why is it so you are not just another girl to me
why is it so you are dearest to me
why is it so I find myself in you
why is it so I want no one after you
why am I not bothered when you are dressed badly
why do I always feel proud when you look gorgeous
why do I always feel being around you is best I can do
why do I always want to listen to you
how have I developed interest in skin and chemistry
how happy I feel when you ‘top’ the university
how much do I pray you are never alone
how much do I fear you will be gone
why do I seek your presence in my moments of loneliness
why do I wish you were near in my moments of happiness
why do I always want to express something to you
why can’t I tell how much I love you
why do I feel you were with me when it rains
why do I feel you were with me when it pains
why do I wish you were the only one I wished for
why do I believe you are the only one I wish for
why do I want to run up to you and hold you in my arms
why do I want to hear your heart beat faster when we dance
why do I want to see you sleep peacefully
why do I wish you are always happy
why is it so that I find ways to talk to you
why is it so that I cant find anyone like you
why is it so you are not just another girl to me
why is it so you have become so important to me
why do I wish to see you in my rear view mirror
why do I want to take you far from here
why do I want to hold your hand
why do I try to keep holding sand
why is the journey meaningless when you are not with me
why is it so you are not just another girl to me
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Bloom with the Spring!!
Yes, I have...(you may hold your hand close to your ears to yell .. Naahhhiiiii) dared to write few poems. Sometimes to express myself, sometimes to make someone feel happy, sometimes to remember how beautiful moon can appear when you see night sky lit with stars, spread over a small township in the valley, which imitates the sky above with the light of numerous bulbs escaping from the closely huddled houses.
This picture was painted when we were looking at Solan from the road while returning from Shimla. I was one amongst few lucky people in the bus perched on window seat measuring the depth of valleys at every turn.
About this particular poem, it was written when I had to gather strength for myself. It is the weakness of human relations that makes us work hard to sustain them. Sometimes the work works (for lucky people), sometimes it does not.
BLOOM WITH THE SPRING!!
I AM BORN AGAIN
though I never died
there was a storm inside
with no place to hide
running away from myself
towards none, no solace
for my aching heart
determination got in control
few sweet words, little rock'n'roll
brought my senses close,
I chose
to find a new road,
to reform my destiny
like passengers greet
and share moments of happiness
to overcome their lonliness
to while away the journey
I met everyone who crossed my way
that stranger was the keystone
a foundation
fort to build upon
but the life was mean
accomodating only the
most keen
destination is the end of it all
caravan has to move on
in search of spring
to nourish my thirsty soul
strangers may be special,
desires apparently unreal,
aim being success,
life continues to stay restless
here is my life;
re-energised,
with all new goals
and a new design
for a spacious new fort
for me
This picture was painted when we were looking at Solan from the road while returning from Shimla. I was one amongst few lucky people in the bus perched on window seat measuring the depth of valleys at every turn.
About this particular poem, it was written when I had to gather strength for myself. It is the weakness of human relations that makes us work hard to sustain them. Sometimes the work works (for lucky people), sometimes it does not.
BLOOM WITH THE SPRING!!
I AM BORN AGAIN
though I never died
there was a storm inside
with no place to hide
running away from myself
towards none, no solace
for my aching heart
determination got in control
few sweet words, little rock'n'roll
brought my senses close,
I chose
to find a new road,
to reform my destiny
like passengers greet
and share moments of happiness
to overcome their lonliness
to while away the journey
I met everyone who crossed my way
that stranger was the keystone
a foundation
fort to build upon
but the life was mean
accomodating only the
most keen
destination is the end of it all
caravan has to move on
in search of spring
to nourish my thirsty soul
strangers may be special,
desires apparently unreal,
aim being success,
life continues to stay restless
here is my life;
re-energised,
with all new goals
and a new design
for a spacious new fort
for me
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Google and Me - Our first professional association
I am a fan of Google. I have felt an association with the name since the time I first came to know about it. First thing that I googled on Google was ‘google’ to know what it means and why it means so. I have always taken pride in searching for immense volume of relevant information that was required for MBA presentations. My group members almost relied on me. Searching for information on Google was just like having a card up my sleeve. I remember, I was first to raise my hand when a senior named Nischal, entered our classroom of MBA freshers and asked “Who amongst you is best on Google?”
Nobody in the 2007 class of MBA-IB, Sec-C at Amity will ever forget a presentation on Google by our group that comprised of Arpit, Bharat, Biplav and Chayan. Assignment was to discuss Google as a ‘Product’. It was our first presentation on Marketing to be made to Mr. Vikram Barara.
Our group had four good-quality members. Biplav – a captivating speaker with a baritone, trained on voice-delivery platform to redress issues faced by a bank’s customers in UK. Arpit – a never-in-doubt person, who can take a stance and stay firm on it. Chayan – his greatness is his modesty, an unassuming person with keen sense to look the things in the way they are and finally ME. I too speak well in presentations and rely most on having a solid background research on the topic.
