tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26585728027471183032011-11-13T20:19:32.884+05:30Manunoreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-71869637694065129742011-10-17T05:23:00.001+05:302011-10-17T05:23:31.486+05:30<div><p>Life gets hell complicated with time.<br>What is critical today becomes worthless tomorrow....<br>The mind fuck days are back...<br>Surprisingly, i'm smiling at this...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-7186963769406512974?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-53169208888343948752011-10-01T20:09:00.001+05:302011-10-01T20:09:59.108+05:30<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TUWT223DhMY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-5316920888834394875?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-17111375667496613042011-02-12T23:21:00.002+05:302011-02-12T23:28:57.789+05:30I have been on a 'Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan' spree lately.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I have also been thinking as to what will I do with whatever money i'll earn after a few years. I have come up with a lot of uses. The wishlist is getting longer everyday and I hope I can fulfill a decent percentage of those points.</div><div>But then...</div><div><br /></div><div>Will I be able to attend a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan live concert ever?</div><div>No!</div><div><br /></div><div>hmmm...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1711137566749661304?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-21613450402431729682011-01-24T16:11:00.002+05:302011-01-24T16:13:32.983+05:30<div style="text-align: left;">Did my second street play in IIMA recently :) It's amazing how these things take me back to what i really am.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And i wrote something after a really long time, i.e., wrote the concluding jingle for the play. And i think it turned out to be decent so decided to put it up here :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; font-size: medium; ">महाभारत ने कहा की अर्जुन कितना वीर था</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px; font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center;">शक्ति थी, सामर्थ्य था, और इक बड़ा ज़मीर था</div><div style="text-align: center;">मुश्किल लेकिन हल करने, आना पड़ा भगवान को</div><div style="text-align: center;">वर्ना उसके हाथ में अटका, उसका अपना तीर था</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">पर तुम....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">बात बात पर हाथ जोड़ कर पाँव पकड़ लेते हो तुम</div><div style="text-align: center;">हर अमावस रात को मस्जिद निकल पड़ते हो तुम</div><div style="text-align: center;">हाथ बांधे आसमां ताकना न सिखलाया तुम्हे</div><div style="text-align: center;">कर्म करना, प्रेम करना, यही तो बतलाया तुम्हे</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">मुश्किल से तुम हार कर, कब तक मुझे बुलाओगे</div><div style="text-align: center;">मेरे नामों की आड़ में, कब तक खुद से टकराओगे</div><div style="text-align: center;">मेरी सर्वश्रेष्ठ रचना का, अब तो कुछ सम्मान करो</div><div style="text-align: center;">हाथ बढाओ, हाथ मिलाओ, जीवन का संचार करो.</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-2161345040243172968?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-5915302156037022262010-12-12T01:57:00.002+05:302010-12-12T02:00:45.540+05:30What a long pause for this post! :)<div>And ironically, I have nothing to say. Just a song that i overheard on a cafeteria radio, came back and played it on youtube, and have been hooked for quite some time now.</div><div>I guess it has been a while since a song was able to get this deep. </div><div>I guess my guards are lowering.</div><div>Or maybe i'm returning to sanity :)</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMa6BeIUVm0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMa6BeIUVm0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-591530215603702226?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-76226105253626851872010-05-14T19:40:00.001+05:302010-05-14T19:43:08.726+05:30<div style="text-align: center;">life is indeed a *****!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVLKTBAPV_s&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVLKTBAPV_s&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-7622610525362685187?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-34984276872503206692010-04-04T01:18:00.000+05:302010-04-04T01:19:44.499+05:30<div>Sometime back, a post on my blog said - <b>4 down, 1 to go.</b></div><div>And the list I had then was</div><div><ul><li>Get a job</li><li>Get a girl</li><li>Get an IIM Call</li><li>Get to lead Drams :)</li><li>Get a Rendezvous Prize</li></ul></div><div>So now, it's all done by these standards. College life is coming to an end and this list says that it HAS been wonderful and successful.</div><div>Well it actually HAS been so. But one thing remains.</div><div>I might have erred in choosing the phrases but I guess this 'call' actually means the call to finally join the campus.</div><div><br /></div><div>Damn I'm tense!</div><div>And atleast 10-12 days to go for the results. </div><div><br /></div><div>How will this time pass by? I really dont know.</div><div>Have i had such a confused post on my blog lately? I really dont know.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmm... I cannot fail this time. I will not fail this time.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-3498427687250320669?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-53651340329005188642010-03-31T00:10:00.002+05:302010-03-31T00:11:04.324+05:30it's ACTUALLY going to end!<div>I just can't believe it :(</div><div>It's really horrifying :'(</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-5365134032900518864?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-17687075595057414962010-03-03T00:57:00.003+05:302010-03-03T01:00:02.804+05:30<div style="text-align: center;">Biggest achievement of my life (so far :) )</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/S41m-qI-lUI/AAAAAAAAARs/SRDQKDXGr1c/s1600-h/yay.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/S41m-qI-lUI/AAAAAAAAARs/SRDQKDXGr1c/s400/yay.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444120751210665282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Damn is feels good! :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1768707559505741496?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-57532248152937334072009-11-27T22:52:00.002+05:302009-11-27T22:58:18.495+05:30sadly, you would not be able to mourn the death of the person you love the most......YOU!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-5753224815293733407?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-7583708270739354262009-10-25T01:36:00.001+05:302009-10-25T01:38:36.523+05:30<ul><li>Get a job</li><li>Get a girl</li><li>Get an IIM Call</li><li>Get to lead Drams :)</li><li>Get a Rendezvous Prize</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-758370827073935426?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-44191214278837131122009-06-17T23:47:00.001+05:302009-06-17T23:48:44.332+05:30life mein kabhi kisi ke jaisa ban na ho na,<div>to Harshal Sethi jaisa ban ne ki koshi karni chahiye.</div><div><br /></div><div>:')</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-4419121427883713112?