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Silent is the sky Silent is the moon Silent are the stars Silent are the leaves on the trees Silent are the rain drops falling down from the heaven Silent is the Earth Silent is your heart and so as mine But somewhere in the depth of this silence hidden are the words of love Words of the sky to the moon That it will be its embrace till eternity... Words of the stars to the leaves That they will keep on gladdening them with their soothing shimmer... Words of the rain drops to the Earth That they will always come down to comfort her when she is drenched with the heat... Words of my heart to yours That I will always be your hope your dream your support your shadow your fantasy and every thing that you need ... Silent are the words of love Silent is your heart And so as mine… 

Clock’s ticking… Bang…it’s “00:00” Echoes of hostel birthday songs Buzzing in my ears… In the never ending silence of the night… While I’m reading Dickens’ in my solitary study … It’s “03:00”… And a blur picture of two girls gossiping on the terrace… is fading away somewhere along the long deserted road While I’m gazing out of my bed room window … It’s “08:00” Long lines in the washroom … is dwindling away…  in the stirs of my hot coffee While rushing for the office… It’s “09:00”… A picture of a bunch of students speeding up near the canteen to avoid late attendance … is tailing off somewhere… In the mad traffic of Mumbai… It’s “11:00”… A sketch of lousy class room … is fainting away… in the pile of Files evenly stacked on my table… It’s “13:00” A long rail of girls clamoring for chapattis … is getting amalgamated with live media music of my office café … It’s “18:00”… And a flick of the gang of baski chaps Dodging and shooting in the court… is fading away… with my hurtling On t...

A new PAKISTANI MOVIE, BOL, which I recently came across and felt like blogging a bit about it...  Bol is Shoaib Mansoor's second dramatic breakthrough of revealing life with its complexities. After Khuda Kay Liye, that went on to win several international awards, Bol is another gripping story authored by him. A story that shows the realities of life very closely. The web of relationships within a family that barely makes ends meet. On top of the poverty the father subscribes to a set of values many would relate to…Values that we inherit and tightly hold on to, values that embody contradictions, values that have not been questioned. Bol is a roller coaster of emotions, yet carries subtleties that make your heartbeat stop. Based in the heart of Lahore, the story takes place in a house full of daughters, with vibrancy of life, yet restrictions on blooming. It questions the worth of a human being, may it be a woman or a person born with defect. It questions the authority of reproduc...

Some days are bright... Some days are dark... Some days make you feel that it’s truly heaven here Some days prove that even hell could be better  When an innocent boy is taken away from his home and is doled out with guns in his little hands... When a mother loses her son in some terrorist attack... When a brother sees his traumatized sister’s dead body shattered into pieces... When a father fails to prevent his young son from getting submitted to drugs... When a wife loses her Loving husband in a war... When an Earth quake takes away Millions of lives in a click’s instant… But then comes the other days the days filled up with Love and care The days which provide warmth to the numb hands... The days which give strength to roll back against all odds... The days when all heads are bowed down in prayers... The prayers to kiss away the pain of the humanity... The prayers which  know no boundary... The prayers which know Only the cause… Some days are bright Some days are dark….

Recently I have been to HARIDWAR, in the abode of holy Ganga for our training cum touring at BHEL HARIDWAR. There we had so many bizarre experiences. Each day opened up as usual but ended up with a new experience sometimes pleasant, sometimes bad, but each time leaving behind a whole lot of memories to cherish with. Be it the TUFAANI NIGHT…which took away my sleepers or be it the one with the mosquitoes when these little creatures kept buzzing into our eardrums each time we tried to sleep.  But the best and the most memorable of all was the RIVER RAFTING, the first adventure sport of my life, which I feel is worth sharing with you all.    Just imagine the freezing water of GANGES trying to push your boat off just as the bull does to the cowboy, truly ASTOUNDING , I know it sounds crazy when you listen but when you do it trust me no other experience in your life can beat this one at any cost . It was a beautiful Sunday morning which took us to RISHIKESH , about 25 km fr...

