the story of a lullaby

In an ideal world it's mostly the mothers who are believed to sing lullabies to their kids but in the real world these theories sometimes take a backseat. And that's preisely what happened in my world.As my sibling and my soulmate who also seems to be my alter ego bundled in a certain cozy male lap we had this very soothing male voice sing out to us. Leading us by the hands of his voice to the dreamland.And we embarked on a pleasant journey.Always. Together. Our small eyes laden with heavy drowsiness. As this most beautiful male voice sang out to us.....


"aaj kal me dhal gaya,
din hua tamaam,
tu bhi so ja,
so gai rang bhari shaam...."


Today as i sit here writing this piece. Away from that reassuring voice.Ritually and formally handed over to another male. An alter lullaby seems to have taken shape somewhere in my mind. A baby mind in a grown up brain.A not so baby pain in a very grown up heart.

"kyun aaj kal me dhal gay,
kyun din hua tamam,
kyun main n asoi,
jab so gai ye rang bhari shaam...."


Things are different now. Even the voice has changed. Silence now sings to me and tears rock me to sleep...Alone in the custody of this new male silence. This time the journye is lonely. Soulmate lost in another world. A sibling nowhere near to hold my hands in a strange place. no ..no more laps.

HENCEFORTH

WHY DON'T WE REALISE THE IMPORTANCE OF PEOPLE WHOSE VERY EXISTENCE DEPENDS ON US,
WHO DOTE ON US,
WHO COUNT ON US...

WHY IS IT OH SO DIFFICULT TO TRUST THOSE WE GIVE THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING THE CENTRE OF OUR EXISTENCE,
THOSE WE LOVE,
THOSE WE CRY FOR,
THOSE WE SMILE FOR...

WHY DO WE NOT REALISE THAT LOVING IS GIVING AND FORGIVING,
TRUSTING AND HAVING FAITH UPON,
RESPECTING AND BEING RESPECTED...


WHY DO WE HAVE TO LEAVE?
WHY DO WE HAVE TO LIVE AFTER WE LEAVE?
WHY DO TEARS FALL?
WHY DO SMILES FADE?

WHY OH WHY ARE THERE SO MANY UNANSWERED WHYS IN LIFE???

A Magic called movie!

The other day I happened to watch this amazing movie called “Bee Movie”
It’s an animation and the TA is kids.
As I got engrossed in it there were a hell lot of “WHYs” that crossed my mind:
1. Why on Earth can “we” not make movies like that? Movies which are genuinely original and absolutely gripping.
2. Why do our movie makers give us that stale excuse that they make what audiences want?
The truth is that they are not confident of their mettle. Not that they don’t have it but they are scared to explore it.
3. Why oh why can’t we let our kids follow their hearts?
If we let them do that, we shall only open ourselves to witnessing what they call miracle!
4. Why can’t we make such cool and creative movies for our kids?
Cinemas that can not only teach them moral values but can also imbibe in them the sense of security and confidence in their own selves.

This one, like most other Hollywood flicks, has dialogues that are simply marvelous. The general day to day conversations are woven so beautifully with philosophy that they don’t even sound like philosophy. Not at all.
It hits you right at the point. It teaches you. And, it is not wee bit boring or sermon-like.

The movies so beautifully teaches the kids three very important things:-
1. That no matter how or what you are, you are no less important than anyone or anything else.
Your presence matters as much as that of the sun, the moon, the President and the nerd next door.
2. That no matter how small an animal or an insect is, it has life; which has a helluva value and, it is important for our planet. And, for all of us.
If the bees don’t help in pollination we’ll not have flowers, or fruits or vegetables.
Not just that, the florists and many others will go out of jobs.
Also, we will be unable to brighten the days of our dear ones.
Because a flower, no matter how small it is, is potent enough to do just that i.e. brighten your day.
3. And, that everything, everyone and every activity on Earth has its own specific purpose. And, if it were to stop, it’s going to set off a chain of stoppages.
So, if we consume honey we are not robbing the honey bees. We are merely helping them be more productive and thus help the nature progress.
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I was so absolutely floored by the dialogues, the animation and the story.
Kudos to the team!!!

