Defining Weed!

I feel this weird feeling that how can i know others when at times looking in the mirror I see a complete stranger in me.Shades of me that i don't know, sides of me that i have'nt seen .I seem I am a simple person , i often would have asked my acquaintances of not understanding me .But do i know the person within me.Do I know the reason to feelings that i feel.Life often seems sorted but at the other moment some conflicting feeling takes hold of my senses and confuses me.

Some times there are some weeds in us that grow andspoil the beauty of the garden that we nurture with the flowers that we love to see bloom inside.We try to garden the garden with love and try to take out these weeds but some times they are so embedded deep inside ,that they dont come out of their roots.We try and try with the aim that we shall succeed but even the strength inside gets crippled by these thoughts referred to weeds.It robs you of your peace, it blinds you to goodness around ,it leaves a bad taste in your mouth but it doesnt leave you.

This is the immortal weed that yields and makes your heart bleed!

The Day of Insanity..

Team #2 Who tried to spoil our game..

Team #1 Though our game was spoiled but the score says it all

It was something in the weather when i got up this morning.. First dense foggy day of this winter... A day to enjoy i thought.. but the moment this thought came into my mind, immediately the phone rang and my cabby asked me..

BHAIYA AAP AAJ JAAEINGE!!

Shucks!! had to drag myself to office..

My next immediate reaction was summed up my facebook status for the day..

I don't mind going to work every day. But the 8 hour wait to go home again is a real bitch !

But had absolutely no idea as to what the day had in store for me.. It was a day of INSANITY for me..

Reached office at 9.15 a.m. thanks to improved MG road conditions.

Soon as I landed in the office the team fuseball team had assembled..

Played many games there before deciding to move out of office to go bowling..

This was only possible because of S.B. and P.S.

Rest of the story can be summed up by the photos and Videos above.. :)

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Just want to cherish all these moments..

Gadi bhaga.. 100 se paar pahuncha..

Iss Baar Nahin

Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin

Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin

Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin

Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai

Mumbai terror attacks: India will never forget - What have we learned in an year..

A welcome break that was going to be utilized well as a Marriage function turned out to be something that was far beyond imagination. On Wednesday evening I turned the tv on to catch up with some of the day's headlines. The breaking news (on NDTV) was that Mumbai was under attack, and it wasn't just those low intensity time bomb attacks that other Indian cities had endured throughout this year. This was much bigger, unprecedented and something that would be known as India's 9-11. As the reporters explained that terrorists had entered and shot many people inside some of Mumbai's most posh and luxurious hotels, and were holding many hostages, I knew it was going to turn out to be a very long day. Little did I know, that one long day was going to stretch into sixty very long and unforgettable hours.
As the news story unfolded in front of my eyes, I found out that the bloody rampage was carried out at multiple sites around the city -10 in all. Some of the early pictures showed the massacre at the Leopold cafe and the CST station which were merely a diversion for the authorities as the main targets were the Taj and Oberoi. They had come with the intention of causing maximum damage and to kill till the last breath. After killing a couple of the terrorists, arresting one and losing some of our own top officers, the attention of the nation turned to three major sites where these terrorists would wreak havoc for the next sixty hours-The Taj Mahal hotel, Oberoi and Nariman House where many people were held hostage.
Amongst the first ones to report were the local police authorities, the army, MARCOS (naval commandos), and RAF (rapid action force). As the authorities realized the severity of the situation, they also summoned the elite NSG (national security guard) commandos who are trained throughout the year for tackling situations like the one at hand.
The courageous men from the army, the commandos and the Mumbai police force fought with much bravery to save the lives of innocents caught up in the horrific ideology of these terrorists. These men carried out their duty well and some of them even laid their lives down in the process. After rescuing hundreds of hotel guests and staff members, they went in to confront the terrorists and only emerged after neutralizing every single one of them. Not to mention they saved Mumbai's most precious and iconic symbol-the Taj from being reduced to rubbles as planned by the millitants.
As for me, I was glued to the couch with my eyes on the television for the length of the entire operation. Switching back and forth between four news channels I tried to make sense of what was going on, and why it was happening. Somewhere in the middle of the operation, the whole thing started to look surreal. It seemed more like a bad movie with no end in sight. There were times when I felt bursts of anger and sadness. At times I wanted to yell out, how dare they! I wished I was there to help people somehow as those who did by donating blood and those who came together in this time of need and served refreshments to policemen and firemen working nonstop to save lives. While other times I just looked helplessly into the eyes of my clueless dog. In the final hours of the operation as a part of the Taj broke out in intense fire, tears welled up in my eyes.

India watched in horror as innocent lives were lost and as shameless, callous politicians played the blame game and used the tragedy as an opportunity to propagate themselves. We applaud and salute the martyrs who sacrificed their lives; the commandos, the police and army personnel, firemen, the hotel staff, and other civilians who acted valiantly in this time of terror.

Mr. Terrorist: I am alive. What more can you do?

Mr. Politician: I am alive despite you.

I am a Mumbaikar.

-a placard held by one of the persons at the Mumbai vigil

yaaro yahi dosti hai kismat se jo mili hai...

Someone I can talk to
Someone I can trust.
Someone who will be there
When my relationships rust.

Someone who saves me,
When everything goes wrong.
Someone who comforts me
And helps me to be strong.

Someone who listens
At any time of day.
Someone who brightens
Any sky that’s gray.

Someone who cries with me
Whenever I am sad.
Someone who laughs with me
Whenever I am glad.

Someone who understands
My every weird emotion.
Someone who will always be
At my side with her devotion.

Someone who always let
Me act like the true me.
Someone who will always be
Just like I want to be

Someone who will always remain
Incredibly beautiful and true-
Someone who is my best friend.
Someone just like you.

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRD