Sun-na Tabhi chahati hai duniya,
Jab zuban khamoshi chahati hai.
Ajeeb si is reet ko ab aur kya kahein
Nakab pehne hue ek umr nikal jaati hai
Kabhi jab kehna chahta hoon kuch
Kisi humzuban ki talash reh jaati hai
Lafzon ke toofani bahav ko
Khamoshi ki deewar rok jaati hai
Kuch pal aur sahi keh kar chup reh jaata hoon
Dafn ho jaata hai Ek aur khayal kahin seene mein
Aur akele mein kahin waqt nikal jaata hai
Uski kabr talashte shamshan-e-seene mein
Kuch wahi khamosh palon ko jee raha hoon aaj
Par duniya to duniya hai aaj bhi wohi
Sun-na Tabhi chahati hai duniya,
Jab zuban khamoshi chahati hai.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
To Define which does not exist...
The world we live in defines itself in the best possible manner as a place, where a someone can kill his best friend for a gallon of water in times, when it becomes the most valuable thing to survive. The Basic survival instinct in us, provokes us to be selfish in tough times.
Deb, a very dear friend of mine and I were on a usual talk when he said .. "What do you think is Hell?" A place where people can kill people for silly reasons, where everyone is selfish, thinking only of themselves and nothing else. Where people are chasing everything that they think they need but they dont have.. Sounds familiar? Welcome bro.. " We are being punished, this is hell".. And we will come back again and again..
Today I feel, Deb you are right, where we live now is hell.. We all are dead men, may not be physically, but somewhere deep within us our conscience, is dead or may be a part of it.
Seeking Life
Abhi
Deb, a very dear friend of mine and I were on a usual talk when he said .. "What do you think is Hell?" A place where people can kill people for silly reasons, where everyone is selfish, thinking only of themselves and nothing else. Where people are chasing everything that they think they need but they dont have.. Sounds familiar? Welcome bro.. " We are being punished, this is hell".. And we will come back again and again..
Today I feel, Deb you are right, where we live now is hell.. We all are dead men, may not be physically, but somewhere deep within us our conscience, is dead or may be a part of it.
Seeking Life
Abhi
Friday, October 22, 2010
Long time Blogging
Yeah, its been a long time blogging. I am in US now, Detroit to be Precise, arrived here on the 13th Oct.
It was a long flight, followed by Jet Lag for couple of days. The Uncle Sam's country is a cool place, better than all my other travels.
This is a country of Automotives, Wine and Women !!! One of the finest places to enjoy life, if "You are Single"...
Good thing is I have a very good friend of mine living in Chicago so plan to visit him sometime next week. The first week was very lonely and boring here, now with couple of friends around, life looks better.
More to come in days ahead.
Luv & Magic
Abhi
It was a long flight, followed by Jet Lag for couple of days. The Uncle Sam's country is a cool place, better than all my other travels.
This is a country of Automotives, Wine and Women !!! One of the finest places to enjoy life, if "You are Single"...
Good thing is I have a very good friend of mine living in Chicago so plan to visit him sometime next week. The first week was very lonely and boring here, now with couple of friends around, life looks better.
More to come in days ahead.
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Thursday, September 23, 2010
New life !
Marriage was one word, which I kept myself away from for a long time. In these years, I spent time traveling, reading, writing, speaking and working for a company which I built. Also not to mention the parties, people and surrounding fun, in which I remained engulfed for a long time.
But lately, this has become the buzzword in my life, with Mom & Dad all set to get me married.
"Lose weight, get married and before anything sell that jeep of yours" were my dad's words when we last spoke candidly.
Hoping that as usual good things would happen in my life. I part with these words "Live another Day, you never know what life has planned for you"
Peace and Hope
Abhi
But lately, this has become the buzzword in my life, with Mom & Dad all set to get me married.
"Lose weight, get married and before anything sell that jeep of yours" were my dad's words when we last spoke candidly.
Hoping that as usual good things would happen in my life. I part with these words "Live another Day, you never know what life has planned for you"
Peace and Hope
Abhi
Monday, September 20, 2010
Long time !
Been a long time blogging. Life kept me busy for a while.
Uncertainty prevails all over my career and personal life, as I am still not sure, I would be leaving Sierra in Days to come.
Check out this space on updates about happenings..
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Uncertainty prevails all over my career and personal life, as I am still not sure, I would be leaving Sierra in Days to come.
Check out this space on updates about happenings..
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Shreya & Mumbai Trip
I was all set for Onam Celebrations on monday last week. Dada, Bhabhi, naveen and Me, went for a movie, followed by dinner at Serengeti. All was pleasant, and I reached back home at around 11:50 PM.
I saw Mom and Dad very quietly sitting in their room. I walked up and asked whats with this unusual discussion this late night. They told me Shreya fell down while playing with kids and has had a head injury. The docs have confirmed a hairline fracture in Skull.
It was like a bomb exploded on me. I booked my ticket immediately to the next flight for Mumbai, called up everyone at office and informed of my urgent travel plans. After two sleepless nights on Wednesday morning I reached Mumbai.
Di and Jiju were scared about the incident. Doctors advised a caution to observe the child, and suggested a CT scan, same morning we took her for a CT scan, while everyone associated with the family spent time praying the almighty.
When the CT scan was in progress I could not stand the sight of it. Shreya and Aariya are the lifeline of our entire family, and watching the little kid going in the scan equipment was a heart wrenching scene. I came out of the room & could not hold my tears. The report came in the evening, and it was said its an external Hametoma, and would recover on its own with time.
There was nothing to worry about. A family physician after examining the reports, advised administration of an antibiotic, and some calcium supplements. Spent that evening in prayers thanking god for his kindness.
Spent rest of the three days, rushing to the doctors, talking with Di to ease her out of the tension, and playing games on the PC with the Kids. It was good, that life resumed back to normal. I was glad, I could be there in a situation like this for Di.
Di, Shreya and Aariya, Love you lots. Only you guys matter to me. I thank Sierra for keeping me on bench, and in India. Sometimes not getting what you want is a stroke of luck.
Keep faith
Luv & Magic
Abhi
I saw Mom and Dad very quietly sitting in their room. I walked up and asked whats with this unusual discussion this late night. They told me Shreya fell down while playing with kids and has had a head injury. The docs have confirmed a hairline fracture in Skull.
It was like a bomb exploded on me. I booked my ticket immediately to the next flight for Mumbai, called up everyone at office and informed of my urgent travel plans. After two sleepless nights on Wednesday morning I reached Mumbai.
