The Secret of the Nagas

This book I finished in one day, as i felt it very close to my imagination and more or less predictable to me. And this asking me to wait for final part of it. So waiting for this.

The Immortals of Meluha

I always had an interest in mythology, i mean in Ramayana, Mahabharata, Nal Damyanti, etc and this book gave me something which i was thinking.

Story he nice, if you change the name of characters and places it will be proper fiction but with those its mythological drama. Reviews are easily available on net.

Movie: Ijjazat

Cast: Rekha, Naseeruddin Shah and Anuradha Patel
             One day i was just doing my usual stuff on IMDB and found review of this movie, reviewers excited me about this movie, so that day evening only i saw this and felt just great. It’s a movie from one of best writer and frequent direcotor from india, he is non other than “Gulzar Sahib”. He directed few movies, Ijjazat came from him in 1987, there is something new about this movie, which now become old, and that is it’s story. In those days how many people will be know about relationship call “Living-in”, means without marriage living togather. Dialogs are poetic, songs are magical with Gulzar sahibs words and Lata ji’s sweet voice.
              Story is about a man, living with a girl (Maya) with out marreing him and one day Maya just disappered as her nature was like this. Man marries to another girl and maya returns in few months, so the emotions, comming from maya, that man and man’s wife are all about movie. One more very noticeable thing is, the way Gulzar sahib tels story, switching between past and present just great. I remember he said in an interview, “Knowing a person, without knowing his/her past is just knowing him/her half”, same thing can be seen in his movies.
                Perfect story, cast, dialogs, music and ending. If some one who loves classic drama, romance and like acting of “Nasiruddin Shah”, must watch this movie

Movie: Dead Poets Society

Cast: Robin Williams , Robert Leonard , Ethan Hawke , Josh Charles

              It’s a piece of art, which all directors and actors tries to create. This movie tells, how important a person’s dream can be for him, how a life can influence many. May be you have never heard about this movie and now if you search review of this movie on net, you will be surprised why the hell you missing it till now.
            Story is simple like, In a school where scholars get tought in traditional way and everything goes in same plan old way and one day a new teachers just appreared and showed a new way of learning things. Speaking un heard words, torn book’s pages and asking each and every one to be unique, beautiful or ugly doesn’t matter. Thats all about story but movie goes in such a way, you will think that “Let me too take my life this way”. 
            This movie is pretty old, 1989′s movie, and Bollywood movie named “Mohabbatain” is very much inspired from this. “Dead poets society”, I have seen many times, specially in winters. And always felt same magic. I should not talk much on this as you will belive me once you watch it. Go ahead for this.

The Story of my Assassins

I always reading book of experienced writers and those describes life of too many people not only centered characters of story. Tarun tejpal is one of them. I took almost one year to complete this book, reason is i paused reading for few month in last one month because my free time was consumed by some other activities. But since last one month, i am back on my regular relationship with books.
              Anyway book gave me a view and feel about society, where treating people like animal is part of business, where opting for extra marital affaires is normal as choosing tea or cold drinks, where people are ready to live on edge, people with great minds makes big bangs on masses. And apart from this book also told me lives about poorest people on this earth, those live would have been unknown to me as always if i would have missed this book.
 Like the journalist that he is, the message he wants to get through to you, needs to be read between the lines.

              On face value, his writing may hurt your sentiments and sting a bit but when you think about what he has written, you come to the sudden realisation that there is something to be learnt in here. At times, it does become a drag to read out the descriptions, but all in all, it keeps you going as there is this feeling to know more about the ‘assassins’ gnawing in your stomach. Tejpal ends the book with precision and beauty that a very few authors are able to accomplish.The book begins with a stray three-legged dog, that everybody in Tejpal’s society, tends to kick around when it comes in the way. The book ends with the same three legged dog. That stray mongrel who was being kicked around a few years ago, as it turns out, will one day end up saving his life and enable him to recite ‘The Story of his Assassins’.This book is a must read for the sake of the Indian in you.