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-17311650255657411182009-05-28T03:40:00.000+05:302009-05-28T03:41:37.597+05:30<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">look</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">look at me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">look deep till you see the truth glisten</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">say it out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">say it all because i want to listen</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">trust</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">trust me now</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">trust me now even if you doubt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">scream</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">scream at me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">scream at me just to get it out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hide</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hide if you can</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hide if you think it would help</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">run</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">run from it</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">run as far as you can run from your self</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">cry</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">cry if it helps</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">cry if your soul needs the grieving</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">stop</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> stop</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dont</span> stop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">coz</span> these tears are there for a meaning</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">move</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">move along</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">move along the road and see what you get</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">jump</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">jump the potholes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">jump the potholes that hold you back to regret</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">feel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">feel the love</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">feel the love that's sweeping through you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hope</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hope a bit</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hope a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">coz</span> it might just be true</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hold</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hold my hand</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hold my hand and we can try to fight</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">leave</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dont</span> leave</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dont</span> leave me alone in the middle of the night</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">breathe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">breathe deep</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">breathe deep <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">coz</span> a part of it is mine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">close</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">close your eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">close your eyes and feel the feeling so divine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">throw</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">throw off the mask</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">throw off the mask <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">coz</span> i know what's inside</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">talk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">just talk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">just talk and keep all the fears aside</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">wait</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">just wait</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">just wait for the sun to rise and shine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">come</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">come with me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">come with me and we'll find a shrine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">pray</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">pray for us</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">pray for us that the gods be kind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">smile</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">smile now</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">smile now and leave the world behind.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1731165025565741118?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-81841535853631084452009-05-22T03:13:00.004+05:302009-05-22T03:22:03.173+05:30step out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">take a deep breathe. smile.</span><div>take a left. go straight. take a right. go straight. take a left. go straight till 2 traffic lights. take the next left. go straight. take a right. take a left. go straight.  take a right. go straight.  take a left. go straight. take a left. take a right. go straight. take the last left before the roundabout. go straight. take a right. take a left.</div><div>stop.</div><div>take a deep breathe.</div><div>smile.</div><div>step in.</div><div>meet. smile.</div><div>talk. smile.</div><div>eat. smile.</div><div>step out. smile.</div><div>look up. smile.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">take a deep breathe. smil</span>e.</div><div>turn around. smile. take a right. smile. take a left. smile. go straight. smile. take a left. smile. go straight. smile. take a right from the roundabout. smile. go straight. smile. take a right. smile. go straight. smile. take a right. smile. go straight. smile. take a left from the lights. smile. go straight for 3 roundabouts. smile. take a right from the 4th one. smile. go straight. smile. take a right. smile. go straight. smile. take the 2nd right. smile. go straight. smile.  take the 3rd right. smile. go straight. smile.</div><div>stop. smile.</div><div>step in. smile.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">take a deep breathe. smile.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>smile.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8184153585363108445?