its just about you

You are the closest friend I have ever had. The closest that I will ever have. I have never been shy with you. Never thought of what I will say to you. Just said whatever I had to, looking straight in your eyes. We have shared everything, deep, dark secrets to every little detail of our day. Never did I have a problem with talking to you, never have I felt uncomfortable with you.

But now that we have suffered an irrecoverable loss, I do not know what to say. I see you sitting there, head in hands, tears in eyes, pain in heart, but I do not say a thing. I see you broken beyond repair and I wish I could come and put your scattered parts together. But I cannot, can I? For the parts have been scattered far and wide, into outer space, impossible to get them back.

I wish I could console you. I wish I could say something to help you out,even though i have a lot to say but my lips refuse to move,. But what can I say? “Be strong and keep faith”? How can I say that when I know that it is impossible for you n even me to be strong now, and faith, even more difficult to keep. For me these are all hollow words, empty words, words that mean nothing, words that i wouldn’t want to hear from a friend had I been you. So I say nothing. I just stand by you,trying my evry bitto make things happen and watch you cry, wishing to mend you somehow. But I say nothing apart from “I’m sorry”.

But do you take my silence for indifference? Do you think that I have shrugged my shoulders and moved on, leaving you sitting at the corner? My silence doesn’t mean that I do not care, it just means that I feel so many things - love, fear, admiration for your strength (for I would have succumbed to a loss of this magnitude), i feel all these things and other unname-able emotions, and so I cannot figure out what I should say to you.

In the midst of it all is another feeling, that of uncertainty. Will this loss affect our relation, our friendship? Will my silence affect our friendship? Am I being selfish in thinking like this? Are you thinking “What right do you have to ask about our friendship when you are doing nothing now?” ? But I feel as helpless as you do. I feel the same pain as you do. I cry the same tears as you do. I’m just uncertain how to tell all this to you. I cannot come up with something honest and something that would really give you the strength to tide over this rough sea. All I can do is just promise that I will keep watching over you and keep trying to remind you that I’m there with you whenever you need me and even if you dont need me . i realize things are not what they were but i m sure they would someday be, because i have this faith on you , on me and on our friendship.

the king might be dead.. bt he still rules our hearts....

As he strided gracefully with people gaping at the analog fluidity of his legs , Michael Jackson not only ‘moonwalked’ into our hearts but he also made us wonder whether such talent was human. Thus , to hear about his death at UCLA medical centre in LA ,it almost feels like a lie, a dirty lie. Welcome to the world of Michael Jackson , where every passing moment never failed to enchant you , either in ecstasy or in bewilderment. Perhaps that was the greatest trouble with his life. As long as he lived he was never allowed to be a common human being.

A hurricane hit the music lovers across the world on this dreaded day , 26-06-09and left everyone including you,me and everyone arnd us struggling with a sense of bereavement and disbelief.Well i have never been a fan of MJ myself. in fact hadn't even heard a single track of his till the time he was alive.but even then news about his death was a shock for,felt like this world had lost something really treasurable,nd how true i was.....

To say he was an icon, even thats an understatement of lame degree..he was "THE KING OF POP" and wud always be.His dominance of the world music in the 80's and the 90's meant he was importtant to a lot of people on earth..
i know some purists may have some doubt his greatness citing presley and the beatles as better musicians and even i dont have an arguement against it.But , to be true,MJ had a far more reach, he touched more hearts, rather moonwalked into the hearts of billions. He spread the pop culture through every vein and artery of the world...from the bylanes of mumbai to the streets of newyork,,,
everybody almost everybody knew who MJ was. (i still remember my friends trying to perfect the moonwalk back then in school.)well ,, some knew him as MJ, some as the whacko jacko,some as the moonwalker, and dissapointingly some even as the paedophile.......

You might hate him, you might love him, but you just can't ignore him. He inspired so many entertainers across the globe including our very own bappi lahiri, prabhu deva, nd mithunda (:P) to name a few....
i still remeber, few days back a 10 yr old kid from the slums performing hip hop dance in a reality show...when asked who michael jackson is , had jst one answer "unko pitaji keh sakte hain"(u can call him my father).... this guy hadnt touched the books, newspapers and internet were too far from him.... still he knew "the king of pop".. dis just show how much he meant to a lots of people.


to sum it all,, Michael Jackson you were the best ever and u will be the best ever...
This world loves you and will miss you a lot"MR. MOONWALKER".. YOU were and would always stay as"THE KING OF POP"

RIP MJ

check out the video awesome music ..wid sum great lyrics...from my favourite band ........jst feel it............

my life at bits

a movie made by me and my frenz at BITS .Its abt the life of a bitsian,its about u and its abt me........i hope u like it.....

the women of india, true india

i was just going through youtube and came across this video about the "women of india", supposedly the women of substance.(sounds so sarcastic)and then later in the day a few headlines about women exploitation just made me think where are we heading?????? HERE is the story

of women in rural India , the true India..

When she was born, the father was not happy. He wanted a boy. There were no celebrations. The mother understood, she knew the ways of the world. The mother took her baby girl under her wing and as soon as she learnt to talk, the mother started to teach her how to laugh softly, how to run lightly, how to speak with eyes and head bowed. In short, she was taught how to be a girl - a decent, household girl. She was never allowed to venture out, never allowed to play like the boys. But she adjusted.

