Zindagi ke mayne kuch aise badal jate hai........

Patjhad mein phool khil jate hai...
andhere mein deep mil jate hai..
pyar ki khoj mein jo chal pade yun....
toh dil se dil ke tar jud jate hai......

Toofan mein kinare mil jate hai....
Zindagi mein sahare mil jate hai...
jeevan ke agnipath par jo chal pade yun...
unhe toh raat ke andhere mein bhi ujale mil jate hai...

Gam mein khushiyan mil jate hai.....
dard mein marham mil jate hain......
jo rah chale apne dil ki....
unhe toh jahanum mein bhi...
jannat ke raste mil jate hai.....

Sipi mein moti mil jate hai...
duriyon mein nazdikiyaan mil jati hai....
ek yakken ho bas apne aap par....
toh parayon mein bhi apne mil jate hai....

Bas ek soch se sitare badal jate hai....
ek nazar ke badalte nazaare badal jate hai.....
kashtiyon ko badalne ki zarurat nahi hoti...
Dishayon ke badalte hi......
Kinare badal jate hai................

Zindagi ke mayne kuch aise badal jate hai.....!
Zindagi ke mayne kuch aise badal jate hai.....!!!!!!!!!

Live-in-Relationships
Lust is easy. Love is hard
Like is most important.
-Carl Reiner.


Well said… Isn’t it? But how do we know if we really like someone? There are two ways: Marry and like each other[Anyways, there is no other :) -“saat janmo ka bandhan hai na…”]. and even if you don’t agree…going for a divorce would not be a better option taking in consideration its implications!

Second option- This might draw ‘whoosh, haasss, and hais’s from the conservatives. The other way is not an express highway, but this contour may be full of surprises provided we are ready for them.
Yes- I’m talking about the most controversial subject [atleast in India] of ‘LIR’-Live-in-Relationships. But what is live-in-relationship? Live-in-relationship simply mean ‘cohabitation’ before marriage. The braver people might end up in ‘saat pheras.’ Though it is a relatively newer concept, it can have its own advantages. Ladies pay special attention :) :

· You don’t have to be the guide to the in-laws, visiting your city for the first time.
· You don’t have to visit your in-laws just because you are in town and needn’t really be bothered about taking an ear-full from your partner.
· You can leave your partner 10 times without any hassles of court or money.
· You don’t have to rear your sister-in-law’s kids, when they have happily gone hopping.
· You don’t have to take sides in any argument between your partner and parents.
· Men, Can’t just discover how women gracefully exit from doing dirty work by branding it macho and make a man do it willingly J. The catch over here is that in marriages, husbands know that come what may you wont leave them.[How mean! L]. But in live- ins your partner would stretch his limits to make you hold on to him. Hence you my also end up knowing that your partner knows the difference between pink, fuchsia and magenta.

· Also, you won’t have to wait to pick up the tabs every now and then because of his ‘impress-her’ agenda. He is sure to spend the big bucks!

But as they say, Every coin two sides-you may have to put up with your partner wearing ‘pink’-yeeks!!! He watching- cartoon network, snoring in the bed, opening a towel showroom in your room et al.and do nothing about it. I guess its ok..! Isn’t it? Kyunki pyar toh pyar hai!
I wonder if is it the right way to express your love or rather declare that you are in love!'
Anyways, Live-in-relationship or marriage-the greatest tragedy of human life is that sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize we’re really strangers!

one stone is enough to break a glass one sentence is enough to break a heart one second is enough to fall in love.......just one second.......is what it takes to bend or mend our lives....

Something i can't define....

Something I can’t define….

One day I had a dream, I can’t define…….
I dreamt, I was walking long the beach,across the sky,
Flashed the scenes of my life…….
For each scene I noticed the people who meant everything in my ‘hive’
Some people said ‘Don’t laugh or you risk to appear a fool’
And I stopped laughing.
Then there were others who said…
“Living is to risk dying”
And yes I died.
Somewhere there were cries….
“Don’t hope or you’ll despair.”
“Don’t try or you’ll fail.”
Born as an original,
I waned away as a copy….
Chained by my attitude, I forfeited myself……
In my desperateness to be
Something ‘different’,
I became something-
I can’t define!