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-378526330340196492009-05-05T18:38:00.001+05:302009-05-05T18:40:24.435+05:30<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">jigar ke ek tukde mein, tera har khayaal rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek kone mein, vo laal gulaab rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">pattian ab murjha gayi, patte saare jhad gaye</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">daalian kuch jhuk gayi, armaan saare dabb gaye</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">andar sookhi si kali ke, ik taaza armaan rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek kone mein, vo laal gulaab rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">neend mein bhi khushboo thi teri madhosh zulfon ki</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">kal mere chahre pe jo, aakar kuch pal thehri thi</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">vo azaad mere dil mein hain, jinhe tune bandh rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek kone mein, vo laal gulaab rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">aankh khulte hi nazar, kandhe tak kuch yun gayi</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">jahan tera sar tha abhi, khojti bas reh gayi</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">apni baazoo mein sameta, vo ehsaas rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek kone mein, vo laal gulaab rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">haathon ko mere chuute hi, teri unglion ka kaanpna</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">aankhon mein na yun jhaankna, bas saamne yun taakna</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek panne mein, har ada ka hisaab rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek kone mein, vo laal gulaab rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">vo hazaar nazron mein bhi, apni nazron ka mil jaana</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">vo hazaar shabdon mein bhi, ik chuppi se sab keh jaana</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">chand, barish, aasmaa mein, tera khayal rakha hai</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">dil ke ek kone mein, vo laal gulaab rakha hai</span></div></div></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-37852633034019649?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-81430519028324827902009-04-27T01:00:00.001+05:302009-04-27T01:01:31.681+05:30<span style="font-style:italic;">tu to pyaar ka saagar tha<br />main ek lehar bhi ban paaun to khush hoon<br />mere liye to tu rabb tha<br />main kisi ka kuch bhi ban paaun to khush hoon</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it's been 9 years. i still miss you dad.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8143051902832482790?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-87649248417356547202009-04-13T03:46:00.000+05:302009-04-13T03:47:33.193+05:30<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;">phir samandar ki kuch lehren, sahil se thi aa takrayi<br />phir raeth ki kachi diwaren, zameen par hi thi gir paayi<br />phir kuch aage badhte haath, raste mein the kuch sehmaaye<br />phir kuch bholi aankhon mein se, kuch aansu se nikal ke aaye<br /><br />phir ik kaali raat mein jaise, sannata sa ik goonja tha<br />phir ik kachi neend mein jaise, sapna sa ik toota tha<br />phir ik khaali pinjre mein, kuch saaye ghir kar aaye the<br />phir ik udte panchi ke, par kuch yun murjhaye the<br /><br />phir ik badhte ped ki daali, toofan mein jaise tooti thi<br />phir ik udti patang ki dor, haath se jaise chooti thi<br />phir barkha ki rutt mein bhi, sukha sa kyun chaaya tha<br />phir chandni raat mein bhi, amavas ka kyun saaya tha<br /><br />phir kuch apne choote the<br />phir kuch sur yun toote the<br />phir kuch raah se bhatka tha<br />phir kuch laal sa tapka tha<br /><br />phir un bhole haathon mein, kuch chudiaan baandhi gayi thi<br />phir un lehraate baalon ki, vo mehak si baandhi gayi thi<br />phir un chulbule armaanon mein, ik chhura sa jaise ghonpa tha<br />phir un matvaali aankhon mein, bas kaala sa ik kohra tha<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8764924841735654720?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-14694549567070161082009-03-27T10:48:00.007+05:302009-04-03T21:06:36.231+05:30Baarish ki ye zaalim boonden<br />Mujhko kyun tadpaati hain<br />Saara din tarsaati hain<br />Fir raat mein hi kyun aati hain<br /><br />Kabhi din mein aa jab vo sang ho<br />Jab khile khile se sab rang ho<br /><br />Kabhi suraj ko bhi dhak le tu<br />Kyun chaand chupaati rehti tu<br /><br />Kabhi raat mein sapne lene de<br />Kabhi din mein sapne jeene de<br /><br />Kabhi uss chehre pe aa ke ruk<br />Kabhi meri tarah tu bhi yun jhuk<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1469454956707016108?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-49524953342321169422009-02-12T01:19:00.004+05:302009-02-12T01:20:52.060+05:30<span style="font-style:italic;">ik sapne se thi aayi vo<br />ik sapne si thi chhayi vo<br />us sapne mein sab sapna tha<br />bas sapne mein sachayi vo<br /><br />chidiya si udkar aayi vo<br />phool si khil, mehkaayi vo<br />falak bhale hi peeche tha<br />thi falak ki hi parchaayi vo<br /><br />sardi mein kuch murjhayi vo<br />fir bahaar mein khil kar aayi vo<br />berang se the mere sapne<br />un sapnon ki thi syaahi vo<br /><br />mere dil mein utar kar aayi vo<br />meri rooh talak thi samayi vo<br />use dekh log sajaate sapne<br />maine sapnon se hai sajaayi vo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-4952495334232116942?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-49374397862679368292009-01-02T00:24:00.001+05:302009-01-02T00:29:04.933+05:30vo kehti hai ki armaanon ko kabhi udne nahi degi vo<br />apne dil ke ik kone mein dafn unhe kar degi vo<br />kaaid hue armaanon ko azaaadi ki ik kiran mili<br />dil chahe na de mujhko, dil mein jagah to degi vo<br /><br />vo kehti hai ki vo darrti hai kii main uspe fida ho jaaunga<br />use lagta hai ki main bhavra hun jo shama mein hi jal jaaunga<br />dil ko apne thaam ke rakh tu mujhpe fidaa ho baithi hai<br />bhavra hun, jal jaaunga, par tujhko bujha ke jaaunga<br /><br />vo kehti hai ki uske dil ke sab darwaaze band pade hain<br />hum bhi kahan bhaag rahe hain, kahin nahi bas yahin khade hain<br />vo kehti hai vo jaanti hai ki mere dil mein kya chalta hai<br />dil mein apne jhaank ke dekh, mere naam ke akshar biche pade hain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-4937439786267936829?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-50796366901201778972008-12-10T02:50:00.001+05:302008-12-10T02:58:00.456+05:30I was typing away to glory with all the speed i could manage when the shift key of my keyboard leaped like a frog and landed in my lap.<br />As i stared at it, with mom's "careful" lecture in the background, it marked the end of an era to me.<br />I felt the need, the urge to shift. To move up, like the arrow on the button.<br />For that is all that SHIFT stands for.<br />To move up. to look beyond the obvious and to find the tougher, the complicated and the more interesting part of the English alphabet(life).<br /><br />My laptop had always been me. The metaphor being too clear.<br /><br />The 8 of the keyboard was already missing, and along with it, had gone the '*'. The star being gone seemed to fit in completely. Why do i need to correct whatever i type using a star? The star never really changes the previous sentence. It just symbolizes a meek admittance of not being sure of what you do. If Gtalk(life) was designed such that you couldn't retrace a typed sentence(action), why should I be willing to correct them anyways. I'd rather stand by them.<br /><br />The lower mouse buttons of the touchpad weren't working either. Bingo! We move up, we move ahead. No LOWER buttons, just upper ones. Progress. Change. And above all, adaption.<br /><br />And the special trackpointer for instant and quick navigation that had been provided as an extra feature had been the first thing to go berserk. I guess patience is the key with there being no fast forward.<br /><br />The screw of the memory had fallen off somewhere. It was unreliable, impulsive and totally moody. It needed to be slapped, kicked and twisted to get it started, but once it was going, few could match it.<br /><br />And last, but not the least... The battery was blown...<br />There was no backup, no security. It could go off any minute.