Monday, July 6, 2015

Getting back to blogging

Being an active twitter user, it is constantly getting difficult for me to construct my thoughts in more than 140 characters. So what better than being an active blogger and collecting my thoughts in a nice blog.

After lot of procrastination I've finally given a facelift to this blog. Right now I am not really sure what all things I'll be blogging about, but hey we need to start somewhere right.

I just read my previous blog posts and now am wondering what I was smoking while putting up such stuff. Am not deleting these posts as they remind me of good old days, you can totally ignore to read them.

So I am back here for good :)

Let the journey begin. Again!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

#PowerLightAVillage Campaign by Garnier

A video is powerful medium to convey a message, I stumbled upon this video by @TheGarnierMan on Twitter which gives a beautiful message in a short duration of 2 minutes.

You are reading this, you must be having full access to electricity, but what about 4000 million Indians living across 72000 villages in India who still don't have a basic facility like electricity?

This is the story of a boy named Om, who decided to lighten up his sister's life, he decided to change the things instead of waiting for the change. The video shows that dreams can come true if we give our full efforts, if a little boy like Om can do it then everyone can do it. Our villages badly need electricity and this video pushes us hard to think about the darkness that still exists in those villages. It's one inspiring story.

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Friday, September 23, 2011

I just couldn't resist posting this poem here called Love After Love written by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

k main independent ho gaya hoon

Though not directly relates to Words From Beyond, however I still find it important enough to post it here.

Naya naya hun iss duniya me,,,
Mushkil se khud pe bharosa karna seekha hai,,,
Thoda sa kuch galat ho jaaye,,,
to logon ko lagta hai ye galat tareeka hai...!!!

Ghar se door wakt guzra to pata laga,,,
K main sirf upar se khush hoon,,,
andar se to main tanhaiiyon me kho gaya hoon,,,
Aur log samajhte hain......
k main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!

Darta tha jiss Routine me kaam karne se,,,
Usi kaa aadi ho gaya hun,,,
Man-marzi se reh to leta hun,,,
Par ye marzi hai upar wale ki,, ye bhi seh leta hoon,,,

Rojj yaad karke man me rota hoon...
un doston ko,, unki baaton ko,,,
Kya bataun doston tumhari yaad me,,,
nahate wakt inhi aansuon ko dubo gaya hoon,,,
Aur tum samajh rahe hoge......
k main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!

Bohot yaad aata wo papa ka gussa karna,,,
Wo maa ka meri baaton pe hasna,,,
wo bhai se ladna,,,
aur ladai karke fir saath padhana,,,
wo ghar ka lazeezz khana,,,
wo doston k saath free ki party udaana,,,

Tere khaane ki mahek yaad kerke maa, mera peit bhar jata hai,,,
Zabardasti kuch kha leta hun,,, kyuki shareer yahi chahta hai,,,
Par kaise bataun maa tujhe,,,
Aaj fir main bina Khaana khaye so gaya hoon,,,
Aur tu bi samajh rahi hogi......
k main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!

Agli zindagi isse behtar milegi, isi intezaar me ruka hoon,,,
Par aisa lagta h, isi Zindagi me sab kuch seekh chuka hoon,,,
Shayad yahi likha tha usne meri taqdeer me,,,
shayad jaldi dekhna chahta hai wo mujhe Tasveer me,,,

Katne ko masti me kat jaati hai zindagi,,,
Par shayad iska ehssas paane ki hasrat me,,,
Main murdaa ho gayaa hoon,,,
Aur marne k baad to m bhi kaunga duniya se,,,
k dekho main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Battle & Battle

The naked earth is warm with Spring,

And with green grass and bursting trees

Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,

And quivers in the sunny breeze;

And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light

And a striving evermore for these;

And he is dead, who will not fight;

And who dies fighting has increase.

The fighting man shall from the sun

Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth.

Speed with the light-foot winds to run,

And with the trees to newer birth.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Face : An Index Of Mind

Mind is the subtle form of this physical body. The physical body is the outward manifestation of the mind. So when the mind is rough, the body is rough too. As a man of rough appearance generally cannot invoke love and mercy of others, so a rough-minded man cannot invoke love and mercy of anybody. Mind very conspicuously reflects on the face its various states which a man of intelligence can very easily read. Face is an index of the mind, just as the tongue is an index of the stomach.