Chak De…….-From failure to Success!

Chak De…….

- From failure to Success!

‘Sometimes winning is everything!’ This is the mantra upheld by the new rage at the box office.
‘Chak De ! India’. Right from the childhood, grandmothers tell their grandchildren the stories of success. Later on these kids instill the same values in the minds of their children. The same story continues. We are taught glories of successes, values of hard work, dedication, devotion, perseverance, but we are not given the spirit of failure. Chak De begged to differ and so should we.

All our lives, we measure our successes. But what about our failures and the process of transition from failure to success. I personally believe one failure is equivalent to hundred successes because what hundred successes fail to inculcate in us is resurrected by one failure. Our lives should not be judged by the successes but by the failures we face and then, how the journey is carried by from failure to scale the heights of success.

Taking inspiration from Chak de’s Kabir Khan what has to be learnt is the strength to fight ourselves. After a terrible loss at the hands of Pakistan’s hockey team in the finals, Kabir is labeled a traitor. He doesn’t fight to prove that he isn’t a traitor. After seven years of ‘Self-exile’, he returns to prove his mettle through coaching women’s hockey team. People bite him, still he keeps quiet. After a period of hard work, the team wins. This is the time, when Kabir can shot back at people who tormented him at his failure... But he doesn’t. He skips the opportunity. Even, then his point is proven. His silence wins him his life of dignity, respect and esteem.

Another reel-life character coming to real-life is Saurav Ganguly. While his critics literally killed him for his bad performance, he chose to keep quite. After he raised his performances, when the same critics stepped in shoes of praises for him, he still remained mum. There was no way, he was going to talk. His hard work had done the talking.

This is it! This was it! What Rudyard Kipling, was talking about when he said, “You can win, if you treat success and failure – the two impostors just the same.” We need not boast about our work, if we possess it. ‘Time’ alone will prove it. When we succeed our work speaks for us. However when we fail, let us not speak. Let our silence talk about our character and success.
People might consider ‘silence’ as our loss; but let us not forget that it is our strength. What is the point of talking about all this? It is, to outgrow the need of both fame and disdain.

Failure and success, with its fears should not jail our thoughts and actions; if we believe what we are doing is right.

We must remember not to fear failure, because these moments which we fear are the ones which introduce us to our greatest strengths. Success doesn’t tell what is misery, how it is to be miserable, it doesn’t tell us who are our ‘real friends’. But adversity and rejection do. It is in our failure that we know our friends and enemies, the worthiness of things we had. It is our failure that teaches us how fortunate we are than the others are aren’t.

Failure tells us what we can do. Failure introduces us to our consciousness. Failure makes ‘us’ worthy of ourselves. Failure asks us not be at the mercy of world opinion. Failure tells us what the real strength is.

Failures teach everybody, small and big, rich and poor, smart and dumb. It will teach you as it is teaching me.

Failure taught me that courage always doesn’t roar. Sometimes it keeps quiet and silently whispers, “I will do better next time”. It taught me that everything happens for a reason. Good, if people left me in my adversity, Now, I know people who care. I know people’s opinion don’t make me. I know my strength comes from within because my failures introduced me to ‘real-me’. My failures force me to ask questions not to others, but to myself. Failures gave me strength to stand on my feet. I t forced me to rely on myself, when others left me. I couldn’t find anyone to support me, understand me, but the voice in my heart which said – “You can do it!”

I understood myself, I understood thee: O Lord! Now I know, it was your plan. Now I know, I would succeed, because I had failed.

My photography project-Scupltures

I've been waiting all this time to be something i can't define.

Every day is another chance to live, but every second is another chance to become alive."

The weight of the world is crushing me........

