Nayi Hawa

(This is without much thought)

poorab ki kis hawa ne mera darawaza khatkhataya hai
Yeh konsi bayar hai jo mujhe baagiche main bula rahi hai
Yeh kiski awaaz hai jo mere kaano tak aa rahi hai
Main toh apni tanhai ke andhiyaare main gumsum baitha tha
Yeh konsa ujiyara mere aangan main aaya hai
poorab ki kis hawa ne mera darwaza khatkhataya hai

Is dastak ka jawab toh mujhe dena hi padega
Is baar toh poorvai ko andar aane dena hi padega
Yeh main hi toh tha, jisne deewaron ka mahal banaya
Yeh main hi toh tha, jisne darwaazon ko band karwaya
Maine hi layi thi tanhai, Aur maine hi kiya tha andhera
Ab darwaze ko khol kar, roshni ko andar aane dena hi padega

Change

When I was a child, my parents tell me, I had limitless zeal. For everything. They had made me memorize our then address, "Doctol M Te Dupta, Mophichal-Offichal, Khakhalia Dujalaat" (Doctor M K Gupta, Medical-Officer, Khakharia Gujarat). So that in-case I slipped through their fingers, for a fantasy toy-world or an animal-jungle, some-one would return the lost property. I used to eat sand, hide in mogra-bushes and run after squirrels. And throw my biscuits to crows and play with water. And climb windows. Once I ran towards a labalub-talaab (an overflowing pond). Death then, was unknown to me. This was a different me. Twenty-five years of life, and not a trace of that childhood remains. And the infinite zeal, has been reduced to an integral limit.

ek subah

chhan(from chalni, filter)
auns(dew)

badalon se chhan kar dhoop mere aangan main aai hai
Wahan door mere aangan ki dhalano se dhoop ke rekhayen haule se mil rahin hain
aur yahan mere aangan ki hariyali ne auns ki muskan chadhai hai
badalon se chhan kar dhoop, mere aangan main aayi hai

Udhar rekhaon ke bandalon ne aakash ko bhavya banaya hai
aur idhar mere aangan ke phoolon ne mahak ka rang chadhaya hai
Badalon se chhan kar dhoop, mere aangan main aayi hai

ab mere aangan ke panchiyon ne aasman main chalang lagayi hai
ab maine aangan main apni kursi lagayi hai
aur Subah ki dhoop ab mere mun main utar aayi hai

badalon se chhan kar dhoop, mere aangan main aayi hai

Siphar

mandir ki ghanti ki har awaaz ke beech main hai siphar

aasman ki gahrai main hai siphar,
waadiyon ki tanhai main hai siphar
jindagi ka agaz hai siphar
jindagi ka anjam hai siphar
yeh main nahin kahta, yeh kahta hai siphar

yehi hai palon ko samay main pirone wala
yehi hai sanson ke risthon ko jodne wala
Risthon ke bandhan main hai siphar
Aur Insaan ke mun main hai siphar
Yeh main nahin kahta, yeh kahta hai siphar

Pahle kuch nahin tha, sirf tha siphar
Phir huyi roshni aur phir huya andhera
Ab andhere main hai siphar
Aur roshni main bhi siphar
Yeh main nahin kahta, yeh kahta hai sihpar

Imagine

Taking my weekly dosage of scientific america (www.sciam.com), I found A Transparent Enigma. Read with patience, if you will.

No Oxygen Up there

In life, I do not want to rise high, because there's no oxygen up there, and people wear silly masks !

Fear, Faith and Reason

Fear and Faith can make a stone out of a man. It is not that the liberal man is not insecure and has all the answers. But he faces his fears and questions his beliefs. Both are ways of life, yet to choose, I need to reason. And it takes more courage to question myself than to question others.

Eliminated P

A Poster in my bus says "The wrong pass could take you right to jail". Someone eliminated the P. The message now looks like:

"The wrong ass could take your right to jail. Using a fraudulent ass is illegal and is a punishable crime. Buy your ass legally. Don't take a chance. Don't even think about buying it from someone on the street. The RTD makes it available in select stores, King Soopers and Safeway. Make sure you get your ass from one of these. You can also get your ass online at www.rtd-denver.com"

(Not my idea. Some innovative ass-enger did that)

Rest Today

"Rest a little my friend,
come here, sit with me
We'll trace the clouds in the sky
and watch the birds fly

What is it that whispers the wind ?
Look now, the leaves speak in a murmur
What secret do they reveal ?

