Shayar ke Dohe ;)

humari ye ada humari ye wafa....humara ye style....sabko pani karde jaisay river nile,
jalim hai jamana......jalim hai aapki smile.....munaabhai foreign gaye to circuit short ho gaya bhai,
Office main hum gaye to kya pata chale hamien yara.....boss hamara doston, hai kamzori ka mara.
hai kamzori ka mara wo , karta na samne baat....peet peechay chaku ghope...log usko kehte smart....
humne bhi tamanche nikale....udankhatole pe huay sawar....apni shayari se zalim....kar diye humne bhi do do haat :D
aisi hai hamari dastan....dukhbhari story for the while...jaisay Musharaf ki qawaidi...qawalli banke samne ayi...
nadani hamein aati nahi , firki ki tarah kartein hain baad.....hyderabadi istyle main hum hain lucknowi nawab ;)

-Aadab arz hai :D

Examination Blues

Another lazy morning.....11:00 a.m. on the clock.
Figuring out what to do next...was something that struck me off.
My head was spinning with debit and credit,ratios and balance sheets.
and trial balance of my state was like "Sugar witthout sweet" ;)
As per an ancient hostel saying, when the examination fever hits...
going to the moon and coming back, happens like a quick fix :))

I need an inspiration, or a kick on my butt to be precise...
to pass this financial hurdle without any debts by my side... :D
(P.S: I haven't started with OB, shall be dedicating a separate prose for the same.
may the OB gods be kind to me-Amen)

...And then the OB gods appeared in my dream...
they recited their versus of high performing teams..
In Desi if I say the idea was so damn simple,
I needed the Junta with me to do a little Jingle and mingle ;)

Now it comes upon us, to show the lessons that we have learnt.
In OB,PM and finance to see if good marks are earned :)

Parle bisucits and the Legend of Rahul Singh:

It's early morning and I'm hunger struck.I've tried a mouthful of dry cornfalkes, handful of sugar, bournvita and verociously searched for some food article in the room, but all I could get is despair.Hunger is more than a torturous curse.I'd realised this during my hostel days.Seeing a packet of Parle-G in a forgotten corner had risen the spirits of the gods within( no it's not exaggeratiion).
I re-fule my water bottel, unplug the wires connected to my laptop, the blogger within has awakened and some thing is about to flood out, and within the
comforts of my blanket I narrate the incident of Parle biscuit and the Legend of Rahul Singh:

Odd semesters are held during the winters, which are bitterly cold in Northern India. It was one such winter night.
The lands of greater noida wore a blanket of mist and fog and tempreatures dipped to as low as 5 degrees. While the students shivered in their cosy beds,

cursing themselves to have finished reading a page so that they'll have to move their fingers, or getting up for dinners or loos.It was late night and a pestered
soul named Akshat Joshi grew increasingly uneasy in his room. Reason: He was hungry.
It is important to know what hunger is.It really is.One of the most important takeaways of living in the hostel was that we came to know what hunger was.
Young hostel boys are smart.
We use to get small Parle biscuit packets with tea during the suppers. Which the boys saved for the night.
As the college was located by the expressway and the area around was quite deserted, we had to keep our rations saved to encounter hunger during the night.
But on that fateful night I didn't notice that I had nothing left with me.I groaned with uneasiness, my hunger was increasing, it's a difficult feeling to explain,
it was increasingly torturous, slow death I'll say, just like the snake cunningly hisssesssssss at the small mice dropped in his cage knowing that he shall ravish him with
a single venemous shot. I begged for something to eat from my room-mate.But he had managed to kill his hunger, a trait of a normal EC student who doesn't have time to realise
that he needs to carry out normal life processes other than studies.. :DD phew..!!
I stumbled outside into the corridors, knocked madly at the gates of friends and juniors, begging them for "something to eat".The response was
an honest and helpless "NO" until I knocked the gates of Room No 215.
Rahul was a friend good enough to be looked uppon in times of such dier emergency.I was just giving it a try, may be he had something he could share with his poor friend.
And just the magician pulls a rabbit out of the Hat. Rahul pulled out a couple of Parle biscuits which he was saving over the days.
It was a moment of redemption for me. Some of the rare moments in life when you actually wish for something and it happens the very next moment (Another such moment was my selection in iGATE)
It also shows the kindness of my friend who was willing to share something which was of use to him.Something which I'll always remember and try to adapt.

The Lost World….

