when we crash into life

CRASH.

the name implies an obvious genre.
the script reveals a different story.

the blur of lights. the blur of life.

Poignant storyline. Adept editing.
Music that touches many a chord with the heart.

Scenes interspersed with emotions, music and thoughts.
A movie that makes you think, makes you feel the pulse of life.

Need I say more?

Someone stroked gently

Someone stroked gently....

someone stroked the virtual veena on my mind
strange thoughts set the tone on my mind
with a tired sigh, with a wavering mind
the twilight waves goodbye, albeit with a heavy heart
today, someone stroked the virtual veena on my mind

even the moon today seems like the scorching sun
the colorful spring today feels like sober rain
your heart, shattered like broken pieces of glass
like the poor bird that flew high but got bruised

amidst the mist (slowly) like the rain that drifted away
like a lamp flickering in the wind, who is that waiting
your face resembles a bird that has lost its feathers
the strained heart wipes away the rainbow in the mind
and you, like the flow of tears, remain....



Aaro veral meeti...

aaro veral meeti manasil mann veenaiyil
etho vizhi neerin shruthi meetunnu mookam
thalarum thanu vodey - idarum manam odey
vida vaangunna sandhye - virahaadrai aaya sandhye
innu, aaro viral meeti manasil mann veenaiyil

vennilaavu polum ninakku inn eriyum venal aayi
varna raaji meetum vasantham varsha shokham aayi
ninndey aardra hrudayam thooval chillu udanya padam aayi
irulil parannu murivetu paadum oru paavam thooval kiliaayi neee

paathi maanya manjil pathukkey peithu ozhinja mazhayayil
kaatil minni maayum vilakkaai kaathu nilpathu aarey
ninndey moha shakalam - peeli chirag odinjha shalabam
manasil menanju mazhavillumaaikum oru paavam kanneer mukilaai neee

passing through the aisles of time

There was a shimmer and then a light
That, my friend, was you in a new land
The light that shone bright, became brighter
And before we knew, we were friends in thoughts

Little did we realize that we would embark?
On a journey, not many, took off with élan

There are times we’ve spent simply walking
There are times that we’ve spent conversing
Amidst myriad flashes of humor and delight

And then those moments of mirth and joy
When you made me learn some of life’s ploys

Those simple countless laughs that we shared
Will never go forgotten even when we’re grey-haired

When the twisting kaleidoscope, moves us all in turn
And as you begin yet another new voyage

Let us aspire that we shall reach heights and still remain
The best of pals that this epoch can retain

when you venture out

working on a venture that would create paradigm shifts
make an impact on the careers of many an individual

a dream on the footsteps of time
a dream which will take off soon

a thought that would excite young minds . . . .

Pehla yeh Pehla

pehla yeh pehla
pyaar tera mera soni
pehli yeh mulaakaat hai
pehli yeh mulaakaat hai

jo keh rahi hai aankhen
woh keh rahi hai baatein
jaagi tu bhi saari raat hain
jaagi tu bhi saari raat hain

dil pe chalaa na jab zor koi
dil pe chalaa na jab zor koi
tu meri paas aa gayi
main tere paas aa gaya


pyaasi hai teri saansen
pyaasi hai meri saansen
uss pe yeh barsaat hain
uss pe yeh barsaat hain

kab se the hum tum tanhaa akele
aaj tujhe cheyn mil gaya
aaj mujhe cheyn mil gaya

baaheon main meri tum
baahoon main teri hum
aur yeh jawaan raat hai
aur yeh jawaan raat hai

rukh si gayi hai
teri meri raahen
hum jo saat aa gaye
haai, manzil ke paas aa gaye

aaye they kaahaan se dono
jaanyenge kaahaan pe dono
yeh to ab kise yaad hai
yeh to ab kise yaad hai

Chords of Discord

you start out on a journey
a journey to discover another soul
the chillness surrounds you
with a strange serenity

you come face to face with reality
and you feel the warmth

some experiences in life come as new
moments we havent come across in the past
totally new in its entirety
absolutely!

there are times
when you just dont want
life to pass at its own pace
just dont feel like increasing the pace
you desire that some moments last longer

and then
a sudden turn
an unexpected jolt




and you are enveloped by a void




d-i-s-c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d
from the chords of communication

a day filled with hope
a day filled with anxiety
a day filled with expectation
a day filled with desperation


and the day ends with a vacuum


and little do you realize that
you are back on your journey
all those hundreds of miles back
all those hundreds of miles away

back to the pavilions of monotony....


a journey you begin with a void
sometimes ends with a void too


"aankhon se tu dhoor hai
dhadkano ke paas hai"

L' Attitude 13 ' 05

its the Latitude of Madras (13 ' 05) with a french twist
L' Attitude 13 ' 05

Mediocre But Arrogant

http://mediocrebutarrogant.blogspot.com/

This is one book I couldnt just stop reading. Its so addictive that the reader eyes gets glued to it. Its all about Life in a B-school and more, the life that Abbey, the protagonist goes through in his two years at MIJ (a bschool of repute) at Jamshedpur or "Jampot" as referred to in the book! - and Abbey's life before that as a student of Delhi University.

