A beautiful song i just stumbled upon by ForgottenPhoenix
Gatekeeper
Pay the barge my toll,
Let me in
Release my soul
I have done many wrongs
Hurt many people
Refused god
And his steeple
I’ve seen people crying
All at my hand
And their pain
was never something I could understand
But please
Gatekeeper
Pay the barge my toll,
Let me in
Release my soul
It may be to late
And the damage may be done
But the journey to save my soul
Has only just begun
In god’s words
I have found salvation
I have !
Don’t let my soul fall to abomination
I’m learning
So gatekeeper please
Pay the barge my toll
Let me in
Release my soul
I have changed
Seen the error in my ways
Tried to repent
Yet died like this all the same
Don’t let the barge
Take me away
I died before my time
And seen the error in my ways
So please take pity Gatekeeper
Pay the barge my toll,
Let me in
Release my soul
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Winter in Mumbai
Mumbai Cold Wave, the most talked about thing in mumbai. Seriously, from the day I ave born, I do not remember any winter extending till february, not only that, I havent seen any winter so Cold. Whenever my cousins or friends visited some place in the North, like Kullu Manali or Delhi or some place like that, they would always bring back lots of sweaters, gloves, monkey caps and stuff becoz all these places are famous for these stuff. At first I thought, what the hell are they useful for in a place like mumbai. Looks like god wanted to put everything to a use, so he turned on the AC.
9 Degree Celsius ..... can you imagine???? I mean at this temperature, you cant feel your thumb. Wearing a Sweater/Jacket in the afternoon sitting at home is the last thing I imagined. The cold, as they say, is stingy. I mean the worse part of the cold is, it stings u everywhere in the body which is lying naked. I mean just sit for 20 secs without your shirt on, bare bodied, it would feel as if someone invisible (like in the hollow man movie) is poking you with a blunt object.
The biggest joke is the electricity bills, I think the temperature is down because someone up there noticed that too much of electricity is being used up, so to cut it down he himself turned on the Centralized Air Conditioning. Now a days at night, my fan doesnt make a single noise. I never turn it on. I dont even know whether its working or not, and I really dont wanna test it either.
These winter days are quite boring too. Dont feel like doing anything at all. Going to college, roaming around with friends, playing football , everything is like "Dimag ko Shot". Even going down and bringing something from the grocery is a pain in the ass job. Its really boring, and laziness comes on naturally. Keeping my bare feet on the ground terrifies the shit outta me coz it feels as if i am standing on ice. Even the Chappals and Slippers are cold!!
Lets hope the winter goes away fast and summer comes back, not that jabardast dhuup wala summer, mild summer chalegaa.
9 Degree Celsius ..... can you imagine???? I mean at this temperature, you cant feel your thumb. Wearing a Sweater/Jacket in the afternoon sitting at home is the last thing I imagined. The cold, as they say, is stingy. I mean the worse part of the cold is, it stings u everywhere in the body which is lying naked. I mean just sit for 20 secs without your shirt on, bare bodied, it would feel as if someone invisible (like in the hollow man movie) is poking you with a blunt object.
The biggest joke is the electricity bills, I think the temperature is down because someone up there noticed that too much of electricity is being used up, so to cut it down he himself turned on the Centralized Air Conditioning. Now a days at night, my fan doesnt make a single noise. I never turn it on. I dont even know whether its working or not, and I really dont wanna test it either.
These winter days are quite boring too. Dont feel like doing anything at all. Going to college, roaming around with friends, playing football , everything is like "Dimag ko Shot". Even going down and bringing something from the grocery is a pain in the ass job. Its really boring, and laziness comes on naturally. Keeping my bare feet on the ground terrifies the shit outta me coz it feels as if i am standing on ice. Even the Chappals and Slippers are cold!!
Lets hope the winter goes away fast and summer comes back, not that jabardast dhuup wala summer, mild summer chalegaa.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The Gardner's pot
Nikhil had just Graduated from a reputed business school. His father was a wealthy man owning a flourishing export business. Nikhil joined his father with high hopes of multiplying the volume of business manifold. But father insisted that he work at the grass roots and understand the practical aspects of work before mooting any big changes. The More he tried to work as per father's insisted that he work at the grass roots and understand the practical aspects of work before mooting any big changes. The more he tried to work as per father's instructions the more frustrated he felt.
