Jaane woh kaise log the jinke pyar ko pyar mila
Hum ne toh jab kaliyan maange kaaton ka haar mila
Bichad gaya har saathi dekar pal do pal ka saath
Kisko hai phursat jo thaame deewane ka haath
Humko toh apna saaya aksar bezaar mila
Jaane woh kaise log the jinke pyar ko pyar mila
Not quite sure why I posted this here.
This song has been in my head for the past couple of days…one of my all-time favourites…such lyrics that I almost feel like crying everytime I hear it.
Amazing how just a few lines that some person that you've never met in your life wrote can sometimes mean so much to you. That’s why I love words so much. They talk about a picture being worth a thousand words but nothing will ever beat words for me.
By the way speaking of something touching, saw a clip on youtube that brought tears to my eyes. Such a simple concept, yet it really gets to you. A must watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdUUx5FdySs
A lot of lessons that we could learn from that kiwi. Life isn't about what you cant do but what you can. If only we all spent less time thinking about what we don’t have and go about believing that things will get better. Reminds me of yet another of my favourite songs. A complete mood change from the previous song…this one, while sad is quite uplifting (a bit like the kiwi video).
Toota toota ek parinda aise toota ki phir ud na paaya
Loota loota kis ne usko aise loota ki phir jud na paaya
Udta hua woh aasmaan se aakar gira zameen par
Khwabon mein phir bhi baadal hi the woh kehta raha magar
Ke Allah ke bande hasde, Jo bhi ho kal phir aayega
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Time to move on from cricket
The indian team has lost. Do I care? Well I did for the first few hours after it happened…but then now I can honestly say I don’t. Watching them play, you could see that they just didn’t want it enough. After the loss to bangladesh every person I know critisised the team to no end while I stood firmly by them saying 'they had a bad day. That’s it'…but that really isn't it! They deserved to lose the two games that they lost because they played badly. Nearly every one of them! And yes for a moment I will jump on the now popular 'bash-tendulkar' wagon because the entire country for more than a decade has been obsessed with the man. I was watching a show on NDTV that was analyzing India's exit from the world cup and 3 out of every 4 callers was asking the hosts, Siddhu and Jadeja what the future of tendulkar was. Not indian cricket…but Tendulkar!! I mean really?! I have stopped turning on NDTV now because all they do is use the same crappy words to describe india's exit. What's the point of all this talk. Its over! Move on! And think of it this way…the way they played…had they managed to make it to the super 8, what is the guarantee that they would have won any of the games apart from Ireland perhaps (if even that I can hear some of you think!). So maybe this is better than being humiliated 5 times over? Cuz seriously, there's no way they can beat South Africa, Australia or New Zealand the way they're playing at the moment!
Anyway, at the end of the day, its just a game. And I don’t know when people will start to realise that. Ok they played badly, ok they deserve to be questioned about the way they went about their task. But burning effigies? Throwing stones at their homes? What kind of crap is that? Do people in India and Pakistan really have nothing better to do with their time?
And I heard on the news today that a man in India committed suicide because he bet a large amount of money on the India-Bangladesh game. Another death in the name of cricket.
And of course, who can forget the biggest news in cricket at the moment? Bob Woolmer murdered. Whatever the reason may be…it had something to do with cricket. A GAME!! Which caused a person's death! You would think people would learn a lesson to not take the game itself as seriously. But here they are making a national issue out of a team's loss at a GAME! Do they even realise the sort of coverage all that gets outside the country. The way burning effigies and destroying property is portrayed by the western media? What does that say about India? I’m embarrased when I watch the news here. When will they grow up?
On a slightly more positive note...I'm not trying to say that supporting sport is bad. Its great to feel pride in your team/country. But just take it with a pinch of salt please! As for me...I will still watch the world cup. And support my number two team...they thankfully have been doing well so far. Go Black Caps :)
Anyway, at the end of the day, its just a game. And I don’t know when people will start to realise that. Ok they played badly, ok they deserve to be questioned about the way they went about their task. But burning effigies? Throwing stones at their homes? What kind of crap is that? Do people in India and Pakistan really have nothing better to do with their time?
