काल करी सो आज कर, आज करे सो अब
पल में परिलय होवेगि, बहुरी करेगा कब
Kabir must be having very kind intentions while he was writing this doha but he was not knowing that later new kind of species are going to generate who will find an logical excuse to escape this doha also. So we modified it as
अभी करे सो आज कर , आज करे सो परसो
परसो भी तू क्यू करे , जब पढे है बरसो ।
Let’s just begin from the very morning. I have to shave or have to bath and suddenly our lazy mind will say “I’ll do it tomorrow”. Tomorrow is the most optimistic word created as it helps us to escape and ignore the load and obstacles of present. If we want to live in present then we have to ignore the work load of present and the best way to do it is to put it on tomorrow.
Procrastination is the most treacherous and hazardous disease. And a major portion of unsuccessful people are victim of this disease. One with good determination and well power may leave alcohol and smoking but leaving procrastination is too tough, almost next to impossible. We are that much entangled in our temporary illusion reliefs that we keep on grinding our own legs with axe while enjoying this thrill but later it gonna hurt ourselves that much that we won’t be able to even walk … just forget running in this everlasting race of survival and winning.
An extract from MAHABHARATA says that once some one came to yudishthira and asked for something. Yudishthira was busy that time so he said that I’ll do it tomorrow. Bheem heard that and instructed all the servants to play music on ‘nagadas’. When yudishthira asked the reason bheem said that now you have conquered the time and death as you are sure you will definitely leave tomorrow and yudishthira realized his mistake. But we people keep on doing the same mistakes again. Leaving work on tomorrow thinking why to waste today’s joy and relief. Then repenting again and making temporary resolution if we are unsuccessful but we derail from our newly chosen right track soon.
After screwing the second mid sems also I realized that the secondary culprit is procrastination habit (primary is of course me)…. I don’t know that last time in which class I was not studying at the last time and since joining college I have stopped studying at the last night also. Making futile plans due to temporary euphoria generated after defeat but deviation again due to worthless temptations. I don’t know I’ll be able to recover from this dreadful disease or not but I’ll surely try my best to give it a fight. So aaj se facebook band, baker karma band , gappe marna band , mobile chalana band aur padhai KAL SE PAKKA ….
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Stop forwarding sardar jokes..........
Diwali holidays….. The road becomes long and time very slow. I wanted to rush to my home as fast as I can but as it happens with me always, no bus or van was coming so I had to wait. Lots of autos were buzzing around me but as I’m not a part of VIP league I had to wait for the public transport. Suddenly an auto having an SARDAR driver came near me and asked where I had to go. I told him the destination and asked for the prize just for time pass. He said “give me only 5rs”. Perhaps he was returning to his home and hence he charged very low but the thing which impressed me about him was his talking accent and demeanor. He was very calm and polite and well mannered which usually the driver lacks. A strange respect I was developing for him suddenly the most disturbing instrument my cell phone cried again and it was a sardar joke. For the first time I didn’t laugh, instead I was feeling guilty.
The incident that opened my eye made me realize that it can happen only in India that we disrespect the most patriotic and self respected class of people. There is no point in spreading, forwarding and laughing on sardar jokes as they are one of the most developed and successful class in society. They dominate on entire market, run huge business and hotels all over the world. But spreading sardar jokes become more shameful act when we see the number of sardars in our military. Lots of sardar still joins our military to serve the nation and leave many glamorous careers which we common people can’t even dare. As kiran kher quote in ‘rang de basanti ‘ film “ punjab mein to har ma apne ek bete ko sena mein bhejti hai “. It’s a typical example of internal backstabbing where we weak our own pillar by disrespecting them.
I had read an extract few years back that once some students were traveling in a taxi. The driver was an old sardar. They started cracking sardar jokes to bully him but he stayed calm through out the journey. When they were paying him, he gave them a 1rs coin and said “ I listened all the jokes you were cracking on my community and I had a small task for you. Give this coin to any sardar beggar you encounter in this country”. 12 years has passed and that guy still has that coin which makes him feel guilty daily. The incident shocked me. Ohhh its amazingly true, sardars works on dhabas, drive trucks or any other vehicle , open some garage or repair shop but they never beg. I have heard that those who are unable are being feed by gurudwara’s where as in hindu community begging is a standardized profession. Lots of people physically and mentally fit still rely on others help as they are lazy and lack both self respect and well power.
