I am a failure.
I seriously don’t know where my last 4 months has gone by. I am getting eaten up by the tantrums of life, and I am completely unable to play against it. Defeat after defeat, cry after cry; I sermonize myself a couple of times to overcome, but absolute disappointment.
I am lost.
I am lost in my own net. Yes!
And the irony is, I am not able to figure out whether I am unfit for the work I am doing, am I suppose to do something else or this is what I am!
I am not fed up with life, but this is really not something that I had thought of.
I have almost stopped travelling (not officially), I have stopped reading, I have stopped writing. I love writing poems, but instead, I have started keeping myself packed inside a room hiding from the failure that I have come across.
I am writing this on Sunday, 18th March, 2012. This memoir is to remind myself one day in future, that I was collapsed.
I hate failures. I hate defeat. I love challenges. But my recent shortcomings are, I am unable to figure out, “I don’t know how to define challenges”. I just hope, I figure it out soon. Otherwise, I am a gone case.
A pulpit, once upon a time, has gone to litter.
18 March, 2012
20 January, 2012
12 October, 2011
Life @ Kochi
You call it Cochin or Kochi or Ernakulam, all are same here. Even if you ask a local guy, they say all are same, some say, actually ther's some confusion, so just life by it.
Exactly a month - that I have been here, a good-so-far start for me. Atleast, I am learning a complete new culture, language, cult of people - which makes me feel elated all the time. A new place to venture, platitude of people speaking unknown phonets which are really hard to understand - all these things are amazing.
And that's it - this is what I wanted. To do, to experience something new. And I am here, to touch the sky.
Exactly a month - that I have been here, a good-so-far start for me. Atleast, I am learning a complete new culture, language, cult of people - which makes me feel elated all the time. A new place to venture, platitude of people speaking unknown phonets which are really hard to understand - all these things are amazing.
And that's it - this is what I wanted. To do, to experience something new. And I am here, to touch the sky.
Our Great Country India, Part II
The purpose of my life, the reason of existence of my life, the raison d’être; my dear friend, we have so much to do in this single life that if we actually keep ourselves engrossed with those things (mostly, the liabilities) we won’t get time to do all these things (thinking about partition of India into numerous states, hikes in prices/inflation and a lot more), because we don’t have it in our DNA. That’s not how we all are programmed (like Mr. Hazare and Mr. Kejriwal). We might get a spike of such things, which will fade away as soon as we will get a hike in our jobs. That’s how the system is. But yes, if you grow above all these and see the whole design, you might leave your job/family/worldly affairs and dedicate your life to humanity, to change the system, to change the law, to change how the things happen in our society from the datum, from the grass root level. It needs a revolution; it needs one to change each and every human being. And believe me, 130 Cr heads of India is not a small number to handle with. No personal grudges, but, you are not even able to convince me (1 single person), how will you change the whole system, the whole of India.
May be, Mr. Kejriwal is one kind of a person. So he is following the foot-steps of Mr. Hazare. Everybody can’t.
When I say, we have so much to do in our single short life, I mean: working hard to earn more, and to fulfill our liabilities. To enjoy and die happily! That’s it. I am not being pessimistic but, it’s not everybody’s cup of tea to make oneself out of the worldly leisure’s and take a step towards fasting against government to change the law.
Simply put, do what you can do to make you and your near-by surroundings/people happy. Exaggeration is not the solution. Shooting down government officials will only put you in jail. That’s not the solution. That’s a streak. You can definitely think like this, but can’t transform your thinking into action like this. If you do, the end result won’t be different then the movie RDB.
Plus, the encounter of Shivani with BSF official is true. That’s the flaw in the system. And believe me, we, the country India is not a single country facing this problem. Many other countries are incompetent to put the Law in-order in their society. In fact, there are hardly any country’s existing on this planet earth which are able to do this. Peace and harmony is not in the economy/society/money/right government, it’s somewhere else. It’s within us.
Like my father always says and actually practices in his life: Live simple. Minimize your demands and see how happy you will be. I guess that’s the motto of my father. And you both know, what I mean.
On the contrary, I am a completely opposite Son of him. So far in my life, I have lived completely differently than him. But that’s how, I like to live. And we both respect each other for our Modus Vivendi.
Btw, raunak, you were talking about price hikes in petrol and LPG and what my father wrote about the present scenario of Indian Youth and the irony created against it by Mr. Anna Hazare.
So, points I would like to mention:
1. If you are reading newspapers or listening to news channels, you must have known about Telangana state.
2. They want a new state with in Andhra Pradesh.
3. They hardly are interested in what Anna Hazare is doing and what might it imply in future, they are only interested in having a new state of Telangana. Isn’t this an irony ?
4. Also, problems have started coming in UIDAI (Unique Identification Association of India) headed by Mr. Nandan Nilekani.
5. Don’t be surprised if UIDAI comes out with a new scam!!!
6. Every thing is possible in this rainbow country India.
Mr. Anna Hazare has got time to do all these. And, go to the micro facts, when did he started with his revolutionizing idea of Lok Pal. No doubt, even we can join his brigade, but are we actually? We all three are damn busy with our own jobs, problems with personal life and struggling with every second we live. Isn’t it?
Raunak, you are cribbing about LPG and Petrol prices. You are absolutely right (even I am worried about the petrol prise hikes), but yaar, who has time to fight against government to decrease the prices. We rather, take our bikes during week-ends with tank full of petrol and rev up in different directions enjoying the solitude, running away from the concrete jungels. Isn’t this the exact condition we are living? Incase, we join hands with Mr. Hazare, we shall be left behind in this rat-race. Which, I don’t think any of us can afford! Same is the condition with millions of youth (which are considered to be the power pillars of this nation) chasing the rat-race of jobs, high salaries, car, flat, foreign tours, hierarchies, etc. Where does we people have time to change the law?
My point is simple: either we can, or we cannot. Either we can stop our rat-race and join hands with the nobel guy or we keep on running our own race. Both cannot be achieved at the same time.
See, its not that, I am not concerned about anything. Even today, I am addressing a lot many issues related to say global warming. Since the time I got to know the adverse effect of some chemicals on Ozone (O3) layer which in-effect affects the global tempereature; I have stopped using deodarants. Simple putting, deo’s have a coolent with the name CFC (Cloro Floro Carbon, which now is replaced by HFC-Hydro Floro Carbon) which are enemies of O3. I don’t use deo’s just to help the environmentalists. Atleast I am acting, and not cribbing.
It’s just that, each country has its different set of problems. US has its, China has got theirs and we have our own. Problems differ, that’s obvious, but problems are there.
What’s a big deal? Let it be.
More you dig more jelous and aggressive you will become. Let the time flow. With such huge diversity within India, it’s almost impossible to tie the whole country under one rule. As of now, each and every state wants/thinks of being an individual country. But they also know that they as an individual country can’t exist without the help of other states of India. Simply put, not a single state in India, as of now is self sufficient. So is India! So is each and every country of this planet earth!
One can say, US is successful monetarily only because of its capitalism. India forayed in capitalism only in 1991. Before to that License Raj was crippling (read restricting) India from growing and make its mark on the global map. Foreign currency has just started pouring in RBI. Kindly wait, let some time pass. History did something in past even before our birth, so we are paying for some wrong decisions. We just need to choose a right way, a balanced way of living. Anyway, Mr. Hazare is doing his bit of bringing some black money back in the market of India. Let that cash come in, let tax reduce a bit and everything would be fine. And in and around all these, we all have lived till now some 24/25 years so far, and more 50 years to go. Pass it with happy heart without thinking all these. Be selfish! Get some solitude, try to find raison d’être of your life and start transcending on that path. I guess the same old and most chewed saying stands true here, “Winners don’t do different things, they do things differently”.
My dear friend, the key word is FEAR. It’s because of FEAR that all these ideas keep on whir-pooling in your head. And the same FEAR keeps me out of all these melodrama. This means that, FEAR has got two sides.