<br />Just pull the cord and....... boom!<br />And it was the best thing that could happen to it...<br />It would never ever be taken for granted again! Never! And we both like it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">PS - even the effervescent bubbles know only one direction --- UP</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-5079636690120177897?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-46601562113252533502008-11-24T01:58:00.000+05:302008-11-24T02:00:53.303+05:30saaqi fir bhare is jaam ko is tak mein baithe hain<br />aaag to thandi ho chuki hum khaak mein baithe hain<br /><br />yun to kisi jaam mein humem behkaane ki taakat nahi<br />hum khud hi hain jo is jaam ko ijazat diye baithe hain<br /><br />meri khuddari pe shaq na karna, main peeche tere aaunga nahi<br />kadam bhatak na jaayen bediyaan baandh ke baithe hain<br /><br />kabristan mein dekha humen to log samjhe paagal aashiq hai<br />arrey hum to tere ishq ki kabr pe baithe hain<br /><br />shayar dil ko toh rok liya par in haathon ka kya karen<br />dil ko ilm tak nahi, ye tujhpe ghazal likh baithe hain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-4660156211325253350?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-3675539781450790052008-11-20T20:39:00.000+05:302008-11-20T21:57:26.005+05:30jab nayi nayi mulakaat thi<br />karne ko na koi baat thi<br /><br />(he says)<br />nazren uthi<br />nazren jhuki<br />kuch hum mude <br />kuch tum mude<br />kuch chup se hum the<br />gum sum se tum the<br />par labon ki baat keh rahi<br />vo kaatil barsaat thi<br />jab nayi nayi mulakaat thi<br />karne ko na koi baat thi<br /><br />kandha humen ek chahiye tha<br />kandha tumen ek chahiye tha<br />thoda sa aage hum badhe<br />thoda sa aage tum badhe<br />ik baat fir humne kahi<br />ik baat fir tumne kahi<br />ik haseen safar ki vo<br />ik haseen shuruaat thi<br />jab nayi nayi mulakaat thi<br />karne ko na koi baat thi<br /><br />(she says)<br />waqt kuch aisa thehra tha vo<br />anjana sa chehra tha vo<br />khamosh the jiske saamne ab tak yun<br />lagne laga apna sa kyun<br />guzra vo pal, vo ghadi<br />mulakaat thi vo haseen badi<br />aaj jab vo din hun sochti<br />tab samajh aaya ise hi kehte hain dosti<br />jab nayi nayi mulakaat thi<br />karne ko na koi baat thi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-367553978145079005?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-90851002921761124752008-10-30T00:34:00.000+05:302008-10-30T00:39:14.614+05:30<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/SQi0CKmGzDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7pwloLJqu6U/s1600-h/psd1+bnw+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/SQi0CKmGzDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7pwloLJqu6U/s400/psd1+bnw+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262654113879346226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"><br />"You called me strong, you called me weak</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">But still your secrets, I will keep</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Took for granted all the times</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">I never let you down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">You stumbled in and bumped your head</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">If not for me, then you'd be dead</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">I put you up and put you back on solid ground.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">"</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-9085100292176112475?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-84131954301854859802008-10-14T00:41:00.000+05:302008-11-01T00:29:32.948+05:30<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm482KIl-SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm482KIl-SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Awesome Poetry!!!<br />One of the best in recent times :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8413195430185485980?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-25263146069560838612008-08-14T00:57:00.000+05:302008-08-14T01:02:24.107+05:30PEC hates my bum.<br />Maybe that's why they don't want it to <span style="font-weight: bold;">sit</span> down and rest...<br /><br />or maybe....<br />PEC loves my bum.<br />Maybe that's why they don't want me to <span style="font-weight: bold;">sit</span> on them and squeeze them....<br /><br /><br />Any which way, love it or hate it, just give it a chance...<br /><br />Just give me the chance to <span style="font-weight: bold;">sit</span> for a company....<br />I wont let you down<br />I wont let my bums down<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-2526314606956083861?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-77572402430790765032008-08-04T02:50:00.000+05:302008-08-04T02:58:27.341+05:30<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Click Pic to Enlarge)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/SJYh_nVRSnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mGiUSLUB1z8/s1600-h/fday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/SJYh_nVRSnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mGiUSLUB1z8/s400/fday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230405394011081330" border="0" /></a>bwahahahahhahaa....<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-7757240243079076503?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-44578265138834818042008-07-30T02:52:00.000+05:302008-07-30T02:53:27.581+05:30WTF?<br />kyun?<br />why?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-4457826513883481804?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-36993315108467689912008-07-30T02:39:00.000+05:302008-07-30T02:40:02.247+05:30is akeli raat tale, main ab akela baitha hun<br />chand ke uss daag se, main ab shikayat karta hun<br /><br />daag hokar bhi magar, vo sab kuch to hai paa gaya<br />fir bedaagi ke bojh tale, kyun na mile mujhko sukoon<br /><br />badal bhaage jaa rahe, mujshe ab yun nazar chura ke<br />unke barasne ki ghadi ki taak mein to baitha hun<br /><br />chand ki vo roshni jo hai magar suraj ki hi<br />us roshni ki pyaas mein, main raat tak kyun tadpa hun<br /><br />vo aasman, jo rang ruup sab mein hi hai chanchal bada<br />us aasman ki sard saansen kyun na ab main sun sakun<br /><br /><br /> jo shama us thandi zameen mein, duur kahin hai jal rahi<br /> us shama ki sulagti aag mein, main har ghadi yun pighla hun<br /><br />vo door se aayi jo aahat, fir lagi kahin pass hi<br />uss aahat ki hi chah mein, main har ghadi yun tarsa hun<br /><br />vo aahat fir se goonj gayi aur rooh tak main kaanp gaya<br />aahat ne dil se ye kaha ki main teri dhadkan hi hun<br /><br />subha jo ab aane ko hai, to raat ki ab yaad aayi<br />ae raat tu kal fir se aana, main teri mehfil mein hun<br /><br />raat ko hi jaagta hun, raat ko hi so gaya<br />main hi tera humsafar aur main hi noor hun<br /><br />vo to naa aaye idhar, ae raat tab tak tu sahi<br />vahi raah, manzar vahi, par na raha ab vo junoon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-3699331510846768991?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-12943892582008033402008-07-13T01:17:00.001+05:302008-07-13T22:21:20.582+05:30Roz main zindagi jeeta tha<br />Aaj main zindagi haar gaya<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">PS - This is a very happy couplet. Not to be misunderstood as a sad senti piece of shayari!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1294389258200803340?