DIVINE GUIDANCE

My badge

2009-01-16T21:41:00.000-08:00

2008-10-24T03:50:00.001-07:00

Me and Chetan posing at Sayadri hills. Well, ahem ahem, Urmz a nice photographer !!!(Sometime's its good to speak about ourselves :D :P). Talking about Chetan, hmm...not less than a smart model, atleast in the pics :D...

With loads of Luv,
Urmi

My ringtone

2008-10-03T09:02:00.000-07:00

Yeh Tumhari Meri Baathein, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..
Yeh Hamari Mulakate, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..
Beete Yuhin Apne Saare Din Raaat
Baaton Se Nikalti Rahe Nayi Baaat
Phir Wahin Baathein Leke Geet Koi... Hum Likhe..
Jo Dil Ko Haan Sab Ke Dil Ko.. Chu Le..
Baathein Suron Mein Yuhin Pighalti Rahen..
Baathein Geeton Mein Yuhin Dalti Rahen..

Oooo..Na Na Na Na Na Na…Oooo
Geeton Mein Haan Humko.. Khusiyon Se Haan Saja De
Jo Sune Gaaye Woh Hum Se Gaaoon Na

Yeh Tumhari Meri Baathein, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..
Yeh Hamari Mulakate, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..
Beete Yuhin Apne Saare Din Raaat
Baaton Se Nikalti Rahe Nayi Baaat
Phir Wahin Baathein Leke Geet Koi... Hum Likhe..
Jo Dil Ko Haan Sab Ke Dil Ko.. Chu Le..
Baathein Suron Mein Yuhin Pighalti Rahen..
Baathein Geeton Mein Yuhin Dalti Rahen..

For my frds!!

2008-10-01T01:28:00.001-07:00

Innocence.....Attracts me the MOST!!!

2008-09-30T23:16:00.000-07:00

I love dancing in rain!!

I feel so carefree and like a bird.............I express what I feel through my dance!!

This is my freedom!!

Carry you home

2008-09-15T09:44:00.000-07:00

Trouble is her only friend and he's back again
Makes her body older than it really is
And she says it's high time she went away
No ones got much to say in this town
Trouble is the only way is down, down, down

As strong as you were
Tender you go
I'm watching you breathing
For the last time
A song for your heart
But when it is quiet
I know what it means
And I'll carry you home
I'll carry you home

If she had wings she would fly away
And another day god will give her some
Trouble is the only way is down,down,down

As strong as you were
Tender you go
I'm watching you breathing for the last time
A song for your heart
But when it is quiet
I know what it means
I'll carry you home I'll carry you home

And they're all born pretty in New York City tonight
and someones little girl was taken from the world tonight
under the Stars and Stripes

As strong as you were
Tender you go
I'm watching you
breathing for the last time
A song for your heart
But when it is quiet
I know what it means
And I'll carry you home
As strong as you were Tender you go
I'm watching you breathing for the last time
A song for your heart
But when it is quiet
I know what it means
And I'll carry you home
I'll carry you home

Dont Quit

2008-08-07T02:03:00.000-07:00

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up the hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out,
Like a silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you've been hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Speech by J. K Rowling

2008-06-19T04:40:00.000-07:00

The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination, Harvard University,
J.K. Rowling

The first thing I would like to say is 'thank you. Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I've experienced at the thought of giving this commencement address havemade me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all Ihave to do is take deep breaths, squint at the redbanners and fool myself into believing I am at the world's best-educated Harry Potter convention.Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can't remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influenceyou to abandon promising careers in business, law orpolitics for the giddy delights of becoming a gaywizard.

You see? If all you remember in years to come is the> 'gay wizard' joke, I've still come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step towards personal improvement. Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that has expired between that day and this.I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called 'real life', I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination. These might seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me. Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me. I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both> of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that could never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension.

They had hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents' car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the> Classics corridor. I cannot remember telling my parents that I was> studying Classics; they might well have found out for> the first time on graduation day. Of all subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came> to securing the keys to an executive bathroom. I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There> is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering> you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for> hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.

What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure. At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers. I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment. However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person's idea of success, so high have you already flown academically.

Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern> Britain, without being homeless. The fears my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew. Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun.

That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the> inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had already been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default. Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more> discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that> I had friends whose value was truly above rubies.The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger> from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until> both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it> has been worth more to me than any qualification I ever earned.

Given a time machine or a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in> knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not> your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and> complicated, and beyond anyone's total control, and> the humility to know that will enable you to survive> its vicissitudes. You might think that I chose my second theme, the> importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination> in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the> uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not,> and therefore the fount of all invention and> innovation. In its arguably most transformative and> revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us> to empathise with humans whose experiences we have> never shared.

One of the greatest formative experiences of my life> preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working in the research department at Amnesty International's headquarters in London. There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the> outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes. Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to think independently of their government. Visitors to our office included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had been forced to leave behind. I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile> as a child. I was given the job of escorting him to> the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose> life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just given him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country's regime, his mother had been seized and executed. Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.

Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain> or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard and read. And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before. Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in> huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life. Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can> learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people's minds, imagine themselves into other people's places. Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to> understand or sympathise.And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to> wonder how it would feel to have been born other than> they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer> inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to> any suffering that does not touch them personally;> they can refuse to know.>> I might be tempted to envy people who can live that> way, except that I do not think they have any fewer> nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow> spaces can lead to a form of mental agoraphobia, and> that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully> unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more> afraid.>> What is more, those who choose not to empathise may enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.

One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What> we achieve inwardly will change outer reality. That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside> world, the fact that we touch other people's lives simply by existing. But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people's lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you> belong to the world's only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden. If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not> have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we> need inside ourselves already: we have the power to> imagine better. I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you,> which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my> friends for life. They are my children's godparents, the people to whom I've been able to turn in times of> trouble, friends who have been kind enough not to sue me when I've used their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister. So today, I can wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives. Thank you very much.

at the end day of the a surprise..

2008-05-11T10:08:00.001-07:00

MANCHESTER THE CHAMPIONS-HURRAYYYYYYY

2008-05-11T09:05:00.000-07:00

Today was an exciting day!!!
Right from playing table tennis in the morning in Sports TOF club to reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and going for pizzas in Flags, a subway restaurant and finally watching Manchester win and becoming champions.. It was so thrilling that i have no words...But i am still waiting for the finals between Manchester and Chelsea...
All i want is a Manchester United tshirt....It wa a freaky day with dad and frds.....
love you Ronaldo...

I am all there to support Manchester United for the finals!!!!!!

2008-05-07T01:09:00.000-07:00

I wait for the evening to see sports or to play sports in club. I come from office lie down on my sofa and watch sports channels. IPL is currently my favourite and i cheer for the team along with my father and brother. It's like old days when i was in school and glued to TV watching sports. I am waiting for the finals of football - Manchester vs Chelsea and I am all there to support Manchester United. Ayaz and me have decided to go to sports bar. Initially we were rivals as i was supporting Chelsea then i decided to support Manchester.
There are too many players i like first cause they are smart and stylish and later for their game..loll....
This is what is currently keeping me excited. All i want is to play and enjoy!!!

IPL as an example of my argument.

2008-04-22T10:06:00.000-07:00

IPL, started by BCCI is the biggest thing in India currently. There are 8 teams consisting of members from all over the world. The investment is huge and the profit is enormous. Each person sharing the IPLplatform is benefited in crores be it the cricket players, the team owners or the ambassadors. It thrills me to see my favourite actors and actress like Shahrukh and Preity and lot more. IPL has captured attention of people belonging to different age groups.
India is a country that provides equal treatment to all only in the mordern industry like fashion, entertainment, cricket etc.

My point here is to highlight that why India doesnt treat Indians equally. Why do we have quotas that state SC, OBC specially? Why cant we have one quota,MERIT, where all of us get admissions through one honest fight; hardwork. We can have "Economical backward" class where students coming from poor background get scholarships. I meet so many
people belonging to SC, OBC who enter colleges without paying fees and go on foreign trips or have 2-3 cars. Who in this world will call them OBC or SC? Consequences of this, people will convert themselves to OBC or SC and get a seat. Is this is what India wants in future? Politics with no sound reasoning. Agreed that most of the people of SC and OBC that survive in villages cannot afford even the tuition fees but what about the one living in expensive cities? What about their integrity and honesty? I question those who support this. Many voices have raised these questins but none have reached the deaf and the ignorant. I dream of future Indians to be against partialty and to stand on one ground having only one and common weapon to fight on honesty and hardwork. If this becomes the dream of millions then we "THE PEOPLE" can live in a better world". Its the voice within "US" that should drive us to do the right thing. The clear understanding of the bigger picture will make our present WORLD a better place.

Miracles do exist!!!

2008-04-12T02:25:00.001-07:00

It comes in our everyday life and I am glad it comes in my life too.Probably, i take even small things as miracles and be happy about it. It was so unexpected to hear from someone who stays on a foreign land since a decade. But i dont want to expect anything from anyone. When we are children all we are taught is to share and think about others too and as we grow up we realise we need to first think about ourselves and then comes the world. I wish i could buy that cruise lying in the Arabain sea which i admire from my office's window.

Liverpool did come back!!

2008-04-12T02:23:00.001-07:00

Awesome match between Arsenal and Liverpool, and i am happy for liverpool......

PS I love you

2008-03-16T10:17:00.000-07:00

Today, I saw a very nice movie in a theatre that is as small as my room. I felt like my dream threatreroom. You can say PS I love you is totally like a hindi movie. It will make you cry right from the beginning till the end.
I some times wonder whether such kind of love exists in the world. I get an answer yes from within. If such a story comes in the director's mind I am sure it must have come in the Creator's mind.
Here i want to say , God if thats ur name then I love you, yes i do. Thank you god.

