Through the untamed eyes of me,
Staring in the festivity.
Faroff something glows slight,
to talk to me comes a fading light.
In old shakles and plight,
apparently it can't shine bright.
With the passive casuality of an urbanite
I ask, "Oh poor light!
what is wrong with your hue?
Trust me and be true"
With wet, red eyes as deep as sea,
This is what it said to me:
"Oh my brother urbanite,
All these years i've fought with all my might.
But now I don't feel my worth is here
when all of us are naked and bare.
My brothers have forgotten me
and lost the true meaning of festivity.
While you just see how much you gain
the poor home I am in, goes for days without even a single grain,
but apparently noone sees their pain
as values have been long slain.
While your lights just go brighter over years,
you never give a thought to your poorer peers.
the life of whom is getting harder and harder
with zest for living being darker and darker.
I don't want you to stop living
but like you to discover the joy of giving.
This is all I ask of you,
Whenever you do
get the glimp of a light,
just remember in your hind sight.
There's someone in the darker alleys
Desperately struggling for two square meals."
With this the it started its journey back
fading slowly without a slack.
As I bent down to pray
the fading light had gone away.
Mirrors of Life!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
The World's Best Retirement Solution
Today when most of us are working in some organisation or the other... One thing never hits our mind... Technically speaking aren't we all working for someone else??? Aren't our efforts being used for someone else's betterment??? BUT, then it all comes down to one reply... that everyone else is doing just the same and we are being paid hefty amounts of cash for it... so half the world can't be wrong, isn't it?
But even the poor momo/dimsum vendor, which can be located in almost every street corner of any developed town of Asia, seems to be more aware of the gravity of it all!!! WHAT???? Are you trying to say that he's smarter than us professionals with fancy degrees and six figure salaries?????? Well may be not educated as well as you are but yes that poor man selling a serving of dimsums for a mere 40 cents is much more practical than most of us.
If you are living in these parts of the world, you might be amazed by the pace at which these dingy stalls are coming up in towns... The Reason: Most of these people were probably working as some low grade chefs in some restaurants or mobile vans getting to do all kinds of work they weren't meant to and still having a fixed pay packet.
Fedup of the work he leaves the job and starts his own stall... Although he just earns as much as he used to do before or maybe even less but the long time returns and satisfaction are much better. This is what most of you corporate executives are probably thinking about these days, but somehow, money and security take precedence in your case and thus you don't leave your job to start your own little venture.
Although I am not against working for big business houses what I want to say needs you to be in a particular state of mind for complete understanding and that is what I think you should be in by now.
So THE WORLD'S BEST RETIREMENT SOLUTION....
Most of you who are reading this are probably working for some corporate giant in your respective industry and probably are married with minimal savings and suddenly have stumbled upon the fact that you don't have much of your productive years left and hence start saving. But before I begin I must tell you this solution is not going to tell you about equity and real estate but something more important. So let's start with a story of a pair of twins: Tim and Tom. Tim and Tom are a pair of twins born to a farmer in country side of Scotland. The farmers wife is an Asian and the family ties are pretty strong among the four. For some reason, Tim is sent to study and is supposed to stay away from home for nearly 25 years. During these 25 years he maintains no contact with his family and poor Tom is left without anyone to play with. Bored and alone he resorts to playing and spending most of his time with his mom while his dad works in the fields. As the years pass by Tim learns a lot and moves a lot in life while Tim is constantly pampered as well as nagged on every little activity whatsoever. As a result tom gats extremely irritable at being constantly realised by his parents that how much has been done by them for Tom and his brother. After 25 years, when Tim returns home all rich and educated, he is unable to believe his eyes. Inplace of the small house there lays a palatial bunglow right in the middle of a sprawling lawn and an enviable garage with fast and luxurious cars. Happy for his family he enters the complex and is greeted by his brother Tom. He sits and asks about the parents but Tom goes silent. On persuasion Tim is told that Tom started a business and was extremely successful yielding 400% growth in the first year of its inception and thus he continued with the project he erned enough to build a place like this for himself and a buy a new apartment in downtown London for his parents. But all those years of nagging had left him emotionally devastated and he could no longer bear the brunt of living in with his parents. Tom used to send them money every month and visited them every quarter. Tim ,although was not that rich and living in a two room apartment on the outskirts of London earning just 1000 Dollars a Month, wanted to make up for all the years of parental love he had missed upon was determined to live in with his family. So he got down to London and took his parents to his apartment and lived with them struggling for money for some time before getting a nice job and a handsome packet.
