Some of the Poems I have strated liking...

You Learn After a while
you learn the subtle difference Between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn...
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.


So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.


And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth...

And you learn and learn...

With every good-bye you learn.




~Jorge Luis Borges.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

:Kipling

Tress Pass

I was having a quite a normal Friday, when suddenly someone poked me to pamper myself. Imagine if somebody gives a person like me the compliment that u have a nose like Nicole Kidman. Someone like me can be inferred from the fact that my room mates are getting special tax benefits from Govt. Of India under serving the Migrants Act because Govt think they are serving a Starving Somalian (Meeeeeeeeeeeeee) .And my aunt checked the atlas to validate whether UK has merged with Nigeria (After seeing me she is dead sure that my company sends people to Africa on name of onsite). So itna sab kuch janne par agar koi aapko ache se compliment de u feel like pampering urself, so I went to L’Oreal (Quite Costly, but that’s what pampering means). I thought to have my mane checked and hence asked for a haircut.
I was looking for some familiar face there but as I’m a rarity in the beauty saloons as public in Ram gopal Verma’s film, I didn’t find any. The counter person referred me to Bronzy, and a body builder took me inside (pakka wo sure hoga ki yeh ladki under ki duniya dekh kar bhaag jayegi, ya phir unhe riots hone ka dar hoga, as other people will never allow person like me to be next to them). That body-builder asked me to sit and went out, mujhe laga ki ab koi sundar se ladki aayegi and baalo ko achi si champi degi (please don’t take it in any other sense, I was simply dreaming of my hostel days jab hum sab 1 line me baith kar sar par champi karwaya karte the). But as I’m the favorite comedy of the life, to my full horror that Body-builder turned out to be Bronzy Body-Builder (ya he was BRONZY, after this I’ve actually become an active member of Stop Unisex Name Committee). So he started with the washing of my tresses (I’m dead sure that L’Oreal people are highest water tax payer, he must have used so much water ki pure Bangalore ko 2 days ki water supply tabaah hogayi hogi ). Aur to aur aadhe baal to mere uske dar ki wajah se hi tut gaye hoge.
Sitting on a high chair, which can make even a toddler look like Bipasa Basu and getting mane maintenance (kitna solid & technical naam lagta hai na?) from a body builder can be a nightmare come true, and over that his questions: like which hair cut u need, what should be the upper length, lower length, the distinction length and the style; can drive anyone crazy. But me without being deterred by all the adversities, simply prayered to God & thought this can never be tough then the engg. papers which I have successfully given. So I told him ki do whatever u want to do with my hairs, bas I should not look like Anupam Kher in Lead India. After which he didn’t ask me a single question (usse pata chal gaya tha meri frequency ka) so I simply closed my eyes. After a siesta of half an hour, I felt some hot balloon bursting on my head, and checked out that the Bronzy is having a machine gun in his hand to shoot me,yaar har kisiki limit hoti hai sahan karne ki (ussi waqt I decided that I’ll actually resign from my company if I come out alive from this saloon), bhagwaan to bas yehi chahte hai ki I resign from my company and that Machine gun turned into a hair dryer. But after seeing machine gun in ones hair dresser’s hand, only Bush can sleep; and being on just a single step higher to Bush in IQ section, I moved out of my sleeping beauty mode. After some 1 hour bronzy stopped the gun and asked me to look into my hairs from back; and what’s this? I saw the whole curls & they were beautiful. First of all I remembered the Mentos Ad and I thought ki beta paaka isne tujhe Anupam Kher bana dala hai aur yeh sab ussi ko chupane ke liye hai. But the looks in other people’s eyes made me think ki may be they are for real. And that’s how I got my first Curls, and I’m loving it.
So I came to cash counter and heard it ringing (I was afraid of the hole in my purse, but believe me it was not such a big one and its worth that), but there I saw the Ibzie (she was there when I went to saloon first time with one of My Mallu friend) and as I guess both of them have had a crush for each other. And me being as popular among shop keepers as pani puri in any Indian city, she recognized me. And thanks Vikas, because of u I got a discount of 62 Rs. I owe a treat to u over that, waise I have told her that u are actually missing her and wishing to come to Bangalore to just meet her .and one more thing I have cleared that u r single and very much ready to mingle after which she has actually offered me tender coconut.
No matter what ever I have told about Bronzy, he is great in his work, and I’ll recommend everyone to go to L’Oreal and get a Mane Check there. Because u Worth it.