I wiped my eyes with my hands and struggled for three hours. Finally at the end when I couldnt be strong I surrendered and for the first time i really really felt like being in his arms and to cry it out. I screamt inside his body taking a few deep gasps.
It was a force i felt on my neck, a hand holding me tight to finish it out. Thanku God , i do have a nice friend.

Reality is something i beleive in. I am happy and i am happy with all new realizations.
I, me, myself. All i know is ''I WANT''.
:)

My bday gift!!

2008-02-27T05:50:00.000-08:00

Before each bday i hv alws been excited and i alws expected something nice will happen tomo and my frds will mk my bday beautiful as i made theirs..for me trust is very imp...
I wanna do something crazy and mk my own bday special...
Give me strength give me..I m ur own creation!!

Conversation i had with a nice frd.....
Boy: Who created seas?
Girl: God
Boy:Which place do you want to visit?
Girl:Switzerland
Boy:why?
Girl:I like admiring beauty
Boy:So you like admiring beauty?
Girl:Yes
Boy:Would you like to destroy it?
Girl:no
boy:Would you interrupt his changes to make it more beautiful
Girl:no
Boy:Why?
Girl:CAuse i dont want to destroy his creation
Boy:good!Who created man?
Girl:um..god
Boy:So do want to destroy this beauty?
Girl:no
BOy:who created you?
Girl:god
Boy:do you think you are beautiful?
Girl:yes
Boy:so shouldnt you not admire yourself?
Girl:yes
Boy:do you want to destroy it or change anything
Girl:no
Boy:Dats it love yourself then
Girl:Thanky you, got my bday gift!!

Similarism!!

2008-02-14T03:33:00.000-08:00

I am so in love with The Fountain Head written by Ayn Rand, a writer of great power.

Howard Roark,the intransigent young architect, egotist and self sacrificing, one who knows what he wants from his life, a man of definite integrity, who never surrendered in challenging situations, strong mind and loyal to his own virtues. A man who loved a woman, named Domnique, different, arrogant, unpredictable to others. She chose a path of suffering to get her true love. She endured pain, blocked her lover's success while suffering, a feeling that kept them together without speaking to each other for seven years.

This is all about a feeling which I felt similar to Roark's feeling towards Gail, Dominique's loyal husband. He was the owner of Newyork banner's, a newspaper who promoted and supported the selfish people. Fooled innocent public with their crafty and deceiving writing.
Gail who loved Howard as a person but didnt have courage to fight against his own betrayment.

Feelings of Howard similar to what i felt a long time ago for someone....
A letter by him to Gail,
" Gail, I know. I hoped you could esacpe it, but since it had to happen, start again from where you are. I know what you're doing to yourself. You're not doing it for my sake, it's not up to me, but if this help you I want to say that I'm repeating, now, everything I've ever said to you. Nothing has changed for me. You're still what you were. I'm not saying that I forgive you, because there can be no such question between us. But if you cant forgive yourself, will you let me do it? Let me say that it doesn't matter, it's not the final verdict on you. Give me the right to let you forget it. Go on just on my faith untill u've recovered. I know it's something no man can do for another, but if I am what I've been to you, you'll accept it. Call it blood tranfusion. You need it. Take it. Do it for my sake if that will help you. But do it. Come back. There will be another chance. What you think you've lost can neither be lost nor found. Don't let it go."

But i know the time has gone for these words..The person has become deaf and he surrendered...
This is HIS wish, the Big hand and the creator thats what people believe.

I know the truth, The man who changed himself and didnt remember a single word...How many of us are victims to this? How many of us due to EGO never speak to people whom we had met in life, by saying you are not the same person to me any more...how many have got the courage or guts to heal our own wounds and still accept people...and they claim that we are dependents. Do they hear themselves while talking!!!!!!

How many of you lose a person just because of ego(when you have done something wrong and not the person you left), blaming....
Do you ever try to smile or say hi when you see that person by chance or do you even try to get in touch. I MAY ASK why do we let our weakness win. Why for the happiness we kill and hurt those who gave their heart and soul.

People say every one has to go through this phase....
You meet people by chance for the first time later is your choice to treasure them or throw them!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Valentine's day to all!!!

Bobby Bare - 500 Miles away from home.......

2008-01-22T04:28:00.000-08:00

I'm five hundred miles away from home
Teardrops fell on mama's note when I read the things she wrote
She said we miss you son we love you come on home
Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back
Now I'm five hundred miles away from home

Away from home away from home cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm five hundred miles away from home
I know this is the same road I took the day I left home
But it sure looks different now
Well I guess I look different too cause time changes everything
I wonder what they'll say when they see their boy looking this way
Oh I wonder what they'll say when I get home
Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait
And I'm still five hundred miles away from home
If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight
But I'm still five hundred miles away from home
Away from home away from home...

