A Perfect Date

 

There is a place in the southern extremity of India in the state of Tamil Nadu called Kanyakumari. An extremely popular tourist place notable for its historical and religious significance. The 3 seas viz. Bay of Bengal, Arabian sea and The Indian Ocean form a sangam there, and are famous for the colored sands.

According to Hindu legend, Kanya Devi, an avatar of Parvati, was to marry Siva, but as he failed to show up on his wedding day, the rice and other grains meant for the wedding feast remained uncooked and remain unused thereafter. As the legend goes, the uncooked grains turned into stones as time went by. Some believe that the small stones on the shore today, which look like rice, are indeed grains from the wedding that was never solemnized.

It was balmy, A Full Moon Day. The weather in the evening was gently pleasant, perfect time for us to take a stroll by the beach. The long absence of togetherness had sharpened the love between us , The present was trying to strengthen it. Of topics and reasons that are too vague to remember we choose to sit on the rocks and enjoy the sunset rather than trying the roaring sea. The silence was soothing and  the waves melodious. “Isn’t the sun looking perfectly red and round” – I said Yes.   On the Other side we could see the moon rising too. As if they were saying adieu to each other, The moon rose and the sun set at the same time. We were silent. The rays seemed friendly, illuminating everything in a way i had never seen before. It felt like the comforting warmth of a sweet embrace, stilling the heart, and causing the breath to hold for the slightest of moment. The kiss was perfect.

The Most important part, It wasn’t the place nor the sea nor the sun and the moon together that made it perfect. It was her.

An Unfinished Love Story

 

hobbes2 I still remember seeing her; First time after years on a railway station trying to jump out of a train.It was weird first time experience, I hadn’t really expected real butterflies inside but damn they were flying in all directions. I was catastrophically in love.

Six and a Half Years later… Thought I would never write…

A friend of mine asked me about someone; Someone I now Like, and strangely I was trying to deny myself the simple pleasure of saying true things – being in Love, People we care about and weirdly enough this memory popped up …

It’s funny how thoughts come up and how we remember things; Someone asking about love is usually a momentary conversation trying hard to drift away of the ill subject { “ill” – Jinki thek chalti hai unko yeh bukhar acha lagta hai, baakein to bus bimar hai. }. Its one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you and feel the responsibility towards that love. we were together for a very long time; It was her birthday in two day and i had no idea what to get send her as a present; She was far. The good part being that i could still surprise her – just by showing up. It was brilliant – her smile more beautiful than the stars. . I did show up. :)  “Love Takes time.. and a pinch of effort”

I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets. You were the best Diamond that ever shone in my Life. The Love is trapped in the heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

I do not know why; but somehow I remember you today. How the Hell can i ever stop writing about you ever..

The Boiling Frog Syndrome

#I Read this Good Story somewhere, found it worthy of sharing.

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Human Beings and frogs are the two creatures in nature who have tremendous power to adjust…

Put a frog in a vessel of water and start heating the water…

As the temperature of the water rises, the frog is able to adjust its body temperature accordingly…

The frog keeps on adjusting with increase in temperature…
Just when the water is about to reach boiling point, the frog is not able to adjust anymore…At that point the frog decides to jump out…
The frog tries to jump but is unable to do so, because it lost all its strength in adjusting with the water temperature…

Very soon the frog dies. What killed the frog?

Many of us would say the boiling water…

But the truth is what killed the frog was its own inability to decide when it had to jump out…

Think on It !!

धुआँ

– A Poem by Gulzar.

आँखों में जल रहा है पर बुझता नहीं धुआँ
उठता तो है घटा-सा बरसता नहीं धुआँ

पलकों के ढाँपने से भी,रुकता नहीं धुआँ
कितनी उधेली आँखों पर बुझता नहीं धुआँ

आँखो से आँसुओं के मरासिम पुराने है
मेहमाँ यह घर में आये तो चुभता नहीं धुआँ

चूल्हे नहीं जलाये कि बस्ती ही जल गयी
कुछ रोज़ हो गए है अब उठता नहीं धुआँ

आँखों के पोछने से लगा आग का पता
यूँ चेहरा फेर लेने से छुपता नहीं धुआँ

काली लकीरें खींच रहा है फ़िज़ाओं में
बौरा गया है, मुँह से क्यूँ खुलता नहीं धुआँ

चिंगारी इक अटक से गयी मेरे सीने में
थोड़ा-सा आ के फूँक दो, उड़ता नहीं धुआँ।

The Girl With No Name

I drove to Janakpuri, District Center; that’s where we used to hangout every now and then. The place is very familiar exactly as i remember it: The basement is full of shops selling zillions of Girly accessories and some chat-pakore and is opposite to the Chinese restaurant Bercos; Beside the steps there is a chocolate fountain shop – This guy puts chocolates on all kinds of biscuits &  cookies and serves. Then there is the golgappa wala opposite to satyam which is amazing. Couple of momos and Egg roll stalls can also be found there. It’s a good market, there is something for everyone. Never-mind.

