One for all…. on a roll

These recent socalled Blog conferences have always seemed like a funny idea to me. I mean, I don't know about you all there, but I started my site precisely so that I wouldn't have to go out and talk to strangers in person. But everybody's going because, as I find some does this blog thing for a living, so I figured I'd check it out, too. May be that the changing scenario of the society has also brought about changes in the thinking and needs of the people. Well, If you are getting into/thru this post here, please do take a time to drop some comments and if not, then just say hi! What I believe is that Those who can, do. Those who can't do, follow. And for those who can't even do this, it’s simple…. Just blog.* And I'm comfortable with this. I don't feel I've used the word "blog" enough in this post. One more should do it:
BLOG!

Truthiness in Reading

Once my teacher told me that you can't consider yourself a real student of English literature until you've read pretty much everything Shakespeare ever wrote. I guess that officially makes me a “poseur”. I like bits of Shakespeare. I really like certain plays, such as Macbeth and Richard III and The Taming of the Shrew and The Merchant of Venice. But Hamlet? Romeo and Juliet? Come on. They remind me of bad teen angst movies, possibly starring Judd Nelson.
The first time I ever heard or read Shakespeare was during my school days, ofcourse part of it’s curriculum. Later I've tried to read it a few times, but I feel this black cloud descend on me every time, and initially I never get past the first seventy or so pages. I had to fake my way through the book, which meant grilling my friends and, of course, reading the ending he he! Gradually things developed,got taste on it and from then the road never seem ending.
Soon I came across some of Jamyang Norbu’s. Guys! I simply loved his books! It was when The Mandala of Sherlock Holmes crossed my path a year ago, I was going to be taken in again. Now, I can sense public opinion about my taste shifting even as I write this. And I know that a lot of otherwise right-minded souls didn't care for it, either. Which, you know, fine. Well, I have no idea how I managed to bluff my way through this point.....

Candy spoilt my dream.

Last night, a mysterious, beautiful stranger showered me with boxes of cards and BURFIS (burfi kyon? should that be a choclate etc ..am amazed on seeing this and kept wondering what might be the sign).... ahem! Reality bites!!

Happy New Year!

Altough January 1st is a great time to start something new and we are just barely one month into it, it still feels. So many to do and so many days to go.
The "Year of the Fire Pig" finally sets in ushering in.. us all, rays of hopes and unfulfilled dreams too.
LO-SOMA (New Year) is a time people make commitments and resolutions... starting with prayers to wipe away the bad omens, bad old spirits and hurdles etc.
Let's all again welcome this LUNAR YEAR with a "LOSAR LA JALSKIT .. TASHIS"
well, this is not old but more like "broken in"....into a yet another new era

The doors kept ajar.....

Before you read further, don't think that I am to take you into my world of new adventures....
I would like to apologize for not posting at all the last one month. I have been quite busy with my works, most notably I must say that "ONE FOR ALL...." will not turn into a dead blog because I'm thoroughly enjoying posting new things. Thank you all for your patience and appreciation.
Things are lightening up a little bit at the moment, and I expect by April, I will be actively blogging again.
I have been keeping a running list of topics and I hope you'll enjoy reading my opinions and views on it.

that was what i call it a day.......

Reaching Sanchi, the famous Buddhist Stupa of the great Ashoka and one of the most frequented wonders, an ancient seat of Buddhist culture and learning, at the first stroke of dusk were dented by a bad dusty road on way. I set out on my adventure (rather a pilgrimage… eh!) regardless; a day prior to this LOSAR, for the day being an auspicious one. The dust was gushing alongside the road I was riding. Some 1 hour of my bike ride zigzagged amidst the most spectacular views. The most photographed place perhaps in the whole of that region, I was told, was mysteriously abandoned for 600 years and was over run with vegetation.
The very first sight of this magnificent landscape totally captivated me with its clay and stone architecture, and spotlessly cleans surroundings. Built over carefully chiseled stone blocks, I can still find the specimens of almost all kinds of Buddhist architectural forms, Stupas, temples, and the ruins of the ancient monastery near the Stupa clearly shows a testimony to the marvelous engineering skills of the early Maryuan period to 12th Century A.D.
I wonder how much more commanding the place must have been when it was at its golden peak. Clearly, I feel the mystery about this place, still many remains unknown continues to charm thousands of tourists who set foot on the sacred land. My longtime desire of visiting personally to see this wonder of the once secluded buddhist days thus became a reality and after riding back an hour from Sanchi to Bhopal the same evening was, myself… satisfied, waiting for a good LOSAR eve party with my friends there…..cheers!!

Let bygones be begones.......

Folks, today I am in a nostalgic mood, chatted for almost 2 hours with a very old school friend after almost 5 years….….we talked about all the fun we had in the school, the games we played, all the gals who were ours but never were and of course about the first time we got drunk…and most importantly, the way we felt this world to notice us in everyway, eh!
It was the end of my stay in the hostel, my Certificates were in hand and i was supposed to move for further studies soon. By this time i was well accepted in the hostel community and we had our own little gang. Till then we had never drunk, one of my friends had smuggled his father’s scotch bottle, and sometimes we used to take little swigs from it. That’s about it. Then one fine day one of my friends fell for a gal in the school, we managed to convince him to propose to the her. He was hesitant, but we prodded him on (we thought it would be so much fun if she said no), and then we said.... look man if she says yes ,we are going to celebrate by drinking tonight but every bit of penny, ofcourse from him. The poor guy went ahead and of course was promptly rejected (all my friends share my fate in love it seems ….lol) , poor guy was completely heartbroken and came back to the hostel late in the night.
So we thought , what the heck lets get drunk anyways. If not in celebration, then otherwise too, afterall since when drinking requires any excuse? None of us had any experience of making drinks, but my friend who had turned into a devdas overnight, took a swig directly from the bottle.
I missed my school chums and college friends…such lovely years… such carefree times, na duniya ka gum, na zinadagi ki chinta..jaane kahan gaye wo din……. may be the that time was soley our's!!….Though I do wonder why i am turning so nostalgic these days….am i running away from my present? ….am i being an escapist? …Something i accused someone else of being….ahem ahem….