January 31, 2008
Tu jo nahin he to...
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
samajh mein na aaye yeh kya maajara hain
tujhe paake dil mein yeh khaalisa kya hain
samajh mein na aaye yeh kya maajara hain
tujhe paake dil mein yeh khaalisa kya hain
yeh khaalisa kya hain
kyun har waqt dil mein ??? kali hain
kyun har waqt seene mein rehti kami hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
tujhe paake dil mein yeh khaalisa kya hain
samajh mein na aaye yeh kya maajara hain
tujhe paake dil mein yeh khaalisa kya hain
yeh khaalisa kya hain
kyun har waqt dil mein ??? kali hain
kyun har waqt seene mein rehti kami hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
jidhar bhi yeh dekhen jahaan bhi yeh jaayen
tujhe dhundhati hai yeh paagal nigaahen
jidhar bhi yeh dekhen jahaan bhi yeh jaayen
tujhe dhundhati hai yeh paagal nigaahen
yeh paagal nigaahen
main zinda hoon leking kahaan zindagi hain
meri zindagi toh kahaan kho gayi hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
tujhe dhundhati hai yeh paagal nigaahen
jidhar bhi yeh dekhen jahaan bhi yeh jaayen
tujhe dhundhati hai yeh paagal nigaahen
yeh paagal nigaahen
main zinda hoon leking kahaan zindagi hain
meri zindagi toh kahaan kho gayi hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
yeh maana ki mehfil jawaan hain haseen hain
tu jo nahi hain toh kuchh bhi nahi hain
Some thoughts on Love...
Warning: If you are in love, read slowly without jumping to conclusions. And read twice. (Who in life hasn't for at least once, fallen in love!?!?)
Read on:
Love is a highly non-linear transformation.
I am currently faced with a confusion between two of my friends who love each other. Presumably. And since one year, every week they say to each other that it is not a feasible idea to go ahead and let the story end. The guy has conveyed this to the girl and presumably again, the girl agreed. But the story does not end. There have been many such cases and there is denial from one side, mostly the girl's side, citing family reasons and whole lot of illogical statements. But this case is with the guy refusing to go ahead and the girl not letting it go. Well, since both are kind of very close to me, I am watching the scene, without enjoying it.
What is the point at which you decide to move on in life? If you really loved that person, does it take this much time to understand whether he is really interested?
What right do people have to give pain to others around them just because they still are not clear about how to go ahead in life? What goes on in the minds of their parents who are still agreeing to support the youngsters, thinking they will come to a good conclusion?
For a single guy or a girl, there will be many people who will be interested and who would love them. But it finally depends on one particular guy-girl pair who decides to take the plunge and go ahead in life together.
Clinging on to one person when the matter is not consistently two-sided is an insult to the very concept of love. Love is always two sided. If it is one-sided, it is more of admiration or fan-following than actual love. And there needs to be a consistency in behavior of both persons.
I have heard girls threatening to kill themselves unless the other person 'agrees' to love them. And forget about guys - they can go to any extent to 'prove' they love the girl, including cases of threatening to destroy the girl's life if unrequitted.
Is this love? Its like you love a football player or a movie actor and can die for him/her. And I am sure love is much higher than this.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
One big thing in love is guts. The ability to take risk. Its less about finding a highly compatible person. Its about being convinced that under any circumstances, both pilots can fly the biplane higher and higher. (In fact, hundred percent compatibility sometimes makes life boring!)
You never marry a ready-made off-the-shelf right person. Once you are single-mindedly dedicated to someone (s)he becomes THE right person because of the mutual interaction.
There is no ONE right person in life. But there is just ONE soul partner.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
A person who truly loves you will never let you have reasons to cry even by mistake. And if (s)he does that once in a while, it is pardonable. But you can easily make out what love is compared to what those fleeting experiences were. May be (s)he did love you that time. That way many times many people would have loved and will love you too, expressedly or inexpressedly. But if that feeling is not consistent and stable, it is not love, I am sure. It was a more of a neuro-cardiac malfunction.
Just because someone loved you for sometime, don't destroy the happiness of people near you, particularly parents. There will be many who loved you for sometime, say few days/months/years.
There is no method in love. But there's one sure test - you are happy in love.
If you aren't happy in the long run, you aren't in love.
Read on:
Love is a highly non-linear transformation.
I am currently faced with a confusion between two of my friends who love each other. Presumably. And since one year, every week they say to each other that it is not a feasible idea to go ahead and let the story end. The guy has conveyed this to the girl and presumably again, the girl agreed. But the story does not end. There have been many such cases and there is denial from one side, mostly the girl's side, citing family reasons and whole lot of illogical statements. But this case is with the guy refusing to go ahead and the girl not letting it go. Well, since both are kind of very close to me, I am watching the scene, without enjoying it.
What is the point at which you decide to move on in life? If you really loved that person, does it take this much time to understand whether he is really interested?
What right do people have to give pain to others around them just because they still are not clear about how to go ahead in life? What goes on in the minds of their parents who are still agreeing to support the youngsters, thinking they will come to a good conclusion?
For a single guy or a girl, there will be many people who will be interested and who would love them. But it finally depends on one particular guy-girl pair who decides to take the plunge and go ahead in life together.
Clinging on to one person when the matter is not consistently two-sided is an insult to the very concept of love. Love is always two sided. If it is one-sided, it is more of admiration or fan-following than actual love. And there needs to be a consistency in behavior of both persons.
I have heard girls threatening to kill themselves unless the other person 'agrees' to love them. And forget about guys - they can go to any extent to 'prove' they love the girl, including cases of threatening to destroy the girl's life if unrequitted.
Is this love? Its like you love a football player or a movie actor and can die for him/her. And I am sure love is much higher than this.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
One big thing in love is guts. The ability to take risk. Its less about finding a highly compatible person. Its about being convinced that under any circumstances, both pilots can fly the biplane higher and higher. (In fact, hundred percent compatibility sometimes makes life boring!)
You never marry a ready-made off-the-shelf right person. Once you are single-mindedly dedicated to someone (s)he becomes THE right person because of the mutual interaction.
There is no ONE right person in life. But there is just ONE soul partner.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
A person who truly loves you will never let you have reasons to cry even by mistake. And if (s)he does that once in a while, it is pardonable. But you can easily make out what love is compared to what those fleeting experiences were. May be (s)he did love you that time. That way many times many people would have loved and will love you too, expressedly or inexpressedly. But if that feeling is not consistent and stable, it is not love, I am sure. It was a more of a neuro-cardiac malfunction.
Just because someone loved you for sometime, don't destroy the happiness of people near you, particularly parents. There will be many who loved you for sometime, say few days/months/years.
There is no method in love. But there's one sure test - you are happy in love.
If you aren't happy in the long run, you aren't in love.
