India poised…

One India is straining at the leash, eager to spring forth and
live up to all the adjectives that the world has been showering recently upon us.
The other India is the leash.

One India says, give me a chance and I’ll prove myself.
The other India says,
prove yourself and maybe then you’ll have a chance.

One India lives in the optimism of our hearts.
The other India lurks in the skepticism of your minds

One India wants. The other India hopes.
One India leads. The other India follows.

But conversions are on the rise.
With each passing day more and more people from the other
India have been coming over to this side.
And quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic,new
India is emerging.

An India whose faith in success is far greater than its fear in failure.

An India that no longer boycotts foreign-made goods but buys out the
companies that make them instead.

History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions
when it is making a turn.
This is that rarely-ever moment. History is turning a page.

For more than half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run,
fallen, rolled over, got up, dusted herself and cantered, sometimes lurched on.

But today, as we begin out 62nd year as a free nation, the ride has brought
us to the edge of time’s great precipice.

And one India- a tiny little voice at the back of the head- is looking down
at the bottom of the ravine and hesitating.

The other India is looking up at the sky and saying,
It’s time to fly…

I FEEL LIKE A PHOENIX

Hey!!! Look the clouds are gathering to see me dance in happiness. I hear your voice echo in the raindrops…calling me to join you. The gentle breeze plays our messenger as it carries your fragrance to me and my love back to you. Look the flowers are blossoming again with every smile that crosses your lips…the waves kissing your feet are my hands trying to reach you. The sand you stand on are my eyelashes I have laid down for you to walk on.

Oh!!! is this how the Phoenix feels every time it rises,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

PARADOX OF OUR AGE

We have bigger houses and smaller families;

More conveniences, but less sense;

We have more degrees, but less sense;

More knowledge, but less judgment;

More experts, but more problems;

More medicine, but less healthiness.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,

but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.

We built more computers to hold more information,

to produce more copies than ever,

but have less communication.

We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are times of fast foods and slow digestion;

Tall men and short character; Steep profits and shallow relationships.

IT IS TIME WHEN THERE IS MUCH IN THE WINDOW, AND NOTHING IN THE STORE ROOM.

AM I IN LOVE??

Her words are addictive…wakes up each and every sense in my body and soul…and the symphony of the two is like a divine hymn being showered on me straight from the heavens…

She is Aphrodite…an Angel and a Siren…and yet I want to see the human…the lady and the woman….I want to lose myself in the realm of dreams she creates…

and yet…

HIM on sale!

Him: If someone was to put me up for sale how much would you bid for me?

Her: Don’t like the idea of you being up for sale…somebody quoting a price for you? Na…I would just come by and steal you from the display…do I need to bid to claim you as mine?

Him: Keep saying stuff like that and I’ll come to you for free

ps: any bother bidders try next time!

THE LULLABY OF LOVE

Loved, Caressed and Kissed. The Moon feels complete again…bathing in its own radiance. The Night whole…back from the realm of the distant horizon. A new chapter being written again…new words, new meanings…a new relationship.

A relationship with no name…Friendship is too low…Love can’t measure up…forever is limiting…

This time there are no rhythms being created…no ripples in the water…no shivering senses. This time there is just stillness. The silence talks…whispering in its own sweet melody. Guiding me into the depth of your being…not moving rather enjoying the stillness, the completeness in the quiteness of a paused world.

I sleep in your embrace tonight…Mesmerized by the lullaby love sings…or is it your heartbeats. I see the twinkling of stars…or is the blinking of your eyes. I hear the waves kiss the shore…or is it the softness of your touch. Hold me close so even the air between us becomes warm. Let me taste your breath.

Where do you end, where do I start…

I lost my silk scarf in the mulberry bushes of paradise……and I don’t know my way back there”…

its a birthday note i rcvd on tue, 25/07/06,6;11 am,,,,,n the subject of the mail was “read only on ur bday nt b4 tat” .

wl nt take nymore of ur time,,,just go thru,,, happy reading,,,,,,,

eh cheating toh nahi kar rahe ho na ?is it ur bday ya pehle hi padh rahe ho….if ur cheating.. then close it nowwwwww……

krish i could hv sent u an e-greeting on ur bday …bt found it too less 4 a gift… wanted to give u something thats my own nd not a readymade emotion…bt to receive this gift ,,tumhe thodi mehnat karni hogi.. ull have to read it slowly…vry slowly…..vry vry slowly. n try to feel things as i hv written them..

toh onur bday i invite u to my dreamland…chaloge mere saath…dnt worry ill get u back here….here we start…

its 9:30 at night.now we enter a big gate….as soon we enter it closes by itself and shuts the world off..the sky is beautified with millions of stars ……now hold my hand and lets stroll through..no streetlights here.jst the full moon yo light our way.can u hear this hissing sound that the insects are making?…achcha hai nah?

nw lets go ahead………————–((((((((((((…………………__________————

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thak gaye?ok lets sit down on the bank of that stream….feel the slow moving cool crystal clear water wid ur fingers….lie down on the grass if u wish..so many fireflies around na?

feel the cool breeze flowing past us..breath deep n feel the fresh air as it enters ur body……now exhale all ur tensions out…let all ur anxieties vanish in the air….unload urself of all the stress..