The truth is, even I feel the acrimony of myself, of what I am today. Even today, I feel like abhorring all the worldly affairs I live and go, run to do those things which I always thought to do. May be go to the rehab centers of Tsunami in Tamilnadu, or go and give my social service in backward areas of Gujarat, Chattisgarh or Assam and help them uplift their livings. This FEAR only helped many gentlemen in establishing so many NGO’s and this fear only is keeping me from detesting myself from my current life style. Either this or that, you can’t have both. And juggling in between makes no sense. Its sheer waste of time, which I guess you are doing. Here comes the macro look of Short-Cut and Long-Cut ways of living-a-life. I have, undoubtedly chosen a short cut way of living, because I am not at all interested in disquieting my status in society at this stage. I am rather interested in myself and my family and my surroundings. When, I will reach at the upper cone of the pyramid, I will think of others. Till then, I am happy being selfish. And believe me, that’s what we all are, as of now. And there’s no harm in being so. That’s the perfect and the most stable way of living a life.
Please note that, this is my personal thinking and no strict thumb-rule is being established. Everybody can think and mull over these lines and can choose what best fits in. Take care of one thing; our life is not a dogma. There are no strict rules of living. Don’t make our lives like a plain vanilla, rather make it a sundae. Randomness with surprises creates an intangible life; let’s pledge and make a rainbow in our lives and live happily.
May be, Mr. Kejriwal is one kind of a person. So he is following the foot-steps of Mr. Hazare. Everybody can’t.
When I say, we have so much to do in our single short life, I mean: working hard to earn more, and to fulfill our liabilities. To enjoy and die happily! That’s it. I am not being pessimistic but, it’s not everybody’s cup of tea to make oneself out of the worldly leisure’s and take a step towards fasting against government to change the law.
Simply put, do what you can do to make you and your near-by surroundings/people happy. Exaggeration is not the solution. Shooting down government officials will only put you in jail. That’s not the solution. That’s a streak. You can definitely think like this, but can’t transform your thinking into action like this. If you do, the end result won’t be different then the movie RDB.
Plus, the encounter of Shivani with BSF official is true. That’s the flaw in the system. And believe me, we, the country India is not a single country facing this problem. Many other countries are incompetent to put the Law in-order in their society. In fact, there are hardly any country’s existing on this planet earth which are able to do this. Peace and harmony is not in the economy/society/money/right government, it’s somewhere else. It’s within us.
Like my father always says and actually practices in his life: Live simple. Minimize your demands and see how happy you will be. I guess that’s the motto of my father. And you both know, what I mean.
On the contrary, I am a completely opposite Son of him. So far in my life, I have lived completely differently than him. But that’s how, I like to live. And we both respect each other for our Modus Vivendi.
Btw, raunak, you were talking about price hikes in petrol and LPG and what my father wrote about the present scenario of Indian Youth and the irony created against it by Mr. Anna Hazare.
So, points I would like to mention:
1. If you are reading newspapers or listening to news channels, you must have known about Telangana state.
2. They want a new state with in Andhra Pradesh.
3. They hardly are interested in what Anna Hazare is doing and what might it imply in future, they are only interested in having a new state of Telangana. Isn’t this an irony ?
4. Also, problems have started coming in UIDAI (Unique Identification Association of India) headed by Mr. Nandan Nilekani.
5. Don’t be surprised if UIDAI comes out with a new scam!!!
6. Every thing is possible in this rainbow country India.
Mr. Anna Hazare has got time to do all these. And, go to the micro facts, when did he started with his revolutionizing idea of Lok Pal. No doubt, even we can join his brigade, but are we actually? We all three are damn busy with our own jobs, problems with personal life and struggling with every second we live. Isn’t it?
Raunak, you are cribbing about LPG and Petrol prices. You are absolutely right (even I am worried about the petrol prise hikes), but yaar, who has time to fight against government to decrease the prices. We rather, take our bikes during week-ends with tank full of petrol and rev up in different directions enjoying the solitude, running away from the concrete jungels. Isn’t this the exact condition we are living? Incase, we join hands with Mr. Hazare, we shall be left behind in this rat-race. Which, I don’t think any of us can afford! Same is the condition with millions of youth (which are considered to be the power pillars of this nation) chasing the rat-race of jobs, high salaries, car, flat, foreign tours, hierarchies, etc. Where does we people have time to change the law?
My point is simple: either we can, or we cannot. Either we can stop our rat-race and join hands with the nobel guy or we keep on running our own race. Both cannot be achieved at the same time.
See, its not that, I am not concerned about anything. Even today, I am addressing a lot many issues related to say global warming. Since the time I got to know the adverse effect of some chemicals on Ozone (O3) layer which in-effect affects the global tempereature; I have stopped using deodarants. Simple putting, deo’s have a coolent with the name CFC (Cloro Floro Carbon, which now is replaced by HFC-Hydro Floro Carbon) which are enemies of O3. I don’t use deo’s just to help the environmentalists. Atleast I am acting, and not cribbing.
It’s just that, each country has its different set of problems. US has its, China has got theirs and we have our own. Problems differ, that’s obvious, but problems are there.
What’s a big deal? Let it be.
More you dig more jelous and aggressive you will become. Let the time flow. With such huge diversity within India, it’s almost impossible to tie the whole country under one rule. As of now, each and every state wants/thinks of being an individual country. But they also know that they as an individual country can’t exist without the help of other states of India. Simply put, not a single state in India, as of now is self sufficient. So is India! So is each and every country of this planet earth!
One can say, US is successful monetarily only because of its capitalism. India forayed in capitalism only in 1991. Before to that License Raj was crippling (read restricting) India from growing and make its mark on the global map. Foreign currency has just started pouring in RBI. Kindly wait, let some time pass. History did something in past even before our birth, so we are paying for some wrong decisions. We just need to choose a right way, a balanced way of living. Anyway, Mr. Hazare is doing his bit of bringing some black money back in the market of India. Let that cash come in, let tax reduce a bit and everything would be fine. And in and around all these, we all have lived till now some 24/25 years so far, and more 50 years to go. Pass it with happy heart without thinking all these. Be selfish! Get some solitude, try to find raison d’être of your life and start transcending on that path. I guess the same old and most chewed saying stands true here, “Winners don’t do different things, they do things differently”.
My dear friend, the key word is FEAR. It’s because of FEAR that all these ideas keep on whir-pooling in your head. And the same FEAR keeps me out of all these melodrama. This means that, FEAR has got two sides.
The truth is, even I feel the acrimony of myself, of what I am today. Even today, I feel like abhorring all the worldly affairs I live and go, run to do those things which I always thought to do. May be go to the rehab centers of Tsunami in Tamilnadu, or go and give my social service in backward areas of Gujarat, Chattisgarh or Assam and help them uplift their livings. This FEAR only helped many gentlemen in establishing so many NGO’s and this fear only is keeping me from detesting myself from my current life style. Either this or that, you can’t have both. And juggling in between makes no sense. Its sheer waste of time, which I guess you are doing. Here comes the macro look of Short-Cut and Long-Cut ways of living-a-life. I have, undoubtedly chosen a short cut way of living, because I am not at all interested in disquieting my status in society at this stage. I am rather interested in myself and my family and my surroundings. When, I will reach at the upper cone of the pyramid, I will think of others. Till then, I am happy being selfish. And believe me, that’s what we all are, as of now. And there’s no harm in being so. That’s the perfect and the most stable way of living a life.
Please note that, this is my personal thinking and no strict thumb-rule is being established. Everybody can think and mull over these lines and can choose what best fits in. Take care of one thing; our life is not a dogma. There are no strict rules of living. Don’t make our lives like a plain vanilla, rather make it a sundae. Randomness with surprises creates an intangible life; let’s pledge and make a rainbow in our lives and live happily.
31 July, 2011
Life of a Vegabond
From Delhi – a city of jugaad to Kochi – a city of principles. From the heat of Delhi to the coolness of Kochi! From the plains of Noida to the curves of Kerla! From Delhi – jungle of cement to Kerla – a state of greenery – God’s own country!