We have planned that Arpit will start the presentation giving details about what Google is, its meaning, founders, purpose etc. As he performed his part, I chipped in a bit early to take care of details without which, the research done beforehand would not have been visible. Consequently, the volume of words that left my tongue were too much for the audience to take from a single person in a group presentation. At this point, all could see that Mr Barara was done with his judging work and was waiting for things to get over. As people call it we were going through the emotions.
Here, let me add that by analyzing the previous groups presentations, we had more or less cracked what Mr Barara was looking for. As the groups came, presented and left, Mr Barara’s uneasiness was apparent. He wanted incisive information. He wanted ‘data’ in support of any claim made during the presentation.
So be it. He wants data, we will show data. A research or presentation serves its purpose only if the audience shows interest in it. We had thus included in our presentation, charts depicting trend of increasing popularity of Google over Microsoft or any other search engine. This was the strongest part of presentation and we wanted Biplav to cover it. So, as I completed my verbiage and Biplav’s turn came he was expected to perform. Did he do well!! Yes, he did extremely well. So well that Mr. Barara was delighted, ecstatic, thrilled and he smiled too. Actually, this also helped Biplav to create a platform of discussions with Mr Barara during the remaining semesters.
Chayan, being an IT engineer, followed up the presentation to detail the Page Crawl and Page Rank technology followed by Google. As we reached the end of the presentation, a few questions were asked in very customary manner. They were all tackled well, thanks to the research work done in advance. By the time, class mates got over with their questions, Mr Barara felt uneasy again. This time, a question was running berserk in his mind. He said “Just tell me one thing and you are through. Is Google a product or a service?”
This was a googly on Google by the veteran bowler, Mr Barara. It could not be lofted above the infield as this delivery had the venom to infect all 4 batsmen in one go. My team could not have endured any such attack.
I planted a front foot forward to get to the pitch of the microphone, and quipped “Google is a product for the company but to the users, it provides a service.”
Mr Barara judged the reply as valid and asked me to study more on that. His final verdict was 9 on 10 and my group had received many congratulations by that time.
Nobody in the 2007 class of MBA-IB, Sec-C at Amity will ever forget a presentation on Google by our group that comprised of Arpit, Bharat, Biplav and Chayan. Assignment was to discuss Google as a ‘Product’. It was our first presentation on Marketing to be made to Mr. Vikram Barara.
Our group had four good-quality members. Biplav – a captivating speaker with a baritone, trained on voice-delivery platform to redress issues faced by a bank’s customers in UK. Arpit – a never-in-doubt person, who can take a stance and stay firm on it. Chayan – his greatness is his modesty, an unassuming person with keen sense to look the things in the way they are and finally ME. I too speak well in presentations and rely most on having a solid background research on the topic.
We have planned that Arpit will start the presentation giving details about what Google is, its meaning, founders, purpose etc. As he performed his part, I chipped in a bit early to take care of details without which, the research done beforehand would not have been visible. Consequently, the volume of words that left my tongue were too much for the audience to take from a single person in a group presentation. At this point, all could see that Mr Barara was done with his judging work and was waiting for things to get over. As people call it we were going through the emotions.
Here, let me add that by analyzing the previous groups presentations, we had more or less cracked what Mr Barara was looking for. As the groups came, presented and left, Mr Barara’s uneasiness was apparent. He wanted incisive information. He wanted ‘data’ in support of any claim made during the presentation.
So be it. He wants data, we will show data. A research or presentation serves its purpose only if the audience shows interest in it. We had thus included in our presentation, charts depicting trend of increasing popularity of Google over Microsoft or any other search engine. This was the strongest part of presentation and we wanted Biplav to cover it. So, as I completed my verbiage and Biplav’s turn came he was expected to perform. Did he do well!! Yes, he did extremely well. So well that Mr. Barara was delighted, ecstatic, thrilled and he smiled too. Actually, this also helped Biplav to create a platform of discussions with Mr Barara during the remaining semesters.
Chayan, being an IT engineer, followed up the presentation to detail the Page Crawl and Page Rank technology followed by Google. As we reached the end of the presentation, a few questions were asked in very customary manner. They were all tackled well, thanks to the research work done in advance. By the time, class mates got over with their questions, Mr Barara felt uneasy again. This time, a question was running berserk in his mind. He said “Just tell me one thing and you are through. Is Google a product or a service?”
This was a googly on Google by the veteran bowler, Mr Barara. It could not be lofted above the infield as this delivery had the venom to infect all 4 batsmen in one go. My team could not have endured any such attack.
I planted a front foot forward to get to the pitch of the microphone, and quipped “Google is a product for the company but to the users, it provides a service.”
Mr Barara judged the reply as valid and asked me to study more on that. His final verdict was 9 on 10 and my group had received many congratulations by that time.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Spirit of 'A City of Maals'
Talking about the spirit of A City of Maals, is it about the city or its people who lend charm to the city?
