Halol...

--Had gone to Halol recently, a place some 50 km away from Baroda. Loved the car ride on the way. It is some 30 km of flat, pitless, ready with reflectors, road. Nice to see that such roads exist in India (please bear with this keeping in mind that I stay in Mumbai, a place where roads are infested with traffic, potholes, honkings and pollution)--

Driving on the highway shadows running by,
Feel like a plane with wings ready to fly.
Twinkling lights guiding your way,
On the road and in the sky.

Celebration means...

Among the mails that are circulated...loved this one

Celebration means......

A winter evening.

Four friends.

One barsaati.

Four glasses of chai.

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Celebration means......

Hundred bucks of petrol.

A rusty old bike

.And an open road.

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Celebration means......

Maggi noodles.

A hostel room.

4.25 a.m.

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Celebration means......

3 old friends.

3 separate cities.

3 coffee mugs.

1 internet messenger.

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Celebration means......

Rain on a hot tin roof.

Pakoras deep-frying.

Neighbours dropping in.

A party.

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Celebration means......

You and mom.

A summer night.

A bottle of coconut oil.

A head massage.

Gossiping about absent family members.

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You can spend Hundreds on birthdays, Thousands on festivals, Lakhs on weddings, but to celebrate all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.

Keep in touch with your loved ones ........ Celebrations are rarest form of love....keep it glowing

U just have to read this

The bestest poem i've read

http://nehu.blogspot.com/2005/07/memories.html

Primary Colors

---had a tiff with deepak the other day about the primary colors. I was of the opinion that RBY are the primary colous and he bet on RBG. The kit-kat we bet never saw the light of the day coz it turned out that both of us were right. If you consider the paints and colors, then RBY are considered primary whereas if you consider wavelength of light, RBG form the primary ones---
---A poem to toast you deepak---

:Point of Color:
Red, Yellow, green, blue...
All colours of different hue...
Which are primary from these three...
Spectrum says deepak and pigments says me...

Both seem right...
From where they stand...
So lets stop this fight...
With a kit-kat in our hand :D

Drifting Ahead...Away

Drifting Ahead...Away

A trickling smile on your face,
A sparkle in eyes which once seemed effaced.
This whole glow never seems to fade,
Feels more than just this when you get placed.

But there's also a corner, a nook, a void,
The one that says that something is not right.
There will be a loss in all that it brings,
And suddenly you twitch coz you feel a sting.

With feelings going numb, you look at the clouds,
Not to inquire or raise a doubt.
You just keep looking ... looking about...
And then again you look at the clouds.

Holding On...

---you know i always wanted to be able to write a poem but never really got anything to wrtie about...this was something I wrote during the 'grind'...anyway needed to write one for my creative writing slot :)---

HOLDING ON...

And he gets up, yet again,

To be knocked down,

yet again,

but he gets up...still

…

The fight is not yet over,

The bell has not yet rung,

The refree's not blowing his whistle,

just his senses, going numb

…

Another volley

And he is flat on the ground

But courage...he still holds on to,

and hope...stays around

…

The match ...continues

With the pain...aggravating,

his strength...seeping,

and the future ...looking bleak.

…

But, he WILL get up

...still