Kya hua jo...
woh kehte hai na
jo hota hai achche ke liye hota hai
galat kehte hai
jo hota hai achche ke liye hota hai
galat kehte hai
kismat ka khel hai saara
phirta tha main aawaara
yeh kya se kya ho gaya
chaar din ki zindagaani
har pal ek nayi kahaani
kya tha, main kya bana gaya
kya huva jo laaree chhooti
jivan ki gaadi looti
kwaab hai toh mujhko na jaga
zindagi ek pal mein saali
yuun palat gayi hamaari
zhoot hai toh mujhko na bata
phirta tha main aawaara
yeh kya se kya ho gaya
chaar din ki zindagaani
har pal ek nayi kahaani
kya tha, main kya bana gaya
kya huva jo laaree chhooti
jivan ki gaadi looti
kwaab hai toh mujhko na jaga
zindagi ek pal mein saali
yuun palat gayi hamaari
zhoot hai toh mujhko na bata
mumbai, suna tha yahaan aadami puri zindagi apani kismat
slow track se fast track laane mein nikaal deta hai
par dhaayi ghante mein meri kismat
aise slow track se fast track par aa jaayegi
yeh maine kabhi socha nahi tha
saja maja ban jaayegi, yeh bhi kabhi socha nahi tha
last local kya chhuti, saala kismat patari par aa gayi
slow track se fast track laane mein nikaal deta hai
par dhaayi ghante mein meri kismat
aise slow track se fast track par aa jaayegi
yeh maine kabhi socha nahi tha
saja maja ban jaayegi, yeh bhi kabhi socha nahi tha
last local kya chhuti, saala kismat patari par aa gayi
karlo jo bhi karna hai
hota hai jo hona hai
gujra toh pal yeh phir na aayega
kya bura hai kya bhala hai
waqt hi shaayad khuda hai
ho jaane do phir dekha jaayega
kya huva jo laaree chhooti
jivan ki gaadi looti
kwaab hai toh mujhko na jaga
zindagi ek pal mein saali
yuun palat gayi hamaari
zhoot hai toh mujhko na bata
hota hai jo hona hai
gujra toh pal yeh phir na aayega
kya bura hai kya bhala hai
waqt hi shaayad khuda hai
ho jaane do phir dekha jaayega
kya huva jo laaree chhooti
jivan ki gaadi looti
kwaab hai toh mujhko na jaga
zindagi ek pal mein saali
yuun palat gayi hamaari
zhoot hai toh mujhko na bata
woh kehte hai na
jo hota hai achche ke liye hota hai
sahi kehte hai
jivan ki gaadi looti
jo hota hai achche ke liye hota hai
sahi kehte hai
jivan ki gaadi looti
January 30, 2008
Tanha dil...
aankhon mein sapne liye
ghar se hum chal toh diye
jaane yeh raahe abb le jaayengi kahaan
mitti ki khushbu aaye
palkon pe aansu laaye
palkon pe reh jaayega yaadon ka jahaan
manjil nayi hain
anjaana hai kaarava
chalna akele hai yahaan
(tanha dil, tanha safar
dhunde tujhe phir kyun nazar) - 2
tanha dil....
ghar se hum chal toh diye
jaane yeh raahe abb le jaayengi kahaan
mitti ki khushbu aaye
palkon pe aansu laaye
palkon pe reh jaayega yaadon ka jahaan
manjil nayi hain
anjaana hai kaarava
chalna akele hai yahaan
(tanha dil, tanha safar
dhunde tujhe phir kyun nazar) - 2
tanha dil....
dilkash nazaare dekhe
zhil-mil sitaare dekhe
aankhon mein phir bhi tera chehra hai jawaan
kitni barsaate aayi
kitni saugaate laayi
kaano mein gunje phie bhi teri hi sada
waade kiye the, apana hoga aashiyaan
waado ko jaane hoga kya
(tanha dil, tanha safar
dhunde tujhe phir kyun nazar) - 2
tanha dil....
zhil-mil sitaare dekhe
aankhon mein phir bhi tera chehra hai jawaan
kitni barsaate aayi
kitni saugaate laayi
kaano mein gunje phie bhi teri hi sada
waade kiye the, apana hoga aashiyaan
waado ko jaane hoga kya
(tanha dil, tanha safar
dhunde tujhe phir kyun nazar) - 2
tanha dil....
tanha dil...
aankhon mein sapne liye
ghar se hum chal toh diye
jaane yeh raahe abb le jaayengi kahaan
mitti ki khushbu aaye
palkon pe aansu laaye
palkon pe reh jaayega yaadon ka jahaan
manjil nayi hain
anjaana hai kaarava
chalna akele hai yahaan
(tanha dil, tanha safar
dhunde tujhe phir kyun nazar) - 2
tanha dil....
ghar se hum chal toh diye
jaane yeh raahe abb le jaayengi kahaan
mitti ki khushbu aaye
palkon pe aansu laaye
palkon pe reh jaayega yaadon ka jahaan
manjil nayi hain
anjaana hai kaarava
chalna akele hai yahaan
(tanha dil, tanha safar
dhunde tujhe phir kyun nazar) - 2
tanha dil....
tanha dil...
Simulator tests...
At least six screens and five keyboards surrounding you - a droning hum around you from the processors and the air conditioning duct - artificial sunlight - and a simulated locomotive running at 110 miles per hour without moving an inch - few people (generally two) skillfully running the loco without confusing which mouse is with which keyboard - this is one of the four simulators in my lab. I have shown my lab to many visitors 'n' number of times with the same enthusiasm as I did the first time, although I am convinced that my friends in the US have a similar lab that is approximately 2000 times better than this lab. (I sometimes think if I were to sell this lab to a scrap dealer, would I be able to repair my bike?) But on the whole this is an excellent piece of machinery that works in all sorts of ways like your spouse would. It gives you happiness as well as anger, and you cry in joy as well as frustration. In fact I have a pic of one of my colleagues sitting with his head on the table, fully frustrated that his controller is not working. (I am not allowed to put that pic here, not because my company will kill me in a road accident, but because the same colleague will volunteer to drive the vehicle used for that).
On a Saturday if I happen to come to lab (and I swear by God's secretary that I haven't done such a mistake since I resolved this new year not to work on weekends), I put on loud music in the lab while my tests keep going on.
Things keep going on here without knowledge of the outside weather or news. And it is one level below the ground floor. Not many people outside my group come to our labs and once in a while when the lift brings them to the -1 floor, they are too amused thinking they have reached martian bedrooms. I am sure this place will the safest to hide in Bangalore in case cousins of Laden think they don't like something on earth and blow themselves up.
My dil goes mmmm..mmmmm....mmmmm...!!
He Says, She Says..
This post is from another person's blog and I liked the lines; read on:
He
Here i am.
Slogged all my life.
Achieved a lot, just not yet a wife.
Achieved a lot, just not yet a wife.
Work takes up a lot of time.
Why should i be single, have i committed some crime ?
Why should i be single, have i committed some crime ?
I love movies, music, the works.
Have a good sense of humour, not like one of the jerks.
Have a good sense of humour, not like one of the jerks.
Looking for someone honest.
A nice woman, who laughs at my jest.
A nice woman, who laughs at my jest.
Just dont be cunning.
Dont lie to me, or you’ll see me running
Dont lie to me, or you’ll see me running
I’ll take good care.
Spend some good time together.
My life i shall share.
Spend some good time together.
My life i shall share.
I have a lot on my plate.
And i am a great cook.
will you be my mate ?
And i am a great cook.
will you be my mate ?
She
I am religious, I am homely.
But without a husband i feel lonely.
But without a husband i feel lonely.
I am not lame, i don’t play games.
Just need a guy of some fame.
Just need a guy of some fame.
I love working, some playful flirting.
My duties i don’t believe in shirking
My duties i don’t believe in shirking
What happened to all the nice guys, for whom women are not just toys?
The ones who are no more little boys?
The ones who are no more little boys?
I am great, don’t too much throw around my weight.
But how long will i have to wait?
January 29, 2008
Aam he kya?
| Saw it long back in an email fwd: Part 1 A parrot goes to a shopkeeper and asks ... 'Aam hai kya?' The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi. Hum Aam nahi bechte.' Next day at the same time, the parrot goes again and asks him ...'Aam hai kya ?' He gets a little irritated and says... 'Aare Bola na, Hum 'Aam nahi Bechte' On the third day, the parrot goes again and asks him 'Aam hai kya ?' He gets wild and yells ...'Bola na naahi. Abhi vapas aaya to tumhare sar ke upar hathoda marunga ' The next day,the parrot comes again and asks him ..'hathoda hai kya?' The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi' The parrot then asks ... 'Aam hai kya ?' Part-2 The next day parrot again goes to shopkeeper and asks "Aam hai kya??" The shopkeeper is ready now.... He quickly pulls a hammer and hitz the parrot on the face. The parrot looses all his teeth But determined, parrot again goes 2 the shopkeeper next day n asks "AAM KA JUICE HAI KYA???" |
Rim Jhim Gire Sawan..