A great-so-far start for me! I must say!
Okha – place of my birth - one of the sweetest towns I have ever seen to Veraval – the place of my schooling. Teens was passing. So innocent and cohesive. But then strings started getting detached.
And then, Rajkot came to my life. A city of colour, a city of joy, a city of happiness. A city of my preeminence. Rangilu Rajkot. The place where I did engineering, the place where I got to know who I am, the place of phoenix people.
I am enjoying Kerla to the fullest. I am trying my best to get into the spirit of Kerla. I am lovin' it.
Listing Final Countdown.
A great-so-far start for me! I must say!
Okha – place of my birth - one of the sweetest towns I have ever seen to Veraval – the place of my schooling. Teens was passing. So innocent and cohesive. But then strings started getting detached.
And then, Rajkot came to my life. A city of colour, a city of joy, a city of happiness. A city of my preeminence. Rangilu Rajkot. The place where I did engineering, the place where I got to know who I am, the place of phoenix people.
I am enjoying Kerla to the fullest. I am trying my best to get into the spirit of Kerla. I am lovin' it.
Listing Final Countdown.
29 April, 2011
LG, here I come!
Now that I have decided, I have to move on. Fuck, what a mischief! I was cracking, phew. Just as in!
So finally the day arrived. 2nd May, 2011, of which I was waiting for last 230 bloody days since the day I got placed. (I got placed on 24th Sept. 2010, campus recruitment, ISB&M, Pune). Don't ask me, how much tiresome it was to pass these many days without doing anything. Completely unproductive time. And today I am regretting it, that I waisted it for nothing.
But am sure, I will regain them in future. Because I know, future is mine.
So, now the leis - ring last night at home before the commencement of my corporate life. Though am not that excited about the verb JOB, but yes looking forward to it.
Yes, I had sort of adrenalin rush when I was going to join Nirma Chemicals, back in 14th July 2008. My First Job! Now LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd has come about as my second job.
As of now, am pretty cool and in contact with almost all my colleagues (my batch mates in fact who are joining LG as well) and all are doing well. The side-fact is, all are rather curious and enthused and eager for the Garhwal Himalayan trek that LG is going to take us to-at the end of the induction+training.
This induction + training is of 45 days approx and there after, 7 days of unadulterated fun in the earth’s heaven. Himalayan trek! Ahh. The most pristine area, verdant valleys and snow capped mountains, what more one can have.
Truly looking forward to it.
Here I come LG.
P.S. I am travelling with two bags. Major and Minor – minor is heavier than major. Why? Simple, Minor is carrying all trek paraphernalia.
P.S. 2 And yes, I am reaching Delhi on 1st May, 2011 before Dawn. Am so happy.
Listing to “Hille Le” by Indian Ocean.
Bhargav Trivedi
MT
2011
LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd.
So finally the day arrived. 2nd May, 2011, of which I was waiting for last 230 bloody days since the day I got placed. (I got placed on 24th Sept. 2010, campus recruitment, ISB&M, Pune). Don't ask me, how much tiresome it was to pass these many days without doing anything. Completely unproductive time. And today I am regretting it, that I waisted it for nothing.
But am sure, I will regain them in future. Because I know, future is mine.
So, now the leis - ring last night at home before the commencement of my corporate life. Though am not that excited about the verb JOB, but yes looking forward to it.
Yes, I had sort of adrenalin rush when I was going to join Nirma Chemicals, back in 14th July 2008. My First Job! Now LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd has come about as my second job.
As of now, am pretty cool and in contact with almost all my colleagues (my batch mates in fact who are joining LG as well) and all are doing well. The side-fact is, all are rather curious and enthused and eager for the Garhwal Himalayan trek that LG is going to take us to-at the end of the induction+training.
This induction + training is of 45 days approx and there after, 7 days of unadulterated fun in the earth’s heaven. Himalayan trek! Ahh. The most pristine area, verdant valleys and snow capped mountains, what more one can have.
Truly looking forward to it.
Here I come LG.
P.S. I am travelling with two bags. Major and Minor – minor is heavier than major. Why? Simple, Minor is carrying all trek paraphernalia.
P.S. 2 And yes, I am reaching Delhi on 1st May, 2011 before Dawn. Am so happy.
Listing to “Hille Le” by Indian Ocean.
Bhargav Trivedi
MT
2011
LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd.
26 April, 2011
NO to Social Networking
I was never confused about whether to use orkut, my space or flicker or picassa or hi5 or facebook or twitter or blog, and so always remained proactive and adopt them. For me all these platforms remained as another identity. There used to be a time when top 5 searches where positive if BHARGAV TIVEDI is the search-word in Google. Later on I understood, may be social networking (social networking as a single word and a verb) is a hindrance to life.
It’s a button of reverse motion rather than fast-forward. (It’s just that, I don’t like driving in the 6th gear)
In first quarter of 2007, I quit hi5 and myspace, a lot of people asked not to do so, but I did.
Back in April 2009, I had quit Orkut. A lot of people shouted at me for doing so, but I remained firm.
In April 2011, I quit Facebook. Again, a lot of people reacted in the same way. But a few understood. Good, times changing.
I am happy.
Instead of loafing around over the net doing fake networking, its good not to do so and rather be yourself. I get no point in sharing pictures over Facebook and getting comments!!! Writing something on your wall of your facebook account of which no body has any relation, and still getting innumerable comments on it.
That’s strange, a new era of gossiping!!!
I like experiments.
I like doing experiments with my life.
And if you can, do it.
Experience the experience of change.
Listening to: “High Hopes” by Pink Floyd
It’s a button of reverse motion rather than fast-forward. (It’s just that, I don’t like driving in the 6th gear)
In first quarter of 2007, I quit hi5 and myspace, a lot of people asked not to do so, but I did.
Back in April 2009, I had quit Orkut. A lot of people shouted at me for doing so, but I remained firm.
In April 2011, I quit Facebook. Again, a lot of people reacted in the same way. But a few understood. Good, times changing.
I am happy.
Instead of loafing around over the net doing fake networking, its good not to do so and rather be yourself. I get no point in sharing pictures over Facebook and getting comments!!! Writing something on your wall of your facebook account of which no body has any relation, and still getting innumerable comments on it.
That’s strange, a new era of gossiping!!!
I like experiments.
I like doing experiments with my life.
And if you can, do it.
Experience the experience of change.
Listening to: “High Hopes” by Pink Floyd
26th April, 2011
5 days to go to join my second company LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd. (my first company was Nirma Chemicals)
I completed my 4-Wheel driving course.
Canceled Rajkot to Delhi (Sarai Rohilla) train ticket.
Canceled Baroda to Delhi (Nizamuddin) train ticket.
Booked Veraval to Ahmedabad (Kalupur Junction) train ticket.
Booked Ahmedabad to Delhi (T3) flight ticket. It's a Kingfisher Red Charter.
Veraval to Ahmedabad
Departure at 0625 hrs
Arrival at 1530 hrs
Entr'acte in Ahmedabad
total of 9 hrs
Ahmedabad to Delhi
Departure at 0100 hrs
Arrival at 0220 hrs
Now I literally don't know what I will in Ahmedabad for bloody 9 hours. Also, what I will do after reaching Delhi Domestic Airport, Terminal 3 at so early int he morning. Gosh, god only knows !!!
I completed my 4-Wheel driving course.
Canceled Rajkot to Delhi (Sarai Rohilla) train ticket.
Canceled Baroda to Delhi (Nizamuddin) train ticket.
Booked Veraval to Ahmedabad (Kalupur Junction) train ticket.
Booked Ahmedabad to Delhi (T3) flight ticket. It's a Kingfisher Red Charter.
