Forgiveness

A tear rolled down, thoughts obscured
Reminiscence of the past, will the wounds cure?
Such is the wrath kismet bestowed
And you hear them intoning "let bygones be bygones"
For what will become of d soul you hurt
Will the pain be too much for the decrepit heart to hold up?
You entreat time to have mercy
For present today is not what you had forseen
You had trusted with time the pain would cease
That yesteryears wont sleuth your present with malice
That time would heal the deepest of wounds
That your lips might give in to smile as they should
That the tears will dry and heartbreaks replaced
The glumness the gloom that had usurped your face
But now as you lie, broken, frail
Waiting for the verdict of the sins you perpetrated
Wanting it all to be over nimbly and painfree

But more than anything else its "Forgiveness" that you seek!!

Anathema

In the darkness around, I grope for a face
In the rubbles dispersed, I try to retrace
The pinions make a noise, being hoary they fret
Whats gonna become of it all??, these are the thoughts that beset
A flash across and my eyes are pickled
In another flash the ruckus will be unbridled
I feign a sham, thgh ma stars are bleak
In a moment so decisive can i afford to be weak?
My heart flutters, i laugh at ma impuissance
I clamber to hold on with all d left conviction
Awaiting for aurora, after the eclipse
I wait for the anathema, for me to cease!!

Kirket: D Indian Way

My heart aches. The emotions that confront me aren’t alien but are willing. I feel lost, heart broken, betrayed, let down. These words might actually seem like a euphemism to my agony. And then again I know my hurt is warranted. I have every right to be mad and yell curses for tonight of all the nights; I wanted my belief to be salvaged and not bedraggled. India lost yet again another match and failed to deliver when they most needed to(story of their life…tell me about it). But the win was so desperately needed to clutch on the dwindling hope of millions that we still could win this tournament, that “yeh cup kahi nhi jayega”. But the world came crashing down the minute Yuvi gave away those 5runs in the last over, the moment we realized how bad Indian batting faired against the short balls those giants fusilladed on us, the moment that newbie Jadeja slogged on the crease as if he was Dravid part2 in becoming, the moment Yuvi got out and MSD came to bat instead of Yousuf and tons of such moments where we were once again let down by the dilatory Indian batting and how even scoring singles was looking no less a herculean task to them. But still many hearts refused to abandon hope, to forsake their warriors in the trying time and hoped for a miracle. Its funny how hopelessly can hope make us hope. They watched dolefully as their warriors lost the battle they so badly wanted them to win, to bring back to them what they thought was rightfully yours, the win, the glistening cup!!! On 14th (err..actually 15th¬ ) June 2009, Indian cricket team wrote another disappointing chapter in their cricket saga, the one that will take a valiant effort to be overshadowed.
Welcome to the despondent (beyond repair) heart of just ‘another’ cricket fan. I might not be manifested to call myself the most proficient “cricket buff” but I share with many across this nation, the brotherhood (or sisterhood or whatever) of ‘cricket hood’. The emotions the game is capable of begetting are phenomenal. Its power can unite the nation in a common wave of hysteria and frenzy, every pair of lips praying, chanting under their breath for their icon to do the miracle he is being deified for. The stats don’t really support the answering of his prayers though but that’s an altogether different ballgame. For time and again we have been let down by the team we have come to idolize but come another game and our idols are again glorified. The ‘Diva’ shines. He is all over the place, making it to headlines, giving candid interviews with an ease that would put to shame the best in the industry. His nonchalance is flummoxing. His every move a subject of pursuit for the ever eager reporters, his every save lauded and with every miss he is doggoned. A moment he is the savior and the next the nation is questioning his allegiance with the team and wondering if he is actually playing to win or has he sided with the ‘Devil’ himself. He is scrutinized for all he does. The delirium of the fans often shares border with insanity with a missed catch being termed as foul play on the part of the player and his house burnt down in one harebrained moment. Well such are the rules of game, and don’t we ‘love to hate it’ and ‘hate to love it’. We Indians are always their to cheer the team we root for so passionately but we wont miss a chance to kick their butts the moment their falter. We curse the Dhonis and the Jadejas for their lackadaisical performance. But then the compassionate heart of a cricket buff is quick to forgive and give it warriors another chance to get it right and so goes the vicious circle, of heart break followed by reckless burning of effigies, of smiles followed by triumphant celebrations.
Our love for the game is deep and passionate. Our love for the game is fickle and superficial. Which is it? Do Indians really love cricket? It is futile to generalise about an entire country – each individual has his own relationship with the game – but certain patterns of love and longing for cricket run through the country. And outside it. Non-resident Indians around the world pine for cricket as if their lover is an ocean away, and go to insane lengths to stay in touch. Cricket is often termed a religion in this nation of crores that bind the Tatas and the Thelawalas, the mantri and his santri, the senile and the juvenile. Though Hockey is the national game of India, it lost its pre-eminence due to the emergence of Cricket. It’s an emotion that transcends all barriors and connects the heart…bole to direct ‘Dil Se’ and you really don’t a telecom company for that, trust me on that. Many regard this game as the one of ‘d commoner’ considering them too high-toned to as much as even glance at it and I can’t help but pity their souls for they will never realize the cacoethes this game brings with it. The EUPHORIA surpasses anything any soul could have witnessed before and brings with it is what the heart of a buff yearns for and thrives on as for them; nothing could taste sweeter than the victory, an Indian win. For the world it might be just a game, for us Indians it’s like an obsession. And many a times our mind wander in the oblivion, thinking, dreamin…Will this obsession change ever? Cricket is already competing with more and more alternatives for a potential fan’s time. What is called the shortest form of the game takes up half a day. Can cricket retain its following as the years go by? Will Indians still have time for the game ten years from now? Reason says it won’t. But what does love know of reason?

