If I touch a burning candle
I can feel no pain
If you cut me with a knife
It’s still the same
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
But the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it’s not real
And it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Guys I Like (Aug 11th)
1. Ajay Jadeja (Cricketer - India)
For the way he smiles. That's what I call "a smile to die for". :-D
2. Sourav Ganguly (Cricketer - India)
For his attitude.
3. Brad Pitt (Actor - Hollywood)
For his looks.
4. Jyotiraditya Scindia (Politician - India)
For the way he carries off himself.
5. Sushant Singh (Actor - Bollywood)
For everything! For the way he acts, especially.
6. Johnny Depp (Actor - Hollywood)
For The Pirates of Caribbean.
7. Richard Gere (Actor - Hollywood)
For his most decent looks.
8. Saif Ali Khan (Actor - Bollywood)
For his sense of humor.
9. Virendra Sehwag (Cricketer - India)
For his cricket, and his simplicity.
10. Abhishek Bachchan (Actor - Bollywood)
For his eyes, his smile and the way he speaks.
11. Zayed Khan (Actor - Bollywood)
Looks and smile, I guess.
12. Raul Gonzalez (Football player - Spain)
A good player, and looks good too. ;-)
13. Goran Ivanisevic (Tennis player - Croatia)
14. Rahul Bose (Actor - Bollywood)
15. Rahul Khanna (Actor - Bollywood)
16. Paolo Maldini (Football player - Italy)
17. Ricardo Kaka (Football player - Brazil)
18. Kurt Cobain (Leader - Nirvana - USA)
*I could go on and on... but it's no use really, is it?
*Listing in no particular order.
For the way he smiles. That's what I call "a smile to die for". :-D
2. Sourav Ganguly (Cricketer - India)
For his attitude.
3. Brad Pitt (Actor - Hollywood)
For his looks.
4. Jyotiraditya Scindia (Politician - India)
For the way he carries off himself.
5. Sushant Singh (Actor - Bollywood)
For everything! For the way he acts, especially.
6. Johnny Depp (Actor - Hollywood)
For The Pirates of Caribbean.
7. Richard Gere (Actor - Hollywood)
For his most decent looks.
8. Saif Ali Khan (Actor - Bollywood)
For his sense of humor.
9. Virendra Sehwag (Cricketer - India)
For his cricket, and his simplicity.
10. Abhishek Bachchan (Actor - Bollywood)
For his eyes, his smile and the way he speaks.
11. Zayed Khan (Actor - Bollywood)
Looks and smile, I guess.
12. Raul Gonzalez (Football player - Spain)
A good player, and looks good too. ;-)
13. Goran Ivanisevic (Tennis player - Croatia)
14. Rahul Bose (Actor - Bollywood)
15. Rahul Khanna (Actor - Bollywood)
16. Paolo Maldini (Football player - Italy)
17. Ricardo Kaka (Football player - Brazil)
18. Kurt Cobain (Leader - Nirvana - USA)
*I could go on and on... but it's no use really, is it?
*Listing in no particular order.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Nawab Ki Padhaayi
Dhananjay Singh Sisodiya, a.k.a. Nawab – my favorite cousin. And now, well, my student. You won’t think teaching mathematics to a 14-year old will be a tough job. Neither did I, that is, not till I actually began with it.
Even I’ve done my schooling from a hindi medium school, the same school as his, in fact. But I was yet again reminded how easily we forget things once out of touch.
Mathematics (Ganit) in shuddh hindi, believe me, that’s not easy.
K: “Haan to Nawab, first chapter kaun sa hai?”
N: “Pahla adhyaay Samuchchay hai.”
Now, now, I remembered that Samuchchay means Set, and was proud of the fact. But remembering something, and using it in your language are two different things.
N: “Kanu didi, Rikt Samuchchay kya hai?”
K: “Jis Set mein koi element na ho”
N: ?
K: “Jis Samuchchay mein koi avayav na ho.” (sigh)
And when you think you know it all,
K: “Samuchchay(Set) ka Sarvanishth (Intersection) nikaalne ke liye jo avayav(elements) dono mein hon, unhe lete hain, aur Sangh (Union) ke liye dono Samuchchayon(Sets) ke avayav(elements) lete hain.”
N: “To Sangh aur Sarvanishth ek hi hue na?”
K: 8-
How do you read A = {x: x is a natural number and x<=10}??
Samuchchay A, jahan A ke avayav x hai, jabki x ek Prakrat Sankhya hai, aur x is less than or equal to 10. (Jhappu, “less than or equal to” ko hindi mein kya kahte hain?)
Root 2? Square root of two? No! Do ka vargmool.
“Exercise 10.1 kar lena”
“Kya karna hai?”
“Abhyaas das dashamlav ek.”
You do get better with time! B-)
Trigonometry has never been more difficult.
K: “Dekho Nawab, ek Saral Rekha (Straight Line) ek sau assi ansh (180 degrees) ka kon (angle) banaati hai, aur yeh prashn mein diya hai ki dono angles ke beech ka antar (difference) right angle ke barabar hai. To a+b = 180, aur a-b = kitna hua?”
N: “Right Angle kya hota hai?”
K: “Nabbe ansh ka kon”
N: “To aise boliye na!”
Sankhyiki (Statistics), Trikonmiti (Trigonometry) – you learn mathematics from the scratch. And thank your stars for the wonderful teachers that you got!
Even I’ve done my schooling from a hindi medium school, the same school as his, in fact. But I was yet again reminded how easily we forget things once out of touch.
Mathematics (Ganit) in shuddh hindi, believe me, that’s not easy.
K: “Haan to Nawab, first chapter kaun sa hai?”
N: “Pahla adhyaay Samuchchay hai.”
Now, now, I remembered that Samuchchay means Set, and was proud of the fact. But remembering something, and using it in your language are two different things.
N: “Kanu didi, Rikt Samuchchay kya hai?”
K: “Jis Set mein koi element na ho”
N: ?
K: “Jis Samuchchay mein koi avayav na ho.” (sigh)
And when you think you know it all,
K: “Samuchchay(Set) ka Sarvanishth (Intersection) nikaalne ke liye jo avayav(elements) dono mein hon, unhe lete hain, aur Sangh (Union) ke liye dono Samuchchayon(Sets) ke avayav(elements) lete hain.”
N: “To Sangh aur Sarvanishth ek hi hue na?”
K: 8-
How do you read A = {x: x is a natural number and x<=10}??
Samuchchay A, jahan A ke avayav x hai, jabki x ek Prakrat Sankhya hai, aur x is less than or equal to 10. (Jhappu, “less than or equal to” ko hindi mein kya kahte hain?)