Veraval to Ahmedabad
Departure at 0625 hrs
Arrival at 1530 hrs
Entr'acte in Ahmedabad
total of 9 hrs
Ahmedabad to Delhi
Departure at 0100 hrs
Arrival at 0220 hrs
Now I literally don't know what I will in Ahmedabad for bloody 9 hours. Also, what I will do after reaching Delhi Domestic Airport, Terminal 3 at so early int he morning. Gosh, god only knows !!!
18 April, 2011
18th April 2011
18th April 2011
I don’t know 4-wheel driving. So I have joined a car driving school. Rs.2000 for teaching + license and Rs.1500 for teaching only w/o license are the charges. I have the license already. Ha ha, w/o even knowing driving, but that’s adulterated India. Back, when I was doing engineering in Rajkot, I had applied for 2-wheeler driving license in the RTO, Rajkot. I had picked up an agent for that and that’s how I got 4-wheeler driving license as well w/o giving test drive for the same but rather bribed Rs. 200. But now, as I am stepping into a new job and there might be cases of driving 4-wheeler, so I thought this is the last hiatus before entering corporate life, the only chance at strengthening me, where I am week at. So finally on Saturday I joined Kohinoor 4-wheel driving school. Today, 18th April, 2011 is Monday was the second day of my class. I am doing well. Just need more practice. I am moving ahead.
Yesterday was an auspicious day at our home. Because I was home, mummy had kept a Satyanarayan Puja at home. It was good and I enjoyed it to the fullest. I had worn orange (pitambari) dhoti and white kurta. Hurreee.
I don’t know 4-wheel driving. So I have joined a car driving school. Rs.2000 for teaching + license and Rs.1500 for teaching only w/o license are the charges. I have the license already. Ha ha, w/o even knowing driving, but that’s adulterated India. Back, when I was doing engineering in Rajkot, I had applied for 2-wheeler driving license in the RTO, Rajkot. I had picked up an agent for that and that’s how I got 4-wheeler driving license as well w/o giving test drive for the same but rather bribed Rs. 200. But now, as I am stepping into a new job and there might be cases of driving 4-wheeler, so I thought this is the last hiatus before entering corporate life, the only chance at strengthening me, where I am week at. So finally on Saturday I joined Kohinoor 4-wheel driving school. Today, 18th April, 2011 is Monday was the second day of my class. I am doing well. Just need more practice. I am moving ahead.
Yesterday was an auspicious day at our home. Because I was home, mummy had kept a Satyanarayan Puja at home. It was good and I enjoyed it to the fullest. I had worn orange (pitambari) dhoti and white kurta. Hurreee.
Journey so far
Hiatus Hiatus Hiatus
Another 15 days of hiatus in life. MBA over, Corporate Life is about to start. Or in layman language, job is about to start. My second job in my only life. Pity on me. Phew. But it's ok. One thing I am understanding, as time passes, things start to cool down and than suddenly life takes a turn.
One more thing, I understood, more advance you go in life, more grown up you feel. This LG is my second job. Nirma was my first. As of now, only 13 days to go for the joining date to come, but I am not at all agitated from inside or frustrated from outside. I am completely cool, this is what many people said when they asked how I feel, as I am joining LG. But yes, I remember when I was heading towards Porbandar (Nirma Chemicals) back in July 14th, 2008, I was agitated. But this time, 2nd job, and I am fully relaxed and quite mature as well. See, time is the ultimate elixir. I am ready for the hullabaloo. There you go.
And yes, some of the snippets of my life, in highly brief manner.
Living outside home since last 9 years.
Just completed my Post Graduation from International School of Business & Media, specializing in Marketing. Placements: bagged the best of the placement of my college. Got placed in the very first company that visited our college, LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd. Two years, I won' say were useful, but rather more of unproductive. Am still to figure, what actually I learnt being in Professional Course; keeping aside studies. Though had may ups and downs during my two years of tenure in Pune doing my MBA, and learnt a lot from my troughs. The only good thing that happed to me is getting placed in the very first company that came to our college and becoming the don of the college. That's it. Before to that, I had hard life back in Porbandar. I was shift maintenance engineer in Nirma Chemicals (Saurashtra Chemicals, Porbandar) - earlier it was a Birla Plant, than took over by Nirma - but learning was immense.Less time for oneself, and more concentration on the work. Shift duty of 8 hrs each and handling 30 odd workers of the age range 35-60 was tough. I learnt a lot about human psychology a lot there; about how to get the work done from those workers in minimum time. Also understood the importance of time limits - dead lines - when ever emergency struck at the Thermal Power Station. I still remember the first time I got late to reach the Nirma Factory in the first week of joining itself - and I cried like anything. Because, my 1 hr salary was deducted. That was one helluva of experience. I had cracked Nirma on my 3rd attempt after AMW (Asian Moter Works) and Essar during my 7th semester of Engineering. I was rejected by both the previous company that visited our college at that time. It was Sept-Oct 2007. Before to that I did my 11th and 12th Science from a private school in Rajkot. A good experience. A town boy (veraval) came to a notorious city of Rajkot. But now I call it Rangilu Rajkot aka Colourful Rajkot.
Another 15 days of hiatus in life. MBA over, Corporate Life is about to start. Or in layman language, job is about to start. My second job in my only life. Pity on me. Phew. But it's ok. One thing I am understanding, as time passes, things start to cool down and than suddenly life takes a turn.
One more thing, I understood, more advance you go in life, more grown up you feel. This LG is my second job. Nirma was my first. As of now, only 13 days to go for the joining date to come, but I am not at all agitated from inside or frustrated from outside. I am completely cool, this is what many people said when they asked how I feel, as I am joining LG. But yes, I remember when I was heading towards Porbandar (Nirma Chemicals) back in July 14th, 2008, I was agitated. But this time, 2nd job, and I am fully relaxed and quite mature as well. See, time is the ultimate elixir. I am ready for the hullabaloo. There you go.
And yes, some of the snippets of my life, in highly brief manner.
Living outside home since last 9 years.
Just completed my Post Graduation from International School of Business & Media, specializing in Marketing. Placements: bagged the best of the placement of my college. Got placed in the very first company that visited our college, LG Electronics India Pvt. Ltd. Two years, I won' say were useful, but rather more of unproductive. Am still to figure, what actually I learnt being in Professional Course; keeping aside studies. Though had may ups and downs during my two years of tenure in Pune doing my MBA, and learnt a lot from my troughs. The only good thing that happed to me is getting placed in the very first company that came to our college and becoming the don of the college. That's it. Before to that, I had hard life back in Porbandar. I was shift maintenance engineer in Nirma Chemicals (Saurashtra Chemicals, Porbandar) - earlier it was a Birla Plant, than took over by Nirma - but learning was immense.Less time for oneself, and more concentration on the work. Shift duty of 8 hrs each and handling 30 odd workers of the age range 35-60 was tough. I learnt a lot about human psychology a lot there; about how to get the work done from those workers in minimum time. Also understood the importance of time limits - dead lines - when ever emergency struck at the Thermal Power Station. I still remember the first time I got late to reach the Nirma Factory in the first week of joining itself - and I cried like anything. Because, my 1 hr salary was deducted. That was one helluva of experience. I had cracked Nirma on my 3rd attempt after AMW (Asian Moter Works) and Essar during my 7th semester of Engineering. I was rejected by both the previous company that visited our college at that time. It was Sept-Oct 2007. Before to that I did my 11th and 12th Science from a private school in Rajkot. A good experience. A town boy (veraval) came to a notorious city of Rajkot. But now I call it Rangilu Rajkot aka Colourful Rajkot.
16 April, 2011
15th April, 2011
It’s 15th April, 2011.
Finally out of the clutches of ISB&M. The worst thing that could ever happen to anybody for I was fed up of it and wanted to run away for it, and finally I did. Am back home, at veraval. But won’t be staying here for long for I have to reach Greater Noida by 1st May, 2011 evening to report at LG Guest House. And yes, I received a mail from LG today regarding the same, so am happy.
