Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Mere mehboob na ja

some Oldies have this special quality of touching the farthest end of your neurons. you cant escape the magic once u hear the haunting melodies. The reason may be a simple but brilliant use of music which perfectly blends with the voice. Or it may be the powerful voice of singer which makes everything part of the background. Whatever it is but it creates a surround effect that you are time-machined into the scene. one such piece..

Sunday, November 08, 2009

किताब का आखिरी अक्षर

बरसों से जेहन में कुलबुलाता एक ख्याल है। बहुत से दुसरे ख्यालों के बीच डूबता उतरता हुआ। कभी एकदम दबा हुआऔर कभी फूट पड़ने को बेताब। कभी अकेला सहमा हुआ सा और कभी अपने साथ सैकड़ों ख्यालों के तार जोड़े हुए।जब भी उथले में होता तो मैं उसका खाका पन्नो पर खीचने की कोशिश करता, ताकि उसे सही से पहचान पाऊं और शायद दूसरो को दिखा पाऊं। बरसों तक झलक देख देख कर उस अनकहे ख्याल की तस्वीर बनाने की कोशिश की है पर इतने वक्त से इस अधूरे ख्याल से शायद कुछ अनजाना सा इश्क हो गया है उसकी उमर होने को है पर फ़िर भीउसे छोड़ते नही बनता। इस ख्याल का अंजाम क्या होना चाहिए। कुछ ऐसा जो इतने सच्चे इश्क का फलसफा कहलाने के काबिल हो। या फ़िर डरता हूँ की उस खाली जगह को भरने के लिए दूसरा ख्याल कहाँ से लाऊंगा लाखकोशिशों पर भी किताब का वो आखिरी अक्षर लिखा नही जाता है

Friday, November 06, 2009

सूरज ..

दूर पहाड़ी के पीछे से झांकता सुबह का लाल सुनहरा सूरज, कुछ पुराना सा दोस्ताना लगता है। बचपन में भी मेरे घर क पास वाले पथरीले पहाड़ से अलसाया सा जगता था, अपने रौशनी भरे हाथों से मुझे सहलाता, कुनकुनी धुप मेरे चेहरे पर मलता और दिन के सफ़र पर निकल जाता। शाम को जब मैं स्कूल से आता, तब सूरज भी वापिस आने को होता। पर उसके आने के पहले उसके दोस्त भी आते। वो लाल और नारंगी बादलों के साथ महकती हवा भी होती। फिर हम अपने दिन का हिसाब लिया दिया करते थे, मैंने कितने अक्षर याद किए और उसने कितने बादलों को रास्ता दिखाया। मैं उसे देख कर खुश होता और वो मेरी बातों पर खिलखिलाता था। कुछ देर के खेल के बाद फिर वो सब धुन्धलके में चले जाते। अगली सुबह वापिस मिलने के लिए। आज बरसो बाद फिर से इस दूसरी पहाडी के ऊपर दिखा है। एहसास पुराना सा ही है पर दूरियां कुछ बढ़ गयी हैं, सालों न मिलने से कुछ हिचकिचाहट सी आ गयी है। पहाड़ी से झांकते हुए उसने मुझे देखा फिर उस टेलीफोन के नए टावर के पीछे छुपता हुआ अपने सफ़र पर निकल गया।

कल फिर मिलने आऊंगा, देखूंगा की कब तक मुझसे नजरें बचाता है। कब तक उसे सुबह और शाम की वो बचकानी बातें याद नही आती, जब हम दोनों एक दुसरे को अपने दिन के किस्से सुनाया करते थे। कुछ रूठा है तो क्या हुआ, मना ही लूँगा, दोस्त है जाएगा कहाँ।

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

morning whisper

prettyladyniceshadeofflowinghairandinterestinglipswithaniceskin
and nice colours
fresh morning colours
BEAUtiful picture!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

next generation Search ..

seems like a possibility to me.. even before 2084 :)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Do din ki duniya, Duniya hai gulshan
sab phool kante, Tu sab ka mali.. :)

Monday, September 28, 2009

Stuck ?