Root 2? Square root of two? No! Do ka vargmool.
“Exercise 10.1 kar lena”
“Kya karna hai?”
“Abhyaas das dashamlav ek.”
You do get better with time! B-)
Trigonometry has never been more difficult.
K: “Dekho Nawab, ek Saral Rekha (Straight Line) ek sau assi ansh (180 degrees) ka kon (angle) banaati hai, aur yeh prashn mein diya hai ki dono angles ke beech ka antar (difference) right angle ke barabar hai. To a+b = 180, aur a-b = kitna hua?”
N: “Right Angle kya hota hai?”
K: “Nabbe ansh ka kon”
N: “To aise boliye na!”
Sankhyiki (Statistics), Trikonmiti (Trigonometry) – you learn mathematics from the scratch. And thank your stars for the wonderful teachers that you got!
Friday, May 27, 2005
Khaali dimaag ki upaj
(Suggest a title pls)
My ever-religious family is getting more religious every day. When you return home in vacations, you expect the kids to be at their naughtiest best. Not studying at all, playing a lot, attending all those summer camps and what not. All this is happening, no doubt, but along with it, some other things too.
Every Saturday evening, all the kids of the family (aged 2 to 18, around 20 of them) gather at one place, for 'Sundarkaand' path (from RamCharitMaanas). The Path is followed by Hanumaan Chalisa and some other rituals. Ofcourse, the whole affair has got family approval now, so more than the kids it's their mummas attending it.
Sunday mornings, it's Chinmaya Mission meeting, where again, all children gather at one place (our home), and we have Geeta path, MahishasurMardini MantrPath (which btw, is a beautiful collection of shlokas, written by Shankaracharya) and after that some discussion about life etc. (that doesnt make much sense for kids aged 10 or so, but mom thinks more than that it's important that they learn to live with all kind of ppl, whether they like them or not - and the meeting is a way to teach them this).
There's more to it. every morning when we drive Nanu for his tennis practice, we recite the twelfth chapter of Geeta (which Nanu has learned by heart, I still have to read it). Last to last time I came, I taught the kids the fifteenth chapter, and now they can as well teach me the twelfth one. For one thing, Nanu's got a clear pronounciation of shlokas and a good understanding of the chhandas and matras which I often find lacking even in girls my age.
All in all, there's at least one benefit - every weekend we get to spend 5 hours together, reason enough for all the religions.
In the end, religion, as Nida Fazli saw it-
"Bachcha bola dekhkar, masjid aalishaan
Allah tere ek ko, itna bada makaan?"
"Andar moorat par chadhe, ghee, poori, mishthan
Mandir ke baahar khada, Eeshwar maange daan"
"Ghar se masjid hai bahut door
Chalo yun kar lein
Kisi rote hue bachche ko
Hansaaya jaaye"
My ever-religious family is getting more religious every day. When you return home in vacations, you expect the kids to be at their naughtiest best. Not studying at all, playing a lot, attending all those summer camps and what not. All this is happening, no doubt, but along with it, some other things too.
Every Saturday evening, all the kids of the family (aged 2 to 18, around 20 of them) gather at one place, for 'Sundarkaand' path (from RamCharitMaanas). The Path is followed by Hanumaan Chalisa and some other rituals. Ofcourse, the whole affair has got family approval now, so more than the kids it's their mummas attending it.
Sunday mornings, it's Chinmaya Mission meeting, where again, all children gather at one place (our home), and we have Geeta path, MahishasurMardini MantrPath (which btw, is a beautiful collection of shlokas, written by Shankaracharya) and after that some discussion about life etc. (that doesnt make much sense for kids aged 10 or so, but mom thinks more than that it's important that they learn to live with all kind of ppl, whether they like them or not - and the meeting is a way to teach them this).
There's more to it. every morning when we drive Nanu for his tennis practice, we recite the twelfth chapter of Geeta (which Nanu has learned by heart, I still have to read it). Last to last time I came, I taught the kids the fifteenth chapter, and now they can as well teach me the twelfth one. For one thing, Nanu's got a clear pronounciation of shlokas and a good understanding of the chhandas and matras which I often find lacking even in girls my age.
All in all, there's at least one benefit - every weekend we get to spend 5 hours together, reason enough for all the religions.
In the end, religion, as Nida Fazli saw it-
"Bachcha bola dekhkar, masjid aalishaan
Allah tere ek ko, itna bada makaan?"
"Andar moorat par chadhe, ghee, poori, mishthan
Mandir ke baahar khada, Eeshwar maange daan"
"Ghar se masjid hai bahut door
Chalo yun kar lein
Kisi rote hue bachche ko
Hansaaya jaaye"
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Maddham-Maddham Teri Geeli Hansi
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Hansti rahe tu hansti rahe
Haya ki laali khilti rahe
Zulf ke neeche garpan pe
Subah-o-shaam milti rahe
Sondhi si hansi teri khilti rahe milti rahe
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Peeli dhoop pahan ke tum
Dekho bag mein mat jaana
Bhanvre tumko sab dekhenge
Phoolon mein mat jaana
Maddham maddham hans de phir se
Sona sona phir se hans de
Taaza gire patte ki tarah
Sabz laal par lete hue
Sat rang hain bahaaron ke ek ada mein lapete hue
Saawan-bhaadon saare tumse
Mausam mausam hanste rahna
Maddham maddham hanste rahna
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Kabhie neele aasmaan par
Chalo ghoomne chale hum
Koi abr mil gaya to
Zameen pe baras lein hum
Teri baali hil gayi hai
Kabhie shab chamak uthi hai
Kabhie raat khil gayi hai
Tere baalon ki panaah mein
Yeh siyaah raat guzre
Teri kaali-kaali aankhein
Koi ujli baat utre
Teri ik hansi ke badle meri yeh zameen le le
Mera aasmaan le le
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Barf giri ho waadi mein
Aur hansi teri goonje
Oon mein lipti simti hui
Baat kare dhuaan nikle
Garm-garm ujla dhuaan
Narm-narm ujla dhuaan
That's why I'm Gulzar's fan! [:)]
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Hansti rahe tu hansti rahe
Haya ki laali khilti rahe
Zulf ke neeche garpan pe
Subah-o-shaam milti rahe
Sondhi si hansi teri khilti rahe milti rahe
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Peeli dhoop pahan ke tum
Dekho bag mein mat jaana
Bhanvre tumko sab dekhenge
Phoolon mein mat jaana
Maddham maddham hans de phir se
Sona sona phir se hans de
Taaza gire patte ki tarah
Sabz laal par lete hue
Sat rang hain bahaaron ke ek ada mein lapete hue
Saawan-bhaadon saare tumse
Mausam mausam hanste rahna
Maddham maddham hanste rahna
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Kabhie neele aasmaan par
Chalo ghoomne chale hum
Koi abr mil gaya to
Zameen pe baras lein hum
Teri baali hil gayi hai
Kabhie shab chamak uthi hai
Kabhie raat khil gayi hai
Tere baalon ki panaah mein
Yeh siyaah raat guzre
Teri kaali-kaali aankhein
Koi ujli baat utre
Teri ik hansi ke badle meri yeh zameen le le
Mera aasmaan le le
Saathiya saathiya maddham maddham teri geeli hansi
Saathiya saathiya sun ke humne saari pee li hansi
Barf giri ho waadi mein
Aur hansi teri goonje
Oon mein lipti simti hui
Baat kare dhuaan nikle
Garm-garm ujla dhuaan
Narm-narm ujla dhuaan
That's why I'm Gulzar's fan! [:)]
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Maa Ki Kursi
Mummy bahut samay se kahti thin vaisi ek kursi ke liye.