How I wish Father Almighty help my people follow their hearts and thus let them come up with magic we call miracle!

My favourite dialogues from the movie-
• “If only we all do our own work sincerely it will make all the difference.”
• “What makes you take its life?
Just because he is small you think his life holds less value than yours?”
• “Do what your heart wants to. I mean, my parents wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer. But I wanted to be a florist. That’s where my heart was.”

my fav movie clips

Ghost

1. The famous love-making scene between the protagonists.

2. The scene where soul of the husband meets the wife through the mediator as Unchained Melody plays on.

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Black

The scene where Amithabh kisses Rani.

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50 First Dates

The scene where she tells him "can I pl have the last first kiss"

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Taare Zameen Par

1.The prize giving scene- right from the time when he sees his portarait to the time when he hugs Aamir.

2. The scene where aamir tell's ishan's father "achchha laga ye jaan kar ki aap care karte hain" to the moment when he sees his son but doesnt talk to him.

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Baghban

Hema and Amitabh on phone on the Karwa Chauth night- "aapko to theek se jhooth bhi nahin bolna aata"

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You've Got Mail

The last scene where they finally meet and she tells him "I badlywanted it to be you"

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When Harry Met Sally

1. The restaurant scene where she first fakes orgasm then gives him a cute smile.

2. The christmas party scene- where she tells him " when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you want the rest of your life to begin soon"

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Ye Dil Aashiqana

There's a scene where the protagonists have their limbs tied and dumped in a room. The girl starts shivering and as she looks at him he puts his tied hands up and gives her an inviting look, she crawls towards him and gets in; puts her head on his chest and he clasps her as tight as he could.

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Spider Man-2

The scene where he tries to stop the train and in the process is badly injured. He collapses at the end of it and people lift him like a flower.

(amazing picturisation)

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Pyaar Ke Side Effects

1. The scene where Rahul and Mallika are fighting. There is a score-board being shown on the screen. Rahul is winning when suddenly Mallika starts crying and her score gallops.

Rahul feels very cheated.

2. The scene where Rahul is with his jiju and they are discussing life when Rahul says

"tum papa banne ko taiyaar nahin, main pati banne ko taiyaar nahin....aur nanu...nanu to insaan banne ko taiyaar nahin"

3. The scene where nanu's GF is getting married. As per one of the rituals she is blind-folded and all the guys encircle her. She has to find her hubby from amongst them by just touching their hands. She touches everyone and passes by but when she touches nanu's hands she stops and then reluctantly moves on. When the ritual gets over she is dancing with her hubby. With her eyes still closed she faces nanu and says "Good bye nanu" nanu looks at her and bids her bye; tears in their eyes.(Oh!!! heart-rending. Beautiful picturisation)

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Titanic

1. The love scene between the protagonists.

(the expressions of their hands have been captured marvellously. Absolutely mind- blowing!!! )

2. The scene where Kate runs inside the engine.

3. When Kate asks Jack to come back but he's already dead and she has to let go of his hands.

4. The old couple who are holding on to each other when the rest of them are running for their lives as Titanic sinks.(soulmates forever)

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Aroma of Memory

These are a few of my favourite sniffs...:)

• Fresh coriander leaves
• Taazi ahri sabzi, nimbu, hari mirch
• Tapi hui dharti par baarish ki pahli boond
• Mere papa ke badan se aati hui cigarette ki khushbu
• Rajnigandha, bela, harsinghar
• Adidas perfume
• ma ke badan ki khushbu
• Pooja ki agarbatti
• Pakte hue daal aur bhaat ki khushbu
• Banta hua kajal

more later....abhi ke liye bye...

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2 comments:

Flying high in the sky.... said...

i just love you ........i mean how can you be sooooooo awesome...........a request....pleaease write your thots in form of poems or write ups.. the world needs it .......

papa ke badan se... i howled....inside my heart...outside only tears rolled down...

i love you honey ..

Flying high in the sky.... said...

where are you sweetie...missing your expressions..be back ..love to read your blog...