My Tryst with destiny

Finally I got a second round call from a company…ya I’m looking for a change and looking for some good EXCITING offers (no puns involved, its purely professional offers am talking about)…imagine, MEEEEEEEEEE getting a second round call, the last time I cleared any interview was some 1 year back and they rejected me based on my company being their strategic partner. Yaar yeh meri company wale bhi har kisike strategic partner ban jate hai to meri kya galti hai. So I was just amazed that this HR gal again called me (usne abhi tak mujhe itni baar call kar diya hai ki mujhe tension hogaya hai ki kahi yeh log human trafficking me to involved nahi hai and mujhe Japan me illegally transport karne wale ho, as it is a Japanese MNC aur waha waise bhi Sex Ratio is very bad…nahiiiiiiiiiiiiii) and asked how was my interview, I thought that the interview panel (it was of 3 member team) has actually told her that NEVER EVER entertain this gal again in life, she is shameless dumb with over rated experience of working with Google & SDN(our SAP forum) and who is the last person they want to be in their office, I have actually told them for one answer that I don’t know the answer but if such scenario will come I’ll search in SDN (and the interviewer actually laughed or choked , I was on phone so cant distinguish the sound and will prefer it to be a laughing sound) . I as usual in my Official tone said, its u who have to tell me and not me (kya dialogue marti hu na main time par)… so she laughed again, I was really sure ki beta NCR jane ka tera sapna sapna hi rah jayega and tujhe yehi issi Cubicle me baith kar aise hi blog likhna padega jindagi bhar…aur teri pehli company teri last company hi rahegi (yeh bhi mera hi dialogue hai, bas maine socha tha ki beech me 5-6 company badal kar wapas yaha aajaongi, ab aisa koi option najar nahi aaraha hai).
She said: Oh, he he he!!!(My way of expressing her laughter, pata nahi mujhe sun kar itna kyu hasti hai, meri awwaj itni kharab to nahi hai, ya phir kahi wo…….)… then also what will u say about it?
Me: I’ll rate it to be a good discussion (interview agar bura ho to hamesha discussion kahna chahiye, aisa mujhe mere manager ne kaha tha 1 baar, humare yaha har koi chahta hai ki main Company chod kar bhaag jao that’s why they keep giving me tips, imagine I discussed my interview with my Practice vice-head on chatting? And he gave me tips to do better next time, unhe bhi pata tha ki kuch nahi hone wala is ladki ka)
She: He he he!!! Ya it was actually a nice discussion, they really liked ur attitude. (haa beta, sdn se chori karke kaam karne me attitude hi chahiye waise bhi 1 IT engg ka yeh dharma hai ki wo CTRL F, V, C and Google ke bina koi kaam na kare)
Me: Thanks.(Ab kah bhi do ki ur time is up, go and look for some other job).
She: So do u have any plans to go to ur home town in next week? (Humara pehli meeting me hi discussion hogaya hai family, hometown and relationship status ke bare me, oh my…kahi maine usse koi galat signal to nahi diya na?)
Me: No, not before Holi (If I’m in India, my manager actually prefer me having all festivals in UK, so may be am again back to UK on holi).
She: oh, so are u free tomorrow? (yaar agar ladka hota to main kahti haa, par yaar ladki ko…I know ladke to bina pitaji ki madad se mujhe nahi milne wale, but still….) we can have a second round of discussion.(Oh My! Me getting an offer for second round in the world’s 3 largest IT consultancy service Company that also with in 12 hours…see the change of image of company within seconds).
Me: Well I guess that should be fine with me, but can u tell me the time as I’m busy tomorrow( ya I have to book tickets and all those stuff for weekend, have to write another blog and have to read Bankelal, Dhruv and Pinki.)
She: Tomorrow anytime will be fine (beta yeh to pakka trafficking me involved hai nahi to mera kidnap plan hai, kahi kal inke office me mujhe kidnap kar liya jaye and mere papa se meri ransom ke liye phone kiya??? Papa to kahenge, le jao issen aur isse apne pass rakhne ka and iski bakwaas sunnne ke liye main extra paise dunga), u tell me what will be convenient for u?
Me: Well u tell me (My way of showing that I’m very much from Lucknow, and I respect what u say). I guess 10:00 will be fine (isse late agar gayi to mere delivery manager ko baat pahuch jayengi).
She: Ya that’s fine , waise bhi its just a fitment interview for ur roles & responsibilities, what u be doing here and some discussion with the practice head. We can close it tomorrow, and then u can get offer letter by tomorrow or Monday and we can close the issue.
Me: Thanks
(Beta yeh to pakka mera kidnap karne wali hai ya kisine mere naam ki supari bheji hai isse tabhi sara ISSUE kal tak PHINISH… )