My professor (Prof. Pandya) – during engineering – said once in the class that students never ever fail in your exams. Failing and getting atkt, and loosing one year is a great deal in today’s fast paced era.
I remembered that class – switch gear class – and kept it in my hindsight. Today, I can say I have wasted my two years while doing MBA. Utter loss, completely unproductive two years of my life, the biggest blunder of my life – going to pune and doing MBA. According to my professor’s formula, I have wasted 20 years of my life, can you beat that. And believe me, today from where I stand, I am actually feeling like, he is right.
P.S. I am quitting FB.
28 January, 2011
Engineering Martyrdom
This is my final year. 8th semester and I’m supposed to be happy as I got campus placement in Nirma Chemicals when I was in 7th semester. Read on!
To me, engineering was something more related to “exciting-cum-thrilling”. It was my ecstasy and elation.
I had read, Engineering means:
1. The branch of science and technology concerned with the design, building and use of engines, machines and structures
2. The practical application of scientific ideas and principles
3. A field of study or activity concerned with modification or development in a particular area.
After a jinx, I finally landed up into Engineering. No, Electrical Engineering, to be specific. After 90% completion of Engineering, I came to know what it actually is.
It is,
The immoral branch of science and technology concerned with almost nothing but fucked-up assignments, non working of machines and broken structures. And adding to it spine-chilling viva voce and semester exams where no egalitarian economy was maintained. Gulp !!!
Engineering ain’t engineering.
So much has happened after the entrance of engineering into my life, and how do I sum up the whole in a few words ? Starting with the jubilation of my birth and passing 12th standard with jinx, life has veered off a lot. And to add NaCl to the gash the cliché of classes and labs fails to cease. Huh!!! We want to say something, we want to do something, but always lulled. Amid the mêlée, let me jot down this iota:
Scene 1: Inside the Classroom
Ma’am with zest, came to the class,
We had the same shouting mass.
Micro-Processor is her subject,
But our mind gonna be midget.
She started and we embarked,
She on subject and we on cult.
ADD and SUBB, are all same,
No matter what are the names?
8-bit or 16-bit,
Horny cap is what we hit.
To store, we have REGISTER & MEMORY,
What we like is a girl in a capry.
DATA POINTER or STACK POINTER
For us, they are only the sister.
Mama Mia, she’s on shout,
Letcha tell you, we are on hoot.
She teaches us something new,
For us, it’s all phew.
She says:
Shake the mind and get the groove,
Ponder on the program on the move.
We say:
Programming is all the bluff,
What we like is the puff.
She have zeal, we have that too.
She have guts, we have that too.
She have knowledge,
Oops, we don’t have.
Though Micro is the subject,
We had never loosed the wicket.
P.S.
Lecture going on on Micro Processor,
Ma’am seems like a predator,
Always kills the approacher,
But we are niche creatures.
Prof: Hello! Hello! (Strikes the duster) will u let me take the class???
To be continued...
To me, engineering was something more related to “exciting-cum-thrilling”. It was my ecstasy and elation.
I had read, Engineering means:
1. The branch of science and technology concerned with the design, building and use of engines, machines and structures
2. The practical application of scientific ideas and principles
3. A field of study or activity concerned with modification or development in a particular area.
After a jinx, I finally landed up into Engineering. No, Electrical Engineering, to be specific. After 90% completion of Engineering, I came to know what it actually is.
It is,
The immoral branch of science and technology concerned with almost nothing but fucked-up assignments, non working of machines and broken structures. And adding to it spine-chilling viva voce and semester exams where no egalitarian economy was maintained. Gulp !!!
Engineering ain’t engineering.
So much has happened after the entrance of engineering into my life, and how do I sum up the whole in a few words ? Starting with the jubilation of my birth and passing 12th standard with jinx, life has veered off a lot. And to add NaCl to the gash the cliché of classes and labs fails to cease. Huh!!! We want to say something, we want to do something, but always lulled. Amid the mêlée, let me jot down this iota:
Scene 1: Inside the Classroom
Ma’am with zest, came to the class,
We had the same shouting mass.
Micro-Processor is her subject,
But our mind gonna be midget.
She started and we embarked,
She on subject and we on cult.
ADD and SUBB, are all same,
No matter what are the names?
8-bit or 16-bit,
Horny cap is what we hit.
To store, we have REGISTER & MEMORY,
What we like is a girl in a capry.
DATA POINTER or STACK POINTER
For us, they are only the sister.
Mama Mia, she’s on shout,
Letcha tell you, we are on hoot.
She teaches us something new,
For us, it’s all phew.
She says:
Shake the mind and get the groove,
Ponder on the program on the move.
We say:
Programming is all the bluff,
What we like is the puff.
She have zeal, we have that too.
She have guts, we have that too.
She have knowledge,
Oops, we don’t have.
Though Micro is the subject,
We had never loosed the wicket.
P.S.
Lecture going on on Micro Processor,
Ma’am seems like a predator,
Always kills the approacher,
But we are niche creatures.
Prof: Hello! Hello! (Strikes the duster) will u let me take the class???
To be continued...
Hi, I’m bhargav ≥ life.
I am a triskaidekaphobic. I am monosodium glutamate. I am discadaleinophobic. I am a molotov cocktail. I am a putative. I am a supposed. I am hotchpotch. I am a nincompoop, at times. I am a highest degree of insane, bizarre, wacky and weird and uncanny. I am wired. I am hyperactive. I am indelible. I dream big and cherish and rejoice them a lot. And I’m madcap zany. And oh yes, I am a globetrotter.
I am not a necromancer. I am not subservient. I am not acquiescent. I am not an illusionist.
Piece de résistance:
I am highly flexible.
C’est la vie
A Hot Blood Mammal
Hiatus of 4 months, bloody 120 days of shit. Getting really restless, nothing to do. Getting degraded on my mind. Thinking of this, wrote these lines, an iota of my thinking. Hope you all will enjoy it.
Dedicating it to 9 other people of ISB&M Puna who got into LG this year.
Enjoy. Read On...
I, a hot blood mammal,
being soporific, being an oddball
a sieve in my heart -
and I seem leaked to death.
the lull is over,
there goes a cuss and the peccadilloes’ --
cold smarting beyond,
beyond the yonder.
sun ascends,
at two in the afternoon,
and the day starts,
with agony tantamount, harder to go by.
peace genuflected,
a new litmus test everyday,
mundane has become the humdrum,
undergoing an ordeal.
lurking in my room,
over the staircase,
and the boulevard that leads to nowhere,
at dusk and beyond.
bête noir’s own raison d’être
marred to cease
the bouncy orb of light,
skulking to death like.
almost nothing to do,
suffusing the feebleness over the body,
plugs my dwelling with in
and the ordeal continues.
pulp and paper,
grass and smoke,
with ginger & lemon tea entr’acte -
hiatus has become the sacrament.
graffiti fresco over my head,
gawking it till my eyes get gory,
chortle and snigger -
are all long and forlorn.
college and classes,
veered off from the rota.
food taste tarter,
and minds’ devoid of sacrosanct ideas.
monolithic four months,
and a monolithic sabbatical
idiosyncrasies colossal,
four months on the roll,
and no paper roll to open.
Caged in a Valhalla,
I, a hot blood mammal,
being soporific, being an oddball
a sieve in my heart,
and I seem leaked to death.
Dedicating it to 9 other people of ISB&M Puna who got into LG this year.
Enjoy. Read On...