Rang barse- Sach ke‼

Gone are the days of dolled up grannies and mummies who gave competition to their daughters and daughters-in -law. Gone are the days when each time you switched on the TV you would be welcomed by perpetual tears and even more perpetual conspiracy. And thankfully are gone the days of character assassination where hardly ever anyone was spared.
The era of Star soaps is over‼

Thankfully we have now come of age in TV entertainment.

Colours is here with believable stories and even more believable characters.

We have now entered the days of innocent kids and strong women. Women with integrity and honesty as their forte. Women who are capable of being actual role models.

Colours soaps have an awesome pan-India flavour. What a welcome relief‼
Each of these serials have a strong social message beautifully ensconced in a delightful story.
The regional flavour has been kept so intact you almost feel transported to the land of the story. Whether it’s the Haryanvi- ammaji or the Rajastani maa sa or the Bihari-punpunwali. You’ll relish them all for their authenticity.

These serials have also opened doors for hundreds of talented people who have a good grasp of culture and language of their own region. They may not have been able to make a mark in the national arena before this but only they could have done justice to serials with a regional touch.
And it s amazing how the directors have managed to find characters who’ve slipped into their roles as if they actually belong to the region of the story.

BHAGYAVIDHATA has so marvelously captured the pain of girls in Bihar when they reach the marriage market. And also what those hundreds of brides undergo when they are forcefully wedded to an unwilling groom by their own helpless family members.

NA ANA IS DES MERI LADO has portrayed a mighty strong woman in the form of Sia who is not a loud mouth urban chit. She is just an educated and aware woman who has taken the onus of saving the girl child in her village. Effeminate and strong, she is a firebrand in the most beautiful and subtle way. Not aggressive but assertive. A normal woman with a paranormal mental strength she overcomes all the challenges without any foul play. She is one of the strongest characters of today’s soaps. Her nerves are made entirely of steel.
And the lyricist of the title track actually deserves a national award for the pain he’s been able to breathe into the song. It so heartrendingly reverberates the ache of a mother of a girl child.

“Sangi na sathi koi, sakhi na saheli;
Kin sang khelegi tu laado akeli;
Ho, yehi bhejun sandes meri laado, ki na ana is des meri laado‼
Chahe dil ke hon tukre hazaron par na aana is des meri laado.”

The song has been picturised equally beautifully. Catharsis substantiated‼
Kudos to the team‼

BALIKA VADHU has very aptly portrayed the plight of thousands of child widows and child brides who are tortured by their own kith and kin. And also by the society. The society which is made by people like you and me.

UTTARAN – Reminds me of one of my favourite novels- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini - which also is a story of two friends. The serial has brought to light the fact that love is a hopelessly incurable disease, no matter whom you feel it for. It makes you give your all for that one person come what may. Giving and forgiving are the only two things the little kid knows for her friend.

Of course they may not be very different in pace but in content, quality and intensity the serials on Colours can give Star Plus a run for their booty any day.

One serial which also deserves a mention in this category for its wonderful content is the one on Zee TV. Another breath-taking tale from its genre.
AGLE JANAM MOHE BITIYA HI KIJO
A tale of sale of a girl child. The protagonist-Ratan Rajput of Patna- is a class of an actress. With her vibrating lips and her flaring nostrils she can take you through her swelling eyes straight to her heart where you can not just see but also feel her pain. The yearning that she holds for her husband she’s grown dreaming of but has never seen has been very superbly shown.
Another noteworthy character here is the truly yum mum-Rupa Ganguly. One look at her and you’ll be wondering how she has managed to still look so sexy even now. Without showing even an ounce of her flesh. ﴾Remember her in one of the serials on DD.﴿
Kudos to the scriptwriter, lyricist, singer, director and the actress‼
Amazing serial. Believable characters. True story. Not of one but of several girls.
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

you mesmerise me .. man....