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सीने में जलन आंखों में तूफ़ान सा क्यों है

सीने में जलन आंखों में तूफ़ान सा क्यों है
इस शहर में हर शख्स परेशान सा क्यो है

I was as usual making most out of my Friday , watching TV, playing basket ball( ya my new, in fact our room’s new fad) and making plans what to do this weekend with my room mates, that suddenly in one of the talent show, I guess in Little champs, I heard this song. Listening to this song after so many days, last time I heard on AIR FM some 6 months back, I filled with totally different emotion; I searched on Raga, heard this song and in office today searched for its lyrics.

सीने में जलन आँखों में तूफ़ान सा क्यों है
इस शहर में हर शख्स परेशान सा क्यों है
दिल है तो धड़कने का बहाना कोई
धून्धे पत्थर की तरह बेहिस-ओ-बेजान सा क्यों है
तनहाई की ये कौन सी मन्जिल है रफीको
ता-हद्द-ए-नज़र एक बयाबान सा क्यों है
क्या कोई नयी बात नज़र आती है हम में
आईना हमे देख के हैरान सा क्यों है

So true and so right for today’s fast paced life. May be again the birds of same feather flock together concept or everyone of our age is actually going through this phenomenon; that every single person I know have actually felt the emotions of this song sometime or another.
The reasons for this can be countless, may be we are homesick, or may be we are not satisfied with what we are or may be we always expect a lot from life, giving it a room to hurt in back, or may be we have actually become too manipulative that we want everything to be customized to the full extent causing a lot of pain if its not done. All those forwards reminding us of our past, days of school, days of childhood bring back a sweet memory, but what memory are we making now? A bitter memory. We are living to work nowadays rather than working to live. How many times actually have we done something which brought a genuine smile to our face, how many days have it been when playing was actually playing in the sun with friends, not playing on PCs a solo game. How many times going out for a cuppa of coffee was actually for spending a good time with friends rather than to avoid the pangs of loneliness or How many times have been come out of that remote control life and have seen stars brightening the sky? There are plenty of how many which I can think of and still numerous will remain untouched.
May be in the hurry to catch the train for success we have missed the bus of genuine friendship, love & some warm humane relations. But some how I’m glad I have friends, who have always been there for me and who have not let me have so many how many in my life.


दिल धून्धता है फिर वही फुरसत के रात दिन
बैठे रहे तसव्वुर-ए-जाना.न किये है
दिल धून्धता है फिर वही फुरसत के रात दिन…

जाडो की नर्म धूप और आँगन मे लेट कर
आंखो पे खीच कर तेरे आन्चल के साए को
औन्धे पडे रहे कभी करवट लिए हुए
दिल धून्धता है फिर वही फुरसत के रात दिन…

या गरमियो की रात जो पुरवैया चले
ठंडी सफ़ेद चादरों पे जगे देर तक
तारो को देखते रहे छत पर पडे हुए
दिल धून्धता है फिर वही फुरसत के रात दिन…

बर्फीली सर्दियों मे किसी भी पहाडी पर
वादी मे गून्जती हुई खामोशिया सुने
आंखो मे भीगे भीगे से लम्हे लिए हुए
दिल धून्धता ही फिर वही फुरसत के रात दिन…

Another Weekend...

26th January, Saturday; another day in my life, Thank god! It was Saturday so don’t have to hurry for office and can lie down on my bed longer. But, once the sleep is broken, lying down is so difficult, also there was no light and hence I can’t read news paper (don’t ask me the significance of light and news paper). Finally I pulled myself out of bed by 10:15 (it’s too early for me on a weekend) and thought of doing something which does not require electricity- cant play songs on comp, cant watch TV, cant switch on geyser, can’t read anything.
zapak…the light came and we (me & two of my roommate) thought of watching India-Australia cricket match. The match was on a dead-end and it was better to surf the channels, may be to get glimpse of something interesting, suddenly the Republic day parade was there on the oldest channel of the country. Those Brahmos & Agni Missiles, that Dhanush defense system, those tableaus of different states & departments, all took me back to those good old days.
Days, when we used to get up early in morning to join Prabhat Feri, when we used to go to school to see the hoisting of Indian Flag, days when getting laddus & samosas were the best thing on the Republic & Independence Day. When we used to run to home to see this parade on DD, when clamber atop elephants (getting the Child Bravery Award) was the biggest dream we had or at least participating in that parade was a dream. No matter how ill or tired we would have been but being a part of parade was something that would have taken away all the tiredness. When the Motorcycle stunts in the parade was better than any stunts in movies and our ideal were military people (at least mine was, I always wanted to be a doctor from AFMC). Days when “Aye Watan -2”, “Vande Matram” , “Sare Jaha se Acha” and plenty other songs were not rituals to be played but were sung with heart. Days when we used to stand while playing National Anthem not because we should, but because we felt doing that.
I don’t know about others, but looks like as I have grown older, all this sentiments have either been diluted or I have started taking all this in one go, what benefits will I get out of it, by showing these emotions? I doubt about the dilution of sentiments as when I saw the Parade and air show, I was proud to be a part of this country. Whenever anything good happens out of country, I’m proud of that. Outside country, I’m proud to say that “Yes, I’m a Techie from India” But why am not ashamed of so many bad things that happens in country? Why I actually cut myself out of the ailments of the country as if I’m no one to solve it or responsible for it or at least related to it? May be because we always want ourselves to be associated with the Best, we always look for things which will bring some value addition in the life; when country is doing well, we are happily associated with it, but when something is wrong we will simply discuss it and sit over it. Or may be we are too comfortable in our cocoon that we don’t want to go through the metamorphism and simply want to remain where we are comfortably placed. How many times have we done anything out of just sentiments for country or society? After watching RDB, I felt as if I can do so much for country, but that was just a tempo for 2 days. God forbids, if again tomorrow something like kargil happens, we will simply sit in our office, discuss over our foreign policies, write some blogs, condemn lack of Intelligence information, commend the bravery of our soldiers and will forget in two months what happened. And if something like china war happens, then we will again do the same, will send some email chains around the world that what’s happening is not humanitarian, right; so please pressurize the hostile country to stop doing this. But what will we actually do?
I have been part of army culture for a year or so and I have seen many of my friends’ fathers who were posted in the border, the way they used to think about country and life is totally different from what we do. why there is such a difference? May be we have become too materialistic or we actually do what we should do practically rather than what we want to do emotionally? Many of u will say that we are doing our bit by bringing Foreign exchange to country, making it the best IT destination around the world, safest market to invest in world. But is sitting in an AC office, working when it is must or when there is a deliverable, else at other time doing time pass, making bigger bucks for the IT giants is actually all what we can do to repay our debt towards country? Ya we do repay our county by taxes, but is that all we can do? I agree that we can bring lots of changes, just politics is too bad, there is so much of red tapism, we do need to think about our future, BUT…
I don’t know why I have written this, may be because I’m myself confused and want to confuse others about what I feel or may be just some whim of the mind, frenzy of the moment. In some time, after the office will start and I’ll be again doing some work, all this will be subsided and the sentiments for the society will also be subsided along with it. But still there will always remain something which will prick not mind, brain but the subconscious mind, heart & soul.