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-21491050159661694582008-07-01T01:19:00.000+05:302008-07-01T01:22:13.229+05:30Here is my little tribute to the great book - <span style="font-style: italic;">The Fountainhead</span><br /><br /><br /><br />"I love you, Dominique. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breathe air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I’ve given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need. This is the only way you can wish to be loved. This is the only way I can want you to love me. If you married me now, I would become your whole existence. But I would not want you then. You would not want yourself--and so you would not love me long. To say ’I love you’ one must know first how to say the ’I.’ The kind of surrender I could have from you now would give me nothing but an empty hulk. If I demanded it, I’d destroy you. That’s why I won’t stop you. I’ll let you go to your husband. I don’t know how I’ll live through tonight, but I will. I want you whole, as I am, as you’ll remain in the battle you’ve chosen. A battle is never selfless."<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Mr. Roark,<br />You are awesome.<br />Dear Miss Dominique,<br />I love you. But you are made for Mr. Roark.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-2149105015966169458?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-28141071718303550332008-06-29T20:23:00.000+05:302008-06-29T20:29:08.445+05:30- Every Guy Is A Jerk.<br />- Every Girl Is A Bitch.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-2814107171830355033?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-384411519630574722008-06-20T23:43:00.000+05:302008-06-21T22:57:49.482+05:30He breathed softly into his pillow. His body was tired and aching, so he din't care to move it much. But his head, his head was running ahead. The light of his cellphone turned off, as if signalling, that now, all he could do was wait. He waited. The sms he had just sent was just another normal line of just another normal conversation with just another normal gir... no, not that. But still, it was a simple piece of day to day conversation. The fact that every such sentence meant way to much for him was probably getting to him. And then, it started. He always hated it when it started, the <span style="font-style: italic;">"What Ifs"</span>. He recollected what he had written, word by word, syllable by syllable, comma by comma. He had it on his tips coz he had revised them 10 times before sending, in the hope that he would remove anything that could be mis understood. He had read a line that day <span style="font-style: italic;">"..there's nothing you can't fuck up if you try hard enough...".</span> And he began fucking up his head. In what all ways could the sms be misinterpreted? He hated being misunderstood, and he always was. Typical him. And then it happened again, what always happens after the <span style="font-style: italic;">What Ifs</span>, a strong gush of all the negative thoughts, all the ways this could lead to and it shouldn't. He turned to his side with a jerk, as if he wanted to throw them all out just by the impulse of his jerk. Trying to relax, he waited. Soon, it occurred to him, that the reply had not come. And it had been more than a moment from when it should have come. It din't help his state at all. Anxiety was building up. A mixture of panic, anticipation and some funny feeling in his stomach for which he couldn't find an apt word. The clock's ticks became more and more louder, reaching tremendous decibel levels, by the sheer weight of the situation. he started sinking into another deep discussion with himself when the phone beeped. When you wait a lot for something and it happens all of a sudden, you're never ready for it. He wasn't. He stared at the "1 New Message" screen. The dramatic part of him always prolonged such moments, absorbing their importance. He pressed the cancel button and went to the inbox, he wanted to see the name. He saw it, the unopened letter. A smile crossed his lips, a faint one. He pressed the button as politely as he could, as if it would harm her. The reply was a normal sentence, an answer to the normal question he had asked. No misunderstanding, nothing. She had always understood what he meant. But he had always been so cautious.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">People called it "Making a mountain out of a molehill"<br />He called it <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Effervescent Emotions"</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-38441151963057472?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-67076240660154385212008-06-11T03:03:00.001+05:302008-06-11T12:15:19.064+05:30<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(click the pic to enlarge)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/SE7zXhYfK0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/byccLvokVUI/s1600-h/blah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/SE7zXhYfK0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/byccLvokVUI/s400/blah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210369404337859394" border="0" /></a><br />plot a man's life on a graph and show it to him. he'll refuse to believe that it could be true. mankind often goes through phases which seem impossible. but we pass. 3 things help us defy the laws of gravity and rise above all hassles.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hope</span>, that things will be alright again.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">faith</span>, that something will put everything into place again<br /><br />&amp;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">denial</span><br />denial, to accept the truth that's there for everyone to see<br />denial, to admit defeat<br />denial, to move on<br />denial, to oblige to life<br />denial, to be true<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"chand mera dil, chandni ho tum</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">chand se hai duur chandni kahan</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">laut ke aana hai yahin tumko</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">jaa rahe ho tum, jaao meri jaan"</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-6707624066015438521?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-8250762240146606722008-06-11T01:56:00.001+05:302008-06-11T01:56:57.669+05:30It's Life. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-825076224014660672?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-33929443311753724572008-06-11T01:46:00.000+05:302008-06-11T01:50:25.926+05:301. What is right and what is wrong, are two disjoint sets. There are many right ways and many wrong ones, but none of them is both.<br /><br />2. You have situations when you have multiple ways to do the same thing but none where different outcome results from same thing every time.<br /><br />3. There's help available on the internet. And real help, which actually helps and needs pretty much no perspective.<br /><br />4. You can work as a team on the same project on different modules.<br /><br />5. You can take a break.<br /><br />6. You can resume from where you were before the break.<br /><br />7. There's a solution to every problem. And its easy to find.<br /><br />8. You can debug and run it again and again till you get it right.<br /><br />9. You can start over again if something goes wrong.<br /><br />10. You have the luxury of Cut, Copy, Paste, Undo, Backspace, Pageup / Pagedown and obviously, the bestest of 'em all -> Ctrl + Alt + Delete<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-3392944331175372457?