Di and Jiju were scared about the incident. Doctors advised a caution to observe the child, and suggested a CT scan, same morning we took her for a CT scan, while everyone associated with the family spent time praying the almighty.
When the CT scan was in progress I could not stand the sight of it. Shreya and Aariya are the lifeline of our entire family, and watching the little kid going in the scan equipment was a heart wrenching scene. I came out of the room & could not hold my tears. The report came in the evening, and it was said its an external Hametoma, and would recover on its own with time.
There was nothing to worry about. A family physician after examining the reports, advised administration of an antibiotic, and some calcium supplements. Spent that evening in prayers thanking god for his kindness.
Spent rest of the three days, rushing to the doctors, talking with Di to ease her out of the tension, and playing games on the PC with the Kids. It was good, that life resumed back to normal. I was glad, I could be there in a situation like this for Di.
Di, Shreya and Aariya, Love you lots. Only you guys matter to me. I thank Sierra for keeping me on bench, and in India. Sometimes not getting what you want is a stroke of luck.
Keep faith
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Aqua Treat !
My mom had a hobby of feeding couple of gold fishes, (in a bowl) @ home every morning. Until recently, when both of them died (Sadly, she wept for hours). To surprise her. I got her a present, a home aquarium setup, customized with all pairs fishes of the Gold family and a pair of tiger sharks :) (My taste ;)).
She was delighted at the sight of it. Shreya and Aariya are pretty excited too to meet their new friends home. Hope to see you soon kiddos !!
Attached are some pics.
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She was delighted at the sight of it. Shreya and Aariya are pretty excited too to meet their new friends home. Hope to see you soon kiddos !!
Attached are some pics.
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Luv & Magic
Abhi
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
One of my All time Fav's
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat"
- Roosevelt
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat"
- Roosevelt
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Got my B1
Had my visa interview yesterday. I am granted my B1 visa, for 10 years.
So now, waiting for the next steps !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
So now, waiting for the next steps !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Ek khayal
Ek khayal sa, Ek Sawal sa
Uljha hua sochta hoon
Aaj simat aayi hai
dooriyan saari
tumhari aakhon ki kor mein
Ek aansoo ban kar
Wo jo bah bhi na saka
Aur ruk bhi na saka
Ek ehsaas sa, jo kabhi zinda tha
Dil ke kisi kone mein
Akela aaj bhi hai,
andheron mein Ghira hua
Waqt ki dahleez pe
Ruke hue ek kadam ki tarah
Na is paar hi hai
Na us paar
Wo aansoo jo simat aaya hai
Tumhari aankhon ke kor main
Bahna bhi chahta hai
Aur Rukna bhi
This is free style writing, also called as modern writing by some hindi poets, have been experimenting with this lately.
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Uljha hua sochta hoon
Aaj simat aayi hai
dooriyan saari
tumhari aakhon ki kor mein
Ek aansoo ban kar
Wo jo bah bhi na saka
Aur ruk bhi na saka
Ek ehsaas sa, jo kabhi zinda tha
Dil ke kisi kone mein
Akela aaj bhi hai,
andheron mein Ghira hua
Waqt ki dahleez pe
Ruke hue ek kadam ki tarah
Na is paar hi hai
Na us paar
Wo aansoo jo simat aaya hai
Tumhari aankhon ke kor main
Bahna bhi chahta hai
Aur Rukna bhi
This is free style writing, also called as modern writing by some hindi poets, have been experimenting with this lately.
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Client Interview
The D Day...
I am on Paracetomol, (To avoid temp) and have a call to take at 10:30 PM. If this works out, and if client likes me and Visa should not get rejected (B1 ofcourse) and any storms/earthquakes (Which may demolish the airport) or any other natural influences are non-occurent I may go to the $ land, California.
A major if is I dont resign from my current organization while any of the above is not true. With all this, and an else clause some where after all nested if's.
Thats for now..
Luv & Magic
Abhi
I am on Paracetomol, (To avoid temp) and have a call to take at 10:30 PM. If this works out, and if client likes me and Visa should not get rejected (B1 ofcourse) and any storms/earthquakes (Which may demolish the airport) or any other natural influences are non-occurent I may go to the $ land, California.
A major if is I dont resign from my current organization while any of the above is not true. With all this, and an else clause some where after all nested if's.
Thats for now..
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Monday, July 19, 2010
Automated Ass Wash System !
Americans always surprise the world with their 'ahem' technical innovations. This time, I happen to come across an automated ass wash system.
Yup, next time one sits in the loo, his ass can be washed automatically with a jet of warm water coming from behind. Once done with the work, one can simply press a button to get the crap filled ass washed automatically.
Yup, next time one sits in the loo, his ass can be washed automatically with a jet of warm water coming from behind. Once done with the work, one can simply press a button to get the crap filled ass washed automatically.
More info here: http://www.totousa.com/Washlet/WashletS400.aspx
Stupidity has no limits, genious has.
PS: Read the features carefully, it has a massage system too !!!
The speech issues :)
Remember the old days, of memorizing a page full of crap written by mom or sister in a school elocution?
Had a chance to live those moments again, my niece has a competition next week, the topic is "My favourite leader". Our education system is very good in introducing wrong perceptions right from the roots, can any political leader be termed as favourite?
Anyways, she chose to speak on Indira Gandhi, and my smart sis immediately composed a page long speech. Poor little soul needs to memorize and vomit it in front of Jury & other students who are going to Judge her by what she would speak out at the Dias.
No offense to Indira Gandhi or AECS Schools, but c'mon guys grow up, stop judging little kids by how well they can remember and read out about someone they hardly know of.
Dear God please educate the Educationists of India, and give them some sense.
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Had a chance to live those moments again, my niece has a competition next week, the topic is "My favourite leader". Our education system is very good in introducing wrong perceptions right from the roots, can any political leader be termed as favourite?
Anyways, she chose to speak on Indira Gandhi, and my smart sis immediately composed a page long speech. Poor little soul needs to memorize and vomit it in front of Jury & other students who are going to Judge her by what she would speak out at the Dias.
No offense to Indira Gandhi or AECS Schools, but c'mon guys grow up, stop judging little kids by how well they can remember and read out about someone they hardly know of.
Dear God please educate the Educationists of India, and give them some sense.