Robbed of her childhood, she was also prohibited from continuing with her studies past matric because the father did not want the society to talk. That would bring disrespect to the whole family. From the age of seven, she was given regular cooking and cleaning tuitions. That is, she was taught how to be a good wife, a wife who would keep the dinner ready when her husband came home from a hard day at work, a wife who would follow every command of her husband’s without question. But she adjusted

She reached the age of fifteen and the father started looking for a suitable groom for her. Noone protested. She was taught to not protest, to listen and to follow every command issued by anyone wearing pants. The mother would have protested, had she the right to. All that the mother could do was pray, and arrange an excellent tea when the groom and his people visited. But she adjusted.

Then she was examined from every angle like a piece of furniture is examined for any damage at a store. She was asked to sing by her would-be mother-in-law. She was asked to display her work with the needle. She was asked to show her cooking. Even when everything was alright and she was beautiful, she was asked for dowry, else she could continue looking for someone else. But she adjusted.

Then came the wedding. Dowry was given, a lot of it. They should not have any complaints. She was to leave her mother and go to this alien household, to live with this man who was about 10 years older than her, and God knows what horrors he would unleash on her that night. All these made her cling onto her mother. But in the end, she went, she adjusted.

She utilised every lesson that she was taught by her mother at this new place, but never managed to please them. She cooked, she cleaned, she washed, she scrubbed, yet she was always the cause of their discomfort. She underwent the pain of giving birth. She raised the children lovingly, they were her only comfort, now that she was allowed no contact with her mother. She knew that her daughters would probably have the same fate, and so she taught them whatever her mother had taught her. She went on adjusting.

She is a mother, she is a sister, she is the friend,she is the soulmate, she is the one who gave you birth, she is the goddess, she is everything but then may be she is nothing ,but just one of the many unfortunate women of India

that face

Life is a journey through many terrain

From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain

From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate

From Mountains of glory to canyons of fate. 

Certainly this  life is a journey, a journey on the path of emotions, a journey on the path of feelings,a journey from gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain,a journey from an ocean of love to a jungle of hate, a journey from mountains of glory to canyons of fate, a journey that's tough sumtimes , a journey that's fun at times.

And throughout this journey, we come across so many faces,so manyu differnt permutation and  combination of features................ some beautiful,  some ugly,  some mean ,, some so selfless,, some dark ,, some fair,,, some u love , some u hate and ssome u love to hate while some you hate to love........:)..

But there's always a face you keep saerching for, a face you wish to see,one perfect combination of feature that you could figure out even in the swarm of people,a face that becomes the motive, the epicenter  of your life. It makes all circles of your life complete.....

It may not always be the most beautiful face that you had ever come across but undoubtedly the face that seems yours ,the face you were always destined to meet., a face u could end up your life for.....

Its " the face".. the face you had always waited for......

It might be of someone  you always  knew, or may be of  someone you never knew,of someone who was so close, or may be of someone who was always out of reach,,of someone who was always there with you or even may be of someone who was always against you....

Its the face behind whom is the person who means life to you....Its the face that's the essence of your life, that completes your definition.........

You will always end up  meeting this face at some point of time in your life and mostly when you least expect to... . No matter how, when and where, you will always recognize this face..It 'll strike that chord in your heart,SET THAT SPARK,SUMTHING THAT WAS AMISS till then in your life...It wil change your world  and it will change you...

just dont let it go from your life. Treasure that face forever............................

I have found that face ........ and i hope you too do.................:)

God…The Controversial Being

GOD............. as I define, is a universal truth yet a controversy since existence. We have quoted His presence in number of terms, stories, experiences, and till date continue to do so to acknowledge this phenomenal mystery. But d v really know who He is, has anyone seen him, or can anyone defy the possibility of Him being mere an illusion, more of a vision of fantasy? The only answer is NO. But the fact lies hidden in these words, some may deny it, in fact I do, because how much I try I cannot make agnostic look deep inside me to believe it. These are the questions which haunt you, make you doubt your faith and above all, question the almighty....................

It all starts with loving the hatred, a belief in miracle, and unconditional happiness in pain. When I was a child, I was spoilt like everyone (well, it has not changed till today…!!!), restless, blaming the world for my actions. But as time passed, I grew. I developed greater insights into human nature, always asking why of things, topics and writings on miracles and phenomenal occurrences interested me. I wanted to know the hill of emotions that humans are blessed with. Of all I wanted to know God. I never read about him, I don’t know the exact definition of God, neither have I seen him but I feel him with me every moment I breathe. For it is Him I live. It is for Him I see life beautiful despite it being laden with sorrows. He is sumthing, he's everything.............

A book may tell you thousands of ways to find him, but the truth is you will never find him if you go searching for him. He is more than a physical being. If not so then tell me have u dreamt Him in any other form than what you have been projected with (T.V. serials, epics, pictures).NO. Because He is not what you see but what you do, what you feel... rather He is you.................

I admit I am too immature to doubt the history and the sayings but is it worth to believe the thoughts you cannot justify. I am a spiritual person; I believe in his presence every single day, just my definition is beyond His physical existence. For me, He is my doors to Self-Enlightenment.