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-60342096479956889922008-04-08T21:06:00.000+05:302008-04-10T22:20:49.667+05:30<i>Source - Sunday Times, 6th April, 2008</i><br /><br /><br />There are times when what used to be a thriving business, environment or relationship is no longer as alive as before. You find that the people that are involved are starting to drift away as they lose interest in keeping it going.<br /><br />Even you yourself find that your heart is no longer in it. Yet you still put energy into it because it will soon be gone if nobody tries to preserve it. But what makes you think that God wants you to preserve it? Maybe he wants it to be destroyed, so that he can create something new.<br /><br />You know what God wants you to do by the things he inspires you to create. There was something great that you were once inspired into creating. You have a lot of joy and fulfilment creating and experiencing it. But now you no longer feel the same way as before.<br /><br />Try as you might, you just no longer feel the inspiration that was there. You think that since God had led you to create it in the first place, he must want you to continue doing it. You try to revive the passion but that seems to take a lot of energy.<br /><br />The truth is that it was good for that moment, but a new moment has come and so it is time for a new thing. Something may have been great when it started and continued to be so for a certain period of time, but when the time comes where it seems to die out, it doesn't mean that it wasn't worth undertaking in the first place since it didn't last forever.<br /><br />It was the perfect thing to do at the perfect time when it was inspired to be done. When it has finished serving its purpose, it is the perfect time for it to end.<br /><br />Nothing really goes away completely, it merely changes form. The effect of a previous work or experience will continue to be part of a new work or experience. Had it not been done in the first place, it would not existed to impact the new work in profound and significant ways.<br /><br />There is nothing that is wasted or in vain. Any work that was done at a time when it was inspired to be created would have its place in influencing the universal scheme of things in eternity and everything else that is connected to it. Since you know that God leads you by your heart's desire, why are you hanging on to the relationship or the work that your heart is no longer in? It is because you are afraid to<br /><br />lose what you have. The truth is you are not losing anything at all.<br /><br />God wants you to move on to the next experience that will be even better than the one before. Let go of the relationship or business that you no longer desire to be a part of. Let go of the old to make way for the new. Learn to let go and you will always be abundant.<br /><br />In every moment you are in, always allow yourself to be naturally driven in your actions. When you choose to be inspired or in-spirit, you will always be guided as to when to do what. If you find yourself trying to keep something going when you are no longer inspired to do so, then you are trying to drive the process, rather than letting yourself be driven.<br /><br />Whenever that happens, you know it's not going to work because it's not what God wants. Let things happen 'through you' rather than making things happen.<br /><br />When you act according to what you are most inspired to do in every moment, you are also allowing things to happen in divine order. The ordinary order of things that the world has in mind is to follow through from one step to what is logically the next until completion.<br /><br />But when you follow spirit instead of ordinary logic, people may think you are disorderly and not doing things properly. When you follow spirit, you are following a higher logic where things are done not in the usual form of order but in divine order.<br /><br />Spirit may give you an idea to create a product and so you act on the inspired idea and finish creating the product. According to ordinary order of things, the next logical step is to market it and sell it to the world. But if you are not inspired to do the next step because you feel like creating something else instead, then that's what spirit is guiding you towards. Spirit has guided you to create it for the moment and then to put it aside and do something else. It is probably not the right timing to release it yet.<br /><br />Therefore by obeying spirit, you leave it on a shelf and go work on something else. To the world, it may seem that you are leaving something half done which is not exactly the characteristic of someone who is successful. But let some time go by, maybe even years later and then you are inspired to take the product you previously created and release it to the world. That is when it becomes a mega success because it was the right timing. That is how acting in divine order and timing produces the best results.<br /><br />You could also have chosen to force yourself to follow through on the ordinary order of things even though you are not inspired to do so just because you think that is the way it has to be done. But when you do it that way, you end up wondering why it turns out to be a flop and start to wonder whether you were really inspired to create it in the first place.<br /><br />Even when you are guided to release it at that time, the results may come much later in divine order and timing. So trust and obey spirit in every moment. It will show you the path to happiness.<br /><br /><br /><br />Damn!!! This guy sure has hell lotta free time!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-6034209647995688992?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-89931018684306671522008-03-31T01:24:00.000+05:302008-03-31T01:28:03.904+05:30i realised lately...that all my friends either have or have had a girl friend... and am the only one left... all my friends... college ones, skul ones.... tuition ones....online ones [:P]...<br />hmmm...<br /><br /><br />The matter deserves a deep thought....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A deeper thought<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A Much deeper thought<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OR SOME FUCKING ACTION!!!! [pun unintended]<br />:((<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8993101868430667152?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-17407530801645974142008-03-24T23:42:00.000+05:302008-03-24T23:47:43.269+05:30Jack 'n' Jill<br />Went Up The Hill,<br />To Fetch A Pale Of Water.<br /><br />Jack Fell Down<br />And Broke His Crown,<br /><i>And Jill Moved On With A Guy Who Was Smarter.</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1740753080164597414?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-19969345848253335972008-03-13T02:34:00.001+05:302008-03-13T02:36:41.134+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R9hFskqGJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/KWi0GwHrIgw/s1600-h/Khappi-Log1.gif"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R9hFskqGJlI/AAAAAAAAADE/KWi0GwHrIgw/s400/Khappi-Log1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176964403719186002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R9hFjUqGJkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fB2729OBz4g/s1600-h/Khappi-Log.gif"><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R9hFjUqGJkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fB2729OBz4g/s400/Khappi-Log.