Good Bye 2007!!!! A year to remember

Exactly a year ago I posted my first blog post An year in solitude. It’s been a nice experience writing blogs since then and many of my friends have been kind enough to read some of my crap and reply back. Of all the blog that I have written angel-and-devil the-friendship remains everyone’s favorite. I remember writing this blog at 3’oclock in the night. I was unable to sleep and it was an attempt on my part to sleep but surprisingly the words just kept on flowing and within 20 minutes I was done. I guess when words comes from the heart it shows.

2007 has been a year which I would like to carry with me in future. I had more ups then downs learned a lot from a teacher called experience. It’s been a year where I met my twin brother after 22 years…I and praj are so similar that priyanka calls us twins.

It was a year where one moment I was in control of my life the next I wasn’t. A year where I was in hospital for one instance and writing my final exams the next.A year where India loses to Bangladesh and wins the 20-20 world cup. It’s been that kind of a year a hell of a roller coaster ride…

What 2008 holds for I have no idea… hopefully good. This will be my last blog for the year 2007. As the year changes hands so will this blog. Will come up with different design and features in the year 2008.
Planning to add a book review section to this blog where at least one book review will be written by me in a month. So next year looks promising and I am still single what more could I ask…!!!!

Cheers!!!! Have Fun…

Prem Sadan

I could smell the sea breeze as I got down from the bus. Walking towards PREMSADAN a home of love for orphan and poor girls along with rest of the guys who had decided to come and spent some time with the children it was strange feeling inside me something which is hard to describe in words.

We met the kids and distributed chocolates to them. But not a single of them asked us for more. It was strange forcing kids to accept the chocolates second time. We had to force them. That is something which stayed with me the discipline and the fact that they don’t ask more in life. And they are still kids.

We played, danced, sang and clicked photos. It was nice to be kid again. The two hours we spent we learned a lot. Certainly I did. There were all smiling. Never once I saw anyone sad even though god knows what they must have gone through.

This blog is an attempt on my part to reach out to those people who want to help and do something good for the society but doesn’t have the medium to do so. Guys believe me it doesn’t take much to bring smile on their faces.

To see their Smile/Photos Click Here.

To be on Record we managed to raise almost 11000 Rs/- with 25 people contributing to the pool. There was no limit and minimum amount. The amount to be given was left on the individual decision to contribute.

We managed to purchase lot of daily items of necessity for the kids and are planning again to go there a week before Diwali.

If you want to join us and help the kids you can call me /mail me.

My number is 9323850671.

Email id: karan_singh1985@yahoo.com

Prem Sadan: http://www.helpersofmary.org/community.asp?id=17

Lost in the Clouds

He knew he was lost in the crowd who had gathered out there to listen to some religious guru give his views on life. It had happened so quickly. In hurry to get away quickly from the maddening crowd he had lost the holding of his mother’s hand.

He ran few meters to his left and then to his right and then stopped. He was panicking now. The crowd was swelling and he was lost. He knew what happened to the children who were lost. They never get to meet their parents again and are made to beg on the streets.

He kept on running every few meters in all directions before stopping. He was searching for his mother but he could not find her in the crowd. Why he had let go her hand in the first place.
He was crying now because he knew he was lost and would never see his mother again. He just stood their crying.

Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. He turned back to look at a woman who was asking him his name. She took his hand and asked him to come with her. She told him she was taking him to the volunteers who will be able to find his mother.

The boy followed her with her hand firmly gripped in his. He didn’t want to let her go at any cost. The woman finally handed the boy to volunteer to who was looking for him. The announcement had already been made on the public system and all the volunteers were told to look out for a young boy who was lost.

When the boy saw his mother he ran quickly and hugged her. The mother and child were both relieved to find each other.

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That was almost 15 years ago. I do get lost even today.

Lost, lost in my own world, in my own thoughts, in the rat race.

I don’t know how my life would have turned out be if not for that strange female who helped me. That day she helped me find my mother.

But today when I get lost I try to find myself in this maddening place where everyone is so caught up with themselves that they sometimes don’t remember who they are , they just know who they want to be like.

