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Eleven is the first number which cannot be counted with a human’s ten fingers. Hence, it may as well represent the human mind taking an effort to go beyond the obvious and expand the boundaries of the doable.

Apollo 11, beyond the obvious.

I am tagged in such an exercise which has 11 questions to answer, 11 questions to frame and 11 people to tag. A warm thanks to Usha Aunty for giving me such wonderful food for thought. I have come to adore you from the very little time I have known you. 🙂

Usha Aunty is a much loved teacher and like all our favorite teachers in school, she is as strict as she is sweet. 🙂 Hence, here come the rules for the tag :

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them!

I love reading and doing tag posts as they are mini-interviews, where you interview yourselves ( and you get to play the imaginary reporter with the recording machine). *switches the imaginary recorder on*

Kamikaze answers

1. In one word, what have you gained, in life, that you hold most precious? (there, that rules out “weight” :P :P )

Insight

2. In three words, a pet peeve?

People feigning refinement
3. A word you think you use a lot, unconsciously :D ?

Obviously

4. What is it that you love to do, most, and would rather spend your time doing it?

I love interacting with people from diverse backgrounds. I can spend a lot of time talking to any person, be it a rustic farmer, household help, teenagers born and brought up in cities, techies, artists….you name the kind of people and I will always find something to talk on. 🙂

If this question refers to a skill, I can spend hours writing 🙂 and I actually have a larger part of my lovely work involving it.

5. What do you think others think of you?

Gaaha! This is a googly!

First I think, people think I am a chatterbox and a miya mithoo (If I am not awed by the person. In that case, I sit quiet). People who don’t know me well, might think I profess to be a know-it-all. People who know me well, think I unnecessarily say that I don’t know things, I don’t make full use of my capabilities in any field.

My besties think I am crazy with a new topic to chase every week. Nevertheless, they love me for my nerdy talks and lovingly reprimand me for my self-deprecating way of talk. They admire me for my composure in tough times.

To sum it up, people who meet me might have diametrically opposite views – One that I am crazy and don’t know anything about the real world out there! And the other that I am a very knowledgeable person. 😛 (This is completely untrue).

6. Who would you say made you who you are today (other than your parents, if that is what you would answer :) )

If it weren’t ‘who’ in the question, I’d say books. In my growing up years, where I formed my thought process, I read Bhagat Singh a lot. He has made me the kind of person I am.

7. What gives you joy?

Small things in life. Watching clouds float by, birds practicing formations in the evenings, the first star at twilight, cats and dogs (any pet for that matter), spending time talking to gracefully aging people and getting to know the treasure troves of knowledge they hold…..the list goes on.  🙂

8. Your all time inspiration?

Sardar Bhagat Singh.

9. If you could go back to one moment in your past, which moment would it be?

A toughie! It depends. One goes back either to do the things differently than one has done so far or to relive the happy moments. I would like to go back to the annular eclipse of August 11, 1999, which I watched with Baba, at the dam near our place. No words can describe the natural beauty of the phenomenon that manifested itself as darkness set in, the dam’s water reflected the ring and birds started flying homewards dead in the noon. I had planned watching it since about ’93. And that noon which I spent discussing the eclipse and life with my dad was an experience I will cherish all my life.

10. Do you believe in alternate lifetimes? If so, what is the you there doing now? (It’s actually one question, with two parts :D )

I don’t believe in alternate lifetimes, I think life now is exactly as it is meant to be at any given time. But this is a fun question so here is my answer :

Can I be a cartoon? I am garfield and am lazing on the sofa. Well, that’s what I am doing now. So I gotta find another one. I am an airforce pilot, I’ve been part of several covert operations and right now, I am being selected for a confidential military space mission to assess and sabotage the space encroachment plans of China. (Heeha! You may take Arunachal but you can’t take over the real Arun’s (Sun’s 😛 ) space).

11. What makes you you?

Don’t ask. Only I can submit a Applied Sciences file in an Electronics subject lab in First Year engineering by mistake (the file even got submitted and stamped!) and find out the goof-up next day in the Applied Sciences submission, tip-toe into the Electronics lab, get it back, replace with actual file and then submit the Applied Sciences as though nothing has happened! Goof-ups, they make me, me. 🙂 And my ability to get past them successfully too 🙂 The nerdy and the more professional would term it risk management.

