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Adios February 14, 2007

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I am posting after one month and fourteen days and it won’t be any more than this. It’s Valentine Day today and what better a day than this to choose to end it.

Good bye blue sky, I had a good time flying.

But it’s time to go now, now that I am dying.

I will meet you somewhere in the rainbows,

Look for me as far as the road goes.

Adios.

 

लम्हे January 1, 2007

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Here’s the complete version:

गुज़ारने से पहले गुज़र गए, लौट कर आने से मुकर गए ।
दस्तक देकर बुलाया मुझे, कभी हँसाया कभी रुलाया मुझे ॥

रात फर्श पर बिखर गए, सय्यारों से अर्श पर निखर गए ।
बुहार कर कोने मे रखा, जाने कितना वक्त सोने मे लगा ॥

सुबह गीली करवटों पर दिखे, मेरे दिल में सोज़ हो गए ।
चेहरे कि सलवटों पर दिखे, मेरे तुज़ुक-ए-रोज़ हो गये ॥

अब शाम-ए-गुर्बत है यारों, कुछ तन्हाई सी पाई जाती है ।
प्याले के टूटे टुकडों में, उनकी परछाई सी पाई जाती है ॥

कैसे रोकें आँखों में उन्हें, खारे पानी से बह जाते हैं यूँही ।

थम जाएँ तो साँस लें ‘गाफिल’, बरंगे-हवा उड जाते हैं यूँही॥

New year resoulutions January 1, 2007

Posted by silentEcho in Humor, moron's Diary.
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Hi,

Happy New year folks. Me back and as always: late. And it will be the same I suppose for a long time further. I was seeing my GTalk list for the wishing formalities when I saw this status message:

New year resolutions are checks drawn by people on banks where they do not have an account.

My account seems to be especially empty in this regard, for resolutions in general. It might even have a negative balance. But this won’t stop me from making more resoultions. So here are the new year resoultions:

1. Start bathing for the sake of others (although Kanpur is very cold right now).

2. Brushing my teeth more regularly so that I still have teeth on the next new year eve.

3. Consider all girls to be my sister so that my girlfriend blues end. No free girl no blues.

4. Stop writing crap like above ( I am afraid what will happen to me once Meander is published. It’s full of this BS).

5. Start studying again.

That’s more or less like it. And as I go, enjoy these lines:

गुज़ारने से पहले गुज़र गए लम्हे, लौट कर आने से मुकर गए लम्हे।
दस्तक देकर उन्होंने बुलाया मुझे, कभी हँसाया तो कभी रुलाया मुझे॥

कल रात फर्श पर बिखर गए, सय्यारों से अर्श पर निखर गए।
बुहार कर मैंने कोने में रखा, जाने कितना वक्त मुझे सोने में लगा॥

Adios.

Tech-lime-ricks December 14, 2006

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These two are by Lewis Fry Richardson. Beautiful!

1.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
I don’t wonder what you are.
For by the spectroscopic ken,
I know that you are hydrogen.

2.
Big whorls have little whorls,
which feed on their velocity.
Little whorls have lesser whorls,
and so on till viscosity.

Cya,
RV

Quickies December 14, 2006

Posted by silentEcho in moron's Diary, Uncategorized.
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1.
Endsems are over and the next sem will start from 28th December. Exciting new plans are in for the next sem along with some exciting events. For one, we will be having Gymkhana elections soon. It would be fun to see the sorry faces of the candidates. The post of President is the most coveted one and looks like our batch will make a record for the number of contestants for the ass-burning job, probably one contestant per wing. Then there is Techkriti. With Saumya Jain incharge this Techkriti is bound to be exciting. Visit us at http://www.techkriti.org. Then there is a possibility of Galaxy. And yes I need to app too if I want to go to Intern this summer.

2.
छोड दे सारी दुनिया किसी के लिए,
ये मुनासिब नहीं आदमी के लिए।
प्यार से भी ज़रुरी कई काम है,
प्यार सब कुछ नहीं ज़िन्दगी के लिए।

What lines!! Hats off. Heard the song in one of the Film Song Competitions on DD1. Goes by the name Music Masti and Dhoom.

3.
Two brothers pledged to become rich like mad yesterday. Rich as fast as possible using the best ways. Let’s see what happens to that pledge.

4.
कहती हैं आँखें उनकी इज़्तिराब में कोई रात भर सो न सका,
यादों की चादर में घुट-घुट कर कोई खुल कर रो न सका ।
करवट फिर भी कुछ गीली तो है,आँखें कुछ सीली-सीली तो हैं,
कुछ गम है यार को भी ‘गाफ़िल’,आगोश में मेरे खो न सका।

सुबह हो रही… October 5, 2006

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सावन के झूले झूल चुका माँ,
मै सलीब पर झूलूँगा अब।
तेरी गोद में सोता था अब तक,
तेरी गोद में सोऊँगा अब।

मौत किसे कहते है माँ?
मैं जाऊँगा अब जीने को।
विचित्र है तू,दुख करती है,
क्यों कहूँ दुख के आसूँ पीने को?

तू आसूँ ज़रूर बहाना माँ,
मेरी ख़ाक में गुल खिल आएँगे।
और बसंत की चौखट पर,
वो गीत मेरे ही गाएँगे।

ऎसे तेरे आँगन में माँ,
घुट-घुट कर यूँ मरना क्या?
कूद पड़ा जब मैं रण में तो,
जीने से अब डरना क्या?