The body follows the mind. If the mind thinks of falling from a height, the body prepares itself immediately and shows external signs. Fear, anxiety, grief, cheerfulness, hilarity, anger.all produce their various impressions on the face.

The eyes which represent the windows of the soul bespeak of the condition and state of the mind. There is a telegraphic instrument in the eyes to transmit the messages or thoughts of treachery, cunningness, fraud, pure love, compassion, devotion, depression, gloom, hatred, cheerfulness, peace, harmony, health, power, strength and beauty.

If you have the faculty to read the eyes of others, you can read the mind at once. You can read the uppermost thought or dominant thought of a man if you are careful to mark the signs in his face, conversation and behaviour. It needs a little pluck, acumen, training, intelligence and experience.

Your thoughts, sentiments, modes and emotions produce their strong impressions on the face. The face is like an advertisement board wherein is advertised what is going on inside the mind. In face, you can hardly hide your thoughts. You may foolishly think that you have kept up your thoughts in secret. Thoughts of lust, greed, jealousy, anger, revenge, hatred, etc., at once produce their deep impressions on your face. The face is a faithful recorder and a sensitive registering apparatus to register and record all the thoughts that are running in your mind. The face is a polished mirror to indicate the nature of the mind and its contents at a particular time.

He who thinks that he can hide his thoughts is a dunce of the first water. His position is like that of the ostrich which, when chased by the hunters, hides its head underneath the sand and imagines that it cannot be seen by anyone.

Your face is like a gramophone record or plate. Whatever you think is at once written on your face. Every vicious thought serves as a chisel or needle to write down the thoughts on your countenance. Your faces are covered with the scars and wounds which are made by the vicious thoughts of hatred, anger, lust, jealousy, revenge, etc. From the nature of the scar in your face, I can at once read your state of mind. I can at once diagnose your disease of the mind.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Life is short

Life is short. We seem to think that we’ll live forever. We spend time and money as though we’ll always be here. We buy shiny things as though they matter and are worth the debt and stress of attachment. We put off the so-called “trip of a lifetime” for another year, because we all assume we have another year. We don’t tell the ones we love how much we love them often enough because we assume there’s always tomorrow. And we fear. Oh, do we fear. We stick it out in miserable job and situations because we’re afraid of the risk of stepping out. We don’t reach high enough or far enough because we’re worried we’ll fail, forgetting – or never realizing – that it’s better to fail spectacularly while reaching for the stars than it is to succeed at something we never really wanted in the first place.

We think we’ve got forever and that these concerns that weigh us down are so pressing. We worry about the trivial to the neglect of the most precious thing we have: moments we’ll never see again. We talk of killing time, passing time, and getting through the week, forgetting we’re wishing away the moments that comprise our lives. We say time is money when in fact the time we have is ALL we have. Money can be borrowed, time can’t. We fear taking risks, unaware that the biggest risk we run in playing it safe is in fact living as long as we hope and never doing the things we dreamed of. And then it’s too late.

Whatever your dream is, find a way to make it happen. Your job can wait. You can find someone to feed the cat. I know, I know, there are so many reasons we can’t and some of those reasons are valid. Life is not only short, it is also sometimes profoundly hard. But I think sometimes our reasons are in fact only excuses. Its all about living the dream. But it’s not self-help, positive-thinking, wish-upon-a-star. It’s the realization that life is short and no one is going to live my life on my behalf. And one day soon – because it’ll seem that way, I know it – my candle will burn out; I want it to burn hot and bright while it’s still lit. I want it to light fires and set others ablaze.

Life is short. Live it now. And live it with all your strength and passion now. Don’t keep it in reserve against a day you might not have. While the ember is still lit, fan it to flame. Be bold about it, even if your circumstances mean all you have is to love boldly and laugh boldly. Because now is all we have, and these dreams won’t chase themselves.

End of sermon, thanks for listening.