Thursday, October 1, 2009

My secret love "muzik"

makes me smile,in the silence
makes me cry wid the violens,
touches my heart with the guitars,
can't see him cuz he's so far,
takes away my pains and heels my sorrows
relaxes my senses and makes a better tomorrow,
turns me on wid his rythem and blues,
tries to reach my soul with the spiritual views,

makes me burn on the dance floor,
makes me loose wid the loud roar,
breaks my head and bang it hard,
when rock and roll and metal goes apart,
and the hip-hop forces to shake n spin around,
with drums beats driving wicked and surround,
takes my breath away with the old gold classics,
which makes the air go so romantic,
and the base goes running along,
across the southern rock with the country so longed.

and the jazz and raggae comes in action,
with the sweetness and suntan goes in attraction,

he's taught me so much about life
that i knw i can make myself no more strive,
i can feel him in my ears,
but he can't wid all those gears,
i can't see him newhere,
eventhough he catches me evrywhere.

he's immortal and neva bids gudbye,
but i sometyms have to fall apart n go so shy.


Longing for a Camera

When at home, in summer vacations, I had a 1.3 megapixel camera, and I was quite happy. That was my Grandfather's camera enabled mobile phone. Now when in hostel, I am again camera-less :( . I bet I'll buy a camera from my first salary. :) And again start blogging with pictures. Pictures adds an completely new touch to the blog posts. No one in this world have time to waste on unattractive stuffs. Pictures attract.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Half Moon...



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Monday, July 27, 2009

Time to settle scores

The great sage Gorakhnath has said: "When you don't ask you get milk when you ask you get water and when you take you draw blood". This quote clearly indicates the way mother nature takes care of us.As infants we don't know what to eat and what to abhor we just cry when hungry and in return we get mother's milk to nourish us.Even water is enough to keep us alive and see what happens when our taste buds start to drive our hunger, we eat not out of a need to survive but to satiate our senses which is impossible.In the process we keep on adding more and more karma in our eternal account by slaughtering more and more animals.In fact there's no such thing as bad or good karma.It's just that we have to pay back what we take.The recent trend of making meat production an industry is quite striking in this context.We all know that that a tonne of pulses can feed much more mouths than the same amount of beef or pork.Also the nutrients are of a much higher value in case of vegetarian sources as they come from lower levels of the food web.The input required to produce is also much less in case of pulses or peanuts as compared to pork or beef. In spite of these well known facts the developed nations are engrossed in pleasing the tongue. I am amused to see that these fast 'developing' people can't develop their tastes into more sattvic realms.Then they jump on the bandwagon of world peace. The results are pretty obvious- more hostile response from any area of the world they venture into.I believe it's the curses of the animals that were tortured and killed that are working when we see pandemics like swine flu taking shape and other disorders affecting meat eating societies.Meat generates tamas or grossness which makes the mind cling more to the senses.No wonder we see increase in animalistic behavior in people.Animals love to procreate,see where the population is heading to.Animals are very territorial,then increase in communal and border disputes is no news. One may argue that according to that logic the plants also curse us.Of course it's true plants do curse us when they are used but their curses are not so severe as the animals as animals are closer to us biologically.Absolute curb on slaughter is ofcourse a foolish notion(you can't relish bananas in the arctic).We should appreciate how efficiently people there utilise the body parts of the animal killed.Even the sinews of seals are used up as threads by the eskimos( thankfully we don't have factories there!!!).In hostile conditions like arctic the animal is killed out of need not greed.It's interesting to note that most of flu outbreaks originate from the tropics only.The scientists will intelligently assert that to favorable conditions for the pathogens in these areas.The nature's message is very clear here. In the end it all boils down to the proposition that maybe those animals owned some debt which they have paid in this life.But what about the debt that we owe them now?

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Itch - Vicious Circle

1 Objects in life are like itches, ever tempting.
2 If you itch, they grow in intensity, upto a tipping point.
3 From the tipping point they tip and go.
4 But leaves something, and again if you make that something,
an object, goto line 1

vicious circle eh??