समय आ गया,चलता हूँ माँ,
सुबह हो रही,अरुण पूरब।
सब जागेंगे अब शायद माँ,
सुबह हो रही,अरुण पूरब।

सुनो! पाञ्चजन्य पुकार रहा। October 5, 2006

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कोई राह नहीं दिखती आगे,
बस फैला कुछ धुआँ-सा है।
उम्मीद बाँधते थे जो पहले,
वे कण्ठ भी रूआँसा हैं।

आँगन में अब भोर कहाँ?
फैला अंधकार ही अंधकार है।
मन में केवल राख है,
और बाकी आसपास गुबार है।

कहीं किसी कोने से पर,
आवाज़ सी सुनाई देती है।
हे अश्रु बहाने वालो सुनो,
धिक्कारती है, क्या कहती है।

धुआँ है!राख में दबी हुई,
कोई लौ अब भी जलती होगी।
और जानो इस गुबार के नीचे,
कोई राह अब भी चलती होगी।

बस कुछ ख़ाक छान लो मित्रों,
आज भले सब काला हो।
कौन कहे -आशा की चिता नहीं,
अलसभोर का उजाला हो।

माना लक्ष्य अदृश्य, दूर कहीं,
पर पुकार रहा, ललकार रहा।
जागो! कूद पड़ो रण में,
सुनो पाञ्चजन्य पुकार रहा।

Home September 28, 2006

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“All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home.”

These are the starting lines of the movie Patch Adams which, although largely slapstick in terms of humor by itself, triggered a concept in hindi cinema. We know that concept by the name Munnabhai. Anyway, this post is certainly not relared to Munna. I saw this movie long ago and was captured by the first lines. Robin Williams says these lines in the movie. He plays Patch.

How true! I mean fine, not everybody may want to go home but look at it in terms of defining home. Everyone needs a break once a while and that break is what home is. Elsewhere ( actually just a few lines after ) Patch says:

“Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination.”

That’s what I intend to say. In the workplace there might be times when you think you are reaching out somewhere only to realise later that you’re walking in circles. The mind becomes highly fucked up in such situations. Home, home helps. It might be a very good idea to find home in that case. Here at my place I usually go off to places that I call Solace Points. Places where I can think about myself and come to terms with myself.

Fine! But as far as Home physically is concerned, there’s nothing like it. With midsem recess just a day away, the very feeling of going back is so soothing. Every time I go back home, something happens. Something wwith the element of adventure in it ( let’s leave my grandfather’s demise from this ). For example last time it was car driving, chapati making and videography. This time I can’t imagine what sorts of things we will do together. In my first vacations I had landed in kitchen to try making some tea. I had ended up putting salt in the tea and some fire on the hair at the back of my hand. If that’s not enough, last time during videography I had an ordeal with my old friends: monkeys!

I wonder why I didn’t put these things up on the blog. So next up on this space might be my special recipe for Tea or 101 ways to find 1 way for escaping monkeys.

Off to my assignment now. Have a Senate meeting tonite. So more mosquitoes. But that’s no reason not to go to the conference room brawl.

Will be back sooner than the nonexistent reader expects,

moron

दर्द September 27, 2006

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Wrote a poem after a long long time. This one’s inspired from this poem. Best viewed in IE 4 and above OR Opera.
अश्क़ झिलमिलाते हैं मेरे लबों पर,
तिरा अक्स दिखता है अक्स में मेरे।

तू कहाँ ये नहीं पता मुझे पर,
सिरहाने ही रहते है अब ख़्वाब तेरे।

इक पल मे ज़िन्दगी जी लेते हैं अब,
हर पल मरते हैं इंतज़ार में तेरे।

कुछ सुरूर है इस दर्द में ‘गाफ़िल’
अब मदहोश ही रहते हैं होश मेरे।

Hmm…

In search of the Lotus September 27, 2006

Posted by silentEcho in Emotions, moron's Diary, People.
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Where did the Lotus go? It was there when HE entered this creme ale college somewhere in the upper reaches of the country. But then, somehow the lotus was lost. Where is it now? Amidst all these trials for living, the lotus was lost. But where did it go? Did HE leave it in Hall 2? Or in the LHC? Lib? MT? Hall 1? IITD? Labs or Fac-B? Where!!?

They say HE changed, changed a lot. Some say that they are still trying to understand HIM. HE says the same thing now. They say HE is unfathomable, complex, made up of so many facets that when a new one is revealed, everyone is surprised. And after HE zings, he singes in the fire of it. Burning in Hell. But before that HE knew HIMSELF. He had the Lotus. His parents still hold fast to the belief that HE has the Lotus. No matter how many times he cries and tells them that the Lotus is gone for good, they still believe. They say that it’s not lost. It’s somewhere within. But what’s within? Darkness! Murk! Slime! Mud!

That, I say, is a perfect place for a Lotus to grow…I told HIM to dive inside. HE is still learning how to hold breath in a dive. Someday, I am sure, as sure as HIS parents are, HE will find the Lotus. Someday HE will be simple, as simple as a boy who was photographed with a bindi and a shawl on his head some eighteen years ago.

Cya later, alligator.

Wisemoron

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