Perhaps ....the wrong lane..

 

Sumtimes when i walk to home,

the lonely road jst drives me crazy,

is this the way i m on to,

or is this perhaps the wrong lane.

I turn and look around,

finding only darkness ahead,

no body to rescue me,

nd i m alone in the wrong lane.

Sumtimes but the same road,

seems to be a known one,

with known people nd smiles on way,

nd d lane seems right again.

I walk on a lonely road,

nd keep losing my ways always,

nd on finding a new road,

i think i m on a wrong lane.

Walking with you is so wonderful,

but walking alone takes my breathe away,

may b its not the lane,

its just you who make it worth walking.

Wen i m beneath your eyes!!!

                                                                                                                                                                           Its 17th Sep,09 nd before starting this article,I just wanna wish my Dad a very happy BIrthD@y....
May you get all the blessings of God!! nd i hope for ur well being...

 This article is dedicated to my Dad...

I was very small but i can still recall, i had tiny hands nd cute little legs nd it was very hard for me to walk..

evry time i thought of taking a small step and then run nd reach my father who was standing at the other end....nd in this entire trial to succeed my thrist to walk on my own ....i had alwaz fall down more badly than befor...nd evrytym i cried or rather say howled more vigorously nd more energitically...nd evry such situation was handled by my Dad so efficiently that my loud cries would turn into sweet smiles....He used to kick the ground which had hurt me so badly...nd say "isne maara mere beta ko...huhnn".....such sweet memories...the lovely days,i know they wont come back...but this is wat memories r for..to be cherised forevr...nd evr.

I was alwaz walking in the opposite direction and there He proved me to be a my guide...

He taught me how to stand on my own..to walk without falling,to calculate 2+2=4...nd to give me lods of homework in my vaccations (lik writing tables nd one page handwriting for hindi nd english for entire 60 days..dats till my 6th class)...nd my thousands way to escape these hard works...

Those hours wen he used to teach me were the deadly hours...coz i think i m still having that terror...yar aaj galti ki toh zaroor thappad padega.....nd perhaps dat fear has always forbidden me  from commiting any wrong deeds.

At times, there goes on the session of philosophy nd at tymes i have scolding hours too...yeh mat karo...tv mat dekho ,padai karo......nd...the lik...But ,ofcourse being the kind of person i m  , i vl alwaz get another twisted way to do things according to my whims nd fancies...


But,somewhere ,deep down in my heart ,   I know those small restrictions which at tymes seem to be lik hell of something, have made me the person i m...There are times wen there is no electricity and standing in the balcony ...observing the surroundings..we start with a topic..nd suddenly  the discussion becomes a monologue...as i go on talking for hours nd hours...nd finally he says,"ab chup bi ho jao"....nd then i realise...lagta hai zyada ho gya....lolz...

Their r also sessions wen v tease mom a lot...nd dats the best tym,....
Though v fite a lot whether it is our dining table...or for watching TV ...ya remote is the best thing we crave for,..but at the end of the day ...we know those small disagreements and those words of wisdom have endorsed a bettr human being out of me..
Thank you for fulfilling many of my desires nd a bigger thanx for not abiding by all wat i demand...its coz of dat i can now survive nd know wat actually are adjustments...

Your guidance ,your philosopy

sumtymes understood ,sumtymes not

with tymes dat forevr last,,

till the end of tym..

i may recall all wat u taught me

nd all wat i learned..

all wat i nvr believe to understand

and all that i could evr...

i owe a lot..

which is hard to return..

so all i can do is just to follow

all ur words..wid all my heart..

Wish u a very happy bday....

The Mighty Profession..

Today,while sitting idle i jst thought over and over...wat profession should be termed as the best of all..Being an engineer myself...i thought to conclude to the very essence of my field..But,the conditions which i m going through these days, just changed my whole perspective about jobs and their importance...

Life has given us so many options...so many gifts..so many problems and each problem with a new solution.

I know all fields have their own individuality and importance else how would so many new technologies would have been proposed.With the change in the world around has,we have overcome so many defects and problems which our previous generation has suffered from.Inspite of knowing all these facts,I perhaps think the best profession in this world is being a Doctor.I dont deny the fact that all professions are unique in their own way.

But,the miracles what a Doctor can do,perhaps,is done by none.

"Its giving a new life to not just an individual but to all those people attached to him/her".

I had realised this thing at a very early age.Though, i never like visiting a doctor.Whenevr i used to get severely ill and no other solution other than a Doctor was a way to get rid of the immense pain i was going through or someone close to me had been undergoing...Doctors seem to be like another ray of hope..another gesture of kindness...and another way to relive life.May be i m not crystal clear in what i really want to say,but its a fact that of all the miseries in this futile world,the greatest tragedy is to see your dearest and nearest ones in deep pain...Well, a human being is termed as a social animal,...but this social being has a heart which craves for the ones he loves the most...nd the one person who can heal them and get them nearer to a pain relief life is, in my personal opinion ,is the one who deserves a gratitude in one or the other..

Somewhere,somehow each one of us undergo situations which keep changing our perspective towards things.One of them is rite here,in the form of this article.

Its well said "God ,cant be evrywhere so, He made Mothers.But,today i say God cant heal evrybody,so He made Doctors".

