Friday, May 14, 2010

Some crap -2

Some time pass ones from me…..(inspired by a similar mail)

Socha main Ghar jaaon aaj cycle par,
To kampne lage mere pair thar thar thar thar …

Jaaon kahan bata eh dil..
Jaaon kahan bata eh dil..
Clinton ka First name hai Bill.

Chupke chupke maine use dekha…
Chupke chupke maine use dekha…
Meri favourite actress hamesha rahegi Rekha.. :P

Yeh joke jo maine logon pe feka,
Koi na hansa mar ke thahaka.
Gusse mein aake jo de diya maine ek ko mukka,
Sare logon ne mil ke mujhe jee bhar ke thoka.
Ek bande ne cheekh ke sab ko roka,
Fir kaha ki yaaron break le lete hain, main ho gaya thoda thaka!
Mauka dekh ke main jo wahan se bhaga,
Jaise aa gayi ho mujhme ek PT Usha.
Bhagte hue raste mein tha ek police ka naka,
Pakadne ek mujrim ko, jisne dala tha daka.
Mujhe dekh puliswale ne apna lath feka,
socha ki main hi hun jo bhag raha tha dal ke daka.
Lathi se bachne ke liye main jo bhagte hue jhuka,
mere piche aata hua banda ho gaya hakka-bukka.
chat se maine paas ek auto ko roka,
aur bola " Chal bhai, le chalo mujhe ghar, yehi hai mera mauka"
Ghar panhuch ke kampte kampte maine TV jo ON kiya,
Pehli hi gend pe mar diya sachin ne zabardast chakka.
Fir Sehwag ne mil ke jo Australia ko dhoya,
Aaj ke sare dukh dard main khushi khushi bhool gaya.
Yehi hai apne is kahani ki seekh,
ki har dard ki dawa hai Sachin and sehwag ki crickeeet.

Shukriya... Shukriya....

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The attraction of the pencil

For the past few weeks, months even, I've been kind of attracted, absorbed and in fact totally consumed by this unstoppable passion to write cursive handwriting using pencils. Its absolutely addictive and ridiculously enjoyable, and I am unable to focus on my life in any small amount. I've got these wonderful notebooks in the Microsoft campus which look more like diaries than notebooks, and then there are these pen-pencil type pencils which you click at the back to make a litle more lead come out of the front of the pencil and then write with it.
I've always been fascinated by beautiful cursive writing and I have always dreamed of writing those beautiful letters...with my own hand, and as much as I want, whenever I want.
I am trying to make that dream come true. I write all my tasks for the day using that pencil in that beautiful notebook and then write descriptions for each task and then, elaborate on how I am going to go about doing it and go to great lengths, using the most flowy, the most verbose language that I can use, to describe all that is going to be done by me and what I am going to assign the team and God knows what not. I love writing with those pencils so much. My manager sits beside me and I won't blame him if he thinks that I am a freak. More than 50% of my day is spent bent over that notebook. I hope I will be able to write those magically beautiful letters in the same magically beautiful style some day. I think I am going to start writing those olden days snail mails again.
-To beautiful cursive handwriting!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The importance of dreaming

"I still dream -- without dreams, life is flat, you stagnate." -Sachin
Excellent words! One needs to understand the importance of dreams to go forward in life. To be happy, to look forward to every new day with enthusiasm, they are one of the most important ingredients.
Without dreams, there is no passion. Without passion there is no true effort, without effort there is no movement. and without movement, stagnation results. Stagnation in the short term can be viewed as contentedness. But in the longer run, it leads to confusion, frustration and ultimately an unsatisfied life.
So never stop dreaming, and never stop pursuing your dreams.
-Kirthi