Old Ends and New Beginnings

"Till the day I let you go, Until we say our next hello, Its not Goodbye...." Ink On..... “Practically it was a Thursday night but technically it was a Friday morning. You can say that for me the Friday started early or rather put it this way, that the Thursday lasted for long. The brown colored watch on the pale yellow wall showed 5 in the morning, the time appeared to me as horrible as the color combination I described above.  Well, in our country by that time most of the sane beings get well equipped to proceed with their daily chores but I was still struggling with the past days backlog and was burning the mid night oil to get done with the Sales presentation I was supposed to present in the Fridays Global Team Call. After interacting 5 hours with the laptop and sacrificing similar proportion of sleep, I realized that what I have created is something you can call as a “State of the Art” piece. Though I am not that self- obsessed guy but at that time the se

"The Nicer the person seems to be, the more suspicious you must become-Is it really a Golden Rule?"  Ink On..... "The Nicer the person seems to be , the more suspicious you must become"..I was in 9th standard, when I first read this phrase in one of my course book.There was a chapter named "The Umbrella Man" where there was a Old Man who tried to be nice with a lady and the lady used this phrase as a tool to judge that being. At that time I thought, well, what a crap is this? I mean, if some one is acting nice why to be judgmental?But as the days passed I thought there is no harm giving it a try and I too started using that tool to conclude about the nature of people, but it didn't help much because whom I considered as bad fellows as they tried being nice to me were at times actually good and vice versa. Thus after such a flop show I simply stopped using it.  Now you might be thinking, how come the Friday Blogger is reminding us about suc

It's when you have lot inside and difficult to hide...sharing that with some one..is against your pride..we get a resort...to pen it down...to move away..from one to another..to drift away from wings to feather...we take a stride to pen it down..to drift away from wave to tide..."Prashant" Sharing all what I have written, you can call it a poetry or shaayari..or whatever you think is fit..."For me they are expressions...which were inside, they travelled as a wave...and I simply captured them in words..so that they do not become tide.."पराश " 1) मुझको काफ़िर तो ख़ुद को ख़ुदा केहते हैं , होते हैं ख़ुद से दूर और मुझको जुदा केहते हैं ,     अभी तो एक शाम ही बीती है तेरे शहर में "पराश" , लोग अभी से मुझे गुमशुदा कहते हैं।  2) इस शहर की एक खासियत है  "पराश" , मुसाफिर कोई नहीं रहता यहाँ आने के बाद ;     लोग मिलते हैं गले लग के बड़ी तसल्ली से यहाँ , सूरते हाल पूछता नहीं कोई तेरे जाने के बाद। 3) उम्र बीती सबके फ़ल्सफ़े सुन

"Is life full of uncertainties or we are ignorant to certainties? " Ink ON..... It was just like another Friday morning, the only thing which was different was my mood.The time I opened my eyes, I was not very excited with that Friday feeling.While I was doing the gigantic task of taking a bath in the breath taking winters of Delhi, I realized that somewhere something is not good.While I was battling with numerous thoughts and was busy in several permutations and combinations that what all can go wrong, I overlooked and underestimated my intuitions.I left home and hired an auto for the Janak Puri Metro Station. Unlike other week days..I got an auto in front of our society's gate, I was amazed and happy.I thought that whatever crap my brain was manufacturing few hours back was not of any use and this day is going to be a perfect day like other Fridays'.While I was on the way to metro station I realized that my watch is missing, I gave a call back to home and in