My friend's request,Adi!!!!!

2008-01-22T04:18:00.000-08:00

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleepsand I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk aloneI walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk aloneI walk alone
I walk aloneI walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ahAh-ah, Ah-ah
I walk aloneI walk a...I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..
.My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

Inspiring song from TZP- Aamir's movie

2008-01-03T00:03:00.000-08:00

Kholo kholo darwaze
Parde karo kinare
Khutey se bandhi hai hawa
Mil ke chudao saare

Aajao patang leke
Apney hi rang leke
Aasmaan ka shamiyana
Aaj hamein hai sajana

Kyun is kadar hairaan tu
Mausam ka hai mehmaan tu
Duniya sajee tere liye
Khud ko zara pehchaan tu

Tu dhoop hain jham se bikhar
Tu hai nadee o bekhabar
Beh chal kahin ud chal kahin
Dil khush jahan teri toh manzil hai wahin

Kyun is kadar hairaan tu
Mausam ka hai mehmaan tu
Baasi zindagi udaasi
Taazi hasney ko raazi
Garma garma saariAbhi abhi hai utaari
Oh zindagi to hain batasha
Meethi meethi si hai aasha
Chakh le rakh leHatheli se dhak le ise
Tujh mein agar pyaas hai
Baarish ka ghar bhi pass hai
Roke tujhe koi kyon bhala
Sang sang tere aakash hai
Tu dhoop hain jham se bikhar
Tu hai nadee o bekhabar
Beh chal kahin ud chal kahin
Dil khush jahan teri toh manzil hai wahin
Khul gaya aasmaan ka rasta dekho khul gaya
Mil gaya kho gaya tha jo sitara mil gaya
Roshan hui saari zameen
Jagmag hua saara jahaan
Oh udne ko tu aazad haibandhan koi ab hai kahan
Tu dhoop hain jham se bikhar
Tu hai nadee o bekhabar
Beh chal kahin ud chal kahin
Dil khush jahan teri toh manzil hai wahin
Oh kyun is kadar hairaan tu
Mausam ka hai mehmaan tu

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-23T20:36:00.000-08:00

I wish,I could give each child a star on this approaching Christmas,
I wish,I could gift each companionless a smile to wear,
I wish,I could fill the deserted hearts with happiness,
I wish,I could bring joy and excitement in the forlorn lives,
Only if I knew the store where they all are sold,
I could fullfill all my wishes.

I AM COMMITTED TO THE FREEDOM!!!!!!!

2007-12-12T04:38:00.001-08:00

Following the light of freedom coming from an anonymous source,
I fly high in the sky beyond the emotions,expectations and the attachments.
Tired of the feelings that bring one image after the other,
I muster courage to boost my inner strength.
Far from the support of the loved ones, their trust and care,
I fly on my own to search those paths that would bring me close to the ultimate satisfaction.
I sit high above the ocean, facing the immortal Sun, looking at the trails that will guide me to my freedom!!!

Song by Atif Aslam :)..enjoy!!!

2007-12-12T04:05:00.000-08:00

Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de

Aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe sajaa de

Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe sajaa de

Tu har ghadi har waqt mere saath raha hai
Haan yeh jism kabhi door kabhi paas raha hai
Jo bhi gham hain yeh tere unhein tu mera pataa de

Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe sajaa de

Mujhko toh tere chehre pe yeh ghum nahin janchta
Jaayiz nahin lagta mujhe ghum se tera rishta
Sun meri ghuzarish ise chehre se hataa se
Sun meri ghuzarish ise chehre se hataa se

Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe sajaa de

An article by Saundra L Washington

2007-12-09T02:55:00.000-08:00

ACCEPT LIFE AS IT COMES
If you take life as it is, you will understand your frustations, grow from them and enjoy life's abundance.

Those living on the highest levels of life have learned to accept life on its own terms. There are some realities about life that we must accept. This is the key to living joyfully in communion with the heaveny while abiding here on earth. Life, no matterhow we choose to look at it, is a challenge. It is the beginning of a struggle that continues untill we breathe our last breath. Life is something that we did not request.None of us asked to be born. Neither did we ask to be poor, or black, tall or short. We did not ask to be a part of one family as opposed to another.

Life is full of risks.Thereis a certain elementof risk taking that is inherent in every venture we undertake; whether it is in bussiness, or in marriage, in a profession or in athletics. We never have complete security within ourselves. For we know that every moment we live, our lives are in constant danger. A stray bullet may hit us, a car emerging out of no where may crush us, and a slip of the foot may resullt in our death. So life is unpredictable. We get no warning, we are afforded no red alert, and we get no second chance at life.