The Kite- Runner Khaled Hosseini

Hosseini is not an amazing writer. He is truly gifted. What a brilliant story teller‼

His works can’t be called novels. They are movies on paper. He has a truly marvelous aptitude to etch the pictures of his words in your minds so much so that they almost become visible.
Truly cathartic. You’ll laugh with it. You’ll cry with it. You’ll feel like one with the protagonists.
It may not have any life lessons for you but it is sure to stir your soul to the core.
Oh how I love this guy’s works‼

Set in the backdrop of Afghanistan this novel will take you through its ups and downs so vividly you’ll almost cry at the fate of the beautiful land and its innocent people.

A tale of two friends who are oblivious of the fact that they are, in fact, half-brothers. However, this lack of knowledge makes no difference to the kind of relationship they share.

A beautiful story of deep, intense and unconditional love. Truly Mind-blowing. Mighty Awesome. A true portrayal of how guilt makes someone pay so heavily all his life. Both Amir and his Baba did.

Hassan and Amir are two friends who share a strange relationship. One is strong the other weak. One is protective and the other nasty, in his own small ways. One acts escapist because he is scared for his own life yet how that one act changes both of their lives forever. A pang of guilt destroys the beautiful bond they’d shared since birth.

Must, must, must read‼


Even though there are many lines that tugged at my heart but the bestest is:
“For you a thousand times over”.

Just a few of my favourite picks from the book:

“There is a way to be good again”
“Because even in birth, Hassan was true to his nature: He was incapable of hurting anyone. Out he came smiling”
“There was a brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast; a kinship that not even time could break”
“Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.
Mine was Baba.
His was Amir. My name”
“You can’t love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. May be even hating a little”
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

i am sooo proud of you ..............

The Lonely Crusader

I, for one, can make a difference.
And I will make it.

Because, I owe it to one thing.
To one planet.
My planet. The only planet adorned with life.

It is a lone crusade for a lonely planet.

But I will undertake it.

One step at a time as one individual for one thing that counts.

Love.

Love for my Earth and for all the generations about to follow one person.

Me.


Here’s a charter of my journey:

Use one bucket of water to bathe. A half more to wash hair.
Half a flush after half a use.
One mugful to clean the cereals and the same to clean my veggies. ﴾Drain the same into a flower pot.﴿
Washing clothes once a week.
Using clothes more than once before washing them. ﴾Sterilize them in air and UV- best sterilizer for clothes.﴿
Cook with the lid on the vessel and flame on sim once the water/milk boils.
Soak the cereals overnight or at least for sometime.
No standby for the electronics. They are switched off when not in use.
Comp screen off when not in use for some time.
Use ambient light to work, read, shoot.
Carry my own cloth bag for shopping.
Commute by public transport and rail.
Receive e-bills.
Mop the floor. No daily wash for it.
Wasting drinking water is sacrilege.
Use bucket water to clean the utensils. No flowing water.
Turn the tap off between usages.
Repair the leaks asap.
Use hanky not tissue paper.
Make optimum use of available resources.

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Rajeev Kumar Jha said...

Kash sab tumhari tarah sochne lage.... ye dharti fir se muskurane lage...

The Glassful of Water

This is the story of a glass of water.

There was just one glass of water.

My great granny had got it from her mother. She’d handed it over to my granny from whom my mother had inherited it. And I happen to be the current legal owner of this venerated resource.

It is an age-old heirloom meant to be passed on to the subsequent generations.

My predecessors had all been careful with it. It was an heirloom after all.

It had been a much revered and cherished entity before it found its way to my beautiful hands.

And then, I let the bliss of forgetfulness cast its spell on my highly intelligent mind.
The warning that I had inherited along with that glassful of water very conveniently took a back-seat in my psyche.

“It is vital to life next only to the life-giving air and mother’s love” they’d told me.

But I found it useless and tedious to comply by the caution.
Moreover, I dint want to part with the open secret of the highly thought of resource so I even preferred not to warn my predecessors about its scarcity.
In addition, I also took pride in inculcating the same recklessness into the minds of my naive successors and have thus successfully passed on the same to the final generation.

There will be no more generations after that, they say, as the third mortal war it is said will be fought over water.