Hmmmmmm...
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein
Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein
Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
Jab Ghunghroon Si Bajti Hain Boondein
Armaan Hamare Palken Na Moondein
Jab Ghunghroon Si Bajti Hain Boondein
Armaan Hamare Palken Na Moondein
Kaise Dekhen Sapne Nayan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein
Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
Mehfil Mein Kaise Kehden Kisise
Dil Bandh Raha Hai Kis Ajnabi Se
Mehfil Mein Kaise Kehden Kisise
Dil Bandh Raha Hai Kis Ajnabi Se
Haaye Karen Ab Kya Jatan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein
Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein
Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
Chal chale...
chal chale apane ghar ai mere hamsafar
band darwaze kar sabse ho bekhabar
pyar dono kare raat bhar tootkar
chal chale apane ghar hamsafar - 2
band darwaze kar sabse ho bekhabar
pyar dono kare raat bhar tootkar
chal chale apane ghar hamsafar - 2
na jahaan bheed ho na jahaan bhar ke log
na shehar mein base laakhon logon ka shor
chand lamhen tu inse mujhe durr kar
chal chale apane ghar hamsafar - 2
na shehar mein base laakhon logon ka shor
chand lamhen tu inse mujhe durr kar
chal chale apane ghar hamsafar - 2
duriyaan dene ka jo bhi hai darmiyaan
aaj kuchh aise mil ek ho jaaye jaan
bhar mujhe baahon mein le duba chaah mein
pyar kar tu bepanaha khatam raaton ke ho silsilay
yun laga le mujhe aaj apane gale
durr har bandishen aaj mujhmein utar
chal chale apane ghar hamsafar - 2
aaj kuchh aise mil ek ho jaaye jaan
bhar mujhe baahon mein le duba chaah mein
pyar kar tu bepanaha khatam raaton ke ho silsilay
yun laga le mujhe aaj apane gale
durr har bandishen aaj mujhmein utar
chal chale apane ghar hamsafar - 2
January 28, 2008
Swades...
(Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara…
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta) -2
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta) -2
Mitti ki jo khushboo, tu kaise bhoolaayega
Tu chaahe kahin jaaye, tu laut ke aayega
Nayi nayi raahon mein, dabi dabi aahon mein
Khoye khoye dilse tere, koyi ye kahega
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
Tu chaahe kahin jaaye, tu laut ke aayega
Nayi nayi raahon mein, dabi dabi aahon mein
Khoye khoye dilse tere, koyi ye kahega
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
(Hmm…hmm…hmm…hmm…hmm…)
Tujhse zindagi, hai ye keh rahi
Sab toh paa liya, ab hai kya kami
Yun toh saare sukh hai barse
Par door tu hai apne gharse
Aa laut chal tu ab diwaane
Jahaan koyi toh tujhe apna maane
Awaaz de tujhe bulaane, wahi des
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
(Hmm…hmm…hmm…hmm…hmm…)
Tujhse zindagi, hai ye keh rahi
Sab toh paa liya, ab hai kya kami
Yun toh saare sukh hai barse
Par door tu hai apne gharse
Aa laut chal tu ab diwaane
Jahaan koyi toh tujhe apna maane
Awaaz de tujhe bulaane, wahi des
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
(Hmm…hmm…hmm…hmm…hmm…)
Ye pal hai wahi, jis mein hai chhupi
Koyi ek sadi, saari zindagi
Tu na poochh raaste mein kaahe
Aaye hain is tarha do raahein
Tu hi toh hai raah jo sujhaaye
Tu hi toh hai ab jo ye bataaye
Chaahe toh kis disha mein jaaye wahi des
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
Hmm…hmm…hmm…
Koyi ek sadi, saari zindagi
Tu na poochh raaste mein kaahe
Aaye hain is tarha do raahein
Tu hi toh hai raah jo sujhaaye
Tu hi toh hai ab jo ye bataaye
Chaahe toh kis disha mein jaaye wahi des
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
Hmm…hmm…hmm…
My heart goes..
aati hain woh aaise chal ke jaise jannat mein rehti hain
dekhti hain sabko aaise jaise sabko woh sehti hain
par gusse mein jo aaye aur ankhein woh dikhlaye
ladte ladte galti se muskaaye
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
dekhti hain sabko aaise jaise sabko woh sehti hain
par gusse mein jo aaye aur ankhein woh dikhlaye
ladte ladte galti se muskaaye
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
karti hu jab usse baatein lagta hain sone wala hain
soke jab jabbhi woh jaage lagta hain rone wala hain
par chupke se woh meri neend se mujhe jagaye
le baahon mein aur khud hi woh gir jaaye
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
soke jab jabbhi woh jaage lagta hain rone wala hain
par chupke se woh meri neend se mujhe jagaye
le baahon mein aur khud hi woh gir jaaye
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
ha woh na na karti hain
ha bada akadti hain
ha thodisi ziddi hain
ha akal se piddi hain
aate hain sab woh aaye, na aaye woh jaati hain
tedhi in baaton se mujhko yeh satati hain
har waqt se pehle aanaa sunn na na koi bahana
par dekhna mera rasta rojana
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
ha bada akadti hain
ha thodisi ziddi hain
ha akal se piddi hain
aate hain sab woh aaye, na aaye woh jaati hain
tedhi in baaton se mujhko yeh satati hain
har waqt se pehle aanaa sunn na na koi bahana
par dekhna mera rasta rojana
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
ha picture mein rota hain
ha khulle muh sota hain
ha jara nalayak hain
ha pitne ke layak hain
jaane kya kehta hain jaane kya karta hain
sofe pe chadhta hain pardo se ladta hain
jab karne lage safaai samjho ke shaamat aayi
fir thak ke jab leta hain angdaai
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
ha khulle muh sota hain
ha jara nalayak hain
ha pitne ke layak hain
jaane kya kehta hain jaane kya karta hain
sofe pe chadhta hain pardo se ladta hain
jab karne lage safaai samjho ke shaamat aayi
fir thak ke jab leta hain angdaai
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
ha thodi alag si hain
ha thodi galat si hain
ha thoda alag si hain
ha thoda galat si hain
aaisi bhi hogi woh aaisa na socha tha
aaisa hi hoga woh aaisa hi socha tha
kyo lagta hain yeh apna
yeh sach hain ya hain sapna
dar lagta hain kahi ho na jaaye jhuth
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
ha thodi galat si hain
ha thoda alag si hain
ha thoda galat si hain
aaisi bhi hogi woh aaisa na socha tha
aaisa hi hoga woh aaisa hi socha tha
kyo lagta hain yeh apna
yeh sach hain ya hain sapna
dar lagta hain kahi ho na jaaye jhuth
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
my dil goes mmmmmm....
Just listen...