Aur phir unke birthday par humne theek vaisi hi kursi unhe gift ki. Unke kamre ke rang se milti-julti, vaisi hi badi aur aaramdaayak jaisi mummy chaahti thin.
Use laakar mummy ke kamre mein rakh diya gaya. Us badi si almaari ke bagal mein, jise mummy ne library bana rakha hai. TV ke theek saamne.
Badi izzat thi us kursi ki. TV par kisi bhi program ya movie se pahle hi turn lag jaati thi ki kaun baithega.
Kursi kya hai, couch hai. Kitni hi kitaabein padh daali hongi us par humne- kabhie baith kar, thak jaao to let kar. Ab to Nanu ki library bhi uske bagal mein hi aa gayi hai.
Mummy ne Jackie Chan ki dasiyon movies us par baith kar dekhi hongi.
Kabhie usi kursi ne bistar ka kaam kiya. Kahne ko sirf ek insaan ke baithne ke hi liye bani hai woh. Par hum sab hi uske ek hatthe par sar rakhkar, aur doosre se pair latkaakar kitni hi baar so chuke hain. Ek baar to school se thak kar aaya Nanu bag-bottle taange hue hi us par so gaya tha. Cheeku Dada ki shaadi ke waqt lahnga pahan kar hi 2 ghante us kursi par sona bhi yaad hai.
Paanch saal ho gaye use aaye hue, aur Sonu ke aaram se khana khaane, Nanu ke sketching se lekar Jhappu ke Board exams tak, sabmein anjaane hi uska naam juda hai.Uske baad bhi kitne hi furniture aaye ghar mein, lekin mummy ke kamre mein rakhi woh kursi aaj bhi utni hi khaas hai sabki.
Shayad isliye ki woh books ke paas aur TV ke saamne hai. Ya isliye ki woh badi aur aaramdaayak hai. Ya shaayad isliye ki woh mummy ki kursi hai, jaisi woh kitne samay se chaahti thin.
Aur phir unke birthday par humne theek vaisi hi kursi unhe gift ki. Unke kamre ke rang se milti-julti, vaisi hi badi aur aaramdaayak jaisi mummy chaahti thin.
Use laakar mummy ke kamre mein rakh diya gaya. Us badi si almaari ke bagal mein, jise mummy ne library bana rakha hai. TV ke theek saamne.
Badi izzat thi us kursi ki. TV par kisi bhi program ya movie se pahle hi turn lag jaati thi ki kaun baithega.
Kursi kya hai, couch hai. Kitni hi kitaabein padh daali hongi us par humne- kabhie baith kar, thak jaao to let kar. Ab to Nanu ki library bhi uske bagal mein hi aa gayi hai.
Mummy ne Jackie Chan ki dasiyon movies us par baith kar dekhi hongi.
Kabhie usi kursi ne bistar ka kaam kiya. Kahne ko sirf ek insaan ke baithne ke hi liye bani hai woh. Par hum sab hi uske ek hatthe par sar rakhkar, aur doosre se pair latkaakar kitni hi baar so chuke hain. Ek baar to school se thak kar aaya Nanu bag-bottle taange hue hi us par so gaya tha. Cheeku Dada ki shaadi ke waqt lahnga pahan kar hi 2 ghante us kursi par sona bhi yaad hai.
Paanch saal ho gaye use aaye hue, aur Sonu ke aaram se khana khaane, Nanu ke sketching se lekar Jhappu ke Board exams tak, sabmein anjaane hi uska naam juda hai.Uske baad bhi kitne hi furniture aaye ghar mein, lekin mummy ke kamre mein rakhi woh kursi aaj bhi utni hi khaas hai sabki.