I, a hot blood mammal,
being soporific, being an oddball
a sieve in my heart -
and I seem leaked to death.
the lull is over,
there goes a cuss and the peccadilloes’ --
cold smarting beyond,
beyond the yonder.
sun ascends,
at two in the afternoon,
and the day starts,
with agony tantamount, harder to go by.
peace genuflected,
a new litmus test everyday,
mundane has become the humdrum,
undergoing an ordeal.
lurking in my room,
over the staircase,
and the boulevard that leads to nowhere,
at dusk and beyond.
bête noir’s own raison d’être
marred to cease
the bouncy orb of light,
skulking to death like.
almost nothing to do,
suffusing the feebleness over the body,
plugs my dwelling with in
and the ordeal continues.
pulp and paper,
grass and smoke,
with ginger & lemon tea entr’acte -
hiatus has become the sacrament.
graffiti fresco over my head,
gawking it till my eyes get gory,
chortle and snigger -
are all long and forlorn.
college and classes,
veered off from the rota.
food taste tarter,
and minds’ devoid of sacrosanct ideas.
monolithic four months,
and a monolithic sabbatical
idiosyncrasies colossal,
four months on the roll,
and no paper roll to open.
Caged in a Valhalla,
I, a hot blood mammal,
being soporific, being an oddball
a sieve in my heart,
and I seem leaked to death.
25 January, 2011
Fleurs de rocailles
(Flowers from a Brook)
une fleur, and it’s scent,
and whiff in the mystic air,
wispy elfin flutter around her nostrils,
the tranquil spirit, and
the sound of that scent.
A Lass, A Shaman,
Out in the pampas,
Slides to the rivulet,
With crooning glory, feeling
the masculine mystique.
Au mois de janvier,
What is this, une fleur ?
a long plume of exhale,
But, de quelle colour est ?
May be red, may be red, may be red !
Introduction
This is a poem narrating a story about lass, a girl‐ young adult in search of her beloved
superman. She, in her inexplicable rummage goes around the world, to find the mister perfect
aficionado, a connoisseur. At solitary moment in time, she gets wooly by the scent of a fleur (a
flower in French) and finally lands up in the balmy masculinity of her hero.
Para 1
Line 1: It describes the flower and it’s scent.
Line 2: how it affects the near‐by surrounding.
Line 3, 4, 5: and how it affects the human being, by being a catalyst over thinking.
Para 2
Line1: Lass means young unmarried women.
Shaman is a person regarded as having access to, and influence in, the world of good and evil
spirits. That means, the lass has the ability to find the truth out of the situation. She can judge
the situation very well and hover around truth out of the misty flummox cloud of perplexity.
Line 2: This girl is out in the prairie, plain grassland, to find her beloved.
Line 3, 4, 5: Gradually she moves through and finds a retreat in a brook; where from, she was
absorbing the aroma of that mystical masculine scent.
Para 3
Line 1, 2: After reaching the brook, she finds something unusual. She goes to the brook thinking
of a sweet colourful flower. But instead, she finds an another Shaman.
So, she asks this question, In the month of January, is this a flower?
Line 2: She breaths out a long breath!
Line 3: She gets confused about the where‐bouts, and asks again. About, what is the colour of
this flower, is it red?
But, it is not a flower.
It is a human being.
He is an admirer. An admirer of charm of humanity; a perfect protagonist!
une fleur, and it’s scent,
and whiff in the mystic air,
wispy elfin flutter around her nostrils,
the tranquil spirit, and
the sound of that scent.
A Lass, A Shaman,
Out in the pampas,
Slides to the rivulet,
With crooning glory, feeling
the masculine mystique.
Au mois de janvier,
What is this, une fleur ?
a long plume of exhale,
But, de quelle colour est ?
May be red, may be red, may be red !
Introduction
This is a poem narrating a story about lass, a girl‐ young adult in search of her beloved
superman. She, in her inexplicable rummage goes around the world, to find the mister perfect
aficionado, a connoisseur. At solitary moment in time, she gets wooly by the scent of a fleur (a
flower in French) and finally lands up in the balmy masculinity of her hero.
Para 1
Line 1: It describes the flower and it’s scent.
Line 2: how it affects the near‐by surrounding.
Line 3, 4, 5: and how it affects the human being, by being a catalyst over thinking.
Para 2
Line1: Lass means young unmarried women.
Shaman is a person regarded as having access to, and influence in, the world of good and evil
spirits. That means, the lass has the ability to find the truth out of the situation. She can judge
the situation very well and hover around truth out of the misty flummox cloud of perplexity.
Line 2: This girl is out in the prairie, plain grassland, to find her beloved.
Line 3, 4, 5: Gradually she moves through and finds a retreat in a brook; where from, she was
absorbing the aroma of that mystical masculine scent.
Para 3
Line 1, 2: After reaching the brook, she finds something unusual. She goes to the brook thinking
of a sweet colourful flower. But instead, she finds an another Shaman.
So, she asks this question, In the month of January, is this a flower?
Line 2: She breaths out a long breath!
Line 3: She gets confused about the where‐bouts, and asks again. About, what is the colour of
this flower, is it red?
But, it is not a flower.
It is a human being.
He is an admirer. An admirer of charm of humanity; a perfect protagonist!
30 December, 2010
Gujjar Agitation
Ever since independence, India has witnessed many revolutions, many agitations from across princely states and non-princely states as well. India, a country made up of more than 500 princely states, was hard to bound under the crown of a single Central Government. But somehow, Sardar did his duty, using his inherent skills in converging India into one. But thereafter, India has continuously faced problems from States and different community, asking for a new state or altogether a new country. Nizams of Hydrabad, Bodo Land in Assam, Naxalites in complete Red Zone or Mizoland problem of Mizoram or the Gujjar activists in Rajastan or take it Khalistan in that case. Just because of some small mistakes of our four-fathers, we Indian people are today, facing some serious problems.
Across the world, we can hardly find thousands of people just herd themselves over the railway tracks!!! I mean, don’t they have any sufficient work to do, and keep themselves busy than to agitate against government? Complete Railway System of our country has hampered because of the Gujjar protest. It has taken the whole country to the stir.
Last time when, Gujjar demonstration came up, and they demanded something, Government approved 1% reservation for Gujjars. But why? If you soften your finger grip, these people are going to grab your hand itself, and then your body. And the result is in front of us, now they are asking for 5% reservation in government jobs. Believe me, if government shall grant this particular demand, these Gujjars shall come up again after a short time interval to shake the country for no good reason.
And for this, a small Gujjar delegation team is going to meet government official in Bayana Town situated in Bharatpur District today, i.e. 30th Dec, 2010. This group of Gujjars is a team of around 20 people headed by the leader Mr. Kirori Singh Bainsla. This Bainsla has got a different story altogether. You go to any posh area of Jaipur, Delhi, Amritsar, Faridabad, you shall find them, for sure, with huge villas and bunglows and lavish cars. I don’t understand, from where they are getting so much money, and second though they have such huge cash surplus, why the hell they are agitating against the government, and hampering the country.
My projection:
Government will definitely negotiate with the current demands of Gujjars, but they will for-sure fulfill something. Now, this is bad. Supreme bad. If your sub-judice against non-government party, they are going to come up again after some time, to rape government again.
Across the world, we can hardly find thousands of people just herd themselves over the railway tracks!!! I mean, don’t they have any sufficient work to do, and keep themselves busy than to agitate against government? Complete Railway System of our country has hampered because of the Gujjar protest. It has taken the whole country to the stir.
Last time when, Gujjar demonstration came up, and they demanded something, Government approved 1% reservation for Gujjars. But why? If you soften your finger grip, these people are going to grab your hand itself, and then your body. And the result is in front of us, now they are asking for 5% reservation in government jobs. Believe me, if government shall grant this particular demand, these Gujjars shall come up again after a short time interval to shake the country for no good reason.
And for this, a small Gujjar delegation team is going to meet government official in Bayana Town situated in Bharatpur District today, i.e. 30th Dec, 2010. This group of Gujjars is a team of around 20 people headed by the leader Mr. Kirori Singh Bainsla. This Bainsla has got a different story altogether. You go to any posh area of Jaipur, Delhi, Amritsar, Faridabad, you shall find them, for sure, with huge villas and bunglows and lavish cars. I don’t understand, from where they are getting so much money, and second though they have such huge cash surplus, why the hell they are agitating against the government, and hampering the country.