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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Monday, July 12, 2010
Ek lamha
Aaj Akela hoon main
Us lamhe ki tarah,
jo do khayalon ke beech mein hota hai
Ek sannata sa jeeta hai
Khamoshi mein lipta hua
Jis manzil ki talaash si rahi umr bhar
Aaj aur door nazar aati hai mujhe
Sirf apni yaadon ke sahare jiye jaata hoon
Un aasoone ko yaad kiye jaata hoon
Aaj Akela hoon main, us lamhe ki tarah
Jo kabhi tumhare paas hone pe, khayalon se mehroom raha
Jo sirf tumhe dekhta raha aur sochta raha
Tum hi shayad wo manzil ho jise dhoondta main raha
Bahut door nazar aati ho tum mujhe
Aaj akela hoon main us lamhe ki tarah
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Us lamhe ki tarah,
jo do khayalon ke beech mein hota hai
Ek sannata sa jeeta hai
Khamoshi mein lipta hua
Jis manzil ki talaash si rahi umr bhar
Aaj aur door nazar aati hai mujhe
Sirf apni yaadon ke sahare jiye jaata hoon
Un aasoone ko yaad kiye jaata hoon
Aaj Akela hoon main, us lamhe ki tarah
Jo kabhi tumhare paas hone pe, khayalon se mehroom raha
Jo sirf tumhe dekhta raha aur sochta raha
Tum hi shayad wo manzil ho jise dhoondta main raha
Bahut door nazar aati ho tum mujhe
Aaj akela hoon main us lamhe ki tarah
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Kuch Rishtey Ajeeb Hotey Hain
Kuch Rishtey Ajeeb Hotey Hain
Na koi sira hota hai, Na koi ant,
bas yun hi ek kabhi na khatam hone wali roshni ki tarah
kuch akeli ho chuki tanhai ki tarah
kuch ansuni si khamoshi ki tarah
Kuch pal bhi hote hain un rishton ke saath jude hue
Jaise wo pal un rishton ke saanso ki ek dor ho
Kuch batein bhi hoti hain, ek awaz ke saath, Dhundli si yaad jaisi
Aur kuch unkahe jazbaat jo dil mein ubhar aate hain
Har baar un rishotn ko yaad kar ke
Kuch Rishtey Ajeeb Hotey Hain
Na koi sira hota hai, Na koi ant,
bas yun hi ek kabhi na khatam hone wali roshni ki tarah
kuch akeli ho chuki tanhai ki tarah
kuch ansuni si khamoshi ki tarah
Kuch pal bhi hote hain un rishton ke saath jude hue
Jaise wo pal un rishton ke saanso ki ek dor ho
Kuch batein bhi hoti hain, ek awaz ke saath, Dhundli si yaad jaisi
Aur kuch unkahe jazbaat jo dil mein ubhar aate hain
Har baar un rishotn ko yaad kar ke
Kuch Rishtey Ajeeb Hotey Hain
The Wow factor !
People turning their heads while I drive..
Kind of interesting experience. Thanks to the team:
Jameel - Overall design / Customization
Akber - The paint man
Jameel & Associates - The entire Lining work
Nazir - Electrician
Farooq - Entertainment / Advisor
Samath - Body Design / Denting
Aziz - Minor fittings/ Advisor
& most importantly
Ratan - Mechanic / Friend / Advisor
Faboulous job guys.. Sorry for the delay in pictures, unable to load it on my PC here..
Pics to come in soon !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Kind of interesting experience. Thanks to the team:
Jameel - Overall design / Customization
Akber - The paint man
Jameel & Associates - The entire Lining work
Nazir - Electrician
Farooq - Entertainment / Advisor
Samath - Body Design / Denting
Aziz - Minor fittings/ Advisor
& most importantly
Ratan - Mechanic / Friend / Advisor
Faboulous job guys.. Sorry for the delay in pictures, unable to load it on my PC here..
Pics to come in soon !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Jeeps Done !
The Jeep is built, I would be taking the Delivery today.
Checklist
Insurance Papers - Ready
RC with Fitness - Ready
License - Cmon Guys, was always there
Pollution Cert - Will get it done paying some extra bucks, as of now, engine coughs a black smoke
Seat Belts - Not installed :( (Kind of frustrating, repeated reminders also failed)
All said and done, will take the machine home today. Will upload the pics in my next post !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Checklist
Insurance Papers - Ready
RC with Fitness - Ready
License - Cmon Guys, was always there
Pollution Cert - Will get it done paying some extra bucks, as of now, engine coughs a black smoke
Seat Belts - Not installed :( (Kind of frustrating, repeated reminders also failed)
All said and done, will take the machine home today. Will upload the pics in my next post !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Job Frustration !
There have been significant developments of worst nature at work place.
I was assigned as a Project Manager for a Project in Dubai, which I was supposed to go for in some time. Thanks to my boss, (A nice guy, who always assisted me). But there are goons around who wanted me to take care of there so called Proposals and Pre-sales in India.
So for some projects most of which would not even come to the home field, I was removed from an active and challenging assignment.
Today is perhaps the most frustrating days of my career. I have seen politics at various levels right from being a CEO of a Small company to an Engineer in a Big one. But this experience of being a small man in a small company is very bad.
The worst resource management example of my present company is standing tall with a senior resource like me wasting his time doing nothing & walking out of meetings in anger.
So all you guys around, be careful about joining small time Indian companies. Always remember our own people are the biggest problem, not the client, not the Business engagement neither the challenges which seem impossible, but the people around us.
Little less love, & depressing magic
Abhi
I was assigned as a Project Manager for a Project in Dubai, which I was supposed to go for in some time. Thanks to my boss, (A nice guy, who always assisted me). But there are goons around who wanted me to take care of there so called Proposals and Pre-sales in India.
So for some projects most of which would not even come to the home field, I was removed from an active and challenging assignment.
Today is perhaps the most frustrating days of my career. I have seen politics at various levels right from being a CEO of a Small company to an Engineer in a Big one. But this experience of being a small man in a small company is very bad.
The worst resource management example of my present company is standing tall with a senior resource like me wasting his time doing nothing & walking out of meetings in anger.
So all you guys around, be careful about joining small time Indian companies. Always remember our own people are the biggest problem, not the client, not the Business engagement neither the challenges which seem impossible, but the people around us.
Little less love, & depressing magic
Abhi
Thursday, June 24, 2010
A life of a coward is what I live !