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176964244805396034" /></a><br />New Pic Vs Earlier Pic <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1996934584825333597?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-82527421775909789002008-03-13T01:37:00.000+05:302008-03-13T02:34:18.314+05:30Last few days have been of real turmoil...<br />And as usual, its all been in the head...<br />Really mind fucked. Some concrete basic things challenged. An existence lost. A life lost. A faith lost. And regained. For how long, time will tell.<br />Trivial things that aren't so trivial and huge things that aren't so huge...<br /><br />I quit Drinking today.<br /><br />And it has nothing to do with the aforesaid things...<br />Awww... Don't know what to write now. Could have written a book yesterday. Now, can't even write a paragraph.<br /><br />As of now, I just quit drinking.<br /><br />Manu 'Drinker' Bajaj<br />Born - 8/1/2008<br />Demise - 12/3/2008<br /><br />Even the pic at the top has been changed now...<br /><br />Not thats called living in the fast lane...<br />Cheers!!! [with coke]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8252742177590978900?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-4462893181162819842008-03-04T01:55:00.000+05:302008-03-04T01:59:54.750+05:30"<i><strong>Happy Birth Day To Me,<br />Happy Birth Day To Me,<br />Happy Birth Day Dear MANU,<br />Happy Birth Day To Me.<br /><br />May The Good God Bless Me,<br />May The Good God Bless Me,<br />May The Good God Bless MANU.<br />Happy Birth Day To Me.</strong></i>"<br /><br /><br /><span> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span>PS - Fuck You World .|..</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-446289318116281984?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-20231645957290358322008-03-03T23:52:00.000+05:302008-03-03T23:54:44.609+05:30<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R8xCOJ7gk3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/F8x98RNvsIw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173582882892977010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R8xCOJ7gk3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/F8x98RNvsIw/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Moving around aimlessly. With a head on my shoulders just to indicate which side is up and which side is down. Thats it. No real purpose. No real purpose of existence, no real purpose of being, no real purpose of bloody life. You just wander aimlessly. Maybe in circles. Maybe in squares. Maybe in silly pentagons. Or polygons. Ahh, a polygon with infinite sides. Well, thats a circle i guess. See. No real purpose and no real motive. And to top that, no fucking conclusions. Indecision. But hang on, a decision is made when there are options. No fucking options i guess. So where are the options. So lets find out options. Ab ye kahan milti hain? Another question. And not even a question. Its just a cowardly escape from another question. See, you take a left turn and then you find yourself approaching square 1 from the right. You move up, and come back from the bottom. You move in circles. Circles that have sharp turns. Hang on, if i keep moving in circles that have sharp turns, someday, i'll hit my own ass. Boy o boy! Am i lucky or what. Fucking ass. See, that might have been the thought from where the phrase "You're an Ass" might have come into being. Coz if your front hits your ass, that means your front too is there along with the ass. And anything in the rear is a part of the ass. So your front too is a part of your ass. Now, your front is an ass, your ass is an ass, so what are you, the one trapped between your front ass and your ass ass? Bingo! You're an ass too. Hence proved. You, when considered as a complete system are an ass. Finally, a decision. You're an ass. See, you reached a decision. So, you're not that big an ass after all eh! But hey, i just reached a conclusion [that i'm an ass], so isn't that supposed to mean i'm not an ass? Ah, fucking indecision topped with complacency. If i prove that i'm an ass, then i stop being an ass coz i just proved something. But if i stop being an ass, how can i prove that i'm an ass. You take a left turn and then you find yourself approaching square 1 from the right. Now then, fuck the ass [neither me, not mine] and back to the topic at hand. Circles with sharp turns. The loci of all points equidistant from a given fixed point is called a circle. What if you din't move in circles? What if your head was actually your ass and vice-versa? What if, you weren't taking sharp turns at all? Fine, now which one of these. They all cant co-exist again. It'll be another irritating contradiction and another fucking page of typing. Ha Ha Ha, INDECISION. Now where does this lead to? Awwww. Fuck It. Its life man, no rocket science. Couldn't have been that hard to understand. Even idiots live. Why not you? So, lets live now. Ya right, killing the past and coming back to life. Bullshit. The past is blank, the future is zero and the present... well, it just went by when i was typig the full-stop of the shitty philosophical, irritating, harsh, true sentence!!!. Ah, the 'period' after the 'exclamation'. And 3 of them. Why not three periods...? But then why the question mark? FUCK. Now thats the best end of a sentence. FUCK. You just say it, and everything goes FUCK. Man, i need to take my head somewhere else. Atleast away from FUCK. Damn it! I'll make a conclusion today. An intelligent one. So, lets analyse. By the fucking way, analyse is another word on which i could write book full of blasphemy like this one but i really gotta sleep. Haven't slept nicely for 3 days. and yes, i was studying. Now i can see a huge pun in that line, If you can't FUCK YOU. Another observation, i started this shit with the way "you do ....." and now i'm down to "I do ...". Observation. Analysis. Oh ya, analysis, back to the point. I need to make a conclusion so we gotta analyse. Here are the points.<br />1. I'm always moving (wandering)<br />2. I take sharp turns.<br />3. I dont seem to be going any where.<br />4. It seems that i might bite my ass off some day.<br />Yayyy!!! I found the answer. A great analogy. I'm just a bloody snake. I small rodent. Just like the pic at the top</div><br /><div>Yep. Bang on!!! Main toh bond hu. Such a wonderful analogy. Cool. J<br />I’m too damn good man. And I know this shit is just fake self confidence but lets just keep it going. Coz at the end, I’ve just done what I started off saying.See, in the points above, I listed my points. Then drew a stupid analogy, hence proving myself to be an Aimless Ass. And then, I’m celebrating the beauty of my proof, saying, that I’m great. I just proved myself to be an Ass and am shouting over rooftops, “I’m too damn good”<br />Man!!! Now that’s a real ass. Awww. Fuck. Ass.. Snake. Ass again. Ass finally. Ass as of now.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-2023164595729035832?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-85312788844791377582008-03-03T22:01:00.000+05:302008-03-03T22:06:42.688+05:30<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R8wo457gkzI/AAAAAAAAACY/H2J5slZLef8/s1600-h/Copy+of+manu+logo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173555030030062386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R8wo457gkzI/AAAAAAAAACY/H2J5slZLef8/s400/Copy+of+manu+logo2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R8wos57gkyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/M-JhKyYVFWU/s1600-h/Copy+of+manu+logo2.jpg"></a><div><br />Read It Upwards, Then Flip it 180 degree and read it again...