The last fight will be fought, for the remaining last drop, by the last generation of Homo sapiens.

But why the bloody hell should I bother about the woes of the Third World War.

Let them fight over it‼

For now, I choose to forget the warning.

And I want my share and that of my daughter’s to flow down the drain coz she loves to bathe in flowing water. Flowing did I say? Oops‼ I mean “overflowing”.

Besides, I don’t really care for my daughter’s daughter or her grand daughter for that matter. All I care for is my daughter, my comfort and the current situation.

And anyway, how can one person help the situation?

So what if Einstein was one. So were Gandhi, Hitler, Mother Teresa and Shabbir Bhatia plus several other individuals. All of whom have made a difference not only to an entire population but to the entire world. They were all just “one person”.

But, no arguments please‼

This is my glass of water and I’ll treat it as per my whims and fantasies. Period‼

Earth constitutes of 70% of water of which only 3% is potable.
SPREAD LOVE. SAVE WATER
It’s Now or Never

Crippling Him.Killing Him.

Since the time I was born to this very day.
He’s been my support.
Physical. Financial. And emotional.
No more perfumes for him. No more fancy lunches.
Courtesy- my education and upbringing.
Heaping of shame. By family and society.
All for my smile.
Raking out more moolah for my whims and fantasies.
Even after his perennial source of income has dried. Years back.
Well, you see I need to give a gold set to my beloved so what if I’ve never even given a flower to my mother.
No preaching Please‼
Well now, joining me in this crusade is also my better half.
Loading him with even more fanciful and choicest of abuses. Telling the truth I say.
Who cares for the true truth anyways?
The truth that my conscience screams to me. And I choose to go deaf against it.
Voila, it doesn’t scream anymore‼
I got him a man for me and then befooled him by turning down the offer that I had so enthusiastically initiated.
He gave in. hurt and humiliated. Yet smiling.
Oh come on, is that enough?
I even have my better half pitch in the good deed.
It’s his/her turn to defame this soul now.
My father.
Abused by my lover.
My brother’s better half. The one who is better only in the limited sense now.
Him. And me.
Capital punishment did you pronounce?
But that’s a cake- walk for all of these. And, many more.
I have crippled him. Killed him.
Crippled his sense of self respect.
Killed my father.
The man who supported me all my life.
Now lies crippled.
What do I do?
Nothing.
Hurl more abuses at him.
And accuse him of not ever having done anything for me.
Dupe him of his stored resources so very royally and then scream more abuses at him.
Enjoy my own heaven away from him.
I believe my father truly deserves all this.
What to do?
He is a father after all;
And when is a father’s love ever glorified?
Those eulogies are exclusively reserved for the batterers of our hearts.
Fathers deserve only these.
Abuses. Tears and humiliation.
For all their love.
True. Unconditional.
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

munnoo....i am saddened by your write up ...no betu ...you are our pride...we all make mistakes ..but that does not mean we dont love...the love you have for him is more than anything or anyone can have for him...dont feel what you are feeling sweetie...trust me .... you are the one who really loved him purely...

keep smiling...

The Last and the First

“Johnny please say you’ll wait for me;
I’ll grow up some day you see;
Saving all my kisses just for you sealed with love forever true”
- Beautiful rendition of the anguish of a young heart for her lover. So very beautifully, written and composed and equally intensely sung.

Life starts with a kiss.

Kiss is one of the most potent forms of expression.
Unleashing all hell or transforming one into heaven depending on the channel and nature of its origin.
Purest when it comes from a pure heart filled with pure emotions; and a genuine soul.
Wreaking havoc on one’s psyche when it comes from unwelcome sources.

It is the middle of a beginning of the beginning.
Touch. Kiss. Make Love. Bring babies.

A crying kid or friend invokes a motherly instinct and the same instantly gets translated into a kiss on tear- stained cheeks.
Puch‼ lands the mother’s kiss on her kid’s face each time she sees it with love.
And your lover’s kiss is a manifestation of his/her love.

In most of the Arab countries they shower honour by kissing the hands of the revered ones.

