Gud mng...

Gud mng!
:)
A bright morning...the air is chilled...n am feelin cold! :(
N am in ofc...

I seem to be thinking of Kuwait since the time I woke up this mng...guess, it's t cold climate...How I used to hate winters n love summers...
I always told myself the sun's beautiful...n it's so lively with bright sun-rays all around. But the winter...it simply pushes me bak to my quilt - no matter wat! I hate having to fight with myself every morning...to wake up or not to wake up...to go or not to...to throw the alarm or not to...
Aah...wat a conflict right in the beginning of the day!

Nyways...am here @ office today after all that conflict :)

Chao...c ya...
:)

Nuthin much...

Din't key in anything yesterday...eh?
I know...kinda got lazy, I guess...

N today too...am almost done for t day...
Wat do I talk about? I dunno....
Nyways! thr isn't a rule in t constitution that says...I must type in something every 48 hours or so...right? So...I can be fine n just get going for t day, na?

Hhmm...so me off...
Din't have a great day...lemme smhow get myself to smile for t rest of t day...

Bye for now!
:)

Bebasi Jurm Hai...Hausla Jurm Hai...

Gud mng :)

Yeah, yet another day!
Hhmmm...so tat line in t title..."Bebasi Jurm Hai...Hausla Jurm Hai..."
It's a close friend's status line in GTalk. N it set me thinking...

If both weakness and determination is a crime...then, what isn't?
What about strength? Is strength a crime? Not in my world atleast...but I've heard n read quite a bit - words that try hard to prove, minds that struggle to prove that strength is a crime.

Heard of honour killing?
In a way, it's better not heard - but if you've kinda overheard it, you wouldn't be able to chuck it and walk past...like now, you've just read this out here!
So - what do you think is honour killing? Yeah! Right...Killing in the name of honour...restoration of honour thru crime! Amazing isn't it?
Na..na...thr isn't much to worry about...
Coz it's just about taking life to restore a "FAMILY's" honour...it's just about father or brother strangling the daughter/sister to death...or better still burning her alive, coz she loved someone...coz they suspected she loved someone...coz she did somethin that brought shame unto them...

Am happy in my world...in my world honour isn't about takin life...it's about giving it away...
Life doesn't begin n end with honour...but it sustains through humanity.

Will write more about this soon...need to get bak to work for now...

N yeah...just got t remians of those lines...here it goes:

"Ae sanam tere baare mein kuch sooch kar,
Apne baare mein kuch soochna jurm hai;
Bebasi jurm hai...hausla jurm hai..."

:)

Weekend flicks...

Gud day to u!
:)

Hhmm...today is Monday...
So, there's a tinge of Monday-blues in me :( n I don't like it!

Chalo, lemme chuck it n talk about somthin' else.
Hhhmmm....oh yeah! Maybe about Aaja Nachle :)
The very thot is so nice n graceful...yeah! Madhuri...
One should watch the movie just for her, I mean, if you kinda like her, her smile, her jhatkas and her grace-personified persona...
Simply loved her in t flick...the movie doesn't hav a different story, strong emotions or nythin...quite subtle when compared to the various stiwts in the tale that happen. But again! Madhuri...the diva. Am not sure if she's the best actress around...but her grace, her smile is a feast for one's eye :)

I also saw "Goal"...Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal...
Am not sure, if wud've watched the movie out of interest, but saw this coz someone wanted to...n I thot...y not! Atleast I got myself to watch football for like an hour or so for the first time in ma life!
Hhmm, so wat did I like about t movie...Arshad Warsi n Boman Irani...
Got to learn a few things about Football (so, tat makes it a learning experience for me.) I kept askin him (the person I accompanied) qs now n then...n he was patient enuf to clarify them to me. My sis was like "U wanna watch Goal?!!??, U sure chech?" But then, she too felt t flick was OK...
Maybe they tried to evoke the same kinda enthu n feelings, the way Chak De India did - but guess, they din't do a gud job in tat regard :(

Hhmm...so, that's about it for now :)
Shall get back soon...

:)

:)

Gud morning :)

So, that's the end of ctrl + c and ctrl + v ;)

This time I need to pen down...n am in office!
Shall get back and keep tapping on this keyboard.

:)

All the shades in life!

I love colors! Life is meant to be colorful to me...n so, this one is for all the shades in life!

Here it goes:

Aren't colors all about what we feel?
The bright, light, dark and deep,
Is what you, me and all, within us, keep.

Lavender...the cool one around,
He helps me feel - the world is soft,
The world isn't all that rough.