There was a bench unoccupied and i took the space, Music from somewhere and the usual “Sawdhan” bhopu was distracting me; I tried to talk with no words. It was eerie. It was silent. Both killing me.

She said “Aur batao“; I continued to read without paying attention to the book trying to get her out of my head. Kuch baat nahi karni thi to bulaya kyun faltu ka – bekar me irritate kar rahe ho mujhe tum. I continued to read but the words had no meaning to me. I was thinking of responses but could not come up with anything to say; Few months ago i would have thought “Jawab hum kya dete, kho gae hai sawalo me”; I love you would have been pretty lame right now. We have not met for a long time – Time does not really heals; All it does is add memories. This was like I was playing chess with myself. Playing both sides;Both Winning-Both Losing.

I finally decided to keep the book down, It was not helping. I looked around at the all familiar surrounding and at the couple sitting next to me probably newly married-there was happiness. Lots of Metros had passed in the last hour. I saw her in multiple places-possibly hallucinating. I was sitting there alone with her.

Memoir of a Fine Evening.

Just another regular weekend and having nothing better to do i felt like having a coffee..

It was little chilly outside as the winters had just started and i could feel the Saturday sun going down and the cold making the coffee much more inviting. Driving at that particular time of the of the day have always make me feel happy and on reaching i ordered my Irish Coffee and it would have been bad to ignore the cookies so i added them too. Too my stuff; and found a couch in the corner.

Usually being alone makes the thoughts go crazy; you think work; you think Life; you think finances; people just out of college even end up being philosophical. With some stupid stray thought in my mind i noticed two girls gossiping and what better place to eavesdrop could i have got in hope of making my coffee even more enjoyable. Another sip and then that Girl; She was lying back on a beanbag;Her upper half completely sunk in it and was wearing blue jeans and kurti. She had one of those beautiful moon shadow-black hairs, bubbly yet ladylike smile, Deep dark eyes and not a care in the world, those silly strands of hair on her eyes which she was trying to move away (I was like – gettwayyy off her face) and chirping fluently! Thankfully without noticing the fact that i was looking at her. Of no reason a silly smile appeared on my face.  you can really float on clouds – Trust me! I was on one of them floating. I took the second sip a little cold by now and realized she not beauty queens with Gorgeous looks in Magazines. She was beautiful for that sparkles that came in her eyes when she was talking that were having a soothing effect on her friend. There was nothing temporary around her. I heard her and she was talking about her friend’s breakup and trying to express that “my only concern is you”.

My Coffee was cold now and the cookie packet unopened; I finished it and got up. This distracted her and she looked at me; I smiled and she smiled back. It was a Fine Evening.

The Day I Was Born “Again” #Miracle #Adventure #Love

I felt a sudden rush of gratitude and Love towards Life and Towards Every one i knew when i came back to shore. The guy who rescued me told me that ” you are the first person i have seen coming out alive from this sea in my life here”. It all started when…. (Akarsh , Prnks( Priyanku), Sardar (Khushish) , Anamika and her cell phone that took the only snap i have of the memory)…..

………….It had already been a boring week and we were working our way through final year of engineering with Fun, Boredom, Money crisis, Placement issues – ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Engg. is a degree which most of all will agree that shows colors rather than flavors.

I do not remember correctly but it was nerkundram juice shop where after having their awesome juices( I can always endorse for them- They are soooooo good) we planned to go to Mahabalipuram ( Happens to be a town in near Chennai, Tamil Nadu; Known for its beaches, Rock temples. 

We reached there as per plan (Thanks to prnks). Breakfast has as per Tamil nadu standards – Hated  the vada( Not complaining :D ). We then went to the beach .. ahaaaaaaaaaaa what breeze .. sea breeze always makes my heart fly ;). The tides were low and Sun was trying to get up high. Sardar and prnks were not into the sea and were enjoying the beach nad the view; I went into the sea and the Anamika was near to the shore but into water. We spent around 2-3 hours there then felt like should leave. Having an ice-cream near a beach on hot sand makes you feel like you are in New-Zealand or something. We then planned to leave but unfortunately found a short way into another beach with higher tides ( called foreigner beach ). being so tired we kinda slept on the stones for 30 min there. :) .. I took some snaps but of the other side of the beach. Anamika took some snaps of the sea ( she loves waves like i do ).

