Friday, January 7, 2011

Things to do in 2011

Little late to decide, though it goes on:

1) New year resolution i.e. _____, which I guess is working fine as on date
2) Debt free (Finish off the education loan)
3) Take LIC Term plan
4) Consolidate at work, think straight with general agenda in life as learning and chilling out
5) Lose 8 kgs

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Jo beet Gayi So Baat gayi

eevan Main Ek Sitara Tha
Maana Vah Behad Pyara Tha
Vah Doob Gaya To Doob Gaya
Ambar Kay Aanan Ko Dekho
Kitne Iskay Taare Toote
Kitne Iskay Pyare Choote
Jo Choot Gaye Fir Kahan Mile
Par Bolo Toote Taaron Par
Kab Ambar Shok Manata Hai
Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi

Jeevan Main Vah Tha Ek Kusum
They Us Par Nitya Nichavar Tum
Vah Sookh Gaya TO Sookh Gaya
Madhuvan Ki Chaati Ko Dekho
Sookhi Kitni Iski Kaliyan
Murjhaayi Kitni ballriyan
Jo Murjhayi Woh Fir Kahan Khili
Par Bolo Sookhe Phoolon Par
Kab Madhuban Shor Machata hai
Jo Beet Gayi So Bat Gayi

jeevan Main Madhu Ka Pyala Tha
Tumnay Tan Man De Daala Tha
Wah Toot Gaya To Toot Gaya
Madiralya Kay Aangan Ko Dekho
Kitne Pyale Hil Jaate Hain
Gir Mitti Main Mil Jaate Hain
Jo Girte Hain Kab Uthte Hain
Par Bolo Toote Pyalo Par
Kab Madiralaya Pachtata Hai
Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi

Mridu Mitti Kay Hain Bane Hue
Madhu Ghoot Phoota Hi Kartay Hain
Laghu Jeevan Lekar Aaye Hain
Pyale Toota Hi Karte Hain
Fir Bhi Madiralaya Kay Andar
Madhu Kay Ghat Hai Madhu Pyale Hain
Jo Madakta Kay Maare Hain
Vey Madhu Loota Hi Kartay Hain
Va Kachcha Peene Wala Hai
Jiski Mamta Ghat Pyalon Par
Jo Sachchey Madhu Sey Jala Hua
Kab Rota Hai Chillata Hai
Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi

-Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Monday, February 22, 2010


And no, I didn't give in to SRK & Shiv sena, I didn't watch MNIK

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Live with Chivalry -Chivas Campaign

Let’s raise a glass to the almost-forgotten,
fine art of Chivalry.
Here’s to doing thing the right way
To giving a damn about others.
Here’s to giving your word… and keeping it
Here’s to honor, and its simple extension…
the handshake.
Here’s to style, exuberance and charisma
Here’s to black tie instead of no tie.
To the rich… in experience.
Here’s to chasing wealth… in all its forms,
and here´s to sharing it.
Here’s to straight talking or,
as it used to be know… honesty.
Here’s to having some front…
and watching someone’s back
Here’s to knowing that life’s real luxuries
are time and friendships.
Here’s to optimism an leaps of faith,
And while we’re at it… here’s to freedom
And having the audacity to go out and get it.
Here’s to knowing that you are not alone
That together we’re better, stronger, smarter.
Here’s to the brave and the enlightened
To a shared way of behaving
that sets certain man apart from all others.
Here’s to those who live with Chivalry… here’s to us!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Another God damn....

When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why God? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off".

God Damn Genius stuff

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose. Try it sometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.

-Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger

Saturday, December 5, 2009

And Kipling with whom I share my Bday( only a random coincidence)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!