Another long gap and here I am back...with nothing more to put down that what I had done last time. Things have changed but to such an extent that i have lost count of what all has happened...or the changes have lost their significance with passage of those moments...contextually insignificant
I have started pen-ing things here and find myself out of words right now...means all's good cause I find it easier to put things which were not really been good so far...:)
I have a few moments of solitude before going to sleep and would love in them with this nice song in background (Ya Rabba from Salame Ishq)...I am a big fan of the voice and this cool style of singing...its so soothing so sufi....until next time...
Monday, October 01, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Monotonous Nothings
Well its been almost a month since I last wrote here. But then again a friend reminded me that you are missing something.
Not sure if I wanted to write today...or for this while, it has been all plain, monotonous and blank. There isn't much to talk about apart from confused men and their ways...lack of focus, direction and goals. Today all I have is monotonous nothings.
Its difficult to express these emotions and even more difficult is to find someone to whom these can be expressed. Emotions like these are best experienced alone and a effort to explain turns out to be futile and adds to the frustration of "monotonous nothings".
Its not that I have nothing important to do ... just that preoccupation is with items which are boring and monotonous and net displacement is zero. Well not that this just applies to jobs at hand; it is even more pronounced in my personal life. There too I am still stuck with a smiling no and a few other monotonous nothings.
I think this is a phase and it will pass - doing more of monotonous nothings.
Not sure if I wanted to write today...or for this while, it has been all plain, monotonous and blank. There isn't much to talk about apart from confused men and their ways...lack of focus, direction and goals. Today all I have is monotonous nothings.
Its difficult to express these emotions and even more difficult is to find someone to whom these can be expressed. Emotions like these are best experienced alone and a effort to explain turns out to be futile and adds to the frustration of "monotonous nothings".
Its not that I have nothing important to do ... just that preoccupation is with items which are boring and monotonous and net displacement is zero. Well not that this just applies to jobs at hand; it is even more pronounced in my personal life. There too I am still stuck with a smiling no and a few other monotonous nothings.
I think this is a phase and it will pass - doing more of monotonous nothings.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Gangs' Reunion
Ah...its been a week since the gangs reunion. Celebrating a decade of gangs togetherness as Gangu put in, when the real reason for the dinner at his place was his new Job...he is moving out of NCR for now and that too with his folks...great going man.
4 hours of time we had been out missing for a long time. Thanks Ganguly for taking this through. Know, Hyderabad is calling you ... but then this dinner before that was fabulous, particularly the nicely done fish in pure Bengali style. I just relished it.
Still remember my first day of class, about 10 years back - when I walked in after successfully coming out of my SSB interviews and a short stint at Venky. The environment was a cultural shock to me...Things were too closed, too suffocating initially that I thought, should run back to Venky, but then it was you folks who made me stay.
The class was a bit peculiar at first, well may be the sitting in the room assisted that. There were the columns for sitting and each occupied by a group which went individual ways as soon as the class was over, crossing each others as some strangers who have seen the other person...but was least bothered.
The first column had the only girl (Rango joined us in 2nd year) of the batch (this was in sharp contrast to my class at venky where in a batch of 40 we were 6 boys - constituting the diversity). As soon as the class was over she used to wind up and walk out at speed as if the place would haunt her...well that was Priya then and now she is very much an integeral part of the group.
Then we had a group of front benchers...jaggu and haddy to be precise along with one Ankit "Rancho" Jain. Well dont know where and what to Jaggu and haddy are but as time would have it "Rancho" as ankit jain was called - soon joined in. Alex also used to be there - but in a different column
There was a group of people namely Rahul krishna, Dinesh Meena and Sumit Kumar... well hardly seen in the class after 1st year and never seen there after. Still get some news about Rahul - but the rest just faded away.
