New Year is just like a new born.
Be it a baby or a field corn.
It comes, so clean and clear.
It was far, but now its near
It's as pure as mother's love
Its as sacred as Almighty above
Its as innocent as a child's laugh
Its as precious as your better half.
Its as refreshing as a mug of coffee,
Its as sweet as a wrapped up toffee
It brings to you new pleasures and joys
New smiles for all girls and boys
It brings with it new hopes for the old
New stories which never told
But, as always, it only upto you,
To either treat it like fading dew
Or welcome it with open arms
And recognise its new charms
You can make better or make worse.
You could spell a blessing or a curse.
You see our lamps are all lit
So make the best out of it.
---Arpita, 29/12/2006.
Wish you all a very very Happy and Prosperous NEW YEAR.
God Bless...
Thursday 3 April 2008
The touch of your hand says you'd catch me wherever I'd fall...
Yeppie! Finally we have cleared the POST project also. I secured an 'A' grade. Didn't expect it. But of course it wasn't a bolt in the blue either. We had worked very hard for this.
I remember those Mysore days, where I used to literally cry everyday on phone telling my friends about the following day's test. I had turned out to be a very moody person there. I used to crib big time about the food there. I had not even spared the security fraternity there and even complained about it.
Many of my friends were fed up of my mood swings. I used to scream and yell on the top of my voice, breaking all the decibal control rules. Slowly and gradually, most of them avoided calling. But of course, I don't blame anyone.
All that while, there was one sweet friend who still kept his calm. Listened to all my cries. Tolerated my mood swings.
I remember one special moment which is very close to me.
I come from a family where 95% of the income is spent on food. We love to eat. And don't compromise at all in these regards. That's why the super solid build, we have. But that's not what I want to point out. During the Mysore training, I had a horrible time with the food served there. All continental, bland stuff. The first month, I put up with all the dishes. Some where around the 2nd month, this special friend called me at around 9.30 pm. It was a Friday, the last working day for the week. So I definitely could afford to have a long chat(long chats = till 3am or sometimes even 5am). I was very low since I had not faired well in one of the tests that week. He kept asking me as to what had happened. But you see girls never change. They never answer in the first go.
Around 11pm, I suddenly, out of the blue, started wallowing and sobbing. He kept telling me not to worry about the test and that I would fair well the next time. I told him that the test was not the reason. I was crying because of the bland food I had to have every day. I went on and on and on. In the next 10 mins, what I heard was a sob on the other end of the line. I asked him as to why he was crying. And all he said was "You are having such stuff there, and look at me here, having tasty food everyday".
Now what can someone reply in such a situation. I couldn't find anything to say. Was a very touching moment.
The smile on your face explains all that you need me
There's a truth in you eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'd catch me wherever I'd fall...
You say it best,
When you day nothing at all... Ronan Keating
I remember those Mysore days, where I used to literally cry everyday on phone telling my friends about the following day's test. I had turned out to be a very moody person there. I used to crib big time about the food there. I had not even spared the security fraternity there and even complained about it.
Many of my friends were fed up of my mood swings. I used to scream and yell on the top of my voice, breaking all the decibal control rules. Slowly and gradually, most of them avoided calling. But of course, I don't blame anyone.
All that while, there was one sweet friend who still kept his calm. Listened to all my cries. Tolerated my mood swings.
I remember one special moment which is very close to me.
I come from a family where 95% of the income is spent on food. We love to eat. And don't compromise at all in these regards. That's why the super solid build, we have. But that's not what I want to point out. During the Mysore training, I had a horrible time with the food served there. All continental, bland stuff. The first month, I put up with all the dishes. Some where around the 2nd month, this special friend called me at around 9.30 pm. It was a Friday, the last working day for the week. So I definitely could afford to have a long chat(long chats = till 3am or sometimes even 5am). I was very low since I had not faired well in one of the tests that week. He kept asking me as to what had happened. But you see girls never change. They never answer in the first go.