MOST ".............." LINES EVER HEARD....  ROMANTIC : "Some times I see your face stars seem to loose there place"(from the song 'Why should I cry for you'- Sting )  INSPIRING : "Stand up be bold and take the whole responsibility on your shoulders and know that you are the creator of your own destiny.All the strength and success that you want are within yourself"- Swami Vivekanada  PRECISE: "One should not confuse the role of some person's religious identity and the various priorities he may choose to have"- Amartya Sen ( the man whom you can rely to make sense out of your existential confusion)  BEAUTIFUL: "Let the powerful play go on and you make a verse as a tribute"-from the movie DEAD POET'S SOCIETY   LIVELY: "DIL JAISE DHADAKE DHADAKANE DO" - song from Zindagi Na Milegi Doobara HILLARIOUS:"switty switty switty tera pyar chahida"-song from Delhi Belly

There are many questions which keep popping in our mind like "Do alliens exits"?? "Does life persists any other planet other than Earth"??"Are there some creepy creatures like Ghosts peeping into our bed room window while we are sleeping"?? Another similar mystifying fact is about THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE also known as THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE which has always remained the most horrifying night mare of every sailor sailing into the NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN. You won't find it on any official map and you won't know when you cross the line, but according to some people, the Bermuda Triangle is a very real place where dozen of ships, planes and people have disappeared with no good explanation. Since a magazine first coined the phrase "Bermuda Triangle" in 1964, the mystery has continued to attract attention. When you dig deeper into most cases, though, they're much less mysterious. Either they were never in the area to begin with, they were act...

Searching for the girl… the girl residing deep inside… A bit naughty … naughty… while teasing her friends A bit sassy sassy…living up each moment to its fullest A bit jealous… jealous… to see her crush with the other girl A bit romantic … romantic… while dreaming of  a long drive with her love A bit mawkish… mawkish… while watching  an emotional drama A bit worried… worried… to see the loved ones in pain A bit intricate… intricate… when it comes to relationships A bit penitent…  penitent…to look around the World drenched in pain A bit determined… determined… to fight against the worst A bit stressed… stressed… after being betrayed by the loved ones A bit confused… confused… of not knowing Who to trust… Searching for the girl… the girl residing deep inside...

Peering into the stillness of night…  Some moments naively  come alive…  Dancing in the midnight  birthday parties…  struggling to have a single sip of  Cold drink…  Lying at the terrace  and gossiping till dawn…  And then getting amazed  by sensing the dazing sun rays  on our faces…  Peering into the stillness of night  Some moments naively  come alive…  Tediously sitting in the class room  and commenting on every gesture  of teachers…  And then leaving the class happily  after being caught and scolded…  Bunking the classes and  Parking ourselves in the canteen…  Sta ring at and searching for  Some fresh faces…  Peering into the stillness of night  Some moments naively  come alive…  Sitting at the stairs the department  Conferring about some project  and getting distracted…  when a cool chic passed by…  Chit chatting about each othe...

Drained of being labeled of everything I do... Drained of being misunderstood of every single word I say... Drenched of not knowing if I’m hurt... or am hurting others... Tired of being veered by the storm of thoughts doused in confusion... Tired of being vanquished by the fear of the unknown... Drenched of being incable of puting away the mask and recognizing the real face lieing behind... Drained of not knowing who I really am or what I really want…

NOT KNOWING WHAT TO BELIEVE Different facts and figures about recession and inflation and the much talked about corruption and black money…comments and cross comments of different NETAS justifying their wrong endeavors to save their GADDI…media reports weather to create awareness or rather improve their own TRP…all Jamming on together in my head and has gotten me stuck in the situation of not knowing what to believe . Are the shooting prices of oil and petrol caused by OPEC’s decision or is it because of some NETA’s misdeeds in favoring some corporate KAROD PATI and then burdening the JANTA with the hiked oil and petrol prices to offshoot the losses incurred in government revenue. Recent comments by Mr. Pranab Mukherjee about the SATYAGRAHS that they are harming the country’s democracy has forced me to recollect the definition of democracy which was being taught to me in class 7 political science and I surely remember that in a democracy, about the government it said that its elected...