Every one of us wants happiness in our lives and we chase it all through our existence on this planet. The key to it is not lost its there somewhere all we have to do is search a bit. Search within us.

Life is just what happens to you, While your busy making other plans

There are three things in this world which I have never understood clearly …One is love, second been religious fanaticism and third been what goes inside my head.

Love? I have never seen love so don’t know how it looks except for the fact that it makes people either very happy or completely depressed. Either way you have to be lucky in love. What makes it come to you and what makes it leave you is a mystery which I bet no one has an answer to it.

My own theory on it is very simple and may be seem crude to others.
It’s a like new toy which you gift a child and he plays with it day and night.
After sometimes he starts getting bored and wants a new one. As a parent you will gift you child a new toy but as a person you cannot buy a new love. Can you?
So the only way to keep your own interest alive is to be innovative in love.
I have no idea what that means right now but I am working on it and who knows I may have made next best discovery after Sigmund Freud.

The only reason the world today is not a safer place to live in spite of the advancement of the medical science because there are scores of people who are out there locked in debate whose GOD is superior. In spite of the advancement of the education the tolerance level has reached so low it really bothers me as a human being.

So many life’s are lost everyday in various conflicts because they see people as Muslim, Christians, Jews, Hindus but no one has even try to see them as a fellow human being. Same as you and me. Having same right to breathe and to live. But in there love for GOD they carry out their acts and live to tell the tale. I really wish someday people will start seeing each other as humans being first and Muslim, Christians, Jews, Hindus later and till that happens the mindless bloodshed will continue.

I am sitting in my room and thinking...And thinking about what...random thoughts which comes in my mind and it could be anything…and this means for the next few days I will be in deep thought till I am satisfied with the solution my mind comes with.
And there are lots of thing to think about. And I guess that’s the problem of been young. You believe you have so much to live for in the future that you want to make it perfect.

“Life is just what happens to you,
While your busy making other plans”

Cutie Pie

Its been a long time since i wrote anything ...i usually write when i feel low so as to take out the negative energy within me...but this is wasnt the case this time ...
well its difficult to stretch your imagination if u dont have touch of realism in it and come up with something which is really nice..but i have tried to that and like many of my earlier works i find it crappy ...but still its a dedication for someone very sweet ..so i decided to post it online and see what the reaction will be...

i have tried to make it funny..so tell how u guys find it...


I saw a cutie pie…
She was selling shoes and tie...
Shining bright was her smile
And I looked at her for a while…

She comes and asks for my number
I thought she would give me a ring…
She just wanted to know
Which pair shoes to bring…?

I knew I made a blunder…
But what was I to say …
Cause I had already surrender...

I left the store with tie and shoes...
Hoping to come back telling it was loose…
Twinklings were her eyes...
As I made up the lies…

I met a cutie pie…
She was selling shoes and tie...

Photography!!!

Photography has been passion since childhood... i like capturing moments which will never come back again..it is first time i got a chance to do click some wildlife and its was amazing...they dont wait for you to say cheese..and with the boat moving a still pace it was difficult but i loved every seconds of it..i did my best hope you guys do like it..please do leave your comments..photography is close to my heart and i would love to hear from you guys..
I have added the link on the left hand side..Wildlife Photographs!!!

The Great Indian Wedding Drama...

We all have been to the great Indian wedding at least once in our lives… We have the groom and the bride, their relatives ,people all nicely dressed up and of course the food that is dished out to the people attending the wedding and everyone eating as if there is no tomorrow...

But this blog is not about the wedding it’s about the conversation that takes place when the guy and girl meet up for the first time. And believe me guys it’s scary …

Now in this modern era the girl and the guy are given their own space to speak to each other… and their families having been already exchange their bio data and god knows what..…and while my friend was narrating this incident to me my mind was playing the scenes of the movie “Hyderabad blues” where nagesh kuknoor friend is sitting along side his would be wife in the drawing room with their families watching them intensely…it was quite funny if you see that scene…

So the guy was what I could make out was all prepared to dish out one question after another to the girl who I am told managed to hold on her own quite well..