Up Above the World So high...Like a Kite in the Sky..

Working on a Monday morning is always a pain, and especially after a week which can be described as laziest week of my whole professional life ; but I guess the reason for this being the over exuberant weekend I had a week before. Imagine a weekend full of masti with ur friends, and that also the craziest things one can do. My weekend started on last Friday itself, with the Parikrama night, the show having Strings, Parikrama and Saif Ali Khan. But this blog is for the Best thing I would have done in a group full of wacky people like me; PARASAILING.
Just think urself, being in air, like a kite, flowing smoothly all over the places (hyperbole version, as we got only 5 minutes to be in air) and seeing all ur friends down there eagerly waiting the descend so that they can share the experience. It was really a great treat, at least for the mind of a confused techie.
All this parasailing plan started with Chetan telling me about this adventure’s trip, as I guess he thinks that I’m always there to do all the craziest and distinctly wacky things. And as we devised the itinerary for the Parasailing, I remembered that I actually have a group of people who will be more than happy to do this madness along with me, so the group of two people turned in a group of 10 people. We checked all the possible parasailing clubs in Bangalore, and all the offers they give us, and we ended up with Anand, an infoscian, may be because we found our techie bond with him. So the date was decided and our troop started from our origin to the destination Hoskote, a dried lake some 12 Kms from Bangalore, in two battalions, one in Car and another on bikes. The car battalion was the wackiest lot, led by me, Nagu and Shwetha and amply supported by Chetan, and the target being Dhaval Bhaiya & second Battalion led by Sourav & Parag. Imagine if u have been asked that what will u do if a vulture attacks u when u are in parasail or what will happen if u landed on some cow or may be cattle dung?
After a journey of an hour or so we reached hoskote, but finding our way from main road to the correct spot was the trickiest part of the journey. The road afterwards being suitable only for mud racing or for some hogging sport, hence the easier way was to follow the path defined by cattle; but as people say that sometime its better to make ur own path; we needed to follow our own instinct after we were misguided by the cattle. So we reached The Spot, and were on time (IST) where we waited for the wind to give us some feather for the flight and also for our second battalion to reach. The wind didn’t disappoint us much and we started off with the flight and Nagu being the one to take initiative; it was a smooth takeoff and smoother landing, as she was aptly supported by her weight or non weight.
Then came my turn, holding all those gears and waiting for the rope to be attached to the parasail was the longest wait; and then came the moment. The wind was not bad and it pretty much supported the flight, two or three running steps and yippee me in the air. Now I understood how kite would be feeling when it’s up in the air, everything down under ur vision, those tiny spots of cattle gazing, that greenery and everything around. It was so different than sitting in the airplane, with the breeze flowing through ur hairs, ur face, u can feel the purity of the air, the smell of the green grass and smell of the blue sky above u. those 3 or 5 minutes were simply scintillating, it was more of fun then of that initial fear. Before I can experience some more of the thrill, it was over and I landed without hurting any cattle or hurting myself (which I guess was a good part).
After me Shwetha, Chetan and Dhaval bhaiya did their part and I guess everyone was quite happy except chetan who was totally confused and whose confusion we were enhancing by our non-stop nonsense. This chatting was continuous till the second battalion came and took charge from us; it gave only a brief relief to others as we were again on chat mode in the car. It was actually a day to relish, coming from totally different moods, thrill of the flight, excitement of letting ur feelings out, fun and frolic of meeting so many friends after such a long time, I wish we carry on these trips regularly and this weekend does not remain the only weekend to be urself and with ur friends.
And as Nagu has correctly put, it would have been better if we would have been in Thailand or Himalaya, I’m just picturing myself flying like a kite over forests in Thailand with elephants down, white rivers all around.

