tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79757302007-12-03T01:44:34.933-08:00mskBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-7165917044321681222007-11-20T09:08:00.000-08:002007-11-20T09:32:51.296-08:00

For once and all, he looked at the draft and put it across the table. Figure in it was more than he has ever earned, and probably even what he would ever spend. But there wasn't even a thought about it. Soon he was going to own what owned him already. The pacific location, hilltop view from the balcony, and the sparkling city at night from its terrace, he was simply in love with all that it had

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-16659128815516797342007-09-15T10:27:00.000-07:002007-09-15T10:38:26.334-07:00

It's sunday evening. Rishi is still in his lazing mood, besides India Scotland match is due at 8.00pm. Preeti has already mentioned twice about this walking plaza at MG road. First time, it was casual, which Rishi knows he could afford to ignore with no risk. But at lunch Preeti prepares his favourite dish with crispy rotis (bread), and then mentions about her plan to go with Mrs. raman to that

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-43005721357111409982007-07-25T01:29:00.001-07:002007-07-25T01:29:51.232-07:00

"Hieeeeeeeeeeee........pahchaana (did you recognize me)", the ardent voice almost yelled at me as soon as I picked up the phone and identified myself, and I had to take down a memory trip 'coz that sounded definitely from a known one with all the warmth and possession it could carry. All known and distant faces got scanned through my eyes trying to fit in the puzzle. Got a hunch that it was

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-59599282063935225412007-07-25T01:27:00.001-07:002007-07-25T01:27:54.822-07:00

 

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-39361717412976696502007-07-03T03:57:00.000-07:002007-07-03T03:59:50.685-07:00

Meetings adjorned, discssions crtailed. stdies settled, plannings postponed. mood betraying sincerity of the very prpose of all the works excses forged, jstifications done. news scanned, blah blogged. and now what remains in thoghts, is what's missing here...

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-39560803165621535272007-07-03T03:03:00.000-07:002007-07-03T03:14:25.829-07:00

It's a bright morning. You are over phone, when you notice him third time around your cubicle. As usual, he appears to be in a hurry, with face well marked with work thoughts. And you know he never fails to look towards your side on account of one or the other pretext. He has never looked ever straight in your eyes, or stared more than a glance in a go. A glimpse of yours, and you could see a

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-59336398716890195402007-06-25T02:06:00.000-07:002007-06-25T02:23:30.889-07:00

In spring, hundreds of flowers; in autumn, a harvest moon; in the summer, a refreshing breeze; in winter snow will accompany you. if useless things do not hang in your mind, any season is a good season for you. -excerpt from zen koan

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msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-69598401972215238532007-06-25T01:49:00.000-07:002007-06-25T01:50:04.989-07:00

As for me, I delight In the everyday Way, Among mist-wrapped vines And rocky caves. Here in the wilderness I am completely free, With my friends, The white clouds, Idling forever. There are roads, But they do not reach the world; Since I am mindless, Who can rouse my thoughts? On a bed of stone I sit, Alone in the night, While the round moon Climbs up Cold Mountain. - Han shan ( 8th

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-36440865515630113862007-06-25T00:19:00.000-07:002007-06-25T00:34:01.559-07:00

I stop at red signal and try to smell the remnant of today's pouring. A hand jolts my shirt. In split of second I ensure the weight of bulge in my side pocket, and give a quick glance at the lady standing next to me with a kid wrapped around her waist. The spreading hand and plight in her eyes saying it all what she needs. I want to look into her eyes to figure out the sense of urgency in her

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-79554482578262475132007-06-21T22:12:00.000-07:002007-06-21T22:16:33.662-07:00

...and I am sure he meant mysterious too.

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-27743771832029616482007-06-21T02:31:00.000-07:002007-06-21T02:50:38.907-07:00

It is your 3rd call. The other two marked missed in my mobile. I pick it up while rehearsing an apology which won't sound so guilty and at the same time not indifferent too. I reply to all the standard questions with the standard answers. You too seem eager to get over the conversation etiquettes quickly. You ask me if I have seen --- movie. I am glad I have already seen it. And I feel more glad

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-87191121883922862782007-05-22T02:00:00.000-07:002007-05-22T02:07:39.940-07:00

Images copyright Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-76122040064211703972007-05-21T06:42:00.000-07:002007-05-21T06:44:28.496-07:00

