Monday, December 15, 2008

here and there

  • Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.
  • We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly
  • You cannot find true love Where it does not truly exist And you cannot hide it where it truly does - The movie ...."kissing a fool"
  • Will you love me for the rest of my life? No, I'll love you for the rest of mine. - From the movie Phenomenon
  • I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. - Ten Things I Hate About You
  • "Don't forget. I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy...asking him to love her." - Notting Hill
  • And think not you can guide the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, shall guide your course.
  • "The only wrong thing would be to deny what your heart truly feels" - THE MASK OF ZORRO
  • "When you realise You want to spend The rest of your life with somebody, You want the rest of your life To start as soon as possible". - When Harry Met Sally

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

a poem by Gurudev!

When I Asked God for Strength
He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face

When I Asked God for Brain & Brown
He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve

When I Asked God for Happiness
He Showed Me Some Unhappy People

When I Asked God for Wealth
He Showed Me How to Work Hard

When I Asked God for Favors
He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard

When I Asked God for Peace
He Showed Me How to Help Others

God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted
He Gave Me Everything I Needed


- Swami Vivekananda

Monday, December 8, 2008

The needed fire

He was looking for something
He wound up seeing everything

They say, all that glitters is not gold. But I think gold can take time to glitter maybe. It will glitter.

The Guru tells them everything, the Prophet could foresee it all, the best words of wisdom given out, and the congregation was pleased. The world didn't bother much.

Then some smoke, some wails, bodies being exhumed from beneath the rubble, shattered lives. The jihadis planted a bomb, did it in the name of God. The Gurus and Prophets still hold these sessions of "finding the Almighty". The congregation is unmoved. The world still doesn't care.

You don't feel the heat of it,you don't realize the impact, you just don't know. Because it didn't touch you. It was yet another "breaking news" for you.
But to those who faced the trauma, the tears don't dry up easily, the dead don't come back, the horror refuses to leave your mind, the ashes don't just blow away.

Let it happen. Let a new fire wake up from these ashes. Let it burn with all it's might. This fire is much needed. This fire is called for.

Let it save my country. Let it now heal the world.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Layla

Full near I came unto where dwelleth
Layla, when I heard her call.
That voice, would I might ever hear it!
She favored me, and drew me to her,
Took me in, into her precinct,
With discourse intimate addressed me.
She sat me by her, then came closer,
Raised the cloak that hid her from me,
Made me marvel to distraction,
Bewildered me with all her beauty.
She took me and amazed me,
And hid me in her inmost self,
Until I thought that she was I,
And my life she took as ransom.
She changed me and transfigured me,
And marked me with her special sign,
Pressed me to her, put me from her,
Named me as she is named.
Having slain and crumbled me,
She steeped the fragments in her blood.
Then, after my death, she raised me:
My star shines in her firmament.
Where is my life, and where my body,
Where my willful soul? From her
The truth of these shone out to me
Secrets that had been hidden from me.
Mine eyes have never seen but her:
To naught else can they testify.
All meanings in her are comprised.
Glory be to her Creator!
Thou that beauty wouldst describe,
Here is something of her brightness
Take it from me. It is my art.
Think it not idle vanity.
My Heart lied not when it divulged
The secret of my meeting her.
If nearness unto her effaceth,
I still subsist in her substance.

Ahmad al-Alawi

Timeline (1869 - 1934)


Abu-Said Abil-Kheir

My Beloved, don't be heartless with me.
Your Presence is my only cure.
How can I be left with neither a heart, nor my Beloved?
Either return my heart, or do not deny me
Your Presence.

Omar Khayyam

There was a Door to which I found no Key:
There was a Veil through which I could not see:
Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee
There seemed -- and then no more of Thee and Me.

motto to which Roald Dahl lived

" My candle burns at both end
It may not last the night
But ah! my foes and oh! my friends
It gives a wonderful light"

Sunday, November 2, 2008

ooooohhhhh Adams Sir! what lyrics!

To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings - when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
Ya know ya really love a woman

When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
- really really ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
Let her hold you -
til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
Ya know ya really love a woman


When you love a woman
you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really -
really really ever loved a woman?

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
Ya really gotta love your woman...

