रूठ गए हैं मोसे मोरे श्याम

रूठ गए हैं मोसे मोरे श्याम रे

पुकारूँ मैं चाहे अब कितने नाम रे

नैना ना फेरे, देखे ना मोरी ओर

कितने ही पैर पटकूं चाहे, करूं मैं कितना शोर



रूठ गए हैं मोसे मोरे श्याम रे

काजल, केसर अब मेरे किस काम के

काहे सजूँ मैं, किसके लिए करूं श्रृंगार

बिन शाम मोरा गोरा अंग निराधार



रूठ गए हैं मोसे मोरे श्याम रे

कोरी हो गयी मिश्री, फीके हो गए आम रे

अम्ल समान नमक लागे है, पानी लागे क्षार

स्वाद गवायाँ जिव्हा ने, कुछ जाये ना गले के पार



रूठ गए हैं मोसे मोरे श्याम रे

किसी से ना बोलूं, ना किसी बात का ध्यान रे

शाम के ही गुण गाऊँ मैं, श्याम का ही सोचूँ

अपने श्याम की हंसी देख लूं, तो राम को पूछूं

The Dress

I enter the shop looking around
Looking for a dress that just cannot be found
She likes reds, she likes pinks too
White suits her well and so does blue.
I pick up a top and hold it to see
Ah it looks good, even the shopman agrees
But its just not THE dress, somehow i feel
The dress looks at me but lacks the appeal
What do i buy i say to me
I have to look around till i find many
And then zero down and finalise the best
Something that leaves her awestruck, leaves her impressed
I keep digging the shelves, i dig real deep
Moments like these are there for the keeps
My eyes fall on a kurta and the touch approves
A mild tone of grey and pink hues
The silk slips through, i hold it tight
It burns my pockets, i feel my purse a little more light.
I present it to her and boy its a surprise
She is all happy, asks if its the right size
I said its beautiful and its new
I see no reason why anything beautiful shouldn’t fit you.
There is a smile, i have never seen such before
None of my three hours, will ever fetched me more.

PGP-1ce (Into the 2nd year of MBA)

19th march 2010 marked a year with MICA. And unsurprisingly, I m writing a blog when I am supposed to submit an end term assignment, and supposed to study for end terms for subjects, I don’t even know what their acronyms stand for. Well as my friend ajantha says there is much more to good and bad than just right and wrong. MICA, I don’t know how it has helped me become a manager, maybe I will know when I pass out, But yeah MICA made me realise that to be humankind I have to be both. MICA is the only place which makes us or at least made me realise that dreams are worth pursuing because its not my paycheck which will be mentioned alongside my name but my work. MICA is not just another B-School. MICAns are not just another B-students. I have had my offs and ons with almost each and everyone but at the end of year when I look back it is they who made mica what it has been. There are a number of names to be mentioned and I m quite lazy now so lets spare it now. Whoever said birds of the same feather flock together mustn’t have met us or even imagined that we might exist. Right now I have in my room a guy who has off late entered into a relationship, another one whose proposal was turned down( well almost all come under this category), a guy who trips on almost everything, another one who sees exploitation of poor people even if u give them ten coins instead of a 10 rupee note cuz he thinks we are forcing them to carry more weight.
Classes at mica have helped me learn but more learning has been outside the class. Sessions at chhota or even in my room, nights on the Vodafone tower are a few instances. I haven’t learnt much but I have unlearnt a lot. I have unlearnt religion, materialism, perceptions and similar things in that league. A lesson well unlearnt? Well that’s upto you to decide.
There is too much to write. You can rarely put an year into the ear. It was a time worth experiencing and saying much about it actually takes away from what I have felt at mica.
And that’s the difference, You feel yourself at mica and most of the times it’s the part of you, you never thought existed, guides your course in life. Looking back I will say “ an engineer dies, a human lives. Fair deal”
Warning—This feeling is subject to proper conditions. End results may vary from user to user. All the stunts have been performed by MICAns please do not try this in any other B-School.
Before leaving I put a few comparisons of before and after. U decide …
# Before Coming to MICA

# After Coming to MICA

# A man is know by the company he keeps
# A man is known by the company he ships
(Thanks to BM)

# As you sow, so you shall reap
# As you show, so you shall reap
( TRP ratings are a way of life @ MICA)

# Absence makes heart grow fonder
# Absynth makes heart grow fonder
(Dry State you see)

# While in Rome, Do as romans do
# While in Room, do as Roomies do
( Room Number 4. Period)

# Beauty is only skin deep
# Beauty is only skin deep
(Applies here too :)

# Curiosity killed the cat
# Killed by the curiosity of the cat
( Isnt that straight on the face?)

# Better to light candle than curse darkness
# Better to use lan than to curse wireless
(Wireless gets to your nerve sometimes, but then
there are always second “LANs”)

# Beauty lies in beholder’s eyes
# Beauty lies to beholders’ eyes
(A common feeling in Palaash, Gauravs not included)

# Empty vessels sound much
# Empty damsels sound much
( General feeling at Palaash, Gauravs included)

# An idle mind is a devil’s workshop
# An idle mind is a beatle’s workshop
(Music @MICA is music @ mica)

# If anything can go wrong, it probably will
# If anything can go wrong, it probably has
(Tats why we are at mica, but once u are here
nothing goes wrong)

# A rolling stone gathers no moss
# A rolling stoned gathers no chaos
(Love, Peace and Happiness)

# Money doesn't grow on trees.
# Money doesn't grow on trees.
(U have the SBI bopal branch)

# Fact is stronger than fiction
# Pfaff is stronger than fiction
(My personal favourite, sooner u learn better it is)

# In the kingdom of the blind the one
eyed man is the king

# In the kingdom of the blind the one eyed man is the visionary
(You know the thing about pfaff?, its contagious)

We'd shall overcome

My head goes down
The neck is relieved
Everything is slow now
Only thoughts have speed
Eyes go small
Vision is blurred
I see things better now
Isn’t that absurd
Colors become distinct
Irregularities unfold
I see minute details
Thin lines become bold
Words wander without aim
Love hovers around
Everything seems simple
Even altruism is no more profound
Guitar talks to my ears
Drums echo my beat
With music in my soul
I feel complete
My muscles relax
I reach equilibrium
I can feel my nerves
Down till angstroms
I feel light
I feel bright
I might be none to you
But then its okay, its alright

Ajanta!!!

There was a guy
His parents called him akshay
I don’t know who he was born
What expressions he had worn
I don’t know who he was in school
A genius or a fool
I don’t know who he was in college
Porter or the baggage
He grew up just fine
All human nothing divine
He calls a spade a spade
And comes first to your aid
He rolls a good joint
But that’s not the point
He can keep you high
Even when Scotland goes dry
Nothing about him is right
He has nothing in him finite
He had ideas that could change the world
All those ideas away he hurled
He could have become another newton
But for him eating apple was more fun
He could have invented the wheel
But he chose not to kneel
He could have been crucified
But he chose to put divinity aside
He could have written the Quran
But he chose to remain calm.
He could have read the Vedas
But chose to work with Vyas

Love Is?

If love is a drug let me get addict
If love is a guess let me just predict
Let me see if love is blind
If love is sneaking let me turn behind
Let me get lurked if love is lust
Stand by me if love is just
Let me breathe if love is a sigh
Let me blush if love is so shy
Let me believe if love is faith
Let me mark if love is just a date
If love is the nucleus let me be a proton
Let me run if love is a marathon
Let me get lost if love is everywhere
Let me deal if love is just an affair
Let me be thrilled if love is an adventure
If love is a play let me be the author.
If love is a trail just let me pursue
Let me be me if love is you

Talk to me

When you are so ahead that you can’t look back
So trailed that you don’t want to walk
When you open your eyes to find that its still dark
Feel the pain but cant see the mark
When you walk alone in the market place
Everyone is just another face
When you ask for a single straw
Look at shops from outside in awe
When your hands are missing the touch
And you feel there is nothing you can do much
All you gotta do is talk to me
And then I ll just let you be

Grand Alumni Meet Ent -- GAME ON

Sometimes to move forward in life you need to travel backwards. Because the journey then doesn’t tell what you want to be but rather what you stood for. The best thing about travelling backwards is that you will always find a familiar face. This time the familiar face waiting was MICA. Dates – 13th – 14th feb 2010. Occasion – The Grand Alumni Meet.

मैं

है वेग पवन देव का,प्रचंडता अगन की है

है क्रोध परशुराम का, भक्ति श्रवण की है

है टीस मुझमे शीत सी , है आग मुझमे ग्रीष्म सी

है भोग कामदेव सा , प्रतिज्ञा है भीस्म की

Artificial Assholeness

With the advancement of the mankind on the civilization vs time plot, all the things have started getting complicated. So where π used to be 3.14 now it has been computed to 1,241,100,000,000 decimals. That is just an example of many available around us. In the similar pattern of observations, parameters that define human behaviour have also changed. A few have been modified and a few newly introduced. One of the concepts that is right up our noses is Artificial Assholeness. I think no one was ever born a natural asshole but all have been trained into one and that too a unique one.

I want to

Give away everything to be the first sage
See the first infidelity to feel the first rage
Lead everyone to be the last great
Stand by everyone to be the last mate
Plough the most productive soil to get the last harvest
Sing to everyone to be the last one to rest
Walk the hottest desert to get the last drop of sweat
See everyone leave to be the last one to regret
Do the righteous to be the first against evil
Lust for the first woman to be the first devil

Plight Insructions -- jus a random thot

So these women from villages, or for that matter except for a few women from urban India all others have been made to sit in Go-Where? airlines. They are from all ages and from all religions. All dressed beautifully in bright colors red and yellow. The ones sitting towards the end are dressed in white. Some women from urban india have come to say good bye.
Hardly had the women inside thought of waving back towards the women outside when a tenor scintillates the ear drum of the women and they stop moving. Glued as if by force they turn towards the speaker and overhear the same repeated instruction they have been hearing every time they have travelled via this airline.

She

A dew drop wakes up every morning
Hands rubbing her eyes
She sets the emotions churning
When her arms go high
Her incense is pure
And fair is her skin
Soft is her touch
And her voice is a hymn
She dresses beautifully
Every colour suits her good
She makes white look colourful
And makes black look cheerful
She is beautiful everyday
But the shades are different
She is red everytime she blushes
But the reds are different
Fertile as a river
She flows through her prime
She sways like a tree
Fruit laden in spring time
She is a mystery worth seeking
And the obvious worth teaching
She is a secret worth keeping
And the truth worth speaking

After All

There is something about the forbidden fruit.
After all lies are always tempting than truth.
There is always something more to want.
After all to sing is much more than to just chant.
Desires may turn sometimes sultry
After all luxury is just another name for adultery.
Dead is the man who is content
After all death is when ur dreams go absent.
Swim across even if there is a bridge
After all the juice is always worth the squeeze.
Why it is not righteous to sin
After all every slate is wiped clean
Why don’t u dare to wander in dark places
After all every coin has two faces.
Who says no to a bit of spark
After all everyone has secrets which are dark
U aint on ur heels unless there is a chance of getting caught
After all victory tastes sweeter in a battle stealthily fought.

Better than before

With people around me no more
I think I am better than before
No one to take care of no one to ignore
I think I am better than before
No one to judge me no one to give score
I think I am better than before
No baggage to carry not anymore
I think I am better than before
Now that you have closed the door
I think I am better than before
You and I have a past which I don’t want to store
I think I am better than before
I shed my masks, all which I wore
I think I am better than before
I went inside me to explore
I think I am better than before
Nothing at stake, a quest to go a mile more
I think I am better than before

Keep Walkin

I walked when I was happy
Kept on walking when I was sad
I walked when I heard some sound
Kept on walking when they hung around
I walked with the white I walked with the black
Kept on walking when they divided the pack
I walked with the genius I walked with the fool
Kept on walking when they separated their school
I walked in the sun I walked in the rain
Kept on walking when the nature was maligned
I walked in processions I walked in mourning
Kept on walking when they went off crying
I walked with the needy I walked with the content
Kept on walking when they began to want
I walked with eve I walked with adam
Kept on walking when he touched her bosom
I walked too far oh yes I had.
I was not happy i was not sad
Not all right paths are right
Not all bad ways are bad
I walk with my best friend when I walk alone
Oh!l what will I do when I m gone
I will walk with people I will walk with me
I will walk beyond I can see.

Happy Bird-day-- a trip to nal sarovar

Flamingos are from Australia. That might not be a big deal in Australia but in India, a country that holds visitors on the same altar as god, it is. And it seems they somehow seem to know it because the way they move around, alone or in packs, they seem to care about no one.
From far, they appeared like a ball of fur standing on two sticks with heads like snow candy sticks popping out. Their description of me would have been more humane I guess. I was with a group of friends of mine. Actually we just went together and came back together. Because it is a place where you will get lost. But you can take solace from the fact the nature would ensure that you don’t miss yourself. We take a boat and move into a shallow water body.

Our boat has moved further and we can see nothing but water and feel nothing but air. Ironically, they happen to be just everything. “Silence” said the oarsman. We were getting closer to them and our sound, our ability to make ourselves heard, might scare them and we could be rendered devoid of their beautiful act. Actions do speak louder than words. Well we moved closer to them hoping that they don’t fly but knew that they will fly when we approach. They turned and then turned back choosing not to move, not even a feather. Now that hurt us like a kick in the groin because not only were they defying the human behaviour of moving away when anyone approaches but they also were challenging our (read society) innate need of power and dominance. In fact they were denying us that. Our presence made no difference to them. Wonder how they would have reacted had I told them that I have undergone 24 years of education to learn how to make a presentation.

Well we approach them.My friends with camera thank their gods for their best shot. And then their legs move. The knees bend backwards, the feet rises from the water and wings flutter. Then the dark feathers show and the wing are now spread out like canvas painted in three colours. They first go up and then down and the flamingos decide to leave the water surface. Well, birds too have their ways of making the air heavy I guess. I looked back at my friends with their camera a bit dejected. I wondered what let them down, the flamingo or their expectations. Funny, how a student learnt this on a national holiday.

My ears now hear a lot of wings. A perfect sight for them. It is surprising to discover things our senses can do when we let them act on their own. A small group of storks has landed. We smoke two, cigarettes obviously and lock ourselves in the camera with them in the background. I hear the mican in me say “Lock, storks and two smoking barrels”. The birds don’t seem to mind. They all land simultaneously. Every feet in the pack touches the water simultaneously, the wings claw in together, every pair at the same time, in the same time, playing a perfect melody for our eyes. Sometimes, senses do behave insensibly. I wonder why no one is the first, or the fastest amongst them. The man in me urges me to add fairest to that list too. I wonder if any of those beautifully tanned feathered damsels would have taken an offense to that.

A few ducks are silently floating around at a distance from our boat. I don’t know what they are doing but I am convinced.that they are ducking around. Thats what i have always been told about people around me and societically I dont like people ducking around. I felt threatened and lonely ,like any human feels when ignored and for one moment I wished I could be back in the society where I live. I looked other side only to realise that almost everyone was actually ducking around. That made me comfortable. I felt I was back in my society. "A wish granted" i thought, “A wish wasted” I felt. Should have asked for a million dollars I guess. Society would have waited. Surely it would have, especially when they know that I could be getting them a million dollars. It all started with a small wish to be with the same people though.

Boat has now changed direction. A streak of yellow ending in white appears at a distance. Pelicans, I heard my friend say. “Wish we could watch him killing a fish”. Violence has been an important chapter of evolution after all. They are bigger than one actually imagines. They can fly very close to water without coming in contact. Still at some places water does respond to one or two touches here and there. Wonder who gets naughty first.
Sun is coming up and birds are also flying away for shelter. The oarsman declared we are going back. Wish I could stay back.
A time well spent I guess. As I write my view of this acquaintance, I wonder would any bird have written up a note about me on facebeak too.