Fundaas of Indian-English

The Indian version of English has been on a growth trajectory that has led to the evolution of what is for all practical purposes, a language of its own. A hybrid form of English stalks the land, flaunting its illegitimacy, brashness and popularity. Its terrain is an overploughed one, its IQ dangling between the primary and the geeky, its memory garangutan and capable of summoning words from centuries past, its survival instinct similar to that of the chameleon, acclimating with the locales to pander the Indian tastes: Hinglish here, Tamglish there.

The country's fascination for the language has caught up over the years but if it has resulted in English usage getting more communicative is still a question that might get answered by" I can Talk in English, I can Walk in English" and god knows what else. In Delhi and Panjab receptionists always have a "massage" for you which most guys find hard to accept without a baleful smirk. SMSes can't find its existence without the usage of this cocktail of language. But its the newspapers cliches that keeps Indian-English growing, its vocab accretion phenomenal, squeezing out non-existent meanings, dragging in reluctant Hindi words to serve as the morning's laugh inducing headline. And I often wonder what a "Firang" makes out of this heading:"FM maange more!!". Such nuisances have Hindi as the backdrop but borrow heavily and frequently from English to buttress their language and also as a password in elite gatherings which many of us have witnessed with one mausa or distant kin from Jhumritaliya doing what ever it takes to prove their expertise over the language of "So-fis-tication" and ending up making a travesty out of it.

Bollywood again has contributed benevolently in extending the scope of the Indianized English. Spoofs of the language have found immense potential to tickle the funny bones of the viewers and in the end added new vocabularies which have easily segued into everyday usage, be it then Ajit's argot or famous one-liners like" Mera Bad Luck hi Kharaab hai" and so on.
Classifieds are written so fluently and captivatingly in broken English and Indian hearts are left chanting "Yeh Dil Maange More!! or the corny ICICI adline:'No chinta, sirf money'. Analyzing the roadside advertisements can turn a mundane ride into an awe-inspiring one with advertised services like ' Great care of all sarts of diseases without medicines...........If you are overcomed by jaadu, bhoot and/or palit' and quacks assuring solutions to all S** Problems and Boost to Great S** drive wid one medicine called 'Vigoura' with a 'shake well before use' instruction.:)