And I heard on the news today that a man in India committed suicide because he bet a large amount of money on the India-Bangladesh game. Another death in the name of cricket.
And of course, who can forget the biggest news in cricket at the moment? Bob Woolmer murdered. Whatever the reason may be…it had something to do with cricket. A GAME!! Which caused a person's death! You would think people would learn a lesson to not take the game itself as seriously. But here they are making a national issue out of a team's loss at a GAME! Do they even realise the sort of coverage all that gets outside the country. The way burning effigies and destroying property is portrayed by the western media? What does that say about India? I’m embarrased when I watch the news here. When will they grow up?
On a slightly more positive note...I'm not trying to say that supporting sport is bad. Its great to feel pride in your team/country. But just take it with a pinch of salt please! As for me...I will still watch the world cup. And support my number two team...they thankfully have been doing well so far. Go Black Caps :)
Monday, March 19, 2007
The new year is here
It’s Ugadi...the telugu new year…(also the new year for maharashtrians and kannadigas I guess)
Anyway guess how my new year started?
Put a bit of paint on the back of a workmate's car while I was trying to squeeze into a parking spot! In my defense, the car on the other side of the spot I was trying to get into had parked on the line so I had to be quite close. But that doesn’t excuse it! So let the jokes about women drivers begin! Oh well, could have been worse…at least it was only a bit of paint, no dent or anything! Yes I'm sure!
On a more serious note, I have a feeling this year is going to be a fresh start for me. Or I hope it will be. Not that there's anything wrong with my life at the moment, but of late I have started to feel a bit tired of the same thing. I'm looking forward to change. To new beginnings. And well I know change is coming. Only a few months to my big move! And there I'll be in the big bad world without the protection that home offers. Scary…but I cant wait!
I don’t know what the new year holds for me but here's hoping that it is filled with new challenges and lots of new friends. Happy Ugadi :)
Anyway guess how my new year started?
Put a bit of paint on the back of a workmate's car while I was trying to squeeze into a parking spot! In my defense, the car on the other side of the spot I was trying to get into had parked on the line so I had to be quite close. But that doesn’t excuse it! So let the jokes about women drivers begin! Oh well, could have been worse…at least it was only a bit of paint, no dent or anything! Yes I'm sure!
On a more serious note, I have a feeling this year is going to be a fresh start for me. Or I hope it will be. Not that there's anything wrong with my life at the moment, but of late I have started to feel a bit tired of the same thing. I'm looking forward to change. To new beginnings. And well I know change is coming. Only a few months to my big move! And there I'll be in the big bad world without the protection that home offers. Scary…but I cant wait!
I don’t know what the new year holds for me but here's hoping that it is filled with new challenges and lots of new friends. Happy Ugadi :)
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Weekend weekend!
Ever felt like our whole life is based around weekends?
Thursday and Friday we ask each other what we plan to do in the coming weekend.
Monday and Tuesday we ask each other what we did during the last weekend.
So basically our whole week (and in that effect our whole life) barring perhaps Wednesday is based around the weekend.
Or is it just me? :)
Thursday and Friday we ask each other what we plan to do in the coming weekend.
Monday and Tuesday we ask each other what we did during the last weekend.
So basically our whole week (and in that effect our whole life) barring perhaps Wednesday is based around the weekend.
Or is it just me? :)
I must have done something right!
My aunt and uncle were talking about a particular form of Astrology in india that preaches that what you did in your past life effects what you go through in your life now. They have immense faith in this belief. If this is true, I believe I must have done something right then because I feel blessed.
In over 23 years of life, barring a few disappointments, I have never felt real sorrow and never faced problems. My parents and my family (immediate and extended) - I have no words to describe how amazing they are and how much they mean to me. I have had great friends at every stage in my life (and again no words can say how grateful I am for the part they've played in my life). I have met with success in my studies, my career at every step. I have everything anyone could ever ask for. It has always made me wonder what I have done to deserve this. Many a times I have gone through life believing I have won some sort of a lottery and I'm living a fantasy but get scared that one day my luck will run out. What if one day God realises that I have had more than my share? What a scary thought.