</div><div>The name stays... And its there to stay...<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-8531278884479137758?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-58182521549035747002008-02-21T01:51:00.000+05:302008-02-21T01:55:25.417+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R7yMX0oyAfI/AAAAAAAAACI/pDe_eiiaFFU/s1600-h/Final.jpg"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R7yMX0oyAfI/AAAAAAAAACI/pDe_eiiaFFU/s400/Final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169160813209059826" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Click to enlarge)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-5818252154903574700?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-14344780238989424512008-02-12T02:12:00.000+05:302008-02-12T02:16:13.084+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R7Czw0oyAcI/AAAAAAAAABc/NNh_l622jhQ/s1600-h/I+Love+You.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1xx-1NJyb4M/R7Czw0oyAcI/AAAAAAAAABc/NNh_l622jhQ/s320/I+Love+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165826423938744770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Main us se pyaar karta tha. Vo bhi mujhse pyar karti thi. Kehne ko to hamaari zindagi sukhi thi. Par ek baat thi jo mujhe andar hi andar khaaye ja rahi thi. Mujhe hamesha se iss baat ka dukh raha tha ki main use kabhi utna pyar nahi kar paya jitna vo mujhe karti thi. Maano mere saamne aane par, uski saari zimmedaarian, saare kaam, sab khatm ho jaate, aur vo sirf mere liya vahan hoti. mano vo sirf mere liye ji rahi thi. Aur ek main tha. Uske liye waqt hi nahi milta tha. Kaam, dost, duniya. Jab yeh khayaal pehli baar mere zehen mein aaya tha, tab isne mujhe jhinjhod kar rakh diya tha. Us din se, main saara din khud ko kosta rehta. Chid chida sa ho gaya tha. Har kisi se rukhi si baat karta tha. Us se bhi. Aur iske kaaran hum dono mein duriaan aur badh rahi thi. Main use aur dukh de raha tha par ye mere bas ke bahar tha. Uske saamne jaane ki to himmat hi nahi hoti thi aur us se duur jaa ke bhi main adhura tha. Us waqt mujhe ehsaas hua ki main main itna kamzor hun, andar se kitna khokhla. Mere khayaalon ka ab ek bavandar sa ban chuka tha. Aur ye bavandar badhe hi jaa raha tha, thamne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Jaise is sab ka koi ant hi na tha.<br /><br />Fir ek din, achaanak, ghar ki taraf chalte hue, vo bavander eka-ek shaant ho gaya. Mujhe raasta saaf nazar aa raha tha. Itne dinon se, main apne beete dinon ke liye, apne vartmaan ko barbaad kar raha tha. tab, jab uttar mere saamne tha, tab main sawaal ko hi kosne mein laga hua tha. Maine apne bag se 1 kagaz nikaala aur uspar likhne laga. Main hamesha se yeh maanta tha ki jo log apne vichaar bol kar vyakt karne ka dum nahi rakhte vahi likhte hain. Par us din mere khayaal badle, main badla, ek behta kal ke liye. Har alfaaz likhne par, mera dil aur bhar aata. Par is baar ghum se nahi, uski sunehri yaadon se. Aur aane vale sunder bhavishya ke sapnon se. Jab tak maine likhna khatm kiya, main itna uttejit ho chuka tha ki main bhaag pada. Aisa bhaaga jaisa na kabhi bhaaga tha aur shayad hi kabhi bhaagunga. jab tak uske ghar pahuncha, meri aankhon mein aansu beh eh kar sookh chuke the, zehen uski yaadon se bhara tha, rom rom kaanp raha tha.<br /><br />Vo hamesha ki tarah ghanti bajne ke 15 second ke andar andar darwaaze par aa gayi. Main darwaaza khulte hi uske seene se lipat gaya aur rone laga. Tab, usne pyaar se mere sar par haath fera. Main kabhi uski bhaavnayen nahi samajh paata tha aur ek vo thi jo hamesha mujhe samajh leti thi. Uske choone ke us ehsaas ko main bayaan nahi kar sakta. Maine use vo kaagaz pakdaaya aur na jaane kitne mahinon baad, khush hakar, apne kamre ki taraf badha. Par tab uski awaaz ne mujhe roka. Main muda to uski aankhen bhi nam paayin. Fir usne, apni madhur awaaz mein, mujhe mere hi likhe alfaaz padh kar sunaaye...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">"Apne gunaahon ke pashchataap mein<br />Main rote rote marr jaaunga.<br /><br />Tere Ishq ke deedar mein<br />Main hanste hanste marr jaaunga.<br /><br />Maut bhi gar pooch le<br />Apni aakhri khwahish bayaan kar.<br /><br />Maa main teri god mein<br />sar rakh kar so jaaunga"</div><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-1434478023898942451?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658572802747118303.post-65889065121099196392008-02-12T01:07:00.000+05:302008-02-12T01:37:10.526+05:30~A small bubble is formed somewhere in the middle of the mug. A mug of beer. The bubble is born out of nowhere. Nothing else but its surroundings produce it. And as soon as it is born, it starts its journey. The ambitious journey. Up, up and away. Not even once does it look down. Because come what may, it will not go down. It knows only one way, up. As it moves up, its size increases, its intensity increases, the passion to reach the top increases. And then, after traveling the toughest journey of its life, it reaches the top. And what happens. BOOM!!! After reaching the pinnacle, instead of choosing to whither and fade away, it blasts.<br /><br /><br />~A small child is born somewhere in the middle of the world. A world of humans. The child is born out of nowhere. Nothing else but his surroundings produce him. And as soon as he is born, he starts his journey. The ambitious journey. Up, up and away. Not even once does he look down. Because come what may, he will not go down. He knows only one way, up. As he moves on, his age increases, his thinking power increases, the passion to reach the top increases. And then, after traveling the toughest journey of its life, he reaches the top. And what happens. No, he doesn't blast. After reaching the pinnacle, he tries to stay there forever and instead withers and fades away.<br /><br /><br />~A small feeling is formed somewhere in the middle of the heart. A heart of a soul. The feeling is born out of nowhere. Nothing else but its surroundings produce it. And as soon as it is born, it starts its journey. The ambitious journey. Up, up and away. Not even once does it look down. Because come what may, it will not go down. It knows only one way, up. As it moves up, its size increases, its intensity increases, the passion to reach the top increases. And then, after traveling the toughest journey of its life, it reaches the top. What happens? That, is up to the soul to decide. Whether he wants it to blast away, or to fade away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The better side</span><br />~As the bubble reaches the top, it blasts with full force and hence unites with what it was supposed to be. It had always waited to join the vast expanse of air. But inside the beer mug, there was no ocean. Just other fellows trapped like him. And he, the one with the strongest determination, had risen to the challenge, proved himself and hence attained permanency.<br /><br />~As the man reaches the top, it stays there for as long as it can. Trying to savor every moment of his time at the top. He had always wanted to reach the open ocean. But inside the crowd, there was no ocean. Just other fellows trapped like him. And he, the one with the strongest determination, had risen to the challenge, proved himself and hence lived those moments which will be with him even as he slowly fades away.<br /><br />~As the emotion reaches its top........<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Effervescent Emotions??????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658572802747118303-6588906512109919639?l=khappi-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Manunoreply@blogger.com1