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.
How I wonder What U r.
Up above the world so high.
Like a Kite in the sky.

Music for the Soul

It looks that everyone I know has liked TZP, may be that’s why it is said that birds of same feather flock together. But may be even these birds have some specific tastes which define individuals, hence this the blog for something for which I have developed taste this weekend only, Carnatic Music.
It was because of one of my good friend that I was able to attend the music program, and I’m very grateful to him & his friend for providing this opportunity. I have attended so many rock/pop concerts, and the experience for this program and all those concerts are totally different…I have attended the pop/rock concerts fully drenched in rain, totally exhausted and sometime that noise is so toll taking that u feel like puking everything out after a duration; it simply exhausts u ; I’m not saying that I never enjoyed, I always do and may be I’ll end up for Parikrma & Saif ali’s concert also. But this program, may be because of the ambience or may be simply because of the soft breeze flowing, did not exhaust me but relaxed.
I have read somewhere, “Mathematics is Music and Music is Mathematics”; I understood the part of Math being music, as it makes lots of people dance on its tune; but music as math? Well after seeing the intricacies involved in the Carnatic music, I was simply amazed. Does any one of u actually know about the mutual exclusion of the instruments like ghata, kanjira and morsing? Or that unlike western counterpart, Carnatic music is like a full 5-6 course menu, with Varnam or an invocatory be the appetizer, then the kritis or ragamalika, which is built over particular ragas, as side drinks, then the kalpanaswaram of the raga with the beat specific to the octave of the pitch or Shruti. And then the main course of raga alapana which will explore the raga then will build itself slowly giving way for tani avartanam, percussion for the solo performance by each artist. Based on the concert and the performers, it also includes tillanas or thukkadas. And at last the sweet desert of mangalam or the thankful prayer.
Please don’t kill me for all this Greek and Latin; but somehow this program took me back to the days when I used to do bharatnatyam and kathak and I was totally enchanted by so many intricacies & calculations that I bothered everyone around me and have come up these details... Me & my friend were totally out of place, place full of musicians & families where music would have been religion, and we both, in fact we three, totally aliens, who are not able to even grasp the notes. But as Elvis Presley has said

I don't know anything about music. In my knowledge you don't have to.

There was a girl sitting beside me, she was so good in this, believe me, that she used to start singing the raga and the song before the performers started to do, just by listening to the notes of the violin.
The vibrations caused by the notes, the zephyr caressing body, soothing music caressing & healing the soul, the spiritual atmosphere of the place as if it is cleansing all the sorrows and sadness…all was too great. And now I understand that when they say Music for the soul, it is this music which satisfies the senses, which help in attaining the freedom by losing ur self in the universe, when u feel that u and universe is one. I’ll quote Mr. Copland here

“The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, "Is there a meaning to
music?" My answer would be, "Yes." And "Can you state in so many words what the
meaning is?" My answer to that would be, "No."

As now I have become a part of the Carnatic Music group and somehow will be able to access lots of MP3 regarding the same, I guess u can soon see me as a trained vocal singer…just kidding… but believe me listening all this once in a while do make things better. And as a friendly advice, do sometime play music for the soul. Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body.

If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,The
appetite may sicken and so die.

At last, After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible
is music.

Dedicated to all my Teachers...

