MAkes HYderAbaD FeelS PRoud_SanIa MiRzA
TRuely JUstifieD By Me
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
found dead in the living.
found dead in the living.
i am shattered and stuck..
here in isolation, i speak my voice
in real i cry not a tear
its life, i let it pass
not this once but time after time.
is it me? or the time?
a phase like in a rhyme?
i ask, head held high
ready for the drop high up
from the sky.
i wait, yet again
to find all the remains
giving that second chance
a change, i tell myself
wait, patience pays
day after day i see no tear,
no drop of rain
just a little fear
fear to try, fear to fly
beyond the mountains and the skys
why cant i be more clear?
is it a dream? or is it real?
i am beyond sorrow and pain
yes, thats what i see it to be
loved and felt all that could be
there must be more i know
i still breathe, with blood in my veins
what is this? it comes again and again
like the wind, the breeze
the ripples and sunshine
i see it has no beggining or an end,
a wheel turning again, yet again
far away, i see her go
an angel i know.
a silent prayer is all i say
oh please! take me with you
no sound, no cry
just something i passed by
is it vague? let me be
thats how it is; a cage
no voice, no light
some hope and a will to fight
stronger after each rain
each wash.
the lanes i pass,
dont breathe the last
theres life i see
i know. i am living time again.
i am shattered and stuck..
here in isolation, i speak my voice
in real i cry not a tear
its life, i let it pass
not this once but time after time.
is it me? or the time?
a phase like in a rhyme?
i ask, head held high
ready for the drop high up
from the sky.
i wait, yet again
to find all the remains
giving that second chance
a change, i tell myself
wait, patience pays
day after day i see no tear,
no drop of rain
just a little fear
fear to try, fear to fly
beyond the mountains and the skys
why cant i be more clear?
is it a dream? or is it real?
i am beyond sorrow and pain
yes, thats what i see it to be
loved and felt all that could be
there must be more i know
i still breathe, with blood in my veins
what is this? it comes again and again
like the wind, the breeze
the ripples and sunshine
i see it has no beggining or an end,
a wheel turning again, yet again
far away, i see her go
an angel i know.
a silent prayer is all i say
oh please! take me with you
no sound, no cry
just something i passed by
is it vague? let me be
thats how it is; a cage
no voice, no light
some hope and a will to fight
stronger after each rain
each wash.
the lanes i pass,
dont breathe the last
theres life i see
i know. i am living time again.
Swooping Malls and Whopping Walls.
Swooping Malls and Whopping Walls.
Sounds inviting … what is it about the activity - shopping? Some would say that shopping is an amazing stress buster! Some may say it is something that rejuvenates them, for some it might be the time to socialize while for quite a few of us its the time to let your hair loose, grab your wallet and zoom to the place where you find it all – the mall.
For me shopping at a mall entails a whole day outing! A family picnic or ‘freak-out’ time with my friends. Whatever the reason might be, I know that at the end of the day even though each and every nerve in my leg and head might be ready to burst… I am satisfied.
During the first days of college when I was a fresher, most of the time had money enough just to travel by bus and time enough (through strategic bunking) to visit a mall almost every second day! and I did.
Music, AC, Perfumes, glitter, clothing, accessories, shoes, and all the hullabaloo was inviting-. What more? All we had to do is whisper the word ‘sale’ the next moment you wouldn’t even catch a shadow of us.
The best times were near the changing room, after rummaging through all the stuff we would head towards them and there it would begin… the shrieks and laughter, the giggles and the muffled cries of ‘oops this doesn’t fit me’ or ‘whoa! You look stunning’ andd more laughter!
Now a days, I do go to the mall… but not to window shop and freak out any more… I go to buy the things I want to and head home but the memories linger, making me smile with each step I take – with alert eyes and my shoes in place I walk on with the throng of the crowd, hop on to the escalator …
I see there’s still more.
Sounds inviting … what is it about the activity - shopping? Some would say that shopping is an amazing stress buster! Some may say it is something that rejuvenates them, for some it might be the time to socialize while for quite a few of us its the time to let your hair loose, grab your wallet and zoom to the place where you find it all – the mall.