One day he was feeling very disillutioned. He went and sat in the garden. An earthen pot that was used everyday by the gardner to water the plants lay beside him. All of a suddent the pot began to talk to nikhil. It said, "Dear one,why are ou so sad??" Nikhil Replied,"I am sick of working so hard,as per my dad's instruections, he doesnt let me control the business."
"Listen to my story from the beginning. At the beginning of my journey, I was just a heap of mud. A potter put water into me and kneaded me again and again till I became smooth and shiny. Then he put me in his potter's wheel and spun me around till my head went dizzy. He kept engraving lines on my skin to make a patern . It was so painful." The pot continued as the boy kept listening intently."Thats not all, then i was put into a very very hot oven and baked till my skin got burnt. I could barely breathe. When I was fully break, they set me out in the cold winter night till I cooled down. Lastly a painter came and added a coat of red paint to my exterior. But after all ther my value has increased manifold. I am a pot that is use by your gardner everyday to water the plants. All tehse furits and flowers they bear are my friends. Each time the gardener takes me close to them, they blow kisses to me they love me dearly. Had I not gone through so many hardsips to become something of value?"
The boy stroked the pot lovingly and said, "You are great. I think I have many things to do;I'd better get going. But I'll never forget what you told me. Thank you for each word that you spoke to inspire me".
This simple story tells you a lot about life. To climb a steep hill, you have to bend forward, if you continue to hold your head upwards, the climb shall become difficult and tiring.
One day he was feeling very disillutioned. He went and sat in the garden. An earthen pot that was used everyday by the gardner to water the plants lay beside him. All of a suddent the pot began to talk to nikhil. It said, "Dear one,why are ou so sad??" Nikhil Replied,"I am sick of working so hard,as per my dad's instruections, he doesnt let me control the business."
"Listen to my story from the beginning. At the beginning of my journey, I was just a heap of mud. A potter put water into me and kneaded me again and again till I became smooth and shiny. Then he put me in his potter's wheel and spun me around till my head went dizzy. He kept engraving lines on my skin to make a patern . It was so painful." The pot continued as the boy kept listening intently."Thats not all, then i was put into a very very hot oven and baked till my skin got burnt. I could barely breathe. When I was fully break, they set me out in the cold winter night till I cooled down. Lastly a painter came and added a coat of red paint to my exterior. But after all ther my value has increased manifold. I am a pot that is use by your gardner everyday to water the plants. All tehse furits and flowers they bear are my friends. Each time the gardener takes me close to them, they blow kisses to me they love me dearly. Had I not gone through so many hardsips to become something of value?"
The boy stroked the pot lovingly and said, "You are great. I think I have many things to do;I'd better get going. But I'll never forget what you told me. Thank you for each word that you spoke to inspire me".
This simple story tells you a lot about life. To climb a steep hill, you have to bend forward, if you continue to hold your head upwards, the climb shall become difficult and tiring.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Trust Me by Rajashree
My Cousin got gift vouchers worth 2k from Crosswords. For those who dont know what it is, its a Retail Bookstore with lots of nice books. And believe me when i say they do have some real nice books, especially the Indian Authors. Instead of buying some Stationary and those useless and costly stuff they have other than the books, I decided to invest wisely and get some books. Not that i keep track of authors and stuff, so I had a pretty hard time finding and hunting for good books, coz every other book sounded nice, and i was on a tight budget.
So I bought 7 books, out of which one has just jokes in it, while another one is by His Holiness Sri Sri Ravishankar (My Mom is the one who got that one, shez into philosophical books very much). Out of the remaining 5, astonishingly enough, I bought 4 of them by Indian Authors. Guess what its just 3 days and I finished off reading one of the book already!!
