Then watch this...and spread that smile
Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Not this time
I had to put this across: a poem by Prasoon Joshi. Pls share
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin
Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetneyUljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin
Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin
Is baar ghawon ko dekhna haiGaur seThoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisleyAur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin
Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetneyUljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin
Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin
Is baar ghawon ko dekhna haiGaur seThoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisleyAur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
Agla Indian Idiot Kaun?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Randy Pausch....
...is no more.
He died yesterday, at the age of 47, fighting terminal cancer.
What Randy has left behind is more important, at least for me. When Randy stepped on stage last year to give his "Last lecture", he was getting ready to inspire millions, terminally ill or otherwise. What did Randy talk about in his last lecture? He talked about living for the moment, to the fullest. He talked about "brick walls", about "taking help to realise your dreams". And he also talked about "How the dreams will come to you". You can look up Randy Pausch's last lecture video on youtube (3 million downloads) here....but beware, its 1.16 hrs video, and, it needs some level of emotional strength to watch through it. If you cannot take the time out for the video, do take a look here for an excellent write-up. Also recommended is the book, that came out after the video.
Randy helped me kill some of my notions about life...not that I did not know about them, but to see a terminally ill person putting it across to you in clear,concise messages, perhaps, did the trick. He also taught me something more ... he gave me a point of view that I need to pass on to Aarushi,very early in her life.
Pass on the hope & the optimism by spreading Randy's message.
I have got my leave.
Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door
and I give up all claims to my house.
I only ask for last kind words from you.
We were neighbors for long, but I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned
and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come
and I am ready for my journey.
Tagore
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Happy dancing: Spread the infection around
I know I am late on this one...its been there on all the big blogs over the last week: Matt & his almost clumsy dancing, accompanied by a haunting melody.
Statistics first, the video was uploaded on Youtube on 20th june 2008, which means it is exactly a month old today. It has been viewed 7,285,989 times, which means 3 views every second. How much more viral can it become? A simple, almost goofy video generates interest that companies spend millions of dollars to generate. (I am sure Stride did not spend that much).
Why did this become a such a huge viral? May be because it generated the same feeling amongst millions, that I felt when I first saw this video: Happiness, qualified and unconditional happiness. It brings out the optimist in you that Life Matters!
The background track is the musical rendition of a verse from Tagore's Gitanjali. Its English translation goes something like this:
"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment."
Truly, if I may use, Connecting People.
Statistics first, the video was uploaded on Youtube on 20th june 2008, which means it is exactly a month old today. It has been viewed 7,285,989 times, which means 3 views every second. How much more viral can it become? A simple, almost goofy video generates interest that companies spend millions of dollars to generate. (I am sure Stride did not spend that much).
Why did this become a such a huge viral? May be because it generated the same feeling amongst millions, that I felt when I first saw this video: Happiness, qualified and unconditional happiness. It brings out the optimist in you that Life Matters!
The background track is the musical rendition of a verse from Tagore's Gitanjali. Its English translation goes something like this:
"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment."
Truly, if I may use, Connecting People.
Monday, June 30, 2008
To the one I love....
....today marks the sixth year of us being together, though many more years before that we met. We embarked with no ambitions, no dreams....just happy that we both were together. We have changed, both you & I, the teenage romance no longer there, but your presence is my comfort, something that cannot be described. And yes, there is also the lovely gift that we both cherish, the gift you gave me on 21st Sept, 2005. Happy Anniversary, Beloved
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
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