Finally I saw “Tare Zameen Par”, a nice movie and I will say a must watch, even though if u don’t like sentimental stories, one can go for the technical aspects. In the end of movie, there was no cacophony or hustle bustle; everything was so calm, as if everyone was trying to control the emotions which came running after watching the movie. How I watched this movie is itself an amusing story, but what made me write this blog is the typhoon of the memories which came along with this movie. This blog is dedicated to all those who have helped me, taught me and given me a side when I needed some one beside me.
Nikumbh Sir, well I also had some one, with the same importance in my life what Nikumbh sir would have been in the Ishaan’s life, in my school days who has actually made me the person I’m today. Sir “James K”- my class teacher in 9th class- I owe all my studies and career to him. I don’t know where he is now and what he is doing, but what he has taught me will always be with me. he taught me that

life is not fair at every moment, we have to get used to it and one failure is
not the end of the road; if u got failure, be strong enough to accept it and go
ahead with a dream to make it a success & if u got success, be modest &
humble enough to share the credit with everyone.

I was in the midst of a new life, when we were no longer kids & had a long time to mature as adults; he was the counselor for each one of us. A true teacher who not only made me work on my studies but also who induced the basic theories needed for the outside world- competitive, harsh & unfair- where every time we have totally new equations. I really owe my career and life to u Sir.
Then the most important teacher of my life- my father -who was every time there when I needed someone, whether to cry after failing first time in my life or to celebrate my success no matter how trivial it has been. Who encouraged me and patted me for making my first oil painting (it was a disaster, believe me. But still we use those pillow covers), or on winning the inter school skating championship or even on getting sometimes good marks by chance. Who has taught me differentiation and surds, organic nomenclature and hindi kavita. Who has written the speeches for me to be given on functions and who has helped me in learning so many things in life. He has always given me the liberty of being myself, being an individual without aping some one else or without proving some one else what I’m. I have learnt lots of things from my father, and I have actually inherited lots of things from him, whether they are bad or good for me but I’m proud of having those things. I can never express myself, and all who know me well, know it. But I’ll say just one thing that in next life, please God, give me my papa as my father.
Another fatherly figure in my life, Mr R.C.Srivastava- my class 8th SST teacher- Who has always provided me the guidance and love similar to my father. Who had lots of hopes from me, and I’m really very sorry that I have actually failed on most of them. I know sir, I’m not worthy of asking any thing from u, but please always be a part of my life.
K. Singh, teacher I was most dread of but the one who gave me the self confidence what I’m today. She has worked over my soft skills and English like anything and if some how people think that I have some soft skills and literary aptitude, it’s because of her. Thanks a lot maam, for telling me that

no one will actually cry with u, but there will be plenty of people who will
laugh at u. so if u want people to smile, u have to smile. People don’t have
time to stay and look for the intelligence or ur inner beauty, what you show is
what u get.

In fact I guess in my case, people run away after being with me for a longer time. Also for the same I want to thank Priyanka & Nisha, my class mate, very good friends of mine; you have actually given your time to make me at par with urselves. I know I can never be that, but thanks a lot for sharing so many tricks and adding value to my life.
In my professional life I owe my technology to Sateesh, he is the one who has been a friend, a mentor and a consultant whenever I needed any help. Thanks sateesh, won’t be writing much about u, but believe me u really have a special place in my career. There are few people in my professional life about whom I won’t be listening a single bad thing and u come in those.
Who says that only elders can be the one to give lessons of life? I have some of the friends who have always been there whenever I faltered and I needed some one to be with me. Richa, Mohit …I really owe my sanity to u people. U have tolerated all my temper losses, my insanity, my stupidity and my hypocrisy. Thanks a lot friends…u have actually shown me what true friendship is. People say that if u have 2 best friends, it’s the best thing; I’m lucky enough to have 4 best friends and loads of other friends whom I can trust my life and my self. I know I’m not writing about many of my friends, but may be because somehow there comes a fine line between friendship and mentoring, so please don’t feel that I’ve not learnt any lessons from u, I’ve learnt everyday a new thing from each one in my life. and I ‘m really glad that God has given me opportunities in form of so many individuals in my life, I know I’m no one to be a mentor or to add value to any one’s life and I can never repay this debt of knowledge what other people have given to me.
I’m writing this blog, not for the sake of writing something, but for actually telling the world that I’m proud of being associated with these people and if some how some day something happens to me, I don’t feel bad that I have never told these people & the World, what they meant to me.