Hats off to such a profession where selflessness becomes a qualification and affection becomes a trait.....

        This is one of the best poems by Harivansh Rai Bachan

 

 क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

 अंगणित उन्मादों के क्षण हैं,

 अंगणित अवसादों के क्षण हैं,

 रजनी की सूनी घडियों को किन-किन से आबाद करूं मैं! 
               क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

याद सुखों की आंसू लाती,

 दुख की, दिल भारी कर जाती,

 दोष किसे दूं जब अपने से अपनए दिन बर्बाद करूं मैं!

             क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

 दोनों करके पछताता हूं,

 सोच नहीं, पर मैं पाता हूं,

 सुधियों के बंधन से कैसे अपने को आज़ाद करूं मैं!

                  क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

   nd this is the enhanced version written by me...

 
  कोशिश कर के पछताता  हू ,

  छोड़ नहीं पर मैं पाता हू ,

   
 अपनी दुनिया का खुद भला कैसे मैं त्याग करू मैं  |

  क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

  
 यादों के अवशेष हैं यह भी ,

  मुझमे अब भी शेष हैं यह भी ,

  
 खुद से छल दिन रात करू मैं ,

  क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

  अभिव्यक्ति का स्वरुप हैं भाव ,
   आज इन्ही पर थमे  हैं पाँव |

  
 भावविहीन होते मन को अब कैसे शांत करू मैं ,

  क्या भूलूं, क्या याद करूं मैं!

Vellapanti bi toh zaroori hai.........

 

  

life is filled wid moments where v keep on passing on time without any fruitful results...nd there comes into action our vellapanti...

  

isnt it very true...

                           

 

 ohhh

isnt it so very cute...

                                              

Today,while lying down on my bed and planning for my xam next day..my thoughts wandered nd wer sumwhere in a fantasy land..nd suddenly i recalled that i hav a xam next mrng..

life will become so monotonous without the essence of this longing desire to be lazy...

wow...how kool is it to not to work...nd lie asleep for hours!!!!   

 zindagi hoti thodi aur haseen
              agar hume khud par hota yakeen..

shararaton se bhaari baate hoti.
             kuch kr guzarne ki chah liye..

sirf padna likna toh essential ni...
            masti k hain din yahi..
samjh naa aaya ho ab bhi agar..
            toh sidhe saral sabdo ki yeh gaatha hai/..
sach toh yeh hai ki hume kuch ni aata hai..
           manzilo ki taraf bade chale hai..
par kuch ni hume bhata hai..
         aadarshwadi bane rehna bi ek majboori hai...
afterall...........

                                             vellapanti bi toh zaroori hai........

Nature at its best....

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

 

  

  

 TO SEE A RAINBOW YOU NEED RAIN AND SUNSHINE

AT THE SAME TIME.....

                                      

An Act of Gratitude...

Today is 5th september...a well known day...celebrated as a mark of respect to all teachers who taught us......

 

 Life could have been so different without the midas touch of our teachers,....

  

Evr recall ur starting days in school...nd how crazy A B C D...used to sound nd 3*4 seemed a drastic calculation...nd u used to wonder "why do we study all this non-sense" nd nthng has changed i still wonder y i evr study??

  

Every class has a bunch of padakus...so called "teachers pet"...nd mostly all the ghisuss....

i wonder dnt they have anything else to do...but they sumtymes r very beneficial...as their mere existence is an excuse for the lecturer to let ppl lik me sleep in the class.....

  

Evr wondered why do v hav vivas......y do only students answer the questions...???????

and nt 2 forget d boring lectures where bunks take place ......nd yes...i m still on bunk...for the whole day today......gi

  

 

"Hum sirf padane k liye hai..aur aap sirf padne k liye".....teachers lik this r often d ones i get ...d ones who love teaching as much as we love sleeping!!!!!

nd i wonder "Y ALWAZ ME"...

 

                                         
                                                       WHY do we have assignments........

  

 "The blackboard seems lik the dark nite sky nd evr wondered where d stars r...revolving around my head...which will burst very soon"!!!

  

Hey!!I gave the best answer i could....expand hi toh krna tha....kr diya........ still FAILED.........

THIS IS CALLED PARTIALITY.....................

 

  

I hate studying.....

 

Finally.........out of here......Wat a relief!!!

 

 

huh.........watevr u make me write...i vl now bring a bigger bomb!!!

The love nd affection!!

 

Well,jokes apart....teachers r one of the blessings of God...(ofcourse exceptions r alwaz there)..

This article is a jst a way of showing my Gratitude towards all my teachers nd specially TO

BEENA MAM,MINI MAM,nd JYOTI MAM  

This is for u MOM....u r the best one i hav...nd vl evr hav....

 

 "Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Txes M&A Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe."

The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth." 

Teaching is the profession that teaches all the other professions.

One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings.  The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.  

Our lyf is filled wid examples where someone or the other teaches us sumthng...it must nt b alwaz our teachers,..they can be frndz...batchies..or nybidy around....try learning frm lyf...

coz wat lyf will teach u...no one vl evr do the same.........learn frm others mistake....nd try not to repeat it evr.,.....

Evryone of us is a teacher in him/herself...coz v learn evryday nd preach dat too.....so,....lemme wish evryone of us a happy teacher's day.........