Already done?! Sigh…I was liking answering them. Thank you for the interesting questions Usha Aunty 🙂
So here’s the part where I ask a few questions, 11 to be precise, in my imaginary reporter role : Kamikaze asks




Gee, I feel very sheepish to have put the project on hold like this. Anyway, this is a floating composition based on ZNMD’s awesome poem, Zinda Ho Tum by Javed Akhtar. I can’t fill in his shoes or have the refinement his words have, but these came randomly to me while commenting as an Alpha user on the site we are developing. Here they are –

jaan kar bhi anjaan ho,
to zinda ho tum.

toot kar bhi pure ho
to zinda ho tum.

registan ki me ret ke zarre sa tapna seekho,
bawandar si taqat rakhkar thandi hawa sa baho tum.

dilo me bechainiyan leke chal rahe ho,
to zinda ho tum.
bechainiyon ko jeene ka sabab bana sako,
to zinda ho tum!



Note : This is a rant.

Writers are dreamers. They keep talking big things. They see the world in a different way. They unnecessarily romanticise things. They do not pay attention to real life and take shelter in imagination. Writing is an escape from the reality. Writing can only be a part time hobby. Nobody can be a serious writer and manage other stuff like job, business, household life. Writing is the passion of the extreme rich or the extreme poor.

How many times have I heard these sentences? Writers are dreamers. That is correct. They do see potential in everything. In a way, writers are innovators, conceptualisers, pioneers.  A quality necessary for every entrepreneur and businessman. They don’t talk big. They want to enjoy each and every creation of nature, every emotion a human being can feel. They do not romanticise things – they just see simple things in life with a child-like awe. They just want to live life to the fullest. This enables them to be happy always.

It also leads to a certain nonchalance. Like the song says, “Gham aur khushi me farq na mehsus ho jaha….” This nonchalance, also called equanimity by the more spiritual, makes them efficient in their daily work. Writers react the same to any situation they face. They say ‘Wow, so this is how it feels!’ and go make a note of it. They observe themselves and their life as the unbiased observer mentioned in our physics textbooks. This doesn’t mean they escape reality. They face it with the detachment of a monk.(I have come to love this word 🙂 ) Writing is then, meditation.

Writing is the dessert, the goodie one enjoys after having a dinner filled with daily routine, awesome work day and family time. It is not really an escape from life, but discovering the realities of life. I have heard people exclaim, ‘Oh writing? It requires a bohemian lifestyle no?’ It doesn’t! Look around and one does find a part writer in every person – be it writing funny sticky notes for roomies, students forgetting mugged essays and composing one runtime, techies writing interesting mails as their status, people on Facebook/Twitter, a housemaid forgetting lines of the song she is humming and then making it up.Have you ever noticed babies? They have a funny habit of making limericks about anything they see.

Writing is a way of life. An essential skill for everyone wishing to make a mark in their field. Writing is a stress-buster. Writing is a negotiator. Writing is a rescuer. You name anything and writing is it. (That is the skill of an engineering student eh? To justify anything :P) So yeah, to sum up

WRITING IS NOT AN ESCAPE!



Quite an eventful week. Watched Agneepath. Apart from that, no respite from worldly tasks. I am trying to take out 15 minutes every morning for this section. This is an attempt to gauge the feasibility.

Nadaan dil sabb kuch paana chahta hai,
waqt ke panno se akele bhidna chahta hai,
kitabi keeda almaaria ulatna chahta hai,
shayar ye deewana kalam ka saath chahta hai,
kya kahen janaab, bas khwabon ka sahara hai,
rozmarra ki zindagi me uljha dil bechaara hai.

5 mins to type, 5 mins for the pic. Works, I guess. 🙂 I do not know what this conveys, but rhymes well 😛

Image courtesy : http://www.artgalleryimage.net



A Republic Day Special this –

Waving with pride

Wo kehte hain mera watan,
ab nahi raha Iqbal ka chaman,
mere zehen me jhank ke dekho zara,
aaj bhi hai wo jazba, wo nazaara,
jab har dil me ek hi baat hoti thi,
mohabbat sirf ek tarah ki hoti thi,
jasbat wahi naye andaaz me jhalakte hain,
jab kadam Dhvajvandan ki or badhte hain.
kehta hai Tiranga dekhkar apni azaad avaam,
bas jung-e-azaadi me nahi the muhib-e-watan,
uss anjaan shaheed ki ilamat hai har wo insaan,
asar-o-rasokh na kare jisko apna rutba-e-hum-watan,
mahej insaan se salook kare jaise insaan………..
zinda hain, kuch galiyon me aise chand bashinde,
jo lautayenge is gulistaan ko uske nayaab parindey,
aur wo kehte hain mera watan,
ab nahi raha Iqbal ka chaman!