The weight of the world is crushing meand i'm suffocating can't you see?i can't be the perfect girlyou see withini'm not even closei don't even begin and my heart gets smaller by the day that's what happens when you're crushedthe world stops being OK and i am crumbling i'm trying to confess but i wind up mumbling and i just make a messi can't be the perfect girlyou see withini'm not even closei don''t even beginso stop with the pressurei'm pretty close to breakingand i'm not surehow much more of this i'll be takingcuz i can't be the perfect girl you see within i'm not even close i don't even begin i'm sorry to every whose hearts i break and how i can't be an angel. i'm really sorry.

The naked truth....!!!!!!

12th May 2007, Saturday’s calm and quiet night, while preparing to sleep, I heard a sudden thud on my door. Confused and reluctant, when I opened the door, I was glittered by sudden surprise visit of my cousins my next immediate family and my grandparents.

After welcoming the guests, as decided all the children and little ones were put to sleep under the excuse of tiresome journey. Soon we all were fast asleep-having no idea of what was in store for us-next!!

Everything as usual went on in the morning. The sun had risen. Slowly, birds had started coming out of their nests. Life on the earth paved way for new hopes, joys and a lesson we had to learn….. As slowly, kids started waking up, we realized there was a great pandemonium in the house everywhere. All clothes were scattered, food items being packed all suitcases and bags packed, watterbottles and huge hush-hush of elders! No idea of what is going on……

Then all of a sudden, there was a huge hullah bullah…..singing ‘Happy Birthday’. All of a sudden tube light lit in my mind…It was my cousin’s birthday and her gift was a long family tour. Being the eldest sibling, I took the honour of telling those bunch of restless kids, not knowing what was happening that we were on our way to Khajurao-the enigmatic temple town.

As we sat in ‘Varnasi Express’ we were all filled with bundles of joy. However, being a teenager I was a bit wary – why were we going to Khajurao…? Why?? As I had some idea of what temples in khajurao were, I was little embarrassed of visiting it with my family and especially my siblings. Till now my mother had known my feelings and then assured me that it was a trip of which I won’t regret.

Two days later, we arrived at Varnasi. From there we boarded Jet airways and arrived at Khajurao. We stepped in hotel ‘Sun-set view’ and after our dinner at around 2:00p.m (thanks to our 8 hours late train and then half hour late flight….). It was decided that we will be visiting the temples early next morning. At around 6a.m in the next morning we left our hotel rooms. We learnt that khajurao are basically divided in 4 zones namely southern, western, eastern and northern.
The name ‘khajurao’ came from the word ‘khajur’ which means date palm trees. It is said that due to the wide existence of date palms in ancient days, it is named so. However, it is quite incredible to see that today, not a single date palm can be found. Forgotten and unvisited until mid 1960’s the place is now after the ‘Taj-India’s single biggest tourist attraction.’ Declared a World Heritage Site in 1986 in order to preserve its splendor for posterity, Khajuraho is a prominent, must-see destination on most tourist itineraries. The temples of Khajuraho are India's unique gift to the world, representing, an ode to life, to love, to joy; perfect in execution and sublime in expression. Life, in every form and mood, has been captured in stone, testifying not only to the craftsman's artistry but also to the extraordinary breadth of vision of the Chandela Rajputs under whose rule the temples were conceived and constructed. It has the largest group of medieval temples, each studded with countless erotic sculptures of extra-ordinary grace and delicacy. The temples were built in a span of hundred years from 950-1050 AD in a truly inspired burst of creativity.

The whole area was enclosed by a wall with 8 gates, each flanked by two golden palm trees. The guide who had accompanied us informed that according to the scripture books of Hindu mythology, the idea behind inscription of erotic images on the temple walls was to save them from ‘Thunder-lightening.’ According to the thinking that divine lightening ‘Yamini’ which is a virgin, due to the shamefulness of erotics it did never try to damage these temples. But the ancient absolete does not confess it, and hence they have affixed lightening protector.