I recently came to know about the real reason behind calling " sardar ji 12 baj gaye ". I don't know it is true or not but read somewhere that sikh dharam was protector of hindu religion and they used to attack mougles and other anti hindu communities at 12 o clock to save hindu women and treasure. So all hindus used to contact sikh army to save them and they usually attack at 12 O clock. Later some anti sikhs spread these words to tease them and we still promote the trend. So every time U said that u are calling for help to sardars but still it hurts them so please refrain from such acts.
So people don’t injure your own heart.. Bramhins never tolerate when they are called “ muft ka khane wale “ nor do baniyas when they are called miser. So it’s my request to all readers that don’t spread sardar jokes and messages and modify the content before forwarding it.
The incident that opened my eye made me realize that it can happen only in India that we disrespect the most patriotic and self respected class of people. There is no point in spreading, forwarding and laughing on sardar jokes as they are one of the most developed and successful class in society. They dominate on entire market, run huge business and hotels all over the world. But spreading sardar jokes become more shameful act when we see the number of sardars in our military. Lots of sardar still joins our military to serve the nation and leave many glamorous careers which we common people can’t even dare. As kiran kher quote in ‘rang de basanti ‘ film “ punjab mein to har ma apne ek bete ko sena mein bhejti hai “. It’s a typical example of internal backstabbing where we weak our own pillar by disrespecting them.
I had read an extract few years back that once some students were traveling in a taxi. The driver was an old sardar. They started cracking sardar jokes to bully him but he stayed calm through out the journey. When they were paying him, he gave them a 1rs coin and said “ I listened all the jokes you were cracking on my community and I had a small task for you. Give this coin to any sardar beggar you encounter in this country”. 12 years has passed and that guy still has that coin which makes him feel guilty daily. The incident shocked me. Ohhh its amazingly true, sardars works on dhabas, drive trucks or any other vehicle , open some garage or repair shop but they never beg. I have heard that those who are unable are being feed by gurudwara’s where as in hindu community begging is a standardized profession. Lots of people physically and mentally fit still rely on others help as they are lazy and lack both self respect and well power.
I recently came to know about the real reason behind calling " sardar ji 12 baj gaye ". I don't know it is true or not but read somewhere that sikh dharam was protector of hindu religion and they used to attack mougles and other anti hindu communities at 12 o clock to save hindu women and treasure. So all hindus used to contact sikh army to save them and they usually attack at 12 O clock. Later some anti sikhs spread these words to tease them and we still promote the trend. So every time U said that u are calling for help to sardars but still it hurts them so please refrain from such acts.
So people don’t injure your own heart.. Bramhins never tolerate when they are called “ muft ka khane wale “ nor do baniyas when they are called miser. So it’s my request to all readers that don’t spread sardar jokes and messages and modify the content before forwarding it.
Monday, November 1, 2010
3 Crushes of my Life ... !!!!
Now it may be surprising news for many. Mayank sharrma and crush… can it be possible ? But yes it is possible, after all I am a normal man and it’s more a proof of my normality. “So how many crushes you have till now “ .. One of the most recently encountered question in past month so finally I decided to laminate and decorate the answer in a post.. Even for the first time I am not sure whether to write it or not. But let me be like an open book. If ever my autobiography is published, media will get good masala.
Umm from where to start? Let me rewind a bit my life. Mayank Sharma…… considered the most sincere and talented student since entering in this mugging system.. So when did it started? I am no any heir of kapoor family to begin love life from 2nd or 3rd class. All of my school life has this bizarre coincidence of making pairs of topper. So I was linked with the second topper of my class till 5th class before actually knowing the meaning of couple or pair. But it was a good feeling. To be explicit, a status symbol. Out of many students you were chosen to link ur name with the second topper. (guess I was lucky, the second topper looked cute that time :P )
So lets start with the first crush. Ironically I came to know about the meaning of word crush in 12th class but it began in my life in most probably 6th class when I was 10 year.And the first thing which impressed me was her percentage in 5th class lolz … marks are just like salary in real life. The more you have the higher your brand value is. I was the wounded tiger that time but my TRP soon reached the height after topping the terminal exam and she was the second topper. So as per the custom and rituals it was mandatory to link my name with her. I was not stable initially but gradually the attraction increased. All maturing boys and girls parted the way that time and we didn’t use to talk with girls. So we can just give gazes and tough looks to each other. We spent 3 years during which I topped she was second topper but haven’t even spoke more than 3 times for 3 seconds. I thought daily to talk with her but couldn’t do it due to shyness and my arrogance.