The first kiss is never forgotten.
The genuine. And also the fake.

The first kiss is like a whiff of the fresh air.
The last kiss is like sealing life.
Forever.

Othello’s lips on that of his departed wife.
Closer home, Omkara’s on his dead spouse.

Kiss-the life- maker and breaker.
When love strikes it’s kiss.
When lust strikes it’s kiss.
When lust of love comes calling it’s kiss.
When life beckons- it’s kiss.

The Great Catharsis

How many times have you felt the joy of giving?
How does it feel?
Intense? Superficial?
Real? Fake?
If you truly give. Unconditionally. You feel great.
No matter what you give as long as it is good it lets you reap a thousand benefits of that one simple act.
And when it’s forgiveness that you give.-you don’t just give.
You also get.
You get something that nothing can buy.
Peace of mind. Tranquility. Bliss.

Give and ye shall get in return.
Forgive and you are forgiven.

Giving is truly cathartic‼

“Tune Mujhe Chhua, Main Ban Gai Dua”

Said one hand to the other. Said one eyelid to the other. As they came together in the position of prayer.
Hindus. Muslims. Christians- just about anyone from any religion; when they pray they fold their hands and close their. For that’s how we communicate with our “Higher Self”. The self they call-God.

Touch is the most primal of all acts.
A newborn clings to its mother’s chest.
It holds its father’s fingers.
It grapples with its mother’s breast.
Its hands touch each other.
Its tongue touches its lips.
Touch is the beginning of life.

Touch is a powerful act.
When you love something you touch it.
When you are in awe of something you want to touch it.
When you fear you touch and when you want to banish fear you touch it.
When you want to know you touch it. When you don’t want to know you touch it.

Touch can be the beginning of a beginning- making love begins with touching.
Or the beginning of an end- molestations, rapes and suicides.

You touch the photograph of a long lost friend, lover, and relative.
You touch a phone to get in touch.
You touch their feet to seek blessings.
You touch when you are in love
You touch in anger and touch in pain.
You touch your cheek to wipe those tears
You touch its hands to wipe its fears.

Words and thoughts have the power to touch too.
And they are more profound and long lasting.
Touch a life today.
Yours. His. Just about anyone’s.

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Flying high in the sky.... said...

who is the author? my god......

Like Father. Unlike Son.

I doubt if he’s my son.
He’s so unlike me.
Not even a trace of my character has he inherited.
Is he ACTUALLY my son?

I heard my father say. And wondered:

How come Amir-the protagonist of the novel “The Kite Runner”- was so different from his father?
How come my short-tempered uncle- who could bash the hell out of devil at the slightest provocation- has a son who lets kids his age batter him yet not raise a finger against them?
How come my brother has such a non-violent and passive kid?
Why is Vimlesh so different from Siddheshwar Sinha- of Bhagyavidhata – a serial on Colors-his father?

How can people have children who are poles apart from their parents in character?

Why many of those who’ve been an emblem of goodness and righteousness have borne offspring that are 180 degrees their opposites.
Or vice versa.


Good guys with bad kids. And bad guys with surprisingly good ones.

It’s one of my personal mysteries of all times.

I brooded. Mulled. Pondered. And finally .Concluded.

A conclusion based on sound psychological reasons.

“Traits”- the reason. The culprit.

Psychology defines “traits” as characteristics of a personality.
Bipolar in nature they carry their opposites simultaneously. Always.

So:
Anyone who is always calm has it in him to be a demon at some time.
Anyone who is righteous in extreme can be equally unrighteous at times.
Anyone who is the epitome of faithfulness and fidelity has it in him/ her to be an infidel.

And the list can be unending.

Each of us carry within ourselves such opposite distinctiveness which go hand-in-hand all the time and are sure to manifest in different forms at different times.

So if one of your kids is like your clone the other can also be your exact opposite.
Kids are the manifestations of your characteristics and they can exhibit any pole of your traits.

So next time your doubt the legitimacy of your kid do not put an interrogation mark on your wife’s character.