I'd rather not think about that. All I can do is thank Him for all he has given me and for the people I love and who love me. And pray that he always keeps them happy.
In over 23 years of life, barring a few disappointments, I have never felt real sorrow and never faced problems. My parents and my family (immediate and extended) - I have no words to describe how amazing they are and how much they mean to me. I have had great friends at every stage in my life (and again no words can say how grateful I am for the part they've played in my life). I have met with success in my studies, my career at every step. I have everything anyone could ever ask for. It has always made me wonder what I have done to deserve this. Many a times I have gone through life believing I have won some sort of a lottery and I'm living a fantasy but get scared that one day my luck will run out. What if one day God realises that I have had more than my share? What a scary thought.
I'd rather not think about that. All I can do is thank Him for all he has given me and for the people I love and who love me. And pray that he always keeps them happy.
Its not just about the cricket
Sadly India lost to Bangladesh. I mourned their loss but still refuse to give up on them, and am hoping for the best. Another shocking result followed on the same day. First India lost to Bangladesh and then even more surprisingly, Pakistan lost to Ireland. And in the process got knocked out of the world cup. Cricket sure is a funny game!
As if that wasn’t enough, today's sports news were filled with news even more shocking and noone was talking about cricket. Bob Woolmer, Pakistan's cricket coach of a long time had a heart attack and passed away. At the age of 58 with no history of heart disease. How ironic that just yesterday the papers were filled with stories of how he is going to have a difficult time ahead, with Pakistan being eliminated in the first round of the world cup, and how he will be answerable to a lot of people. Who would have thought that fate had something entirely different in store. So forget mourning cricket losses. I guess life has taught us to not get too caught up in trivial issues. Here's a silent prayer for Bob Woolmer and his family. May they find peace.
And a note to me: Its not just cricket. Life is a funny game.
As if that wasn’t enough, today's sports news were filled with news even more shocking and noone was talking about cricket. Bob Woolmer, Pakistan's cricket coach of a long time had a heart attack and passed away. At the age of 58 with no history of heart disease. How ironic that just yesterday the papers were filled with stories of how he is going to have a difficult time ahead, with Pakistan being eliminated in the first round of the world cup, and how he will be answerable to a lot of people. Who would have thought that fate had something entirely different in store. So forget mourning cricket losses. I guess life has taught us to not get too caught up in trivial issues. Here's a silent prayer for Bob Woolmer and his family. May they find peace.
And a note to me: Its not just cricket. Life is a funny game.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
A depressing experience
Just returned from a great holiday (speaking of which, I swear I will NEVER complain about the traffic in Auckland EVER again after visiting london, hyderabad and bangkok). The whole experience was fantastic except for the last day. I went to a place that I will never forget.
In bangkok there is a place called the elephant park (or zoo..or something). I assumed that it'd be a wildlife park where I'd see wild animals roaming about. Or at the very least a zoo like the one in Auckland. The first thing that I saw there depressed me to no end. I love tigers. I've always thought that they're the most majestic creatures on the planet, and the walls of my room are plastered with pictures of tigers. So what do I see as soon as I walk in? Too huge, fully grown, absolutely beautiful tigers chained to the ground with chains less than a foot long. And for 100Bahts you could get a picture taken with them. So there they were. People holding up the tigers tail and smiling for the photo, stripping them away of all their dignity. I really had tears in my eyes.
Walking through the park, things didn’t get any better. We saw elephants chained that people paid 10Bahts to feed. And the way the elephants were going for the food, it was obvious they had been starved just so they would perform tricks for people who were giving them food. The next part of the park were elephant rides. And though I was apprehensive to take part in it, I went along. It started off fine, till I saw that the guy who was making the elephant move had an iron nail in his hand. Which he used to poke the elephant with everytime it seemed like it would stop. As if my day couldn’t get worse. I couldn’t wait to get off that elephant and through the rest of the ride I really had to stop myself from crying everytime the guy poked the elephant.
And now I feel so guilty, because I was a part of that. If people like me didn’t go wanting to see that crap, they wouldn’t have a place like that would they?