Rest a little my friend,
come here, sit with me
We'll watch the running stream
and remember a childhood dream

What is it at that laughs the water ?
Look now, the stones have joined its merriment
What unknown game do they play ?

Tomorrow, when the sun rises, you can go
But be with me tonight, we'll lie in the grass
and talk of the starry night
Rest a little my friend,
Tomorrow you can go,
But today, come here, sit with me"

Show of Life

There's a tiny bird under the tree
and she hops and hops and hops
On the grass under the shadow cast
by the tree,
she hops and hops and hops
briskly, breezily under the shadow
cast by the tree,
she hops and hops and hops
some grains she pecks, surveys the view ahead
and hops and hops and hops
Now she gathers her wings and flies away,
away from this land
and lights the sky with brown and black and brown
She flies my Friend, to another tree,
where she'll put a show for another me,
a show of life, for another me.

Torn Jeans

"This jeans of yours is torn all over. Leave it here. I'll give it to the RaddiWala", said mother, on my last visit home, two years ago.
"No. I like it. I still wear it". Threads had come out here and there, hanging loose, lifeless, awaiting final tear. Tapered blue hollow stared from inside.
"Tu toh pagal ho gaaya hai. You've gone mad. So many clothes you have, and if not, buy new ones. I will not let you wear that", she hid the jeans somewhere.
She wouldn't have found it. I brought it back with me. How could I let go of the jeans I loved so much ? So what if some threads were broke. I brought it back, with me.

Fate

Outside my window, three hares indulge in a reckless chase, whilst the clouds conjure a thunderous storm. Soon, the hares will be soaked by merciless rain, their burrows flooded with filthy water. But then, I guess, they are accustomed to the whims of nature. Tomorrow will be a new sunlit day again. Tomorrow they will build their homes again.

Nemesis

Weakness of Character is my nemesis. Morality in me, lives like a widow, passive, half-dead, sometimes faintly mournful, usually silent.

Love is in the Air

Some-one said that. People, protect your-self with a face-mask ! Now we know love is an air-borne disease.

Self-Love

Some days, I am in love with myself, others, I am just selfish.

Pathetetic Jokes

Geek humor sometimes make some sense, at other times is non-sense. Welcome to the world of pathetetic jokes. Some geeks, I must say, are expert at this art. Samples:

Papa tomato, mom tomato and baby tomato, are on their way to meet someone. Baby tomato is mischievious, naughtily lagging behind, doing zig-zags. Mom tomato turns back, mildly scolds baby tomato for walking on the road. Papa tomato, who's worried about being late, gets angry-red, turns with red fury, comes back with quick-steps, squeezes the baby-tomato hard and says
'Ketchup' ! (Catchup, you see)

Playful banter amidst two friends
Girl: You are so mean !
Geek says: " Which mean, arthimetic, geometric or harmonic !" And flees with Gigabit speed, since the friend is a mainframe with large (b)hand-width

Recently, we were talking while "Dance with Me" played (bad bad bad habit, to chatter during emotional scenes). I went "Why does everyone get hurt in love ?", My friend goes "Dude, it's a part and parcel of living, Everyone.." I interrupted "Nah re, it's because everyone falls in love, and in gravity".

Here are some more Geek Jokes (I found on net) if you have appetite for more.

And if you like geek jokes much-much, visit sagnik's site.
Satisfaction Guaranteed.

(Voluntary disclosure: The first pj was pirated and improvised. Half the title of this post was flicked from movie "Step Mom")

Talaash

ek aur saanjh ho chali hai, aur mere ghar main roshni nahin hai
diye ki khoj main bhatakta phirta hoon mara-mara
din ka khel ab khatm ho chuka hai
din-bhar maine badi atkheliyaan ki hain
ab saanjh ho chali hai, aur mere ghar main roshni nahi hai
raat gahra rahi hai, diya nahin mila hai, na jaane kitni khoj aur baki hai,
na jaane kitna chalna aur baki hai
ab rukte rukte se kadam hain, shareer main itna hi dum hai, ki peepal tale so loon
par mere ghar main roshni nahin hain, diye ki khoj abhi puri nahin hai
ab raat ho chali hai, aur mere ghar main roshni nahin hai
mere ghar main roshni nahin hai
mere ghar main roshni nahin hai
~

What do you do ?