What was it that made Tom leave his parents and Tim take them home... Well almost 90% of the parents bring up children and invest in their studies, requirements and demands thinking them to be their retirement solution. He is treated not as a person but as an investment machine and just to safeguard their interests they constantly foster the child with the ideas of how much they have sacrificed for their children and how many hardships have they faced just to make the children what they are. This leaves a very bad impression on the young minds and they always bear the thought of giving back all the monetory and physical resources that his parents spent on him as a child. This deprives the family of the ssential feeling of love and belonging and hence he takes on an independent path. So all you parents who want the love and affection of your children when you grow old, its time you telling them what all you sacrificed for them and how much you spent on them and its time to tell them how much you love them. Because, Yes! Children sure are the best retirement solution but if not properly maintained, they might turn out to be the worst one as well!!!
But even the poor momo/dimsum vendor, which can be located in almost every street corner of any developed town of Asia, seems to be more aware of the gravity of it all!!! WHAT???? Are you trying to say that he's smarter than us professionals with fancy degrees and six figure salaries?????? Well may be not educated as well as you are but yes that poor man selling a serving of dimsums for a mere 40 cents is much more practical than most of us.
If you are living in these parts of the world, you might be amazed by the pace at which these dingy stalls are coming up in towns... The Reason: Most of these people were probably working as some low grade chefs in some restaurants or mobile vans getting to do all kinds of work they weren't meant to and still having a fixed pay packet.
Fedup of the work he leaves the job and starts his own stall... Although he just earns as much as he used to do before or maybe even less but the long time returns and satisfaction are much better. This is what most of you corporate executives are probably thinking about these days, but somehow, money and security take precedence in your case and thus you don't leave your job to start your own little venture.
Although I am not against working for big business houses what I want to say needs you to be in a particular state of mind for complete understanding and that is what I think you should be in by now.
So THE WORLD'S BEST RETIREMENT SOLUTION....
Most of you who are reading this are probably working for some corporate giant in your respective industry and probably are married with minimal savings and suddenly have stumbled upon the fact that you don't have much of your productive years left and hence start saving. But before I begin I must tell you this solution is not going to tell you about equity and real estate but something more important. So let's start with a story of a pair of twins: Tim and Tom. Tim and Tom are a pair of twins born to a farmer in country side of Scotland. The farmers wife is an Asian and the family ties are pretty strong among the four. For some reason, Tim is sent to study and is supposed to stay away from home for nearly 25 years. During these 25 years he maintains no contact with his family and poor Tom is left without anyone to play with. Bored and alone he resorts to playing and spending most of his time with his mom while his dad works in the fields. As the years pass by Tim learns a lot and moves a lot in life while Tim is constantly pampered as well as nagged on every little activity whatsoever. As a result tom gats extremely irritable at being constantly realised by his parents that how much has been done by them for Tom and his brother. After 25 years, when Tim returns home all rich and educated, he is unable to believe his eyes. Inplace of the small house there lays a palatial bunglow right in the middle of a sprawling lawn and an enviable garage with fast and luxurious cars. Happy for his family he enters the complex and is greeted by his brother Tom. He sits and asks about the parents but Tom goes silent. On persuasion Tim is told that Tom started a business and was extremely successful yielding 400% growth in the first year of its inception and thus he continued with the project he erned enough to build a place like this for himself and a buy a new apartment in downtown London for his parents. But all those years of nagging had left him emotionally devastated and he could no longer bear the brunt of living in with his parents. Tom used to send them money every month and visited them every quarter. Tim ,although was not that rich and living in a two room apartment on the outskirts of London earning just 1000 Dollars a Month, wanted to make up for all the years of parental love he had missed upon was determined to live in with his family. So he got down to London and took his parents to his apartment and lived with them struggling for money for some time before getting a nice job and a handsome packet.