It will help you to accept life on its own terms rather than struggle against it.Have an attitude that is open to all aspects of reality. We do this by accepting life on its own terms-accepting that pleasure and pain,happiness and unhappiness are all a natural part of the human experience.Fighting against life realities and adopting a stance of negativism only creats unnecessary pain and difficulty in your life.Accepting life allows you to understand your frustations,grow from them and experince life's abundance.

Whenevr we give god a spiritual applaud or standing ovation,it is for life. God has given us life, something so tremendous,potent and marvelous that no scholar has ever been so smart enough to detail its compostion or understand from where it derives its sustaining guidance.Life is a force so complex that it cannot be duplicatd. And, most amazing and thrilling of all, He has given us minds. It is through our minds,the thoughts we think with it, and the impressions we store in it, that we are conscious of living. In short, your life becomes just what your mindsmakes it for you and just what it tells you life is.

Few people go deep enough within their soul to realise its entire fullness,breadth and scope the amazing gift of life that enables them to pursuea lifetime of accomplishment. What a marvelous gift. What a marvelous power! God has endowed us with the power to think, to believe, to create, to choose, to imagine, to feel , to aspire.Having a wonderful sense of appreciation puts all our pitty complaints and frustations, irritations and negativity into prespective.You live on a realm beyond grudges, in-gratitude, selfishness and take-for-granted. You enjoy and value each moment and are determined to get the best out of every second.

Don't forget that God is a living energy to quicken, increase, and guide our own energy. The infinite Power Source is a living elixir to lift up, sustain and establish our own spirit. Being negative takes the spirit out of you. What is the point of God increasing your spirit while you at the same time decrease it with negatives? If you refuse God's gift of an abundant life, then you must do without it.

The unspoken truth of the so called Angel

2007-12-06T07:25:00.000-08:00

Sitting under the blue sky,
I have recognised the right vs wrong deeds,
I have practised patience while comforting others in their grief,
Under the Superior's spell, I suffer for my unspoken,unintentional and ignorant missteps.
I shut my doors for those who didnt value my existence,
Tired of caring for those who didnt care for me enough,
I now keep the crown of an angel safely in a vault,
I have learnt the art of joining things,
I have learnt the art of helping the needful,
I have learnt the art of forgiving,
Now, it's time to show how much i respect the above things.

Life, it's beautiful!!

2007-11-09T08:51:00.000-08:00

LIFE is an unforeseeable journey and a miraculous experience for all the souls who have come down from god's home to his creation called Earth. Usually, people come and go, it's the fact of life that everyone should know and accept. People come in your life with a purpose defined by god and his will and according to what we deserve. He decides our destiny by our deeds. Destiny sometimes is predecided even before we learn how to speak and act. People come in our lives to love us, teach us and finally leave. It might be a blessing in disguise as truly said by my friend, Lalli. Sometimes, you just cant control what you feel, during this time you feel life is unfair. People say whatever happens, happens for the best. God empties your hand only to fill it with better, if he doesn't then except it as a punishment as he has a right to do anything. We are characters playing a role in his story. He is alone too, thats the reason he has created us. I feel you will find hell or heaven on this earth. We see blasts, floods and various disasters and at those time we hate Him but He does it for a reason, best known to him. I am selfless, one should have a lot to give. I don't blame anyone cause this would erode what I had got. One gets what one deserves and is destined to get. A person changes not by his will but by his experiences, beliefs, god's will, deeds and his desires. Change is something that we are not accustomed to thats the reason we find it most difficult but we are brave to do difficult things as this is the true meaning of living a life, Change is constant. In life never hurt anyone intentionally thats the worse you can do. Be true to yourself and live a life full of love and most important try to be a good human being. Thank god for what you have if you find yourself helpless and unfair then leave it to Him, he will find a solution for his own child's problems. Love Him and lead a good life on this mysterious planet. God bless you all.

Divine guidance- its meaning

2007-11-03T21:09:00.000-07:00

The main purpose of my blog is to make my readers(including me)to understand our relationship with the world and the Creator. It often happens, we think about life when we find it unfair or something goes amiss or when we have everything and still we want more.

I am in search of a guiadnce that would bring me close to the Creator. My blog is to help you in understanding the word LIFE and your relationship with the Creator. Inorder to know your relationship with Him, you should first know the two beautiful and extremely opposite feelings of life, Love and Pain. These are the two threads by which we are affix to god. We thank him when we are happy and crib when we are in pain. But, the time erodes gratitude faster than the beauty. So we tend to kiss off the gratitude in auspicious time and look for the beauty without realising the anguish in god's heart. We realise only when we fall or have an accident with cataclysm.
Truly said by my friend's brother, "Never give your soul to one, distribute it among family, friends and god. The reason when you long for someone the loving personality up there feels possessive about his child and takes away the person from you. He permits you to love someone but not more than Him.

There are different ways of approaching God. Everyone has their own way to convey their feelings to Him. For me its through writing and reading. Thats the time, I isolate myself with this earth and I connect myself with Him. While reading 'The Witch of Portobello' written by the most famous writer, Paulo Coelho, I started combining the individual lines and paragraph to understand the meaning of the most basic yet undefined words.