We went to that beach and boy it was awesome; close to 10feet high tides; and Foreigners ( Finally ); Better view and a small island in between. It was a bit scary so dropped the idea of going in. Finally we though to freshen up and me and sardar went to look for changing rooms. The roads in Mahablipuram are all made of stone. Me and Khushish kinda walked 3-4 kms,I was without slippers so got raches and cuts on my hell due to hot sand and broken glass on the beach. Now comes the part what i trying to forget for a long time :

After coming back to the sea I rushed in there to sotthe my feet. Anamika was standing nearby and she asked me to come out of the sea but the next i remember correctly is being pushed back by the waves. I tried hard to propel forward with no luck and was constantly being pushed back into the sea. the water was close to 10 feet now. I waved and Luckily anamika saw it; damn she waved back(though i was having Fun). I desperatly tried to swim but my hands were aching and eyes full of salt water without any proper breath. Then I remebered we talking the signal with both hands in the afternoon. I waved to her with both hands and she caught it. She came back to beach and told the other two. What i was able to see was they moving here and there; I know nobody knew swimming. I though i was going to die. Then two guys swimming nearby came to me; tried to drag me, give me breath orally as i was puffing. Hard Luck. One of them went inside sea and took me on his shoulders to push me out - NO LUCK. I hardly was able to breathe; Burning eyes and lungs are all i remember. They Left hope. Tides were overflowing my head and i my head was underwater;Leg desperately trying to find the base. I just gave up hope. Those are rare moments when you want to cry and tears cant come out of your eyes. I just closed my eyes . Might sound a bit fancy ” Did remember all stupid things; Parents, Work, friends, Kiss, Neverthing i would miss”. With every wave My head popped out for about a second and the next three things i remmber are :

  1. Priyanku Running Somewhere
  2. Some people running towards the sea.
  3. A boat distant apart – Bye akarsh.

Then a hand pulled me out of sea and i was on boat i guess; Vommited a bit.  He asked me ” Drunk or trying to commit suicide ” – NO for both.

Finally when i reached the shore Hugged everyone, The fisherman who saved me told that he has never seen anyone alive in the sea for more than 5-10 min there due to huge tides. I just thanked. Later My friends told me that they requested to lots of people on the beach to help – None came (No hard feelings ever). Later I vomitted enitre bucket of water in restroom. Luckily Nothing serious happened to me. Dint took bath for two days :P (The shower was scaring me ). Informing this to my parents was difficult but I did.

Now, It kinda of feels different; I wear a Pendant as a memoir brought from the beach that day to remind me to value Life in Every moment I live Onwards. Call it  Adventure if you may but i dont want another one :P. Miracle Indeed – Thank you Everyone . Love – Now its my Life.

P.S – For anyone reading this Post Please If you ever feel like Life isnt worth living for or that you should Die; Think Again. You are worth one Full Life by the Almighty. He trusted you; you better trust yourself.

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Memories- A journey apart from family (This is neither the beginning nor the ending of it.) #adventure

This collage is a tribute to all those friends who are included in this and whom I have missed out alike. Kindly bear with my writing for a while as it kept me engaged for nearly a night. Let me make a request “ DO accept thanks this time even though u think it is not required” ..!! Smile Now, let me provide you people with an apt write up to for sweet memories…!!

1. Thanks to my Respected Seniors who taught me all kinds of Nuisance possible to allow me sustain in this bad world Winking smile —-

To alok bhayia for his sheer nerve and outstanding courage which kept him apart from everyone else that I have ever meet in my life or will meet in future. To Tamojit bhayia for sharing his talent in a way that was pioneer in making me whatever I am. To yash bhayia for teaching me Microsoft Publisher and making it a point by example that the only thing that matters is the willingness to learn and nothing else. For vivek bhayia for teaching me to smile in all times and keeping super cool in any kind of circumstances. To all other like Arinjoy bhayia, sudarshan bhayia, santosh bhayia for being a friend and a brother rather than just seniors. I thank you all.

2. Thanks to all my friends who taught me to act like a nerd, Live, Sustain, fight, fight back,laugh and then to win in Life Smile

To Priyanku for being and more importantly remaining the oldest friend I made here. And I don’t remember a single time we fought or either of us have offended the other. Did a lot together and would have definitely achieved better things had we been in the same department. To Alfam and Pimpim for being the only source of my timid mechanical knowledge and helping me so that I am able to speak in certain places. To pimpim alone for combining with me so that we can screw together Ankur shyam(bechara)- and I know priyanku is itching too. To khushish for always being so sweet and trustworthy and happily accepting my dealings. For walking with me for 10kms which would never been possible without you. For staying awake till we took ticket in pune. To Alfam for always carrying team-garuda on his shoulders jiske karan uske baal ud gae; and building up that car which made our college proud. To Ankur shyam and him alone for always being available as a bakra for us.