Bothering pulses of mind

What a blind man thinks everyday, “If i would have had eyes i could also see thing these people talking about”. A one leg guy usually think, “If I would have had two legs i did walk always faster than anyone else”.

Some time i realize, last time when i got minor injury in my hand, how I eaten my food with one hand, how I read news paper. It was a temporary situation but I was so helpless, always looked for someone to help. That time I thought once i recovered from all these i will eat food most decent way, i will news paper in that way that there will not be any rankle and in no time i will turn page.

All these thing makes only one point, untill we don’t have something we say and think, if i would have have this thing i could have done this or that. Why don’t we use things with 100% utilization. If we have 10 fingers, why we can’t type faster than anyone. Imagine if a person lost his one hand in some accident, is it necessary that he ll type 50% lesser speed then you. No it’s not necessary, may be he can type 2 time faster than us or 3 times faster than us. If we have eyes why we can hit a target 10 meters far from us, may be a one eye person can hit it easily but we cant. Why? If  i am a Software Engg, i usually think its boring job, army job is so good, why i came here? why i decided to be SE?

These are most usual questions comes in everyone’s mind. But why these questions comes. Peoples says because its human nature, a human can never be satisfied. If its nature then why it’s like this, why human it’s not changing. Same people says nature or habits always change. carelessness made us so unaware of so many things. There is no end of such kind of thoughts.

The train to my village

                 Main ne inderpal bhaiya ko phone kiya ki shaam ki train se main bhi gao chal raha huin, bhaiya ne kaha ki bike le jao main ne kaha train se gaye bahut din ho gaye, aaj train se jauinga. 6:45PM train ka timing tha main ready ho raha tha tabhi mummy ne kaha ki indrapal yahin ayega cycle rakhne ke liye lakin nahi aaye, 6:40 tak tab main ne unko phone kiya unhone kaha ki cycle stand per khadi kar di hai. phir mujhe laga train choot jayegi aur main ne dharmendra ko bola ki bike se station tak chodo mujhe usne bike start kia aur main bag uttha kar chal diya. bike rukne se pahle he dekha ki train chal di hai ticket lene ka time nahi hai, main ek baar phir bina ticket ke chad gaya train main.
                 Train ke chalte he mujhe, mera train ke saath last wala incident yaad aaga. train ke door per log khade the main unke beech se nikal kar andar jaane kaga to hawa achanak badal gayi ek smell jo naak ko pasand nahi aayi mujhe jhelni padi phir main ne socha kahain baithne se accha hai ki door per he khada ho kar bahar dekuin aur hawa bhi uss smell ke bina milegi. train chal di thi, bahar sab kuch ped, log, building, zameen peech jaane lagi thi, bahut dino baad ye sab dekh raha tha bahut accha lag raha tha. Beech beech main ghoom ke peech dekh raha tha ki mere peeche kon khada hai aur kahin wo mere beg per ghat lagaye to nahi baitha hai. Beech main jab bhi train dheemi hoti to yahi dar lagta ki ticket checking na ho jaye aur last time ki tarah main bina ticket pakda jauin,  phir sochta ki yaar hawaldaar ayega 1000 duinga to uska baap bhi chod dega mujhe. Yahi sab sochte sochte train bakshi ke talab station per pahuchi.
                       Rukte he main utra aur ticket window per kahuch ka 50/- diye ticket ke liye usne 17/- liye aur baaki wapas kar diye. phir main train ke paas aaya train phir chal di thi. Paas jaate door ko pakda aur andar gaya iss baar door per kuch aur log bhi khade the to mujhe andar jaana he pada. khidki pakde kahada tha tabhi laga koi meri jeans kheech raha hai dekha to ek bhaisahab thoda sa khisak kar 5 inch ki khaali jagah ki taraf ishara kar rahe hain. Main ne bhi unko mana karna thik nahi samjha aur baith gaya jaise bhi baith paya. Phir bahar dekha to pahle ki tarah khet, ghar, gao sab peeche bhag rahe the, shaam ho gayi thi thoda andera sa tha, kheto main koi kaam karne wala nahi tha, log gharo ke bahar ya sadko per he dikh rahe the. Ab mujhe mitti ki khusbo aur thandi hawa mahsoos ho rahi thi, halki need si aane lagi thi. Main duske log main jaane he wala tha ki,  kisi ne mere aram main khalal dala, mere samne ek sardaar ji baithe the unko machcharo se badi problem ho rahi thi, calcutta ki trains ki safai ki baatain karne lage mujhse, main hain-hain karta raha, jab jyada ho gaya to main ne ucchi tone main kaha ye local train hai jiska sabse sasta ticket 2-/ ka hai, machchar to ayenge aur phir unhone ne mujhse koi baat nahi ki. Main phir bahar dekhne laga aur phir wahi sab meri aankho ke saamne tha jo kuch main iss train se dekhna chahta tha, jo feel kiya aur dekha wo expected se jyada accha lag raha tha. Phir mujhe pata he nahi chala time kaise guzar gaya, 30 min baad ataria station pahuch gaya. Train se utar kar inderpal bhaiya ko call kiya main ne aur bola ki station ke gate per huin, phir wo wahain aaye aur main unke saath apne gao ki taraf chal diya.