Solar Eclipse... frm my camera's eye..

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Words Of Wisdom, From Prashar Lake, Himachal Pradesh

Words Of Wisdom

All the parents all the society tell their children to
stay away from bad company, drugs, and other
intoxicants, which is a good thing, from their
perspective and society's perspective. But
it creates a curiosity in the child mind if you
go on repeating it. On the more these things
arouse quickest and the strongest curiosity,
than other 'say no' things, that is because of
the emphasis we put. And as the child grows
in age, these things tends to attract him/her.
Even the clean guys have a curiosity in them,
but they fight with themselves and try their best
to suppress it.

If in the process of growing up of a child we teach
him/her, how to hunt down lust, anger, greed,
attachments, and ego, i.e. meditation, instead
of telling him/her, to do this and not to do this,
after a certain age, we can bring in a revolution.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Question Answer

There are answers to the simple problems.
There are answers to the difficult problems.
There are even answers to the toughest problems.
But the answer to the simplest problem is never there.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Barog Railway Station, Perspective Changed, Height Factor Added


Barog Railway Station, From A Distant Height.

For more pictures of the same place, from the same place, click the link below:




Toy Train From Kalka To Shimla, Leaving Barog Station, From A Distant Height


Toy Train leaving the Barog Railway Station, looks like a
snake crawling in the lap of nature. I took this video from
a distant height, just from a hill near Barog Railway Station.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Money Earned By Our Indian Tennis Players This Year

Paes : 132,399 USD
Bhupati : 195213 USD

Sania Mirza : 274,084 USD

I came across these figures in some hindi daily, today. Sania Mirza, who can be even beaten by our baddy star Saina Nehwal, not in Badminton but in Tennis, which I am sure of, is earning more in terms of money than Paes and Bhupati (who actually used to win). I do not know for what this girl is earning more that Paes and Bhupati, for losing? and that too in the opening rounds. World is not fair as Calvin's Dad say in Calvin and Hobbes, I guess holds true.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Water Boy - Not A Painting But A Digital Photograph

A boy fetching water, somewhere In Gurgaon.

The Dhebari (Indian Lamp)

The Dhebari (Indian Lamp)

I still remember these Indian Desi Lamps. Prepared by filling an empty bottle with kerosene oil, putting a small hole on the cap of the bottle and using an abandoned piece of cloth as a wick. I love the way these lamps leaves soot, and the sweet smell of burning kerosene. My grandmother used to make such lamps. These lamps were used in my childhood when there would have been a power cut, as a result of that we all used to gather around this ordinary lamp, leaving all the serious work, (like for me, getting away from studies) and chat, joke. All ambience suddenly used to turn gay. I still remember, myself, playing with the soot.

On The Turning Away....

A beggar boy begging and people turning away

I used to encounter a conversation with many beggars now a days. The only reason for that is when they approach me I look into their eyes, not with sympathy, or pity but with a smile. This smile naturally comes. sometimes I give them my smile, sometimes I hold a conversation, and very rarely I give them money, as I hardly possess any extra money, I do not earn and still dependent on my parents, guardians, so is the case.

But it naturally becomes impossible for me to ignore even those so called filthy and gross existences of the nature. But I have observed that mostly people ignore these filthy existences, which for me are delicate and innocent souls, only the small children who are in the business of begging. People those who offer money, they give it as a payment for getting rid of the shit. I can see on their faces. Good, at least they are supporting their business. I even appreciate people giving food to beggars near temples, the only good religion had done, till now.

But the in above picture, there is somthing different. This boy, as a daily routine was asking for food or money, but the gentlemen who are all set to get away, before getting away asked the boy several brutal question which if repeated again and again can turn him into a serious criminal or can turn him suicidal. They asked him, for their fun sake "for what your parents have brought you on this earth, just to abandon you? go and ask them, bring us an answer and then we will give you money, 'bastard' ". I wanted to ask you guys, for what did your parents have brought you, on this earth?