Shayad isliye ki woh books ke paas aur TV ke saamne hai. Ya isliye ki woh badi aur aaramdaayak hai. Ya shaayad isliye ki woh mummy ki kursi hai, jaisi woh kitne samay se chaahti thin.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Playlist today
Zeehal-e-muskin, makon baranjish, bahaal-e-hizraan bechara dil hai
Sunaayi deti hai jiski dhadkan tumhara dil ya humaara dil hai
Woh aake pehloo mein aise baithe, ki shaam rangeen ho gayi hai
Zara-zara si khili tabiyat, zara si ghamgeen ho gayi hai
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Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Mere haalaat ki aandhi mein bikhar jaaogi
Ranj aur gham ki basti ka main baashinda hoon
Yeh to bas main hoon ki is haal mein bhi zinda hoon
Khwaab kyun dekhoon woh, kal jispe main sharminda hoon
Main jo sharminda hua tum bhi to sharmaaogi
Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Kyun mere saath koi aur pareshaan rahe
Meri duniya hai jo veeran to veeran rahe
Zindagi ka yeh safar tumpe to aasan rahe
Humsafar mujhko banaaogi to pachhtaaogi
Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Ek main kya abhi aayenge deewane kitne
Abhi goonjenge mohabbat ke taraane kitne
Zindagi tumko sunaayegi fasaane kitne
Kyun samajhti ho mujhe bhool nahin paaogi
Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Mere haalaat ki aandhi mein bikhar jaaogi
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Yeh to nahin ke gham nahin
Haan meri aankh nam nahin
Tum bhi to tum nahin ho aaj
Hum bhi to aaj hum nahin
Ab na khushi ki hai khushi
Gham ka bhi ab to gham nahin
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Jinko duniya ki nigaahon se chhupaye rakha
jinko ek umr kaleje se lagaaye rakha
deen jinko, jinhe iimaan banaaye rakha
tune duniya ki nigaahon se jo bach kar likhe
saal-ha-saal mere naam baraabar likhe
kabhie din mein to kabhie raat ko uth kar likhe
teri khushbu mein base khat main jalaata kaise
pyaar mein doobe hue khat main jalaata kaise
teri haathon ke likhe khat main jalaata kaise
tere khat aaj main ganga mein baha aaya hoon
aag bahte hue paani mein laga aaya hoon
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koi yeh kaise bataaye ki woh tanha kyun hai
woh jo apna tha wohi aur kisi ka kyun hai
yahi duniya hai to phir aisi yeh duniya kyun hai
yahi hota hai to aakhir yahi hota kyun hai
ek zara haath badha lein to pakad le daaman
uske seene mein sama jaaye humaari dhadkan
itni qurbat hai to phir faasla itna kyun hai
dil-e-barbaad se nikla nahin ab tak koi
ik lute ghar pe diya karta hai dastak koi
aas jo chhoot gayi phir se bandhaata kyun hai
tum masarrat ka kaho ya ise gham ka rishta
kahte hain pyaar ka rishta hai janam ka rishta
hai janam ka jo yeh rishta to badalta kyun hai
Sunaayi deti hai jiski dhadkan tumhara dil ya humaara dil hai
Woh aake pehloo mein aise baithe, ki shaam rangeen ho gayi hai
Zara-zara si khili tabiyat, zara si ghamgeen ho gayi hai
__________________________________________
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Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Mere haalaat ki aandhi mein bikhar jaaogi
Ranj aur gham ki basti ka main baashinda hoon
Yeh to bas main hoon ki is haal mein bhi zinda hoon
Khwaab kyun dekhoon woh, kal jispe main sharminda hoon
Main jo sharminda hua tum bhi to sharmaaogi
Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Kyun mere saath koi aur pareshaan rahe
Meri duniya hai jo veeran to veeran rahe
Zindagi ka yeh safar tumpe to aasan rahe
Humsafar mujhko banaaogi to pachhtaaogi
Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Ek main kya abhi aayenge deewane kitne
Abhi goonjenge mohabbat ke taraane kitne
Zindagi tumko sunaayegi fasaane kitne
Kyun samajhti ho mujhe bhool nahin paaogi
Pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogi
Mere haalaat ki aandhi mein bikhar jaaogi
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Yeh to nahin ke gham nahin
Haan meri aankh nam nahin
Tum bhi to tum nahin ho aaj
Hum bhi to aaj hum nahin
Ab na khushi ki hai khushi
Gham ka bhi ab to gham nahin
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Jinko duniya ki nigaahon se chhupaye rakha
jinko ek umr kaleje se lagaaye rakha
deen jinko, jinhe iimaan banaaye rakha
tune duniya ki nigaahon se jo bach kar likhe
saal-ha-saal mere naam baraabar likhe
kabhie din mein to kabhie raat ko uth kar likhe
teri khushbu mein base khat main jalaata kaise
pyaar mein doobe hue khat main jalaata kaise
teri haathon ke likhe khat main jalaata kaise
tere khat aaj main ganga mein baha aaya hoon
aag bahte hue paani mein laga aaya hoon
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koi yeh kaise bataaye ki woh tanha kyun hai
woh jo apna tha wohi aur kisi ka kyun hai
yahi duniya hai to phir aisi yeh duniya kyun hai
yahi hota hai to aakhir yahi hota kyun hai
ek zara haath badha lein to pakad le daaman
uske seene mein sama jaaye humaari dhadkan
itni qurbat hai to phir faasla itna kyun hai
dil-e-barbaad se nikla nahin ab tak koi
ik lute ghar pe diya karta hai dastak koi
aas jo chhoot gayi phir se bandhaata kyun hai
tum masarrat ka kaho ya ise gham ka rishta
kahte hain pyaar ka rishta hai janam ka rishta
hai janam ka jo yeh rishta to badalta kyun hai
Sunday, May 08, 2005
After the paper
What you had thought you'd do-
- Sleep
- Packing
- Get all the official work done
- Study for the next to next paper
- Go to the library and get some books issued
- Go shopping you've been putting off for so long
- Sleep
- ...
- ?
- !
- Feel sleepy
- Listen to some crappy remixes
- Write a blog
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Yeah.... but
Yeah I have exams, but I cannot study.
I know I have to study, but cannot decide which subject.
I wanted to read software engg, but dont have the books.
My roomie's arranged the books, but I cannot concentrate.
Yeah I'm hungry, but it's my fast today.
Fast is over, but it's not supper time yet.
Lunch is ready, but it's once again tinda.
I go to the mess, but I'm not hungry anymore.
We have to start with the project, but it's such a stupid one.
We enjoy the work now, but there're so many bugs.
Cured all the bugs at the room pc, but the floppy's got virus.
Finally got the proj on the lab pc, but it just wont compile there.
Got rid of all the lab bugs too, but the program hangs in front of the guide. :((
Yeah our project's ready for demonstration, but the external hasn't reached yet.
He's arrived, but discussing things with the dean now.
Demonstrations have begun, but he's in the other lab.
He'll come to our lab, but it's lunch break now. :((
Wanted to talk, but cannot find the right person.
Okay, anyone'll do, but noone's got time.
Met a friend at last, but s/he just wont understand.
Told all my problems, s/he says "to kya hua?" :((
Wanted to write something, didn't know what.
Decided a topic, but couldn't find words.
Wrote it finally, but it doesn't make sense!!!
I know I have to study, but cannot decide which subject.
I wanted to read software engg, but dont have the books.
My roomie's arranged the books, but I cannot concentrate.
Yeah I'm hungry, but it's my fast today.
Fast is over, but it's not supper time yet.
Lunch is ready, but it's once again tinda.
I go to the mess, but I'm not hungry anymore.
We have to start with the project, but it's such a stupid one.
We enjoy the work now, but there're so many bugs.
Cured all the bugs at the room pc, but the floppy's got virus.
Finally got the proj on the lab pc, but it just wont compile there.
Got rid of all the lab bugs too, but the program hangs in front of the guide. :((
Yeah our project's ready for demonstration, but the external hasn't reached yet.
He's arrived, but discussing things with the dean now.
Demonstrations have begun, but he's in the other lab.
He'll come to our lab, but it's lunch break now. :((
Wanted to talk, but cannot find the right person.
Okay, anyone'll do, but noone's got time.