Simply introspect.
Search within yourself and reflect on your traits and that of your wife’s.
Check out your own gene strain and genealogy.
And you are sure to get an answer.

Admit the trait manifestation and rest assured that your wife hasn’t erred.

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Flying high in the sky.... said...

whooooooooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......you are awesome man..........i am awed.....you inspire me......mannnnnn........i am speechless...

बस यूँ ही

तेरी दुनिया से बहुत दूर निकल आये हैं हम,

यहाँ तो हवा भी तेरा पैगाम न पहुंचायेगी;

दुआएं समेट, ईद मना,

तो क्या हुआ जो चाँद ज़रा देर से निकला;

सेवइयां बाँट गरीब बच्चों में ज़रा,

आज तो उन्हें भी खुश हो लेने दे;

मौके आते हैं ऐसे मुद्दत्तों मिन्नत्तों के बाद,

आज तो न हाथ से जाने दे इसे;

जो आज लुट गए ये पल यूँ ही,

तो जश्न-ए-आज़ादी फिर न होगा;

चख ले ज़रा इस नूर को अब,

कि फिर न हम तेरे दर पर आयेंगे कभी;

बड़ी मुश्किल से इन क़दमों को ये मंजिल है मिला,

अब तो बस मेरे हौसले की न इम्तिहान ले तू;

हो जाने दे दो अजनबी को फिर से जुदा,

कि जिन्हें ये लगने लगा था कि वो हमराज़ हैं;

जिन बातों का अब कोई मतलब न रहा,

उन यादों को अब धुँधला जाने दे;

छोड़े जाती हूँ अपने हमनवा को मैं,

अब तो बस तू ही है खुदा उसका निगहबान;

मेरी कलम से- सिर्फ तुम्हारे लिए..

Lonely when together

An endless wait for him who is near yet so far
A yearning, a craving, a longing for him
The endless void within my soul
A vacuum created by his present absence

Waiting for him to see me
Missing him when he’s near
Watching a movie alone
Shopping on my own

Reading a book
Surfing the net
Watching TV
Eyes all wet

2 comments:

Flying high in the sky.... said...

he will happen to you one day .. i promise.. i know it will happen soon... very soon my darling...very soon .. trust me ...

lolit said...

nice poem,does this a reflections of your heart? take care.

Big B vs. The Gays

“Big B ko pota chahiye”
Big B - the heart throb of millions in a Bollywood-crazy nation.
He- the demi-god of filmdom.
He- whose wink alone can influence millions.
He- who is a walking, talking ad industry.
He -who endorses endless products.
He wants a Pota.

And the least we can do for his Pota, and ours, is to
legalise the gay rights.
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

hmm...i see the anguish in your post... i understand...

Perfume- Amazing Movie!!!

Oh, for the sense of smell!!
A must must watch for any movie buff.
The photography is simply stunning.
The movie is really gripping and one actually can neither
love nor hate the protagonist.
Wonderful performance by Ben.
Kudos to the team!
-dolly jha-
my rating- 5 stars!

Ben Whishaw stars as a killer searching for the perfect scent.
"'Perfume' is one of those rare projects that comes along with a gripping story to tell and top-tier talent to tell it.

"Perfume" Official Synopsis
Set in 18th-century France, the terrifying story of murder and obsession centers around a man who, strangely lacking any scent of his own, has a unique talent for identifying smells, which he uses to create the world's finest perfumes. His gift leads to obsession when he turns to murdering young women on the verge of womanhood in order to capture their aroma.

Review
The tale of a killer with an ungodly sense of smell!