My projection:
Government will definitely negotiate with the current demands of Gujjars, but they will for-sure fulfill something. Now, this is bad. Supreme bad. If your sub-judice against non-government party, they are going to come up again after some time, to rape government again.
Shimla – this new year
Shimla witnessing lowest temperature of the season of around freezing point! And so, businessmen are happy.
Dal Lake is frozen, for the third time in history. Earlier, Dal was found frozen during the recoded years of 1964, 1986 and then now 2010. Instead of bone-breaking cold, tourists are flocking continuously in Srinagar. Mercury has dropped down to -6 degree Celsius. All these because of Western Disturbance! And this low mercury over northern region has resulted chilly weather in middle parts of India as well. Shimla has witnessed snow fall for last two days, and this has resulted in the happiness of local business people. Tourist around the India have started flocking in Shimla since last two days, majorly, and due to the snow bed now, more tourists are likely to come. According to me, all major hotels and resorts are full-booked and second and third tier accommodations are on the verge of getting packed.
Snow bed has resulted in extreme climate, but tourists coming from all over India are hardly worried of the cold, rather they are coming especially to witness the snow fall and enjoy the solitude.
Along with normal tourism, cross-selling would happen for sure. Viz. Snow Ski, Snow Boarding, jeep safaris, et cetera. There are certain vantage points in Shimla and in nearby areas, from where nice ecstatic view of Himalayans can be observed. Innate beauty and pristine climate in December, especially due to snow fall, has made Shimla a prime destination for the celebration new year. 31st December, this year around would witness, new heights of adrenalin rushes across the tourist folks in Shimla. Pristine climate, innate beauty and spectacular mesmerizing vistas - with snow clad silver mountains: Shimla - I found it intrinsic.
Dal Lake is frozen, for the third time in history. Earlier, Dal was found frozen during the recoded years of 1964, 1986 and then now 2010. Instead of bone-breaking cold, tourists are flocking continuously in Srinagar. Mercury has dropped down to -6 degree Celsius. All these because of Western Disturbance! And this low mercury over northern region has resulted chilly weather in middle parts of India as well. Shimla has witnessed snow fall for last two days, and this has resulted in the happiness of local business people. Tourist around the India have started flocking in Shimla since last two days, majorly, and due to the snow bed now, more tourists are likely to come. According to me, all major hotels and resorts are full-booked and second and third tier accommodations are on the verge of getting packed.
Snow bed has resulted in extreme climate, but tourists coming from all over India are hardly worried of the cold, rather they are coming especially to witness the snow fall and enjoy the solitude.
Along with normal tourism, cross-selling would happen for sure. Viz. Snow Ski, Snow Boarding, jeep safaris, et cetera. There are certain vantage points in Shimla and in nearby areas, from where nice ecstatic view of Himalayans can be observed. Innate beauty and pristine climate in December, especially due to snow fall, has made Shimla a prime destination for the celebration new year. 31st December, this year around would witness, new heights of adrenalin rushes across the tourist folks in Shimla. Pristine climate, innate beauty and spectacular mesmerizing vistas - with snow clad silver mountains: Shimla - I found it intrinsic.
Winter Haiku
Sitting under a high-rise pine tree at “The Ridge” in Shimla, feeling the serene clear climate I wrote a few haiku’s with hushed mind.
P.S.
Haiku is a non-rhymed verse genre, having approximately 5 syllables in first line, 7 in second and 5 again in the third line, making a sum of total 17 syllables. But, it’s no specific rule to follow it. It’s just the sound that matters and not the words. What all matters in a Haiku is, that words has to be juxtaposed. It’s a traditional form of Japanese Poetry Art. And believe me, it’s the smallest, the tiniest literary form. In Japanese Language, Haiku means “Playful Verse”.
The most important and the only element of Haiku is it’s related to CLIMATE. Its Japanese analogous is “KIGO”.
P.S. 2: Extreamly sorry for writing P.S. at so early in a page.
P.S.
Haiku is a non-rhymed verse genre, having approximately 5 syllables in first line, 7 in second and 5 again in the third line, making a sum of total 17 syllables. But, it’s no specific rule to follow it. It’s just the sound that matters and not the words. What all matters in a Haiku is, that words has to be juxtaposed. It’s a traditional form of Japanese Poetry Art. And believe me, it’s the smallest, the tiniest literary form. In Japanese Language, Haiku means “Playful Verse”.
The most important and the only element of Haiku is it’s related to CLIMATE. Its Japanese analogous is “KIGO”.
P.S. 2: Extreamly sorry for writing P.S. at so early in a page.
walk walk
dry streets fail to squeeze me
snow fly
first cold with the shower
white cranks flutter high from the sky
Making me wobble all over
Long pines over and above
sun camouflages behind the silver silhouettes
shrubbery foliage standstill
out of the window snow falls
strength inside my body kills me
white everywhere I look
new year
still here
Long and forlorn
my soul
gold to grey to white
a walk in the snow
steaming brewed coffee
my hand arctic cold
snow still throbs on the asphalt
cows mooing
out in the snow
i look out shivering
shivering of snow he barks
enjoying of snow he howls
brooding still I am
out in the hamlet
snowmen without the groin
standing life less
black kiln
sparks orange in the day
snowy white when I see again
late at night
the black tree turns white
night at night turns late
day in the bus
evening on the boulevard
night in the fleece
haystacks’ outside the barn
urn clouded with the snow
standstill there I was
20 December, 2010
An Autobiography of My Mirror
On request, i wrote two different essays on the Topic "An Autobiography of My Mirror" for my friends. Both have got different masochism of a writer, different facets, different sides. Dedicating to my ISB&M pals. Here they are.
The moment of my consciousness, when I am utterly alone, but I do not, feel lonely, my very own being becomes the whole, in the straits of her. This is the longing of me; this is hidden in my deepest, innermost core that makes me happy. And she’s the sole reason, my beloved.
Her always, captivating and bewitching smile, makes not only me, but the whole world happy. I expect clear sky, but receive velvety umber sky with crimson horizon. As I sit face to face with the buoyant charismatic smile of hers, I down under and go around for a spree of contentment. Just because of her, this present never kills me. I am so lively, so much in this world, so living apiece. I always get drenched in the infinite explosion of love that she showers over me. I make her look good and she makes me feel good. We are parasites made for each other-a purity of love. Her jubilant colours and ecstatic emotions, euphoric mind over elation, all the day, makes my every day. She is a rhythm, a classic tone sung in a high pitch. A blissful delight!
Every morning, when she wakes me up, light waves and shadows fly over the caring bridge. A bridge that binds us! The resilient power and the inspiration transcending over the same caring bridge between us; she gave me words, she taught me to speak words, she made me see this world, and she made me to live life. Though I’m hung over on a grimy ceramic, I have never felt in my life like I’ve become standstill. No never. Just like staff notations, I’ve gone far beyond the yonder to see this world, through her eyes. When she catches me over the day she showers the softness of a flute and during the night, I get sodden in the decibels of a saxophone. She hums straight into my heart, touching my emotional cords and makes my day. Though, I’m brittle I’m not vulnerable; in the solitude of her, I’m safe than ever. My soul erupts, as she glances over me, over my riveting shining beauty and smolders over with the scent of fuming ashes. I ooze out the slithering beauty, doesn’t matter what the time is; in her sole retreat. Whenever her cerulean thoughts emerge out, when she cry’s or laughs in front of me, lingers and touches me, makes me feel me and I a parasite of her succumbs in a reverie, and surreal waves of thoughts out of me, making a cloud, relinquishing my passion for her, and the ardor just touches her. At that time, I could not be more than myself.
Our relation, of a non living being and a living being, so pure and so strong! So that, none shall cross, none shall break. We’re in relationship, forever. Our relationship, like fine gold spun inside, with the warmth and fragrance of this sweet earth, like seven colours of heaven, high in the sky.
