For you, dear you...

Please don't tell me not to cry,

Please don't say there was a reason, why.

You don't know what I feel of how much I hurt,

Wet spots of tear drip onto the collars of my shirt.

You may say I should go on with life,  forget and be strong,

But deep down i know, and I don't want to go on alone.

I don't expect you to understand why,

for no apparent reason I break down and cry.

my life has changed for all that you see,

and that is why I'm not like the same old me.

What happened; has changed my life forever,

I cannot be the same, not today, not tomorrow, never.

The best you can do for me is be there as a friend,

for my soul hurts bad, and it may never mend.

--Anon

...and then, she was free...

Few drops of dark shades falling from her eyes, a naive view she was holding in, the deeper the world went, the smaller her heart grew. Dark water kept pouring in her empty hearted glass. It was like an endless waterfall of sadness. Her eyes, wandering in the mist of happiness, looking for a ray of sunshine, but all she got, was a snowflake in the dark summer. Days were pretty in her head, but none in her eyes. Reflections of the world she kept running from, followed her into every moment she lived.

A step here, and one there, on the pathless road with a desperation in her heart for a pure happy world. The millions of emotions she kept hidden inside a room of her pretty little heart, was like a magic box of the purest layer of desire. She packed it with the most beautiful bunch of flowers she plucked from the dark world she had left. As she walked out, she was up in the air, walking on a rainbow, a blooming heart, ready to fly. Silently, her wings grew like the moon among the stars, and then she set herself free. 

Free from the burden of expectations., she emancipated her soul from the shackles of self doubt. Letting go of her fear of inhibition, flying higher and higher into the deep blue sky. Yes, she's now free. Free to be anyone she wants to be... anything she wants to be

-Anon.

I choose...

So said the Other's way, for the chosen one, and why be the chosen one...

I choose to speak to you in silence,
in my silence, i fear no rejection.

I choose to be with you in my loneliness,
it's only there, that none owns you but I.

I choose to love you from the distance,
the distance shields us both from pain.

I choose to imprison you in my thoughts,
there alone, do I own all freedom.

I choose to kiss you on the wind,
the wind is gentler than my lips.

I choose to touch you through the sun,
the light of dawn is softer than my touch.

I choose to soothe you through the moon,
the caress of moonlight is pleasing much.

I choose to hold you in my dreams,
for my dreams are where I have no end,
for only there can I always be with you.

-Anon

ye dost bhi...

ये दोस्त भी अजीब होते है, देने पे आये तो जान दे दे...
लेने पे आये तो हसी तक चीन लेते है!
कहने पे आये तो दिल के तमाम राज़ बोल दे,
छुपाने पे आये तो ये भी न बताये कि आखिर खफा क्यों है!
नाराज़ होगये तो सांस तक ना लेने दे,
मनाने के लिए अपनी साँसों को भी वो वार दे!
इसी लिए कहते है, दोस्त ज़िन्दगी में नहीं मिलते,
ज़िन्दगी दोस्तों से मिलती है।

                  -Anon

What men want... and what they get!

When some people hear you describing stuff, they turn out with their own versions of it...
here's one that says about women... of all those types that strike, sometimes a chord, in the hearts of men...

kuch ladkiyan hawa ke jhonke se hoti hai,
bas gaalo ko choom ke guzar jaati hai.
Kuch aur ko wo jhonke yaad dilaati hai,
jinhe soch dil se ek muksaan nikalti hai.

aur kuch hai jo yaado me bas jaati hai,
firaq bhi jinhe hum se door nahi kar paati hai.
par jo sapno me aake neend cheen leti hai,
rishte se wo biwi kehlaati hai.

-Anon.

Last days and a lonely ride 3

Day 3 : Good-byes and...

It was most certain we wouldn't be meeting again... 'cos I'd decided so. (though 'Time' had something else in store). I'm wanting to say one last goodbye to my musketeers. They've meant the world to Monsieur d'Artagnan when he was away from home... and I'm grateful to them for all that they've been.