Glossary
zehen – conscious, jazba- emotion, jung-e-azaadi – freedom struggle, muhib-e-watan – patriots, mahej – only, bashinde – inhabitants (here – citizens), gulistaan – garden, parindey – birds (here, the peace pigeons signifying good citizens), nayaab – rare, asar-o-rasokh – influence

The general idea of the poem is

Some claim that India is no longer the land the great poet Iqbal described as Saare Jahaan Se Achha. I would urge them to look inside my conscious and they will see the same inspired emotion reflecting in my thoughts, which was in the minds of people fighting for India’s struggle; as I walk towards the flag hoisting ground. The emotion is love, there was only one kind of love which existed then and it was for their country. The Tricolour looks proudly at the assembled Avaam, it’s free citizens and addresses them saying,”It is not only in the freedom struggle that patriotism manifested itself. They were not the only patriots, the people who laid down their lives in the freedom struggle. The season of patriotism is not over. Each one of my citizens, who treats his fellow citizens with equality – without being influenced by his status, symbolizes the unknown freedom fighters of that era.” There are  exist (even though few) citizens like this, who live in the bylanes of this country. They have vowed to bring back the rare species of such patriots. And they still say, my country is not Iqbal’s Hindustan anymore?!



This is a Facebook discussion post I wrote for Preeti Shenoy’s ‘Life is what you make it’. The topic was ‘Can you shape your destiny?’ which garnered a lot of interesting replies. Something in the topic appealed me to be serious while writing it and I could not help sounding like the various self-help books there. 😛 Hence I include this statutory warning……………..

Caution : Bhari bharkam post ahead – stop right here if you are in a light funny mood 🙂                                                This can wait for a contemplative day. 😀

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Can you shape your destiny?

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Life is what you make it!

Can you shape your destiny? For that one has to define Destiny first. Destiny is the turn of events that your life takes over the years – either as you expected it to be or differently.

Man in general likes to pursue happiness and in trying to find this happiness, he tries to conquer destiny (the turn of events one’s life takes).

Now some people believe that destiny is pre-defined, everything that happens, is ‘scripted’ mystically since one is born. Essentially, destiny is always referred to in the future or the past tense -like- ‘If it is in my destiny, I’ll get it’ or ‘I wasn’t destined to get that’. But if we look at it deeply, it is our reaction to the situations in the present that is actually ‘shaping'(or has shaped) the turn of events(and in essence- our destiny).

The keyword here, is ‘reaction‘. Reaction is – the choices/decisions we make when we are in the position to call the shots during a situation and the acceptance/denial of the favourable/unfavourable circumstances respectively when others or nature is calling the shots.

In the first case, we have an advantage of being able to make a choice. That choice when made with careful contemplation, clear conscience and courage to face the consequences – either good or bad – gives us a satisfaction of having given our best. That satisfaction leads to what? The state of being happy! So now that a person is happy, doesn’t it imply that he has shaped his destiny in the process of being happy?

The second case, is a little difficult. When you are not in control, when others hold the key to certain situations – say when a joint decision is needed for the sale of a property you co-own – you can try to influence the decision in your favour by your persuading skills, but you cannot make the decision. But that decision surely impacts the turn of events in your life. In such times, if it is in your favour, you are happy. If not, accept the reality. Once you accept it, think if anything can be done. If yes, do every possible thing. If you cannot, think of better opportunities that you have. In doing so, you are saving yourself from further misery and paving the path to be happy – and in turn – shaping your destiny.

So yes, destiny can be shaped in both cases! 🙂

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God I sound preachy 😛 😛 I should classify this as a rant. Pliss to excuse…….acute shortage of posts made this post 😛

Image courtesy : Google search -> The Power of Positive Thinking – Realise your true destiny in life                                            No I have not read it yet 😛 😛



The inspiration for today’s nazm came in the most surprising way. I had not written anything for the day and suddenly came across the younger sibling’s facebook update. Okay – he just shouted from across the hall as I am writing, that it is a tweet from @veer_ki_kalam , even I follow him…hehe wonder it didn’t strike me.Yeah…so I just expanded his 2 lines into this post (also on the YS’s wall much to his chagrin) and gave a title 😛 Without much ado(jo ho hi gaya hai) – I present to you – Wajood 😀

mukhtalif nahin hain mujhse kirdaar meri zindigi ke,
ye main hi hoon apne kai raaston mein bhatka hua….

ghilaaf ki tabdeeli par bhi rooh to kayam hai,
na pehchhano mujhe shakl-o-surat se yaaro,
mera wajood meri soch hai…..

Roughly translates to,

I am no different than the characters I play in my life,
This is me lost in the many roads of my way,
The case will change its form, but the soul will remain,
Do not know me by my appearance,
My existence lies in my thoughts……….

Glossary –

mukhtalif = different,

ghilaaf = case,

tabdeeli = change,

rooh = soul,

wojood = existence

Credits –  Veerendra Shivhare – for the first two lines and younger sibling for posting them 🙂

Corrections are heartily welcome, I am still learning this format. 😀



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