all the world's a stage......

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. 

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. 

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. 

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

  -william shakespreare (from as you like it)   

killer sounds!!!

Indian culture does portray a lively and colourful way of life but does it really mean at the cost of others peace?? I thank saridon and earplugs to keep me sane enough to lock myself at home and abstain myself from the sin of being a party spoiler by tearing away the cables to the sound system and put a full stop to the insanely djed songs and the potential of the music bringing spasms of pain to all the auditory sensory organs...if anyone reads a report of a mass murder of “party maker jerky pigs” i take full responsibility of it... let the heavens decide my punishment.. but for the time being, i shall be the Hercules of the new age, who kills the sonic monsters... GOD! Make them stop before i commit an unpardonable sin!!

amara shobai raja.......

on account of 63 yrs of republic ... happy birthday constitution!!!

the lonely walk back home...

Hurriedly tucking the stray hairs behind her ear and shuffling through all the paperwork, she heaved a sigh of relief. She was done with the days work and it was time to return home. The very thought made her innards wash with a tide of happiness and subdued sadness. It had been a year since he passed away leaving her to tend for herself and look after the only resemblance left of his, their son. With her tired caring hands she took the toy car she had bought for him and set off to the lonely walk back home.

Pulling the overcoat tightly around herself she walked through the crowded roads crossing junctions and roads unconsciously with the many who like her, where returning to the place all hearts yearn to be and belong to. A cross ,a turn and a few more dragging steps lead her into a dimly lite lane and suddenly all the hum of civilisation muffled into the crek-crek of crickets and other nightly sounds.

 

She heaved a sigh of dread and longingness. She dragged herself through the memories. The memories of her dearest. She lived at the end of the lane since she could remember. Those memories seemed to her like fallen autumn ripped maple leaves strewn all over the lane, as she passed the leaves of memories fluttered by ,each nook each pavement having a story to tell. Her childhood adventures down the little lane, her adolescent infatuations and now the middle aged hopes. Every time she walked down the lane a dented lamp post reminded her of crashing into it with her bicycle, a bench by the side, of the happy times with her husband talking about the worldly wonders, her mom who used to sit and happily groan about creaky bones. All flashed by her as she raced down the lane, desperate for its ending cause with its end there was a new beginning of happiness and adoration, cause where all pains end there is nothing but an emptiness of happiness.. she raced towards hope, cocooned by sadness but in her mind she always held the husky voice which had whispered his last words “you shall never be alone”....

ingredients of music!

a note so pure

that it strikes true

the meaning so sweet

that it reverberates the strings of emotions

the flow so continuous

that it feels like sailing 

the rhythm so subtle yet prominent 

that  it breathes life to music

isn't that all one needs to create heart felt music?! 

life machine....

clang-click!!!!phut- phut...vroom vroom..... and yet again the clutches moves and gears shift to start the old used machine of everyday life... as it vibrates back to life the daily routine of college, tutions. lectures,assignments, friends and maniac professors start yet again.... as i bid adios to the life of leisure and welcome back the life of a crazy wanna be engineer...

WONDERWALL

 Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now

Back beat, the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don't know how

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now

And all the roads that lead you there are winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don't know how

I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall

What happens when your mom goes into battling-the-dust mode (dust terminator)?????

And you are made the lieutenant in the army of two who have waged a war against million dust devils.. some might call foolish but i call it “THE HOME WAR”....

Tools for the battle are brooms, dusters, vacuum cleaners.. and the armoury being scarves and duppatas wrapped around in dacoit style.. i even took the liberty of sporting a pair of goggles(looking fashionable during war doesn’t harm,does it? )  

And the great war ensues...Grim situation... and i crumble into the the self-destructive mode due to the "achooo viruses" which the dust devils have cleverly targeted, causing explosive noises which in no way scares away the inanimate things and i am send off to do less life threatening jobs as my mom fights the war bravely proving that she is an one man army against the millions...   

Moments like these make me so proud of her..(tears) :’)

Patriotism or foolishness?????

This is an anecdote which i recently heard from a friend who has been pushed into a fix after this little incident...