What was it that made Tom leave his parents and Tim take them home... Well almost 90% of the parents bring up children and invest in their studies, requirements and demands thinking them to be their retirement solution. He is treated not as a person but as an investment machine and just to safeguard their interests they constantly foster the child with the ideas of how much they have sacrificed for their children and how many hardships have they faced just to make the children what they are. This leaves a very bad impression on the young minds and they always bear the thought of giving back all the monetory and physical resources that his parents spent on him as a child. This deprives the family of the ssential feeling of love and belonging and hence he takes on an independent path. So all you parents who want the love and affection of your children when you grow old, its time you telling them what all you sacrificed for them and how much you spent on them and its time to tell them how much you love them. Because, Yes! Children sure are the best retirement solution but if not properly maintained, they might turn out to be the worst one as well!!!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Am I Obsessed?
Life's moving on like a roller coaster ride... so much to reveal yet so much to hide...a new surprise down every turn just waitin' to scare the hell out of me. Am I confused of what I want or am I out of Focus or is it that I saw you coming to me as a friend before you knew for yourself. This game is forcing me to talk my heart out... But, Is somebody really interested in listening? Will this dilemma eva end or shall i have to live with it forever? Am I really talking my heart or AM I OBSESSED?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
December 13th, 2008
Well its my birthday today and it just seems odd if i let dis pass without a post. 22 mins into the 22nd year of my existence i look back and find a lot to fall upon... am happy for myself but then the smile comes crashing down as i realise as to what i've lost or have i under achieved??? am i happy or am i sad.. a paranoia grips me obssession tells me keep pushing yet the other half of ma mind convinces me to stop unfurling ma life further for the fear of losing wat i have... what to do the 22nd year would pass with a the dissolution of A BIG ?
But will dat be da same next year or dere's a new door waiting to reveal a whole new universe to me as i become a mere spectator of this great play called life!
But will dat be da same next year or dere's a new door waiting to reveal a whole new universe to me as i become a mere spectator of this great play called life!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
CONTOURZ- In Love Wid Da Unusual!
The beauty of a flower they say is in its contradictions, so small in size, yet big on fragrance, so meek in stature, yet huge on beauty, so short in life, yet long on impact.It all starts when one fine sunny day; we walk in through the gates of Seth Jai Parkash Mukand Lal Institute of Engineering and Technology to mark the beginning of a metamorphosis which will eventually add a new dimension to ourselves.
JAGAT BHAWAN
This is where we live, enjoying the serene beauty of the campus in scintillating whites. A place we’d love calling our home for the coming 4 years.
PADMA VATTI BHAWAN
The place we dream for, but soon our dreams are shattered as we see…
But, it doesn’t take us long to find the rooms of the IT block.
A step closer to the girl’s hostel! We soon learn the college lingo and go to the classroom,
Here study prevails during exams and fun the rest of the year…
We love calling it our classroom but the authorities insist that we call it, “JMIT CANTEEN”.Thus, we decide to take a ‘gedi’ around the campus corridors to familiarize ourselves with the different colours of JMIT. 
As we leave the cafeteria a peek into the Goyal Mansions reveals a stressed out Goyal Bhaiya busy recharging.
As we move into the plaza, 
We see this place: 
“Human species is banned inside”, warns couple of seniors going through their endless sessions of gossip. Moving further we come across a window which has been fed with currency notes for the last 13 years but the hunger never seems to subsidise.
We move through the deserted lanes of ECE and IT blocks locating couples along the way who just disappear into thin air as soon as they see a camera in our hands.
And finally we reach… 
…the mechanical block, a place very much devoid of the female species and a haven of Boys. Now back to where it all started…And some months down the line here we are, standing on the stage staring into the glaring flash lights, enjoying the moment as we receive this prize for our year long toil.
