Friday, August 29, 2008


My first Hindi song... hope the Lyrics aren't too amateurish.
Rahi … akela na choro,
Rahi… ab na dil toro,
Raaahiii… Kahan chup gaye hoo..?
Raahi… ab haat na choro.

Akela mai jan raha tha,
Is dagar mein… haan is safar mein..
Tanha thaa… magar betaab na...
Sunsan raah thi…. magar mai pareshan na…


Tum kaun thi... mujhe pata na tha,
Pari ho … yaa dil ki kamin ho,
Humrahi Tum ho to…. koi gum na ho..
Kaash yeh safar…. Kabhi khatam na ho..


Yeh aandhi…. Yeh toofan kyoon..
Hume huye takrar kyoon…
Yaar gaye tum hume choor kyoon..
Teri raahn dekhoo main ….


Friday, August 15, 2008

Love, Forgiveness and Freedom

Free, we are free. Free from what? The country is celebrating Independence Day but I can’t.
Jammu and Kashmir is bleeding. My heart is bleeding. What am I free from, independent from?

Why is the situation in this state? Because we can’t forgive and let things go. Because whenever we give something we expect returns. The greatest emotional fulfillment takes place only when we give without expectation and when we forgive.

Giving without expectation may seem a non pragmatic notion today but it still exists. Just try it once, give something to someone without expecting anything; it need not be something big or important. Say you had thought about eating a toffee and had kept it apart; just give it to someone without thinking. Without expecting anything from the benefactor; not even a thank you or a smile. And you will feel immense pleasure filling up your heart at that precise moment.

The other day I was going to the post office. It was late morning; I had taken my bath and was dressed in fresh clothes. Few street urchins were playing and running around at a juncture on the road. They were squalid and one of them looked as if he had just come out of the drain running parallel to the street. Suddenly in the midst of their commotion, the dirtiest of them bumped into me and put some filth of his clothes and body onto mine. At that instant I was livid and felt like spanking the boy. But the boys nonchalantly continued with their game and gave me an impish smile when I looked at them. I forgave them. I felt a joy in my heart. Some may say it was not a big deal but I would like to point out that today we don’t even forgive our friends for trivial mistakes.

But have we ever thought what characterizes the human race?

It is forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for each act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive. --- Shantaram

Saturday, August 9, 2008

To err is human to forgive is divine....

A post a day, keeps the frustration away....

Technology can rend, as well as sew... what it does..depends on you..

Neither Sindbad nor Starbuck ....

The sailor was on his way again
He had resolved last time, he won’t bear the pain
But he failed himself and ventured into the ocean
He had to in order to reach his destination.

He was sailing smoothly, the weather was great
But a Chimera made him fret
Then came the sudden gust of wind
And the ship lost rudder, compass and sail
And no way can now the imminent rescind.

What went wrong, he couldn’t fathom
Was it the ship he had chosen?
As it caused the Hell to be frozen
Or was it his Friend, his Mate
No, it was his Haste.

He is shipwrecked and will drown soon
He will be reborn again one afternoon
Because his journey to Itahaca is not complete
And his soul won’t rest till he finds his Zahir.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

A Frienship day Post

I jumped, I had no choice
Had to take a chance, to hear my inner voice
For an Inspiration
To quench my thirst and creative inclination

I fell endlessly with Life in abeyance
Suddenly a hand, the eyes held me in a Trance
A friend, oh Yes... The Friend.