For me shopping at a mall entails a whole day outing! A family picnic or ‘freak-out’ time with my friends. Whatever the reason might be, I know that at the end of the day even though each and every nerve in my leg and head might be ready to burst… I am satisfied.
During the first days of college when I was a fresher, most of the time had money enough just to travel by bus and time enough (through strategic bunking) to visit a mall almost every second day! and I did.
Music, AC, Perfumes, glitter, clothing, accessories, shoes, and all the hullabaloo was inviting-. What more? All we had to do is whisper the word ‘sale’ the next moment you wouldn’t even catch a shadow of us.
The best times were near the changing room, after rummaging through all the stuff we would head towards them and there it would begin… the shrieks and laughter, the giggles and the muffled cries of ‘oops this doesn’t fit me’ or ‘whoa! You look stunning’ andd more laughter!
Now a days, I do go to the mall… but not to window shop and freak out any more… I go to buy the things I want to and head home but the memories linger, making me smile with each step I take – with alert eyes and my shoes in place I walk on with the throng of the crowd, hop on to the escalator …
I see there’s still more.
An ode to him.
An ode to him.
Death, peculiar and pious,
One of the queer things of life.
I often wonder how is it that
Sometimes even foresight
and the triumphant moonlight
Cannot strengthen you
To bear the sight of a life less body
On a darkened daylight.
What is worse you might decide
A body with a soul and a thudding heart
already dying? or
Him, a relentless soul with a
Passion to live each moment?
Ever looked into the eyes'
of a man dying?
They are alive with a desperate hope
to live for a minute more
Ever looked deep into the eyes'
of a man for whom the future remains unknown?
You will see tinge of hidden sadness
His eyes will speak a thousand words
I can’t shed a tear
Cause there is seldom fear
A known fact that it’s all a part of living
Just about everything
What is it about death
I don't seem to understand
Contemplating and condemning
I hate this circle of life
Why should I be given something
only for it to be taken far away?
But oh!! I wish so wish..
I could hold on to you for a little longer..
My precious dear life
Oh! see there it goes away...
Death, peculiar and pious,
One of the queer things of life.
I often wonder how is it that
Sometimes even foresight
and the triumphant moonlight
Cannot strengthen you
To bear the sight of a life less body
On a darkened daylight.
What is worse you might decide
A body with a soul and a thudding heart
already dying? or
Him, a relentless soul with a
Passion to live each moment?
Ever looked into the eyes'
of a man dying?
They are alive with a desperate hope
to live for a minute more
Ever looked deep into the eyes'
of a man for whom the future remains unknown?
You will see tinge of hidden sadness
His eyes will speak a thousand words
I can’t shed a tear
Cause there is seldom fear
A known fact that it’s all a part of living
Just about everything
What is it about death
I don't seem to understand
Contemplating and condemning
I hate this circle of life
Why should I be given something
only for it to be taken far away?
But oh!! I wish so wish..
I could hold on to you for a little longer..
My precious dear life
Oh! see there it goes away...
The art of listening.
The art of listening.
If I have to choose one thing I have acquired from the time I was a child, it would be the art of listening. I remember distinctly the glow on my face every time I succeeded to convince my grandma to narrate a bedtime story.
It was a mutual agreement religiously put to use every summer until I turned ten. She would tell me one story every night that would put me to sleep, dreams filled my mind with visions conjured up with the help of her lively and vivid narratives. I would ardently listen to every word said, nodding my head to indicate my attention. This was the time when my dreams turned vivid.
I realize the importance of listening. How does a baby learn to talk? How do people learn languages? Why it is called an art? Why so much importance is given to it? Listening is not an act, it is also one of the five senses that we have. Listening leads to learning.
In today’s fast paced world where a person has to skim and dip through their lives just to be able to keep a pace with it. It is highly important to stand for a while and give yourself time to understand what exactly you want and how you want it to be communicated.
Listening is a very important part of the process of communication, interaction and action, all of it can cease to exist if the concept of listening is ignored. It is how the cycle of communication completes. Without exchange of ideas, thoughts and data it becomes redundant.
