I and the two diverging roads in the wood....

With due apologies to Mr Robert Frost,by the sheer power of man's procreation levels there are no paths left less travelled by now....all have been trudged...all have been laid...milestones put..probable destinations marked at cross-roads....you can still turn right in an alley where others have taken left but even for that you have to first take the highway along with scores of others in the past and hundreds in the future.And there are chances that you will still be identified by the common highway where you would think you have made a mark in the alley.Moreover the desire to take a different path might in itself be a weakness.So now that i have liberated myself from the obligation of being different, i need to treat all my choices subjectively and there you see all clarity fades.Each one is on his own there.So sometimes in winter fog reigns so supreme that you can neither look back cause its irrelevant and nor ahead cause its not possible.So however weird the path chosen may look to people in broad sunlight...there would be reasons why it was chosen,need not be right reasons..but reasons nonetheless.Each one of us will face this moment of truth one time or many times perhaps and we realise..just like it was for him...it's grey and haze that dominates and not black or white.So you need not be in glass houses to have the wisdom of not throwing stones at others...solid bricks crumble,walls become so brittle with time that a gentle breeze can bring them down .

whether it's RCC or glass it's better to keep our stones in our pockets.

"Watch"ing from close quarters

some clocks can only be followed or left alone..some clocks & "watch"es can be set...some have other uses also,some will not keep u in dark...some can "wake" u up...some keep blaring.. till u ask them to stop...some will stop the moment u ask them ..some will keep time..some so perfect that u wish u didnt have that one...some will never be set... some will skip a few sec to keep in step with u...halt a few to to allow u to catch up....some would stop and you would still keep them, for at least they are right twice a day ..some will make others look at you...some will make you not look at others...some  will tell u the same things in  different manners.... different things in some manners...and no matter how "watch"ful you are... time passes away..before you know what you were "watch"ing

God of Small Things

"i have always told myself i can be happy without u ..there will always be some sight i can cherish irrespective of ur presence , some taste i can savour even if u r not beside me,
the sunset is as rapturous....
the rose smells as sweet ....
the rain is as enticing...
the ghazal is as melancholy...
the breeze is as soothing...
the ice is as tingling... and then...
and then...i see our pics..pics where only we were there.. smiling..
smiling... at nothing in particular but in a life-is-beautiful kind of way..i try to smile the same way..i try to tilt my head as if leaning on ur shoulder..clasp my fingers around a imaginary wrist... but i cant..i can laugh more... but i can never smile the way i do when u r beside me... its then... that that i realise how much deeply i miss u"
concept borrowed "with permission"

Blogging about my getting boggled, when people ogle ;)

I hate when the 40 s something man pedaling on his cycle, cranes his neck, owl like to watch a 20s something girl right around the road bend. No, i have no problem with their ages..but to me its sort of indecent to make it so obvious.. doesn't it need to be done a little more subtly, in a more refined way... of course most of us "eye" a girl a second time,not in any amorous way..hmm...(i generalize..erring on the side of honour !!) but just as u would spare a second glance at a rose blossomed in a garden..fully aware that u may never see that again..
but to literally go out of your "way" or turn 180 degrees around, is something i at least cant associate with being well-bred.agreed u have your instincts to tackle, but like in so many cases where we hold our nerve for the sake of civility,a lot of embarrassment can be avoided.
Ideally "the one watching" must be the only one aware ..or as in more general cases "the one being watched" might also be added. but apart from these 2, i see no no reason why anybody else must be made privy to this. a subject and an object are enough..(predicates should be disposed of)as i see it..its a private act done in public.
The observer in no way should affect the observed and certainly there is no need of an audience to view this experiment being conducted day in, day out

having come so far..u might as well read it

u know what.. i am supposed to write something romantic today!! and am in the worst of moods to do so.Now it's not that i need a reason to get upset though, i can make trivial events substantial enough to offset the fragile balance between my getting along and sulking..nah..i have got used to it and so have a few people around me ;).i sometimes wonder if deep within i am a sadist..no its not that i love seeing people in pain or want to inflict suffering on them.. (in fact mosquitoes are the only mobile living things i can kill or rather try to kill.).what i actually mean is...if X gets upset because I am upset, i sort of feel happy..so technically i am rejoicing on a grief ..(please please dont stop reading this blog :-p)..
in case u r wondering what the F*** this is all about..it's just that i have a bad headache and not getting any sleep..so what better than banging on ur keyboard and have the gratification of immortalising it on the net.
will try and come up with something better soon,until then try the "I read " links down..people have suddenly become more productive..

Ye Dil Maange More.....

IPL off to a spectacular launch,malya sets the stage.....
capt vikram batra , died at the age of 25 and was posthumously awarded the Param Vir Chakra, India's highest award for valour

IIM Placements cross 1 crore again
Vikram Batra would have joined the Merchant Navy. He was to join the ship in Hong Kong. His uniform had been stitched, his tickets booked.But he changed his mind to join IMA.

Defining moment in the history of indian cricket, hails media
capt batra's unflinching courage helped 13 JAK Rifles to capture the all crucial peak 5140

Delhi Dare Devils,scare opposition
He hurled two grenades at the machine gun post and single-handedly killed three enemy soldiers in close combat

Maliaka-arbaaz split, a publicity stunt
when asked in an media interview if he was not afraid of death.he replied"yeh dil maange more"

Rumours spread on saif -kareena engagement
After the closest of encounters with death,he volunteers himself fearlessly for one final time

Kumari Mayavati unveils her own statue in memory of her continuing service..
Peak 4875 named after the late capt Batra,PVC

Ponting disappointed over his low price of $400,00
He is survived by his parents who have been awarded a petrol bunk by the govt

Cricket-ainment hogs media
"Sometimes an ordinary Indian can make a Rs 120,000 crore company feel humble. For every step we take, there's an inspired Indian leading the way " read an Indian Oil ad in his honour a decade after his death

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To each onto his own

my life has been a series of HR blunders,i detest people easily, needing no great convincing to do so..and the few i have managed to like have never felt the need to reciprocate ;)..so here i stand 22 years after i opened my eyes to this species called homo sapiens ; still looking for a shoulder to lean on, a pair of eyes to laugh with,a hand to clasp.its like what Maupassant says..i am like the statue in the middle of the market place,all around me,but none with me...so sometimes when i am walking, i ask myself if i should turn the other way and say hello to a long lost friend...check up what he is upto these days.and then i ask why..just for the sake of it ?? and i usually decide to go my way and open up my reluctant,lone, empty room.but this sunday i finally decided to turn the other way...with courage i climbed up those "hallowed" steps leading up to his room and with one long deep breath knocked on the door...
it was locked.and i saw it.it was shut upon me.and there the adventure ended.
i could have gone the next day,may be he would have been home,may be not.but the steps never turned the other way,and i have left the steps and something inside me unconquered