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Is pal mein jeevan saara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Meri aankhon se dekho zara
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Is pal mein jeevan saara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Meri aankhon se dekho zara
Is pal mein jeevan saara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Meri aankhon se dekho zara
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Is pal mein jeevan saara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Meri aankhon se dekho zara
Gehra hua, phatne laga
Kohre chhate
Dekho chaaron taraf ab noor hai jannat ka
Kohre chhate
Dekho chaaron taraf ab noor hai jannat ka
Ujli zameen, neela gagan
Paani pe behta shikara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Aasha ke par lage, panchhi banke main uddi
Jinki thi aarzoo, un raahon se main judi
Kuch paa gayi, kuch kho gaya
Jaane mujhe kya ho gaya
Jaagi jaagi soyi soyi, rehti hoon khoyi khoyi
Meri bekaraari koi jaane na, jaane na
Rut hai deewani badi, chhede mujhe ghadi ghadi
Aise mein anadi dil maane na, maane na
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Jinki thi aarzoo, un raahon se main judi
Kuch paa gayi, kuch kho gaya
Jaane mujhe kya ho gaya
Jaagi jaagi soyi soyi, rehti hoon khoyi khoyi
Meri bekaraari koi jaane na, jaane na
Rut hai deewani badi, chhede mujhe ghadi ghadi
Aise mein anadi dil maane na, maane na
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Mausam ka ho gaya, jaane kaisa yeh asar
Chehre se ab tere, hatati nahin meri nazar
Koi kahin na paas hai, bas pyaar ka ehsaas hai
Khushboo ka jhonka aaye, humein mehka ke jaaye
Humko na kuch bhi khabar hai, khabar hai
Door shehnai baji, yaadon ki dulhan saji
Seene pe tumhare mera sar hai, sar hai
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Meri aankhon se dekho zara
Chehre se ab tere, hatati nahin meri nazar
Koi kahin na paas hai, bas pyaar ka ehsaas hai
Khushboo ka jhonka aaye, humein mehka ke jaaye
Humko na kuch bhi khabar hai, khabar hai
Door shehnai baji, yaadon ki dulhan saji
Seene pe tumhare mera sar hai, sar hai
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Meri aankhon se dekho zara
Gehra hua, phatne laga
Kohre chhate
Dekho chaaron taraf ab noor hai jannat ka
Kohre chhate
Dekho chaaron taraf ab noor hai jannat ka
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Is pal mein jeevan saara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Is pal mein jeevan saara
Sapnon ki hai duniya yehi
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun
Teri aankhon se maine dekha
Chupke se sun, is pal ki dhun
Admire..
It is human nature to take delight in exciting admiration. It is what prompts children to say "smart" things, and do absurd ones, and in other ways "show off" when company is present. It is what makes gossips turn out in rain and storm to be the first to tell a startling bit of news.
- The Innocents Abroad
- The Innocents Abroad
Damagers!
It is such a great joy to study managers! This should be a special course in psychology. Just few minutes back I came to know the advantages of using the statement: 'We will discuss this offline'. It is good way to avoid a very logical (as well illogical) answer if the manager does not want to listen to you. It was very much a situation where a software tool was being discussed. And there were some people who showed that since they do not know that software, they are unable to proceed ahead. Well, I don't know how much time they would need to learn a new video game rather than this silly software. But that fellow's manager stops me in between and instead of listening to a solution that I had, says, 'We will discuss this offline'.
God bless managers!
Sis...
William Wordsworth:
TO MY SISTER
IT is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
My sister! ('tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done, 10
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.
Now that our morning meal is done, 10
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.
Edward will come with you;--and, pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year. 20
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year. 20
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.
One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey: 30
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
Which they shall long obey: 30
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We'll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.
About, below, above,
We'll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.
Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness. 40
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness. 40
F****** Family Honor...
This story has a lot of truth in itself. It got second prize in a global level short-story writing competition and I can closely relate with the events here. Read it with a strong heart.
I am proud to be protective of women, whatever the hell the world thinks of them. A woman is termed as un-understood (forgive me for semantics) creature. I believe it is men who lack the understanding of more sensitive things around themselves.
I am not a feminist, nor a womanizer. But I do believe in equality of all around me. Read on.... :-
“Come away, Nura. This is no place for a woman.”
My brother, Kahlil, nudges my elbow, as we stand in the heat and dust of the town square. I sweat under my black abaaya. It’s the middle of May, already hot, with few palm trees here for shelter. In June, my husband, Abdul, will drive us to the mountains of Taif to escape the heat of Riyadh. I once looked forward to it. But not any more. My heart is too full of grief.
Kahlil lays a hand on my shoulder, his eyes pleading. “It’ll be a rough business, Nura. Think about it. They’ll drag her in, shackled, and force her to her knees while the mob looks on and taunts.” He lifts his eyebrows. “You can cope with that, you, her mother?”
I feel a great lump rise to my throat and stick there. “I want just one glance at her face,” I murmur. “One last glance at my beautiful Sara, before ...”
I swallow, my words choked in despair.
My brother’s eyes glisten with sympathy. He is a kind man. Beneath that wiry beard and massive frame, he’s gentle and caring, not arrogant or scornful of women, like so many Saudi men. But he’s not Saudi. He’s Kuwaiti, like me. It was good of him to drive me here today. In this country, we women are not allowed to drive.
But he’s shuffling his feet now, anxious to go. “Why upset yourself further?” he argues. “Why not grieve at home, with Abdul?”
I taste bitterness in my mouth. “With Abdul? With my husband? Why do you think he refused to bring me here himself today?”
My voice hardens. “Because he’s choking on his guilt, that’s why. Because it was he who demanded her execution. His own daughter.”
A flame of anger shoots up inside me. “Even if she were guilty, the penalty is flogging, not stoning. But Abdul’s not content with that. He’s like a maddened bull and insists on death. ‘For the family honour,’ he shouts, thumping the table. And the mutawa support him for his moral convictions.”
I give a snort. “Moral convictions? The child’s innocent. Even Abdul must realise that by now. But he can’t lose face. He must defend the family honour.” I spit out the words.
Kahlil, as always, trying to see the other side, strokes his beard. “Innocent or not, Nura, they found her guilty in the Shari’a court.” He flings up his arms. “She had sex with five young men, remember! Begged them for it, they said. If that’s true, it’s shocking – a crime of Hudud. No wonder Abdul was mad.”
“And what punishment do the men get, Khalil? A lecture from Father, with their promise not to do it again?” I hear my voice grow shrill. “Those boys raped her, while the rest of us were away. They were high on drugs, smuggled in from abroad, no doubt. And your nephew, Hadi, after promising to protect her, did nothing.”
“But why?”
“Why? Because he was high on drugs too. They raped her, Kahlil, and made her pregnant. A girl of thirteen. Begging for sex? She’d only just been veiled. She knew nothing about such things.”
I see lines of doubt crease his forehead. “How do you know they were taking drugs?”
“Jane told us, our Filipino maid. She caught them with American magazines too – you can guess the sort – then found Sara crying and screaming.”
My voice trembles at the memory. I bite my lip till it bleeds. “You know the rest – the hospital visit, the phone call to the police, the lies...”
My stomach churns. “The boys denied everything, of course. Hid their drugs. Had their story all prepared. And Abdul believed them, as did the court. Who would take a woman’s word against a man’s?”
Kahlil shakes his head. “I still don’t see there’s any proof of rape.”
I click my tongue. What do I expect? Men stick up for each other, even a man like Khalil. There must be witnesses to rape. A woman’s word counts for nothing.
Disappointed with Khalil, I push him away. “Don’t touch me. You’ll have the mutawa arresting us for lewdness.”
I glance around me. Noon prayers are over, and more people are joining the crowd, restless, impatient for spectacle, getting angry in the hot sun. They are mostly men, young thugs, laughing, jostling each other, keen for the fun to begin. I see older men too, stern-faced men of Allah. But some of them, I know, take trips abroad and buy girls of nine or ten for their pleasure, paying their parents a few riyals for the privilege.
And here they are, ready to punish my daughter for fornication. They’ll seize the largest stones from the pile and push forward to the front, so they can meet their aim with ease. I’m told it can take two hours before it ends.
A stirring in the crowd disrupts my thoughts. The truck has appeared, with men emptying rocks and stones in a pile. I shut my eyes. My brother was right. I should never have come. But I have to see my child. Who else will show her support? I want to give a sign of my belief in her, hold out my hands in compassion. Then I will find some quiet corner and pray to Allah to punish those who sent her to her death.
