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Why is the sun shying away
from being eclipsed by the clouds,
For the exquisiteness of the sky lies in their mould

Why are the leaves not dancing, wrenching
to the rhythm of the wind,
For the serenity of their melody can’t be matched by anything

Why is the dawn of new optimism, ardor
not beckoning the dusk,
For that would have put an end to the distressed moans and perpetually dwindling trust

Why are you not soothing my ears with
what I long to hear,
For that would put an end to my miseries, desolation ..fears

God's hated child

Nobody likes being hated, being ridiculed, being slammed for every petty thing one ventures to do. If i am different from others, does this mean my foresights into the insights deserve no respect?I feel like a slave today, shattered by the atrocious remarks of people over my beliefs. My beliefs, my ideals today stand on weaker grounds as they cry for support. Creating a trail for myself does not seem to be coming easily today...I am forced to bear the brunts of those treading on the normal path.
I feel dejected, rejected, alone in a population of trillions. Faith today is interrogating my presence. Why am i different in a way, that i am being hated? Is there nobody to squeeze me out of this perturbation? Is there nobody amongst the zillions to protect me from drowning in a pool of tensions. Have humans reached this far, that they have to confide in a non-living entity like a blog or a diary?
Aaah...How lonely i feel today! Nobody to console me, nobody who can lift up my spirits or atleast give peace to my soul. It feels today, that i better become friends with lonliness, coz its the only thing that has walked with me all through my life...

dasvidaniya

The clock was striking 2am. I was feeling all heaved up after watching another john disaster. I fail to appreciate how can one pay no heed to horrible acting for a butt show. Agreed John has one of the best 'HOT BOD' in the business, agreed that he has the looks of 'it' guy, but keeping consentements a distance apart from differences, the bottom line remains that he simply cant act.

God..i was bitterly reminded of Garam Masala. Enough was enough i thought and life must be go on. I searched for more movies in the hard disk which was choked with an array of viruses( who would have taken the pain to scan 165MB when i am very well aware of my anti virus's competence). After probing a few movies, i decided to watch dasvidaniya( i earlier thought that it was dasvidandiya and has something to do with navratras). Dasvidaniya, a Russian word, meaning the best good bye, was an absolute delight to watch. I cant remember getting so moved by any movie. Amar(the lead character) had such an indistinguishable and undeniable charm that i wept throughout the length with him. The simplicity with which he made 10 things to do before he dies, the innocence with which he expressed his feelings to his childhood love, the helplessness he went through by keeping mum about his illness and the determination with which he mastered guitar, were truly awe inspiring.
Inspiring neah..he was much more than that..outta this world.

invisible delhi

invisible delhi..what am i talking about?

im talking about the real delhi..the essence of delhi, the identity of delhi..delhi which came into being 100s of years ago.

mughal's most treasured gift to delhi..yeah..tombs & monuments

who said the monuments no longer exists..all that exist are ruins of concrete??

i recently paid a visit to humayun tomb, and trust me, it is the most beautiful, peaceful and charismatic place in delhi..in fact delhi had never looked so wonderful.

if that was not enough, the place was lush green(though i would have preferred trimmed grass).

the place has everything right going for it.., from being situated near central delhi, to the tickets being priced at 10 per head..(only one request: please have drinkable water in the premises of the tomb..i couldnt explore it completely coz my didi was all dehydrated after just 30 minutes, although her high heels were also to be blamed for that).

being in central delhi, i was expecting to find some faces there, but it was real sad to see only foreigners admiring the beauty(entry ticket per head was 250 for a foreigner and 10 for an indian). ahh..are'nt we tired of the ac malls and crowded markets??

really hope that the time comes soon enough when we'l start admiring the invisible delhi, which might just soon become visible..

never trust me when i say i will reach on time, never ever trust me when i say il attend the lectures, but trust me for all that i have said about the tomb and its beauty.