Why is patience so important?
Because it makes us pay attention.

Isn't the soul more important?
It is, but if your soul could communicate with your brain, you would be able to change even more things. I explained that before the thought, there is the divine spark that placed it there. Everything, absolutely everything on this Earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration.

Writing reveals the personality. A single letter requires us to distill in it all the energy it contains, as if we were carving out its meaning. The brush with which you are making these lines is just an instrument. It has no consciousness; it follows the desires of the person holding it. And in that it is very like what we call "life". Many people in this world are merely playing a role, unaware that there is an Invisible Hand guiding them. At this moment, in your hands, in the brush tracing each letter, lie all the intentions of your soul.

Written by Joel Selvaraj, my comrade.

2007-11-03T20:59:00.000-07:00

He Careth for you….!

Most of the time when we become too close with this world or with the fellow human beings we tend to forget the fact that there is a Loving Creator who has fashioned us in His own image and in His own likeness. That is why it so happens that at times god forces certain people out of our lives.
That is the only time when we deny the horizontal vision (always looking on/for the things of this earth) and look vertically towards our Creator up there. That is the only time, for most of us, when we think about God lest alone about his love for us that was revealed on the cross.
One prominent reason for others not being able to fulfill our heart’s longing is that

THE LONGING WAS CREATED BY GOD, and IT WAS CREATED FOR GOD TO FULFILL.

It’s high time that one does indeed realize that there a loving personality up there who cares for you and me. He is just one call away. He has said “call unto me and I will answer.”

To my friends living in the exotic land!!

2007-10-31T06:26:00.000-07:00

Purpose : remind you of this song!!!!enjoy!!

Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera,
Swades Hai TeraTujhe Hai Pukara....
Yeh Woh Bandhan Hai Jo Kabhi Toot Nahin Sakta

Mitti Ki Hai Jo Khushboo,
Tu Kaise BhulayegaTu Chahe Kahin JaYeh,
Tu Laut Ke Aayega
Nayee-Nayee Rahon Mein,
Dabi-Dabi Aahon MeinKhoyeh-Khoyeh Dil Se Tere Koi yeh KahegaYeh Jo Des Hai Tera,
Swades Hai TeraTujhe Hai Pukara....Yeh Woh Bandhan Hai Jo Kabhi Toot Nahin Sakta

Tujhse Zindagi Hai Yeh Kah RahiSab To Pa Liya,
Ab Hai Kya KamiYun To Sare Sukh Hai Barse,
Par Door Tu Hai Apne Ghar SeAa Laut Chal Tu Ab Deewane,
Jahan Koi To Tujhe Apna ManeAawaz De Tujhe Bulane,
Wohi DesYeh Jo Des Hai Tera, Swades Hai TeraTujhe Hai Pukara....
Yeh Woh Bandhan Hai Jo Kabhi Toot Nahin Sakta

Yeh Pal Hai wohi, Jismein Hain ChhupiPoori Ik Sadi,
Sari ZindagiTu Na Pooch Raaste Mein Kahe,
Aaye Hain Is Tarah DoraheTu Hi To Hai Raah Jo Sujhayeh,
Tu Hi To Hai Ab Jo Yeh BatayehJaYeh To Kis Disha Mein Jayeh,
Wohi DesYeh Jo Des Hai Tera, Swades Hai TeraTujhe Hai Pukara....
Yeh Woh Bandhan Hai Jo Kabhi Toot Nahin Sakta

Found & Lost

2007-10-25T22:54:00.000-07:00

Two ivory birds flying among the clouds, singing and dancing with the rhythm of the wind. The greed of success clouded the loveliness of one bird's eyes which took him higher in the sky. He found the world even more alluring but in this desire he forgot his friend who was still among the clouds, flying contently. A plane hit the avid bird on his milky white neck but fortunately the considerate bird got hold of him. She got him in her magnanimous nest, cared throughout the bleak night. Compunction filled his heart instead of trying to cure the wound in her heart and show her love, he felt hard to find the words that would make her his again.

She left her nest in the morning with a note "God bless you and give you fortitude to fight the regret and make you learn how to manage the immaculate affiliation"

One song dedicated to my forever friends!!

2007-10-23T09:35:00.000-07:00

I hope you would enjoy this song while playing and singing!!