Some images run through our subtle minds, big dreams in our inexperienced eyes and we thank god for giving us the moment when we decided to work together and call ourselves, CONTOURZ, In Love Wid Da Unusual!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
The Real me inside YOU!
This is one of the most common question people ask... If you are over 18 and under 24 (supposedly the best time of our lives) this is a question you probably have faced or are likely to face any time soon.What would be your answer? If it's one of the following you gotta think again:
-a doctor
-an engineer
-a lawyer
-an actor
-a painter
-a writer
-a teacher
If that's your answer then voila! You are normal! You belong to the group of people which form 97% of the human population and the special characteristic of these people is that they breath without knowing what they want and die like that, and the reason l refrained myself from using the life is that these people (who mostly claim living a great life) don't even know the exact definition of life!
To keep it simple i just say that we all lie to ourselves!
When was the last time that you sat all by yourself narrating yourself your most inner desires and feelings?
When was the last time you actually told yourself the actual dreamworld you want to live in?Most of the people reading this would be having an orkut profile with an average friends list of about 100.How often do you talk to your friends? daily i believe.And who do you call a friend?Someone who knows you inside out, right?
Then who do you expect to be your best friend?Who do you think knows all your secrets which noone else in the world knows?the answer is ofcourse you yourself then why, why do you not talk to yourself daily!Why lie to it?
Why not listen to it?
Go TALK TO YOURSELF!
Go to sleep only after you have told your friend all that you feel!
Feel the change in sleep and the way you look at life!
And believe me you shall be able to answer the question i asked earlier in a much better way and with much more honesty!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
P.N. Girdher
…AND A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY CHEEK
-A TRIBUTE
Something disturbed me. I woke up and threw a glance at the clock, it struck 4. I dozed off again. After about 5 mins. I was disturbed by a sound, this time I was sure something had wakened me up. It was the sound of cries; there was no second opinion about the reason. My grandfather sh. PARAM ANAND GIRDHER had passed away. “About a month of pain and suffering had finally ended with his last breath.” I thought, and jumped to my feet. About 2 hrs. of sleep had left me ruffled.
The sun rose and the preparations for the funerals were made. The “ANTIM YATRA” started. The last journey had begun. At the crematorium the body was surrendered to the holy fire. The body would be transformed into the 5 basic elements of which it constituted, ‘agni’, ‘prithvi’, ‘jal’, ‘aakash’, ‘pawan’.
I had to return to the college the very same day as my exams started the day after. I was all alone in the bus. With no one beside me my mind wandered into the world of super humanity, all the memories of that departed soul came to me in leaps and bounds.
A very well known figures among his family and friends sh. P.N.GIRDHER often referred to, as ‘Pradhan Ji’ by his friends was a man to look up to. Modesty, simplicity and justice came naturally to him. He was a man of principles, as every one around him knew, he always used to work for the society. Hard work was his companion and compassion was his friend.
A man made for justice, his judgments raised neither brows nor fingers just settled hearts. He was known as one of the most dedicated and adamant person around to his family and friends. These two traits of that great soul were clear to everyone who came in contact with this pleasing personality.
Work meant a lot to him. May be that’s the reason he decided to keep himself engaged in some kind of activity all his life. Sitting idle was something he would never accept.
“An idle being is attacked by diseases.”
He used to say
“I move my body so that it keeps moving”
was another of his regularly used sentenced when questioned on the physical exertion he used to impose on himself.
His planning and vision were simply too advanced for us to understand. His ability to plan huge events with minutest of detailing left everyone awestruck. A true visionary, his ways of doing things were noble.
The impressive dimension he used to add to an issue made him one of the most dynamic and enigmatic of speakers. His views towards life were revolutionary, he could have written books but he preferred to physically work towards the improvisation of society.