The story goes like lord Moon had promised his beloved hemvati that their son Chandraverman ‘the unconquerable’ would build divine and great temples, thereby immortalizing their love. When he was established as a ruler, he had a dream-visitation from his mother. It is said that she implored him to build temples that would reveal human passions, and in doing so bring about a realization of the emptiness of human desire. As we went on ahead on foot walk I realized that out of 85 temples built by chandela dynasty race now only 25 temples remain. Others lie in ruins or are still waiting to be excavated. As we wait to find out the mystery, we find that alongside with the erotics the temples have portrayed female beauty upholding her divinity.

As we moved ahead we realized that the temples not only carry erotic sculptures but also we can see but some carvings like a woman removing a thorn from her foot and another woman apply eye make up, or a mother fondling and caressing her child, or a Scorpio on a woman’s lap. The temples depict how in ancient times women always participated in every walk of life of a man. But, that did not mean that women were of a lose character.

I was appalled to se the narrow mentality of our so called ‘modern society.’ Which has made such a hue and cry over sex education in high schools. However. The ancient temple town of India upholds sex as one of the ways of ‘human emancipation.’ It depicts the theory of ‘Purusharthas’ where ‘Moksha’ should be achieved by performing all our duties of ‘dharma’, ‘artha’, ‘kama’. It says that progeny is necessary to attain ‘Nirvana.’

As we wondered at the enchanting world of khajurao I could see fine dedicated attempt of artists, outcome of the courage f chandelas done with the help of chisel and hammer. Out of the standing temples the major ones include’Dulhadeo’ which has depicted the marriage ceremony of lord shiava to goddess ‘Paravti.’ Goddess Jagdamba temple, too, is worth visiting. It is constructed with embracing posed idols particularly depicting riches of god ‘Kuber’. Yam (The Death) visiting mirror attract to look at them on the walls. There are two lines and over them a small lined statue. Then another one which caught my attention was ‘Chitragupta temple’ dedicated to ‘lord sun’
Who is stabled on the chariot being driven by 7 horses. Towards the right chitragupta who could be seen in broken condition is shown to be having a pen in his hand. He is shown to maintain a character roll of all. The architecture is also of a very unique style. Each structure stands on a high masonry platform with a distinct upward direction to their build, further enhanced by several vertical projections to simulate the effect of an overall lightness. The three main compartments are the entrance (ardhamandapa), assembly hall (mandapa), and the actual sanctum (garbha griha).

A tourist from solapur, Sunita Rajpurohit who happened to be our co- traveler says "these temples depict scenes from elephant fights, mythical lions, gods, and erotic couples. In a frieze that seemed to be an exception a sodomistic scene was depicted where onlookers hold their hands in front of their eyes in disgust. The erotic scenes are sort of a 3-D rendering of the Kama Sutra book, a graphical instruction manual."
Later in the evening, a music and light show was organized, wherein the history of temples is recited in a very poetic form in the voice of Mr. Amitabh Bacchan. However, due to unexpected torrential rains, the show was stalled. We were caught so unaware of the rains that we actually started shivering. Though we couldn’t see the light and music show, Mother Nature showed us us the temples in natural show of thundering and lightening. Nevertheless, the temples appeared more enigmatic and mysterious as if we reached in some unknown place. My uncle who had accompanied us during the tour started scaring the little ones
Announcing that it was indeed my... (Their sister’s) reincarnation of Hemavti…..

On our return to the hotel we visited many near by attractions like-‘Chitakoot’-a hindu pilgrimage, ‘Jeanie palace’,Dhubela museum’, ‘Panna national park(Tiger reserve). Khajurao offers a great deals of bargain shopping at ‘Mrignyayani Emporium’,’Bajpai market’, ‘Plaza market which surround the market from all the sides. Foodies, too, are offered a wide range of eatables from ‘Thai to Chinese’, ‘Mughlai to Japanese’,’Italian to the traditional Indian thalis.’

The guides are available –recognized by the government of India who charge anything between Rs.350/- to Rs.975/-