Monday, December 13, 2010

Someday...

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me,

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,
Bird fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,

Why, oh why can't I?

Why do the relations fall apart?

May be the title of this posting is not very appropriate. Then, why didn't i change it? Let's see why!

The title suggests one more analysis of relationships and their falling apart. But actually, there might be a million reasons for a relation to fall apart. Obviously, no writer has enough ink in his/her pen to write all them down. These analysis are always subjective. From a particular point of view. I am trying to present one such point of view here.

When two people, come together, get into a relationship, both the partners have an image of a person they are looking in their other partner. This leads to expectations, to be precise, unbalanced mutual expectations. Now, here is the problem. Having mutual expectations is not a problem but imbalance is a problem. And severity of the problem is directly proportional to the heights of expectations. The higher expectations we have, more imbalanced they are...

So, you see the key is, trying to keep expectations lower. Trying to accept the person as he or she is... trying to respect the other persons identity rather than changing it as per our idea of perfect partner...

Think about it...

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Tere utaare huye din - By Gulzar Saab

Tere utaare hue din
tange hain lawn mein ab tak
na wo purane hue hain
na un ka rang utra…
Kahin se koi bhi seewan abhi nahi udhri

Ilaaichi ke bahut paas rakhe pathar per
zara si jaldi sarak aaya karti hai chhaon
zara sa aur ghana ho gaya hai wo pauda
main thora thora woh gamla hatata rehta hoon
fakira ab bhi wahin meri coffee deta hai

Gilehrion ko bula ker khilata hoon biscuit
Gilehrian mujhe shaq ki nazar se dekhti hain
wo tere haathon ka mus jaanti hongi….

kabhi kabhi jab utarti hai cheel shaam ki chat se
thaki thaki si zara deir lawn mein ruk ker
safaid aur ghulabi muswande ke paudon mein ghulne lagti hai
ke jaise barf ka tukra pighalta jaye whisky mein

main scarf din ka gale se utaar deta hoon
tere utaare hue din pehan ke ab bhi main
teri mehak mein kai roz kaat deta hoon

Tere utaare hue din
tange hain lawn mein ab tak

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Wrong Prefession

I heard it somewhere, "When you are not able to handle the stress in the work you are doing, then you are in wrong profession..." how true is that...
Why is it so difficult to see such simple facts of life, especially when they are right in front of us... perhaps the problems or stress related to that work keep us so involved that we don't think or see any thing else.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

A letter to her

Hi,
There are some things are better expressed face to face, but since you want to know them beforehand, i will try to explain them on email.

I am not sure if you are actually aware of a this feeling or not, but when a human being is living in an illusion for a very long time and all of a sudden that illusion gets shattered, it's painful. The intensity of pain can only be felt not expressed in words.

I was living in the illusion that Computer Securities is the only thing which i am good at. I am very bad in EE. I am very bad in any other field. But this was the only thing which i loved, i studied, i knew.

After giving the exam of Security Engineering, my illusion got crushed. As if, someone has taken everything from me. I was left with nothing at all.

But it's ok. May be that was really an illusion. Illusions are meant to be broken one day. Mine is also broken. Atleast, now i will never think of Securities again.

The thing which i wanted to talk about is, was i really "that" bad that i deserved to be failed? I know Proff. was kind enough to pass me. But please recall how was i passed? I entered in the room. Proff. began with the words, "I am sorry, you are failed, you know nothing...." and then a huge list of things came up which as per his standards i had no clue. Then all of a sudden 'Needham-Schroeder' (which was explained in writing on piece of paper) came up... then he said, "Oh no no.. you know this...", then he looked at you. You scribbled 4.0 on paper and he agreed on that. And that's how i passed.

You know, when i entered in the room to listen my result, i kept thinking for 1 long minute, that Proff. is joking with me. The next sentence he will say will be, "Oh! i was joking... don't worry you are pass". But that never came up.

Anyways, i will not waste your time anymore with my nonsense.

Best Regards,
Shubhmoy