I shiver in the heat as I remember that she gave birth just hours ago. A girl. The mutawa and police will be guarding the ward’s entrance, so no one can help her escape. Bound and shackled, she’ll be brought here to die, still weak from giving birth.
And the time is come. My heart plunges to my stomach as I see a police car arrive at the square and grind to a halt. The crowd moves forward, curious, eager. Trembling, I watch the police officers pull my child from the car and drag her to the far end of the square.
“Let’s go. You’ve seen enough.” Kahlil taps my shoulder.
I pay no heed. I throw out my arms and push my way to the front. “Sara, my child,” I gasp.
I see her shackled, unveiled, her head drooped over her chest. She looks half-dead as they force her to her knees on the ground.
I move my lips in desperate prayer. “Oh, Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful, save my poor, innocent daughter! And punish those who sent her to her death!”
I lift my veil. It is forbidden, but I must see clearly my child’s face. Those close by nudge each other, titter and peer at me. I don’t care. Let them. Let the mutawa come and arrest me.
“Cover your face, woman,” someone in the crowd hisses.
My brother comes and clutches at my elbow. “Nura, Nura, the mutawa are watching.”
“To hell with the mutawa!” I push further forward. “Sara. Look up, Sara, I’m here, with you. See.” I stretch out my arms.
I believe she hears me. She lifts her head. I see her lips move, the pleading, the terror in her eyes. At last, she looks at me, a dead, despairing look.
I wring my hands, my eyes stung with tears. I feel her pain, her fear, her helplessness before this mob. Yet, I can do nothing. My breath comes out in deep, gulping sobs as I fall forward to the front of the crowd.
The men there shove me back. “Where’s this woman’s husband?” one demands. Another yells into my face, “Stop screeching, woman. The girl’s a whore. She deserves all she gets.”
I face them, fists clenched, their voices almost drowned out by the pounding in my head. I become a wild creature, ready to spit and claw at their faces. “She’s no whore,” I scream.
“Leave her be, you ruffians, you low-born dogs!”
They gape at me and back away, astonished at my insolence. But at this moment, I don’t care what I say, or do. Let them kill me, if they must.
Before more damage can be done, Kahlil charges over and grabs my arm.
I take one last look at my daughter’s face, before they place a gag in her mouth and fasten the hood around her head. Then I drop my veil and turn away.
Suddenly, my rage is spent. A deadly calm sweeps over me.
I hear a man call for quiet. He reads out Sara’s crime then announces the start of the execution. There is a rush to the pile of stones. Khalil tries to drag me away, but I shake him off. There is one more thing I have to do.
Sweat and dust fill my nostrils as I elbow my way through the crowd pushing towards the pile of stones. I choose a jagged piece of rock and hide it under my abaaya. It feels rough and unrelenting in my hands. That done, I hasten with my brother towards the car park.
My mind is made up. When we get home, I shall carry the rock to the marriage-bed and slide it under the sheets. “Sleep with that, Abdul,” I’ll say, “for I’ll never come to your bed again. That stone is like my heart, as hard and cold as my wifely love.” Later, I shall leave him and go to my mother in Kuwait. I know where the passports are kept. And I know how to forge my husband’s signature for the letter of permission I’ll need to travel. I shan’t miss him or my spoilt, shiftless son. I renounce them both.
We arrive. I thank Khalil for his support and walk through the iron gates into my husband’s house. I want to relieve myself of the heavy stone, but I’m startled by a noise coming from Abdul’s study. I stop to listen, then make my way there.
The door is ajar. And there is Abdul, slumped over his desk, hands resting on his head. A bottle of whiskey, from the black market, stands, half-empty, beside him. He is letting out drunken, snorting sobs.
My mouth hangs open. A twinge of pity touches my heart. “Abdul, you are grieving about Sara?”
He looks up, stupefied. “About Sara? My shameless daughter?” He slaps his hand on the desk. “No!” His voice breaks. “It’s my son I grieve for, my Hadi.”
“Hadi?”
“Yes. Hadi. The police found him, with drugs in his pocket. I can’t believe it. He’ll go to prison, or get eighty lashes.” He lays his head on the desk. “Oh my son, my treasured son.” His shoulders heave under silent sobs. “How can I renounce my son?”
“You renounced your daughter. Where were your tears for her?” I feel again that flame of fury shooting up inside me. He has not a grain of pity to spare his daughter.
I think of her dying in the square, despair in her eyes, the cruel gag forced into her mouth. I see again the jeering youths, thrusting their hands into the pile of stones, hear them laughing and yelling in my face.
The mental picture reminds me of the rock I’m holding under my abaaya.
Like one in a trance, I draw it out, step behind Abdul and, with all my strength, bring it crashing down on his head. He utters a cry. A spasm passes between his shoulder-blades. I pay no heed, but strike again and again, until the skull cracks and the blood spurts out – until he is still, and there is silence.
January 26, 2008
Today..
When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened. Life has no rehearsals. I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.
Jahan Tere Pairon Ke..
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaan
Jahan Tere Pairon Ke Kawal Gira Karte Thay
Hanse To Do Gaalon Mein Bhanvar Pada Karte Thay
Teri Kamar Ke Bal Pe Nadi Muda Karti Thi
Hansi Teri Sun Sunke Phasal Paka Karti Thi
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaan ..
O Jahan Teri Edi Se Dhoop Uda Karti Thi
Suna Hai Us Chaukhat Pe Ab Shaam Raha Karti Hai
Laton Se Uljhi Lipti Ek Raat Hua Karti Thi
Kabhi Kabhi Takiya Pe Vo Bhi Mila Karti Thi
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaan ..
Dil Dard Ka Tukda Hai Patthar Ki Dali Si Hai
Ek Andha Kuan Hai Ya Ak Band Gali Si Hai
Ek Chhota Sa Lamha Hai Jo Khatm Nahin Hota
Main Laakh Jalata Hoon Ye Bhasm Nahin Hota
Ye Bhasm Nahin Hota
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaa
Jahan Tere Pairon Ke Kawal Gira Karte Thay
Hanse To Do Gaalon Mein Bhanvar Pada Karte Thay
Teri Kamar Ke Bal Pe Nadi Muda Karti Thi
Hansi Teri Sun Sunke Phasal Paka Karti Thi
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaan ..
O Jahan Teri Edi Se Dhoop Uda Karti Thi
Suna Hai Us Chaukhat Pe Ab Shaam Raha Karti Hai
Laton Se Uljhi Lipti Ek Raat Hua Karti Thi
Kabhi Kabhi Takiya Pe Vo Bhi Mila Karti Thi
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaan ..
Dil Dard Ka Tukda Hai Patthar Ki Dali Si Hai
Ek Andha Kuan Hai Ya Ak Band Gali Si Hai
Ek Chhota Sa Lamha Hai Jo Khatm Nahin Hota
Main Laakh Jalata Hoon Ye Bhasm Nahin Hota
Ye Bhasm Nahin Hota
Chhod Aaye Hum Vo Galiyaa
Ichak dana Beechak dana..
Lata: Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Chhajje upar ladki naache laka hai deewana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya?
Kids: Pranam(?) Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana ichak dana
Lata: Chhoti si chokri laalbayi naam hai
Kids: (repeat)
Pehne woh ghaghra ek paisa daam hai
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: O, o o o o a a a a
Munh mein sabke aag lagaaye aata hai rulaana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya?
Kids: Michree!!, Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Lata: Hari thi man bhari thi laakh moti jadi thi
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Raja ji ke baag mein dushaala odhe khadi thi
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: O, o o o o a a a a
Kachche-pakke baal hain uske mukhda hai suhana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya? Bolo bolo
Raaj: Buddhee
Kids: Bhutta!!, Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Lata: Ek janwar aisa jiske doom par paisa
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Sar pe hai taaj bhi baadshah ke jaisa
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: O, o o o o a a a a
Baadal dekhe chham-chham naache albela mastaana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya? Bolo na
Kids: Mor.., Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Lata: Chhajje upar ladki naache laka hai deewana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Mukesh: Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana -2
Chaale woh chalkar dil mein samaaya
Aap hi gaya woh kiya hai safaaya
Tum bhi dekho bachkar rehna chakkar mein na aana, ichak dana -2
Raaj, Kids: Bolo kya?