To grow as an individual it is very important to learn to listen as to effectively communicate to the people around you. An organization grows only if interaction between its employees is clear, when the communication is timely and effective and the feedback is prompt and efficient and thats where importance of listening comes into picture.
If I have to choose one thing I have acquired from the time I was a child, it would be the art of listening. I remember distinctly the glow on my face every time I succeeded to convince my grandma to narrate a bedtime story.
It was a mutual agreement religiously put to use every summer until I turned ten. She would tell me one story every night that would put me to sleep, dreams filled my mind with visions conjured up with the help of her lively and vivid narratives. I would ardently listen to every word said, nodding my head to indicate my attention. This was the time when my dreams turned vivid.
I realize the importance of listening. How does a baby learn to talk? How do people learn languages? Why it is called an art? Why so much importance is given to it? Listening is not an act, it is also one of the five senses that we have. Listening leads to learning.
In today’s fast paced world where a person has to skim and dip through their lives just to be able to keep a pace with it. It is highly important to stand for a while and give yourself time to understand what exactly you want and how you want it to be communicated.
Listening is a very important part of the process of communication, interaction and action, all of it can cease to exist if the concept of listening is ignored. It is how the cycle of communication completes. Without exchange of ideas, thoughts and data it becomes redundant.
To grow as an individual it is very important to learn to listen as to effectively communicate to the people around you. An organization grows only if interaction between its employees is clear, when the communication is timely and effective and the feedback is prompt and efficient and thats where importance of listening comes into picture.
Transitioned Evolution
Transitioned Evolution
Today, while I was sitting on my comp, ready to start my day, I looked around me and saw how much of a transition has happened to me. A month ago, I hated it. All I could think of was, "this is horrible, I don't belong here." Today, its certainly different. I am more positive. Instead of seeing it as a change. I am seeing it as a 'transition' that comes when settings and situations change around you. I suddenly realized that this was really the perfect thing that could have happened.
Then I was not able to see myself work in a corporate, cause then I hadnt pictured myself in such an environment. Today, I understand its just the perception of your mind. How flexible are you towards yourself. The things I want to do... still remain my piorities. I must make a route map. See how I can steer my way to the route I had planned.
This is what I have to do. This is what I must do. For now, I am living in the moment. Thinking that I am making the most of this situation while it lasts. Here are a few words I had scribbled a little while ago. Now that I read it... It sounds bland. Still putting it up for records.
Evolution; life evolves, from a mere parasite to humungous dinosaurs, from dinosaurs to mammals that could walk the greatest expanse of the earth and birds that could fly across the highest mountains, to man. But did it stop there? No…
After man.. It was machines; just small inventions marked the beginning of a new evolution- a Revolution. Is it the genius of the nature or the genius of psychological want of man to work towards a better a more convenient living? To improve the various methods and facilities around him for a more comfort that could simultaneously cater and suffice all his needs.
Technology did not begin with the invention of telephone, or aero plane, or the light bulb, or even the computer. It began with the basics of ‘wants and needs’. The mercantile needs of Man made him cross oceans and seas.
Fast forward to a time when almost every one is connected to anyone, any where in the world.. The pace of life is fast and revolves around convenience, comfort, security.
Internet has made it possible. Markets have expanded not just in terms of geography; it even caters to people’s need for more variety. All this, just by a click of a mouse and a combination of a few numbers!
It doesn’t stop here, evolution continues as requirements develop.. And commerce is the key to measure the evolutionary growth. Yesterday a computer, today a blackberry.. Tomorrow…? The growth is constant, the change is too… beyond ones imagination and ahead of us through centuries…
What we can do.? Shop till we drop because come what may… today is just another day.
Today, while I was sitting on my comp, ready to start my day, I looked around me and saw how much of a transition has happened to me. A month ago, I hated it. All I could think of was, "this is horrible, I don't belong here." Today, its certainly different. I am more positive. Instead of seeing it as a change. I am seeing it as a 'transition' that comes when settings and situations change around you. I suddenly realized that this was really the perfect thing that could have happened.
Then I was not able to see myself work in a corporate, cause then I hadnt pictured myself in such an environment. Today, I understand its just the perception of your mind. How flexible are you towards yourself. The things I want to do... still remain my piorities. I must make a route map. See how I can steer my way to the route I had planned.
