punching bag

I have been the punching bag on several occasions for several people, not in material terms but in literal terms. Punching Bag on softer and emotional note, I feel I have the appetite for it or maybe I am a good confidant.  But somehow I have never been on the other side of this court, partially because of my nature and partially because I feel once you share your lows with someone you share your weakness. Apparently on second thought, the former reason is an excuse and the later one maybe the actual reason. This is the way I feel it, while sharing your lows, the first feeling is what the other person will think, then what will be the reaction and most important what if it is passed on further?

In the middle of these questions, I never thought about the person who was sharing with me must be thinking the same if not all but maybe a few of them.

At the end of it, I thought I think a lot; at times I should also surrender myself to the flow of time and carry on without thinking about the ramifications. So even before I could zeroed on people and the day, it happened today and

I found not one, two but three punching bags. A friend, a colleague and a cousin, all from different walks of life, professionally, personally and physically.

I started intentionally but soon I was unintentional and innocent. All of them heard me patiently and none of them turned out to be a critic which I scared the most. A few suggestions in the middle of it but since I was busy in downloading, all suggestions were saved for the end. I will keep the suggestions for review for a future date but will share what I am feeling now, a bit lighter, a bit relaxed if not completely.

This got me the most important thought that we forget if we don’t share our feelings. And if don’t share we will never understand the other side of the coin, so keep sharing there are indeed good people around.

बाल मित्र और चंचलता

बाल मित्र   .......  और चंचलता

चंचल शब्द से सर्वप्रथम नरेन्द्र चंचल का ख्याल ज़ेहन में आता है

उनके भजन की कड़ी आपके समक्ष पेश है.....  जय माता दी!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOEds0srnPE

अगले पल दूरदर्शन के धारावाहिक का शीर्षक गीत याद आता है, धारावाहिक चरित्रहीन, 

हालांकि इस गीत में चंचल शब्द का उपयोग नहीं है फिर भी, उसकी कड़ी पेश है

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpAQFNJxaZA

तीसरा ख़याल आता है चंचल मित्तल का, ये  बात और है कि उनकी कोई कड़ी उपलब्ध नहीं है, वो तो पाठशाला में सहपाठी थी, पर कहानी की नीव यही है .... चंचलता ....

अभी कुछ दिन पहले की बात है, मैं अपने पुराने बाल मित्रो से मिला !

हमने काफी समय साथ में बिताया है, काफी अच्छा और थोडा बुरा भी!

अगर गाम्भिर्यता की बात करें तो गंभीरता से हमने कभी बात की ही नही...

                        हम सभी के स्वभाव में कई प्रकार की चंचलताये थी

परन्तु हमारी इस मुलाक़ात में मैंने महसूस किया की हमारी चंचलता, 

                           अब विशिष्ट गाम्भिर्यता में परिवर्तित हो गयी है

 बचपन में जो जेब खर्ची थी वो अब अर्थ की कहानी हो गई है और मजे की बात ये है ईसी ये ऐहसास होता की क्षितिज कितना बदल और बढ गया है

रिश्तो की बात करॆ तो एक पीढ़ी छलांग कहना बहुत अविश्वसनिय नही होगा पर अपनी अगली पीढ़ी की चर्चा यकिनन उसी क्षितिज को नये क्षितिज पर ले गयी

पाठशाला के बाद, कई प्रकार के खेल खेलने वाले हम बालक

अब जीवन के खेल, खेल रहे है !!

ईसी मुलाकात मे मैने महसूस किया की बाल मित्रो को आप कितने भी अन्तराल के बाद मिले आपके रिश्ते में कोई फऱक नही पडता है, आप पिछली मुलाकात से ही शुरु करते हैं, वक्त गुजर चुका होता है पर चंचलता का दर्जा वही होता है ... 

और आपको किसी भी कड़ी की जरूरत नही पडती है

जिंदगी को आसान करने की संदर्शिका,

बाल मित्र और चंचलता की पुस्तिका

just, just two of us and the broken wind

The first just is for the moment and the second just is for the fairness

You and I, in between the broken wind, trying to build togetherness

Under the perpendicular sky, broken wind causing difficult breathing

There we are; you and I weaving our life with only magical feeling

The Broken wind ... rarely sweet and often hard, on the rocks, neat

Dragging our feet, unperturbed there we are and still very discreet

The broken wind without any lyrics only making evocating sound

Carelessly we are singing, the romantic song as if we are crowned

The broken wind tearing us apart, but unwillingly keeping us truss

Just two of us, only two of us, but still not enough of us

Karein Wahi Jo Ho Sahi .. Do Right

Use of any words will limit the sense of this composition ... I find it magical ... encouraging words and innocent music .... all in all an inspirational and very elevating track.

