keep trying

have been trying not to match 'it',

have been trying not to like 'it',

have been trying not to think of 'it',

have been trying not to get fidgety of 'it',

have been trying not to bruit 'it',

have been trying not to follow 'it',

have been trying not to yearn for 'it',

but deep inside of me,
the facts are homed,
the efforts are futile,
because
the flame is too yellow to extinguish,
the rein is too tenacious to loosen,
it's too green for autumn to set in,
and am too big a dolt to understand.

yellow fever ...

It has been the topmost thing on my mind to write upon but just cudn't get sum good time to put my thoughts together.
The 'rejection', for which i ditched an 'opportunity', made me pretty lackadaisical for sometime.
But before it, i faced 'the thing' ,which 1.1 billion other Indians also did and that was 'goosebumps of winning an OLYMPIC GOLD MEDAL' . Sumthing my generation has felt for the first time (considering the fact that the last time 'it' happened was 28 years ago).

Mr. Bindra's feat is certainly a huge thing to have happened to our country's already fragile sporting (minus cricket of course) fraternity. Sumthing that will certainly inspire thousands. The first story starting at Beijing itself when another 'haryanwi' , pugilist AKHIL KUMAR after seeing Bindra, decides to aim nothing less than a gold. After beating world champion, Sergey Vodapoyanov of Russia,in pre-quaterfinals, Akhil says, "He (Sergey) is a world champion. It was a tough fight, but I am here to win gold. No silver, no bronze, but only the gold. There is nothing like being No.1 and I want to be No. 1,". Now he says that he wants a 'a piece of yellow metal' that is only his. In his own words, "Abhinav(Bindra) has just showed us the way and I want to follow in his footsteps".

None of us would want to forget the following famous picture.

All thanks and salutes to Mr. Bindra for blessing us with the best gift for the 62nd independence day.Not just the medal, but most importantly, the belief that 'anyone can aim and achieve the pinnacle', be it anything.

hmmmm...!!!

rue not , for something u didn't try,

think not, of something u didn't think,

many aspirations still left, to be
converted to achievements,

egress not, out of something u haven't yet
gone in.

allah ka banda

ek H aur

the two most visible things in chennai were mad Rajnikant fans and glorifying posters of political personalities of different parties, all of whom , for reasons unknown to me, had only red and black colours on their 'flags'.
well the 'rajni thing', which struck me today, made me read the preview of his latest movie, 'kuselan'. nothing abt the reviews but it rekindled one strange fact i observed back in chennai.
It was the inappropriate (at least i found it) use of the alphabet 'h' and the word that made me recall the 'h' saga, was the name of one of the actors of the movie named 'Pasupathy'.
Pronounced as पशुपती, the spell didn't go well with me when i first encountered it. i thought , instead of following 's' the 'high h' slipped to the place after 't'. But after a little more 'journalism', i realized it was not the slippage but the ingrained habit of using an xtraa 'h' after 't'.
Some examples, 'sangeetHa', 'saktHi', 'Anbu UmapatHi(another name)' etc etc , the god of all being ताज महल spelt as ' tHaj mahal'.

Ha ha.. above was just too much for me to handle, so just went to clarify the concept with a friend of mine, who told me the reason for this 'h' obsession is their way of putting त as 'tha'. After a long discussion none of us were ready to back off,so no results.
Theek hai, koi baat nahin,but going by their 'habit' shouldn't
तमिल नाडू be spelt as 'tHamil nadu'..???
just imagine, a tHaj mahal for MumtHaj .
:)

'the DAY' of my life

Getting up at 6 in the morning, bus ,office,bus,room at 6 30 in the evening. This was the only routine being followed in CHE(read chi)NNAI. Full tired of , not working, but of the same monotonous way of life.
Well, as a much needed break, this short, sand-clocked period of time came when i got free from the usual boilerplate activities.
The chosen day being a Monday,30-06, became special for absolutely unknown reasons and one of the very few highs in the "metro" city. Those few hours full of freedom, self-realizations, absolute loneliness left me with a strange feeling of fullness and peace. No second thoughts on my actions-every thing done in a blink of time, no holding back-all extended to infinite limits.The long direction less, full of varied observations, thoughtful walk down the unknown city roads(without making any landmarks), the atrociously spicy and pocket-unloading dinner (that later took its toll on my already badly infected throat), that 10 rupee note to the begger(who thought i was joking with him and have given a forged piece of currency)etc etc, all seemed to be so true and free flowing.
Nothing big happened in those few hours but the small events did effect me in a big way, changing my paradigms on few fronts, giving me the required thrust to work upon the things i was neglecting for so long, also a fresh approach for the work being done there in that place.
Hope to fall into more of these ' experiences'.
:)