Lata: Ghum?
Raaj: Huh!, hum..
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Chhajje upar ladki naache laka hai deewana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya?
Kids: Pranam(?) Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana ichak dana
Lata: Chhoti si chokri laalbayi naam hai
Kids: (repeat)
Pehne woh ghaghra ek paisa daam hai
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: O, o o o o a a a a
Munh mein sabke aag lagaaye aata hai rulaana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya?
Kids: Michree!!, Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Lata: Hari thi man bhari thi laakh moti jadi thi
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Raja ji ke baag mein dushaala odhe khadi thi
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: O, o o o o a a a a
Kachche-pakke baal hain uske mukhda hai suhana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya? Bolo bolo
Raaj: Buddhee
Kids: Bhutta!!, Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Lata: Ek janwar aisa jiske doom par paisa
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Sar pe hai taaj bhi baadshah ke jaisa
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: O, o o o o a a a a
Baadal dekhe chham-chham naache albela mastaana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Lata: Bolo kya? Bolo na
Kids: Mor.., Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana
Lata: Chhajje upar ladki naache laka hai deewana, ichak dana
Kids: (repeat)
Mukesh: Ichak dana beechak dana daane upar dana, ichak dana -2
Chaale woh chalkar dil mein samaaya
Aap hi gaya woh kiya hai safaaya
Tum bhi dekho bachkar rehna chakkar mein na aana, ichak dana -2
Raaj, Kids: Bolo kya?
Lata: Ghum?
Raaj: Huh!, hum..
YAFO
Samir told entrepreneurs suffer from a YAFO mentality. They see opportunities anywhere and everywhere. (By the if you didn't know this, YAFO stands for Yet Another F****** Opportunity). And all opportunities need not be taken up by the VCs he said. There are places where angel investors are more happy to contribute than an exit-seeking VC.
There was another fellow who quoted a well known author while saying that entrepreneurs also have the B-HAG syndrome - (Big Hairy Audacious Goal).
A series of interviews were conducted with distinguished entrepreneurs. They were asked what characteristics they felt were essential to success as an entrepreneur. Good health was a characteristic mentioned by every entrepreneur interviewed. Entrepreneurs are physically resilient and in good health. They can work for extended periods of time, and while they are in the process of building their business, they refuse to get sick.
Emotional Stability: Entrepreneurs have a considerable amount of self-control and can handle business pressures. They are comfortable in stress situations and are challenged rather than discouraged by setbacks or failures.
I could summarize the following from some websites:
Most important for success as an entrepreneur:
* Perseverance
* Desire and willingness to take the initiative
* Competitiveness
* Self-reliance
* A strong need to achieve
* Self-confidence
* Good physical health
Important for success as an entrepreneur:
* A willingness to take risks
* A high level of energy
* An ability to get along with employees
* Versatility
* A desire to create
* Innovation
Other traits of success as an entrepreneur:
* Ability to lead effectively
* A willingness to tolerate uncertainty
* A strong desire for money
* Patience
* Being well organized
* A need for power
* A need to closely associate with others
There was another fellow who quoted a well known author while saying that entrepreneurs also have the B-HAG syndrome - (Big Hairy Audacious Goal).
A series of interviews were conducted with distinguished entrepreneurs. They were asked what characteristics they felt were essential to success as an entrepreneur. Good health was a characteristic mentioned by every entrepreneur interviewed. Entrepreneurs are physically resilient and in good health. They can work for extended periods of time, and while they are in the process of building their business, they refuse to get sick.
Emotional Stability: Entrepreneurs have a considerable amount of self-control and can handle business pressures. They are comfortable in stress situations and are challenged rather than discouraged by setbacks or failures.
I could summarize the following from some websites:
Most important for success as an entrepreneur:
* Perseverance
* Desire and willingness to take the initiative
* Competitiveness
* Self-reliance
* A strong need to achieve
* Self-confidence
* Good physical health
Important for success as an entrepreneur:
* A willingness to take risks
* A high level of energy
* An ability to get along with employees
* Versatility
* A desire to create
* Innovation
Other traits of success as an entrepreneur:
* Ability to lead effectively
* A willingness to tolerate uncertainty
* A strong desire for money
* Patience
* Being well organized
* A need for power
* A need to closely associate with others
If...
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
~ Rudyard Kipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
~ Rudyard Kipling
January 25, 2008
Reason?
"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world, but the unreasonable man tries to adapt the world to him--therefore, all progress depends upon the unreasonable man".
Hope my friends have a look at this. Sometimes I am labelled as unreasonable. I respond, Thank God it is 'sometimes'!! Being reasonable or unreasonable is a relative term depending upon the depth upto which you can look in the absence of any logical situation. This in turn depends on the amount of experience we have and the amount of imagination that works in our heads (assuming we are using head for thinking purpose!).
Do we realize that most decisions in life are based on past experiences? If we are counting how many of our thoughts are new every day, we can easily end up with a small number. Almost all our decisions are based on past data. And almost all the history-making-decisions are based on pro-active thought, over-looking past-data-conclusions.
If we can forget for the moment that we are in a timeline with a non-negative axis, it becomes easy for us to go to the future and in our minds, see the results of what we are upto.
This applies to all kinds of decisions that we make in life. Let us take few minor examples and some major ones. Say whether it is going to rain today - this answer can be given by seeing what kind of weather is prevailing since morning, since past few days, past few months etc. (And this does not consider rain caused due to vapor-condensation from volcanic eruption! Or the water tank above your roof bursting on its own!) And an example of a major decision is - say, someone wants to decide which subjects to choose in high school. You look what you have been liking till date, how others have been faring in them, how is the market going on! And you always make a better decision by thinking about the future changes possible.
One good example would be - my friend decided not to marry someone because he resembled another fellow she had a bad affair with. Too much risk if you think about the future before taking this decision! Trichologists would benefit due to your hair loss.
"The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.”
I believe a good balance of reasonable and unreasonable approach is required for a good life.
As some unreasonable fellow once said - "Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form." (This lst sentence is from Karl Marx!)
Hope my friends have a look at this. Sometimes I am labelled as unreasonable. I respond, Thank God it is 'sometimes'!! Being reasonable or unreasonable is a relative term depending upon the depth upto which you can look in the absence of any logical situation. This in turn depends on the amount of experience we have and the amount of imagination that works in our heads (assuming we are using head for thinking purpose!).
Do we realize that most decisions in life are based on past experiences? If we are counting how many of our thoughts are new every day, we can easily end up with a small number. Almost all our decisions are based on past data. And almost all the history-making-decisions are based on pro-active thought, over-looking past-data-conclusions.
If we can forget for the moment that we are in a timeline with a non-negative axis, it becomes easy for us to go to the future and in our minds, see the results of what we are upto.
This applies to all kinds of decisions that we make in life. Let us take few minor examples and some major ones. Say whether it is going to rain today - this answer can be given by seeing what kind of weather is prevailing since morning, since past few days, past few months etc. (And this does not consider rain caused due to vapor-condensation from volcanic eruption! Or the water tank above your roof bursting on its own!) And an example of a major decision is - say, someone wants to decide which subjects to choose in high school. You look what you have been liking till date, how others have been faring in them, how is the market going on! And you always make a better decision by thinking about the future changes possible.
One good example would be - my friend decided not to marry someone because he resembled another fellow she had a bad affair with. Too much risk if you think about the future before taking this decision! Trichologists would benefit due to your hair loss.
"The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.”