Met a friend at last, but s/he just wont understand.
Told all my problems, s/he says "to kya hua?" :((
Wanted to write something, didn't know what.
Decided a topic, but couldn't find words.
Wrote it finally, but it doesn't make sense!!!
Friday, April 29, 2005
Kaho Kaise Ho (Ek Kavita)
(Not my own, it's by Chandrasen Virat. And I've edited it)
Laut raha hoon main ateet* se,
Dekhoon pratham tumhare tevar
Mere samay! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main ageya* se
Socha tumse milta jaaun
Mere geet! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main yathaarth* se
Mann ho aaya tumhe bhent loon
Mere swapn! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main videsh se
Sabse pahle kushal poochh loon
Mere desh! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main jangal se
Socha tumhe dekhta jaaun
Mere manuj*! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main bichhoh* se
Pahle tumhe baanh mein bhar loon
Mere pyaar! Kaho kaise ho?
________________________________________
*
0. Ateet - Past
1. Ageya - Sth that cannot be sung
2. Yathaarth - Reality
3. Manuj - Human being
4. Bichhoh - Seperation
Laut raha hoon main ateet* se,
Dekhoon pratham tumhare tevar
Mere samay! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main ageya* se
Socha tumse milta jaaun
Mere geet! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main yathaarth* se
Mann ho aaya tumhe bhent loon
Mere swapn! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main videsh se
Sabse pahle kushal poochh loon
Mere desh! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main jangal se
Socha tumhe dekhta jaaun
Mere manuj*! Kaho kaise ho?
Laut raha hoon main bichhoh* se
Pahle tumhe baanh mein bhar loon
Mere pyaar! Kaho kaise ho?
________________________________________
*
0. Ateet - Past
1. Ageya - Sth that cannot be sung
2. Yathaarth - Reality
3. Manuj - Human being
4. Bichhoh - Seperation
Monday, April 25, 2005
Teachers
I've learnt something from everyone. But there are some I've loved learning from:
1. Lakkad didi (Class-teacher, KinderGarten I)*
2. RL Pandey sir (Social Sciences, Std III, IV and V)
3. Vishnu Kant Tripathi sir (Physics, Std X)
4. Mamta didi (Hindi, Std VIII, IX, X)*
5. Smita jiji (Sanskrit, Std XII)**
6. Kusum Gupta Ma'm (Pascal, C/C++, OOP, BSc I, II, III)***
7. Sanjay K Dwivedi sir (OS, Compiler Designing, MCA III, IV)
_______________________________________________________
*Saraswati Shishu Mandir, Ma'm = Didi
**Banasthali Vidyapith, Ma'm = Jiji
***My favorite! [:-)]
1. Lakkad didi (Class-teacher, KinderGarten I)*
2. RL Pandey sir (Social Sciences, Std III, IV and V)
3. Vishnu Kant Tripathi sir (Physics, Std X)
4. Mamta didi (Hindi, Std VIII, IX, X)*
5. Smita jiji (Sanskrit, Std XII)**
6. Kusum Gupta Ma'm (Pascal, C/C++, OOP, BSc I, II, III)***
7. Sanjay K Dwivedi sir (OS, Compiler Designing, MCA III, IV)
_______________________________________________________
*Saraswati Shishu Mandir, Ma'm = Didi
**Banasthali Vidyapith, Ma'm = Jiji
***My favorite! [:-)]
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Of chori and seenazori
*Lots of Hindi. The ones who have problem with Hindi can skip this one*
Well, if nothing, hostel life aapko chori zaroor sikha deti hai!.
Donno how it's possible, but we're all-time hungry here. "Jab jo milega, chalega!". Aur agar kuchh nahin mila to?... Well, to hum churaayenge!
I remember, it was my first year in hostel. We were six or seven 16-year olds. As usual, har raat humein itni bhookh lagti thi ki maangne ki naubat aa hi jaati thi. Then one day we thought we've had enough! We needed other sources too.
We held a meeting, and it was decided that we'd have to steal. Steal from where? Socha gaya, what better than the hostel store room? It had nothing but bread, and we knew it. But 2-3 packets of breads everynight will do. Plus, there was this adventure-factor, ofcourse! ;-)
The store room was at the end of our wing, and just in front of it was the warden's room. Risk to tha hi, lekin hum bhi khatron ke khilaadi the! Windows of the store room were kept open else the room would get too hot, jo breads ke liye achchha nahin hota. Khidkiyaan khuli hone ka fayda breads ke saath-saath humein bhi mila. The window had rods so that it'd be hard to get our hands inside. Moreover, packets of breads were kept at a distance from the window. So what we did was, we tied a knife at the end of a long wooden stick, and asked a skinny girl to be our partner-in-crime. (We needed her, humaare haath khidk ke andar ghus hi nahin paate) The idea was perfect, on the first night itself we were able to get away with 5-6 packets of bread. :-D
Bas phir kya tha, dastoor chal nikla. Hum har raat ko apni zaroorat ke hisaab se bread le lete the. Imaandaar the, kabhie extra nahin li! ;-) Raatein beetti rahin, warden ko pata bhi nahin chala. Anyway, negligence spells trouble. Ek din jaldi-jaldi mein, humaara auzaar (knife, alongwith the stick ofcourse) Ekta ke haath se chhoot kar us room ke andar gir gaya. There was no way out, hum sab jaake apne-apne rooms mein so gaye.
Next day- At the time of breakfast, the warden sat there on his usual chair, with the 'auzaar' in her hand, anger all over her face. (She looked just like a red-indian chief!). With every girl that entered the mess hall, she had the same question "Yeh tumhara hai?". Girls giggled like they do, everyone knew maajra kya tha! Anyway, criminal ka pata na lagna tha, na laga.
Ek woh din tha aur ek aaj ka din hai, store-room ki khidkiyaan band hi rahti hain.
(*This started our struggle for freedom. In a later incident, some more girls broke the lock of the other store room, and got 50 packets of Maggi and kilos of sugar which they (like true communists ;-) ) distributed among everyone. Equally.*)
Well, if nothing, hostel life aapko chori zaroor sikha deti hai!.
Donno how it's possible, but we're all-time hungry here. "Jab jo milega, chalega!". Aur agar kuchh nahin mila to?... Well, to hum churaayenge!
I remember, it was my first year in hostel. We were six or seven 16-year olds. As usual, har raat humein itni bhookh lagti thi ki maangne ki naubat aa hi jaati thi. Then one day we thought we've had enough! We needed other sources too.