Now comes the core of the gang...along with Priya, and Rancho.. these folks namely - Amit "Day" Dey, Amit "Senti Singh" Saini (he is wandering on his Dug dug on the roads in and around Bangalore - enjoying himself), Ankit "MTL" Mittal, Harish "LKT" Karakoti, Rajdeep "gangu" Ganguly, Ravish "Chu" Chugh along with Sanjay "Ladoo" Kumar. Each having his/her own punch lines and/or activities which are branded as trademark
Dey - you cannot and should not disturb him when he is with his camera. We learnt this on our trip to Jim Corbett - no wonder today he is a pro Photographer - that too after quitting his job in IT
MTL - This chap from Alwar used to top the class... the studious of the lot - no wonder he went on to ISB. Do not rub him the wrong way else he will haunt you everywhere you go
LKT - You dare not challenge him in volleyball. By Hook or crook this bloke knows what he wants and tries it out
Gangu - if he thinks he has to do something - he will do it. If he decides that the bus that is going is the one he has to board then he can take an auto and chase it till a stop before his own - board it just for 1 stop to ensure he took it. What more can you say of him
Chu - Well he was constant in 2 things - 1. Coming late to classes 2. Same list of excuses, either he had a traffic at Nehru Place or a Flat tyre. No wonder Charu (our Lecturer then) - used to give him 2 options to choose from for his excuses :)
Well Ladoo was as innocent as ever - and still continues to be
Rancho - Don't mess with me else my temper will mess with you... a great chap was just a bit stubborn. The chap was loved by all for his uncanny innocence and sticking to his point even when he knew he was wrong.
Enough for the group now... rest for the next time...
Now for other things...we had the master of clay tamed in the last week. Nadal going down on clay at Hamburg. Yes, the unthinkable has happened and I just love this. This opens Roland Garos a tad bit, but yes now the contest can be expected. I would love to watch the two battle out there on the big stage.
4 hours of time we had been out missing for a long time. Thanks Ganguly for taking this through. Know, Hyderabad is calling you ... but then this dinner before that was fabulous, particularly the nicely done fish in pure Bengali style. I just relished it.
Still remember my first day of class, about 10 years back - when I walked in after successfully coming out of my SSB interviews and a short stint at Venky. The environment was a cultural shock to me...Things were too closed, too suffocating initially that I thought, should run back to Venky, but then it was you folks who made me stay.
The class was a bit peculiar at first, well may be the sitting in the room assisted that. There were the columns for sitting and each occupied by a group which went individual ways as soon as the class was over, crossing each others as some strangers who have seen the other person...but was least bothered.
The first column had the only girl (Rango joined us in 2nd year) of the batch (this was in sharp contrast to my class at venky where in a batch of 40 we were 6 boys - constituting the diversity). As soon as the class was over she used to wind up and walk out at speed as if the place would haunt her...well that was Priya then and now she is very much an integeral part of the group.
Then we had a group of front benchers...jaggu and haddy to be precise along with one Ankit "Rancho" Jain. Well dont know where and what to Jaggu and haddy are but as time would have it "Rancho" as ankit jain was called - soon joined in. Alex also used to be there - but in a different column
There was a group of people namely Rahul krishna, Dinesh Meena and Sumit Kumar... well hardly seen in the class after 1st year and never seen there after. Still get some news about Rahul - but the rest just faded away.
Now comes the core of the gang...along with Priya, and Rancho.. these folks namely - Amit "Day" Dey, Amit "Senti Singh" Saini (he is wandering on his Dug dug on the roads in and around Bangalore - enjoying himself), Ankit "MTL" Mittal, Harish "LKT" Karakoti, Rajdeep "gangu" Ganguly, Ravish "Chu" Chugh along with Sanjay "Ladoo" Kumar. Each having his/her own punch lines and/or activities which are branded as trademark
Dey - you cannot and should not disturb him when he is with his camera. We learnt this on our trip to Jim Corbett - no wonder today he is a pro Photographer - that too after quitting his job in IT
MTL - This chap from Alwar used to top the class... the studious of the lot - no wonder he went on to ISB. Do not rub him the wrong way else he will haunt you everywhere you go
LKT - You dare not challenge him in volleyball. By Hook or crook this bloke knows what he wants and tries it out
Gangu - if he thinks he has to do something - he will do it. If he decides that the bus that is going is the one he has to board then he can take an auto and chase it till a stop before his own - board it just for 1 stop to ensure he took it. What more can you say of him
Chu - Well he was constant in 2 things - 1. Coming late to classes 2. Same list of excuses, either he had a traffic at Nehru Place or a Flat tyre. No wonder Charu (our Lecturer then) - used to give him 2 options to choose from for his excuses :)
Well Ladoo was as innocent as ever - and still continues to be
Rancho - Don't mess with me else my temper will mess with you... a great chap was just a bit stubborn. The chap was loved by all for his uncanny innocence and sticking to his point even when he knew he was wrong.