Websites like Shaadi.com and Bharatmatrimony.com are a haven for lonely hearts. The classified trying to win over women bring out the best in practitioners of Indian-English for they are burdened with not just of putting together a sentence-an arduous task for most of them- but they have to be humorous and romantic and hip to boot which leaves their lonely hearts quite flabbergasted. Here is how one lonely heart tried to seek a fe-male
Hello viewers, my name is Hardik, I am single and without a female. If any one want to marrie me u can visit to my home. I am not good education but I working all field in Bangalroe..if u like me u welcome to my heart.
All I pray is there's enough space there. Here is another one which I had to share coz it left me in a laughing fit...
I want one girl who love me or my mother. She love me heartly or she have a frank skin color 'normal' nor a black or whitey. I think the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful but I am not a handsome boy but my mom says that I am a good boy. My father already expired. I am 'Aeklauta'. The choice is your.
Now I am wondering if it yours' or your's? But using the wisdom of a man who wants a 'frank skin normal' colored lady, he decided to go for the safe third option that is to drop the possesive 's' and stick to your. At least he wouldn't lose a wife for a sake of anything but a misplaced apostrophe.

The English does not easily segue into the Hindi lines, as we see in the party number. But who cares? The English makes known the movie's ambition and the viewer in the front row gets to see a sexy number- cleavage,legs and all that. He doesnot complain. Why on earth shoud he? So when the lady sings 'Let's party tonight', none of them thinks that the movie is going to take a political turn and a new party is going to be launched to counter the Samajwadi party in UP.
Indian-English, for all our contempt, is set to unifying thread across the nation. In hoardings, in ads and movies, Indian-English is already, without doubt the accepted form. With its own bizarre grammar, spellings and vocabulary, Indian English has defeated the Queen's English in a centuries-long battle. The intrusion or acceptance of Hinglish is now nationalized mainly due to the assumption that the ipod generation prefers to 'cut the crap' and go straight to the heart in local lingo which is again a forensic topic.

Today

I cannot predict the future
nor can I change the Past
I have just my today
I must treat it as ma last
I must use the moment wisely
for soon it will pass away
And be lost to me forever
as part of yesterday

Seven things that scare you:

1. A lizard
2. Psychos on power trip
3. Goons with guns
4. People that have no brain just don’t know what they r missing
5. Hurting yourself then trying to do the same thing again without hurting yourself
6. Not having Chocolate
7. Not being scared at times

Seven things you like the most:

1. Chocolate
2. Mates when they aint bein cunts
3. Ma Laptop
4. Sketching/drawing
5. Traveling
6. Music couldn’t live without it
7. Internet

Seven important things in your room now:

1. Ma laptop
2. Ma Phone
3. Ma Cushy Bed
4. Ma Wall
5. Clothes:P
6. Toiletries;)
7. Floor, where you can see it

Seven random facts about you:

1. I’m a Dreamer
2. M a pet person
3. I’m gonna rock this world someday
4. Ma B-day is 12/09/87
5. M a gal...:)
6. M listening to "schotty doesn't know rght nw:P
7. M sleepy rght nw:)

Seven things you plan to do before you die:

1. Travel the world
2. Go into space
3. Not die/Kill Yamdoot
4. develop "MORPH"..nano rules:P
5. Live in a penthouse
6. Get backstage to a huge gig
7. Make a difference

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:

1. Eyes
2. Personality
3. Hair
4. Sense of humour/Wit
5. Individuality
6. Passion
7. Everything else

Seven things you say the most:

1. "Haan Kya"
2. "Ek Chaped Padegi"
3. "Whatever"
4. "Hao"
5. "Bakwaas Mat kar"
6. "Maar Khayega/Pit Jayega"
7. "Main Bahut cute sweet si ladki hoon:P”


Seven favorite drinks:

1. Golgappe ka Paani:)
2. Chocolate milkshake
3. Hot Coffee
4. Cold Coffee
5. Tang:P
6. Aam Rass
7. Nimbu Paani

Seven memorable kiddy shows you used to watch as a kid:

1. Tom and Jerry
2. Talespins
3. Duck Tales
4. Bewitched
5. Gummy Bears
6. Alladin
7. Tarang

yeh Dilli Hai mere Yaar!!!

