My last team outing@deloitte

This sunday, I went for a team outing ( probably my last one@deloitte ) at pragati resort.

It was full of fun and i enjoyed a lot.

Here are some of the snaps…( still more to come )

Welcome to Pragati Resort

Kwak Kwak Batalians

Ducks are lucky,
Don’t you think?
When they want to
Take a drink,
All they do is
Duck their bill.
(Doesn’t matter
If they spill.)
When they want to
Take a swim,
All they do is
Dive right in;
And they never
Seem to sink.
Ducks are lucky,
Don’t you think?

Started with a breakfast

Time for volleyball!!
you pass,
you set,
you spike,
you scream with all your might,
you fight,
you cry,
you get back up,
and then its over,

YOU WIN!!

Loose net…sukhjinder trying to tie it

Where is the ball ?

The spike, the serve it’s all intense
will i be needed to bump for defense.
An overhand serve or a spike or a set
All need to have power to go over the net.
Save with a dig so no points will be lost,
the other team needs to know who is boss.

A box of blue
With water in.
It calls to you.
The fun begin.

Too much of fun

say cheese

We all were tired..but no body was willing to come out of the water.

The Ice-cream was good.

Tired us

Bye Bye Pragati Resort

 

Man Woman and Child

Last week I finished reading "Man Woman and Child". And after reading it, I was thinking that what is there in this guy called "Erich Segal" that whatever he writes becomes a masterpiece.

Ever since I read his "Love Story", I have become a huge fan of Erich Segal. The way he describes his characters will never let you feel that he is talking about a bookish character.

And in this book also, he clearly stamped his class. A touching and a beautiful book to be read and re-read.

And ya !! after reading this book, I felt sorry to know that even Gulzar used to copy. Gulzar penned down and
shekhar kapur directed a movie called "Masoom" (1983) which was indian-ised version of Erich Segal's
"Man Woman and Child".

 

The English Teacher

I had heard a lot about R K Narayan's "The English Teacher". In the past, I had enjoyed his "The Guide" a lot. So when I saw "The English Teacher" in Himalaya Book store, I decided to take it.

And now after reading the book, I feel that my decision was not wrong. It is really a book worth reading.

More on The English teacher : http://www.literature-study-online.com/essays/narayan.html

 

The Sunrise

I tried to recall when was the last time when I saw the sunrise. I couldnot recall when i saw the sunrise last.

Day before yesterday, I started reading R K Narayan’s “The english teacher”. There after few pages only the author gave a vivid and poetic description of the moment when the first ray of the sun embraces the earth. Merely reading it filled my heart with such a glow of joy that i decided that i will see tomorrow’s sunrise.

I thought, if i go to bed ( even early ) , the chances are rare for me to get up before the sunrise. So the best solution that clicked in my mind was not to sleep till the sunrise.

I played age, read blogs of my friends, read almost all the articles@cricinfo.com to keep myself awake and alive.

And finally the moment arrived. I was standing near the window, when the sun started to conquer the darkness. I cannot describe that moment. To live the moment more, I went onto the roof and standing there i really felt exactly same as the words of R K Narayan described in “The English teacher”.

“There was something in the deliberate effort , and the hour and the air, and surroundings…
Nature nature , all our poets repeat till they are hoarse. There are subtle, invisible emanations in nature’s
surroundings: with them the deepest in us merges and harmonizes. I think it is the highest form of joy and peace one can comprehend.“

Also it reminded me of a poem by “jacqui thornton“

The grey begins to fade,

As colour creeps from leaf to limb.

The light is slowly seeping up,

From beneath the earth’s curved rim.

                        The sky blue strengthens slowly,

                        Glazed with hues of orange and red.

                        Slowly as the earth revolves,

                        The sun lifts up it’s head.

Colours shimmer in the light

And shapes begin to unveil.

The trees and flowers separate,

With the dawn light rosy and pale.

                        The sun climbs higher in the sky.

                        It’s light shimmering and warm.

                        All things now are clearly seen.

                        A new day has been born.

 

Hail Storm@Hyderabad

Darkness
comes, sudden.
Tap tap tap,
then, on the window-pane;
and, as I peer out,
a rumble runs across the valley.
Pelted now by wicked winds,
icestones leap frog, helter-skelter,
bouncing, racing, flouncing:
a one-minute
sally.

