Curious

am curious as to whats happening...
curious as to whats going to happen...
curious to know time...
curious to know will parallel lines ever meet...
curious to know when and where they meet...
curious to know the ending...
curious to know nature...
curious to know why trees lose all their leaves...
curious to know how plants communicate...
curious to know if i will ever meet an alien...
curious to know whats beyond...
curious to know why this is being written...
curious to know whether this makes any sense...

maut ke saaye...

this always reminds of the line - silence before the storm.
and the following lines sung by john abraham in the song - yeh hai meri kahani - from the movie zinda.

बजाय प्यार की शबनम मेरे गुलिस्तान  में
 बरसते रहते है  हर सिंत  मौत  के  साये
सियाहियों से  उलझ  पड़ती  हैं  मेरी  आँखें
कोई  नहीं  .. कोई  भी  नहीं  जो  बतलाये
कितनी  देर  उजालों  की  राह  देखे 
कोई  नहीं  है  कोई  भी   नहीं
न  पास  न   दूर
यह  प्यार  है
दिल  की  धड़कन
अपनी  चाहत  का   जो  एलान   किये  जाती  है
ज़िन्दगी  है  जो  जिए  जाती  है
खून  के  बूंद   पिए   जाती  है 
ख्वाब  काटों  से  सिये  जाती  है

Caring Hands

these hands could have been doing something else. but, they do this job. some job, with honesty, to support their family, to make both ends meet.
its caring heart.

hope of life...

its 0030 hrs and its pouring cats and dogs. and here i am busy in thoughts.

hope. a reason to... a reason for everything.

hope that this light, found recently, stays with me, forever!

becoming...

thoughts are cluttered yet again.
lets say, there is a thought. this thought can become a reality. or it might not. so, the probability of that thought becoming a reality is 50%. mind is like railway locomotive (diesel). i need to be precise here. :) diesel locos are put to halt only when they are decommissioned or when they are under repairs. else, the loco is always idling, if not pulling a train of coaches or wagons behind. like wise, brain also never comes to rest and thoughts are always in process.
now, with probability of 50% as starting point, thoughts build and it might take a certain higher value. when reality arrives, this thought which is at a higher value, has to take value of 0 or 1. reaching 1 is not difficult as it has already reached it or some where near it. reaching 0 is a problem as it has to come all the way down and if its not possible, then system may collapse.
so, to prevent the system from collapsing,  its better not to fuzzify things, even though life is fuzzy - things which are not white are not black. there are shades of gray. treat the thought with probability of 0 until its 1. certain thoughts can never be in parts. its either there or no there.
but then and but still,
उम्मीद पे दुनिया खायं है!

crack !

crack : 1. gone to nuts, a nut case 2. may be used as border to differeniate imaginary rights, used as boundaries 3. broken, shattered

whenever i travel by train, i get my seat reserved. if the journey is from mysore, i always find somebody or the other all ready sitting on the seat. then the usual fight for seat as i exercise my right as i have a valid reserved ticket. what a wonderful way to start a journey! this time, there was a very aged lady and i dint want to argue. so, managed my self and finished 'the week' i had purchased. rest was very uneventful. not that this was eventful and worth few words.
reached bangalore and my mind was in chaos.took the subway and came up to wonder station has changed - where is the exit ? then realised that i was on platform 2-3 and exit was beyond that. reached outside and there was a downpur. again, i thought, getting drenched in rain is a nice idea as it can help me wash chaos and ease things a little. so, walked towards majestic bustand, in the heavy rain. its a nice feeling to walk in the rain, in always crowded majestic (now not a person to be seen). reached bus stand, all drenched, to find out it had stopped raining. with everybody staring at me with wierd expression on their faces, i could read their faces. it said - what a crack! nut case ! they all had taken some shelter and i was the only one dripping wet.
may be i made a laughing stock of myself, but who cares, as long as i enjoyed the uncrowed majestic and beautiful rain!

the recent judgement on ayodhya, decided where god should stay. this is heights! who are we to say that when whole of this universe is his creation ? and it took 60 years to pass this lousy judgement, without realising that god is GOD.

was wondering what are the things, which when, once broken, shattered, cannot be repaired ?
milk to curds. curd is something good but its never milk again.
a cracked mirror. we might buy a new one, but the old one is gone.
any more suggestions ?

itchy feet - 2

mind has reached a stage, where its cluttered. seems like its in a cetrifuge, at very high rpm.
now that, what makes a person fall in love with the city the person lives in, is known, mind has lost clarity.
certain things may seem beautiful when masked.

but, for mind, for the process of thought, things have to be clear. to be precise, hopelessly clear.

बस. यह शहर रास नहीं आया!
better strategies!