"Kaun jaye Ghalib, Dilli ki galiyan chhor ke."

Mirza Ghalib

Delhi as an immortal city because for the more than a thousand years of its continuous existence, this city has witnessed changes as no other part in the world but has stayed put and moved ahead with survival and development. Delhi, the capital of India, a city which was destroyed seven times but rose from its ashes like a phoenix and emerged stronger every time.

The city is as full of surprises as a Pandora Box. One can never expect the obvious out of it. You may suddenly find a ruined arch many hundred years old beside a recently-built bungalow, or see the reflection of a high-rise in the waters of an ancient step well. We all have to discover Delhi for ourselves for the city has a unique way of presenting itself to each one. For a tourist or someone not familiar with the intricacies and delicacies the city has to offer, the city might be a just a mirage and he might need to dig in deep to get to its heart. The city exudes an aura that is unparalleled and its charm hard to resist. It is an image of prosperity, of power, of fusion of culture, an economic power and an epitome of success and growth. It is from here the country runs. Most of the major national decisions, issues, and their solutions find their origin here. Here live the most influential, powerful, and important people of the country. The culture diversity the city offers is overwhelming. It is here you find people from all walks of life, religion, caste coexisting. On first impressions, DELHI, with its jam-packed streets, tower blocks and temples, forts, mosques and colonial mansions, can be both disorienting and fascinating. It certainly takes a while to find one’s feet, as one attempts to weave a path through buses, trucks, nippy cars, mopeds, rickshaws, cows, bullock carts, hand-pulled trolleys and even the occasional elephant being ridden along with the flow of traffic. One will find unlikely juxtapositions are everywhere you look: suit-and-tie businessmen rub shoulders with traditionally dressed orthodox Hindus and Muslims; groups of young Delhi-wallahs pile into glitzy bars and discos while turbaned snake charmers tease hypnotizing moans out of curved pipes; pundits pontificate while sadhus smoke their chillums; and ragged beggars clutching dusty children plead for a little help towards a meal.

Delhi's daunting scale becomes more manageable as you start to appreciate that, geographically as well as historically, it consists of seven successive cities, with British-built New Delhi making an eighth. Home to a crore of people (ten million, that is), it's big and, due partly to a tremendous economic boom, it's growing, but tucked away inside its modern suburbs and developments you'll stumble across tombs, temples and ruins that date back centuries; in some cases, the remains of whole cities from the distant past sit happily amid homes and highways built in the last decade or two, if that. The result is a city full of fascinating nooks and crannies that you could happily spend weeks or even months exploring.

Delhi, this is my city. I have grown up here, received my lessons in life in this city. The city has taught me how to co-exist with my neighbours, with nature, the birds and the cows as we all jostle together for our spaces. The city has taught me to appreciate music, food, arts, and the smell of mud as it begins to rain. I see the ruins of century old buildings around me and I learn that even the great kings and empires crumble to dust and die never mind you and me. I thrive in the rich colours and traditions of this city, the city teaches me co-existence, it teaches me that there is enough space under the sky for us to live and let live. The city teaches me not to be possessive, it lets me go when I get too restless and I promptly come back to it all excited to tell her about places far and beyond. She then sits me down and tells me how centuries back someone had come to her from that far away land and tells me stories of great battles fought, stories of valor and courage, stories of deceit... Just when I thought that I knew all that was to be known about Delhi she opens another chapter of herself to me. It’s almost like when I was in Class Two, I thought I had mastered math by learning to add and subtract! Delhi teaches me to keep myself warm in winter and forces me to stay warm in summer in spite of my best efforts. In those hot summer months when I can't sleep because of the heat I just come out and stand on my balcony and throw up my hands and say I give up and Delhi replies with the monsoon. She deluges me in a torrent of water, washes the trees clean - and even the street dogs look clean and cared for.

