He Who Knows...

This poem i read it in my 4th grade, but ever since that it has kinda stick into my mind... so kinda thought will post it to spread it around.... in our english text book too the name of the author was missing and i learnt the meaning of word 'anonymous' through this poem....

He Who Knows - Anonymous

He Who Knows Not, And Knows Not, That He Knows Not,

Is A Fool - Ignore Him.

He Who Knows Not, And Knows That, He Knows Not,

Is Igonrant - Teach Him.

He Who Knows, But Knows Not, That He Knows,

Is Asleep - Awake Him,

He Who Knows, And Knows That, He Knows,

Is Wise - Follow Him.

“A Night in the Girls Hostel”

“A Night in the Girls Hostel”

It was a moonless night and was very dark...Ajay got a
call from his friend saying that she had a problem
with her health and that she wanted medicines. So Ajay
along with his friend Nishanth went to the
girls’ hostel to deliver the medicines to his
friend.

They risked their career for their friend for they
knew perfectly well that if they were ever found
around the girls’ hostel...they would have to
face hell. So with fear Ajay and Nishanth had their
hearts in their mouth and reached the Hostel gates. As
they reached the gates...they were warmly welcomed by
two of the hostel girls. They guys were confused. They
had no trace of what was happening. As it was very
dark they couldn’t see anybody properly.

The guys continued to follow the girls. The four
of them finally reached a place where they could
pretty much see each other.....and bang!! the girls
started to scream and yell all of a sudden. Ajay and
Nishanth were still confused. They were wondering as
to what’s going on.

The girls had mistaken the guys for their boy
friends, and they too were pretty confused about what
was happening and they began to say that they would
complain against the guys and to add more spice to the
situation....their boy friends arrived. The situation
was a cocktail of panic, surprise, fear and confusion.
Now the girls also had their boy friends on their
side. It was now four against two.

The four of them were talking about complaining
against Ajay and Nishanth. Both Ajay and Nishanth
tried to explain the situation telling that they had
been to the hostel just to deliver the medicines...but
they were not ready to agree and still held on to what
they were saying earlier.

It was now time for Ajay and Nishanth to use
their weapon. They just reminded the for of them the
fact that the girls were waiting for their boy friends
and were guiding them into the hostel thinking they
were their boy friends and said that what do their boy
friends have to do in the hostel at mid-night. The
four of them had now nothing to say and had to accept
their defeat. This is were the situation got under
control.....and this is exactly what you call......
“A Night in the Girls Hostel”.

Belief

Do not believe in what you have heard; do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations; do not believe anything because it is rumored and spoken of by many; do not believe merely because the written statement of some old sage is produced; do not believe in conjectures; do not believe merely in the authority of your teachers and elders. After observation and analysis, when it agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live upto it.

In Kipling's Court - The Jungle Book

Everyone loves to be nostalgic, and I for one get really nostalgic, today while on one of the forums came across a song which had become a craze back in my school days. Chaddi Pahen ke phool khila hai.... (Chuckles), now i bet you get the drift, its the Jungle Book. Back in the days of Doordarshan, kids didn't had the luxory of bunch of dedicated 24 hour cartoon channels, and we had to make do with weekely dose of cartoons on sunday morning at 10 am. Many a series were telecasted back then but one which got everybody hooked up was The Jungle Book. I had scene the Jungle Book Movie and had a paper back kiddie version of the Kipling's classic, But seeing it episode wise week after week was like a cult following. Week after week, just loved the way story unflurred. It maybe Kipling's magical writing that made The Jungle Book so popular world over, but in India, the credit for it huge success also goes to its tittle track. It became very popular and for the first time, even the grownups knew or used to mouth a track of a cartoon series, it was just phenomenal. Here is a tribute to that ever green track....

Jungle Jungle Baat chali hai,
Pata chala hai....
Jungle Jungle Baat chali hai,
Pata chala hai....,
Arre chaddi pahen ke phool khila hai.....
phool khila hai...,
Arre chaddi pahen ke phool khila hai.....
phool khila hai...,
Jungle Jungle Baat chali hai,
chaddi pahen ke phool khila hai.... phool khila hai....

Ek Parinda hai sharminda...
Tha woh nanga,
arre isse to ande ke andar...
tha woh changa,
Soch raha hai bahar akhir kyon nikla hai,
Arre chaddi pahen ke phool khila hai.....
phool khila hai...,
Jungle Jungle Baat chali hai,
chaddi pahen ke phool khila hai.... phool khila hai.



For those who want to download it and keep in there collection here is from where u can download its Mp3 version.
http://rapidshare.de/files/1058273/junglebook-title1.mp3.html

Turn the Page - Metallica

Many a times people ask me what my favourite ever one song is? and I kinda get confused as I love lots of songs, but somehow in my last road trip I had while driving come to conclusion that my favourite ever song is this one - Turn the Page, by Metallica, so here are its lyrics...

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine's
moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman or the girl
You knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin'
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am, On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
There I go, Playin' star again
There I go, Turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk
But other times you can
All the same old cliché's:
"Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

Here I am, On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
Here I go, Playn' star again
There I go, Turn the page

Whoa-oh
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play

Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Rememberin' what she said
What she said

Yeah
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playn' star again
There I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
There I go, there I go

Growing Old or Progressing?? - Executive Banjara

I have observed that an overly common event in most peoples lives, the recent days weeks or even years of life end up being the same. Get in the routine, feel good, get comfortable... Get stuck. And its not even that most people stop maturing in a way that they would even recognize, but more that people disallow themselves the opportunity to change their emotional, societal or even intellectual maturity. In a world where really we have power over so little why do people deny themselves "inner growth" for lack of a better term.

To drive home my point here is something from many of the forwards circulating the internet.
'A veteran school teacher was certain she would get the upcoming promotion to Vice-Principal since she had greater seniority than the other teachers. When the appointment went to a teacher with less experience she was outraged. "How can you do this to me. I've been teaching school for twenty years" she lamented to the School Board Chairman. With gentle wisdom he responded, "Dear lady, you haven't been teaching twenty years. You've taught one year twenty times." '

I found this a little disturbing, I know it was intended to be humorous but I couldn't help but think how true this is for so many people. We have no control over chronological age, and only minimal control over intellectual and physiological age; however, we can choose our social and emotional age. Learning social skills and developing emotional maturity are choices afforded to every person. And yet so many people choose not to... Why? I really am not sure, perhaps everyone is working so diligently on whatever it is they do and then wonder why they don't get the breaks they should or why life turned out this way and never stop to think of an honest answer because its so much easier to say -well, life is hard- comfort and security are great things and really it works as a life plan! And being reckless and uninhibited and "living life to the fullest" day after day can really be great things as well, very freeing and at the same time can cause the same stunt as the more domesticated life. So I guess there would have to be a balance... Till i finished my college Last Feb i had the life of bieck reckless careless and litreally roaming around the country enjoying every think a biker can. But for last few months I am stuck within the world of office, work, deadlines & Schedule... all this is dragging me to that dreaded ROUTINE... whose vicious circle I always wanted to escape. But at night, Rolling in bed, thought does creeps in my mind, am I actually having a growth or not... I have yet to see it. But I suppose I'm young there is still time!... I am trying to balance the Banjara and the Executive and hope to live a life of Dr. Jekkeyell in time to come... cause whatever happens the Banjara in me would always want to travel...

Confusions...

This world is surprisingly very simplifiablely confusing... stopping this confusion from knowing me from what I am, my brain is so much covered with these cobwebs. The rhythm and rhyme balances with time, yet so little balance I seems to be find in mine. I feel this strong pull of polarity, It seems whereever I go its Wrong. I try to right the wrong and I wrong the right,I try to create peace, exactly there is my fight. World is surely a strange place, Its on such a fast pace, I wonder where will i find that Peaceful Shrine...

The Ray of Light - Diwali time thoughts...

For a while now, I have been intrigued by this ray of light, the great indian festial of lights called diwali. Last few years, living a student life, diwali had been basically a freak out evening with all the friends on campus and nothing special, The transitions in the weather and the arrival of the cold always signaedl unique feelings, that reminded us of special times at home. My last two diwali I was on a ride and so never really noticed when it came and went by, But this diwali I have to give it to the festive season, even I am feeling the ray of light. Bieng home after many a years on a festival does makes up for a good change, but rite now, i m looking forward for the four days after the Diwali going back on the road in my 'Night Crawler'.

The earliest memory of spending a Diwali I have is of the gathering of our whole joint family together and bursting cracker one by one, each of the kid gettings its turn, and the honours for the fancy crackers bieng reserved for the elders. Later on we graduated to bursting characters all by own, and spending the whole Diwali night, Staying awake with a whole bunch of nieghbourhood kids, blowing off doors and mail boxes of the people with 'Sutli' bombs. Of my college days, the only diwali which was special was in my first year in Hyderabad, infact it was the last diwali I actually ever celebrated. Why special, cause well i was able to clear the air with Nishant after a long tiff. Last twoD iwalis were on the Road, 2003 I was on my ride to Yellagiri Hills, and celebrating it with Mad Bulls and RTMC guys. Still remember bursting the crackers on the hill top in yellagiri, and last Diwali I was in Tadoba with G.R., Amber & Anand, celebrating it with tiger tales and tribal food.

Those memories are strong, and binds me to a time and place that does not exist anymore, and yet one which is much more real in a way than the present.

Quest for my lost side...

There are people I meet, few and far between, who have a passion that drives what they do and who they are. Their lives seem meaningful; they have purpose. I have a deep admiration for artists because they are able to take this passion and create something that can make other people's lives more beautiful.

For awhile now I've felt this void in my life. The things that I feel passionately about don't really translate into meaningful work that I can do.

-Harvey Fierstein

"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."