Though I get a very short time out of their busy day., those few minutes, as they say, "Time had no meaning." in my world. Ab Lincoln has apparently said "If your biggest weakness is your friends, you are the strongest person you know". I don't know how true the second part of his saying is, but I sure realize the weight of that first part. Yet again, those whom I open doors for, are bidding goodbye.

"What is this?""Just a something for you, and this one for you" ... "You're not supposed to open them now."
"Why?"
"Just so... Please, not now. You can open it after we leave."
"Are you sure?"
"More than sure."..."And that's for you... Does that compensate for the three Roche I owe you?"
"Ya, Ya..."
"By the way, I got something more for you... I'd promised you this one..."
"Yeh to iska ************ hai. Dekh ke hi pata chalta hai."
"Seriously?"
"Yup."
"SERIOUSLY?"
"Yup. You'll have to spend about *** rupees to get it back in good shape. I can help you with it if you want me to."
...
"want to join for breakfast?"
"Nope... got other plans... and I know you want to open 'em too..."
... and then we all leave the place.

(Every so often, I spend nights at the MIT ground... replaying every moment of that day as it unfolds...)

After what's been a wonderful adventure, Monsieur d'Artagnan is alone on his path now... 
And the musketeers...? Well, that will only be written "twenty years later"... ;)

Praful, Tübs, Buzz... just as much as I can say...
"Na saathi hai koi, na hamsafar hai koi...
Na hum kisi ke, na hamara hai koi.
Par aap ko yaad kar ke dil kehta hai...
hamara bhi is duniya mein ek pyaara dost hai koi."    -Anon

In the hope that Monsieur d'Artagnan will see his three Musketeers "Twenty Years Later"...,

a never-ending wait...

I want to go back, stop it from happening,

the truth... it's past and nothing can be done.

first--sarcasm fills the air
striking remarks then follow.
small grins, dubious eyebrows,
oh--let the arguments begin!
time passes by...
only acquiring the habit we've begun.
though the longer the mockery is,
the harder it is to reveal each other's identity.
...ironically--my only desire is to show you me.
unfortunately, there's just too many sarcasm,
and barely little of the real us...
I asked if we could change it,
you said "yes--we can."
deciding that nature will take its place
we set aside our worries and proceed with life.

while in our minds, there is,

I feel, still a boundary keeping us apart.
will our friendship ever be like it once was?

...in my mind, every morning, noon and night,

I hope to be among you, once again...

I pray that we stay forever friends...

I wish we laugh together, like we once did.

I'll wait till the end riding on my hope,

for hope is a good thing and it never dies they say.

In and out. the other way...

Appears like some people can find comforts only when they spill their words their own fashion. Anon's ways though, can not be ignored. Here's another piece from Anon for this. the same story, different in its own ways. Received via mail, publishing rights denied, and still being overruled...
She was a special one in his life,
No! neither love, nor was she his wife :P.
For him, she was a dear friend,
In life's ways, a helping hand to lend.

They walked together on foreign lands,
In all his distress, she held his hands.
She had known his ways fairly well,
What he thought, she could always tell.

And then, when he learnt that she must go,
How to react, he did not know.
To show her, he put on a happy face,
but to accept the fact it took him days.

When now the fact he's come to accept,
Everything, he now sees in retrospect.
For all that she's been, for all that she's done,
He asks for her friendship, ever after she's gone.


If only Anon'd ever written "Fairy Tales" too...

In and Out

Isn't it amazing... that some people move in and out of your life is such a short time... but still manage to leave a lasting impression in you! They come in as acquaintances... and then, before they leave, so much has changed... Like most (though not all...) of the people who have managed to leave a lasting footprint in the sands of my own life, it was another "Her". I myself wonder, why so much that I've learned in all my life (apart from whatever scholastic) has been from muliebrity. 