This young man is having a drink in a dance-bar (A dancing geek is a rarity, unless, the whole crowd belongs to the same species and is either doped-or-dead-drunk). A femme-fatale comes and occupies the next seat. As it usually happens, it happens here too. Dilated eyes meet, conversation begins. One thing leads to another and the female asks, "So, What do you Do ?" Young man, inexperienced that he is, proudly goes "I am a software engg. Currently, I am working on block-level asynchronous replication for remote-mirroring". The lady goes "Uh-huh, Interesting". And then "I gotta check-out this friend of mine. Excuse me".

Since then, whenever the young man is asked "What do you do ?", He replies that he works with the computer. Or a better one, is a hitch-hiker.

Spring Sunday

The idyllic charm of boulder spring has arrived. The grass is green again. There's a mild scent in the air. The little hyacinths are bravely brandishing their colors against the bright sunshine. A promiscous bee bamboozles the flowers in mad delight, carefully kissing one after another. Families are out bicycling along the boulder-creek; Moms daughters sons and Dads in pinks and yellows and whites, wearing enthusiasm and smiles. Young are out playing, cuddling, sun-bathing. Once in a while, I spot a grandma or a grandpa, sitting on a bench under the shade, reading a book, or perhaps, staring at a passerby.

I sit by the creek for a while. Protected by the trees, the creek runs carefree, gushing forth with a loud din. My mind slips away, just for a little while, imagining an unknown song, humming with the uproarious waters, caressing the the stones, and the grass, and the trees, and the sky.

More on geeks, continued from day before.

Geek coders, have this peculiar habit of dissappearing in labryinths of codes. So if your geek boyfriend, has been missing, donot worry, he is not screwing around, he surely will be in dungeon(lab), breaking his head on the computer.

A gorgeous geek female and a handsome geek male, were working late night on a project. The male asks "Where shall we sleep ?" The answer was "Between lines 16 and 17". You see, sleep is a function used to make programs sleep (technically, relinquishing the cpu). They were talking of where to put that, in the lines of code.

Geek coders, like to code in the silence of the nights, when the only humane sound is themselves munching vending machine trifles, or sipping caffeine or a carbonated drink.

Geek Week

Begining Today, we will celebrate Geek-Week. We'll provide you with undercover details, which a geek guards ferociously, secretly encoded in cryptographic patterns in h(is)er geeky-brain.

A geek fantasizes about einstein, turing and bill-gates brains as ordinary people do about catherine-zeta-zones and brad-pitt and aishwarya-rai and shah-rukh-khan.

Every geek laughs at the idea of online-sex, but secretly believes and wishes, it were-will-be possible, in future.

True-Story: If a geek has Medical-Urgency(example acute chest-pain), (he) will Google up chest-pain, to find information about the problem.

A geek checks the gmail/hotmail/yahoo (oh yes, maintains all three atleast like an athlete maintains h(er) body), each twenty times a day. Plus the geek also explores the yahoogroups/google-groups/online-community accounts everyday and still manages to work/study !

If a geek says s(he) loves you like the comp, marry the geek, s(he) means it, s(he) can't live without a comp.

A geek contemplates about naming his(er) first baby, as Version 1.0, or Some-name.com.

A geek's idea of a romantic gift is a e-greeting, a bouqet developed in photo-shop, and a .com domain and
if the geek is more naughty, add porn-site addresses, logins and videos (ok, this is fiction)

If you think Geeks are foolish stupid nerdy geeky , welcome to the company, you are reading a Web Log.

And if you think Geeks are Cool, Well, if you are a girl, I am single and not dating :) (more serendipitous signs, single, not dating, and uses a blog to approach women. Though not all geek males do that; they never approach women !)

More Geekiness Tomorrow. Enjoy.

(Cautionary Warning: Some insights here might be pirated)