Day and night are the antiquity of life, and I am just one. I exist and I fracture, I laugh and I shine. I am fragile and I am vulnerable. Just like human beings, even I am this earth’s product. But he hates me. I want to see a sparkle in his dark black eyes, but what I see in his eyes when he sees me is the same darkness, and I feel like a secluded cloud of fog transcending over the horizon; losing my existence. And I listen to the same sound of silence, the same tranquility and serenity in his eyes. I have become so stagnant, and this stagnancy has made me gone lost. I want to see this world, just like any other living flesh. But he don’t even touch me, my life has become futile. I am wholly lost. I m so beautiful, I m so glittery and shimmering but I want human being to touch me. I want him to touch me, to feel me. I want emotions to ruin me, to belligerently squash me.
At dawn, I seek for the rays of life, to enlighten me, to wake me from the slumber of this mean world. At twilight, I don’t exist. Darkness is my ally. With every sun that dips, I feel like a Martian in a far-off shore. And when it’s dark, it shines. But he doesn’t. He hides everything from me. There’s always a lot to know from his Pandora’s Box.
Whenever I see him see me see him, I feel happy. But still, I am unable to sparkle his dark black eyes. Still, I can only find the same masochism of being a mortal, just a mortal; who is lost in the manacles of this neutrophilic world entangled in the nets of his own thoughts. And because of his so behavior, I feel like haunted, for a flicker. So that I can rejuvenate myself with the superfluous oomph! He, a bête noir is profane of his own thoughts, I can see in his eyes and that makes my odyssey an ordeal. And I cry in the hues of my lost emotions. Some eerie thought process in me says, “I do believe, but can’t act”. I am the same mirror, no breaths, no flesh, no emotions and no sentiments. And still I am bluntly proclaiming that I want to live my life, not with a fugitive. I want to probe down into the drenches of his heart. I want to linger around his pulsating heart and want try to make him urge. My own very reason of life levy’s no weight on my existing of being; all because of him.
I make people happy, I make them look good, I make them look beautiful. But this mean world has devastated him. I seek awakening, I seek enlighten, detachment and serenity, I believe an unexamined life is not worth living. I want to make him feel good. Amen.
1.
An Autobiography of MY MIRROR
The moment of my consciousness, when I am utterly alone, but I do not, feel lonely, my very own being becomes the whole, in the straits of her. This is the longing of me; this is hidden in my deepest, innermost core that makes me happy. And she’s the sole reason, my beloved.
Her always, captivating and bewitching smile, makes not only me, but the whole world happy. I expect clear sky, but receive velvety umber sky with crimson horizon. As I sit face to face with the buoyant charismatic smile of hers, I down under and go around for a spree of contentment. Just because of her, this present never kills me. I am so lively, so much in this world, so living apiece. I always get drenched in the infinite explosion of love that she showers over me. I make her look good and she makes me feel good. We are parasites made for each other-a purity of love. Her jubilant colours and ecstatic emotions, euphoric mind over elation, all the day, makes my every day. She is a rhythm, a classic tone sung in a high pitch. A blissful delight!
Every morning, when she wakes me up, light waves and shadows fly over the caring bridge. A bridge that binds us! The resilient power and the inspiration transcending over the same caring bridge between us; she gave me words, she taught me to speak words, she made me see this world, and she made me to live life. Though I’m hung over on a grimy ceramic, I have never felt in my life like I’ve become standstill. No never. Just like staff notations, I’ve gone far beyond the yonder to see this world, through her eyes. When she catches me over the day she showers the softness of a flute and during the night, I get sodden in the decibels of a saxophone. She hums straight into my heart, touching my emotional cords and makes my day. Though, I’m brittle I’m not vulnerable; in the solitude of her, I’m safe than ever. My soul erupts, as she glances over me, over my riveting shining beauty and smolders over with the scent of fuming ashes. I ooze out the slithering beauty, doesn’t matter what the time is; in her sole retreat. Whenever her cerulean thoughts emerge out, when she cry’s or laughs in front of me, lingers and touches me, makes me feel me and I a parasite of her succumbs in a reverie, and surreal waves of thoughts out of me, making a cloud, relinquishing my passion for her, and the ardor just touches her. At that time, I could not be more than myself.
Our relation, of a non living being and a living being, so pure and so strong! So that, none shall cross, none shall break. We’re in relationship, forever. Our relationship, like fine gold spun inside, with the warmth and fragrance of this sweet earth, like seven colours of heaven, high in the sky.
2.An autobiography of MY MIRROR
Day and night are the antiquity of life, and I am just one. I exist and I fracture, I laugh and I shine. I am fragile and I am vulnerable. Just like human beings, even I am this earth’s product. But he hates me. I want to see a sparkle in his dark black eyes, but what I see in his eyes when he sees me is the same darkness, and I feel like a secluded cloud of fog transcending over the horizon; losing my existence. And I listen to the same sound of silence, the same tranquility and serenity in his eyes. I have become so stagnant, and this stagnancy has made me gone lost. I want to see this world, just like any other living flesh. But he don’t even touch me, my life has become futile. I am wholly lost. I m so beautiful, I m so glittery and shimmering but I want human being to touch me. I want him to touch me, to feel me. I want emotions to ruin me, to belligerently squash me.
At dawn, I seek for the rays of life, to enlighten me, to wake me from the slumber of this mean world. At twilight, I don’t exist. Darkness is my ally. With every sun that dips, I feel like a Martian in a far-off shore. And when it’s dark, it shines. But he doesn’t. He hides everything from me. There’s always a lot to know from his Pandora’s Box.
Whenever I see him see me see him, I feel happy. But still, I am unable to sparkle his dark black eyes. Still, I can only find the same masochism of being a mortal, just a mortal; who is lost in the manacles of this neutrophilic world entangled in the nets of his own thoughts. And because of his so behavior, I feel like haunted, for a flicker. So that I can rejuvenate myself with the superfluous oomph! He, a bête noir is profane of his own thoughts, I can see in his eyes and that makes my odyssey an ordeal. And I cry in the hues of my lost emotions. Some eerie thought process in me says, “I do believe, but can’t act”. I am the same mirror, no breaths, no flesh, no emotions and no sentiments. And still I am bluntly proclaiming that I want to live my life, not with a fugitive. I want to probe down into the drenches of his heart. I want to linger around his pulsating heart and want try to make him urge. My own very reason of life levy’s no weight on my existing of being; all because of him.
I make people happy, I make them look good, I make them look beautiful. But this mean world has devastated him. I seek awakening, I seek enlighten, detachment and serenity, I believe an unexamined life is not worth living. I want to make him feel good. Amen.
20 November, 2010
A sight at Howrah Bridge
Water and its silvery movements,
A single ray and a thousands thoughts
Melancholy of the situation,
A behemoth metallic structure
Over a gigantic rippling body,
Ganges at its beauty.
Banks are still, and the water flows
Tiny four wheel yellow machines in plenty
Howling and shouting tweety
Trying to find a single passenger,
In their kitty.
Red citadel of howrah junction,
And the labyrinth of it
Boiling with the thousands of two legged creatures,
And I’m just one of them,
Trying to draw a soothing caricature
Long and forlorn,
In the consumed beauty
A crisis here,
And a rescue there,
Making the loud impair.
Amid the crying silhouettes’,
In the core
And I can listen,
A cry more.
In my erupting heart,
Making my sojourn,
A memorable one.
A single ray and a thousands thoughts
Melancholy of the situation,
A behemoth metallic structure
Over a gigantic rippling body,
Ganges at its beauty.
Banks are still, and the water flows
Tiny four wheel yellow machines in plenty
Howling and shouting tweety
Trying to find a single passenger,
In their kitty.
Red citadel of howrah junction,
And the labyrinth of it
Boiling with the thousands of two legged creatures,
And I’m just one of them,
Trying to draw a soothing caricature
Long and forlorn,
In the consumed beauty
A crisis here,
And a rescue there,
Making the loud impair.
Amid the crying silhouettes’,
In the core
And I can listen,
A cry more.
In my erupting heart,
Making my sojourn,
A memorable one.
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