I believe a good balance of reasonable and unreasonable approach is required for a good life.
As some unreasonable fellow once said - "Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form." (This lst sentence is from Karl Marx!)
Bure Bure Translation..
There was a day when I was in love with you
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
Don't come near me
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
Don't come near me
my heart does not want you
I don't want to see you anymore
Go away, my heart is elsewhere
I don't want to see you anymore
I don't want to see you anymore
Go away, my heart is elsewhere
I don't want to see you anymore
HINDI: I'm the one so bad, a devil, keep yourself away from me
I'm the bad one, [yet you] devil, little by little you decieved me
There was a day when I was in love with you
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
my heart does not want you anymore
I'm the bad one, [yet you] devil, little by little you decieved me
There was a day when I was in love with you
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
my heart does not want you anymore
There was a day when I was in love with you
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
Don't come near me
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
Don't come near me
HINDI: I'm the one so bad, a devil, keep yourself away from me
I'm the bad one, [yet you] devil, little by little you decieved me
There was a day when I was in love with you
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
my heart does not want you anymore
I'm the bad one, [yet you] devil, little by little you decieved me
There was a day when I was in love with you
With you I was very happy
But you were very naughty
my heart does not want you anymore
my heart does not want you
I don't want to see you anymore
I don't want to see you anymore
Bure Bure...
Roozi bood aasheqat boodam
Az daste to kheyli raazi boodam
Ammaa to ba'd sheytooni kardi
Nazdike man nayaa to
(Boro, boro, delam toraa, toraa namikhaahad
Digar, digar, namikhaaham bebinamat) - 2
(Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara bachna re hamse
Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara thagna re hamse) - 2
Az daste to kheyli raazi boodam
Ammaa to ba'd sheytooni kardi
Nazdike man nayaa to
(Boro, boro, delam toraa, toraa namikhaahad
Digar, digar, namikhaaham bebinamat) - 2
(Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara bachna re hamse
Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara thagna re hamse) - 2
Roozi bood aasheqat boodam
Az daste to kheyli raazi boodam
Ammaa to ba'd sheytooni kardi
Dele man toraa digar namikhaahad
Roozi bood aasheqat boodam
Az daste to kheyli raazi boodam
Ammaa to ba'd sheytooni kardi
Nazdike man nayaa to
(Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara bachna re hamse
Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara thagna re hamse) - 2
Az daste to kheyli raazi boodam
Ammaa to ba'd sheytooni kardi
Dele man toraa digar namikhaahad
Roozi bood aasheqat boodam
Az daste to kheyli raazi boodam
Ammaa to ba'd sheytooni kardi
Nazdike man nayaa to
(Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara bachna re hamse
Bure bure ham ham ham shaitaan zara zara thagna re hamse) - 2
(Boro, boro, delam toraa, toraa namikhaahad
Digar, digar, namikhaaham bebinamat) - 3
Digar, digar, namikhaaham bebinamat) - 3
T-e-a b\r\e\a\k\!!!!
Tea - B/R/E/A/K!?!
I am not sure of the reason why but I have observed this a lot many times - I forget to drink the tea I have brought to my desk. It is my general style to hang around with friends near the numerous pantry-areas in my office. But once in a while, I decide to walk with the coffee or tea to my desk. And after almost an hour or so of doing that, I realize that there is an unutilized cup of the beverage on my desk, at almost the same temperature that the air-conditioned environment allows it to be at.
In fact, many of the times I have been reminded by the housekeeping guys/girls that my cup is full and untouched. I look around, and give a sympathetic glance at the cup, before smilingly thanking him/her for taking it away.
Now-a-days, I make it a point to move away from my desk to have a b/r/e/a/k!!!! :)
January 24, 2008
Control?
loose control! {2}
one more time!
loose loose loose control!
loose control! {2}
I am a rebel! {2}
one more time!
loose loose loose control!
loose control! {2}
I am a rebel! {2}
naa koyi padhne wala. naa koyi seekhne wala {2}
apni tho patshala masti ki patshala {2}
apni tho patshala masti ki patshala {2}
loose control !
chehre ki kitabe hai
hum vo padhne aathe hai
ye surat teri, meri
mobile library
hum vo padhne aathe hai
ye surat teri, meri
mobile library
yaron ki equation hai
love multiplication hai
jisne dil kul jeeta hai
woh alpha hi theeta hai {3}
love multiplication hai
jisne dil kul jeeta hai
woh alpha hi theeta hai {3}
Loose control {2}
one more time
loose loose loose control
I am a rebel!
one more time
loose loose loose control
I am a rebel!
thaldee ho kar girne se
samjhee hamne gravity
ishq ka practical kiya
thab payi killarity (clarity)
samjhee hamne gravity
ishq ka practical kiya
thab payi killarity (clarity)
naa koyi padhne wala
naa koyi seekhne wala
naa koyi seekhne wala
naata yei sannata hai
dekho lamboo shor hai
har dil mei gud gud kartha
H2SO4 hai
dekho lamboo shor hai
har dil mei gud gud kartha
H2SO4 hai
naa koyi padhne wala
naa koyi seekhne wala
apni tho patshala masti ki patshala {2}
naa koyi seekhne wala
apni tho patshala masti ki patshala {2}
apni tho patshala masti ki patshala {2}
I am a rebel!
Loose control!
Loose control!
Simply complicated..
What you say, what you listen, what you give and what you take while interacting with someone matters little in comparison to what you made the other person feel. The feelings remain in the subconscious for ever. They do not try to remember it but it goes into the head and stays in the heart. You meet the person after many days/ months/years and you will be welcomed with the same warmth/coldness that was given to the person.
Exceptions for this are people who are complicated in their thoughts, such as people who do politics for existing opportunities. It takes a lot of effort to overcome these thoughts when you are dealing with such people. You do not know whether the response you are getting are true or premeditated. Like an old hindi song - koi samajh na paye, kya rog sataye!
Simplicity in communication is an art. And when you are close to someone, the communication does not need much means, yet remains simple.
I believe to continue to be predictable in my simplicity. I am sure I am not a simple person and a lot of thoughts keep going in my head before the thoughts become actions. The actions should be simple to at least a few people around me.
:-)
Busy Bee? Busy Dog?
It has been a very very tough week. I got fever since last afternoon but I still have to be in office today. Let us see till when this sequence continues. I plan to take an off tomorrow.
I keep getting simulink models in my dreams. Sleep is not good. Was designing timer blocks in my sleep! I hope this weekend allows me to sleep more before I collapse physically.
I could not talk to people last night. I do not know what they would have thought. But I was not in a position to talk. If I did, I would have been scolded for working more and not taking care of myself. ;-)
Dreams are only thoughts you didn't have time to think about during the day.
I keep getting simulink models in my dreams. Sleep is not good. Was designing timer blocks in my sleep! I hope this weekend allows me to sleep more before I collapse physically.
I could not talk to people last night. I do not know what they would have thought. But I was not in a position to talk. If I did, I would have been scolded for working more and not taking care of myself. ;-)
Dreams are only thoughts you didn't have time to think about during the day.
Yeh Raat...
Well, the lyrics seem timeless...