Labon ko Labon pe sajao
Kya ho tum mujhe abb batao
Labon ko Labon pe sajao
Kya ho tum mujhe abb batao

Tod do khud ko tum
Banhon mein meri Banhon mein meri Banhon mein meri Banhon mein
Banhon mein meri Banhon mein meri Banhon mein meri Banhon mein

Tere ehsaasson mein Bheege lamhato mein
Mujhko doobati tishnagi si hain
Teri adao se dilkash khatao se
In lamho mein zindagi si hai
Haya ko zara bhool jaoo
Meri hi tarah pesh aao

kho bhi do khud ko tum
Raaton mein meri Raaton mein
meri Raaton mein meri Raaton mein

Labon ko Labon pe sajao
Kya ho tum mujhe abb batao
Labon ko Labon pe sajao
Kya ho tum mujhe abb batao

Tere zajbaaton mein mehki si saason mein
Ye jo mehek Sang lisi hai
Dil ki panahon mein bekhri si aahon mein
Sone ki khwasish jagi si hai
Chehre se chehra chupao
Sine ki dhadkan sunavo

Dekh lo khud ko tum
Annkhon mein meri Annkhon mein
meri Annkhon mein meri Annkhon mein

Labon ko Labon pe sajao
Kya ho tum mujhe abb batao
Labon ko Labon pe sajao
Kya ho tum mujhe abb batao

My Innocent Laugh!!!!

2007-10-19T12:38:00.000-07:00

My innocent laugh is no where to be seen. I have probably lost it in the unknown land or someone else has either taken it away by love or fate finally decided to snatch it away. I have lost my innocent laugh that made me dance without music.

Blank spaces are part of our life. I feel they are most important or else there would be no perfect singing, dancing or writing. For me, my innocent laugh was a blank space. If I think for a second, I feel my innocent laugh filled the gaps so perfectly, I now fear to commit that I lived mostly for the blank spaces.

My innocent laugh was my teacher,guide,friend and coach. Staring at me, in dark it conveyed that it will never leave my face. But alas, it had to live for someone else, to enhance the beauty of the most beautiful, to embrace the more needful, to sing for the most fortunate and to dance with the most perfect.

I let my sins burn in silence and plead the Hand, who wrote me in the book of the world to provide guidance to my innocent laugh!!!

Walk at a beach.

2007-10-14T23:17:00.000-07:00

It was almost four when I reached the beach. The beach was empty and I could see only few birds hovering in the sky. I sat down to admire the exquisite beach.

I saw a group consisting of four guys walking towards the beach. It seemed that they were not localites. They moved towards the sea as if they saw it for the first time.
Among the four I looked at the tallest guy: he seemed content with life, he looked smart in his blue jeans, blue lined white informal shirt. He made others smile as if that’s the only job he has got in his life. I then looked at the other guy who was in his twenties yet he had a big mustache, he looked great in plain black t-shirt and among the all he looked intelligent and serious. The third guy had a thin hairline, he was singing and enjoying the weather. I felt he was missing someone and walked away from the group hinting them that he needed some time to spend alone. I then saw the last guy, he had sharp jawline and broad shoulders. Looking hot in his blue semi-formal shirt, blue jeans and flat shoes he walked confidently towards the shore. I realized that he was calling someone to come along. I looked back and to my surprise I saw a beautiful girl.

She was tall, fair and slim.She stood straight, covering her face with right hand protecting it from the heat. She folded her jeans till knees, pulled down her plain white short sleeved sporty t-shirt to cover her thin waist and moved with grace towards the guy. She had beautiful eyes lined with kajal and wore a teasing smile. On reaching the shore they all played in water and got drenched. The group looked happy and content.

At the time of sunset, I realized that they were all separated and were standing alone. I got up and walked towards the girl. She was walking alone,half deep inside the water,looking down and talking to herself. I saw that the guys noticed her too but did not ask her to stop. T hey gave her space and time to come back. To my surprise she was coming closer to me but she wasn’t aware of where she was heading. She was just 5m away when she realized that I was looking at her. She stopped.

Me: "Hi"
Girl: “Hi”
Me : “What are you finding deep inside the water (She seemed friendly).”
Girl: “Nothing, hey look there, can u see three colours?.”
Me: “O yes, I am sure you know their names.”
Girl: “(hehe)The one touching the sky is sea green, my favorite, next to it is bluish green
and then blue.”
Me: “What do you wish right now.”
Girl” “I wish I could paint that guy who is standing deep inside the water.”

I looked at the guy, since it was sunny I could only see the outline of his body. It seemed he was the son of the Sun. The moment was beautiful. She then asked me my wish. I am sure I shouldn’t have said honestly but I asked her to stand on my feet and hold me until the strongest wave took her away from me. I was sure she would say no but she agreed as if testing my love for her. She stood on my feet and held me from back still maintaining distance and inclined towards the side. I could only feel her cold feet and warm hand touching my back. We stood for quite some time. She was determined to not let her feet touch the ground and stood like a strong mountain facing all the strongest waves. Even the biggest wave didn’t break her determination. She then asked me to leave her and let her go and I did. She walked back towards her group and never looked back. I then realized that she was a brave girl who can withstand all storms in her life while giving support to those who needed her. Tears then filled my eyes when I saw her walking away from me in search of light emanating from her own heart.