Kabeer have said, and he is absolutely right

पोथी पढ़ पढ़ जग मुआ पंडित भया ना कोई

ढाई आखर प्रेम का पढ़े सो पंडित होई


Monday, July 6, 2009

Wimbledon Finals - Mens, Roger Fedrer Vs Andy Roddick




First of all, what a final it was. I was never interested in watching Andy thrashed by Roger, if we depict from the past. But just on the day of the finals, in the afternoon, I came across an article about the influences of each player's wives on them. I came to know that Andy wished to quit tennis, and his wife influenced him to make a come back, and indeed it was hell of a come back. When a true quitter (in a sport or life or profession), comes back, he comes as a different person, reformed person. This was the thought that occured to me after reading that article, that this is not going to be the ordinary Roddick we have seen so far, but a reformed Andy Roddick. The match proves my point. No doubt he lost the championship, but not in his trademark style, but in a legendry style.


I watched the whole game. In the last set it occured to me, that we just do not have the sort of energy left to cover that extra one mile, which matters the most, to complete the journey. Which Roger Fedrer have in him. That is why, I guess 15 bears on his jacket.


I know that now Andy's not going to quit tennis for a long time, and will become the next number 1.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Come Aboard!!

Reminds me of my childhood, when I used to climb the back of an Indian Hercules (Mammoth Bicycle of India), in the mornings and afternoons, for home to school, and from school to home. I just used to enjoy those rides, because I hated going to school.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Yet again 'all Williams' Final at Wimbledon

Photo: img.skysports.com
I always hated this, 'all Williams' final. Which seems to be happening quite frequently, lately. Serena playing Venus, whom to support? or rather whom you hate less. I hate both of them because of their sheer power game, and my love for under docs. In semifinal, Elena Dementieva almost won herself a spot for the finals, do not know why she was constantly playing lose at crucial points. Mr. Serena Williams, rather Miss Serena Williams, who looks invincible (and also a wwe wrestler), many a times in the match looked like an elephant on knees to a lioness. I hate Venus less, so wish that Venus wins the finals!!

P.S. :- Serena and Venus Williams should also compete in mixed doubles. :)

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Incredible India

The Indian Doper, Choosing between drugs and food. Going with Drugs Because they are cheaper than Food.

The Indian Playground

The Indian Piercing

The Indian Mouth Freshner

Indian Ancients 1

Indian Ancients 2

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Jama Masjid, Delhi, India

A fakeer at Jama Masjid

Beggar At Jama Masjid

I was sitting near Palika Bazaar, listening to some music and reading Anna Karenina. When suddenly an Urdu Qawwali started playing in my ipod, and with that an urge to visit Jama Masjid aroused in me. And I went there, for the second time. But after reaching there it occurred to me that I am visiting for the first time only. I realized my eyes, ears, sensory organs, mind, everything has been changed or replaced since. I thoroughly enjoyed the ambiance, and atmosphere there. Here are a few pictures of that place I took.

All rest of other pictures I have uploaded on picasa, here's the link:



The Grand Entrance

A man washing off...The water is supposed to be taken out from the pond first, then in the drain you wash...to keep the pond clean...

Crowded It Is...

Pigeons all around


Meena Bazaar, Delhi, India


A Signboard Reading Meena Bazaar In Hindi, Urdu and English

A Shop Full Of Phrases From The Holy Quran


Meena Bazaar A General Outlook

Another Shop

Yet Another Shop

A lovely and congested place is Meena Bazaar. The best thing here, is to listen to the customer - shopkeeper conversation. If you understand a little bit of Hindi and Urdu, you will thoroughly enjoy it.

How to Reach?

Catch a metro train from anywhere for Chawri Bazaar. Come out of Chawk Hauz Quazi exit. Either you can take a rickshaw from there or you can walk. Here is a google map's link. Otherwise you can also ask anyone out there.

I Love Urdu.

I just do not know, but I have developed a great love for spoken Urdu language. I consider it the sweetest language, on planet Earth. Now a days listening to loads of Urdu Quawaalis!!

All rest of other pictures I have uploaded on picasa, here's the link:

Friday, June 26, 2009

Black And White Delhi

Thadi...I love These Thadis!!