I walked in rain to hide my tears
I treaded only known paths to avoid my fears
I left when I should have fought
You understood me all the while
A life of a coward is what I live
You were all that I had
Your dreams where my goals
Your laughter was my song
And today, look at me as I walk along
A life of a coward is what I live
You trusted me always
I kept on with all my promises
Few that I broke
Reminds me of my mistakes
A life of a coward is what I live
I know you would forgive me
It would only pain me more
You had so much to give
And I had so little to take
A life of a coward is what I live
Trying to hold the ocean by my palm
Trying to measure the sky by my arm
I forgot that you were all that I had
I did all I could only for you but today you see
A life of a coward is what I live
Someday when I grow old
And in those moments before embracing my death
I know I will remember your last words
I know I will remember your love
A life of a coward is what I live
And a death of coward is all that I deserve
I treaded only known paths to avoid my fears
I left when I should have fought
You understood me all the while
A life of a coward is what I live
You were all that I had
Your dreams where my goals
Your laughter was my song
And today, look at me as I walk along
A life of a coward is what I live
You trusted me always
I kept on with all my promises
Few that I broke
Reminds me of my mistakes
A life of a coward is what I live
I know you would forgive me
It would only pain me more
You had so much to give
And I had so little to take
A life of a coward is what I live
Trying to hold the ocean by my palm
Trying to measure the sky by my arm
I forgot that you were all that I had
I did all I could only for you but today you see
A life of a coward is what I live
Someday when I grow old
And in those moments before embracing my death
I know I will remember your last words
I know I will remember your love
A life of a coward is what I live
And a death of coward is all that I deserve
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Yet again !
I have been going through a tough time lately. At work and personal front. So the delay in posts.
I see the things settling soon, btw, joined a gym and workout spirit just started.
The unfortunate part is that will have to travel to Bangalore some time next week for a week, and then to Dubai on an assignment once I get my new passport. Hopefully the trip should be short and sweet.
I always wanted to go to Bangalore for a week's time so that I can catchup with few old friends, this is just the right assignment I am getting into. A week in Bangalore, followed by a month (or more?) in Dubai.
In God we trust. (Just felt like writing this donno why !)
Luv & Magic
Abhi
I see the things settling soon, btw, joined a gym and workout spirit just started.
The unfortunate part is that will have to travel to Bangalore some time next week for a week, and then to Dubai on an assignment once I get my new passport. Hopefully the trip should be short and sweet.
I always wanted to go to Bangalore for a week's time so that I can catchup with few old friends, this is just the right assignment I am getting into. A week in Bangalore, followed by a month (or more?) in Dubai.
In God we trust. (Just felt like writing this donno why !)
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Benching and Accident !
My car met with an accident, the credit goes to the classic auto drivers of Hyderabad.
Benching and having met with an accident can be frustrating. Hoping to get my passport issue fixed so that I can be back in action..
The wait continues. Good part being I can focus on building my jeep. Then would see which auto guy dares to scratch me ;)
Benching and having met with an accident can be frustrating. Hoping to get my passport issue fixed so that I can be back in action..
The wait continues. Good part being I can focus on building my jeep. Then would see which auto guy dares to scratch me ;)
Monday, June 7, 2010
Eat Sleep Jeep !
Had made couple of rounds to Bahadurpura, where my jeep is being built.
I could feel the machine taking the shape, when I touched her last time. It was as if, she was waiting to hit the road and run like a crazy horse.
The workshop guy told me to decide on the paint, after a long discussion and seeing quite a few pics, we decided on Red and Black combination. Hopefully the machine will hit the road sometime next week.
Have some performance mods pending, see around this space for the pics.
And as they say, always Keep life simple, Eat Sleep Jeep :)
Luv & magic
Abhi
I could feel the machine taking the shape, when I touched her last time. It was as if, she was waiting to hit the road and run like a crazy horse.
The workshop guy told me to decide on the paint, after a long discussion and seeing quite a few pics, we decided on Red and Black combination. Hopefully the machine will hit the road sometime next week.
Have some performance mods pending, see around this space for the pics.
And as they say, always Keep life simple, Eat Sleep Jeep :)
Luv & magic
Abhi
Friday, June 4, 2010
Old Friends New Place !
Haan ! If there was something missing in my consulting career at my new work place, it was the crude and raw fun.
Thanks to Pranav and Chaithu, the guys chose to join my work place. Today was my first day at work after returning back to India, and I find these two 'ahem' fine gentlemen, meeting me up here.
The series of hugs, kicks and punches, followed by long laughs over the breakfast and lunch made my day. I just feel being home after 8 months with the guys around. The last team I worked @ Oracle was one of the finest. It was like friends working together and not people working together becoming friends later.
It made all the difference, Herculean tasks and a stupid manager, didn't seem to matter at all.
Just a passing thought, Occasional stupidity is acceptable in the world we live, but a consistent performance makes a Skumar D. (guys who know, might have got it;))
Thanks to Pranav and Chaithu, the guys chose to join my work place. Today was my first day at work after returning back to India, and I find these two 'ahem' fine gentlemen, meeting me up here.
The series of hugs, kicks and punches, followed by long laughs over the breakfast and lunch made my day. I just feel being home after 8 months with the guys around. The last team I worked @ Oracle was one of the finest. It was like friends working together and not people working together becoming friends later.
It made all the difference, Herculean tasks and a stupid manager, didn't seem to matter at all.
Just a passing thought, Occasional stupidity is acceptable in the world we live, but a consistent performance makes a Skumar D. (guys who know, might have got it;))
Monday, May 31, 2010
The Glass Factory !
In My experiences so far, this was unique. I had seen the entire layout of a Glass Factory.
Its divided into Five parts
a) The Batch Mixing unit ( The place where raw materials are mixed, and sent over on a conveyer belt to the furnace)
b) The Furnace, its a pull manufacturing system, although typical, this furnace had a capacity of 22o Tonnes, and was operating at 210 to 215 tonnes at a given point in time. The furnace pull sequence decides how much material gets into the furnace. Once the Raw material is converted to molten glass, it flows through a glass leveler.
c) The third is the mould unit, where molten glass takes shape via moulds of several sizes and shapes (Often provided by the customer) and the glass bottle takes shape. (Its all automated operation, usually 2 to 3 glasses in a single swipe get created)
d) After this, the bottles are sent to annealing process, where they are cooled, followed by some coating to enhance the strenghth of the bottle, also it acts like an scratch resistant coating. Immediately its inspected, and after the testing is done (There are over 6 machines for testing alone) the bottles are moved to Packaging area.
e) Packaging Process involves labeling (Coke or pepsi stickers) also in some cases, the person told me 'Beautification' of the bottle is done, perhaps he meant designing. Post which a set of 420 bottles are packed into what is called as a pallet. Seven such pallets make a layer (Placed one over the other) and packed using a plastic cover, leading their way to dispatch.
