tHOSE 10mINS oF cONNECTION...

Aug 3 , 2009 7: 10 Am -7:20 Am ( Dubai, just finished night shift)
not in order ....

1) On a spiral (Fibonacci)

Eternally caged in this universe.
Always in search of ends.
trying to cross the matter of infinite big bangs.
journey it is ....
on a spiral (Fibonacci)

2)Andheri

Its Noise !! stated the ego
vibrations of particles
reached the judge.
was it music?
self vibrated
in divine resonance
music or noise ?
eternally unjudged.....

3) god!

Light trapped between 2 mirrors
colourless..
an unseen opaque
senseless energy
ignorant recurrence...
that's god for you....

4) The matrix
retrieve from full ..
save in empty..
Forever!!!

zoom in to absurdness
zoom out to absurdness..
system failed!!

5)random chaos embraced: stars.....

Random system generated
system imploded form outside
exploded from inside.
random system generated
random chaos embraced..

6) I am

needs 2*n refection's
to be
I am again...

7) Ego and moment..

traces of moments
still uncaptured
fluidity achieved ..
spaceless
timeless
it bothers my ego very much..
Ego :" you fool!! try harder..."

8) Thought :part 1

thought captured
noted
judged
absurd.
just lost a thought!!

thought flows; remains forever.....

9) Thought (part 2)

Mr tailor can you stitch
a beautiful red dress.
thought ! i am
"Unpicked by the receiver.
May be
in red i will find a subject"

Mr tailor: " Sure !let me note the dimensions.
smallest part is dot .
end is open .. expanding?"

At this moment Mr tailor is stitching the red dress
I caught that naked thought.
wrap it , in words.
presented to you..
Unedited!!!


PS: Blogging after a long... guess witnessed some connection... at the above mentioned time, i lost control .. and just starts texting(nokiaE51) the words coming in my mind...
and this is what i typed... like a flowing river... i just flows though me... what ever i try to capture i am presenting it to you.... honest and unedited.... not to judged ... just feel and experience...
Was that connections or just lack of sleep?... well i don't want to decided...
cause i enjoyed .. every moment of that time frame...state of bliss was that....!!?!?

tHE sPARROW'S sON.

Mumbai , 26 November 2008

mOM:

Remove that crawling ant.
Beware! colony follows the holy scent.
Fly my son! Remember those lesson.

(pROLOUGE : mEMORIES rEFRESHED)

You drop and fall,
and fly and crawl.
And then you glides on winds..

You picks the grains,
the grasses , the cloths.
And then you builds the nests...

You hunts the inscet,
the bees ,the wheats.
And then we have the feast...

(cROWS iNTERUPTED "yOUR sON iS dEAD".....)

They chant behind ,caw caw
"You lost with death
And many other dies.
These Crows always lies!!!"

They chant behind ,caw caw
"Humans fights the war
One bohemian bullet hits your eyes.
These Crows always lies!!"


(mOM'S rEALIZATION :)

Ants smells the dead and sweet.
We nested over battlefield.


(mOM pRAYS :)

Alas!! my son you are dead.
And God I have one request
In the recurring karmatic circles.
Don't, put him in the human womb,
Let him hatch the shell again.
Cause, humans never feel the pain..
humans never feel the pain........

hundred and ten!!

Site : DS150
Sewage Treatment Plant , Dubai
Dedicated to all the labours ..........




The black smiles , under his eyes.
The marks inscribed by the burden of pictures.
The pictures of his child's dine plate.
Echoed the sounds of their mama's excuse and promises.
The orange crown he wore above the brain,
the Engineer's calls it " Helmet".
In his arms, clamped the big spoon ,
The Engineer's calls it " Shovel ".
Big Boots rooted to mud, tasting sweat ,
Crawling from his forehead.
Working as a numb human robot,
He stops , he looked around ,and he founds
Orchard of his clones , doing the same.
Waits until the clock's arms comes in line,
The siren goes on, and he goes home.
Sometimes in search of some guilt, the instant pleasure.
He masturbates watching the same picture,
Half teared , over Indian seat.
No time for timeless god , he uesd to pray,
But the gods never comes out of the frames.
Only his roommates knows his name ,
for the rest he is " Labour Number Hundred And Ten".

bATTERY 14% LEFT

12 % batt....
Before:
Danish, home, March 2006,,,,

watching the pics on his comp....
All eyes on his apperance...style...LOOKS.....n all

After:
Danish , world,March 2008
Watching the pics on his comp...
All eyes on everybody except me.......


