AANSHU (Tear) !!!

These are the lines from "Rat Pashmeene Ki" by Gulzar. I liked it so much ....

Lafzzo (words) ke daant (teeth) nahin hote, par katte (bite) hain
aur katlen (bite) to unke zakhm (wounds) nahin bharte.
Har roj madrason (academy) main 'teacher' aate hain ..
chhah - chhah (six) ghante alfaaz (words) lutate rahte hain ,
barason ke ghise, berang se (colourless), beaahang se (not in tone),
feeke (tasteless) lafz ki unmain ras (savor) bhi nahin hai,
manee (essence) bhi nahin.
Ek bheega hua , chhalka-chhalka,woh lafz bhi hai,
jab dard (pain) chhue to aankhon main bhar aata hai,
kahne ke liye lab (lip) hilte nahin,
aankhon se adaa (accomplish) ho jaata hai.

Exams Exams Exams ......

Again life has become hell for next few weeks because of End Semester Exams.I am just mugging the course without knowing anything. My friend Rahul is always with me at the exam time. We both helplessly try to complete the course but always don't make it possible.
why am I preparing for it??? I don't have any short of interest in my department. I don't wanna pursue my career in chemical engineering. Then why why why ....???? I am getting really frustrated. Sometimes it seems that I am wasting my time here. I want to read novels, literature, autobiography and many new non technical books. I want to roam around to see the world. I want to meet with different kinds of people and their religions. I want to live with children. I love them and always want to spend some time with them. Even I am thinking to pursue my career in primary education where I can spend lots of time with them.
Sometimes I feel that I have committed a mistake to choose a technical line. I don't know how will it help in future????
Still I will have to wait for next year to get my degree. Hey God !! do something ...I am helpless.

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Al Pacino's Inch By Inch speech !!

I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we're finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh....
I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased off
anyone who has ever loved me.
And lately,
I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or football
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?

Book Fair

I found something interesting this week. It was a technology book fair and I was not at all interested in going there. I don’t like technical books but thanks to Chandan who took me there on Wednesday. Surprisingly I found some good non technical books. I purchased a few like “Discovery of India by Nehru, ‘Who Moved My Cheese?’ by DR.Spencer Johnson, ‘Great disasters of 20th centaury’ and ‘Raat Pashmeene Ki’ by Gulzar”. I developed a hobby of reading in my second year and I’m happy that it still persists but it costs me so much. I spent nearly 500 bucks on these books. This month I shall have to cut down my expenditure to compensate for the deficit.
As soon as I came in my room with the new books, I started reading “Who Moved My Cheese?” It was a simple parable that reveals profound truths. It was an amusing and enlightening story of four characters that lived in a maze and looked for cheese to nourish them and made them happy. Really the book was really good and I felt that it is very much related to our lives and changes. This story shows how to anticipate change, adapt to change quickly, enjoy quickly and be ready to change quickly again. This story takes less than an hour to read but its unique insights can last for a lifetime.
I am unhappy that my endsem exams are coming and I shall not be able to devote enough time in reading these books.

In the Cape LAb

It is really interesting to write something for "My Blog" from the CAPE lab in the department. Actually there was a brake of one hour for the next class and all my friends were busy in seeing their midterm papers. I wasn't at all interested in it so I came in the Lab to do something on the net. Cape stand for "Computer added process engineering". I found two M.techs who were busy in yahoo messenger. As chemical engineers hardly work in the computation part so we haven't introduce to this lab so far but the lab itself is very good in contrast with the other labs(mostly are from 70's). Something need to be changed like in the curriculam and labs. We should have been introduced to computational part than theoritical. Department is really disgusting and I'm desperately hoping to get my degree as soon as possible. I have a boring class right now but as attendence is compulsary so I'm going.

Mother...

Our mess remains off on every Friday night. This Friday I was with my friends Rituraj (Atal), Tarun and Rahul. Rituraj told a story by Ravindranath Tagore on the dinning table. Story goes like this…
A boy was in love with a girl so one day he decided to propose to her. Somehow he strengthened himself and told her about his feelings. She replied in affirmative but kept a demand in front of him. She asked him to bring ‘Kaleja (Heart)” of his mother. The boy was in love with her so passionately that he couldn’t say no to her. He came back to home. His mother was waiting for him on lunch so she said “ Beta munh haath dho lo khana tayyar hai (get fresh lunch is ready)”. When the boy heard these words he left out the plan to kill her and hid the knife. It wasn’t possible for him to forget the girl so in the night he entered in his mother’s room and took the “ Kaleja(Heart)” out of her body. Next morning he went to meet the girl. He was very happy. Suddenly he was struck on the road with a stone and the “Kaleja(heart)” came out from his hands onto the road. A sound came from it “ beta kahin chot to nahin lagi (son… are you ok?)
Though we might have read this story in our school days but it is still very influential. As someone said .......

“God couldn’t be everywhere so he created mothers.”