Dil Jalao ki Dil Roshni Deta Hai ... only Gulzaar Saab can think of a Dil like this ... dhadakta hai par bhadakta nahi.

What a soothing music ... I am sure you will not like hear anything after this, at least for a couple of days.

Amazing Music by Shankar Ehsaan Loy

Mere Aage Watan, peeche Itihaas hai ... Karein Wahi Jo Ho Sahi ... Yahi Rivaayat Rahi


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLHO7daoUXZM

Don't forget to hear the instrumental version by Ustaad Amjad Ali Khan & Sons on
http://www.doright.in

Latest Cadbury Dairy Milk Silk TV AD

Latest Dairy Milk Commercial 

Cadbury Dairy Milk Silk Traffic Jam Kiss me & miss me TV AD

should have been published with the precaution message. If drinking and driving is not allowed similarly you can't feel silk and drive simultaneously. Dairy Milk Silk is as intoxicated as a tequila shot, if you wanna try ... keep in microwave for a minute till it is semisolid and have a shot, you won't even need lime and salt after that, but i assure it will give an equal kick.

Nimrat Kaur has justified the feel of the silk with her expressions to the fullest, the male model is also good. 

The music and words are best as usual, I use the music as ringtone several times.

So with the rainy reason on his way ... feel the melted and hot dairy milk silk.

Don't kiss me and miss me ... drive safe.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Avez0XmOkNY

Coca-Cola Latest TVC

Recently released coca cola commercial is nice for the typical message of bewajah khushiyaan lutao ...

Almost always ... even if our smile is free of cost, still we think before spending it and even after thinking we end up saving it, though there is no interest available on this asset.

Three young actors look cute specially Alia Bhat ... even the uncle serving coke might have liked being referred to as uncle.

Background score is nice with good words and apt voice.

So this summers, don,t be crazy bas .... bewajah khushiyaan lutao ... or kabhi kabhi coke bhi pilao 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMpn2_HmLSY

In touch with your feelings .....

While I was sleepwalking through the darkest night of my life into the snow, I saw three footprints. My brave mind ignored it for the moment but my emotional mind got it straight to my heart. An unsound thought rushed through veins, the third one is you, as always your feelings. So often, I go so long but as often, even this cold wave brings back your warmth to me. Suddenly the Sun was up spreading your warmth everywhere. I may go anywhere but still in touch with your feelings.

Cricket, am most passionate about, though certainly lesser than you, it is more exciting while watching it big slightly lesser while playing. I learned about my impatience and anxiousness while watching and playing it. The crowd, the stadium, the city, the country on the edge of their seat, as always if witnessing a nail biting finish, it is a routine for players but for me it is always a heart pumping thing. The huge stadium roars making you deaf all the way, but I can still hear your calmness. Why are you always there to help me control my excitement? Moreover, to the extent that even after a win I am super cool.

It was raining, and raining quite heavily, I love the word downpour in the context. At times, it does get irritating as it is only raining, raining and raining. It has been days and it was getting scary, it was my first flood, although I have seen few floods of emotions earlier but this was disastrous. I have read and heard about worst flooding; several communities go isolated, homes are submerged and life is lost. Where everyone was cut-off from the world and everything was flowing and erasing I was right there in the middle, stand still, clasped by you, unmoved and surviving because of you.

I hate driving, the road is a dangerous place and these two and four wheelers frightens me, I only enjoy driving to the extent that it helps reaching my destination, a point of no option. Driving makes me crazy but I still love it as it reminds me the way you used to drive me crazy. While others turn on, you used to turn me off others. Crazy, where others still dream and I still live you. Crazy, but so managed and controlled and yet so obsessed.