The book is titled Trust Me, and is by Rajashree. I dont know if she is famous or so, but the book sure is Superb. The story is about the author, who was working as an Designer in an Advertisement Agency, and a part of her life. How she suffered after her ex dumped her, just becoz she was Pregnant. How she had to go through life after abortion. She quits the Advertisement Agency and joins a Film Studio, as a Trainee, assisting in various jobs, where she gets to know the several evils prevalent in the industry, such as Casting Couch etc, which pisses her off to the core. Later she runs into this Movie Star called Rahul Kapoor (No he isnt related to any Kapoors), who is by the way, plays a supporting role in the movie for which the author is working for and who completly falls for her and keeps on flirting with her. Our Author is in love with him too but is scared to "Trust Him" becoz of her past experiences and becoz of her friend's bfs. Overall, its Comedy and Romance mixing together to give u a nice storyline and a jolly good read. Oh yeah, the entire story is set in mumbai, so you are bound to feel closely related to the story even more, as she names familiar places and the entire Novel is filled with filmi dialogues. Go get the book and read, if u have time that is, lol
So I bought 7 books, out of which one has just jokes in it, while another one is by His Holiness Sri Sri Ravishankar (My Mom is the one who got that one, shez into philosophical books very much). Out of the remaining 5, astonishingly enough, I bought 4 of them by Indian Authors. Guess what its just 3 days and I finished off reading one of the book already!!
The book is titled Trust Me, and is by Rajashree. I dont know if she is famous or so, but the book sure is Superb. The story is about the author, who was working as an Designer in an Advertisement Agency, and a part of her life. How she suffered after her ex dumped her, just becoz she was Pregnant. How she had to go through life after abortion. She quits the Advertisement Agency and joins a Film Studio, as a Trainee, assisting in various jobs, where she gets to know the several evils prevalent in the industry, such as Casting Couch etc, which pisses her off to the core. Later she runs into this Movie Star called Rahul Kapoor (No he isnt related to any Kapoors), who is by the way, plays a supporting role in the movie for which the author is working for and who completly falls for her and keeps on flirting with her. Our Author is in love with him too but is scared to "Trust Him" becoz of her past experiences and becoz of her friend's bfs. Overall, its Comedy and Romance mixing together to give u a nice storyline and a jolly good read. Oh yeah, the entire story is set in mumbai, so you are bound to feel closely related to the story even more, as she names familiar places and the entire Novel is filled with filmi dialogues. Go get the book and read, if u have time that is, lol
Monday, February 4, 2008
What a Piece of Breaking-NEWS !!!
MUMBAI: The Indian Institutes of Technology (IITs) are rated as the world’s third best in engineering education, but the directors of the seven elite institutions are currently trying to get the Union HRD ministry to pay their electricity bills on time!
In an indication of a fund crunch at India’s finest educational institutes, IIT-Bombay has recently written to the HRD ministry that they are not in a position to pay next month’s salaries to their staff members. All seven institutes have complained that government allocations are not keeping pace with the rising costs attached to the day-to-day running of these premier institutions.
"We have been drawing money from our corpus and we cannot continue doing that," said IIT-Madras director M S Ananth. The IITs have now asked a Standing Committee headed by Union HRD minister Arjun Singh to release Rs 20 crore per year per IIT so that their money can be returned to the endowment fund, which is usually set aside for long-term use.
Since the inception of the first IITs in the 1950s, they have entirely relied on government patronage. The budgetary allocation in recent years was roughly Rs 550 crore. However, over the last decade, the IITs have had to tap an extensive network of alumni here and abroad to meet growing requirements. A large percentage of new initiatives are also being driven through industry partnerships
In an indication of a fund crunch at India’s finest educational institutes, IIT-Bombay has recently written to the HRD ministry that they are not in a position to pay next month’s salaries to their staff members. All seven institutes have complained that government allocations are not keeping pace with the rising costs attached to the day-to-day running of these premier institutions.
"We have been drawing money from our corpus and we cannot continue doing that," said IIT-Madras director M S Ananth. The IITs have now asked a Standing Committee headed by Union HRD minister Arjun Singh to release Rs 20 crore per year per IIT so that their money can be returned to the endowment fund, which is usually set aside for long-term use.
Since the inception of the first IITs in the 1950s, they have entirely relied on government patronage. The budgetary allocation in recent years was roughly Rs 550 crore. However, over the last decade, the IITs have had to tap an extensive network of alumni here and abroad to meet growing requirements. A large percentage of new initiatives are also being driven through industry partnerships
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