Hmmm...Astrologer's....CP's Subway!!

THE DTC Bus!!

Nice Place Chosen For A Nap...Hot Concrete Ground...Just Beside The Traffic, This is Life

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Prashar Lake, Himachal Pradesh...Chapter Closed With A Conclusion

Prashar Lake, Himachal Pradesh.

I would now like to conclude my whole trip in this post. Many a things I observed. Firstly travelling alone has an undiscovered beauty in it, just try it and you will discover the beauty.

2) If you are authentic and innocent, I am not talking about acting authentic and innocent, but if you are, people no matter how bad or good loves you, and you love them.

3) One can survive, in any world. Everyone is born with that gift of survival. On the more if you surrender to existance, it will take care of your survival, so you do not have to worry, just be in the present, here in the moment.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Final Destination - Prashar Lake, Finally Reached. Day 2



My Book, And A Water Bottle
I woke up the next day 7:30 in the morning. After the usual stretching and rubbing, I got back to the canteen to ask for a place to shit. He showed me the direction to the open vastness. That means I was going to shit in the lap of nature. Found a nice and compatible place and had a good shit. After that brushed my teeth had a good meal. After having food I had no idea what am I going to do now. I just started walking for a change. After around about 10 minutes of walking I reached a place full of rocks and ahead a grazing ground (These grazing grounds I met many. And they are like a hope in a despair). Explored the terrain, climbed a few rocks, followed a few paths, met a few grazing cattle (includes horses, buffaloes and cows). After the whole exploration I opened the book I was carrying (Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy), read a few chapters in the state of bliss, which was there due to the nature and meditation.

The Food Joint, Prashar lake

I met a porter, in a while. His name was Mr. Bhagwan. I forgot to mention but there was a fair coming ahead. So he was there to put a toy stall. I talked with him, took his photograph, and promised him to meet in the evening for the food. In the afternoon had a good meal at 'THE' food joint, had a spiritiual conversation with the local people. Among them the watchman of the guest house (There are now three guest houses, which belongs to Forrest Department of India) became a good friend of mine. In the evening I met Mr. Bhagwan, had a few gulps of liquor with him. He took me to his family members who were present there for an Indroduction sort of thing. I took their photographs as well.

Mr. Bhagwan...A friend

Forgot my book camera at Mr. Bhagwan's place. These himachali people are so innocent, so pure, so honest that I started falling in love with those people. I got each and everything back. As I was a bit drunk and it was all dark, so I asked Mr. Bhagwan to guide me to the food joint. He offered me a stay. I was so willing to stay with them but my rucksack was with the watchman at the guest house. So I came back and after food, with the watchman made my way to the guest house, as he also had offered me a stay with him.

Mr. Bhagwan's Gang

Had a continues 3 hours spiritual talk with the watchman friend. Atlast he told me that, man you just spun my head, 360. After the talk I slept at 12 and the next day descended back following the right path this time.

Back To Delhi.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Final Destination - Prashar Lake, Finally Reached. Day 1


The Prashar Lake and Prashar Temple.

After having a couple of cups of tea and snacks. I took my camera and went towards the lake. That day there were thick black clouds covering the entire sky. Prashar lake was as calm and soothing as it could be. It was situated with a lush green surrounding. The site of the lake looked like, as if a Crater had fallen and left an impact, and result of that impact formed a lake. There are many high grounds surrounding the lake.

A shot of the Lake.

So, I climbed the high ground and did a sort of parikrama of the lake, looking the lake from different perspective or projections (isometric, dimetric and trimetric). It was as I am looking towards the colors of life i.e. pain, suffering, happiness, depression etcectra, etcectra from different perspective and projections. It seemed that all those terms are mind made.

Another shot, from another point.

Took photographs.

From beyond the boundary of Prashar Lake

Reached the highest point, inside the fence (Temple and lake is surrounded by a fence defining it's boundary). There was a rock. Sat on that rock. Meditated there for a few moments and started coming closer to the lake. Visited the temple, met a few people, chatted, and went near the lake for the first time, then. It was raining a little bit. Wind was blowing, carrying coldness. Just about perfect.