“KARMA KAR PHAL KI ICCHA MAT KAR”
seemed to be his motto in life. A soul so great that scaled the unscaled heights of popularity and justice. A soul so sensitive, as to be unable to tolerate a tear in an eye. A soul so humble, as to give away his everything without expecting credit. A soul so dynamic, so as to deject every single tear had left hundreds of people with millions of tears and billions of memories.
The soul had left the world for his heavenly adobe. It continued on it’s path towards ‘nirvana’, moving as step closer to the ‘moksha’.
He had led the life of a saint, experiencing happiness as a social return for service to the society. He was a delight to work with as he used to work selflessly, truly signifying his name “PARAM ANAND GIRDHER”, my grandfather.
“will we never be able to see him again?”, “will we never be able to seek his advice?” “will he never again be there to help us out?” “will he never again guide us?” “will he never again provide solace when we are sad?” “will we never again see him shed tears in times of our achievements?” all these thoughts occupied my mind, …….. and a tear rolled down my cheek.
- a berieved grandson
-A TRIBUTE
Something disturbed me. I woke up and threw a glance at the clock, it struck 4. I dozed off again. After about 5 mins. I was disturbed by a sound, this time I was sure something had wakened me up. It was the sound of cries; there was no second opinion about the reason. My grandfather sh. PARAM ANAND GIRDHER had passed away. “About a month of pain and suffering had finally ended with his last breath.” I thought, and jumped to my feet. About 2 hrs. of sleep had left me ruffled.
The sun rose and the preparations for the funerals were made. The “ANTIM YATRA” started. The last journey had begun. At the crematorium the body was surrendered to the holy fire. The body would be transformed into the 5 basic elements of which it constituted, ‘agni’, ‘prithvi’, ‘jal’, ‘aakash’, ‘pawan’.
I had to return to the college the very same day as my exams started the day after. I was all alone in the bus. With no one beside me my mind wandered into the world of super humanity, all the memories of that departed soul came to me in leaps and bounds.
A very well known figures among his family and friends sh. P.N.GIRDHER often referred to, as ‘Pradhan Ji’ by his friends was a man to look up to. Modesty, simplicity and justice came naturally to him. He was a man of principles, as every one around him knew, he always used to work for the society. Hard work was his companion and compassion was his friend.
A man made for justice, his judgments raised neither brows nor fingers just settled hearts. He was known as one of the most dedicated and adamant person around to his family and friends. These two traits of that great soul were clear to everyone who came in contact with this pleasing personality.
Work meant a lot to him. May be that’s the reason he decided to keep himself engaged in some kind of activity all his life. Sitting idle was something he would never accept.
“An idle being is attacked by diseases.”
He used to say
“I move my body so that it keeps moving”
was another of his regularly used sentenced when questioned on the physical exertion he used to impose on himself.
His planning and vision were simply too advanced for us to understand. His ability to plan huge events with minutest of detailing left everyone awestruck. A true visionary, his ways of doing things were noble.
The impressive dimension he used to add to an issue made him one of the most dynamic and enigmatic of speakers. His views towards life were revolutionary, he could have written books but he preferred to physically work towards the improvisation of society.
“KARMA KAR PHAL KI ICCHA MAT KAR”
seemed to be his motto in life. A soul so great that scaled the unscaled heights of popularity and justice. A soul so sensitive, as to be unable to tolerate a tear in an eye. A soul so humble, as to give away his everything without expecting credit. A soul so dynamic, so as to deject every single tear had left hundreds of people with millions of tears and billions of memories.
The soul had left the world for his heavenly adobe. It continued on it’s path towards ‘nirvana’, moving as step closer to the ‘moksha’.
He had led the life of a saint, experiencing happiness as a social return for service to the society. He was a delight to work with as he used to work selflessly, truly signifying his name “PARAM ANAND GIRDHER”, my grandfather.
“will we never be able to see him again?”, “will we never be able to seek his advice?” “will he never again be there to help us out?” “will he never again guide us?” “will he never again provide solace when we are sad?” “will we never again see him shed tears in times of our achievements?” all these thoughts occupied my mind, …….. and a tear rolled down my cheek.
- a berieved grandson
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