Tykwer has done a stand-up job in dealing with a theme as translucent and intangible as scent, by creating a vision of 19th century Paris so vivid that the audience can practically smell it.
“Perfume” tells the story of Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, a man born into destitution with nothing but a heightened sense of smell. Outcast and ostracised for his gift, his olfactory talent soon becomes an obsession. He joins master perfume maker Giuseppe Baldini (Dustin Hoffman), and begins to learn the delicate science of scent creation. However, all the rose blossom and essential oils in the world cannot account for Grenouille’s ultimate obsession: the scent of a woman.
Finding no willing participants for his odour-extracting experiments, Grenouille soon takes to murdering the most beautiful, virtuous women he can find in order to create his magnum opus: a perfume so potent it can send entire villages into temporary states of euphoria. However, as the bodies start to pile up, the French authorities, lead by Antoine Richis (Alan Rickman), begin to tail Grenouille, and in creating his masterpiece Grenouille ultimately cannot escape the consequences of his actions.
The most striking thing about “Perfume” is its imagery, with Tykwer and the production design crew meticulous in creating a warts-and-all vision of 19th century Paris, right down to the finest detail. The use of extreme close-ups, computer-enhanced steadicam and still-shot montages is this time used to practical effect, more than compensating for cinema’s inability to convey smell.
One scene in particular, in which a young Jean-Baptiste lies on a grassy knoll defining the surrounding smells lingers in the mind like a particularly pungent odour.
“Perfume” contains a stellar performance from Ben Whishaw.
It’s hard to decipher whether the filmmakers wanted him to come off as someone to be pitied or feared, or on a grander scale, as a protagonist or antagonist. His murderous actions preclude him from being a sympathetic anti-hero; however, his almost child-like naivety means that try as we may, we cannot hate him.
“Perfume” has stunning visuals, great performances, a compelling plot and a see-it-to-believe-it ending. Tom Tykwer has truly created a feast for the senses, that, although leaving the heart and mind a little hungry, is nevertheless a very worthwhile watch.

-synopsis n review culled from the net-

Official website of the movie- must visit!

http://movies.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ/Ya&sdn=movies&cdn=entertainment&tm=7&gps=123_836_1259_851&f=00&tt=14&bt=0&bts=0&zu=http%3A//www.perfumemovie.com/
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

your canvas of mind is so vast.......amazing thots...amazingly put...am so proud of you..wish could advertise your blog !

An Ode to a Goofer!

A certain minister of ours has very candidly expressed his view on one of the social networking sites. He is of the opinion that the economy class in trains is exclusive to what he calls "cattle".

It is so very convenient on his part to fake amnesia and sideline the fact that these are the "cattle" who have risen him to a position that has placed him strategically above them.

The trust and faith they posed in him to better their plight has suitably slipped to his unconscious.

But Mr. Minister whether or not u like attending the ministerial seminars(this was anyway, your choice... no body had forced this privilege on u....on the contrary you had put in real serious effort and money to get to attend those seminars!) or prefer the AC hotel suite to a regular MP bungalow is still a fact one can digest( even though that too might cause severe food-poisoning) but the recent comment of yours is an absolutely in bad taste.

I believe we are naive people and trusted you enough to make use of your academic intelligence (which we believe also bestows on you a decent amount of moral sense) but we were so wrong.

I also believe your intentions were so clear to the people at UN hence the obvious loss.

But, brushing aside all those things I just have one thing to tell you that if you call us animals remember that you too are just one of us. If we are what you call us then you are no different.

And, this can be proved biologically!

Mr. Tharoor even if a dog stays in an AC room and has an army of attendants to look after him he will still be a dog.So, don't just say anything for the heck of it.

You will be hated for generations for this absolutely insensitive and tasteless remark of yours.

Hope you r at least ashamed of it!

And, instead of calling us fancy names do something to improve the situation.

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comments on this post:
Flying high in the sky.... said...
man...i love you ...cool ... you are so well read!!

They say I am...

Suave and compromising.
Funny and humorous.

Stubborn.
Very talkative.
Calm and cool.
Kind and Sympathetic.
Concerned and detailed.
Loyal.
Does Work well with others.
Very confident.
Sensitive.Positive Attitude.
Thinking generous.
Good Memory.
Clever and knowledgeable.
Loves to look For Information.
Able to cheer everyone up and/or Make them laugh.
Able to motivate oneself and Others.
Understanding.
Fun to be around.Outgoing.
Hyper.
Bubbly personality.
Secretive.Boy/girl crazy.
Loves sports, music, leisure and Traveling.
Systematic.
Hot but has brains.

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