The very presence of lake was so peaceful, soothing that when I felt the lake consciously, there was some sort of gravity into it, which says stop running. Sat there on a plank for about an hour or so. Then lied down beside the lake and went into Akriya Dhyan. After I came back, I saw a man standing. He was looking very puzzled. He asked me, are you drugged? I said no ofcourse not. And I was not. He told me that doing drugs is not allowed here. He was a caretaker of the temple. I said 'I know that, and I assure you that I'll not do anything of that sort. Then surprisingly he whispered, that if you want to do, I have some and I used to smoke those stuff. I said 'no thank you'. There was no need actually, when so much meditation is flowing. I asked him for a night's stay in the temple's sarai.

I got a room. So after having food, from the food joint,

The exotic food.

chatting with the people there, then tea, I went to the sarai, for a good night's sleep. Room was perfect, just above the living room of goats. They were producing some very innocent voices once in a while.

My Hide-Out At Prashar Lake

I took out my sleeping mat and sleeping bag, and with Akriya Dhyan, slowly went into my sleep.

Bagi To Prashar Lake, On Foot


Australia in the sky

After the marvellous and yet simple food at Bagi, I removed my slippers and putted on my boots. Started all alone, with a strange feeling of excitement. There was a river flowing and a broad path was surrounding it. The tea - stall boy showed me the initial direction and told me that you will meet enough people in the way for assistance. I started taking the shortcuts which joined the broad road from one point to another, from low to high. I met a small village girl in my way who was not knowing any of the languages I speak. I asked her, which way to Prashar? She told me something in Himachli Language, which I got nothing of. But by her hand movements I got the direction.
From a grazing ground (on the way to Prashar Lake)

Followed the showed direction. After walking about 30 minutes I met a man, asked him about the trekking trail to Prashar lake. He told me you will find a visible trail, just you have to keep your eyes open to your right side. I took a break of 10 minutes, and started off again. One Important thing I want to tell you is, take with you 2 bottles of water, instead of one.

I missed the right trail completely, which I discovered later, and took a random trail, a few metres further from the right one. The path was full of thorny plants and guess work. At many places there were no visible trails. At some points there were thick thorny bushes which I crossed, damaging my sleeping mat and slippers (hanging at the back of my rucksack), got a few, very minor injuries, and met no one in the way after, over an hour of walk. Walking almost lost, alone in the woods was really a thrilling experience. I revisited through many emotions and feelings during my entire journey, that I have known or learned so far in my 22 years of life. May be this time I was more conscious of them. Hope, despair, fear, happiness, confusion, chaos, silence...was through all of it in a span of merely 1 hour or so. At times meditative at times not meditative at all. I was having the 60 minutes of my life.
Wrong but a beautiful path

After that one psychedelic hour, I saw a temple. There were 2 local girls praying there. They got a bit shocked seeing a stranger all sweat ed up. I asked them again the same old question, 'which way to Prashar Lake'. They first asked me from where I am? Then, how come I came this way? Normally no one choses the path, I had chosen for Prashar Lake. Then I came to know that I had taken an abnormal trail. I got a bit hopeless, from the thought that I have to go back and start all over again. But immediately I got assurance from those kind ladies that from here also you can reach Prashar. They offered me some food, bread and local butter, and showed me the way. The food was very bland and simple, but there was something in it. After eating it all up for the rest of my journey I never felt thirsty.
'The' food offered by 'the' local girls (I call it the thirst extinguisher)

After 2 hours I was on a sort of road. Saw a few boards (pictures of which are here) and rushed towards the lake. After having a momentary glimpse of the lake, I rushed for the food joint (as I was dead hungry). Had samosas and tea....And the story continues.....

A bug caught in a cotton ball

Found This On One of The Many Grazing Grounds On The Way To Prashar Lake.


Sign Board about Sage Prashar and a few Tips


So, Initially I was welcomed by this Iron Board
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