And when you find yourself liying helpless in her arms
you know you really love a woman

When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
- really really ever loved a woman?

just tell me have you ever reall -
really really ever loved a woman

ohh
just tell me have you ever reall -
really really ever loved a woman

Saturday, November 1, 2008

From Brayan Adams, to me to you :)

Rescue me from the mire
Whisper words of desire
Rescue me - darling rescue me
With your arms open wide
Want you here by my side
Come to me - darling rescue me
When this worlds closing in
Theres no need to pretend
Set me free - darling rescue me

I dont wanna let you go
So Im standing in your way
I never needed anyone like Im needin you today

Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words

Rescue me from despair
Tell me you will be there
Rescue me - darlin rescue me

Every dream that we share
Every cross that we bear
Come to me - darlin rescue me

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The GRANDEST Dad

He is no more in pain.
He is no more suffering.
He is no more crying.
He is no more in distress.
He is no more……….
We knew it.
He was to go.
We all have to leave.
That’s the biggest truth .. they say
Then why are we scared of it?
Are we afraid of the void?
Are we scared of missing?
Missing the snug, warm presence?
The comforting smell of clove?
The magnifying glasses he wore, fancied by all kids of the clan?
The endless poems he could recite?
Or The stories?
Stories that we had learnt by heart
But they would come to life anew
Every time he would narrate.

I might forget the poems.
The stories might escape my memory.
Nobody has to bother anymore, if his evening tea was black and strong enough.
Years later I might have to struggle to recall his voice.
His wrinkled face might fade away slowly.

I’ll miss Bappai still.
He was my precious!
He, I will never loose
He’s a part of my existence
He will remain.

Long live, he sure will.
Forever. Right in my heart.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Main tainu phir milan gi

I will meet you yet again
How and where? I know not.
Perhaps I will become a
figment of your imagination
and maybe, spreading myself
in a mysterious line
on your canvas,
I will keep gazing at you.

Perhaps I will become a ray
of sunshine, to be
embraced by your colours.
I will paint myself on your canvas
I know not how and where –
but I will meet you for sure.

Maybe I will turn into a spring,
and rub the foaming
drops of water on your body,
and rest my coolness on
your burning chest.
I know nothing else
but that this life
will walk along with me.

When the body perishes,
all perishes;
but the threads of memory
are woven with enduring specks.
I will pick these particles,
weave the threads,
and I will meet you yet again.

-Amrita Pritam.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

by Pablo Neruda

I love you like the flower-less plant carrying inside itself the light of those flowers,and, graced by your love, a fierce perfume risen from earth, is alive, concealed in my flesh.
I love you without knowing how, whence, when.
I love you truly, without doubts, without pride, I love you so, and know, no other way to love.

"Invictus" don't know by whom

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged the punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

A needed chaos?

Life was a mystery.......and then I found Google!

So it all began with me staring out of the window, all bored, aimless, with a blank mind........... before a crucial exam. My eyes then were not quite searching for anything specific, but it spotted a cow. So actually it all began with this ruminating cow.
It seemed to me initially that this guy was at complete peace with whatever it was chewing, it didn’t care about anything under the sun, totally cool it was.
And then it happened.
It got me thinking!
I thought, that does this cow ever wonder about its’ mission on earth? Does it ever wonder if it was sent to accomplish some task? Any purpose of existence? And what about competition? Does it have to fight it out? As I was thinking this, that cow looked at me,(still chewing) and rolled its’ eyes away! Such attitude? For what? Dude u got flies sitting on u, under the scorching sun! For some one in such a condition, u have some attitude!
And then it occurred to me that even cows know that such stupid questions should be left to these two-legged creatures, who seem excellent at coming up with unimportant questions. But they got better things to do! They just do their job, whatever, they don’t waste time forming crazy questions and then complain about life being a mystery. They are so cool!
But then for me, its’ not that easy. Can’t sit around chewing all the time, wagging a tail (I don’t even have one, though my sister is convinced I do).
I got a serious thing to do. Win a nobel prize . Any category (I’m that desperate. If they choose to ignore my past record, then I might make it to the peace list too).

Digressing?
do we have a topic at all?
Does this entire world hold onto a topic?
Are we supposed to make sense?

wonder................
Not me. stopped thinking.
need to do things now.
the much awaited and much needed ones.
The destiny is to be met.
The dreams are to be lived.