The well-etched characters stay in your mind so fresh. The magical world in the book that draws you into it is almost like the aura that exists in RK Narayan's Malgudi and its characters.

I liked Malgudi and its characters, but I adore Jampot, MIJ and Abbey's world that revolves around it. What are you waiting for? Havent you got a copy yet? Go get it, before it gets sold out !!

Here are a few illustrations which sparkle in the book.

1. Ayesha's eyes - Abbey's classmate at MIJ

2. Abbey's classnotes on Organizational Behaviour (Orgy B)

3. Abbey's classnotes on Strategic Planning (Pari's class)

a different raaga

there are times when life suddenly starts to beat
on a different rhythm
on a different raga
and there's a rhyme and reason . . . .

aaj phir jeene ki tamanna hai
aaj phir marne ka irada hai

and then the rhythm is void of a voice

just a metronome without a soul

Can we go back in time?

i just wish i could go back in time
i just wish i hadn't lost . . . .
i just cant bear the pain
i just wish . . . .

:-(

Accidental or Incidental

as i lay on bed, i sensed the distinct odour of antiseptic & listerine
my eyes moved slowly to discover the environs that i was lying in

the pain inside me was acute that i didnt realize the syringe go in
the doc had prescribed a painkiller to alleviate the physical pain

the medicine took its course onto my nerves and into my brain
my eyes closed for a few seconds as thoughts ran wild in my mind

a few minutes back i was lying on the asphalt road on a dingy street
the screeching halt of the car had perfectly synchronized with my fall

the instrument which flipped from my hand was a few metres away
with its moonlight screen still flashing on a dialed call waiting

the haphazard typing, the frantic dialing, the nervousness inside,
everything muted the surrounding sounds that i was hearing

i hadnt noticed the car coming until reality hit me with a jolt
and as i fell, i could not comprehend the sudden turn of events

suddenly pain was everywhere, inside, outside and within
i clenched my teeth as pain and agony engulfed me

i felt strange as i started touching my own hands and elbow
bruises and scratches had made the skin seem alien to mine

thanks to my prayers to God - "you havent ended up with a
joint crack or a fracture" retorted the doc as he walked away

as i tried to sleep, myriad thoughts played havoc in my mind
was it really my fault ? yes ? why me ? why is this happening ?

a friend had completely deleted me from thoughts and that hurt
but the civic road was not a place for trivia and cellphone activity

as i tried time and again, i failed miserably to connect
the call did not connect - but the fall ultimately did

i had rejoiced when God gave me a great friend and
now i quiver in desolation as I have lost what He gave me

a friend who laughed in rhyme and cared dearly
now no longer shares nor cares

pangs of pain abound which fail to explain
the strange mystery behind the veil

i still wait with endurance for judgement day
as i ponder was it all but accidental or incidental

as i mourn, i still keep asking myself . . . .

Kissed by a Rose

there, used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
you became, the life on the dark side of me
love remained - a drough as the high mountain appeared

but did you know
that when it snows
my eyes become alive
and the light that you shine can be seen

baby, i compare you
to a kiss from a rose on the grey
oooh the more i get of you
the stranger it feels yeah

and now that your rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom on the grey

there's so much a man can tell you
so much he can say
you remain
my power
my pleasure
my pain

baby, to me you're like a grown addiction
that i cant deny

wont you tell me
is that healthy baby

but did you know that when it snows
my eyes become alive and
the light that you shine can be seen

baby i compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
oooh the more i get of you
the stranger it feels yeah

and now that your rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom on the grey

i've been kissed by a rose on the grey !

Bally Sagoo

Bally Sagoo truly redefined the sounds of
Classic Old Hindi numbers and
He is One of a Kind

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an exquisite blend of Punjabi,
Hindi and Techno.