First experience of a flight

2007-10-14T20:23:00.000-07:00

I walked towards the flight,
while feeling the breeze hitting my ears,
the dazzling lights enchanting us to board a flight of hope and excitement.

Sitting on the seat,
I tried to look through the small window,
Hoping to see a view, a view similar to god's vision.

My friend played a heartbreaking song,
named ' Feeling blue,Feeling blue',
but it didnt kill the enjoyment within me,
when the plane was determined to reach the sky.

When the wheels left the runaway,
I felt an enormous excitement,
I hoped that this flight would take me,
to a place where there are no worries, sorrows and breaks.

I saw the buildings turning into spots,
as the flight moved higher and higher,
I thought that the world is like a beautiful necklace,worn by the universe
and I felt proud to be a part of this shining world.

Among the clouds while flying high,
I wished to look at the smiling bright stars,
I wish to find a place where my spirit can rest with peace.

But then again,I was surrounded by darkness,
I then realised that life is a road which,
takes turns to show the glow of pearls that,maks us smile
and to show the dark ocean,where we lose our hopes and probably our soul.

The plane needs two wings to balance itself inorder to reach it's destiny,
Similarly, life balances itself by making us experience good and bad,
inorder to help us to reach the destined place that god has decided for us.

One month away

2007-10-11T22:07:00.000-07:00

During our last time on the airport,
I just wanted to see your enthralling eyes,
Eyes that were smiling bright.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw your last captivating smile,
It almost killed me to tell you goodbye.

The journey from the airport to home seemed a lifetime,
My new life is still incomplete without your presence,
Seconds turned into hours and days turned into weeks,
All alone in this world I began to look for peace.

New friends brought happiness in my life, but
it was incomparable in front your dimpled smile.
It was then later in the midnight,
while I was lying on the bed,
looking at the stars from a small window,
One month away I realised that my love is a star,
A star that has gone away to shine bright,
to shower the love from the sky.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

2007-10-11T21:54:00.000-07:00

It's been days seeing you,
It's been hours being with you,
There have been moments,
where I have been missing you.

The surprises that you gave,
the feeling of special that you made me feel,
No one can ever take your place,
A place of heaven where I lay my head to sleep.

Wrap in your arms,
I see myself listening to you heartbeats,
Heartbeats that speak of trust and love.
I miss the warmth of your breath that tickled my cheeks.
I miss the dominating style that brought me close while dancing.
I miss the red wine which we drank in 'Rain'.
I miss your penetrating eyes that saw my mouth while yawning.
I miss your crackling sound that woke me up,
I miss the music and songs that made me cry,
I miss your butterfly kiss that tickled my hands,
I miss the sweetest kiss that made me shy,
I miss your hug that made you mine.

Feelings

2007-10-11T21:47:00.000-07:00

When you feel the feelings feel them completely. Let them run through your nerves,brain and your heart, then only you would realise the purpose of your life and the wish of god who has sent each one of us to explore a life with a heart full of feelings. Grab each oppurtunity to express your feelings before the time elapses, if you miss to express at the right time you might miss the person for the lifetime.

I think you should know now

2007-10-11T21:19:00.000-07:00

I
I had written this poem in eight standard.Just thought of adding it here.

A kiss from your lips,
A warm sensuous touch,
A display of devotion,
I want it so much.

When we hug,
I feel so complete,
What glorious fortune it was,
for you and I to meet.

You are so special,
comparable to few,
I think you should know,
I am always thinking of you.
All I want to is to stear your heart,
And for us to be together.
To never be apart.

I promise my soul,
will always be true,
If only you allow,
me to love you.

Scared to fall in love

2007-10-11T21:13:00.000-07:00

I was so afraid to fall in love,
And that it would break my heart,
But when i first got with you,
I knoew I loved you from the start.

No one has ever treated me,
In anyway close to what you do,
You are caring,sweet and loving,
And I only want to be with you.

There is no way to let you know for sure,
How it is that I feel
And how can I prove to you,
That my love is really real.

I guess that time can only show,
How it is I feel inside,
And know that my feelings for you
Are nothing I want to hide.

Only you, nothing else caught my glance!

2007-10-11T06:20:00.000-07:00

In the cloudy sky, I saw the sun smiling bright,
Myriad of white birds flying towards the sky.
I saw the tiny waves dying at the shore.
The lake looked so pretty with the shimmer all over its face.
For me, the view was still incomplete,
I turned to look at the boy sitting besides me,
Unaware of his surroundings, he wore a pensive look.
Then only i could realise the silent mourns,
I felt the shiver in his hands,
I felt the deep heavy breaths.
Then I saw the shining eyes that couldn't hold the tears of grief,
Grief of not his own, but of someone else that his heart couldn't bear.
Holding him tightly, I kissed on his shoulders,
A smile flashed on his face with deep dimples.
It ws then a complete view of bliss that,
gave me eternal peace.
Only you, my friend that caught my glance.
A glance that lasted for a moment but seemed for hours.