I got acquainted to her just about 2 years ago...and little had I then imagined that she'd influence my life so much. For a fairly long time, we were only "Acquaintances", but to be honest, I had never got acquainted to her  until as long. And then, came a day, when we were left to ourselves in a crowd. It was only then, as I can remember, did I accept her as a Friend. We were no more unacquainted acquaintances, but this though, wasn't "just like that". Soon, I believe I had proven she could believe me too... and now, within a short span, we were "Good Friends"... and times still changed. The two had vested upon the other, our trust, and this friendship was going to last. But then, one fine(?) day, I, having always been the more "Stupid" of the two, brought out an argument out of thin air, and strained one of those "invaluable" relationships of life. Things were mended over a short time, but that's when I'd really realized what this lady meant to me. Ever since, I've told her every little decision of my life... expecting her to correct me (I told you I was the more "Stupid" of the two... :P ), and so has she done. And then, a day came, when we could not talk to one another like we always did. I'm now left to myself at times, when I've to take decisions. And the only way I've been able to work them out properly... is by putting myself in her shoes, and pondering over. Or otherwise, remembering every bit of those countless hours of "Gyan" she gave me whilst telling me where I was wrong in my actions.

I really don't know why I wanted to mention "Her" here. It is probably because of all that has been happening off late with me, and my decisions. More importantly, because I've missed this lady, when I wanted her "Gyan" the most... Or, maybe because of the everlasting impression she has made in my life in such a short span.

Like Anon says,

"Life's a Motel, and there are those who come in to stay.

But it is those who go out, that show others the way."

वाह रे Network, वाह रे mobile...

overheard an argument about better networks, saw a lady blocking the market way,
found a friend too busy, and even the real use of cell-phones... it was apparently to talk only to girlfriends/boyfriends!!

too many things about mobiles and networks today...
and when anon came to know of it, this is what it all ended with...

क्या idea है सरजी आपका, जो कहा आपने "walk while you talk"
पर लागे है सब कुछ बकवास , if you don't watch while you walk.
देखा जो मैंने आज किसी को "walking-talking" करते हुए,
न जाने क्यों चल रहे थे वो रास्ता रोके, धक्के खाते हुए।

बातें हो जब इतनी सारी तो पैसे क्यों बरबाद करें?
second के हिसाब से चलके क्यों ना अपना bill भरें?
चाहिए अगर फिर भी आपको, selected लोगों से बातें करना,
चिंता की कोई बात नही, zoozoo जो साथ मे है ना!

सोचें अगर आप cartoon और कुत्ता बनाते नहीं आप का कारोबार,
dial कीजिये toll free Bharti को, शायद call उठा ले कोई at least एक बार।
इसी लिए तो कहते हैं government undertaking सबसे बेहतर है,
Ad मे तो यही कहते हैं... की "हिन्दुस्तान बोल रहा है"!

Network जो भी हो, इरादे तो नही बदलती है,
जिन्हें देख न सके, उनसे बातें तो हो जाती है।
जो भी हो, मिला है जो offer उसका सही इस्तेमाल करो,
girlfriend, boyfriend ही नही, कभी दूसरे दोस्तों को भी याद करो!

Three years and a spect...

It's 3 years since i've taken my first appointments in a few hours from now... and like anything else, it's been ups-downs-ups all through... after all the while, here's what Anon had to say of it.
It seems like it were only yesterday,
that an opportunity came along his way.
He's one with a quest to know, never to saturate.

Just days after he'd been called a Graduate,
someone had offered him a job so big.
However, today it all seems to be a jig.
Even after three years of retrospect,
he wonders at his own prospect.

Responsibility for him's been a sacred task,
and he's taken them all behind a happy mask.
For having done his duties, he still feels proud,
but keeps searching for the silver lining in his cloud.
He'll be himself after living through a drought,
the day his passions will overcome his thought.

-Anon

Dawn.

The Sun has not yet appeared in the horizon,
people around this place have still not arisen.
Another beautiful bright day breaks in town,
as Ms.World comes out of her darkness' gown.