This is what I have to do. This is what I must do. For now, I am living in the moment. Thinking that I am making the most of this situation while it lasts. Here are a few words I had scribbled a little while ago. Now that I read it... It sounds bland. Still putting it up for records.
Evolution; life evolves, from a mere parasite to humungous dinosaurs, from dinosaurs to mammals that could walk the greatest expanse of the earth and birds that could fly across the highest mountains, to man. But did it stop there? No…
After man.. It was machines; just small inventions marked the beginning of a new evolution- a Revolution. Is it the genius of the nature or the genius of psychological want of man to work towards a better a more convenient living? To improve the various methods and facilities around him for a more comfort that could simultaneously cater and suffice all his needs.
Technology did not begin with the invention of telephone, or aero plane, or the light bulb, or even the computer. It began with the basics of ‘wants and needs’. The mercantile needs of Man made him cross oceans and seas.
Fast forward to a time when almost every one is connected to anyone, any where in the world.. The pace of life is fast and revolves around convenience, comfort, security.
Internet has made it possible. Markets have expanded not just in terms of geography; it even caters to people’s need for more variety. All this, just by a click of a mouse and a combination of a few numbers!
It doesn’t stop here, evolution continues as requirements develop.. And commerce is the key to measure the evolutionary growth. Yesterday a computer, today a blackberry.. Tomorrow…? The growth is constant, the change is too… beyond ones imagination and ahead of us through centuries…
What we can do.? Shop till we drop because come what may… today is just another day.
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Math student's love letter!!!
Math student's love letter!!! My Dear Love,Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.Before seeing you, my heart was a null set , but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do n ot meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.Yours ever loving, PythagorasDe-Morgan's Law,7th Cross. Binomial Avenue,India of Matrices - (a+b)^2
secret of number9
secret of number9
Benazir Bhutto:-Born in 1953.1+9+5+3 = 18 = 1+8 = 9First suicidal attack on heron 18 Oct.1+8 = 9Second Suicidal attack in which she died.27 Dec.2+7 = 9She died in the year20072+0+0+7 = 9And the Total Period from 1953 to 2007is54 years.5+4 = 9She got married on18 Dec.1+8 = 9& She went Out of pakistan for 9 years in19981+9+9+8 = 27 = 2+7 = 9& Came back in 20072+0+0+7 = 9His Brother Shahnawaz bhutto has been murdered in19801+9+8+0 =18 =1+8 =9&if you write Benazir Bhutto in urdu langauge (urdu text)it contains 9 alphabets!what do u think!isnt Amazing?Am Totally Amazed ..!!!!
Benazir Bhutto:-Born in 1953.1+9+5+3 = 18 = 1+8 = 9First suicidal attack on heron 18 Oct.1+8 = 9Second Suicidal attack in which she died.27 Dec.2+7 = 9She died in the year20072+0+0+7 = 9And the Total Period from 1953 to 2007is54 years.5+4 = 9She got married on18 Dec.1+8 = 9& She went Out of pakistan for 9 years in19981+9+9+8 = 27 = 2+7 = 9& Came back in 20072+0+0+7 = 9His Brother Shahnawaz bhutto has been murdered in19801+9+8+0 =18 =1+8 =9&if you write Benazir Bhutto in urdu langauge (urdu text)it contains 9 alphabets!what do u think!isnt Amazing?Am Totally Amazed ..!!!!
Story of gorgeous hyderabad
Story of gorgeous hyderabad Story of gorgeous hyderabadThe story of Hyderabad's foundation is a very romantic one. The young Mohammed Quli, prince of the Qutb Shahi dynasty, was in love with Bhagyamati, a young woman who lived in a village across the Musi River. The prince would cross the river to meet her, even when it was flooded. To ensure his safety, his father, Ibrahim Qutb Shah had a bridge constructed for the prince to cross safely. When the prince was crowned ruler of the Qutb Shahi kingdom, he had a grand monument - the Charminar, erected at the village of his beloved. Around this grew the town of Bhagyanagar which later came to be known as Hyderabad.-----------------this is from Rohit singh
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