When world = home ,,,,,,,these things happens...........................

batt 10%......
One simple question in my mind...
That is
Every body had heard the line
"EARLY TO BED AND EARLY TO RISE
MAKES MAN HEALTHY, WEALTHY AND WISE."
batt 6%...
What should be the sequence of healthy , whealthy and wise???
Plz Answer this if you are reading this line....
Plz....
batt 2%....
Thanks for the pics friends.....
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मंडी ॥

सब्जी का बाज़ार ।
किसम किसम कि सब्जियां सजी हुईं ।
आगे आगे उम्दा आला ,
पीछे पीछे कुछ पुरानी ,बची हुई ।
बाज़ार भोलता है , " फ्रेश है " ।
"बस अभी तोड़ कर लाये थे " ।
"कुछ देर पहले जान थी इसमे " ।
कुछ बोल लगता है ग्राहक ।
कुछ कीमत रखता है मालिक ।
न तेरी , न मेरी करके ,
मामला सेटल हो जाता है ।
सब्जी घर जाने को तैयार हो जाती है ।
इस बाज़ार में ,
रौशनी भी है ,अँधेरा भी ।
ईमानदारी भी है , धोखा भी ।
मज़ा भी है , चिडचिडापन भी ।
कुछ शोर भी है , और कोई चोर भी ।
बड़ी अजब हैं इसकी रस्में ।
कुछ जुदा हैं इसके कानून ।
ये एक अलग दुनिया है ।
ऐसे ही एक बाज़ार को मैं जानता हूँ ।
बस एक फरक है ,
वहां आत्मा बेचकर , जिस्म ख़रीदा जाता है ।

cAUTION : dONT rEAD tHIS .........

Wow ....
I am back

I don't know why I stopped blogging... and I don't know why I am starting back.
Actually it doesn't matter to you guys...Neways I am writing whats in my mind
I wont edit it.....let spelling mistakes be spelling mistakes...
let their be grammatical mistakes....But this activity was necessary...because I was
rusted...

Now what should I write....

Ya its Good that rishi is recovered....
and nakul is coming back 2 bhopal....ANd I have joined www.care2.com....


I thing this post was necessary!!!! so that I can start again....
This post will be the land mark in this blog....
You know why I have have started this blog so that.....

(deleted several lines)

yA.....DELETED .....NOW GUESS!!

sorry if I have wasted your time....... but It was necessary

Look how I have started this .......
And how I am Ending it....

do suggest a title for this post.....

should I delete this post as soon as next post come???
Ya may be.......lets see......
( If you are reading this line................Think that I am laughing at you..... &bracket not closed &



tHIS POST DESCRIBE MY MIND B/W 1 AM TO 1:30 AM 29 SEPT 2007
oOOH SHIT..... i forgot HBD sis!!

gURU gHANTAAL........

Finally we reached our farm house( neebukheda )..40 Kms from bhopal..maneuvering my jeep over 15 KMs of kaacchi road ..


my conditions :
stomach : half empty( not half filled)
activities: normal


so, we reached there at 12 : 30 AM with 2 big batoleybaaz villagers ,my cousin,and his friend...

bakar session :


batola 1:" saab mey paani pi riya tha ,taalaab ka,aawwaaz aayi dekha sher bhi paani pee riya tha "
result : digested....some how


batola 2:"saab wo kajri thi na raamlaal ki dulhan , saab , usney paed ki kattai kartey hue je bada aazgar dekha"
result : digested....again.....


whole senario in one line : " TUM MUJHEY BATOLA DO, MAI TUMHEY BATOLEEY DUUNGA"


It was like bouncers of batolaas ....some how digested by me.

And then I realized that in this process of digestion...my food(aalu ki sabzi/daal/roti @ 6 PM ) was also digested ... I can hear..strange sounds from my stomach (put put,,buum) ... saying "calender khaana do".. And I know I need some food Urgently.....but I was late...we dont have food there...


This was the time when my cousins friend, {peeep} (name censored ) ...Offered me GURU pouch..tambaakhuuu.... gutka

{Peeep}:" ye khaa lo bhuuk nahi lageygi....GURU "

FlashBack :
my first hukkha puff.....ahu ahu ahu...
my first ciggetette puff....ahu ahu ahu ahu ahu--> infinity
my first sip.....sorry I dont drink..never!! ( usuaLly my eyes and deeds shows something else, which many of my acquaintances never believes..Once again..(in chorus) I dont drink.. )

Now I have red coloured pouch in my hand...I opened it...poured it in to my mouth (typical bhopali ishtyle) ....and then hmmmmm my mouth was burning....uuuuaaaaa... bitter taste.. but to my surprise I was enjoying it.... ( so L.S...Danish) and seriosly ..hunger was over by now....