Around 11pm, I suddenly, out of the blue, started wallowing and sobbing. He kept telling me not to worry about the test and that I would fair well the next time. I told him that the test was not the reason. I was crying because of the bland food I had to have every day. I went on and on and on. In the next 10 mins, what I heard was a sob on the other end of the line. I asked him as to why he was crying. And all he said was "You are having such stuff there, and look at me here, having tasty food everyday".
Now what can someone reply in such a situation. I couldn't find anything to say. Was a very touching moment.
The smile on your face explains all that you need me
There's a truth in you eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'd catch me wherever I'd fall...
You say it best,
When you day nothing at all... Ronan Keating
Chandi jaisa Rang hai Tera...
Chandi jaisa Rang hai Tera...
Its a beautiful day today. No scorching heat. No clouds. Clear blue skies and very pleasant. Just a hint of breeze romancing with the trees in Infy campus. Reminded me of my training days in Mysore.
But that is not all. I listened to one of my personal favorite songs after such a long time. It is a gazal written by Janaab Khatil Shifai, and sung by Pankaj Udhas. The lyrics go like this
Chandi jaisa ranga hai tera
Sone jaise baal,
Ek tu hi dhanwan hai gori
Baaki sab kangaal...
This songs speaks so romatically about the beauty of a woman. I am not proficient in Urdu but the style in which this song has been composed any lay man will also feel what exactly the poet wants to say. He has not only praised her beauty which immensely mesmerises the listener, but at the same time prays that no Evil Eye ever catches even a glimpse of her and that she may live a thousand years.
During my training days, a friend of mine came and visited me in Mysore. He stayed for two days. We had a lot of fun in that time. Lunches, dinners... had a very nice time. Then, like al good things must come to an end, he had to leave to get back to his city. That was his last evening there. We dined in one of the plush restaurants Mysore could offer. Hotel Nityanand. A well lit place, perfectly suited for a romatic dinner. And for the icing on the cake, there was a Mehfil, something that I never expected in a city like Mysore. People requested for gazals. And the singer happily sang most of the gazals. I also gave him a list of songs. One of them was our very own, "Chandi Jaisa Rang". I was hoping against hope, while he looked at my list that he may sing this one. He shuffled through his old, tattered book to find lyrics of any of the ones listed. In less than 5 mins, he started playing his harmonium and there! He did sing "Chandi jaisa rang hai tera..."
I just couldn't stop smiling while he was singing. And my friend not only enjoyed the song but also my facial expressions. :)
Its a beautiful day today. No scorching heat. No clouds. Clear blue skies and very pleasant. Just a hint of breeze romancing with the trees in Infy campus. Reminded me of my training days in Mysore.
But that is not all. I listened to one of my personal favorite songs after such a long time. It is a gazal written by Janaab Khatil Shifai, and sung by Pankaj Udhas. The lyrics go like this
Chandi jaisa ranga hai tera
Sone jaise baal,
Ek tu hi dhanwan hai gori
Baaki sab kangaal...
This songs speaks so romatically about the beauty of a woman. I am not proficient in Urdu but the style in which this song has been composed any lay man will also feel what exactly the poet wants to say. He has not only praised her beauty which immensely mesmerises the listener, but at the same time prays that no Evil Eye ever catches even a glimpse of her and that she may live a thousand years.
During my training days, a friend of mine came and visited me in Mysore. He stayed for two days. We had a lot of fun in that time. Lunches, dinners... had a very nice time. Then, like al good things must come to an end, he had to leave to get back to his city. That was his last evening there. We dined in one of the plush restaurants Mysore could offer. Hotel Nityanand. A well lit place, perfectly suited for a romatic dinner. And for the icing on the cake, there was a Mehfil, something that I never expected in a city like Mysore. People requested for gazals. And the singer happily sang most of the gazals. I also gave him a list of songs. One of them was our very own, "Chandi Jaisa Rang". I was hoping against hope, while he looked at my list that he may sing this one. He shuffled through his old, tattered book to find lyrics of any of the ones listed. In less than 5 mins, he started playing his harmonium and there! He did sing "Chandi jaisa rang hai tera..."
I just couldn't stop smiling while he was singing. And my friend not only enjoyed the song but also my facial expressions. :)
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