And I am thinking is this some sort of an interview that’s going on between a HR guy and interviewee… and only on that basis he/she is going to decide whether they are compatible or not.. I guess is quite a risk because you will be right only 50 % of the time and I am not at all comfortable with such odds…

Statisticians who have nothing better to do have come out with a rather interesting theory. If ones are to believe them 70% of all the romances that’s happening are in the offices/workplace where you’re working and if you lucky enough to fall in those 70 % then you are quite safe…

Otherwise if you looking to get married in future taking some HR crash course won’t harm you…since you will be deciding what’s good for you on the basis of one interview same like those guys when they hire you….scary isn’t it if you get it wrong…

The Heroes of Kargil:8th anniversary..

They'd promised their families they'd come back soon. They more than kept their word. Went as mere men. Came back as heroes. In coffins.

"THEY GAVE THEIR TODAY FOR OUR TOMORROW"

At 15000-ft, you are not normal. You cannot be. The human body is attuned to a certain altitude.

And that's where our soldiers where. Fighting the enemy. Facing the bullets. Dying alone in the snow. Falling to death from the high ridges. No one hears their scream. It's such a lonely death. A tiny piece of metal is all what it takes to die.

They were our infantrymen. The finest in the world. No other soldier has ever fought at these heights. At 15000ft, they can't move with ease. In Batalik, there are no tracks. Climb. Clamber. Crawl. A soldier carries a week's ration, ammunition, a 5.56mm assault rifle or a mortar or a rocket launcher. He carries over 20 kgs on his back as he pulls himself up on this rugged, cruel terrain.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn't have time to eat. He doesn't have time to urinate. Life is not what it is. Life is a shell. It is the terror of death. It is the courage of facing it. It is fear, raw, unalloyed, unrelenting.... the enemy is up there, somewhere hidden. It can see you, can track you down like a rat, can pick you out so effortlessly...and yet these men move, slowly but with determination to fight for the nation. To die for the nation.

You know how it feels to be up there in the cold, cold mountains, carrying a heavy backpack with a gnawing fear that you will never see your eight-year-old daughter. That sweet little thing with a ponytail and a smile that lights up your world. You may not hear her giggles, see her climb your shoulder, run around, throw her dolls in anger, paint the walls in doodles.... You will not be there for her.

You know what fear is. That is the fear. Not being there. Death is not what matters. What matter is that you will not matter anymore. And yet the soldiers go up the hills, like the charge of the light brigade, never asking questions, never expecting an answer. They know they have a duty, they have a pledge, they have a promise to keep. Their tryst with destiny.

It is not easy to imagine a soldier, an infantry man's life up there in Batalik, where the wind can sear your windpipe, chill your brains, make your eyes weep with pain and lungs cry out in sheer exhaustion. Brave. That is what these soldiers were. Brave in the face of death. Brave in the face of fear. Facing bullets.more than Six hundred of them died. Let not their death go waste, unacknowledged.Remember them!!!!

http://www.kashmir-information.com/Heroes/salute.html

Just when I got all the answers of LIFE they changed the question...

Recently while browsing on the net I came across this quote on a blog. I have absolutely no idea who wrote this or from where it originally originated from but it did make me think…

The only constant thing in life is it ever changing nature and that’s what makes life very interesting or I may say darn difficult to predict.

You life is actually not yours. It may sound like a clichéd statement but if you really think you may agree with me that there are lots of other factors, variables present which force us to live a life which we may not wholly agree with.

Ever tried controlling your life? Well you may say we all are in control of our lives since we live in a free world but life doesn’t likes to be controled, like us it also wants to be free…
And due to this you life is never constant but a series of changing events which keeps you guessing as to what to do next.

It’s interesting to note that the twist in life comes when you least expects it to come… over the past few months I have realized that I cannot control life and the factors which govern it. The only thing which I can control is I…
And I have tried to associate all the world happiness, sadness to myself rather than associating it with someone else ... since i can control myself but not others..

Like I said in my earlier blog I have no idea where do these questions come from but one thing I am damn sure now is that we do have to come up with an answer to these questions…

Angel and Devil:The Friendship!!!!