In retrospect, Delhi has lost its virginity, and is losing the ‘Dil’ it was symbolic for. Delhi is an easy city to caricature – bleak, dirty, loud, and crowded. And it is certainly all that. But reality is simultaneously substantially more mundane, and textured. Its history is intriguing, but sadly almost entirely taken over by the Government, paan-stained to beyond death - the Indian equivalent of airbrushing. The hypocrisy is terrible - women in purdah one moment, sex with a grand daughter the next. A city bereft of culture; abused by its own people. As the seat of power for centuries, Delhi is a bitch, accommodating only those who are willing to pay the price she demands. Like a graceful nautch girl, she has - and history is witness - turned away those who failed to meet her demands. But still it is a city that carries the hopes and aspirations of people living in it, the location of deaths, marriages, jobs, cars, monuments, history, politics, money, and more. One can take respite, if so is needed, in the beauty of some of its monuments, sometimes in just its familiarity, in its 'traditions' and 'landmarks', even in its oppressive heat, food, conversation, and intimacy of friends and family, among other things.

It is right that dilli dil waloon ki hai but in the other sense it would be right that `abhi dilli door hai`

Who Moved my Parking SPACE???

The next World War won't be over the nuclear weapons or the who is the Big Daddy of the world or country borders or even as some environmentalists tend to admonish, over water. It should not be much of a storm if the next major global aggression will be over parking space.

A free parking space is nothing but a luxury only few get to savor in the recent times. The moment you take the car out of your home, phew..., you are welcomed into an alien space of rows of cars towing after one another, on the highway, in the side lane, by the mall, by the chat wala!! The most critical thing boggling a driver's mind these days ain't the traffic on the road or the reckless driving, its how the hell m gonna park ma drive machine and move about doing ma chores. And it just gets worse if u hail from a metro. The roads get slimmer than a model's waste line and the no. of cars driving on it increase at the rate the population of India grows. Its a mad mad world out there. The race for car parking supersedes the F1 with drivers zooming around in the dungy lanes just to find that perfect spot to park. People literally stalk near the parking lot on the by-passers and plunge like a starved tiger the moment they hear another car roar. Its the survival of the fastest in its utmost essence. But since Nanos continue to flood the market, strategies need to be put in place to control the road rage or rather parking rage- which, apparently is a world wide phenomenon now, transcending all borders. And this rage grows exponentially with the presence of cold blooded terrorist to be found on almost all rows, the Parking Attendant. Just when one pumps a fist in the air on his success at finding himself a spot to park, he emerges, almost magically from thin air and speaks with a almost chilly voice, " Dude!! You can't Mark Here". And the reasons for this harassment deepens its mystery with each such call and you may wonder forever..Why ME:(?? coz arguing with this terrorist ain't a option you have. The city one lives in seems to be flooded with "No parking" signs and it really makes one wonder " Is the earth really shrinking..?" With the widespread presence of these hoardings, the advertising potential they provide is unfathomable. It shouldn't be long before these signs are coupled with ad like "No Parking here. But do park in your money in our mutual funds". And who said creativity really needs make sense.:)

Here are some Dilbert one liners...


