Shayaris - Again ;)

• Gire jo unki aankhon se paani ke kuch boond, hamare dil ka mausam khushk ho gaya khamosh rahe hum wo bi kuch na bole, kab chala gaya saaya bahar ka...

• fursatein milengi to sochenge ki zindagi ka maksad kya hai, abi to bus jiye ja rahe hai

• chiragon se roshni ki kya ummed rakhein,                                         daman hamara jala diya unhi chiragon ne

• hasratein hamari na samjhe wo, shikayat hi karte rahe,                   chahna unko hi hasrat thi hamari, wo intezaar hi karte rahe...

Book Catalog Softwares (Free ones only !!!)

Here is a list of some softwares to catalog your books on a MS Windows PC. They are all free, so you just have to download , install and see for yourself which one serves your need best, and feels best.

Athenaeum Light 6

bookTome

eLibrary

calibre

eKitaab

BookDB

BiblioteQ

Libra 0.92

Quote - Respect

Do not bend below your self-respect. Because doing so would raise your ass - exposed and vulnerable.

Thin

One advantage of being thin. You don’t have to say ‘excuse me’ while you can easily crawl through a crowd.

Cold war of love

Let us fight this cold war

Neither you relent, nor would I

Night will come and I will cry

Pain would loom and pleasures would dry

Sooner or later, your heart of gold

Would become icy cold

And you would walk away from me

Never to turn back and see

What you would leave behind is someone

Who never cared for you in your ways

But if you wrap yourself in a blanket of cold

Does that mean there is no warmth in sun rays?

Quote

Don't loose yourself for people who won't even come to find you ...

Quote

When we begin a relation for the right reasons, why don't we be wise and end a relation on the right note too ?

Trip to Mahabalipuram

Last Sunday a friend's cousin came to Chennai and stayed with me over the weekend. He has just completed his engineering and was in the city for a weekend job entrance exam, which he failed. But he never showed any signs of disappointment as he was very happy that he wouldn't had to wake up early the next morning for a might-be interview if he had happened to crack the exam. Watching him in good spirits (even if he was in bad spirits, I would had done the following only) I took him to Besant Nagar Beach. That corn-roasting shot you had seen earlier on this blog was also taken on this same beach on my previous visit to this beach, however, that visit had lasted only as long as that corn had lasted. This time a couple of hours were spend at the beach as he has never seen the ocean before.

Next day, I took him to Mahabalipuram as we had nothing else to do. Clicked the few snaps there. Most of the snaps are the classic text-book pictures. I have always been a fan of rock-art photos in my school history text books. Thought of clicking a few of my own.

National Geographic nature's pictures have also influenced me a lot. So here is my own NAT-GEO types snap.

New Shayaris

Ye nazarein jhukake na betha karo                                      
ki ek rang aata hai                                                    
ek rang jaata hai ...                                                  
humse pooche kya guzarti hai is dil pe ...                             
hum mushkil main pad jaatein hain ye pehchan pane main                 
ki kaun sa rang tumpe bhata hai                                        


Zulfien unki rukhsaar pe machal ke girti hain is tarah ...             
dariya ka pani athkheliyan karta hai jis tarah...                      


Dekhte hain tumko aur sochte hain hum ..                               
ki kya pa liya hai humne ki khuda ko bhi humse shikayat ho gayi hai ...
wo poochta hai bande ki kya hai usme aisa                              
humne kaha teri sabse khoobsurat cheez se hume mohabbat ho gayi hai ...


Shayaron ki mehfilon main shirkat karte thay hum pehle bhi             
lekin sirf sunke chale aatey thay                                      
aaj hamare alfaaz sunke wo bhi kehte hain                              
apni shayari main itna asar ap kahan se laatein hain                   
humne kaha mil gaya hume wo noor                                       
jiske liye subah tarasti hai .                                         
hum to khade thay khuda ke ghar ke bahar jholi faila ke                
aankhein khol dekha saari kaynaat humpe barasti hai ...                


Ab sach aur jhoot main fark nahin raha ...                             
aawaz seedhe dil se aati hai                                           
tu maan le isay sach ya jhoot samajh ke dukhi ho                       
par ye hamari wo fariyaad hai jo khuda ko baar baar sunayi jaati hai   

Lift

~ You took the left and someone waves at you with pleading eyes as the doors of the lift close on him. You immediately press the >||< button . You have to go to the fourth floor. But this new entrant menacingly orders the lift to stop at second floor. Moral – Stop the lift only for the people from you floor, otherwise they will hinder your ascent.

~ A note on my floor, right beside the lift says –

                DO’s AND DON’T’s in case of FIRE/ALARM

1.       ….

7. Do whatever is right and don’t do anything which is wrong

Right? Wrong? Who had put that note - some preacher? Morality? Ethics? What?

~ The first time I climbed into a lift alone I felt claustrophobic. I had to step down at the thirteenth floor but the number and the eeirie lift fired my imaginations. I almost believed that lifts don’t go to thirteenth floors,  and if you find it stopping at this floor, the doors are bound to open to hell.

The lift started from the ground floor. The sudden heavyness made me numb. It stopped at the first floor. In a state of panic, I pressed almost all the buttons. I felt it was stuck. The time the doors took to open felt like ages. Finally, the fresh air flew inside along with a middle-aged man. And I ran outside.

Thought

Love is for Sadists,

Those who Love to cry.