The days were blackened with misery and pain….
As I laid my head on the window pane….
Thinking about the sunshine days…..
of youth and glory….of love and pain….
Is this the end? I asked myself…..
Of unknown adventures and mortal gains…
Of blind trust and unshaken faith…
Of selfless friendship, which stood through the tides…
Of unknown relations which never said good bye….
The world has changed and the people too….
And Joe doesn’t know what to do?
But he shall continue, as he did in the good old times….
Try to make his poems rhyme…
But Joe will one day have to accept….
The irony with life,people and the rest …
That every thing calls for a constant change….
Loosing the present like the falling rain….
Which travels from the heavens to the ground…..
bleaching it wet and disappearing …. In the unknown World
…The Lost world…..

A Perfect Sunday

It’s been one of those days, which one would write as an essay topic and land up topping the exam.
Yes it’s been a perfect Sunday, everything has been celebrating the day it seems.It all started off with a busy hectic Saturday night. Friends, outing and no time for myself. My stockings were begging for a weekend wash, as all the 10 pairs I had, were either trying to come out from the stinky odur that the previous week’s hot water dip had somehow managed to suppress or they had inherited some odur from their peers. It was high time, I had to stop living in denial and do something about this grave issue ;).
So I woke after midnight half asleep and switched on the geyser. It seemed as if some tormented soul had got into my body and was making me wash my clothes. Kudos to Mr. Issac Newton who defined inertia as the degree of an object to continue in it’s current state, and guess what guys I was in dynamic Inertia. By 2:00 hrs Sunday morning I was done washing my clothes,I had washed them with surf and rinsed again with water, for those of you who haven’t had any hands on eperience in washing clothes ,that was a herculean effort.Phew quite a lot of washing it seems. So I slept sometime I don’t remember. My sleep occasionally broke up by ringing of my phone or chirping of birds. But I managed to mainatain my inertial state and woke up at 14:00hrs :).
I had more than 24hrs before I could start my Monday (Yep, I had to go in the noon). So my Sunday was all set to begin and what better way than to listen to “Linkin Park”.
The rough office schedule and living with the frustration of leading a life of an ideal or idol s/w engineer ( far away from home, no GF, no sense of humor, etc.etc…) was inspiring me to listen to something like this. It was indeed a spiritually and mentally uplifting experience listening to them after such along time. It was soothing and I felt nice and pissed off :)


........To Be continued.........

A distant dream...

I was sleeping in my bed.
dreaming about an unknown spec...
of a memory of my past...
which had caused me pain and wrath...
I begged for mercy and tried to run........
from the nightmare,into a group of Huns....
who chased me down like a dog...
and pestered me with bows and swords......
I was frightened and terrified......
seeked protection more than demise....
and against my hope I held out my hand....
for some divine mercy to land......
what happened next is a miracle I know...
A prayer got answered with a subtle flow....
I felt a gentle touch,and a joy within...
which made me cry and dance like the spring....
The Huns disappeared as the Sun rose high.....
above the dark clouds, across the sky....
I smelt a scent of something divine.....which guided me to a holy shrine....
and as I knelt besides the stone.....
to share my sorrow with the blessing unknown...
The Sun started to turn blinding bright....
It was nothin but me opening my eyes
there was comfort and kindness in her arms....
which gently took away all my qualms
they caressed me with tender and affection
something which I seeked but was under repression.
It was a moment with no sense of time..............
and then I saw myself again near the holy shrine.. :)

Handcuffed in the Matrix

A blank page and a cursor blinking, good lines to start off with.I just scrolled back and corrected the spelling of "gud" to "good", what was I trying to achieve? Perfection!, naah I'm not one of those ambitious and motivated individuals, I wanted to be precise or rather follow the corrrect path. Why do I want to do that? Yes, hard to accept but I was motivated by one of the basic needs of mankind.The need of being accepted and appreciated by the society.
Fear is an extension of this need. To be more precise, an average person is motivated by fear, in this case social acceptability drives an average individual to follow and achieve excellence in what is being done in th respective society.
I want to emphasise on the average man, because an average person is often mistaken to be a commoner. But what people dont realise is that every great individual is average in many ways and it is the "social perception" that makes him above average.Also what an average person doesn't realise is that he is below average in many ways, again via "social perception".
"Social perception" is indeed a strong infact the strongest force in the human society. It can cause a Rennaisance, can dethrone monarchs,can free countries and what is most ironical, disperse the truth like magic through the wand.
"Social perception" formed by people, who constitute a society.A Society is important for the weak,because it protects it and exploits it simultaneously."There is no free lunch."

Wandering Cloud

As i wore my headphones around

and heard the guitar jiggle so loud...

the beats were goin up and down,

of savage garden playin metldown...

I felt like a lonely cloud,flying in harmony over and around..

of valleys,seas and distant lands...

which meant nothing,but bits of pan.....

This is what music can do ..

make you a wanderer when you got things to do :)

THE YEAR 2009: MEMOIRS

It’s been another eventful year, looking back I could see myself as an engineering graduate, passing out of college with two job offers, a healthy percentage,bunch of friends and memories to be cherished for a life time.The future seemed promising and like any normal person I had started savouring on the days to come.I had my planning done, I was all set to join “accenture” by sep 2008,which had been my dream company as an engineering student.I was young and I had plans of working for a big name,seeking status among friends and acting humble.It’s easy to befool your self at times (in fact it’s the easiest thing in the world).I thought i’d seen a lot in life and had become wise and somehow had lost respect for people around in my sub concious mind as I’d started judging them.These things are subtle.You might think yourself as a an idealist or “A good person” but human beings are so much into self obsession that they often land up overlooking the the devil in them,creating a self image which when breaks leaves them shattered for a while making them into newbie philatropists and bloggers :)
So I had my moment of truth some where around Sep’08 when “Lehmann Brothers” filed for bankaruptcy.This news assured everyone with a little common sense that there were troubled waters ahead.But I was somewhat happy that I had offer from a “big company” like accenture who pretended to be sailing smooth in these times as well.So I waited for my joining date confidently, which gradually changed into hope by dewali and to despair post dewali.2009 was approaching and we were almost told that we might not receive our joining till June 2009.
Meanwhile some unfortunate incidents happened with our batch. One of our friends “Neha Jain” passed away in a tragic Bus accident. She was walking on the correct side but still was run over by a lunatic driver of a local bus. Her elder sister was getting married in a week. She fought for her life for 15 days in the ICU, the photographs shook my soul.A shiver still runs down through my spine when I remember seeing those.I felt like a pigheaded, selfish asshole who was cribbing for something so base(joining date).After many years I hated myself.
I had earlier got a call from iGATE for a support job for the time being but I had told them to call me only for a s/w engg.The gods were kind with me and HRs from iGATE responded positively by calling me on 08-Jan-09 as a s/w engg.Ironically the next batch called @iGATE was in June’09.I realised I had been lucky but wasn’t grateful enough.I still wanted to be in accenture. It is human weakness to believe the grass to be greener in distant lands.
Igate has been my lucky charm since time in memory. It was my first company which I cracked as a student and life took a positive turn after that. In such peak recession time as well it was iGATE which came to my rescue. After three months of training which was an unforgettable experience in it’s own. On May 10th 2009 I, along with four other batch mates were selected for the GE-Commercial Finance project and a new journey began :)


Corp Apps:No it’s not coporate Apes, it’s the name of my team, though we prefer being called by the latter.
Corp Apps could best be defined as a bunch of intellectal lunatics,who are graded for not how good they are at work but how good they are at pulling each others leg (Of course thats the humorous side).
Work and fun blended beautifully at this place. I’d heard about s/w engineers being cool and happening. It was the first time I realised the same.People around were educated,humble,had exquisite manners and also had a tremendous sense of humour, which characterized them distinctly in the team. It was the first time I saw what exactly is being a part of a team is, helping the newbies, not getting irritated, sharing mistakes though it might sound like a “Eutopian state” but I did have my share of politics. But again all these faces were part of what Group dynamics says:”Forming,Storming,Norming”.
“Happiness is like humility,the moment you realize you are humble,you are not”
-Jedda Krishnamurthy
I was happy working at iGATE and I didn’t realise it until the day I got my joining for Accenture as 31st of Aug ‘09. It was a tough decision to make, as I’d got my joining for Gurgaon which was closer to home.I was in a fix, it was a catch22 situation. I consulted friends but it was me who had to make a decision.I had decided to join Accenture. On the way home that day I looked around and realized that I was happy here, and going to an unknown place among unknown people is not what I want.
I was not ambitious but I was a status seeker, being ambitious is healthy, being a status seeker, pathetic. I introspected and decided not to run after accenture which had ditched me at the time of need.I decided to stick to iGATE at the very last moment. A decision which brought about immense degree of satisfaction and pride with it. :)

So it’s been one year now at Igate,with every passing day I learn new things, there are good times which I cherish and bad times which help me realise the importance of the former.I make mistakes, curse my self make them again,and finally learn. Day after day I see my self grooming up for the future,which is uncertain.I feel nervous,feeling of doubt,hopelessness and fear at times broods over me. But I’m learning to walk through them as it is the best way out.