its getting a lil cold here nah?…lets get into my cottage and sit by the fire place on the floor…lean on this pillar if u wish..lelle get ur guitar..nw play ur favourite notes…play as much a u want…i want u to feel something…

i ant u to feel how blessed ur …..

want u to feel hw lucky u to have the sense of sight——-to ee the colou ,textures n shades,_to ee the floe…, smiles,… beautiful omen,…star n the radiant moon..

howlucky u r to hear the sound of chirping bids,,,…sea waves wen they toss the shore,,,,,…your guitar n ar rehman

how luckyur to hear the chirping birds,,,falling rain drops n a rushing river

how lucky ur to have the ene of touch_________to feel the touch wen ur mom kies ur forehead,….en ur dad gives u a firm handshake to wish u luck,…wen ur frnd gives u a warm hug in times of distres,…..wen the girl u love holds u hand to say .,”i care”

how lucky ur to smell the aroma of roses in spring,:….and of the soil wen it has freshly rained;….and of the food u like while its being cooked;….and of the woman u love when she get intimate wid u….

can there b a wonder bigger than these?? those collosal tombs n tatues more beautiful than these small pleasures of life??arent u lucky indeed…..?,,,,…

i want u to feel the beauty within u_the beauty of life n that of the creator above———————————————————————–

n if u feel it ,thank god 4 watever he has given to u ,,,…n u know wat the best way to do it?///???_value life and give it the best u can—-now

sleep honey, …raat bohat ho gayee hai…

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jag jao dost !!!!!!!!!!! u r in a cyber cafe….how was the gift????awfully boring nah???tell me imandari se…imandari se matlab imandaari se…

tell me so that i dont repeat a silly thing like this again…

n if u liked it,..then dont delete it,,..

n read it on all ur bithdays…whether i b wid u o not..

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p.s. —no corrections made either in this mail,,,,,,its just the original copy 1 frm my yahoo mail id. only HER NAME is lost in the MULBERRY BUSHES OF PARADISE!

Life widout you, is not a life at all…!! I MISS U FRIEND

IF THINGS HAVE TO END, WHY NOT END THEM GRACEFULLY… ITS ALWAYS BETTER TO LIVE IN THE MEMORIES OF THE MEMORABLE PAST WE HAD TOGETHER THAN TO BE IN CONSTANT PAIN OF PRESENT…!! SOMETHIMES ALL IT TAKES IS A NUDGE…!! EVERY MOMENT THAT IS ALLOWED TO PASS IS A MOMENT OF TOGETHERNESS LOST FOREVER….!!

The story is about three best friends- Raj, Teena, Anjali… in KG class… Teena and Anjali were best friends from nursery… long before they ever knew what ‘friendship’ is- together always… Then in KG class came RAJ- and the friend circle widened. Three of them had their ways of handling things… their jokes which were undrerstood only by them, their standard of sarcasm which none other than the three can withstand… and they were happy that ways… Suddenly, there was a wave of misunderstanding and things started to change… there were less talks and the group was no more a gang. They weren’t comfortable in each other’s company.

The winter vacations followed- playing with other kids was no fun… they missed each other… Schools reopened… each one of them wanted to talk now. Anjali: Teena, mein tele che cholly bolna chahti hun… yaal, is baal chuttiyon mein bilkul mazaa nahin aaya… Teena: haan yaala, mein bhi bahut bole hui… pata hai, ich baal padna pada, koi khelne ke liye aata hi nahin tha ghal pe. Anjali tu guchha hai kya mele che…?? Anjali: pagal hai kya… mein bhi to nahin khel payi ich baal… ab jo bhi hua uche bhool jaate hain, aul kal che fil se ghal-ghal khelte hain. Raj ko dekha kya…?? But Raj didn’t come to school that day.

They asked his neighbor Aman if he knew where Raj is? Aman: “Wo to chala gaya… Ushke papa ka transhfer ho gaya… ushne kaha hai ki wo tum logon ke bina bahut bole hua is baar chuttiyon mein… yaar, tum logon mein ladai hui thi kya… kyun..??” Silence followed…. None of them knew… Raj, Teena, Anjali… THE best friends forever… didn’t know what bought them together… and what parted them forever… Anjali and Teena will miss Raj… they never knew that it will be so easy to be together again. and Raj is already missing them…!!

y this blog,,,,?

Frens…

i thought of executing my long buried plans… plans of writing something… showing it to the world… and writing more…!! but, the question is what will this blog have…???

this text box here, yes my blog, will have the answers to all the questions life has asked me at one point the other… and a few questions will be asked too… everything which interests me.. some gud incidences from my day to day life.. good videos..worst days….all will be dumped here for u to read and comment… but everything here will have a soft coherence among themselves… everything will be related.. related to me.. someway or the other… For the first time perhaps, i will be talking to u with no secrets in mind.. talking generously… open to bad comments… answerable to all the queries… reasonable. For the first time perhaps, u will get to know who the real kris is… ask whatever u want to… answers will be provided..!! Happy reading..!!!

i wanted 2 grow up fast but now realise hw betr those days wid brokn playguns n punishments of incomplete homeworks

When
The school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and
benches!

When
we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books
and notes!

When
we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

We learnt writing with
slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!

When
we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds,under the trees and even in cycle sheds!

When
a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!

When
cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
When we used to talk wid frends now we dont have time to say hi.athr
when we used to chat for hours now we chat in chat rooms.

gone r those days,but their memories will linger in my heart