Thursday, June 28, 2007
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
An everlasting feel of the trip still remains..... the bodies that are scarce to be seen here in roorkee remain floating in front of my eyes.... fresh air and large trees were largely pacifying and a treat in summer time. Our expert team .... comprising of ...me(was given a nickname sannata shaktimaan), pondy(THE PJ KING of the tour), muski, dheela ,bhutani(Our heeero ...tushar kapoor) and chuha(new entry in a mechanical majority) sailed out from barran land to hills.The journey was largely controlled by non sense comments of Pj king and his subordinate muski.
places meant for rambling: maaaaaaaaal road....and nothing else
Eye candies and delicacies welcomed us in dalhousie. Whole day journey extinguished when
lavish bounties and bodies were seen floating in the market. Finally we settled down and
went for the hunt.Then began the game of letters..... which continued throughout the
tour....various new acronyms appeared like SSTM , S^15M , TB ,HB .... (these one's were needed frequently).
Dalhousie was excusite and eye catching.We played hide and seek with the crowd(U know wat i mean).The only Low point was to visit chamba .... it had nothing to offer except some temples...(i m religious ... omg..)
place meant for site seeing .... one dirty lake ...apple orchard(a fine small trek)....
and then there was cream on the ice .....2 buses full of opposite sex....accompanied us....
we have to largely control muski , bhutani and ourselves not to go astray
3.Mc leod Ganj
the place meant for us:
heard ab2 it alot ...that "u will find hippies doping and playing guitars....."
but wat we found was lotta hippies ...lotta doping ...lotta maal....but no guitar...
we were even happy in that ....
more over that chuha managed us to get into a intelluctual bakar and a senti discussion ....with chuha himself , muski and sherry on brim of inebriety....
after 2 days of non stop peeping ...and eve-teasing as some might call it... we surrendered and flew back ...
we found a new fren ... chuha ...we enjoyed the trip ...
there is lot to go .... but may be in my next blog post ....
Friday, June 1, 2007
Incredulous benevolence and satisfaction
Is what decorates a poor’s life
Poor though only by penny
Yet DESPIED by the rich
Their pride left challenged
For being despised
Cry, they often to be hated
Seems to them, the distant
As happy as ever.
But is it??
As a rule of this complicated world
But simpler it goes:-
The Master hates the slave and
The slave despise them
So who’s superior? Prince or Pauper
There are questions unfolded,
And their answers a misery
The truth awaits the deserving
And deserving still waits,
Waits for a signal
That never turned green….
Will it??? EVER
Better it would be
To be hated and hated
So no pain, pains in ur heart
So that no emotion, remote what-so- ever
When you want it dark
Better it would be
To free urself from aviary
Think as you have always thought
Free of lacuna, freed from desire
What creates a masterpiece
Is the ugliness
The creator fears of
His dreams entrapped, dreaming integrity
Mixed in miserable proportion,
The clay as it seems
Awaits its destiny
To be loved and adored
As misery and as art
Think free and for ur self respect
Rather being martyr to impossible
To be hated
And learn integrity
For being hated
Hated I am and
Hated I always want to be
To be me
To be myself