Random Thoughts….

ek diya unke naam ka jala kar ghar se niklte hain,
suraj   ki taraf  dekh  kar hum us  per  haste  hain,
andhero main ghoom  kar jab dil  bhar  jaata  hai
shaam  ko  diye  se mil kar  jagmaga   utthte hain

aazmaishye   hosalo ki   har dum  her  roz  karte  hain,
zindagi liye jaate hain unke paas aur marke laute hain
intezar hai uss din ka jab zinda laute unke aashiyane se,
zindagi ho zinda aur maut ki maut yahi dua mangte hain

kabhi  kabhi  sapne  main ek  shaks  dikh  jata  hai,
chehra dhoondhla aur haatho se mujhe bulata hai,
subha utt kar khwabo ki duniya per muskurata huin
per  ye  dil kai dino tak  un  haatho  ko  talashta  hai

kohre  se  aavaje  to  aati hai wo dikhai  nahi  deta,
marz to sabko bataya phir bhi koi dava nahi deta,
surat to yaad hai mujhe per aakhe khaali hai ab, isliye
un aankho ke intzar main in aankho ko sone nahi deta

Mind

Mind, Oh mind, my mind.

Why you are not in my control. You are mine but why am not your’s.

Just shut up and listen to me, I am your master and now you have to obey me.

Please don’t tell me, what i don’t want. Be in my control and don’t act smart.

When you had pain, i given you the cure, now i am in pain, say to me ‘relax’.

This time i want to throw you out, but its bad i can’t do that.

Can i replace you with a gud one, as am pissed off.

we were friends but you cheated me too silently.

please go away to never show up.

time ago i was small and you were good, but now its heart which better then you.

‘i am free to do anything’ what the hell you said to me.

baby come to me, i ‘ll kick you ur butt, ‘ll teach you a lesson you never forgot.

Please be like as you were earlier, we are the best buddies as ppl said.

It was you who gave me the thoughts, i trusted you but now it’s past.

I am leaving as i found, don’t come to me as i already discarded my mind.

Why he is An average?

An average child, average in sports average in studies. Grown up with same lyrics, everything starts with average. Average scholar, average son, average brother, average employee and average husband. All these average makes an average common person. This average common man thought so many things as a student, as a son, as a brother, as a husband as, as an employee, and without achieving those moved on. Why? Because his famille’s average social life is more importent than his extraordinary thoughts, and dreams. He could have been a some one else but his family will be in same condition as its today or not no one knows and his family never wanted to take this risk. He could have studied further and achieved something un-average but his family never wanted this, whatever was expected he did. If this common man wanted to do anything extraordinary thing he had so many thing to consider that’s why he is still an average common person.