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Time flies

Growing up has always been a part of our life but unfortunately we never consciously get to know “that” fact. Its only when you spent some quiet time alone, you realize that something has changed. One more interesting thing about growing up is that you never grow uniformly. And this uneven growth is what defines our personalities.

Its been more than 6 years now I have been writing and maintaining this blog. When I started, I could never imagine that it will survive for six long years. In all these years, the blog has not really kept pace with my time. Sometimes it went ahead and sometimes languished behind, but it has always been a companion. In this process, the blog has been through many changes in its avatars and even saw one name change. It all happened.

There was a time when I used to post twice or thrice or even more in a month and there came a time when I dint posted anything for almost months together. But silently, quietly it has always been there, observing and witnessing this growing up. People came and went, things happened, life happened, and this blog saw everything unfolding. It also saw the birth of two new blogs, one that is personal diary and other, nirvanatrails about the new hobby/interest, photography.

It has given me an opportunity to know many people, which I may not have known in its absence and which contributed to the growth as I mentioned earlier. Directly or indirectly it became the reason for/behind many things. It introduced me to writing. It taught me to express myself in a better way which was true blessing for introvert like me.

Here’s hoping to continue this journey, for times to come.

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Constant Evolution of Voided Existense

Do you know which is the most intriguing part of our existence? Its when some part of others still living inside us long after they have left us. It lives on in those oblivion part of ourself from where it can pop up anytime and gives us a big jolt, good enough to make us numb.

Constant evolution of this existence inside us over the years will make it more meaningful where one would be at peace with it and may be more comfortable to have them as silent companions for life in the form of memories. May be when things go wrong, when we dont have anyone to talk, when its difficult to find the way out and when life will be coming hard at us, we will have these memories to turn to. If not those people, their ‘some’ part would be still breathing inside us. And may be that will keep us going. Hopefully.

TIME on Sachin

Time Magazine on Sachin Tendulkar`s Journey.

“When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to “open” the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will.”

What a fitting tribute to the living legend. He is one of the reason why I feel proud to be Indian.


So far….

Lyfe – 1999 – bhuta – mummy – pratish – shailesh – bhumika – nagardas – cambridge – gujarati – english – ssc – commerce – tolani – confusion – friends – world – politics – kunal – sandy – reading – books – mihir – faisal – karan – goldflake – music – nishit – arvind – 2004 – beaches – compassion – pseudo – frozen-thoughts – internet – yahoo – cat – sapna – july – blogging – karma -nightmare – iipm -apurva – jignesh- money – mukund – knowledge- dipali -london – beautiful – lull – reena – mba – heartbreak – anger – random – madness – inertia – sadness – words – 2008 – icici – poonam- philosophy – feelings – learning – 2009 – unlearning – relearning – dharmi – kkps – orkut – kunjal – dhruti – dreams- regrets – mistakes – nirvana – wisdom – razr – 202 – andheri – india – ccd – u2 – markets- sensex- ideas – 11 – pinkfloyd – ethics – wowy – fridays – sagar-apts- business – frustation – greed – marriage – obsession – problems – pleasure – kutch

…. not in chronological order and in same intensity. “I”, “ME”, “MYSELF” is sum of these parts, so far…!!

25th November 2009

In search of answer…

मुजमे एक आवाझ है ऐसि,
सांसे बेखबर, खबर रुह (soul) को जिस्की.

भीद मे इस तन्हाइ के सबब (reason) क्या है?

बूंदो कि इस प्यास के अतित (history) क्या है?

अतुट है जब पर्छाइ (shadow) तो रात के अंदाझ क्या है?

झिंदगि है जुआ (gambling) तो हार के मलाल (regret) क्या है?

Unknown day of July..

Unknown day of July, the sun was trying to settle down somewhere in the west of the city of Mumbai, it always settles amidst that filthy looking concrete jungle, leaving rest of the work for dusk to complete.

The corner table of the Café Coffee Day popularly known as CCD was occupied by them….

He: Are you sure?
She: Yes, are you?
He: It doesn’t matter..
She: It does..
He: When you are not in a position to exercise your will it doesn’t matter what you feel.
She: That’s true but I think it’s high time we end this chapter now.
He: How can you end something which never started, we were in fools paradise.
She: Sometimes it’s great to be in fools paradise and enjoy lyfe which otherwise you can’t being among worldly wise of this society.
He: That’s good way to look at it.
She: I always told you to change the way you look at lyfe.
He: But I never did.
She: But I am sure you will.
He: Now that’s being too optimistic
She: I am
He: I will try
She: Good for you
He: may be, anyways its dusk, time to part ways.
She: Oh yes, otherwise you wont get an auto back home.
He: What was that? PJ?
She: Well, something’s in lyfe cant change. J
He: Bye
She: Goodbye

Within seconds the chairs were empty and paid bill was lying on the table with unused cappuccino. Two shadows were walking on the same road in opposite direction under the street lights.

The dusk had turned into night.