To Dinesh rathore and Alok for working so hard on TGMC and doing great. For boring me with their weird java stuff which I admit that I never understood Smile with tongue out.  To dinesh alone for being good to me always and staying into booking there by freeing us from one more competitor with girls. To Alok for running like a wild bull on the sight of a girl Winking smile. To Nazir for always roaming here and there like a BSNL network and fighting with me for TEA.

To Biswajit, Munna, Bobby, Santosh for helping us out whenever needed and being there as good parosi even though they live upstairs. For giving me with Roti and makan(kapra mere pass tha) when needed for FREE (onion is Rs 40/kg nowadays) Smile with tongue out. To biswajit for being so selfless always and tolerating my khoon-choosne ka bimari. To bobby for reaming so and not becoming bobby darling. Best of luck to munna for finding his munni. Cheers for thumkas of santosh.

To Rahul Raj for being a patla insan and living his life fully. For you my friend I say Kurt kobain  might have chosen to commit suicide; u defiantly deserve multiple lives kyunki tu sala itna patla hai ke ek jindgi me to kuch nahi hoega tera. To Dharmendra for loving her so much and Ti-Ti-fiss. I have sympathy with you. “Yeh tera dil samajhta hia aur tera hi dil samajhta hai”

To Gunanand Prasad for sufficiently and successfully  accomplishing the task of sustaining as my roommate which is understandable for obvious reasons. To him and him only for not killing me despite of my Non-stop and continuous blabbering. To him and him only for cooking karela and not eating it himself. To him for being an ISO-Certified bartan dhone wala. To him for being such a romantic person with his girlfriend(Isko nahi delete karne wala mein-USP hai).

3. Thanks To all the girls for having so beautiful faces that was more important than all of the above people and also for inspiring mankind to work Winking smile

To Sheoli for being sherni and showing me the outstanding power of women. For talking long hours with your mom on phone which has been a matter of curiosity amongst a lot of people. For showing me that girls can choose to giggle or not. For being the only girl who have not said to me “Thappad khaoge tum” in my college. For keeping 200+ coins in her bag(have to find the temple where she sits) which makes it impossible to carry for her. For being so good listener(Trying to learn from her) and keeping cool.

To Sonal and Namrata for being my oldest girlfriends I can remember Winking smile. For sonal for making me believe that people can change if they choose to and to namrata for making me believe the other way. To sonal for not increasing her height thereby reducing her chances at marriage Smile with tongue out and to namrata for having so many emotions which can be compiled into a dictionary.  To namrata and namrata only for helping me out at certain incidents and to soanl for always being having enough money to give me treat.

To Ankita and Anamika for being so sweet friends and tolerating my poking whether it was in Facebook or in Life. To anamika for making me believe that girls can do eat chicken a lot. To ankita for always having time to roam with me.

To Naurin for thinking that I can program HMM and will complete this project. for being so good a speech and being my project partner.

4. TO ALL THOSE I HAVE MISSED …. YOU ARE THERE….!! This is not the ENd…..!!   Smile

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An Ode To Self #Love

A million words would not bring you back.
I know cause i have tried…!!
And a million tears wouldn’t  either.
I know because i have cried…..!!

And I wait…
For an endless song that never starts;
To hear again the rhythm of my heart.
For a cure to the age-old broken heart;
Thou only be found in the sands of Time.

For I travelled in search of my soul.
Into The Realms of Mind, Hitherto Unknown To Self

Because..
Only Someone who has cried a great deal understands…
Why someone else wants to stop the tears.
For a glacier that will never know how to become a river.
Until guided by the rays of the sun.

I do not know of the wait
For the light of hope.
But,
Trust me when I say
For the craving of the glacier
Because..
It had waited For
The ray of light to come,
The ray of hope to come,

And I have waited

For The Life to Come,
For My Hope to Come..  Smile

Quote of the Day:
The two foes of human happiness are pain and boredom.
–Arthur Schopenhauer

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Making better presentations PowerPoint and Pptplex

If you are not satisfied with the efficiency or PowerPoint or simply want your slides to be more interactive than they are PptPlex is the solution for you.

pptPlex uses Plex technology to give you the power to zoom in and out of slide sections and move directly between slides that are not sequential in your presentation. Pptplex overcomes the limitation of linearity in the presentation by changing the way we create slides to deliver them in a non-linear way in order to give a stronger impact to our audience.

It works as an add-on to an existing 2007 and 2010 installation of Microsoft office.

Official lab page – http://www.officelabs.com/pptplex

Download page -http://www.officelabs.com/Pages/Default.aspx

Although it is very simple to start with and give your slides a makeover; In case you need a tutorial

Check out – http://www.howtogeek.com/howto/35044/do-a-complete-makeover-of-your-powerpoint-slides-with-pptplex/