We held a meeting, and it was decided that we'd have to steal. Steal from where? Socha gaya, what better than the hostel store room? It had nothing but bread, and we knew it. But 2-3 packets of breads everynight will do. Plus, there was this adventure-factor, ofcourse! ;-)
The store room was at the end of our wing, and just in front of it was the warden's room. Risk to tha hi, lekin hum bhi khatron ke khilaadi the! Windows of the store room were kept open else the room would get too hot, jo breads ke liye achchha nahin hota. Khidkiyaan khuli hone ka fayda breads ke saath-saath humein bhi mila. The window had rods so that it'd be hard to get our hands inside. Moreover, packets of breads were kept at a distance from the window. So what we did was, we tied a knife at the end of a long wooden stick, and asked a skinny girl to be our partner-in-crime. (We needed her, humaare haath khidk ke andar ghus hi nahin paate) The idea was perfect, on the first night itself we were able to get away with 5-6 packets of bread. :-D
Bas phir kya tha, dastoor chal nikla. Hum har raat ko apni zaroorat ke hisaab se bread le lete the. Imaandaar the, kabhie extra nahin li! ;-) Raatein beetti rahin, warden ko pata bhi nahin chala. Anyway, negligence spells trouble. Ek din jaldi-jaldi mein, humaara auzaar (knife, alongwith the stick ofcourse) Ekta ke haath se chhoot kar us room ke andar gir gaya. There was no way out, hum sab jaake apne-apne rooms mein so gaye.
Next day- At the time of breakfast, the warden sat there on his usual chair, with the 'auzaar' in her hand, anger all over her face. (She looked just like a red-indian chief!). With every girl that entered the mess hall, she had the same question "Yeh tumhara hai?". Girls giggled like they do, everyone knew maajra kya tha! Anyway, criminal ka pata na lagna tha, na laga.
Ek woh din tha aur ek aaj ka din hai, store-room ki khidkiyaan band hi rahti hain.
(*This started our struggle for freedom. In a later incident, some more girls broke the lock of the other store room, and got 50 packets of Maggi and kilos of sugar which they (like true communists ;-) ) distributed among everyone. Equally.*)
Monday, April 18, 2005
Contradiction
Two contradicting thoughts I have had:
1. Live each day as it comes. Be ever-changing, ever-new. Be what the moment expects you to be. Dont cling on. Keep changing your ideas/thoughts as you get inputs. Grow with time.
2. Be constant. Be an integral entity, not a series of ever-changing adjectives. Set your beliefs, and follow them. Dont change with every tick in the clock. Contradictions and denials are not growth. Stand by the idea that is 'you'.
1. Live each day as it comes. Be ever-changing, ever-new. Be what the moment expects you to be. Dont cling on. Keep changing your ideas/thoughts as you get inputs. Grow with time.
2. Be constant. Be an integral entity, not a series of ever-changing adjectives. Set your beliefs, and follow them. Dont change with every tick in the clock. Contradictions and denials are not growth. Stand by the idea that is 'you'.
Friday, March 25, 2005
As Kids - (Part 1) Our escape from home
We were three - Pallavi didi, Sonu (my sis) and me. They're both two years older to me. We had formed this "secret" detective agency, called RP99. It was Richa-Pallavi and their ages. I was not a partner in the firm yet! :P
How serious we were with it! We'd actually go to all sort of weird places, and do real jasoosi. Our targets were usually any odd-looking person, all the patients (we live in doctor's colony), any big houses/kothis, the water tank of our colony (that was such a suspicious-looking place, secluded & dirty), and the crematorium near our colony. :)) In the hot summer afternoons when everyone slept, we'll spend hours looking for clues of any kind of crime. We spared noone. Everyone was either a criminal or a victim. We even had code names. Mine was Rakhi, the others were Rekha and Sridevi I think. What names!! Come to think of it, we were perhaps the most stupid kids around, but blessed with the best imaginations too.
One fine day when we returned home at 7 or 8 pm, having spent the whole afternoon & evening taking notes, keeping eye on all the 'criminals', mumma was furious! We got a good (verbal) thrashing and decided this was not the place for us. We had to find another home for ourselves.
The very next day, we took some bread, a comb and 25 paise each, and set on our journey. Where to go, everyone was keeping an eye on us (so we thought). We just roamed here and there, not talking to anyone, hiding behind trees & bushes for no reason and walking through dried up naalis. At last we saw a big house. Ah! Pallavi didi said "Dekho, hum Nagpur aa gaye. Yeh meri mausi ka ghar hai!"
R: "Andar chalein kya?"
K: "Mausi ghar par to nahin batayengi na?"
P: "Arey hum bas unse milke aur khana kha ke chale jayenge yahan se"
Knock-knock! Standing before us, a policeman with moustaches.
P: (to us) "Lagta hai Mausi ko kisi ne kidnap kar liya hai!"
R: "Bhaago!!"
And we ran for our lives. I hated it. Why did he had to kidnap Mausi, I was so hungy!
A few minutes of walking, and we were in the main market of Rewa. There's a place called Peeli Kothi, which was abandoned then (now it's been converted into a museum). A perfect place for us to live in, we thought! We went to the first floor using the creaky stairs. The first thing that we saw there was the scores of lizards and cobwebs all around us. Shrieking, we ran down the creaky stairs, which almost gave way under out feet.
We went to a shop. "Uncle, paani milega kya?" "!" We sat there, planning what to do next. I wanted to go home, I was so hungry! (I think they were too, but being elder to me they could not say this)
"Arey Sonu, tum log yahan kya kar rahe ho?" It was our uncle. "Munna mama?" (Thank God Rewa was a small place) I dont know of the others, but I was happy. At least I'd get something to eat now. He took us home. Where, before anything, we got lots of scolds and love, all mixed together. I dont know whether mumma was happy or sad or angry. I got to eat my favorite Gulab Jamuns that night. Lots of them.
Looking back at it, it's hard to believe we really did all this. There's so much to be said, I could write a book about our adventures. The Adventures of RP99. (Perhaps that's the reason I like Tom Sawyer, Calvin, Rusty and Swami so much.) :)
How serious we were with it! We'd actually go to all sort of weird places, and do real jasoosi. Our targets were usually any odd-looking person, all the patients (we live in doctor's colony), any big houses/kothis, the water tank of our colony (that was such a suspicious-looking place, secluded & dirty), and the crematorium near our colony. :)) In the hot summer afternoons when everyone slept, we'll spend hours looking for clues of any kind of crime. We spared noone. Everyone was either a criminal or a victim. We even had code names. Mine was Rakhi, the others were Rekha and Sridevi I think. What names!! Come to think of it, we were perhaps the most stupid kids around, but blessed with the best imaginations too.