The colors of dawn are so astounding to see.
Wondering if this is how heavens would be...
In a while everything will be like it always is,
the ruffled sounds and sights, as another day proceeds.

-Anon

यादें जब वापस आए!

Another one, that flowed down Anon's pen in the Mighty himalayas, seeing a face that reminded of someone else. Here it goes...

सालों पहले देखा था हमने उन अदाओं को,
पल पल उन्हें याद कर के जीते थे हम तो।
आज जब हम ने देखा किसी और चेहरे मे उन्हें,
खुल आए फिर से बीते दिनों के वोह हसीं लम्हे।

is this a bloody joke!?!

yes, it seems to be one.
Before i excercised my authority today, i thought i should do a little bit of research on those who want to boss over us. i mean the candidates, who wish to represent us. (Thanks to the internet for having helped me so much.) Now, here, i come across all the High School Passouts, and highly qualified people fighting for power. In the midst of all these, stands one lady. She's the only lady from my constituency in the rat race.

There were new and experienced, young and old, tough and humble, all kinds of candidates. But one profile stood out of all the rest. wanna know who??
Yes, it was this lady. The moment i saw her profile, and her response to the top concerns of citizens, i thought i found what i wanted in this profile.

The foremost concern... It tops our country in global tables... yes, it was "Corruption".
Here's her response to it:
"Corruption should be prevented either by raising awareness among people and also by enforcing anti corruption act in the parliamentary level. This is the very big social problem could not be completely stopped unless and until the ideal society is created. "

Another concern: "Electoral Reforms". and here's what she had to say of it:
"The real criminals who have involved in severe cases should not be elected by the people. Even the political parties before giving the tickets should study the background of the candidates. "


N.B:The above citations are direct quotes, and no modifications have been done.

Now, ain't that something every leader would say??
she was honest with it too...

But what appealed the most to me, was the next big bang. It was a literal 11kV jolt down my spine. after saying so much about corruption, and corrupt politians, here's her (criminal) profile:
Charged twice, under sections 420, 465, 468 and 471 of the Indian Penal Code. (click to know what they stand for.)
Did she remember even a single word of what she spoke in interviews about the citizens' concerns, when she submitted her contestant forms?

the reason for our country to be shattered and torn,
is the fact that it's ruled by such people baseborn.
(thanks anon, for the above 2 lines:))

Untitled.

Two lines of his, one friend wanted me to publish...

Why?? Well... for him, blogging is rather childish...

मजबूत यह दिल तुम्हारे इनकार से ऐसे खोखला हो गया।

मानो सावन न आया तो पत्थर जैसे डोख्ला बन गया॥

For those, who don't know डोख्ला, it's a Gujju Special, soft n spongy, swwweet n sour dumpling,

our canteen cooks prepare to the best of their abilities, never to match even a Gujju fledgling...

All these words are his, including this line...

all that I can claim, is that the blog is mine...

-Anon

(P.S: name not published:( , for that's what's asked of.)

I also don't know, what inspired to make a dhokla out of stones now:P

A man of words...

A man of words and not of deeds

Is like a garden full of weeds

And when the weeds begin to grow

It's like a garden full of snow

And when the snow begins to fall

It's like a bird upon the wall

And when the bird away does fly

It's like an eagle in the sky

And when the sky begins to roar

It's like a lion at the door

And when the door begins to crack

It's like a stick across your back

And when your back begins to smart

It's like a penknife in your heart

And when your heart begins to bleed

You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

-Anon

Never Quit-An inspirational Poem

"When things go wrong, as they sometimes will.,
When the road you are trudging seems up-hill,
When funds are low, and debts are high,
When you want to smile, but have to sigh.,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you want, but don't you Quit.

Life is a queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure has turned about,
When they might have won, had they stuck it out,
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
Rest if you want, but don't you Quit.

Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint to the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
Stick to the task when you're the hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst, that you must not quit."
-Anon