--MALE--
(Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara) - 2
--FEMALE--
(Aah, aah)
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--MALE--
Ithlaati hawa, neelam sa gagan
Kaliyon pe yeh behoshi ki nami
Aise mein bhi kyoon bechain hai dil
Jeevan mein na jaane kya hai kami
--FEMALE--
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--MALE--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--FEMALE--
Jo din ke ujaale ne na mila
Dil dhoonde aise sapne ko
Is raat ki jagmag mein doobi
Main dhoond rahi hoon apne ko
--MALE--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--FEMALE--
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--MALE--
Aise mein kahin kya koi nahin
Bhoole se jo humko yaad kare
--FEMALE--
Ek halki si muskaan pe jo
Sapnon ka jahan aabaad kare
--MALE--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--FEMALE--
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--BOTH--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--MALE--
(Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara) - 2
--FEMALE--
(Aah, aah)
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--MALE--
Ithlaati hawa, neelam sa gagan
Kaliyon pe yeh behoshi ki nami
Aise mein bhi kyoon bechain hai dil
Jeevan mein na jaane kya hai kami
--FEMALE--
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--MALE--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--FEMALE--
Jo din ke ujaale ne na mila
Dil dhoonde aise sapne ko
Is raat ki jagmag mein doobi
Main dhoond rahi hoon apne ko
--MALE--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--FEMALE--
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--MALE--
Aise mein kahin kya koi nahin
Bhoole se jo humko yaad kare
--FEMALE--
Ek halki si muskaan pe jo
Sapnon ka jahan aabaad kare
--MALE--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
--FEMALE--
Kyoon aag si lagaake gumsum hai chaandni
Sone bhi nahin deta mausam ka yeh ishaara
--BOTH--
Yeh raat bheegi bheegi, yeh mast fizaayein
Utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara
Smile...
Just saw in one of my folders - perhaps from an email fwd:
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it. Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.
Smile!!!!
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it. Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.
Smile!!!!
January 23, 2008
Awaarapan...
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Har Dam Har Pal Bechaini Hai
Kaun Bhala Hai Seene Mein
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Har Dam Har Pal Bechaini Hai
Kaun Bhala Hai Seene Mein
Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj
Roz Savere Ugta Hai
Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj
Roz Savere Ugta Hai
Apne Liye To Thik Usi Pal
Roz Dhala Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Roz Savere Ugta Hai
Is Dharti Par Jis Pal Suraj
Roz Savere Ugta Hai
Apne Liye To Thik Usi Pal
Roz Dhala Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Jaane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai
Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari
Jane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai
Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari
Ho Na Ho Us Par Kahin Koi
Khwaab Jala Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari
Jane Yeh Kaisi Aag Lagi Hai
Is Mein Dhua Na Chingari
Ho Na Ho Us Par Kahin Koi
Khwaab Jala Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj
Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta
Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj
Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta
Ishq Ki Aise Raha Guzar Ko
Hum Ne Chuna Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta
Jis Raste Par Tapta Suraj
Sari Raat Nahi Dhalta
Ishq Ki Aise Raha Guzar Ko
Hum Ne Chuna Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin
Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona
Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin
Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona
Thoda Sa Dil Mera Bura Hai
Thoda Bhala Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona
Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin
Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona
Thoda Sa Dil Mera Bura Hai
Thoda Bhala Hai Seene Mein
Awaarapaan Banjarapaan
Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein
January 22, 2008
geetanjali..
sent by a friend just now by email.. some thoughts from Geetanjali by Rabindranath..When I go from here hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed --- let this be my parting word.
In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.
My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch;
and if the end comes here, let it come --- let this be my parting word.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed --- let this be my parting word.
In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.
My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch;
and if the end comes here, let it come --- let this be my parting word.
I feel this..
[This ia Kannada. The singer is Sonu Nigam. Awesome Music.]
Anisutide Yaako Indu, Neene Ne Nannavalendu
Mayada Lokadinda, Nanagaage Bandavalendu
Aaha Yenta Madhura Yaatane
Kollu Hudugi Omme Naana, Haage Summane || Anisutide Yaako Indu
Mayada Lokadinda, Nanagaage Bandavalendu
Aaha Yenta Madhura Yaatane
Kollu Hudugi Omme Naana, Haage Summane || Anisutide Yaako Indu
Suriyuva Sooneyu Sooside Ninnade Parimala
Innyara Kanasalu Neenu Hoodare Talamala
Poorna Chandira Rajaa Haakida Ninnaya Mogavanu Kanda Kshana
Naa Khaidi Neene Seremane
Tappi Nanna Appiko Omme Haage Summane || Anisutide Yaako Indu
Innyara Kanasalu Neenu Hoodare Talamala
Poorna Chandira Rajaa Haakida Ninnaya Mogavanu Kanda Kshana
Naa Khaidi Neene Seremane
Tappi Nanna Appiko Omme Haage Summane || Anisutide Yaako Indu
Tutigala Hoovali Aagada Matina Sihi Ide
Manasina Putadali Kevala Ninnade Sahi Ide
Haneyali Bareyada Nenna Hesara Hrudayadali Naane Koradiruve
Ninagunte Idara Kalpane
Nanna Hesara Kooge Omme, Haage Summane
Manasina Putadali Kevala Ninnade Sahi Ide
Haneyali Bareyada Nenna Hesara Hrudayadali Naane Koradiruve
Ninagunte Idara Kalpane
Nanna Hesara Kooge Omme, Haage Summane
Anisutide Yaako Indu, Neene Ne Nannavalendu
Mayada Lokadinda, Nanagaage Bandavalendu
Aaha Yenta Madhura Yaatane
Kollu Hudugi Omme Naana, Haage Summane
Anisutide Yaako Indu
Mayada Lokadinda, Nanagaage Bandavalendu
Aaha Yenta Madhura Yaatane
Kollu Hudugi Omme Naana, Haage Summane
Anisutide Yaako Indu
Maa...
Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa
Bheed Mein Yun Na Chodo Mujhe
Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Bhej Na Itna Door Mujkko Tu
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maa
Kya Itna Bura Meri Maa
Jab Bhi Kabhi Papa Mujhe
Jo Zor Se Jhoola Jhulate Hain Maa
Meri Nazar Dhoondhe Tujhe
Sochu Yahi Tu Aa Ke Thaamegi Maa
Unse Main Yeh Kehta Nahin
Par Main Seham Jaata Hoon Maa
Chehre Pe Aana Deta Nahin
Dil Hi Dil Mein Ghabraata Hoon Maa
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Hai Naa Maa
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Meri Maa
Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa
She called..
I missed three calls from my mom. Was in a meeting initially and then was driving. When I called her back, it was beyond her sleeping time. Couldn't speak much.
I wish to take deliberate steps to improve upon this. I am convinced since years of the priority of the family with regard to office. And I have been advising many to make a difference in their lives by listening to the few elderly persons in their family, however uncomfortable they feel initially.
Once I read about Osho (I hope it was him) saying - The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself. ~Joyce Maynard
January 21, 2008
Be with me...
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Ho chaandni jab tak raat deta hai har koi saath
Tum magar andheron mein na chhodna mera haath
Ho chaandni jab tak raat deta hai har koi saath
Tum magar andheron mein na chhodna mera haath
Tum magar andheron mein na chhodna mera haath
Ho chaandni jab tak raat deta hai har koi saath
Tum magar andheron mein na chhodna mera haath
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Wafadaari ki vo rasmein nibhayenge hum tum kasmein
Ek bhi saans zindagi ki jab tak ho apne bas mein
Wafadaari ki vo rasmein nibhayenge hum tum kasmein
Ek bhi saans zindagi ki jab tak ho apne bas mein
Ek bhi saans zindagi ki jab tak ho apne bas mein
Wafadaari ki vo rasmein nibhayenge hum tum kasmein
Ek bhi saans zindagi ki jab tak ho apne bas mein
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Dil ko mere hua yakeen hum pehle bhi mile kahin
Silsila ye sadiyon ka koi aaj ki baat nahin
Dil ko mere hua yakeen hum pehle bhi mile kahin
Silsila ye sadiyon ka koi aaj ki baat nahin
Silsila ye sadiyon ka koi aaj ki baat nahin
Dil ko mere hua yakeen hum pehle bhi mile kahin
Silsila ye sadiyon ka koi aaj ki baat nahin
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Jab koi baat bigad jaaye jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Na koi hai na koi tha zindage mein tumhaare siva
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
Tum dena saath mera o humnawaaz
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