One fine day when we returned home at 7 or 8 pm, having spent the whole afternoon & evening taking notes, keeping eye on all the 'criminals', mumma was furious! We got a good (verbal) thrashing and decided this was not the place for us. We had to find another home for ourselves.
The very next day, we took some bread, a comb and 25 paise each, and set on our journey. Where to go, everyone was keeping an eye on us (so we thought). We just roamed here and there, not talking to anyone, hiding behind trees & bushes for no reason and walking through dried up naalis. At last we saw a big house. Ah! Pallavi didi said "Dekho, hum Nagpur aa gaye. Yeh meri mausi ka ghar hai!"
R: "Andar chalein kya?"
K: "Mausi ghar par to nahin batayengi na?"
P: "Arey hum bas unse milke aur khana kha ke chale jayenge yahan se"
Knock-knock! Standing before us, a policeman with moustaches.
P: (to us) "Lagta hai Mausi ko kisi ne kidnap kar liya hai!"
R: "Bhaago!!"
And we ran for our lives. I hated it. Why did he had to kidnap Mausi, I was so hungy!
A few minutes of walking, and we were in the main market of Rewa. There's a place called Peeli Kothi, which was abandoned then (now it's been converted into a museum). A perfect place for us to live in, we thought! We went to the first floor using the creaky stairs. The first thing that we saw there was the scores of lizards and cobwebs all around us. Shrieking, we ran down the creaky stairs, which almost gave way under out feet.
We went to a shop. "Uncle, paani milega kya?" "!" We sat there, planning what to do next. I wanted to go home, I was so hungry! (I think they were too, but being elder to me they could not say this)
"Arey Sonu, tum log yahan kya kar rahe ho?" It was our uncle. "Munna mama?" (Thank God Rewa was a small place) I dont know of the others, but I was happy. At least I'd get something to eat now. He took us home. Where, before anything, we got lots of scolds and love, all mixed together. I dont know whether mumma was happy or sad or angry. I got to eat my favorite Gulab Jamuns that night. Lots of them.
Looking back at it, it's hard to believe we really did all this. There's so much to be said, I could write a book about our adventures. The Adventures of RP99. (Perhaps that's the reason I like Tom Sawyer, Calvin, Rusty and Swami so much.) :)
Lyrics: Ajnabi tum jaane-pehchaane se
Nothing special. Was just listening to this song. Kishore da, again.
Film- Hum sab ustaad hain
Music- Laxmikanth Pyarelal
Lyrics- Asad Bhopali
Sung by- Kishore Kumar
Ajnabi
Ajnabi tum jaane pehchane se lagte ho
Ajnabi tum jaane pehchane se lagte ho
Yeh badi ajeeb si baat hai
Ke nayi nayi mulakaat hai
Phir bhi jaane kyon
Ajnabi tum jaane pehchane se lagte ho
Tumne kabhi pyaar kiya tha kisi rahi se
Tumne kabhi pyaar kiya tha kisi rahi se
Tumne kabhi wada kiya tha kisi saathi se
Na woh pyaar raha
Na woh baat rahi
Phir bhi jaane kyon
Ajnabi
Tum jaane pehchane se lagte ho
Ajnabi
Dil me rahe aur hamara dil tod diya
Dil me rahe aur hamara dil tod diya
Saath chale mod pe aake rukh chhod diya
Tum ho kahin
Aur hum kahin
Phir bhi jaane kyon
Ajnabi
Tum jaane pehchane se lagte ho
Yeh badi ajeeb si baat hai
Ke nayi nayi mulakaat hai
Phir bhi jaane kyon
Ajnabi tum jaane pehchane se lagte ho
Ajnabi
Pseudo-Random Thoughts
I feel like a kid who's just found a new toy - life. I love it, I'm in awe of it, and I cant let anyone else be in control of it. It's mine, and there's so much to know about it.
I like the lyrics/music and voice of the (philosophical) songs that Kishore da sang for AB, Rajesh Khanna etc. And the mood too. His voice changes according to the mood. Listen to 'Yeh laal rang', 'Roop tera mastana' and 'Zindagi kaisi hai paheli'.
I hate myself for not studying. I really do.
I wish I were at home this Holi. But then, this is my last Holi in Banasthali. My seventh one.
I had thought life'd get more frustrating after Sonu and Rohini went home, but it's ok.
I've become very self-centered. See how the random thoughts begin with I and revolve around me.
I like the lyrics/music and voice of the (philosophical) songs that Kishore da sang for AB, Rajesh Khanna etc. And the mood too. His voice changes according to the mood. Listen to 'Yeh laal rang', 'Roop tera mastana' and 'Zindagi kaisi hai paheli'.
I hate myself for not studying. I really do.
I wish I were at home this Holi. But then, this is my last Holi in Banasthali. My seventh one.
I had thought life'd get more frustrating after Sonu and Rohini went home, but it's ok.
I've become very self-centered. See how the random thoughts begin with I and revolve around me.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Dil Se
Dil Se - Mani Rathnam's best flick as I see it. Dil Se is a disturbing (somehow) romance set in the backdrop of religious and nationalist fundamentalism, terrorism and violence.
The film's producers claim that the movie is a journey through the seven different shades of love, based on ancient Arabic thought. (I did not know that till today). Hub(attraction), Uns(infatuation), Ishq(love), Adiqat(reverence), Ibaadat(worship), Junoon(obsession), and finally, Maut(death). Bewitching, isnt it?
And lyricist Gulzar has captured all the seven shades in a single song, Satrangi Re. No wonder I find it one of the best songs ever written (and composed/sung). See the best of ARR in the compositions. All the songs stand apart, my favorite ones being Satrangi Re, Dil Se Re and Aye Ajnabee, though noone can deny Sukhwinder the credit for Chhaiya-Chhaiya.
Cinematography by Santosh Sivan is extraordinary. From the high altitude deserts of the north, to the pal,-fringed beaches of the south, India is shown in all her glory. And at her best.
Excellent performances by SRK and Manisha. Preity at her bubbly best (acted well too). And Manisha looks stunningly beautiful.
The story/screenplay was by Manirathnam himself I think. A very different movie. Sad that people could not understand it. Else they'd have loved it like I do.
The film's producers claim that the movie is a journey through the seven different shades of love, based on ancient Arabic thought. (I did not know that till today). Hub(attraction), Uns(infatuation), Ishq(love), Adiqat(reverence), Ibaadat(worship), Junoon(obsession), and finally, Maut(death). Bewitching, isnt it?