When I left school, her memories still came with me but faded away soon. I met her two years after in a party. She came and initiated a gossip. I was little nervous and shy and also full of attitude. So I didn’t responded very well to her at that time. Later I felt very guilty and this gave birth to a poet inside me. So I am thankful to my first crush that she nourished my poetic ability my only distinguishable hobby so far. Time just blurred her thoughts in mine, but still she is like a laminated photo preserved in my mental recycle bin.
My second crush was very short. In fact it doesn’t even deserve the word crush but as I have to give a matching title with “ 3 mistakes of my life” I have to include it. Once again it was a girl ( :P has to clear nowadays). A tom boy like arrogant yet beautiful and pretty girl. She was very fierce and vehement and have little dogmatic character. Due to this dominating qualities my crush on her soon got vanished but ironically after I scored 60 out of 60 in 5 tests continuously she had a crush on me ( now you realized the value of marks in student life :P ). Later we both quitted the coaching and happyzz ending.
Now the final crush. A virtual one which just shook my real life that much hardly that I am still shuddering. It was an exceptional one with many vehement repercussions on me that changed an emotional mayank into complete rude rough beast. It started online it propagated shortly online and finally the climax ( ? ) happened online. It started back at those worthless net addiction days of mine at zapak site. She was one and half year elder than me but used to care about me a lot( at least it seemed so ). It was unique in the sense that she was the first girl I talked very frankly after my sister. So it was very fascinating stuff for me. Talking and interacting with girls as hitherto they were alien species for me. But the film ended in the interval with out any climax. Unexpected end , just some sound of broken glasses , a silent seclusion and inner transformation. She inculcated new sense of practicality and ruthlessness in me and I am grateful for this. Like a rainbow she appeared in life after storms and faded away soon. But I keep on reopening these wounds to accelerate me. 3 years back mayank sharma had written a poem which was his only worthy possession that time, very personal but now its futile so it is meant to be public.
लिखने बैठा हुँ पर कैसे बताऊँ क्या हो तुम
मेरे मन की अधूरी तमन्ना हो तुम
पहली बारिश के बाद मिट्टी की महक हो तुम
मरुस्थल में हरियाली का एकमात्र अंश हो तुम
पत्तो से फ़िसलती ओंस की बुंद हो तुम
हिमालय की स्वच्छ निर्म्ल श्वेत बर्फ़ हो तुम
सूर्यौदय की पहली किरण हो तुम
झरने से गिरते पानी क विहमंग द्र्श्य हो तुम
नववधू की खिलखिलाती मुस्कान हो तुम
मेरे जीवन की इकलौती गजल हो तुम
मेरे जीवन की इकलौती आशा हो तुम
मेरी कलम असमर्थ है बताने में की क्या हो तुम
कितना नादान हुँ में कितनी महान हो तुम
इतना निराला व्यक्तित्व होने के बावजुद मुझे दोस्त कहती हो तुम
मेरी यही फ़रियाद है खुदा से सदा खुश रहो तुम
मेरी यही दुआ है सदा तरक्की करो तुम
मेरी यही प्रार्थना है बुलन्दियों के शिखर को छुओ तुम
मेरी यही इबादत है कभी दुखी निराश न हो तुम
क्युंकि चाँदनी में चमकता श्वेत संगेमरमर हो तुम
wait.. it is not the ending :P ... we are Indians and if the ending is gloomy the film is flop. So picture abhi baki hai mere dost :P ..... I just counted the crush which ended. But this player hasn't yet hanged his boot and I haven't counted the running crushes ... CHEERS !!!
