Monday, April 27, 2009

Terrific Traffic...

Within every nerve and all the clots,
am overloaded with just thoughts.
Clumsy topics accumulating my mind,
To which there's no escape,no hide.
Be it in the bed, or wandering on roof,
My mind doesn't leave me aloof.
Without any signal,without any horn
This traffic has no dusk,no morn.
When I wanna be at my best,
These hefty thoughts don't let me rest.
Pricking pain and Tickling brain,
Zillion of ideas, how to drain.
Awestruck, a thought struck, fearing brain sick,
Poor me with this Terrific Traffic..!!!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Sanchaiyta-ek koshish...

Since last few days,my mind is compelling me to take time and write something about our 'Sanchaiyta'..and today, finally somehow i managed carving out few dear frnds(Sanchaiyta's founders), take dis as an experimental attempt, as i might nt b gud when it cums to, sorry for ne mistakes made..ur views on how to improve are always welcome..
Ok..For other visitors, first of all let me introduce u all to our 'Sanchaiyta'..It's an NGO formed by seven of us fellow friends, just a small attempt to help those,who are not as privileged as we are.Few of our Contributions include- donation to earthquake victims via Army Relief Fund, donating a watertank to Tsunami affected people, donating to an organisation called HCRA where our sum was contributed for surgical treatment of the children.I would like to thank all our members and co-founders for their immense support and cooperation at every stage.
We believe that - Your minute endeavor can make a difference in a person's life..
For you it would mean nothing,but for someone,it could mean everything.
Now,I'll take u towards our journey of Sanchaiyta...

We were a group of buddies,

had to do a lot, apart from studies.
We decided to do a deed, by collection
to help those in need, with affection.

To do something incredible, was an urge
That's what made seven of us to merge.

A small penny can sometimes do wonder,
can make the lives of feeble, splendor.
It's the matter of minuscule effort, not pride,
to help those who're deprived.

Sanchaiyta-it got it's name.
We promised,it'll attain fame,
We'll work hard to help the poor and lame.

It was then,we laid the foundation.
It was then,we started with strong determination.
It was then,we initiated with the contribution.

Tsunami came as a catastrophe,leading devastation
Earthquake took thousands of lives without hesitation,
We donated as per our will,what we found to our best
Just to help those who were not like rest.
This is just an example to cite,
Sanchaiyta was meant with a motto to extirpate the plight.

It was something that kept us contented,
which we fulfilled whole-hearted,
helping those who wanted.

Then our effort was extended with generosity,
blended with little publicity,
As an outcome,others joined us for the sake of humanity.

Soon, we grew into a large family,
everyone coming along vivaciously,
to lay the helping hand calmly.

Then, what was seen was congregation,
started the process of registration,
Did more of charity and donation.

Yes, we did it..!!!
Now,our Sanchaiyta is flourishing like a child,
and will move like a glide,
what all it needs, is your support and stride..

Come,Join us in our journey of bringing smile to people's faces...
Those people,whose fate has been sealed by the clutches of cruel destiny...

Saturday, April 25, 2009


Here's what u call heights of creativity..came across when i was crawling thru another blog and found it worth posting...
it's the G-Talk status message kept by someone..

Just move on...

I don't know how it came, but the words started pouring and it turned into another composition of mine..specially, dedicated to all those who are facing struggle in life, to all those diminishing faces.just giving dem a message that "its when things seem worse,its then that u must not quit".
So, Just move on...

When life starts playing a game,
When u're miles away from your aim.

When things become complex,
When u ought to be hopeless.

When life seems like a hell,
When nothing goes well.

When the chosen path is full of twists and turns,
When failure is the only thing left to earn.

When nothing occurs as per expectation,
When worries+fear=life becomes the equation.

When there are no friends beside,
When darkness surrounds u from every side.

When u want to smile but u have to sigh,
When the situation makes u cry.

Whatever u do, but not quit.
Dare, u give up.
Dare, u turn back.
Accept da challenges coming,
With a face always blooming.
Chose to fight, and stick to beat.
Success will definitely lick your feet..!!!

हार नहीं होती..

Heyy..dis one is in Hindi..
it's a true source of inspiration for me..i get an inbound strength after going thru it..

लहरों से डर कर नौका पार नहीं होती,

कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती

नन्हीं चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती हैं,

चढ़ती दीवारों पर सौं बार फिसलती हैं।
मन का विश्वास रगों मैं साहस भरता हैं,
चढ़कर गिरना गिर कर चढ़ना न अखरता हैं,
आखिर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।

डुबकियाँ सिन्धु में गोताखोर लगाता हैं,
जा जाकर खाली हाथ लौट आता हैं,
मिलते ना सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दूना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में,
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।

असफलता एक चुनौती है - स्वीकार करो
क्या कमी रह गई देखो और सुधार करो,
जब तक न सफल हो नींद चेन की त्यागो तुम,
संघर्षो का मैदान छोड़ मत भागो तुम,
कुछ किये बीना ही जय जयकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।

- हरिवंश राय बच्चन

Friday, April 24, 2009

Missing Mysore Infosys - Great Poem..The Last Wish

The author of this poem is unknown, but could not resist posting it.Just, Hats off to his/her great piece of work..
It depicts some of my memorable dayzz spent at Infy, Mysore, those training dayzz..just going thru the flashback.. Gone are the days,now, only left with the memories to refresh..!!!

One year ago we joined a new college.
To earn few penny and gain some knowledge.
Afar from home in the cold chilly weather
At heaven of Mysore we all got together.

The morning rush with the roommate
Racing the cycle for not getting late
The torture started at the strike of nine
We survived by keeping messenger online

The afternoon session was really an overkill
Since Mysore food was indeed a sleeping pill
Submitting the assignments was a total waste
As we followed the magic trick of copy-paste.

The junk forwards continued to flow
We waited whole week for the new movie show
Along with friends when everything was quiet
We roamed around the campus till the late night.

The modules and compre didn't let us sleep
Some cleared away while others had to weep
Results came out, no more hosting
We had to leave, as per the posting.

Battle for swap then began soon
Mailboxes spammed by every goon
Giving last look to the gratifying paradise
The Infy guests left with the watery eyes.

We all settled down in the different places
Though memories of Mysore left in the traces.
New friends and colleagues now we have made
The old intimacy is slowly going fade

An year gone by since we had a start
Moments of past is stirring my heart
In the noisy world today am losing my mind
The last wish I make, if time could rewind.