Intro: a small fight starts between father and child on the usage of a sim from a certain company..

Father: you still using THAT sim?!! (contempt)

Child: dad! That's got the cheapest message and call scheme ..why should i throw it away?!!!

Father: haven’t i told you! Its a Pakistani company!

Child: (shocked) gosh.. dad... how many....(silent laughter)

Father: what! You want to pay money to the Pakistanis!! Support their companies while the Indian ones struggle!

Child: cmon! Who on earth told you that! So.. what if it is...(fumbles with words..speechless)

Father: this generation! Don’t have any patriotic feeling... i did rather give more money to the Indian ones than giving a single paise to the Pakistanis.. ! !  (nerve pumping)

Child: (jaws drop) (thinks: what the.....! )

Do you call this patriotism or foolishness? In the age of globalisation and talks about oneness in world people still struggle to obviate border differences...few instances when parents make you fell grown-up...

forgiveness- an act of kindness

Forgive- 1: to cease to feel resentment against an offender

             2: to give up resentment of or claim to requital for

(according to a 40 year old Webster dictionary which, i must mention is sure to bring a fortune in sometime if it survives the present bug infested and dust coated state..or may be i can pass it on as a family heirloom thing)

Why the sudden fuss about a word?! I have but recently discovered the beauty of forgiveness...it has been a long time since i have been benevolent enough to do so... "stuck-up" is a word i would like to use... may be i found the mistake too huge or the person too close to have hurt.. but either way i was "stuck-up" to remain angry when forgiveness was asked.. (it does sound like a confession ,doesn’t it?)..as i sat by the powai lake today watching the sun setting..it looked like the lake was swallowing up the blazing ball of fire..like it was beckoning it into it's infinite coolness.. calling it into the comfort of its cool arms forgiving it for being so hot and loosing on water (talk about imagination)..but this absurd yet curious thought triggered something deep inside..the concept of acceptance and forgiveness.. i guess somethings can never be changed and somethings have to be forgiven and forgotten or ignored for one’s happiness....

Resentment, revenge are emotions of negativity. They haven’t always worked out as the best choice of action.. of course there is no denial that without them movies would be quite boring without the hero seeking vengeance on the villain. But on a more practical life basis all they have done is create high blood pressure for the seeker which no doubt leads to many more complications..

                        

                          To forgive is to forget, but to forget is not to forgive...

Forgetting is a temporary solution.. its like the crocin we take to control fever.. fever being a symptom.. but forgiveness is the medicine, the cure for the disease..

             

      Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

                                                                                                         -Mark Twain   

It is as sweet as the fragrance of violet though the heel which crushed it is hard..

You forgive me for liking you too much,
And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough.

You forgive me for missing you so,
And I'll forgive you for being so cold.

You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,
And I'll forgive you for not hearing it.

You forgive me for playing your games,
And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.

You forgive me for finding you so attractive,
And I'll forgive you for not noticing.

You forgive me for raising you up so high,
And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.

You forgive me for wanting to be with you,
And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.

You forgive me for being so pathetic,
And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.

You forgive me for not being able to let go,
And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.

You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,
And I'll forgive you for crushing them.

Forgiveness brings inner peace.
Do we have a deal?

And no i can't take credit for the above poem...but i couldn't help myself from posting it....

so forgive and forget cause you never know you might lose something worthwhile by just being a "hard-headed rhino" ( which is tempting and not at all difficult, speaking from experience)..

      To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you.

                                                                        - Lewis .B Smedes 

~2012~

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On noticing, the last three digits forms an arithmetic progression (012) (in case you find it jargon,i blame " the big bang theory")

FINE!! I didn't know what to post for as a new year post... I am rendered speechless with too many happenings of the previous year and the general feeling of laziness of vacations.. So may be some other time when i am in a more energy-charged mood that I would give a detailed analysis of the previous year .. For now  HAPPY NEW YEAR! May the sense of a new beginning prevail over the sense of ending and move on with the happy memories of 2011 and seeking new-ones in 2012...

PEACE!