lamhe

jin raaston par chale the unhi ne la khada kiya hai chaurahe par
zindagi ke har mod par socha na tha itna
jitna ab sochte hain aaj is chaurahe par

bhool kar sab kuch badh gaye the jin raaston par
yaad aaj aa gaya hai sab kuch


kheech kar laye the hum apne aap ko
waqt ne aaj phir kheech peeche kar diya

soch mein baitha hai man ki kya kiya humne
ye bata paana hai mushkil zindagi ke is chaurahe par


jab bhi hosh mein nahin the tab tab tha koi dost
aaj to hoshwalon ko khabar nahin reh gaye kahan woh dost


main nahin kehta ye puri duniya kehti hai
bada mushkil hai is chaurahe se rasta dhundna

kabhi kabhi lagta hai waqt ka sab khel hai
par us waqt ne hi sikhaya in raaston par chalna

jab nahin sochte the zindagi ki gehraiyyon ko
aaj majboor ho gaye hain dubne ko unhi gehraiyyon mein

lamhon ka ek silsila sa banta gaya
aaj unhi lamhon ko yaad kar rahe hain

aur jab yaad karte hain un lamhon ko
ek aur silsila khud ba khud banta ja raha

chanchal man

ik baat ko lekar baitha hai man
bin soche samjhe gaata ye man

kahan badha ja raha musafir bole ye man
phir aayega laut wapis pal pal bole ye man

door kisi tanhai mein baitha hai ye pagal man
bas madira ki aas mein baitha hai ye pagal man

dhund(fog) mein kho gaya hai  dhoond pana hai mushkil
tap tap karti boondon mein bheeg utha hai ye pagal man

jab jab roke ye man tab tab na ruke ye man
koi samajh na paya ki kisko pal pal dhunde ye man

paristhitiyon ki aag mein jal jal ke jhulas utha ye man
kismat ki thand se kaanp kaanp kar thithur utha ye man

badal ki unchaiyon ko dekh vichlit ho utha ye man
dharti ki gond mein sone ko aatur hai ye man

raat ke sannate ko sunta hai ye man
din ke shor mein dar jaata hai ye man

dekh is duniya ko dukhi ho uthta ye man
phir dekh usi duniya ko khush ho uthta ye man
kaisa hai ye pagal man..
kaisa hai ye pagal man...

pubs and pubs and more pubs

just got only one thing in mind to talk about the silicon valley of India, Bangalore. The growth of IT companies in this city can be compared to the growth of pubs in this city. as soon as you leave the cosy comforts of your house and move past various crosses in this city you will certainly find another cosy place with great music in store along with things that levitate the "spirits". visiting these holy places of Bangalore will certainly take you closer to god and make you realise that heaven does exist on earth and that too in every nooks and corner of this holy place. and believe me that the weekends bring in devotees in huge numbers to participate in the holy activities. this place has great influence on atheist, who after seeing such devotion of people to the sacred places can't stop himself turning into a beleiver. well just hoping this devotion continues to grow as much as it can so that the city will look like a big holy place.

Society

It's a mystery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed

You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

Awesomeness

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answered it ... Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all; all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ... He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man…. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.

procrastination at its zenith

why should i do it and if i do it will it be of any use? leave aside doing it today there's lot of time and why not do it tomorrow. someone has rightly said," You may delay, but time will not". i may not be sure of anything else but one thing is for certain that i have evolved as a great procrastinator in the last few years . the situation has exacerbated and has begun to affect my day to day life. there is not a single day that goes by without delaying things. nothing seems to rejuvenate me and bring back myself to non procrastinating state. so leaving myself to the very same state and ending with the words of don marquis who said,"Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday"

the road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost