tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82076070011793783762011-11-28T06:26:12.903+05:30Some of the random thoughts, some moments of my life, some things of my interest as well as some things that are put in there just like that ...Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09121768915234898433noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207607001179378376.post-38871429794914033552011-06-21T01:25:00.000+05:302011-06-21T01:25:08.722+05:30

Aaj fir ek ankahi si khwahish ki haiTujhe paane ki fir se guzaarish ki haiNa yakeen raha hai apni kismat parFir aaj apni kismat ki aazmaish ki haiTu kar raha hai door jaane ki koshish humsetujhe paas rakhne ki fir se chaahat ki haiSun sake tu aaj fir chaukhat par teri,zara zor se apne kadmon ki aahat ki haiAaj fir aayi hai ek aur galti meri saamnefir tujhse maafi ki guzarish ki hai,padh sake tu

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Kab se thi ek tamanna dil mein ,Kaash tum bhi kabhi humare ishq ke mohtaaj hote,Na rehti yeh tanhai is dil mein ,Na kisi buri aadat ke mohtaaj hote,Na ghoomte yuh bewajah gali gali,Na kisi ke aane ke aksar ehsaas hote,Na khalti kami kisi ki is dil ko,Na hi kisi ki aahat ke aghaas hote,Na rehti woh ranj tujhse bhi kabhi,Aur na koi gile shikwe dil ke paas hote,Kab se thi ek tamanna is dil mein,Ke

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Its been a long long time that I have only been looking at my blog and wondering, Why am I not updating it? I am at a loss thinking it over and over. Why is it that I am not able to write clearly, write well, oh ... forget write clearly and well ... why am I not able to write at all ??? Its a really strange situation that has engulfed me these days. Sitting down to write used to be a pleasure

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I am reposting this after correcting and straightening the Horizon. Thanks Daniel for the feedback ... Will always look to improve ...

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These are some of the pics that I had taken one morning just after it had rained ... Just loved the texture and vividness water created on these plants ...

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A new challenge everydaya new achievement everyday, life has such a lot of it to offer me. Goals and plans everywhere.Till almost as far as i can see.There's such a lot of expectation,i feel i still have so much to earn.A vast sea of knowledge,still so much more to learn. I'm tryin to run fast,tryin to keep up with the pace.Everyone expects me to still go faster,settling for nothin less than an

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 13; the thirteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.GoodBye … (Just Can't say GoodBye ...)I saw her for the first timeShe looked soothing to the eyeShe was not stunning nor very beautifulBut I still couldn’t help but pryWe met

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This piece was to be written for Blog-a-ton 8 but somehows I didn't make it in time. Maybe next time .... :-)28th November 2009 I received a strange call today. Someone called me up and said that he wanted to meet me and that it was really important. He did not tell me his name and didn’t even tell me what it was about, but insisted that I have to meet him ASAP and that it was personal and urgent

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The results were out and Sameer had passed his engineering exams with flying colors. He ranked 3rd in the college and he wanted to join an MNC, despite his dad’s insistence to

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. 'Hi Sameer, you are looking really happy today, is it love or is it dove?’ mocked my colleague as I entered my workplace.‘Neither’, I said with a smile ‘I’m going back home for

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.I had a small argument with my dad today and I was angry over something that he had done. I tried to explain him my point of view but he just wouldn’t listen to me at all. There

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Its been a long time I haven't really written any random stuff here and donno why, but today I am feeling like I should do it. And as I sat down to write, I was met with a strange revelation, I am at a loss as to what to write. They say, on an average, a human has about Sixty thousand thoughts a day, then why isn't even a single one of them giving me the liberty to write? Guess its about the

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This one was flying around with a group and while the others flew to a nearby tree this one landed up on the wire in front of my window. I just managed to take thi shot before it flew away.

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These are two photos of the hibiscus flower from my garden. They were taken on a Sunny winter morning about a week back. And this one was taken after a couple of days. It had rained heavily here in Nagpur for those two days and the flower had taken quite a bit. But the hibiscus still looked beautiful despite of it being an overcast day and it had just stopped raining when I took this picture.

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I found these small cuties on 14th Jan, while flying kites, please manage with the quality of the pics coz these birds were very small ... Please keep the comments flowing ... And if there are any bird watchers coming in here ... please do enlighten me with the names of these two birds ... the black one and the one with the purple neck ... Happy Blogging ...

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This bright yellow bird played hide-n-seek with me for about an hour before I got a clear glimpse of it(well, almost clear ... ;-)). I was flying some kites on 14th Jan, Sankranti, when I happened to spot this one on a tree. Wikipedia:The American Goldfinch is a granivore and adapted for the consumption of seedheads, with a conical beak to remove the seeds and agile feet to grip the stems of

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I caught this one on sunday, when I was having my evening tea.Click on the picture to see the full size.

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Everything around me was blurry and my head ached as I tried to strain my eyes to see who was around me. I could see a couple of outlines of people but couldn't really make out who they were. "Where am I ?" I thought.It sure looked like a hospital as the only color I could see all around was white."But how did I get here?" I tried to concentrate but the constant beep from a nearby instrument

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The first bird that I spotted on my window was the Little Green Bee-eater, a very colorful and pleasant bird. I'm adding a little more information about it below.This species is a richly coloured, slender bird. It is about 9 inches (16-18 cm) long with about 2 inches made up by the elongated central tail-feathers. The crown and upper back are tinged with golden rufous. The flight feathers are

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We had such a hype of the blue moon on the new years eve, that I couldn't fight the urge to stay inside, and despite of the eclipse and I found myself out on my terrace clicking pictures of the moon. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed when I saw that the moon was not "Blue". A bit of research told me that the moon is not really blue but then the eclipse occurs twice so its called a blue moon.

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Its been a while I got a new SLR and I've been experimenting a lot with it lately but most of the pics that i had clicked were of family only. But only in the new year I started to click random stuff. The very first ones were the cutie pie birds that I clicked from my window, which reminds me of my Director Mr. Nishikant Mukherjee, who was clicking pictures for his book, 'Birds from my window', I

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‘Hi Sameer, you are looking really happy today, is it love or is it dove?’ mocked my colleague as I entered my workplace. ‘Neither’, I said with a smile ‘I’m going back home for a week.’‘Even better, enjoy the holidays.’It was my first leave after 2 years and I was delighted. The day went as usual and I completed my work by 5 in the evening. I carried my luggage to office that day not knowing if

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It had been 4 years today. On first thoughts, it felt like it was just yesterday, when they met each other and as he drove down to the florist to buy a bouquet for her, all the memories rushed back in his mind. He distinctly remembered the way they first met. After all, it was the same day, 4 years back.That was one accident he didn’t regret at all, although he had a hairline fracture, it was

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It was about 9:30 in the evening that night and I was driving to the railway station to pick up a relative. The evening breeze felt good on my face and the slow gazaals on the radio added to the soothing effect. I parked my car and walked to the information board to find that the train was 30 minutes late. With not enough time to make a round trip back home, I decided to wait at the station

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He saw her ending a call on her mobile as he walked thru the door. They were not sharing a harmonious relationship lately and both were disturbed with the turmoil in their life. ‘Who was it?’ He asked seeing the anxiety on her face when she saw him. She didn’t reply, instead she just walked past him to close the door. He didn’t have a good day at work and her strange behavior didn’t help the

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An Art gallery and studio hosted an exhibition of rare photographs of a very renowned photographer who had recently died. The photographer was amongst the first ones in town to possess a camera, a rarity in his times. The gallery owner thought it was a good time to cash on the sympathy value of the artist’s demise. The response to the exhibition was pretty good and there were several walk-in’s, ‘

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I got this in an email a few days back and thought I'd share it here. Gets me wondering, can people really be this stupid?A call center recorded this conversation on their floor, and guess what, the guy lost his job.Operator: 'Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?'Caller: 'Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect. 'Operator: 'What sort of trouble??'Caller: 'Well, I was just

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A couple of days back I was in Delhi. I was just there for a day, well not even a day. I reached there at about 7 in the morning and had to leave at about 9 in the evening the same day. In these few hours, I was able to see a lot of sides of Delhi.As we got down from the railway station we started searching for Ginger hotels which is the near the railway station. Upon arrival we were greeted by a

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Desire: a longing or craving, as for something that brings satisfaction or enjoyment.Need: urgent want, as of something requisiteThe meaning and the understanding of these two words and the way people perceive them has always been of interest to me. It’s a vicious trap that these two words weave around us and how simply we tend to fall in the cobweb of what we actually need and the things that we

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just finished reading 'I too had a love story' by Ravin. Still not sleepy ... Don't know ... Maybe its the book ... Its really good ... Very touching ... Just could not leave it once i started reading it ... Had to finish it in one go ... Guess time for another black coffee ... Maybe someday i'll also write a book ... C ya

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Chale the hum unki Kashti ko kinare le aane,Samandar ki gehraiyon mein khud hi kho gayeSoch kar chale the lauta denge use zindagiApni hi kashti ko kinaare laana bhool gayeRaah dikhana fitrat ho chuki thi humaari Din ke ujaalo mein bhi diya jala ke chalte raheNa Mila aaj koi musafir saath chalne ke liyeToh raat ke andhere mein hi diya jalaana bhool gayeFark bhi na kar paaye manzil aur raaste mein

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Gum is baat ka nahi ki woh humein kabhi gair samaj lete hai ... Gum toh is baat ka hai ki woh gairon ko bhi kabhi kabhi apna maan lete hai ...

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Katl kar de aaj mujhe ki zindagi ka saath choot jae, jeete ji na sahi maut ke baad toh mulaakat choot jae ...

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There are some relations in life that have no name but can get a smile on your lips when no other relation can. I would like to share one such relation with you. On my way to office I usually come across a small boy at a traffic signal. He must be about 10 years of age. For some days I did not take notice of him. But, as it was a daily thing for both of us we started to recognize each other in

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Kehta hu tujhe jeene ka sahaaraungli pakad kar teri main chalta huTujhe chalna sikhate hue bhiSahaare se tere hi chalta huThaamta hai jab haath tu meraUn nanhi si unglion seKarta hu mehsoos ek mazbooti ajeeb siTere in masoom se hathoon meinChalte hai tere nanahe kadamEk atal vishwaas ke saathNa jaane thaam sakunga kab takIs tez duniya mein tera haathUtrega jab tu duniya ki daud meinSeekh lega jab

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Dekhte the tumhe chup chup ke pehleNa kar paye the kabhi mulakaatAaj soch rahe hai fir aapke bare meinFir chidi hai wo purani baatKeh na sake the us waqt bhi kisi koKi hote the hum kitne bekaraarHumesha hote the aap doston ke beechSoch kar bhi kar na paye the kabhi izhaarAaj bhi yaad hai humein wo pehli mulakatUs din bhi nai hui thi aapse koi baatMagar yaad hai woh gehri aankhon ke samandarAur

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Whenever I used to travel before I had a habit of buying 2 novels at a time, the reason being that I always feared "what if" I completed my novel before I completed my journey. I always had the fear of choking to boredom. Strangely, whenever I carried 2 novels I never completed the first and whenever I just happened to carry one, I would always complete it before time and then curse myself for

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When I bought my N95 8gigs and I was going through the applications I came accross one named Barcode. I did not know how to use it and when I tried it on the traditional barcodes( the ones with the straight lines) usually found on the FMCG products I could not get it to read the code. After a bit of researching I came to know that there is a special kind of code(QR code) which is usually found

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This is an amazing piece from 'The Godfather' by Mario Puzo. A piece of advice everyone should always remember. One of my favourites.Though Don Corleone disapproved of his son's foolish display of anger, the tantrum served a purpose. It would convince the interlopers that their presence was unexpected and unprepared for. So Don Corleone himself was not angry. He had long ago learned that the

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This piece of writing was taken from the novel Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. The thing I particularly like about it is how easily the Pope’s Chamberlain (Camerlengo) explains God’s power to the Swiss Guard 'Chartland'. ‘Are you confused because the Bible describes God as an Omnipotent and Benevolent deity?’ said Camerlengo. ‘Omnipotent-benevolent simply means that God is all powerful and well

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This was first motivation when I didn't even know the meaning of the word "Motivation", but still when we used to sing these words, our hearts would swell with pride. This was our school anthem(S.F.S. school, Nagpur). The words had little meaning for me then, but when I read it now I understand why these words were etched on my tongue when I was young. "Dare to be Wise"1. Dare to be wise!Dare to

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This is one of the best poems I've ever got, the best part of it being that it was written for me ... lol. Jokes apart, this one is from my sister and its amazing to see how she was able to fit all those years we've been together into these few lines. When I read it the first time, I could literally recall those moments as if I was experiencing it all over again.Thank you sis.Here's the poem ....

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While surfing around the You-Tube videos I came across this very video that made sense to me in some ways. If you have heard about Phi (also popularly known as the Golden ratio) then you would understand it too. The golden ratio (1.618) has been the base of human anatomy and many great artists and scientists have been deeply intrigued by the unique and interesting properties of Phi. This video

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I was recently traveling to Manila via Delhi and I happened to hire a cab owned by a man named Khan. I am friendly by nature and started to talk to him. I happened to tell him that I’ve been to Europe once and he said, “Yes, it’s a nice place”. I was taken aback, a taxi driver from Delhi has been to Europe!!!Then I came to know that he was from Gujrat and was an importer of some commodities from

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Iraqi journalist Muntazer Al Zaidi gave the world a whole new way to protest when he hurled not one but both his shoes at the President of the United States of America, George Bush in Baghdad on Dec. 14 last year. After that it seems like a complete clan of shoe-throwers are out on the loose. The others who have also got a sniff of dreaded shoe are the Chinese premier Wen Jiabao, Iran prez

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I happened to visit Big Bazaar City Center, Nagpur and was just window shopping when I saw this sign on the Soft Drinks rack. Have a look. Find nothing unusual ??? Lets have a closer look ... .Best Buy .... Anyone intested ??.

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Recently, on my trip to Banglore I got hold of one of Robin Cook's latest novels "Foreign Body", which is another great addition to his medical thriller series. In this novel the author has tried to highlight the scenario of medical tourism in India. It also deals with issues regarding the Indian way of thinking and the cultural turmoil that still exists in India. And in between these macro

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Between Hardwork and Luck, for meHardwork had to always matterBut at present, Its not hardworkIts only the latterThings keep on changinglike fast spreading forest fireAnd more so, the other wayThan I'm supposed to desireThe more I try andthe more I think I couldThings tend to go onlyAs far as they shouldAs I try desperatelyTo break the deadlocksProblems seem to comeMore and more in flocksThe more

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I came across one of the tracks, "Bilqis: Jinhe naaz hai hind par" by RABBI and after watching the video, I feel this song really deserves a tribute.Rabbi tells the story of 4 unsung heroes namely Bilquis Rassol, Satyendra Dubey, Manjunath and one Lavleen Kumar of India in a remarkable manner that makes one think. When heard for the 1st time, the lyrics are hard to catch, but as you listen more

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Again one of my favourites. I can listen to this song over and over again. Its amazing to see how the singer is able to convey his emotions through his voice. A real good song...

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This is one of my all time favourite songs and the live version is even better...

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Sochta hu poochunga khuda seTu kaun hai, dikhta kaisa haiKya tu bhi kuch kuchHum insaanon sa hi hota haiSochta hu poochunga khuda seKya tu bhi kabhi muskurata haiKhush hota hai jab tu bohotKya tu bhi koi geet gungunata haiKya tujhe bhi aas hai kisise milne kiPar tu bhi zamane se darta haiKya tu bhi hum insaanon ki tarahChup chupkar kisi pe marta haiKya tera bhi koi aafsana haiKoi chehra jiska tu

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When I was young I was fascinated by an amazing bike that would go "dug dug dug dug" and was mostly owned either by policemen or by a selected few in our city. I never knew the name of that bike at that time but the sound made me turn my head everytime. Then I started to grow up and my focus shifted to the bikes with more sporty looks(CBZ). I bought my CBZ when I started going to college but a

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Yesterday I wasSitting under the treeThinking of the timesThat u spent with meI thought of the timesWhen sitting under the same treeI used to admire the natureWaiting for your entryI thought of the timesWhen we went hand in handSitting besides the seaMaking castles on the sandI thought of the timesWhen I was in painYou were the one to sayThis isn’t the last stop of life’s trainI thought of the

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My dad told me he used to sing this song for me when I was very young but I had never got a chance to listen to this song until I became a dad. And then I realised how amazing this song actually is and how aptly this song fits dad-son relationship. Given below are the lyrics of the song and the youtube link to the song.Tujhe sooraj kahoon ya chandaTujhe deep kahoon ya taaraMera naam karega

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I recently had to have my son's head shaved. Its a strange kind of concept and belief that I never really understood. Anyways, I am posting the "before" and "after" pics. I hope I keep blogging till he is old enough to understand and see my blog. Please feel free to leave comments.

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