Umm from where to start? Let me rewind a bit my life. Mayank Sharma…… considered the most sincere and talented student since entering in this mugging system.. So when did it started? I am no any heir of kapoor family to begin love life from 2nd or 3rd class. All of my school life has this bizarre coincidence of making pairs of topper. So I was linked with the second topper of my class till 5th class before actually knowing the meaning of couple or pair. But it was a good feeling. To be explicit, a status symbol. Out of many students you were chosen to link ur name with the second topper. (guess I was lucky, the second topper looked cute that time :P )
So lets start with the first crush. Ironically I came to know about the meaning of word crush in 12th class but it began in my life in most probably 6th class when I was 10 year.And the first thing which impressed me was her percentage in 5th class lolz … marks are just like salary in real life. The more you have the higher your brand value is. I was the wounded tiger that time but my TRP soon reached the height after topping the terminal exam and she was the second topper. So as per the custom and rituals it was mandatory to link my name with her. I was not stable initially but gradually the attraction increased. All maturing boys and girls parted the way that time and we didn’t use to talk with girls. So we can just give gazes and tough looks to each other. We spent 3 years during which I topped she was second topper but haven’t even spoke more than 3 times for 3 seconds. I thought daily to talk with her but couldn’t do it due to shyness and my arrogance.
When I left school, her memories still came with me but faded away soon. I met her two years after in a party. She came and initiated a gossip. I was little nervous and shy and also full of attitude. So I didn’t responded very well to her at that time. Later I felt very guilty and this gave birth to a poet inside me. So I am thankful to my first crush that she nourished my poetic ability my only distinguishable hobby so far. Time just blurred her thoughts in mine, but still she is like a laminated photo preserved in my mental recycle bin.
My second crush was very short. In fact it doesn’t even deserve the word crush but as I have to give a matching title with “ 3 mistakes of my life” I have to include it. Once again it was a girl ( :P has to clear nowadays). A tom boy like arrogant yet beautiful and pretty girl. She was very fierce and vehement and have little dogmatic character. Due to this dominating qualities my crush on her soon got vanished but ironically after I scored 60 out of 60 in 5 tests continuously she had a crush on me ( now you realized the value of marks in student life :P ). Later we both quitted the coaching and happyzz ending.
Now the final crush. A virtual one which just shook my real life that much hardly that I am still shuddering. It was an exceptional one with many vehement repercussions on me that changed an emotional mayank into complete rude rough beast. It started online it propagated shortly online and finally the climax ( ? ) happened online. It started back at those worthless net addiction days of mine at zapak site. She was one and half year elder than me but used to care about me a lot( at least it seemed so ). It was unique in the sense that she was the first girl I talked very frankly after my sister. So it was very fascinating stuff for me. Talking and interacting with girls as hitherto they were alien species for me. But the film ended in the interval with out any climax. Unexpected end , just some sound of broken glasses , a silent seclusion and inner transformation. She inculcated new sense of practicality and ruthlessness in me and I am grateful for this. Like a rainbow she appeared in life after storms and faded away soon. But I keep on reopening these wounds to accelerate me. 3 years back mayank sharma had written a poem which was his only worthy possession that time, very personal but now its futile so it is meant to be public.
लिखने बैठा हुँ पर कैसे बताऊँ क्या हो तुम
मेरे मन की अधूरी तमन्ना हो तुम
पहली बारिश के बाद मिट्टी की महक हो तुम
मरुस्थल में हरियाली का एकमात्र अंश हो तुम
पत्तो से फ़िसलती ओंस की बुंद हो तुम
हिमालय की स्वच्छ निर्म्ल श्वेत बर्फ़ हो तुम
सूर्यौदय की पहली किरण हो तुम
झरने से गिरते पानी क विहमंग द्र्श्य हो तुम
नववधू की खिलखिलाती मुस्कान हो तुम
मेरे जीवन की इकलौती गजल हो तुम
मेरे जीवन की इकलौती आशा हो तुम
मेरी कलम असमर्थ है बताने में की क्या हो तुम
कितना नादान हुँ में कितनी महान हो तुम
इतना निराला व्यक्तित्व होने के बावजुद मुझे दोस्त कहती हो तुम
मेरी यही फ़रियाद है खुदा से सदा खुश रहो तुम
मेरी यही दुआ है सदा तरक्की करो तुम
मेरी यही प्रार्थना है बुलन्दियों के शिखर को छुओ तुम
मेरी यही इबादत है कभी दुखी निराश न हो तुम
क्युंकि चाँदनी में चमकता श्वेत संगेमरमर हो तुम
wait.. it is not the ending :P ... we are Indians and if the ending is gloomy the film is flop. So picture abhi baki hai mere dost :P ..... I just counted the crush which ended. But this player hasn't yet hanged his boot and I haven't counted the running crushes ... CHEERS !!!
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