I Was Wrong

I was wrong to prove you wrong
Making a short distance a little bit long
Being dad you played your role
Working with patience you set the goal
Being a child I did my job
Tried to fit you in the mob
I am happy, my efforts are in vain
The more you realize, the stronger is chain
Everyone get a chance so as me
I will prove, or more expected by thee
I know you are always there to help me out
As I won’t let anybody else to shout
Stay as you are, don’t try to change yourself
But give me some more time to prove myself
Elders are always there to help out youngsters
Giving their best wishes on our shoulders
Dear Dad, dad like you are very few
This is self created one
Especially for you

Friends.....and the prefixes

Friends.....and the prefixes
Although I learned it, but I failed to understand it, hence I opted for ‘Intense Emphasis’ as the style of the title (courtesy ms word). It’s quite handy to use “ghar ki murgi daal barabar” or rather “murga”, for the context of the same. I didn’t realise friends till I experienced a vacuum in life for the last year or so.
I always counted my friends on fingers and though the fingers remain same the friends keep adding, modifying (change of status) and deleting.
Flashback begins....
It all started with the colony friends, with whom I usually shared the post school time, mostly evening play time. There was never a subject for discussion.
School friends, the most popular ones, the one who actually laid foundation towards relationships. Studies and small time funny activities were the common matters of discussion. There are further categories which evolved out it like Tuition Friends, Section Friends and then Subject Friends (when you opt for a stream). For me it was always a common set everywhere, barring Cricket Friends with whom I used to play every Sunday.
During these times, I learned “You can choose your friends but not your relatives”, though very popular proverb but I don’t connect with it as when you choose you apply reasons and it is based on calculations whereas I believe it to be more emotional than rational.
Simultaneously I learned “A friend in need is a friend indeed” I found it a bit selfish, as there is no need to tag a friend in all needs and deeds, it happens naturally.
I shared the day to day course of actions but not the life as it was regulated by prefixes attached to it.

Then there were College Friends, it further divides in Graduation Friends and Post-Graduation Friends, graduation was not different than school with similar set of friends apart from few who left for different stream. The later was a different set of people though more close to life but still inclined to career, materialistic and realistic things.
I learned the concept of Best Friends, True Friends and Real Friends.
Then there were the action set of people, Job Friends, live hours wise these are the ones with whom I spent most of time and so fondly refer them as colleagues. And the same old story, sharing the day to day actions with few new subjects of the world, company, and career and to an extent life.
The Present....
It took a long time to grow and understand only friend, without a prefix, sharing life without inhibitions, it is more about meaning and not words. I still count my friends on fingers and naming a few will be like a grading system so I leave up to them,
Friend is not deprived of any prefix but rather it is one who fixes the life. I tried to quantify but I found you can’t value your friends but the quality is they add value to your life.

The ends of life...........

I was a kid then when I was introduced to the concept of the weekend. We had few privileges towards the weekend, starting Friday night to Sunday night like watching a late night serial or movie; getting up late, the volume of music can be higher than the standard level etc. But still for a student there is hardly any difference in weekdays and weekends and as there is not much different they can do on weekends.
So I grew without any specifics of weekend but now when I am in 10th standard of the corporate school I find myself stuck with these ends of life... month end, quarter end, half year end and year end. These ends evolve pessimism for me and even though the work and life doesn’t halt after these end points I fail to understand why they are referred to as ends, and to the contrary we gear up high towards these ends.
In my early years in the corporate school I used to love Friday a lot for being the last working day ... but now the haunting Saturday takes away the joy of weekend and last Saturday or Sunday of the month takes away the pleasure of the coming weekend as well.
Movies are released on Friday to make the most for the weekend so for a good start doing something on the end, funny and ironical at the same time.
I really like this one from Rod Schmidt – There are not enough days in the weekend... In fact for a better work-life balance three days weekend should be best option.
Although it is all in mind but I would love to coin something like weekup or weekin kind of words and use weakend instead of weekend.
By coincidence this weekend happens to be month end, quarter end and year end so I wish to have attitude changes so that the New Year is more interesting, peaceful, creative, healthy and wealthy.

Wine, Beer and Whisky....

Wine, Beer and Whisky.... Don’t whine, just bear as it gets slightly risky....Based on an unconventional lunch though tasty and different.