Aayega Aane Waala :-(

It is Wednesday morning. I am sipping coffee, watching my blog. It is staring at me with sullen eyes. I can feel the pain.  It takes a deep sigh and asks me to scroll down a little. I go down to the counter on my blog. The numbers say it all. My blog is in the pangs of loneliness.

There is an old Bollywood song from the movie Mahal – 

aayega ....

aayega....

aayega aane waala ..

This is a translation in English from a comment on youtube on this song.

Aayega aayega aayega
some one will come
Aayega aane waala, aayega aayega aayega
the one who must come (my lover), will come
(Deepak bagair kaise parwaane jal rahe hain)2
How is it that moths are burning without a flame
(how does one feel restless without a reason)
(Koi nahin chalata, aur teer chal rahe hain)2
even no one is shooting the arrows, I can feel the paini
(how does one feel the pain of seperation without a lover)
(Tadpega koi kab tak beaas besahaare)2
How long.....

My blog could immediately associate itself with the want of the actress singing this song. It is waiting for someone to come to it, look at it, explore it, be amazed at the beauty of its melodies, appreciate its humor, listen to what it has to say, and pamper it with lovely comments. I have given birth to it. Now it is feeling the need for romance. It is craving to meet its lover. The one who will keep coming back to it every single day and tell it - that you are beautiful my blog. I love you.

And it knows -

aayega aane waala ...

Unconventional stuff

Today I have wore white socks on my sandals (oh yeah, i wear Chappals to work... does it effects anyone? - and is it effect or affect - whatever, but you got the feeling rt? ) Seems it is not a popular culture here in Chennai as hundreds of eyes have checked me since morning. By the way, I must tell you, its a mighty feeling when you watch everyone looking down at your feet with bowed necks and not straight into your eyes - as if awed by your attire and feeling timid before your unconventional self. i didn't know it before that white socks could bring so much traffic to your site... agghhh err ... I mean so much attention to your body. Otherwise I have a cupboard full of such clothes. I mean Wardrobe.

I had always been a little kinky. When the whole class was revising Operating Systems for the exam the next day, I was studying Computer Networks. On the eve of the day before Computer Networks exams, I was wondering whether it would be of any use to buy Operating Systems book. And finally when the semester was over, I bought the latest edition of Galvin (OS book). 

And this was not just in engineering where I tried my odd ways. Board exams - Chemistry exam due next day. Every single soul who was writing board that year was busy sucking up every chemical out of their books. But here was me - the freak, the unorthodox - I was learning how to fly kites. And in the long vacation between boards and class XIth, I was mugging up chemistry. Though I still hate it. If it was not for Chemistry - I would have cracked IIT - or so I think. I wanted to be a Computer Engineer. I am now. But to get through the entrance I have to leaf through thousands of pages of chemistry text. Now I was more interested in the electrical configuration of my laptop - not its chemical texture. May be so many subjects are introduced in the early years of our education so as to serve as a fall back mechanism. Fail one career path - choose another. You tried to be an engineer - could not do well - don't feel harassed and disgruntled. Go out and look out for hidden ancient temples. Remember, you studied history once? Or may be go look out for dinosaurs and if you find one buried in the hollows of earth - wonder what killed them. Rip apart mysteries.

"We have an unconventional education system" 

Voice of the students across our country. 

I wish I could ...

i wish i could sleep

and dream u in my arms

but the agony in my heart 

keeps me awake                                                          

i wish i was alone

and could feel your presence

but the pain in my heart

surrounds me

i wish it was perfect silence

and i could hear your lips

but my heart cries

and fills my ears

and i wish i could hate my heart

for all this

but then it is the place

where you will lie forever

Chennai - Random Pics

Random Painting

Corn at Besant Nagar Beach

Besant Nagar Beach

Hi ...

as the april ends, and may begins
i want to let you know...
the summers would be sweltering
the rains won't be seen

but this is not what i wanted to tell
it was more important, but
i started with something
and forget it midway

oh, i remember
i was about to say to you
i would remain thirsty
if you would not quench my thirst.

LOVE ...

We like

we dream

we fancy

we hold

we hug

we kiss

we touch

we miss

we fight

we hurt

we cry

we wail

we wakeup

we makeup

we pamper

we cuddle

we care

we bare

we dare

we stand

we melt

we dream

we begin

but WE NEVER END

and its always WE and never ME

& that is LOVE ... 

Another Thought

There is no point in being a 
Virgin

You never know when the life will 
Fuck You

A Thought...

Those who say love happens only once probably don't have the courage to fall for it again ... 

The Wise Man Says ...

~ We never know, when our words can badly hurt someone . . . so be cautious when we talk ... because , there is always a way of sayng it ... if u drift from tht , there are wounds which may take days and months to heal ........

~ We always believe what we want to believe. If you don't want to believe something, no one can convince you to.

~ What we read and listen - influences our thoughts and our acts ...

Thats why they say - listen to ur heart ...

Because only it says what u want

Your mind is always cluttered with too many confusions and doubts related to a decision ... 

Whatever u have heard keeps coming back to ur mind ... and keeps spoiling the fun ....

So either dont hear it from anyone ...

Or if u are really interested in what the other person is saying then do make some good use of the analysis ..

Because either u have to accept wht other says or either reject it ... Otherwise, it will keep influencing ur decision ...