And lyricist Gulzar has captured all the seven shades in a single song, Satrangi Re. No wonder I find it one of the best songs ever written (and composed/sung). See the best of ARR in the compositions. All the songs stand apart, my favorite ones being Satrangi Re, Dil Se Re and Aye Ajnabee, though noone can deny Sukhwinder the credit for Chhaiya-Chhaiya.
Cinematography by Santosh Sivan is extraordinary. From the high altitude deserts of the north, to the pal,-fringed beaches of the south, India is shown in all her glory. And at her best.
Excellent performances by SRK and Manisha. Preity at her bubbly best (acted well too). And Manisha looks stunningly beautiful.
The story/screenplay was by Manirathnam himself I think. A very different movie. Sad that people could not understand it. Else they'd have loved it like I do.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
I'm sick of
My perpetual headache
Sleeping too much
Not feeling good
Trying to be good
Failing badly at being good
Trying to make others happy
Failing badly at it too
Working a lot
Not working when and where needed
Meetings
Lectures
Bunking lectures
Parties and treats
Talking to people
(Even more) Talking to myself
Not getting (wanting) to talk
Sleeping too much
Not feeling good
Trying to be good
Failing badly at being good
Trying to make others happy
Failing badly at it too
Working a lot
Not working when and where needed
Meetings
Lectures
Bunking lectures
Parties and treats
Talking to people
(Even more) Talking to myself
Not getting (wanting) to talk
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Bollywood - Faces I've noticed lately
Sushant Singh-
First saw him in The Legend of Bhagat Singh. Rajkumar Santoshi could not have chosen a better actor for portraying Sukhdev. His buoyancy was a perfect match for Ajay Devgan's intensity. Watched Jungle (he got a well-deserved Filmfare for it), Kaun and 16th December after TLoBS. And could not help but pat my back for the choice I have in movies, and actors. :D
Atul Kulkarni-
Even though I haven't watched his much acclaimed Satta, he's been outstanding in Khakee, 88 Antop Hills and Page 3. A very good actor, another one from the theatres.
Sandhya Mridul-
Was lovely in Saathiya (as Rani's sis, Deena) and better still in Page 3, as the ambitious, practical girl Pearl.
Sonali Kulkarni-
She never got the roles, or appreciation she deserved. Didnt she complement Saif perfectly in DCH? And does anyone remember the sweet, understanding wife in Pyar Tune Kya kiya? Given a chance, she can prove her worth even though she's not the 'star material' as they call it.
Rahul Bose-
Mr and mrs Ayyar, Jhankar Beats, Everybody Says I'm Fine, Chameli - he's been praised, but could never make his mark in the mainstream cinema. Lack of good roles, again. (I've seen only Jhankar Beats, and LOVED him in it).
Nagesh Kukunoor-
Teen Deewarein, the movie, was different and I liked it. And it was in it that I noticed Nagesh Kukunoor the actor. He acted brilliantly, and stood out even amongst the likes of Naseeruddin Shah and Juhi Chawla. Haven't watched Hyderabad Blues yet, but have heard it's another one of his good performances.
John Abraham-
He's hyped, 'coz he's been a supermodel, and now he's being liked as an actor too. Many hate him for this. But from what I see, he is a good actor, even if we forget his looks or physique. Liked his acting in Paap, Jism, Dhoom and Saaya.
Juhi Chawla-
:))
Well, watch out for her in Jhankar Beats and Teen Deewarein. Cannot help but love her!
First saw him in The Legend of Bhagat Singh. Rajkumar Santoshi could not have chosen a better actor for portraying Sukhdev. His buoyancy was a perfect match for Ajay Devgan's intensity. Watched Jungle (he got a well-deserved Filmfare for it), Kaun and 16th December after TLoBS. And could not help but pat my back for the choice I have in movies, and actors. :D
Atul Kulkarni-
Even though I haven't watched his much acclaimed Satta, he's been outstanding in Khakee, 88 Antop Hills and Page 3. A very good actor, another one from the theatres.
Sandhya Mridul-
Was lovely in Saathiya (as Rani's sis, Deena) and better still in Page 3, as the ambitious, practical girl Pearl.
Sonali Kulkarni-
She never got the roles, or appreciation she deserved. Didnt she complement Saif perfectly in DCH? And does anyone remember the sweet, understanding wife in Pyar Tune Kya kiya? Given a chance, she can prove her worth even though she's not the 'star material' as they call it.
Rahul Bose-
Mr and mrs Ayyar, Jhankar Beats, Everybody Says I'm Fine, Chameli - he's been praised, but could never make his mark in the mainstream cinema. Lack of good roles, again. (I've seen only Jhankar Beats, and LOVED him in it).
Nagesh Kukunoor-
Teen Deewarein, the movie, was different and I liked it. And it was in it that I noticed Nagesh Kukunoor the actor. He acted brilliantly, and stood out even amongst the likes of Naseeruddin Shah and Juhi Chawla. Haven't watched Hyderabad Blues yet, but have heard it's another one of his good performances.
John Abraham-
He's hyped, 'coz he's been a supermodel, and now he's being liked as an actor too. Many hate him for this. But from what I see, he is a good actor, even if we forget his looks or physique. Liked his acting in Paap, Jism, Dhoom and Saaya.
Juhi Chawla-
:))
Well, watch out for her in Jhankar Beats and Teen Deewarein. Cannot help but love her!
Friday, February 11, 2005
Life's like that!
It takes the most unexpected turns. And makes you do the most unexpected things - things you have not even thought about until a moment ago, you do them as if that's what was meant to be done.
You buy a new house, the kind that you've always wanted. If there's an earthquake can you do anything but to leave it and come out in the open? 'Coz you know you can always build a new house, brick by brick. But if you stay in it, not wanting to lose it, you might lose everything!
You'll miss it for some days, cry for it perhaps, but life goes on. You find a new house, you start decorating it. It might not be easy, but it's fun if you find the right colors for the walls, the right furniture, the right curtains, the right people to share it with.
Changes are difficult, but inevitable. You have to learn to live with them.
You buy a new house, the kind that you've always wanted. If there's an earthquake can you do anything but to leave it and come out in the open? 'Coz you know you can always build a new house, brick by brick. But if you stay in it, not wanting to lose it, you might lose everything!
You'll miss it for some days, cry for it perhaps, but life goes on. You find a new house, you start decorating it. It might not be easy, but it's fun if you find the right colors for the walls, the right furniture, the right curtains, the right people to share it with.
Changes are difficult, but inevitable. You have to learn to live with them.
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