Is it something inside the non-believer that needs fine tuning?
Is the desire to seek the spirit of city real?
Is it just more convenient to put blame on others saying they posses a not-so-accepting nature?
Consider this, you are on the floor of Odyssey (disc in A City of Maals) where you have been invited by your office mates. Most parties in Gurgaon, unlike Delhi are office parties. Intent is more inclined towards free alcohol then beholding babes in your eyes. You will not get a chance to see any charming maiden, who you would want to bowl over, thus casting darkness in the scene for people like me who don’t drink because of some self-made rules.
Back to being alone, err.. did I talk about being alone anywhere before… Nopes!! But it is most obvious thing in office parties. You will stand near to the person who accompanies you for lunch in office everyday. Add to it, outsiders are not allowed. You cant get your best friend to enjoy with you and he has most probably dropped you outside the entrance and left for home, with a concerned advice to not to drink much and to give a call so that he can come and pick up your swaying and dancing body; entranced by the beats of music and tequila shots.
But now that you are in, what else do you expect. Really thumping music.. music that makes you want to lose yourself, music that brings all the strange people from office together, music that is sufficient call for people to shed any mask of rigidity or sternness or any other characteristic that marks superior-subordinate relationship.
You add a floor that glitters with LEDs, hang a globe-light (that is what I would call it) that rotates and revolves and mix a peppy Kajra re, kajra re.. tere kale kale naina.. with Aye Ganpat, chal daaru la… followed with ek glassi, do glassi for the insane hooligans holding Khamba in their hands.. and you have it. Best blend of whisky that you will find anywhere. Whisky blended with desire to seek fun.. outright fun.. desire that sometimes peeps out through the shirt stained by the beer that flew in the air when DJ gave a call to PUTTYO HANS UP IN DA AIR… did you notice rhyming… rapper in me showed its head for a moment.
Being a part of this crazy environment makes you feel involved, connected to the larger spirit. Watching everything that is going around in the strategically-illuminated-darkness, you feel you are the one who is being focused upon by everybody. All eyes seem to fall on to you, looking for an affirmative when they ask “This place is fun, isn’t it”. And your body reciprocates by holding the ‘head banging’ for a moment and releasing a smile for those eyes. Did you notice the spirit there!!
The spirit that has molded your desire and urged you to stay till the last human on the floor wants your company. That, I think, is the kind of belongingness you want to feel all your life. Welcome to Gurgaon!!
Is it something inside the non-believer that needs fine tuning?
Is the desire to seek the spirit of city real?
Is it just more convenient to put blame on others saying they posses a not-so-accepting nature?
Consider this, you are on the floor of Odyssey (disc in A City of Maals) where you have been invited by your office mates. Most parties in Gurgaon, unlike Delhi are office parties. Intent is more inclined towards free alcohol then beholding babes in your eyes. You will not get a chance to see any charming maiden, who you would want to bowl over, thus casting darkness in the scene for people like me who don’t drink because of some self-made rules.
Back to being alone, err.. did I talk about being alone anywhere before… Nopes!! But it is most obvious thing in office parties. You will stand near to the person who accompanies you for lunch in office everyday. Add to it, outsiders are not allowed. You cant get your best friend to enjoy with you and he has most probably dropped you outside the entrance and left for home, with a concerned advice to not to drink much and to give a call so that he can come and pick up your swaying and dancing body; entranced by the beats of music and tequila shots.
But now that you are in, what else do you expect. Really thumping music.. music that makes you want to lose yourself, music that brings all the strange people from office together, music that is sufficient call for people to shed any mask of rigidity or sternness or any other characteristic that marks superior-subordinate relationship.
You add a floor that glitters with LEDs, hang a globe-light (that is what I would call it) that rotates and revolves and mix a peppy Kajra re, kajra re.. tere kale kale naina.. with Aye Ganpat, chal daaru la… followed with ek glassi, do glassi for the insane hooligans holding Khamba in their hands.. and you have it. Best blend of whisky that you will find anywhere. Whisky blended with desire to seek fun.. outright fun.. desire that sometimes peeps out through the shirt stained by the beer that flew in the air when DJ gave a call to PUTTYO HANS UP IN DA AIR… did you notice rhyming… rapper in me showed its head for a moment.
Being a part of this crazy environment makes you feel involved, connected to the larger spirit. Watching everything that is going around in the strategically-illuminated-darkness, you feel you are the one who is being focused upon by everybody. All eyes seem to fall on to you, looking for an affirmative when they ask “This place is fun, isn’t it”. And your body reciprocates by holding the ‘head banging’ for a moment and releasing a smile for those eyes. Did you notice the spirit there!!
The spirit that has molded your desire and urged you to stay till the last human on the floor wants your company. That, I think, is the kind of belongingness you want to feel all your life. Welcome to Gurgaon!!
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