By E. L. Core

Thanks to santosh verma ( one of my friend@deloitte ), I have few snaps of the hail-storm@hyd.

 

The Kite Runner

 

I can safely say that "The kite runner" is one of the most touching novels, i have read in the recent years.

In "The Kite Runner", Amir and Hassan, the two innocent faces of humanity grow up together in Afghanistan like brothers, although they couldn't be more different. Amir is the son of a wealthy, Pashtun businessman and he's educated and reads voraciously. On the other hand Hassan's father, a Hazara, is a servant to Amir's father, and he's illiterate.
Hasan loved Amir and could do anything and everything for Amir. But amir, unfortunately had not the guts to do the same. Twice in his lifetime Amir is morally tested in his relationship with Hassan.
The first time, a victim of his own arrogance, Amir fails his companion. Hiding behind the superiority of class, Amir chooses the path of least resistance, but the scar of betrayal cuts through his soul and never heals. That first failure dictates Amir's inner dialogue throughout his life until he is offered another chance at personal redemption.
Returned to his homeland at the request of an old family friend, the second challenge is equally perilous, and Amir recognizes the very real implications of his decision. This internal struggle is the underlying theme of the novel, which spans Afghani history from the peaceful 70's to the repressive rule of the Taliban in the late '90s.

 

Where is your blog ?

Today as soon as i saved my blog and clicked its preview, i was shocked to see that there are no blogs on my url. I got confused whether i saved them or did something else ?

I refreshed my page again and again, but all in vain.  

Then i went to rocky’s and kunal’s blog to find the following:

 Kunal’s blog

 

Rocky’s blog

After that i concluded that its not happening with me only, it was some problem with wordpress.

 

Arz kiya hai

  Arz kiya hai ..

apne har har lafz ka khud aaiinaa ho jaaoongaa
us ko chhota kah ke main kaise badaa ho jaaoongaa

tum giraane mein lage the tum ne sochaa hi nahiin
main giraa to maslaa ban kar khadaa ho jaaoongaa
 
mujh ko chlane do, akelaa hai abhi meraa safar
raastaa rokaa gayaa to qaafila ho jaaoongaa

saari duniya ki nazar mein hai meraa ahd-e-vafaa
ek tere kahne se kya main bevafaa ho jaaoongaa
 
Eak aur…
ek pal meN ek sadii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
do din kii zindagii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

bhuule haiN raftaa raftaa unheN mudattoN meN ham
qistoN meN Khud-kushii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

aaGhaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
aaGhaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

jalte diyoN meN jalte gharoN jaise zau kahaaN
sarkaar raushnii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

vo jaan hii gaye ke hameN un se pyaar hai
aaNkhoN kii muKhbarii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

haNsne kaa shauq ham ko bhii thaa aap kii tarah
haNsiye magar haNsii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

ham taubaa kar ke mar gaye qabl-e-azal “Khumar”
tauhiin-e-maikashii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

aaGhaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

jalte diyoN meN jalte gharoN jaise zau kahaaN
sarkaar raushnii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

vo jaan hii gaye ke hameN un se pyaar hai
aaNkhoN kii muKhbarii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

haNsne kaa shauq ham ko bhii thaa aap kii tarah
haNsiye magar haNsii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

ham taubaa kar ke mar gaye qabl-e-azal “Khumar”
tauhiin-e-maikashii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

 

Time Pass

Gazals, Mushaira’s and nazms 

http://aligarians.com/2006/02/ek-pal-men-ek-sadii-kaa-mazaa-ham-se-puuchhiye/

 

Radio 

http://asx.abacast.com/arabian_radio-city-24.asx

 

BC after a long time

When i checked my mail in the afternoon, I was shocked to see 27 mails .. those too having discussion about me ..

Kunal,utkarsh,poppy and rocky, they all were mailing in volumes about me and i had no idea till then. [:(]

It all started with a mail forwarded by kunal with the subject line as “Windows in Hindi” and the flood of mails thereafter flowed like anything. It continued till 61 mails hitherto. My contribution was 19 out of 61.