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Oru Chembaneer Poovu

Oru chembaneer poov-iruthu njaan omaley
Oru vela nin nerku neeti illya

Engilum engeney nee arinju
Ente chembaneer pookunnadhaay ninakkaai
Sugantham parathu-nnadhaai ninakkaai
Parayu nee parayu, Parayu nee parayu


I’d picked a flower for you my dear
not once did I show it to you

even then, how did you know ?
how did you know that my flowers bloomed only for you
that they spread their fragrance for you
tell me, just tell me

a moment to treasure

the immense joy and excitement when a friend calls you
the addiction to speak that entices you in one whole moment

and you wish that, that moment lasts as long as you can imagine
its an experience that you would treasure for a lifetime

When life pays back times two

as I drive along, my eyes glance upon the tachometer of the car
my mind comprehends the vague figure as 83020 (kms)
I’ve driven down a long way in my life

a decade filled with more painful experiences than peace
occasional flashes of joy, random minutes of happiness

but the present, presents itself so bleak, so uncertain
things just don’t work the right way in life, they go awry

a friend whom you cherish so closely ignores you completely
a jolt so hard that it pains more than the prick of a thorn

there are times when you think maybe somewhere in the past
you may have ignored a friend in life unknowingly, it hurts more
maybe its not just worth it to push too much affection
or too much attachment even in friendship

as myriad thoughts of nostalgia flash through the mind
I recollect those lines another friend of mine used to quote -

“whatever you do in life, comes back to you times two”
“always remember that”

And when that happens, it hurts twice as much

Left to my own devices

as I see around, I am enveloped by darkness
darkness has its own demerits,
people fear it because it holds the unknown
people avoid darkness, as it may lead them to the sadness
or rather the sadness that someone may pass on to them

once in your life - surrounded by people who rush to talk to you
the present moment, the yearning for a call persists
you gaze at your phone with anxious looks, pick it up
and realize it was all but just an imaginary tone in your mind
the bane of urban loneliness as people may candidly call it

then comes the time
when tears freeze and fears rise
the eyes say it all and the heart cries
words pour out but arent heard no doubt

the mind plays strange games and thoughts play havoc
anxiety shrouds itself into the nerves and results in numbness

further contradictions and the body resists movement
the mind refrains from speech
silence remains . . . .

Is there an end to the mounting agony ?
I'm but .... Left to my own devices ....

Srimad Bhagavatam

Sri Vedavyasa, the very incarnation of Sri Vishnu for awarding sacred knowledge and freedom from fear, is the author of eighteen Puranas (lit. narratives of ancient times) running into four hundred thousand shlokas or verses. The names and extent of each of the eighteen Puranas is given in detail in Chapter 31 of the twelfth canto of Srimad Bhagavatham, which is one among the eighteen, having 18000 shlokas. While Srimad Bhagavatham is not the lengthiest of the Puranas (Skanda Purana with 81100 being the longest), it is certainly the crown jewel among them. It has been said that the other Puranas spread their luster in an assemblage of the righteous only so long as the Glorious Bhagavatha is not directly visible. It is considered to be the cream and essence of the Upanishads and a person sated with its nectarine flavour will not find delight anywhere else. The Bhagavatha is the delight of the devotees of Sri Vishnu - is free from faults and impurities and has the sole aim of Kaivalya or liberation which is the goal of Parmahamsas. A mere reading gives so much peace to the mind and the soul. The power is astonishing.

There are blessed men, like the Late Anantharama Dikshitar, who had immense memory and literary prowess, He could recite any verse from any of the epics, like the Ramayana, Mahabharata, Bhagavatam, Narayaneeyam, and the like, with uncomparable ease.

Pinneyum (Time and again)

pinneyum pinneyum aaro kinaavindey padi kadannu ethunna padhaniswanam
pinneyum pinneyum aaro kinaavindey padi kadannu ethunna padhaniswanam

pinneyum pinneyum aaro nilaavathu pon venu oodhunna mridhu mandhranam
pinneyum pinneyum aaro kinaavindey padi kadannu ethunna padhaniswanam

padi kadannu ethunna padhaniswanam
pinneyum pinneyum aaro, aaro, aaro ....


Time and again, i hear footsteps of someone crossing the doors of my dreams
Time and again, i hear footsteps of someone crossing the doors of my dreams

Time and again, i hear gentle notes of someone playing a flute under the moonlight
Time and again, i hear footsteps of someone crossing the doors of my dreams

....the footsteps of someone crossing the doors of my dreams
Time and again, someone, someone, someone ....

Sakhiye !

sakhiye nee dhaan thunaye
vizhi mel amarndha imayeh
inam teriyaamal inaindhom kiliye
sakhiye nee dhaan thunaye


boomiyai ketaaal vaanmugil thoovum
pookalai ketaaal vandugal paadum

veedhiyai ketaal thendralum veesum
saadhiyai ketaal kaadhalum thonrum

kaadhalin raajiyathil visithira vazahakam
kangalai vaangi kondu idhayathai kodukkum

oru vizhi paarvai uyir-ayum edukkum
maru vizhi paarvai uyir-ayum kodukkum

iru viral theen-di-naal
saadhigal thadu-kkum

idhanyangal thendinaal
edhu nammai pirikkum


sakhiye nee dhaan thunaye
vizhi mel amarndha imayeh
inam teriyaamal inaindhom kiliye
sakhiye nee dhaan thunaye