It was an amazing experience, considering my inclination towards manufacturing processes.
Btw, I leaned quite too much towards the furnace to see molten glass, the Prod Engr, told me its 1500 Deg's a little more leaning and parts of you would be in bottles down below... That was fun indeed.
Will post my other adventures going forward, hope I dont get into consulting for Furniture business though ;)
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Its divided into Five parts
a) The Batch Mixing unit ( The place where raw materials are mixed, and sent over on a conveyer belt to the furnace)
b) The Furnace, its a pull manufacturing system, although typical, this furnace had a capacity of 22o Tonnes, and was operating at 210 to 215 tonnes at a given point in time. The furnace pull sequence decides how much material gets into the furnace. Once the Raw material is converted to molten glass, it flows through a glass leveler.
c) The third is the mould unit, where molten glass takes shape via moulds of several sizes and shapes (Often provided by the customer) and the glass bottle takes shape. (Its all automated operation, usually 2 to 3 glasses in a single swipe get created)
d) After this, the bottles are sent to annealing process, where they are cooled, followed by some coating to enhance the strenghth of the bottle, also it acts like an scratch resistant coating. Immediately its inspected, and after the testing is done (There are over 6 machines for testing alone) the bottles are moved to Packaging area.
e) Packaging Process involves labeling (Coke or pepsi stickers) also in some cases, the person told me 'Beautification' of the bottle is done, perhaps he meant designing. Post which a set of 420 bottles are packed into what is called as a pallet. Seven such pallets make a layer (Placed one over the other) and packed using a plastic cover, leading their way to dispatch.
It was an amazing experience, considering my inclination towards manufacturing processes.
Btw, I leaned quite too much towards the furnace to see molten glass, the Prod Engr, told me its 1500 Deg's a little more leaning and parts of you would be in bottles down below... That was fun indeed.
Will post my other adventures going forward, hope I dont get into consulting for Furniture business though ;)
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Last Day in Dog's own Country
Finally the D Day, Have my flight @ 8: 45 PM today.
Btw, dog's own country is a key tag line in this post, as dogs here were killed by the local's until recently, and one could not have had a puppy pet @ home. (Some thing again religious about this).
FYI: There are professional dog grooming centers and pet houses, where you can find all the breeds ranging from a Labrador to a Great Den, just saw one of them when I was riding back home yesterday. The Irony continues.
All said and done, there was one take away, now I can hold my breath and swim from one end to another of the pool. Have to thank Chandra Sir for this. He was my guru ;) (I know Chandra, if you are reading this, you must be chuckling)
I hope not to fool around this place again. Signing off, my next post would be from the Emirates lounge @ Dubai Airport... Wait for it
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Btw, dog's own country is a key tag line in this post, as dogs here were killed by the local's until recently, and one could not have had a puppy pet @ home. (Some thing again religious about this).
FYI: There are professional dog grooming centers and pet houses, where you can find all the breeds ranging from a Labrador to a Great Den, just saw one of them when I was riding back home yesterday. The Irony continues.
All said and done, there was one take away, now I can hold my breath and swim from one end to another of the pool. Have to thank Chandra Sir for this. He was my guru ;) (I know Chandra, if you are reading this, you must be chuckling)
I hope not to fool around this place again. Signing off, my next post would be from the Emirates lounge @ Dubai Airport... Wait for it
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Do it Now !
He slept beneath the moon
He basked beneath the sun
He lived a life of going to do
And died with nothing done.
-James Albery
PS: Not like the Tiger, who "Just Did it".. (If you know what I mean)
He basked beneath the sun
He lived a life of going to do
And died with nothing done.
-James Albery
PS: Not like the Tiger, who "Just Did it".. (If you know what I mean)
Friday, May 28, 2010
Returning for Good
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Missing out a Good Friend's Wedding.
Hi Boss,
Can I travel back on 24th May to India, have to attend a friend wedding. Pls confirm, my visa expires on 1st June............
Boss Replies
Dear Abhishek,
We are in deep soup with the project, It would be required that you continue till 1st June............
I am sorry Kanchan, there are things, which are out of my control. Thanks to my job, its never consistent when I would return back.
I wonder is it same with all the folks in Consulting world? There are people who plan out the resource schedule well. In my case, the Organization had a genuine reason. The person who was supposed to take over from me had his visa rejected, and I ended up overstaying out here.
But all in all, missed out on the wedding of one of my good friend. I hope you have a great life ahead, and may the Good God of the heavens shower all the happiness in your life. Keep that precious smile on your face as always, that's one of the many things that makes you special :)
Sorry Ramya, and all the other friends, who would have loved to see me out there, I missed out on loads of fun and a special meet up after so many years..
I will make up for it some other time...
Luv and Magic
Abhi
Can I travel back on 24th May to India, have to attend a friend wedding. Pls confirm, my visa expires on 1st June............
Boss Replies
Dear Abhishek,
We are in deep soup with the project, It would be required that you continue till 1st June............
I am sorry Kanchan, there are things, which are out of my control. Thanks to my job, its never consistent when I would return back.
I wonder is it same with all the folks in Consulting world? There are people who plan out the resource schedule well. In my case, the Organization had a genuine reason. The person who was supposed to take over from me had his visa rejected, and I ended up overstaying out here.
But all in all, missed out on the wedding of one of my good friend. I hope you have a great life ahead, and may the Good God of the heavens shower all the happiness in your life. Keep that precious smile on your face as always, that's one of the many things that makes you special :)
Sorry Ramya, and all the other friends, who would have loved to see me out there, I missed out on loads of fun and a special meet up after so many years..
I will make up for it some other time...
Luv and Magic
Abhi
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Bas aise hi...
Aaj Ek Khwab mein,
Kuch purane rishton ko dekha,
Kuch chehre the,
Jo waqt ke saath dhundle ho gaye the
Kuch baatein bhi thi,
Jo kai dinon zehan mein aayi nahi thi
Kuch dost purane the,
jinke saath ek lamba Waqt bitaya
Achanak Aankh khuli,
Aur apne aap ko hamesha ki tarah tanha hi paya
Khwaab ache hote hain.