1. I say no to alcohol,
It just doesn't listen.

2. All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive, fattening or married to someone else.

3. Marriage is one of the chief causes of divorce.

4. Work is fine if it doesn't take too much of your time.

5. When everything comes in your way
You're in the wrong lane.

6. The light at the end of the tunnel may be an oncoming train..

7. Born free,
Taxed to death.

8. Everyone has a photographic memory,
Some just don't have film..

9. Life is unsure;
Always eat your dessert first.

10. Smile,
It makes people wonder what you are thinking.

11. If you keep your feet firmly on the ground,
You'll have trouble putting on your pants.

12. It's not hard to meet expenses,
They are everywhere.

13. I love being a writer...
What I can't stand is the paperwork.

14. A printer consists of 3 main parts: the case, the jammed paper tray and the blinking red light.

15. The guy who invented the first wheel was an idiot.
The guy who invented the other three, he was the genius.

16. The trouble with being punctual is that no one is there to appreciate it.

17. In a country of free speech,
Why are there phone bills?

18. If you cannot change your mind,
Are you sure you have one?

19. Beat the 5 O'clock rush,
Leave work at noon!

20. If you can't convince them,
Confuse them.

21. It's not the fall that kills you.
It's the sudden stop at the end.

22. I couldn't repair your brakes,
So, I made your horn louder!

23. Hot glass looks same as cold glass.

24. The cigarette does the smoking,
You are just the sucker.

25. Someday is not a day of the week.

26. Whenever I find the key to success,
Someone changes the lock.

27. To Err is human,
To forgive is not a company policy.

28. The road to success....
Is always under construction.

29. Alcohol doesn't solve any problems,
But, if you think again, neither does milk.

30. In order to get a loan,
You first need to prove that you don't need it.

31.If you're too lazy to start anything, you may get a reputation for patience.

32. I'm on a seafood diet. Every time I see food, I eat it.

33. I talk to myself because I like dealing with a better class of people.

34.Never try to drown your troubles... Especially if he can swim.

35. Don't be so open-minded your brains fall out.

36. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk I have a work station.

37. By the time a man realizes that his father was usually right, he has a son who thinks he's usually wrong.

38. Marriages are made in heaven. But so again, are thunder and lightning.

39.There are three sides to every argument: your side,my side and the right side.

40.An expert is someone who takes a subject you understand and makes it sound confusing.

41.When you're right, no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets.

42. Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.

43.They say hard work never killed anyone, but why take the chance.

For thoz of u whu dunt knw me.....gud enuf...u might nt b really familiar wid ma canine love...well...i m a proud owner of a lhasa apso.. n gawd..dnt i love her....shes the sweetest n d mst loveliest n d most beautiful(m shrt of adjectives) thing in d wrld...i mean if i cud...thn i wud...jst giv abt nethin 4her...coz evrytm i luk into her mystic eyes...i jst cnt help bt fall in love wid her agn...i knw m soundin lyk one love sick puppy maself...bt trust me...if u wer evr privileged enuf to have any of the pets arnd u..u wil knw..hw thr lil acts of innocence entrap u n u jst cnt get enuf of it..i remember whn i first set ma eyes on ma baby(i had dogs b4 tht too..bt thy wernt exclusively mine..had 2bloody share them wid ma cousins..bt this baby ws ol mine) ..she ws lyk jst ma hand big..n she ws soo soft n soo cute n evrythin abt her jst had cuteness stamped all over..n i jst cudnt help bt bask in her innocence..her totterin walk..her slurps...her tingling licks....gosh i jst cnt stp ravin abt her(ma frnds whu hav been the patient listeners of ma endless talks abt her wud tell u better:P)...shes jst d beshtest...i jst miss her a lot here....shes one thing i really look forward 2 whn i get bck home...n i knw...hw eagerly she awaits me..coz she cn smell me evn miles away...n i cn actually feel her happiness when she meets me...shes all jumpy n wagin her tail....mann...shes a doll...m jst soo much in love...shes ma baby...sum1 i really cherish 4m all ma heart.....n i jst sumhw..cn see her in all the animals arnd..be it a squirrel or a langoor...hehe...who said love cnt b blind...wel..at tymz...i find it pretty relaxin to jst get her in ma lap..n stroke her hair...n jst caress her...well...this one really gt me helples...wht cn i really doo??[:P]