Blog abandoned… and Shifted.

As I’d mentioned in my previous posts, I am contemplating abandoning this personal blog of mine… or in other words, I am going to keep my private life, private. Well, to the most part.

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I have shifted my Tech Blog at PROJectBee.org . I might post a couple of philosophical rants, and may be personal notes once in a while. You could subscribe the feed of my new blog. Please make necessary changes to your blogrolls and feed readers. I ensure, it’s a quality product 🙂

By the way, I am not going to abandon the blogs I have been reading and commenting on. I’ll still be visiting you guys. 🙂

Run Lola Run… :)

I was working on an introductory paper on RFC 2616 (HTTP Protocol v1.1) today, and had my free iPod shuffle plugged in. I was on the verge of finishing the paper when it transitioned from MaahiVe (Kaante) to Tere Bina Zindagi (Aandhi).

I’ve listened to this song a thousand times, if not more. In fact I must have heard it at least twice yesterday night, and skipped a couple of times. But this was something different. I had a strange feeling. Then the dialogue between Sanjeev Kumar (SK) & Suchitra Sen (SS) came in:

SK: Suno Arti, ye jo phulon ki belen nazar aati hain na ye dar-asal
arabi main aayaten likhii hain. Inhe din ke vaqt dekhna
bilkul saaf nazar aati hain. Din ke Waqt ye saara paani se bharaa
rahataa hai. Din ke Waqt.. ye jo phuhaare hain…..
Suchitra Sen: Din ki baat kyun kar rahe ho. kahaan aa paauungi main din ke Waqt
SK: Ye jo chaand hai na ise raat main dekhnaa… Ye din mein nahi nikaltaa…
SS: ye to roj nikaltaa hogaa
SK: haan lekin kabhii kabhii amaavas aa jaati hai. Waise to amaavas 15 dinon
ki hoti hai lekin is baar bahut lambi thhii
SS: Nau baras lambi thhii naa..

(just a li’ll background. These two people were married, but one fine day, the lady leaves her husband to follow her father’s inheritance of politics. Nine years later, she visits the city for a political campaign and stays in the hotel where her husband is a manager. She goes the house for a dinner, following which both take a walk, this is when the song is played and a conversation takes place. Following is just part of it.)

…and Thud! Something hit me really hard. I don’t know what it was, or why! It just made me feel really.. helpless.
May be it was simply the excitement of finally finishing the paper coupled with an emotional line; or may be just a transition from a fast paced song (MaahiVe) to this one; or may be the story of Kashmir Singh, a prisoner of war, being released by Pakistan after 35 long years was still on my mind when Suchitra Sen reminds Sanjeev Kumar of their troubled relationship of 9 years…

…Or may be it was all. 🙂

Trust me. I am not at all being dramatic. The thought of a relationship floating in troubled waters for 9 long years just because two people couldn’t sort things out… despite being in love so strong that’d eventually survive a separation so long, send shivers in me.

Uh! What the hell! Who cares? Life goes on… Doesn’t it? 🙂

…or does it?

Anyhoo! You enjoy the song 🙂
The above written dialogue is at the beginning of the 3rd minute.

[Quote] Relationships

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people…

                                                                                                                                                                  –unknown

Reminds me of a sher by lyricist Hasti, sung by Jagjit Singh:

Jism ki baat nahi thi unke dil tak jaana tha,
Lambi duri tay karne mein waqt to lagta hai…

[Discussion Forum] Harsh words, or the Piercing silence!

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 Picture by shashchatter : http://www.flickr.com/photos/shashchatter/184930213/

Zara Aawaz ka Lehza to badlo,
Zara Maddham karo is aanch ko Sonaa.n
Ke jal jaate hain Kungre narm Rishton ke
Zara Alfaaz ke Nakhun tarasho
Bahot Chubhte hain jab Narazgi se baat karti ho…!

-Gulzar Saab

A few days ago, a very special friend of mine sent it to me. The couplets left me wondering, which hurts more in a relationship when things are not so good:

1. Harsh words… that convey things one never meant to say, OR
2. The piercing silence… that nullify every attempt to bring things on track.

Would love to know what you guys think.

Back, I am… :(

I finally made it after more than 18 months. I finally defied every problem and paid my village a visit.
The perks were amazing -bad health for 8/11 days (with the effects still audible), slow internet etc. etc. However, meeting your grandparents, and cousins is something that’s belittles these perks. Moreover, getting sick helped me stay away from work, which is pretty hard to resist. On the downside, I was almost cut-off from the net. So if you were wondering why haven’t I commented your blogs for so long, you know the reason now.

The itinerary was from 29th Nov.-10th Dec was Bangalore – Bhubaneswar – MyVillage near Banaras – Rampur – Moradabad – Delhi – Bangalore. Most of the time was spent at my village, but I also got to attend Barsha didi’s marriage and meet other relatives at other locations too.

Quite obviously, I took a greaat deal of pictures, some of which have come out real well. Here’s my favourite picture of me and my Dadaji (GrandPa). It was taken by my uncle who gave the caption “There’s no generation gap”, considering that there isn’t any gap between us. Another friend of mine reminded me that our body structure and the way we walk is a lot similar.

I also shared it with a few friends. Johnny and Lalit mailed me to inform that they are using it as their wallpaper 🙂

Me & Dadaji

Click here to see it in full size. There a lot of other new pictures on my flickr account.

Laghu Katha – III

After a genuine ingenious post, I am back to copying stuff and then garnishing them “ma way”. 🙂
I’d read this piece at some random place and was reminded of it while thinking about the third short story. I present you my version of the story.
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There lived a girl at the hills. She met an accident at the age of 7 and lost her sight.
Sight, however, was not the only thing that she lost. The accident also took away her smile, her happiness… her confidence… and worst, her faith in everything… everyone.

She now preferred to be alone.
She loved the sound of rain as her companion. She used to sit near the window for hours, listening to the sounds of rain, frogs, birds… and trying to separate them. When it was not rainining, she would go to the hills and listen to the birds… and would sometimes… fly with them.

The hills, apparently, don’t just have birds. She met him one fine day… and became close in no time. He seemed to be the only one who seemed to understand her. She was the one who completed him.

The day he proposed her to marry him was the day of heavy rains. But she didn’t have any confidence left in her. Moreover, she realized that she didn’t trust him SO much. She put the condition, even heavier than the rains, “I’ll marry you the day I get my sight back”. She knew that’d never happen again.

Months passed. One cloudy day her brother informed that the doctor says that she might get her sight back, after a tiny-miny cornea transplant operation. The clear sky brought her sight back. She could now separate the water, the frogs, and the birds… with her eyes too.

A few days later he came to meet her and reminded her of the promise… but…. he…. he is blind too.
“Is that the reason he understood me…. could relate to me? I can… no… I cannot live with him. I wanted him to be my support… not to become his sight.”, she thought and… denied. It was not an easy decision, but she had to.

It was tough to differentiate and decide which was heavier, the rain pouring on the roof… or the rain pouring on his cheeks. He stood to leave, but turned around at the gate… looked straight at her… as if he could look deep into her eyes… and said with tear flowing down his eyes, “Take care of yourslef… and…… my eyes!”
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Okay! I failed to make this one a Laghu Katha.
Apologies.