Kuch purane rishton ko dekha,
Kuch chehre the,
Jo waqt ke saath dhundle ho gaye the
Kuch baatein bhi thi,
Jo kai dinon zehan mein aayi nahi thi
Kuch dost purane the,
jinke saath ek lamba Waqt bitaya
Achanak Aankh khuli,
Aur apne aap ko hamesha ki tarah tanha hi paya
Khwaab ache hote hain.
Wake up Sid !
Day 21
Got up late today... Working in a Glass factory can be trouble.. If 5:45 AM is late, whats early?
I ask this question to myself everyday.
Today I was supposed to visit the factory, but the Prod Manager did not turn up..
Resting in the ERP Room :) Feeling homesick..
Got up late today... Working in a Glass factory can be trouble.. If 5:45 AM is late, whats early?
I ask this question to myself everyday.
Today I was supposed to visit the factory, but the Prod Manager did not turn up..
Resting in the ERP Room :) Feeling homesick..
Monday, May 24, 2010
A Few More Days
Day 20
Was told today, that I will have to wait for a few more days till I return home.
I am being patient. Hopefully this week, I will be back.. God are you listening.. read mah blog !!!
Was told today, that I will have to wait for a few more days till I return home.
I am being patient. Hopefully this week, I will be back.. God are you listening.. read mah blog !!!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Monetory value of Emotional Loss
Today is one of the sad days of my life, I came to know that 160 Passengers of aboard the AI flight from Dubai to Mangalore died in an unfortunate crash.
My views about this subject are no different than the aam aadmi. In all certainty, a technical fault or a decision mistake by the pilot would be attributed as a reason by our Govt. The exact statement was,
" Prime Minister Manmohan Singh has announced a compensation of Rs 2 lakh each for the families of those killed in Mangalore air crash and Rs 50,000 for the injured from the PM's National Relief Fund."
Please look at the photograph below and decide for yourself, is this the compensation for a loss of life of a person. The concerned Govt authority deserves to first seek an apology for this mistake, take the ownership, investigate the root cause and let the citizens of India know why this happened, and what measures have been taken to avoid such incidents (Guess it would be accidents, as there are causalities, a/c to aviation terminology) in future, now that would be a compensation.
Screw the PM relief fund, it adds to agony more than providing relief, given the stats of my flying hours in a year, and had I been a part of that unfortunate flight, even my life would have been valued @ INR 200,000. Is that all being born in this country? No apology, empathy by the Govt authorities to the families who have lost their loved one's. No concrete measures would be taken, Indian travelers would continue to fly scared till they eventually meet with their fate and their life being valued for the some double decimal percentage of whats in the swiss bank account of most unsuccessful of our politicians.
Jai Hind. Jai Praful Patel.
My views about this subject are no different than the aam aadmi. In all certainty, a technical fault or a decision mistake by the pilot would be attributed as a reason by our Govt. The exact statement was,
" Prime Minister Manmohan Singh has announced a compensation of Rs 2 lakh each for the families of those killed in Mangalore air crash and Rs 50,000 for the injured from the PM's National Relief Fund."
Please look at the photograph below and decide for yourself, is this the compensation for a loss of life of a person. The concerned Govt authority deserves to first seek an apology for this mistake, take the ownership, investigate the root cause and let the citizens of India know why this happened, and what measures have been taken to avoid such incidents (Guess it would be accidents, as there are causalities, a/c to aviation terminology) in future, now that would be a compensation.
Screw the PM relief fund, it adds to agony more than providing relief, given the stats of my flying hours in a year, and had I been a part of that unfortunate flight, even my life would have been valued @ INR 200,000. Is that all being born in this country? No apology, empathy by the Govt authorities to the families who have lost their loved one's. No concrete measures would be taken, Indian travelers would continue to fly scared till they eventually meet with their fate and their life being valued for the some double decimal percentage of whats in the swiss bank account of most unsuccessful of our politicians.
Jai Hind. Jai Praful Patel.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Sand Storm....
Thanks to my boss who extended my stay for a few more days, I am battling sand storm here...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Women can’t drive?
My continued stint in Saudi Arabia makes me aware of new stupid policies every day. The women here are not allowed to drive a vehicle. Meaning, a female needs to be either accompanied by her husband (Who is busy with three other wives in the same way) or take a cab. Again, if the woman chooses to take a cab, she is not allowed to sit in the front. It’s a routine site to see 4 Saudi women traveling in two cabs, while they could have done it with one.
Anyway, speaking about the drivers who stare at the women from the rear view mirror, I had come across a story told to me by a good friend. One fine day, one of the drivers who had driven him to office for some time, came running into his apartment, and fell on his feet. He asked SAR 500 so that he can leave back to his home land Srilanka (Yup, the place of Sangakara and Jaywardene).
Out of curiosity my buddy asked him what is the reason, considering that he came into ‘the kingdom‘only a month back, and he had a lot of plans to save money and return only after couple of years.
Saddened by the question, the driver narrated his story. His employer, a rich Saudi had 4 wives and he was appointed as a driver to one of his eldest wife. As a usual procedure, the passport was with held by his employer.
Remember the herbs that I talked about in my last post, as a rule, the nature does not distinguish the male and the female, and even the females have the same effect. Our poor driver had to face the herbal effect, the lady of the house assaulted him sexually for over a week. Followed by her daughter. (!!!)
And then, the daughter had few friends, who were really happy to know that she had a good driver. So the saga continued, the guy who was supposed to drive the car for the lady was put in the overdrive mode and drained out. This continued for over a month, and the poor driver was raped continuously by more than one women multiple times a day. (Although how? For a man, his will is necessary, I am still confused..!)
The Law of Diminishing utility in Economics is valid in every aspect of life, at first what our driver thought as paradise, became a hell in just over a month. I heard that women and cars drive men crazy; it’s true in this case.
So a question? What about the employer, the Husband? Answer is simple; he continues to have a good time with his youngest and second youngest wife.
The driver, a smart guy, somehow managed to convince the lady of the house, and picked up his passport, and the very next moment he was at my buddy’s place to ask for little run-away money. He is in some part of Srilanka now.
Coming back to the point, its time that the king here allows women to drive, so that a Srilankan or a Bangladeshi driver will get saved from going through what is narrated. :
Anyway, speaking about the drivers who stare at the women from the rear view mirror, I had come across a story told to me by a good friend. One fine day, one of the drivers who had driven him to office for some time, came running into his apartment, and fell on his feet. He asked SAR 500 so that he can leave back to his home land Srilanka (Yup, the place of Sangakara and Jaywardene).