There are always stories, incidents which you like to share with others as to how you became friends with someone… how you hated the person at the first look and now you cannot get enough of that person…

What happens when two opposite meet, well they get attracted to each other. Because that’s what the law of physics says. And it has been saying this for past hundreds of years. And if it is good enough for physics then it should be good enough for relations too……

Now that’s where the interesting part comes up. Now this two people are not ordinary creation of God, one is an Angel and other one is a Devil himself. Both are created by the hands of god himself and both of them are needed to maintain the equilibrium of good and bad in this world.

They shouldn’t have met up in the first place and when they did in a competition it was hard for the Devil not to throw a challenge to the Angel. It was even harder to accept defeat from her. But over a period of time it became a mutual admiration on their part for each other.

For Devil talking to an Angel is as refreshing as the fresh morning dew. Something he really looks forward to. As for the Angel well she has been thought to be nice and thoughtful of others even if the other person happens to be the Devil …..

They meet up when ever they can and on their days off from their respective work they do make a point to meet up at their secret isolated location and talk. Even if the location happens to snow peak clad mountains... And that’s what they do, talk and talk for hours. And that they can do so in a peaceful manner is astonishing…

Over a period of time they have realized that there thoughts are almost the same which prompted the Devil to ask Angel the question “if our thoughts matches so much then why did god made you an Angel and me a Devil” to which the Angel replied “Everyone of us has a Devil and an Angel in them .its how you see yourself. Maybe you see only Devil in yourself and Angel in me…”

It’s amazing what a single moment or an act or a silly contest can do….well nothing much...it can get two people close and make them friends…..

Questions & Answers

There are times, moments in your life when you have more questions then answers, more self doubts then faith and you cease to be the driver of your own destiny. And this moment of time I have more questions than answers.

Where do these questions come from anyways, why they have to take away my peace of mind, make me insomniac? Guess reading a self help book could possible answer some of my question. But I won’t do it. I have too much pride in me which forbids me to do that.

Frustration is my companion now days. I feel frustrated, frustrated with the college, with the surroundings, with my friends. I have started enjoying staying alone, sitting in one corner of my room and looking up at the ceiling wondering were am I headed.

May be I will never be able to answer all the life’s question but hopefully I will be able to answer few of them.

"GURU-The Movie "

Watching a movie first day first show has its own charm, it’s a like mystery novel which you have picked on the weekend and cannot wait to reach the last page.
GURU is a story of a common Indian villager with dreams to succeed in this world and he can go at any lengths to fulfill it. For him “the ends justify the means” Partially based on the life of Dhirubhai Ambani the movie showcases the journey of Gurukant Desai from a tiny village in Gujarat to becoming the richest businessman in the country.
Giving Abhishek company is Ashwariya rai who plays his wife Sujata. Mithun plays the role of a owner of newspaper. Madhavan plays a fiery reporter and Vidya balan looking beautiful as ever plays the role of a crippled young girl.
In an author backed roled Abhishek proves again why he is the hottest star in the bollywood. The love chemistry between the lead pair is to be seen. Vidya balan is wasted. Even though she puts her heart and smile in her role she could have been used better.
The duo of Gluzar and A.R Rehman delivers yet again. The music is good .The climax though has a shade of the movie “Aviator” where in the movie the protagonist Howard Hughes faces an inquiry.
In the end you are confused as to what the director wanted to say. Whether he wants to justify the means employed be the protagonist to achieve his goals wherein he pays no regards to the rules of the land and make him a hero who got rich along the way making the people richer too.

But even though the pace of the movie slows down in the second half it is nevertheless an inspiring movie. it makes us think . It tells us no matter who you are where you are from you have the right to dream big in this world ..And that my friend is the story of GURU.

Blog version 2.0

Weeks of planning, Working long backbreaking hours on my laptop I have finally managed to give a complete new look to my blogpage. So what’s new?The background features two of my favorite team’s .The Ferrari and Manchester United. Most of my time was spent getting it right on Photoshop; I have also used the Ferrari Prancing Horse as the bullets. The end result a unique blogpage to myself..

After lot of coaxing from my friends I have decided to publish my poems reluctantly though.In addition I have also added a clustermap, and a visitor counter. Any comments as to how I can improve my page further are always welcomed. Ciao.