Me:bhai 1 aur pouch dena..
{Peeep}: "ye lo yaar 5 pouch, rakho" (he was having 20 pouches)
when I was about to take the fourth pouch..that too with in 20 mins...

{peeep} :" yaar ander toh nahi le rahe na..."


Me :"haan bhai,,,sab ander ja raha hai.." (shit!! I have swallowed it...)

{peeep} :" bhai aapney city ki deewaroon per,taakizoo per laal laal nishaan dekhey hain,ye saab bahar hi jaata hai,issey ander nahi lete..bhai peek do(spit it).......kuch ander mat leena.."

but it was too late....
and rest they say... is history....


At 8 :30 AM (next day)
my conditions :
nausea ,migrane
puked 5 times....
stomach : not responding...
activies : ALt + ctr + del....but still not responding...

_________________________________________________
Now at home..feeling better....
kahani mey twist --
my mom afer washing my jeans......" beta aapki jeans se ye laal pouch nikla...kya naam hai... GURUuuuu" without saying a word... I locked my room...opened my comp...and stared typing this post.... GURU GHANTAAL ...............
THE REAL STORY HAS JUST BEGAN..............................waaaaaaaat lag gayi saloooooon!!!
my heartly advise to everyone : pls dont try this anywhere!!

this is the pouch..................................stay away.......

tHOSE wERE tHE dAYS :pART II

from blogger : If roshans and vidhu vinods can do it why not I....I have also decided to make a sequel of my previous post :"tHOSE wERE tHE dAYS"...but rather its more grey!!....but ab yahan tak aa hi gaye ho to pad bhi lo....


aND again!!.I am not in a mood to see today's newspapers.... well!! their is no news which I can find interesting , no stabbing,no kidnapping,no robbery,no politics, no umar priyanka stuff,no saddam bush, indeed no rakhi sawants n mallikas ....nothing man......paper is filled with thousands of thumbnails (SEEN OTHER TYPES OF THUMBNAILS...DON'T YOU!!.HIDDEN:3 TIMES X) ......RESULT TIMES.....IIT,AIEEE,PMT bla bla....success stories which give full credit to their coaching institutes...some with single digit rank posing like himesh reshamiya in :aap ka suroor" (Its a compliment believe me) .......full credit to those Einstein minds , but I feel for those 5 digit ranker's...burning their blood watching their classmate photo with every sip of morning tea.....

Advise: If possible switch to some international newspapers,because local papers will be full of green,yellow,red adds of coaching...or else don't read it!!

These newspaper reminds me of the gud old school days ,actually it was after 12th board
exams. ..
7 AM morning , bell rings.. and look who is here gr8 Alekh Agarwal {IITJEE AIR :13,,legacy: still vision prints his photo in today's newspaper after 4 (deleted:dam)years} "yaar mera net kharab ho gaya, result dekhna hai"....me rubbing my eyes"haainnnnnn!!!!!! result aa gaya"..and rest is history.... actually I have deleted it...how?? VERY EASY!!!..I ill tell you ..just go to... tools.. life options and delete history,cookies ,and temporary results file.... stay happy and satisfied!! (kaash!!!)

no problemo...brozzz!

Its always next time.... (which never comes...HAHAHAHA)

cheers to all the back bencher's and five digit ranker's!! ( see it actually rhymes)

disclaimer : sorry!!Alek bhai if u r reading this.buts Its a reality.yaad kar tere 89.something mere 71.something...bhavnaoo ko samjho yaar!!

slambook time.........

yaar bher dena slam book plz .......

In my mind : hmmmmmmmm rohit..rahul..rajeev.....wats his f@#$ing.. name...

ooh shit 2pages...............

well.......

these thoughts are too common these days in my mind.........

concept of slam book :

Iam still in confusion whether to have a slam book of my own or not....

As time passes only those people remains in touch who really mean to u.... that's a fact..in school days my slam book was filled by too many people.... but I only read and cherished.. entries filled by those who r really close to me.... and to whom I really owe something....

flip side :

Why to take a note from close ones ....
they will be in touch in any case

but then I only reads those entries which has something emotionally satisfing to me.... .some thing really eternal.... which time cannot bound...

why the hell I need to fill some others slam book... or make them fill mine.... And Orkut is also there.... if some dam body needs both materialistic or emotional help from me ... I will b there for them.....

Time has made me emotionally un-crackable... If you want to consider me...unemotional.....no probs u r welcome....

fact : iam major types emotional...

I am utterly confused....baffled by this situation.....