Out of curiosity my buddy asked him what is the reason, considering that he came into ‘the kingdom‘only a month back, and he had a lot of plans to save money and return only after couple of years.
Saddened by the question, the driver narrated his story. His employer, a rich Saudi had 4 wives and he was appointed as a driver to one of his eldest wife. As a usual procedure, the passport was with held by his employer.
Remember the herbs that I talked about in my last post, as a rule, the nature does not distinguish the male and the female, and even the females have the same effect. Our poor driver had to face the herbal effect, the lady of the house assaulted him sexually for over a week. Followed by her daughter. (!!!)
And then, the daughter had few friends, who were really happy to know that she had a good driver. So the saga continued, the guy who was supposed to drive the car for the lady was put in the overdrive mode and drained out. This continued for over a month, and the poor driver was raped continuously by more than one women multiple times a day. (Although how? For a man, his will is necessary, I am still confused..!)
The Law of Diminishing utility in Economics is valid in every aspect of life, at first what our driver thought as paradise, became a hell in just over a month. I heard that women and cars drive men crazy; it’s true in this case.
So a question? What about the employer, the Husband? Answer is simple; he continues to have a good time with his youngest and second youngest wife.
The driver, a smart guy, somehow managed to convince the lady of the house, and picked up his passport, and the very next moment he was at my buddy’s place to ask for little run-away money. He is in some part of Srilanka now.
Coming back to the point, its time that the king here allows women to drive, so that a Srilankan or a Bangladeshi driver will get saved from going through what is narrated. :
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Kingdom !
Its Riyadh
Traveling across the length and breadth of this city makes me wonder what mankind is capable of. This was supposed to be a desert, and look at it now. Well with places like Dubai and LA, this stands as a very small example though.
The issues here are complicated as a barbwire, the locals have preserved (If at all its worthy) a culture, that gives you a feeler of what could have been the thought process man kind in stone age. This is a sex driven society. At any grocery store you can walk in and pick any edible, right from coffee to oil, all have some herbs in them to enhance a man’s sexual desire.
No. of Wives are a demonstration of how filthy rich you are. An average Saudi spends around 100K SAR (USD 30K) to get married (A kind of dowry that is given to the bride), and can have a maximum of 4 wives at a given time (Yup, it’s a govt regulation as per the Religion, you got documents, god has no problems) so when the eldest of all wives gets older, he divorces her and gets a new one by spending some more, all in all resulting in 500 divorces a week (This number is only from Court of Justice in Riyadh).
Net result, most of the oldies (A Saudi is called oldie after 60) here are married to 18 yr old girls from Syria (They come cheaper SAR 70K) or Jordon or Sudanese or some even are Filipino. This perhaps also this explains the reasons for those herbs in edible stuff @ grocery store.
PS: Prostitution is a crime here; you are not even allowed to talk. Ironical?
Ok, so you what was said was ironical, how about this. The Govt here permits the local to engage in what is known as a Holiday marriage, in case a Saudi decides to go on a vacation to relieve himself from his herbal hard-ons and wants a ‘Fresh’ (Term used by one of the local) bride, he can marry a girl by paying some money (30K SAR?) and take her along for the vacation. This contract marriage ends with the end of the vacation which is usually 20 or may be 30 Days.
Now that’s nothing less to prostitution, I mean a contract for couple of hours or couple of months, still makes it prostitution.
Alcohol is strictly prohibited in the entire Kingdom, even talking of an alcoholic beverage is considered offensive (Yup I had my moments). Well local law does not allow you to posses any kind of commodity which may have alcohol in it, meaning cough syrup, or even perfumes here should be alcohol free.
PS: All brands of whiskey/ Scotch and other beverages are available in Compound Accommodations.
Now watz that? Ok, with increasing number of expats, its difficult to maintain this rule. So god here permits to sin in closed circle accommodations which are guarded by armed security personnel. Inside these so called compound accommodations, you would see bikny clad women by the pool having some gossip over a beer while few drunk white boys are gazing at them. Makes you feel you are in some part of Amsterdam (if you know what I mean).
Ironical again? Rather lets be honest and say Hypocritical.
So these are few twists and curls of the Barbwire in Dogs own country. Some more to come in my next post.
Traveling across the length and breadth of this city makes me wonder what mankind is capable of. This was supposed to be a desert, and look at it now. Well with places like Dubai and LA, this stands as a very small example though.
The issues here are complicated as a barbwire, the locals have preserved (If at all its worthy) a culture, that gives you a feeler of what could have been the thought process man kind in stone age. This is a sex driven society. At any grocery store you can walk in and pick any edible, right from coffee to oil, all have some herbs in them to enhance a man’s sexual desire.
No. of Wives are a demonstration of how filthy rich you are. An average Saudi spends around 100K SAR (USD 30K) to get married (A kind of dowry that is given to the bride), and can have a maximum of 4 wives at a given time (Yup, it’s a govt regulation as per the Religion, you got documents, god has no problems) so when the eldest of all wives gets older, he divorces her and gets a new one by spending some more, all in all resulting in 500 divorces a week (This number is only from Court of Justice in Riyadh).
Net result, most of the oldies (A Saudi is called oldie after 60) here are married to 18 yr old girls from Syria (They come cheaper SAR 70K) or Jordon or Sudanese or some even are Filipino. This perhaps also this explains the reasons for those herbs in edible stuff @ grocery store.
PS: Prostitution is a crime here; you are not even allowed to talk. Ironical?
Ok, so you what was said was ironical, how about this. The Govt here permits the local to engage in what is known as a Holiday marriage, in case a Saudi decides to go on a vacation to relieve himself from his herbal hard-ons and wants a ‘Fresh’ (Term used by one of the local) bride, he can marry a girl by paying some money (30K SAR?) and take her along for the vacation. This contract marriage ends with the end of the vacation which is usually 20 or may be 30 Days.
Now that’s nothing less to prostitution, I mean a contract for couple of hours or couple of months, still makes it prostitution.
Alcohol is strictly prohibited in the entire Kingdom, even talking of an alcoholic beverage is considered offensive (Yup I had my moments). Well local law does not allow you to posses any kind of commodity which may have alcohol in it, meaning cough syrup, or even perfumes here should be alcohol free.
PS: All brands of whiskey/ Scotch and other beverages are available in Compound Accommodations.
Now watz that? Ok, with increasing number of expats, its difficult to maintain this rule. So god here permits to sin in closed circle accommodations which are guarded by armed security personnel. Inside these so called compound accommodations, you would see bikny clad women by the pool having some gossip over a beer while few drunk white boys are gazing at them. Makes you feel you are in some part of Amsterdam (if you know what I mean).