Its been a long while since i have written something good .. something for myself ... something which pleases me ... makes me sad ... or angry ... or any real feeling. dunno why ... guess i am stuck in a rut. Its too easy to fall in... and too difficult to get out of it.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

The Cat Piano

beautiful animation ... supremely artistic .. simply ingenious ... watch in full screen mode ..



The Cat Piano from PRA on Vimeo.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Pocket Dynamo

Reality show anchoring needs heck of a talent. one has to think on her feet, engage the audience, take care of participants among other things. But this little kid has no problem doing all that with a panache. Her witty response leave the judges often speechless. She came as a participant in coveted game show SAREGAMAPA, but got selected as the host. This chatterbox is just 5 years old, imagine what she is going to be like when she will grow up. watch the video till the end..

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

JUNO

catchy tune, peppy lyrics , breezy video.... and the girl is blatantly cute :)

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Textbook Poems


Text-Books are wonderful especially books till highschool. A dimai size book which contained a rainbow of literary material suitable for the pre-teen understanding. full of wise thoughts and ideas that shape your imagination and thought process.



There was this small poetic fable about a greedy man who killed his hen for quick profit:

ek bahut tha lobhi bhai jiski jyada thi na kamai.
Rukhi sukhi roti khata sukh se apna samay bitata.
par kismat ne palta khaya lobhi k ghar bhi dhan aaya.
usne murgi pali ek, jo thi seedhi sadhi ati nek.
do sone k ande pyare deti thi uth din sare.
jab lobhi ye ande pata, khushi khushi se samay bitata.
lobhi k man lalach aaya ......
kyon na mar murgi ko dalun, sare ande saath nikalun.
lobhi fauran chaku laya. murgi mari khun bahaya
anda ek na usne paya. ro ro kar bahut pachhtaya.


Another one which depicted the scene where Subhash Chandra Bose is giving his famous speech in Rangoon to the Azad Hind Fauz:

.. youn kahte kahte waqta ki aankho me khun utar aaya
mukh rakt warn hogaya, damak uthi raktim kaya.
ajanubahu oonchi kar k wo bole rakt mujhe dena.
uske badle me bharat ki aajadi tum mujhse lena.
.....
us din taron ne dekha tha hindustani vishwas naya.
jab likha tha ranveeron ne khoon se apna itihas naya.


and who can forget the power packed words of Subhadra kumari chauhan,listen to them even when you are in deep slumber and your last drop of blood will be supercharged with adrenelin rush. She was the first satyagrahi to be arrested..

Sinhasan hil uthe rajvanshon ne bhrikuti tani thi,
Boodhe bharat mein aayi phir se nayi javaani thi,
Gumi hui azaadi ki kimat sabne pahachaani thi,
Door phirangi ko karane ki sabane man mein thaani thi.
Chamak uthi san sattaavan mein, vah talvaar puraani thi,
Bundele harbolon ke munh hamane suni kahaani thi,
Khoob ladi mardaani vah to jhansi vaali raani thi


Most of the poems were of patriotic flavor the inspiring "Veer tum badhe chalo"

samne pahad ho singh ki dahad ho
tum nidar hato nahi tum nidar dato wohin

veer tum badhe chalo dheer tum badhe chalo

Align Centre
India was going through the darkest phase in her history, poverty and social conditions were at the all time low, in these times the powerful words of the poets gave much needed hope and light to the countrymen.... "Yeh diya bujhe nahi" ... This poem was part of 10th standard If i remember correctly.


ghor andhkar ho, chal rahi bayar ho.
aaj dwar dwar par yeh diya bujhe nahi
yeh nishith ka diya la raha vihan hai

shakti ka diya hua dhakti ko diya hua
bhakti se diya hua yeh swantrata diya
....
teen char fool hain,aas paas dhool hain
bans hain babool hain, ghas ke dukool hain

vayu bhi hilor de, foonk de chakor de
kabra par mazar par, yeh diya bujhe nahi
yeh kisi shaheed ka punya prandan hai


normally the first poem of the book used to be a vandana or prayer, but the book in 4th or 5th standard had this request from a flower that it wanted to be used for the cause of nation "Pushp ki abhilasha".