Enough for the group now... rest for the next time...
Now for other things...we had the master of clay tamed in the last week. Nadal going down on clay at Hamburg. Yes, the unthinkable has happened and I just love this. This opens Roland Garos a tad bit, but yes now the contest can be expected. I would love to watch the two battle out there on the big stage.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Cant recollect when was Delhi this boring
Can hardly recollect, if Delhi was ever this boring, the way it has been for a last few days. Hardly ever. It must be my perception, my monotony of tasks and my solitude which makes me feel this way.
My thoughts and emotions manifest this feeling of a bored city, which perhaps is among the liveliest places in the country along with a few other metros like, Mumbai, Pune and now offcourse Bangalore.
Just had a few lines in mind
Not sure what has got in
but cant recollect when;
when, was Delhi this boring.
People have come and gone
friends come, stay and move on
Spring longs for that delayed rain
know theres nothing grey in my brain
Not sure what has got in
but cant recollect when
when, was Delhi this boring.
Glut of thought stares
few hard facts just bares,
lot of feelings, emotions
men moving in solo motions
Stroke of life dwindles
distance and time mingles
sight seems to have lost its mirage
sighs; sighs - breath's barrage
Not sure what has got in
but cant recollect when
when, was Delhi this boring.
My thoughts and emotions manifest this feeling of a bored city, which perhaps is among the liveliest places in the country along with a few other metros like, Mumbai, Pune and now offcourse Bangalore.
Just had a few lines in mind
Not sure what has got in
but cant recollect when;
when, was Delhi this boring.
People have come and gone
friends come, stay and move on
Spring longs for that delayed rain
know theres nothing grey in my brain
Not sure what has got in
but cant recollect when
when, was Delhi this boring.
Glut of thought stares
few hard facts just bares,
lot of feelings, emotions
men moving in solo motions
Stroke of life dwindles
distance and time mingles
sight seems to have lost its mirage
sighs; sighs - breath's barrage
Not sure what has got in
but cant recollect when
when, was Delhi this boring.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
A Short Winter- Long wilderness
Time is the only thing that is at premium these days. Since the last post here, things have happened and lot has changed...and are still changing. Harish got married and flew back. Priya too tied the knot and is waiting to fly back and of all people Dey decided, this was it and too got married, in a decision taken in those small winter months.
The gang had a lot of activity in this short winter; winter that really wasn't. For me it was just wilderness. Lost away in search of the elusive talk, word and moments of solitude. Things are still hazy, still clamoring for that bit of clarity. Its a mess of thoughts and feelings, looks like its here to stay, least it can win a few moments for itself.
Ah... do I have something to write about...may be not, may be its all forgotten within this short pan of winters. This time the winter was too dry, too plain just monochrome or it was just me who did not want to see any other hue.
Have a lot to say to certain people in life...maybe, just dont have that guts, to confess. Know that inspite of the distances - means are there but yes my fingers dont let me dial the numbers and my lips refuse to speak. Breaths sign with the load, its heavy but yes dont have the will to offload the weight. I need to carry it further, carry it for some more time.
The gang had a lot of activity in this short winter; winter that really wasn't. For me it was just wilderness. Lost away in search of the elusive talk, word and moments of solitude. Things are still hazy, still clamoring for that bit of clarity. Its a mess of thoughts and feelings, looks like its here to stay, least it can win a few moments for itself.
Ah... do I have something to write about...may be not, may be its all forgotten within this short pan of winters. This time the winter was too dry, too plain just monochrome or it was just me who did not want to see any other hue.
Have a lot to say to certain people in life...maybe, just dont have that guts, to confess. Know that inspite of the distances - means are there but yes my fingers dont let me dial the numbers and my lips refuse to speak. Breaths sign with the load, its heavy but yes dont have the will to offload the weight. I need to carry it further, carry it for some more time.
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