Very rarely I have got an opportunity to feel my senses during the daytime, and today when I got it I was little apprehensive as I was already fighting with cut-throat competition. But I managed to overcome it as I trusted my new friend tanker who suggested that wine will not harm it rather will give a soothing effect.
I love the idea of happy hours (where the place offers you one plus one during non business hours, thus effectively makes your pocket happy) but having it during day time, I tell you it not only makes your pocket but you also happy. There is some double impact during this time. I can’t forget the style of playing billiards like anything after this double impact long time back.
Being an ardent whisky fan, I took a long time to start liking beer and this was the first tryst with wine so don’t know how long it will take. Although I learned quite interesting things about it, it’s a drink of class, it is effective if sipped slowly, drink more with tongue than throat and it is good for heart too. I wish I had one to actually understand the benefits. But for whiskey lovers it is very slow and lacks the kick, though it is effective. But somehow after one complete bottle I couldn’t feel the senses. The food was very nice to start with crispy potato veg.
So on insistence of another tanker friend, I took up beer. In my initial days I actually hated beer for its bitterness and slow effect but then I slowly started un-hating it giving its taste when it is chilled. And in super summer whisky is very risky. So thankfully to the partial effect of wine, I skipped the cut-throat competition to pick up a round of beer, with double omelette. I just love egg in any form.
Though I managed to bear it for some time but today as I was already facing a cut throat competition nothing goes like whisky. So finally to conclude I had a ready mix of teacher’s. This teacher is almost everyone’s favourite. Though it was only one unit but now the mixture was really very interesting so interesting and intelligent that I was able to understand a different language, although the topic of debate were daily frustrations but still there was some fun in it. I was driving with a constant irregular speed, or may be my bike too had few shots.

Alone

Being in crowd, somebody is alone
He is hiding, but feeling are still being shown
What is the reason behind it?
May be he is confused or may not knew it
The circumstances are letting him down
As black colour is tending to be brown
Nothing is going with him
Life lights are getting dim
Somebody should help him out
Change him and fix the bout
Try to put the things in the right direction
Think positive before doing any action
Sky is the limit as nothing is too far
Come on fill happiness in the empty jar

Another Romantic Evening

With moon coming out of the clouds and wind started blowing
It was inkling of yet another romantic evening
Doing the usual thing, I again forget the date
And started walking into the dreams’ gate
So it happened I crossed a beautiful damsel
Out in the universe, the ever best creation by GOD
As out paths crossed, our eyes crossed
And once again I was not myself
But there is no stairway to heaven, with sunrays spreading
I have to work again for yet another romantic evening...

My Two Bosses

In a job, one always has a boss,
The boss is always a combination of sweet and sour sauce.
Since I am special, I have a pair of boss,
It’s an excellent combination of tomato and chilly sauce.
One is black, the other is white,
One is crazy, another is bright.
One drives scooter, other drives bike,
One opines for stability, other speaks for hike.
One talks Biology, other speaks computer,
To compare them, I don’t have a common parameter.
For all the dissimilarities, similarity is the cause,
Same as me, both of them have a pair of boss.
They are same as they both like to chat,
It’s a rare combination of fit and fat.
One is black as it is night,
One is moon as it is white.
Doing a job is just obey your boss,
To obey whom I always need to toss.
Tossing once is fine, but twice is a tedious job,
Better get back to work and be a part of the mob.

SPACEBAR

The Spacebar of Life

These days, our keyboards seem to hold the keys to life itself. Each key mirrors a part of our journey—Delete for memories we wish to erase, Control for the things we want but fail to manage, Shift for the next level we crave, and Pause for those moments we dream of freezing in time.

But while cleaning my keyboard today, one key stood out—the Spacebar. The biggest key, unmarked, and yet the most used. Why so much space for “space”?

At first, I laughed at the thought: maybe the makers felt guilty for not printing anything on it and overcompensated by making it huge. But then, I pressed my “illogical” key…

Space. Bar.

Two words. Space—the invisible thing we all crave: in relationships, at work, in our minds. And Bar—the level we constantly strive to raise.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Space isn’t just property or the universe; it’s the pause between action and reaction, the silent gap that gives meaning to life. But often, we overcrowd this space—by stepping into others’ or losing our own. And when that happens, I head to my favorite bar… not just the one that serves drinks, but the one where I quietly raise my own bar.

Because in the end, all I need is simple:

A little space and a worthy bar to raise.

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