mujhe tod lena vanmali, us path par dena tum fenk
matrabhoomi par sheesh chadhane jis path jayen sheesh anek



koshish karne walon ki from harivansh rai bachchan...

lahron se dar kar nauka paar nahi hoti
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti

asafalta ek chunauti hai, ise sweeekar karo
kya kamee rah gayee dekho aur sudhar karo
jab tak na safal ho neend chain to mat tyaoge
sangharsha ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum
kuchh kiye bina hi jay jaykar nahi hoti
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti


then finally my fav and i cant decide which part of it is the best... Krishna ki chetawani

varshon tak van me ghoom ghoom vadha vighno ko choom choom
sah dhoop dham pani paththar pandav aaye kuchh aur nikhar
....

hari ne apna rup vistar kiya dag mag diggaj dole
bhagwan kupit hokar bole janjeer badha ab bandh mujhe
haan haan duryodhan baandh mujhe
hit vachan nahi tune mana maitri ka mol na pahchana
to le main bhi ab jata hoon antim sankalp sunata hoon
yachna nahi ab ran hoga jeewan jay ya maran hoga
....

Meaning



tumhare gungunane ka koi matlab raha hoga.
tumhare muskurane ka koi matlab raha hoga.
preeti ke sanket younhi to vyartha hote nahi hain.
tumhare kasmasane ka koi matlab to raha hoga.

-Anup Bhargava

Friday, June 19, 2009

Desperado

उम्र जलवों में बसर हो यह ज़रूरी तो नही
हर शब् ग़म की सहर हो ये ज़रूरी तो नही


नींद तो दर्द के बिस्तर पे भी सकती है
उनकी आगोष में सर हो ये ज़रूरी तो नही

आग को खेल पतंगों ने समझ रखा है
सब को अंजाम का डर हो ये ज़रूरी तो नही

शेख करता है जो मस्जिद में खुदा को सजदे
इसके सजदों में असर हो ये ज़रूरी तो नही

सब की सकी पे नज़र हो ये ज़रूरी है मगर
सब पे सकी की नज़र हो ये ज़रूरी तो नही

कोई दिल में लिये अरमान चला जाता है
कोई खोये होय औसान चला जाता है


हुस्न वालो से यह कहदो के निकले बहिर
देखने वालो का इमान चला जाता है


Sunday, May 31, 2009

Jungle


I was watching this documentary on HBO. As always they were talking about interesting numbers to put the picture in perspective. One expert had an interesting observation that the forests provide various free services to us like cleaning air, maintaining water circulation in the nature. controlling temperature etc. If at all we try and have the system in place to perform these tasks ourselves. It ll take around $ 35 trillion per year, and all the economies of the world put together worth roughly $ 18 trillion max. I knew the importance of trees and jungles but number like these makes me scared. The myopic education that business school provides ( each one of us is equally responsible for it B-schools are just an example), generats CEOs which are smart enough to make quick money, but they fail to realize the cost of it. A jungle which took millions of years to grow and has been removed can not grow back even in decades or centuries, and the rate at which we are clearing the land. we dont have much time till we have to figure out the $ 17 trillion deficit for just breathing clean air.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Love Aaj Kal




Another "Fresh" film from Imtiaj Ali. Promos and music looks interesting and so is Deepika :)


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

keitai shosetsu

In Japan, five out of ten of last year’s best-selling novels were originally written out on cellphones
-more

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Prophecy

They said that a black man would be President “ when pigs fly”.

Indeed 100 days into Obama’s Presidency …
Swine flu !!


--from the bachchan blog

Saturday, April 11, 2009

FRIENDS


So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

You're still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.
You've burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these,
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.

That, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

-----------------------------

I just love this song.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

hunch

Today I bumped into this page from the founder of flickr. Hunch is a tool which promises to help you make decisions, You just need to answer a series of 10 or less questions to find a solution perfect for you.Problesm like which car you should buy?, which dog is right for you ?, should you vote for BJP or congress? can be solved with few clicks. The site started with 500 discussion topics and aims to be smarter with more and more user participation. The site is different from yahoo answers (or other versions). It will be having its own brain to make decisions. The site will learn from each question asked and each answer accepted. The site clearly marks the 4th Generation of web.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

SHE - from the eyes of flickr

Strong


Soft


Brooding


Break free


Sweet


Smile


Attitude


Confide


Mother


Silent poetry


Moving


Perfect 10


Curious


Exhuberant


Play


Anger


Fresh


Innocent


Gypsy


Wait


Out Look


Rustic


Cute




Friday, February 06, 2009

love


Kuch Kam Roshan Hain Roshni
Kuch Kam Geeli Hain Baarishein
Kuch Kam Lehrati Hai Hawaa
Kuch Kam Hai Dil Mein Khwaahishein
Tham Sa Gaya Hai Ye Waqt Aise Tere Liye Hi Thehra Ho Jaise

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Slumdog Millionaire

The iconic dharavi slums have always been a subject of interest for the west. Slums provide a backdrop where any story can be told with ease. every few yards gives you a new character with an entirely different tale but a single possible theme: "struggle to survive". Every inch of space in this district is packed with something, and so is the time. Boys become men before they even reach their teens. Every moment is for learning a new trick to survive. If you are slow you will perish even before the short life span that this compressed universe with shorter time boundaries allows you to.
Slumdog millionaire is the latest attempt to capture this extraordinary color palette of humans on screen. Great movie... The saleem-javed style drama captures the vivid tale of Jamal malik and how he overcomes his slumdog curse.
The movie is nominated to several awards in west and for sure it is destined to win couple of them. Although its not the best of work from Rahman or Gulzar but good enough for Oscars ;) .
In Hindi film industry the main stream and artistic are always considered 2 different streams. I would like to see when these 2 combine, when a movie is made for the masses and the classes, when a movie like "A Wednesday" gets more recognition.
I like the scene when Jamal gets his final question "who's the 3rd musketeer ?" and he smiles even when he dint know the answer. as the taglike said "Its written."

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

truckers hat

tere wade par jiye ham, to ye jaan jhooth jana
ke khushi se mar na jate, gar aitbaar hota

Monday, January 05, 2009

Just awesome


wingsuit base jumping from Ali on Vimeo.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

A thousand splendid suns

A thousand splendid suns a novel by Khaled Hosseini. It follows the story of a woman on the backdrop of probably the worst time in Afganistan's history. Brilliantly written but utterly sad. The courage and conviction of the leading woman shows us that Guns and wars always fall short than love and hope.


An armed man approached her and told her to walk toward the southern goalpost. Mariam
could sense the crowd tightening up with anticipation. She did not look up. She
kept her eyes to the ground, on her shadow, on her executioner's shadow trailing hers.
Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most
part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not
help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the
clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftoverhalwa under
a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the
beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her
hands with henna and tossnoqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza's
children. She would have liked that very much, to be old and play with Aziza's
children.
Near the goalpost, the man behind her asked her to stop. Mariam did. Through the crisscrossing
grid of the burqa, she saw his shadow arms lift his shadow Kalashnikov.
Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was
not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought
of her entry into this world, theharami child of a lowly villager, an unintended
thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a
woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion,
a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Mariam
thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life
of illegitimate beginnings.
Mariam's final thoughts were a few words from the Koran, which she muttered under
her breath.
He has created the heavens and the earth with the truth; He makes the night cover the
day and makes the day overtake the night, and He has made the sun and the moon subservient;
each one runs on to an assigned term; now surely He is the Mighty, the Great
Forgiver.
"Kneel," the Talib said
O my Lord! Forgive and have mercy, for you are the best of the merciful ones.
"Kneel here,hamshira And look down."
One last time, Mariam did as she was told.



One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid
suns that hide behind her -walls.



Thursday, January 01, 2009

Ab k baras