Ironical again? Rather lets be honest and say Hypocritical.
So these are few twists and curls of the Barbwire in Dogs own country. Some more to come in my next post.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Two drunken brothers
They walk holding each other by arms
They have a story to tell
Praising each other all the way they walk
All the roads lead to the same they say
They stop by to watch each other in the eyes
They see the truth of life and no lies
They watch the guys sleeping on the footpath
They see the broken branches of once a green tree
They listen to the silence of the usual busy roads
They see the tales told by the city’s glow boards
Life is like a peg which just finished moments back
Emptiness eventually prevails in each filled whiskey glass
The drunken brothers in arms see different perspective of life
Watching all the way as they go, they live these moments in the flow
The cry of a child at night, awakens the mother distant at sight
At a distance on the footpath, life stares at them
Death comes equal to all they say
Why life comes in sizes they ask, the drunken brothers in arms
The drunken brothers in arms see life
And the sober us, seek life
They have a story to tell
Praising each other all the way they walk
All the roads lead to the same they say
They stop by to watch each other in the eyes
They see the truth of life and no lies
They watch the guys sleeping on the footpath
They see the broken branches of once a green tree
They listen to the silence of the usual busy roads
They see the tales told by the city’s glow boards
Life is like a peg which just finished moments back
Emptiness eventually prevails in each filled whiskey glass
The drunken brothers in arms see different perspective of life
Watching all the way as they go, they live these moments in the flow
The cry of a child at night, awakens the mother distant at sight
At a distance on the footpath, life stares at them
Death comes equal to all they say
Why life comes in sizes they ask, the drunken brothers in arms
The drunken brothers in arms see life
And the sober us, seek life
Prathi ! Thanks for being there :)
Today, I remember you. The warmth of the half cup coffee on my hands, your smile (Not to mention the eh eeew), the lush green lawn on which we sat and spoke for hours. You were my best friend. The times, I was angry, times when I was weak, times when I was tired (Gymming on the 6th Floor) you calmed me, supported me, shouldered me.
I owe you a lot, but you never asked for a thing. I missed you at times, in weaker moments. The emotion we shared, was unique, was unknown. Had traveled miles since you left, sometimes I still see no destination.
Times when we had the snacks in the cafeteria, times when I was feeling asleep working late hours, times when we sat over at the reception and made career plans, all seem like yesterday.
The fun we had in training, the games we played, the passwords we shared, seem to be as fresh in memory as the last moment which passed by.
You have gone a long way since we last met, so did I, and perhaps the distance we have, has come between a little.
Still sometimes when I sit in a movie hall, I remember the day we had gone together for a movie. Still sometimes over a casual snack break in cafeteria, I remember the day we sat in the front cafeteria and ‘ahem’ I licked the sauce over my palm followed by a gentle hand shake to someone. Still sometimes when I swipe in to enter the office, I remember your laughter when I used to hug the walls to get in the office. (Even after all that my retractor broke and yours didn’t)
Still sometimes I feel lonely, like the day if you remember, I felt, and you came all the way to meet me in the office.
I know, time has its own course, and it sails only once, but if I had a wish to ask for, would like to live the old life, all the fun once again, even if it’s just for a day.
You are the best, as you are and always will be my best friend.
I owe you a lot, but you never asked for a thing. I missed you at times, in weaker moments. The emotion we shared, was unique, was unknown. Had traveled miles since you left, sometimes I still see no destination.
Times when we had the snacks in the cafeteria, times when I was feeling asleep working late hours, times when we sat over at the reception and made career plans, all seem like yesterday.
The fun we had in training, the games we played, the passwords we shared, seem to be as fresh in memory as the last moment which passed by.
You have gone a long way since we last met, so did I, and perhaps the distance we have, has come between a little.
Still sometimes when I sit in a movie hall, I remember the day we had gone together for a movie. Still sometimes over a casual snack break in cafeteria, I remember the day we sat in the front cafeteria and ‘ahem’ I licked the sauce over my palm followed by a gentle hand shake to someone. Still sometimes when I swipe in to enter the office, I remember your laughter when I used to hug the walls to get in the office. (Even after all that my retractor broke and yours didn’t)
Still sometimes I feel lonely, like the day if you remember, I felt, and you came all the way to meet me in the office.
I know, time has its own course, and it sails only once, but if I had a wish to ask for, would like to live the old life, all the fun once again, even if it’s just for a day.
You are the best, as you are and always will be my best friend.
The New face of this Blog
So Far, I have written short stories, pages from Diary of the character of my novel (God help me complete it before this year ends)...
Now I want to make this as a blogging space of all my experiences. I am gonna close down all other blogs that I have, but Frozen in time would continue...
My thoughts would be words here.. Keep reading !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
Now I want to make this as a blogging space of all my experiences. I am gonna close down all other blogs that I have, but Frozen in time would continue...
My thoughts would be words here.. Keep reading !
Luv & Magic
Abhi
The Journey has begun
The Journey has begun
Travel like you live for it
Seek what you have never known
Get what you always wanted
Live without being haunted.
From dusk to the dawn
I feel as weak as a Pawn
On the Chess Board of life
The Journey has begun
Few moments to sever
Trade the old for the newer
Lose the ‘Small’ to win the ‘Big’
The Journey has begun
The cold shoulders of the known
The warm of emotions of the unknown
Leave all of it behind to move on
The Journey has begun
I saw myself in you
You were my mirror image
Diffused into reality, the image is gone
The Journey has begun
Emotions broken in pieces, along the road
Pick up quick, all that you can
Someday if we cross paths, ignore me if you can
The Journey has begun….
(From my word press Blog.. closing it off.. I hate Word Press)
Travel like you live for it
Seek what you have never known
Get what you always wanted
Live without being haunted.
From dusk to the dawn
I feel as weak as a Pawn
On the Chess Board of life
The Journey has begun
Few moments to sever
Trade the old for the newer
Lose the ‘Small’ to win the ‘Big’
The Journey has begun
The cold shoulders of the known
The warm of emotions of the unknown
Leave all of it behind to move on
The Journey has begun
I saw myself in you
You were my mirror image
Diffused into reality, the image is gone
The Journey has begun
Emotions broken in pieces, along the road
Pick up quick, all that you can
Someday if we cross paths, ignore me if you can
The Journey has begun….
(From my word press Blog.. closing it off.. I hate Word Press)
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