Yellow...the brighter of the lot...
She ignites a spark in me,Of what??
Maybe jealousy...But when have I last felt jealous??

Green...she's a sweetheart,
Makes me feel fresh, peaceful n nice.
I like her cousin though...lime-green,S
mart, bright and forever refreshing!

Oh, lemme not forget Red!
The angry woman!
Or is she more about passion?
I still need to figure out...

Oh Black! How I love him...
He's all mystery!
Helps me hide all around him.
I love him on me as well...
Accompanied for a woman...he makes her elegant!

Grey...I'd rather stay away.
Am not sure if Ilike this hue...
For grey areas are always to be unsure of!
I'd prefer stayin away from the gresyishes of my life too...

How can I forget the baby?
Pinky rose?S
he's a bundle of cuteness...
Sweet, cute, soft and loveable forever!

Yeah...it's all around!
White...Like the peaceful feeling it exibhits...
Calmness, neatness, but wonder if I'd ever be able to live thru it!

N when I think of it...
One of the largest families in huekind...
Blues...Baby-blue, Happy-blue, Sky-blue...
Peacock-blue, Sea-blue and more!
Not sure what to say of...
But it's there, none can escape it!
Never can I also...

:)

I like this one...

Wrote this one day after this incident hapnd on the road to me...t girl set me thinking...

No one...yet, someone...

As I walked past a signal last evening...i felt a force pulling my kameez...was wondering what it was. I turned around to look, what it was...and it was a tender hand.

A fragile hand, with quite a bit of dirt covering it pulled my kameez...That hand fell against my black suit...I looked at the owner of that fragile hands...A girl barely aged 10...she stretched out her palm at me. I knew what she wanted - I dug my hand into my purse and gave her two-rupee-coin. She seemed to be happy...because I guess that's what a smile means...and she walked off.

I then, walked off and got into a Café Coffee Day, waiting for someone I intended to spend time with…Or maybe, I died to spend time with.But then something struck me…what did that stretched out hand mean? Was it just a coin that she asked for? Or did those bright eyes…ask me for more…? Or maybe they wanted to ask for more…
Am not sure…but din’t she smile when I handed over that coin to her…when that piece of metal touched that tender skin??

Every time, I walk on a footpath and some child comes and extends their hands for alms...I wonder…is that what they actually want? But if I’ve ever tried to stand at that point and think hard…trying to figure out their needs in life, the child…ends up clinging to my legs. You know how that feels?To feel that here’s a life clinging to you for something…even when you have no bonds, binding you to that life. Maybe no bonds…no blood-relations…maybe nothing you could explain…but there’s something that makes you feel desperate.

Nothing better happened last evening either…I ended that relation with a two-rupee-coin. There were all possibilities that it would’ve ended on a lower scale…if my hand would’ve pulled out a one-rupee-coin! Guess, that girl is stronger than the two-rupee-coin…and any money amount of money in the world. I might have given her a trivial amount of my hard-earned money…and she’ll forget me. But look at me! Am still thinking of her…writing about her…still trying to understand her…and I think, I like that tender being for that…

:)

Can't remember...

Can't really remember when I last scribbled a poem...
Not tat am ny great at it...but still! Lol..my memory's bad...

Chalo, nyways...
Am just going to cut and paste t poems I had written long ago.

Here goes the first one:

Jannath, mauth ki duniya mein nahin hotha…
Jannath, mauth ki duniya mein nahin hotha…
Humaare rooh ki mauth se pehle hi…jannath hotha hai.

Hum tum kya doond nikaalenge jannath ko?
Hum tum kya doond nikaalenge jannath ko?
Woh jannath jo hum mein khud kho gaya hai…

Mujhe aaj laga hai ki,
Jannath oopar hi nahin…neeche bhi hotha hai…
Neeche mere pairon mein bhi jannath hai.
Ajeeb sa khayaal hai, par sache dil se keh rahi hoon…
Mere ghunguroo ki har thadap se,
Mera jannath mere kareeb aatha hai…

:)

An attempt to preserve my words...

Yeah...

So, as I said earlier this is my god-knows-which(th) trial!
Shall post the links, just so that I don't lose them :)

http://lemmethinkntalkhere.wordpress.com/
http://duaa-aprayer.blogspot.com/

That's a couple of them...baaki ka will follow, as and when I find them :)

Bye...keep smiling 4ever!

May I laugh at myself?

Yeah, I am laughing at myself...

This is my nth trial to keep a blog going...
But God knows the best , where this will head!

Chalo...am just going to try as ever! Gosh! Don't I ever get bored of trying?
Hmm...

Bye for now!
Chao...Keep smiling!
:)