Why are we all so cruel? Do animals mean nothing to us.
I don’t think I will ever in my life get over watching those tigers.
In bangkok there is a place called the elephant park (or zoo..or something). I assumed that it'd be a wildlife park where I'd see wild animals roaming about. Or at the very least a zoo like the one in Auckland. The first thing that I saw there depressed me to no end. I love tigers. I've always thought that they're the most majestic creatures on the planet, and the walls of my room are plastered with pictures of tigers. So what do I see as soon as I walk in? Too huge, fully grown, absolutely beautiful tigers chained to the ground with chains less than a foot long. And for 100Bahts you could get a picture taken with them. So there they were. People holding up the tigers tail and smiling for the photo, stripping them away of all their dignity. I really had tears in my eyes.
Walking through the park, things didn’t get any better. We saw elephants chained that people paid 10Bahts to feed. And the way the elephants were going for the food, it was obvious they had been starved just so they would perform tricks for people who were giving them food. The next part of the park were elephant rides. And though I was apprehensive to take part in it, I went along. It started off fine, till I saw that the guy who was making the elephant move had an iron nail in his hand. Which he used to poke the elephant with everytime it seemed like it would stop. As if my day couldn’t get worse. I couldn’t wait to get off that elephant and through the rest of the ride I really had to stop myself from crying everytime the guy poked the elephant.
And now I feel so guilty, because I was a part of that. If people like me didn’t go wanting to see that crap, they wouldn’t have a place like that would they?
Why are we all so cruel? Do animals mean nothing to us.
I don’t think I will ever in my life get over watching those tigers.
The power of prayer
Inspired by another blog by a friend I read which talked about the point in praying…
I am starting to wonder if praying for something particular has any effect on God. There was something recently that I prayed very very hard and very long for but didn’t get…so does that mean I should lose faith in God himself? Well thankfully, I haven't and my faith continues to stay strong. I've realised that whatever God has given me or hasn't given me is perhaps what is best for me. I obviously cant understand the reasons why things happen sometimes, but who am I to question Him?
Which brings me to the question that I have always wondered about…
I keep saying 'everything happens for a reason, just wait for the reason to happen'…that would mean I believe in destiny right? But I also believe that it is me who makes my destiny…such a contradiction…and I have no idea what I believe.
One thing that I do believe in is God. That as long as my conscience is clear, God is always there for me and he wont let me go down the wrong path. And if I do, he'll give me a sign…as he always has. There have been times in life where my faith has faltered and I've wondered if there really is a God..and if He exists, why He let me be hurt. But perhaps it was all to help me grow as a person. To teach me to deal with the world. Because through every test I know I have grown. And I have come out a more confident person.
I've now stopped praying for things to happen. All I pray for every day is for God to always be with me and to help me keep my faith through everything.
Itni shakti hame dena daata
Mann ka vishwaas kamzor ho na
I am starting to wonder if praying for something particular has any effect on God. There was something recently that I prayed very very hard and very long for but didn’t get…so does that mean I should lose faith in God himself? Well thankfully, I haven't and my faith continues to stay strong. I've realised that whatever God has given me or hasn't given me is perhaps what is best for me. I obviously cant understand the reasons why things happen sometimes, but who am I to question Him?
Which brings me to the question that I have always wondered about…
I keep saying 'everything happens for a reason, just wait for the reason to happen'…that would mean I believe in destiny right? But I also believe that it is me who makes my destiny…such a contradiction…and I have no idea what I believe.
One thing that I do believe in is God. That as long as my conscience is clear, God is always there for me and he wont let me go down the wrong path. And if I do, he'll give me a sign…as he always has. There have been times in life where my faith has faltered and I've wondered if there really is a God..and if He exists, why He let me be hurt. But perhaps it was all to help me grow as a person. To teach me to deal with the world. Because through every test I know I have grown. And I have come out a more confident person.
I've now stopped praying for things to happen. All I pray for every day is for God to always be with me and to help me keep my faith through everything.
Itni shakti hame dena daata
Mann ka vishwaas kamzor ho na
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