I will present you parts of my self slowly if you are patient and tender. I will open drawers that mostly stay closed and bring out places and people and things sounds and smells, loves and frustrations, hopes and sadnesses, bits and pieces of three decades of life that have been grabbed off in chunks and found lying in my hands. they have eaten their way into my memory, carved their way into my

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-49361459695135631882007-03-08T23:43:00.000-08:002007-03-27T07:45:02.370-07:00

why don't you understand why don't you find someone why don't you have a home i need to know you have someone besides warm & affectionate alike and eager to take over from me the responsibility of your well being you will catch a cold, you will fall sick you will fell from bike and fracture your knees you will get hurt by world and come home crying i cant let you live alone how will u care

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-34991691209748698302007-02-14T22:45:00.000-08:002007-02-17T01:20:34.706-08:00

That was his last sip. He wanted it to last forever. The bill was already looking stale & making faces onto him. He obliged it with a hundred rupee note and wished there were a jumboo version of the coffee in the menu, like the subway next door offers. He had another glance at the world moving across the glass, the world which was no more existing for him in those moments. The eyes met again

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-57658162252321065012007-02-07T09:57:00.000-08:002007-02-16T20:54:04.647-08:00

The train blowed its final horn and started leaving the tracks submerged in the clouds of the thick smoke, marching the pistons on its own beats of rock. His hands motioned to follow his wife & son's, his eyes never loosing the sight of the luggage yet to secure. At last he was onboard for the journey of his life time, to a place somewhere far off across mountains he has never seen, except in

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-54847967865116273722007-02-05T07:54:00.000-08:002007-02-17T04:02:42.234-08:00

Today was the last we sang again with the chorus with the hearts we sang for sunshine, and for rains. for the world, for the love for that peace and hope remains. then we stopped for a while an invisible drop rolled from her eyes and her voice lifted its weight said it all, to us without wait. we stood in the silence the silence yelled at our pretense such a heartless we were letting her go

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-77249761306310324912007-02-05T01:13:00.000-08:002007-02-05T01:14:25.051-08:00

I don't like to be labelled with 'something' or to be 'someone'. Today i did this to myself. The worse part is that I did this to prove a point just 'coz people opt listening to 'someone' than to 'reasoning', which I equally dislike. That 'something' was my credibility in technical field and the point was some odd technical discussion. I am not feeling good about it and rather wish, I would have

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-83286154579572962232007-02-04T21:34:00.000-08:002007-02-04T21:48:26.542-08:00

Just a song for the world gives a chance for our dreams Just a song for hte world that we all live in peace and the story of our hopes is never ending. Let us sing our fears away and together we'll stay hand in hand so we all will survive. Let our song turn on the lights in the dark of lonely nights let'em shine, keep our feelings alive. - something we sang in our German class and made my day

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-69598715568511359702007-01-31T02:09:00.000-08:002007-01-31T02:19:51.830-08:00

I wish I could do the same for my work. You will appreciate my sentiments if u've ever got a 1000+ pages scrap (sorry documentations) to chew, digest and litter a stack of fine grained expert opinion & work estimate for it within an eternity of 5 days?

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-15287454891303911792007-01-22T20:34:00.000-08:002007-01-22T20:35:34.820-08:00

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-45196475142729358992007-01-22T20:21:00.000-08:002007-01-30T01:05:58.920-08:00

There is a prevalent belief that what a person needs to accomplish a goal is the knowledge of how. If they possess the knowledge of how to make and fly a kite, then they can go out and build, then fly, a kite. However, it is not always so simple. Consider this... How many of us wish that we were in better shape? How many of us actually are? - Nearly everyone has some aspect of fitness that they

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-33064318885122799852007-01-19T02:37:00.000-08:002007-01-19T02:39:19.761-08:00

I happen to visit VFS office in pune to submit my friend's visa application. My second attempt, 'coz yesterday US was celeberating Martin Luther King birthday. A big queue on the ground floor & even bigger at the entry door. Everyone well dressed and behaving their best. Guys coming out of mercedes & standing in line, sharing the wrath of sun with a smile. So many dreams awaiting their turns in a

msktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975730.post-1168692775480832922007-01-13T04:47:00.000-08:002007-01-13T06:25:06.710-08:00

Being twenty something, the 'Quarter life crisis' as it is called, hit upon those quite often who have settled in their career, unlucky or indifferent to love & for no good reasons haven't yet settled in life. But these are just the qualifying essentials. What really makes it a crisis is their confused state of mind. The real syndrome I guess is their lack of reasons to conform to the society

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