Paper Planes

6 yrs old, Innocent and impatient, Dying to grow up as soon as possible 10 yrs old, Naughty and callous Dying to be out of parent's restricted shell 16 yrs old, Cute and confused Dying to understand the world's customs 22 yrs old, B'ful and confident Dying to be out, & make a mark for myself 26 yrs old, Hot and high headed Dying to be one of those on the top 32 yrs old, Adult and matured Dying to know whats next 40 yrs old, Middle-aged and secured Dying to figure out how to deal with my mid life crises 50 yrs old, Wrinkled and unsure Dying to do something different in life 60 yrs old, Whimsical and stubborn Dying to bring everyone in my control 70 yrs old, Aged and unbearable Dying to figure out what the world is upto 80 yrs old, Tired and intolerable Dying to look back and find few moments of happiness 85 yrs old, Weary and exhausted Dying to live my life again But now, I am really dying.....

Today I got an amazing example of a true leader while reading about a small incident from our former president Mr. Abdul Kalam's life. It goes like this: Mr. Kalam was chosen as the project director of one of India's largest satellite launch vehicle program, called the SLV-3. This program was to put India’s “Rohini” satellite into orbit by 1980. But then despite of lot of efforts towards making it a success, the same got failed miserably. There was some problem that got developed in the satellite at the last stage and instead of going into the orbit, the whole rocket system plunged into Bay of Bengal. It was a huge failure and a letdown for the whole team. Now, that very day, then chairman of the ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization), Prof. Satish Dhawan had called for a press conference, which was obviously to be conducted by Mr Kalam as he was the project director. While in the press conference, it seems Mr Kalam got really nervous. And then, Prof. Dhawan pulled ...

So, I am back after a break. Had been so busy with office and studies that I just had no time for any other thing in life! Anyway, today what bought me here is actually not me. Its one of my professors, whose story was just so damn incredible that I just could not hold myself from writing about this brilliant story of his, that he shared with all of us in the class today. It made me believe that even today great people exists, people who care for their loved ones, people who consider and put emotions at a very special elevated place in their lives, for whom relationships matter more than any thing in the world: more than position, money, job, settling abroad etc. Hats off to this man! And believe me, even you will feel the same after reading about the turning point in this man's career. So, I will start the story from the very relevant point. This man's dream came true when he got a job in PWC in US. I mean, it would have been a dream come true for anyone on this plane...

I finished reading Gone with the wind. I would begin with thanking the friend of mine who made me read this one book. I was reluctant in the beginning. Most of the classics that I have read, were during my PG and I really dint enjoy them much.Guess that was the study-effect:( You never like your course books, whatever you do! Infact, I used to find them really boring! But then, on the persuasion of my friend, I went on to read this one and then, there was never looking back. The novel is considered to be one of the best in the classics of all times. Indeed it is! Its fascinating, engrossing, captivating! It carries a whole lot of world in itself, saying this I am really finding it hard to search for ways in which I can encapsulate this one amazing piece. The story centers around Scarlett, the infamous protagonist. She is selfish, arrogant, too much proud, spoiled, brutally honest, but then, all these qualities, when amalgamated together made a very courageous, determined, audacious an...

“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.” ― Leonard Cohen I was a bit disturbed from last few days about something which is just so superficial, but then something that means a lot to a girl! Let me begin from starting Few days back someone commented on my tattoo that its fading and is no more clear. I, I said may be, but I love it. There had been so many incidents where people asked me about why dont I let go off my mole, why am I getting so many pimples suddenly and all that crap. I always ignored such nonsensical things till one day when, someone commented "You would look perfect sans these dark circles". And I, this time I went mad. Dude, you say anything negative about a girl's look and she might not sleep for days. Come on accept it, we girls are really insensitive about our looks. That's bad and shallow and hollow and superficial and blah blah,  in a way, yes! But we ca...

Why the world is so damn cruel? Why everyone around looks so mean? Why the hell did I ever get here, Here where there is only hurt and pain Why did I ever allow this heart to beat? Why did I give wings to my feelings? Why the hell did I ever made them free? Cant I rip this heart apart and throw it away? Cant I get rid of these painful feelings? Cant I throw all my emotions somewhere away? And be with me, in peace and serenity What was that I did so wrong? What was that bought me on this trail? Trail, full of pain and hurt... Do I really deserve all this? This awful ache  This unbearable pain...

याद आती है उन बीतें दीनो कि, जब माँ क़ि गोद हमारा आँगन थी, जब माँ क़ि बातें हमें सहलाती थी, जब माँ क़ि हसी हमें ज़माने भर कि खुशियाँ दे जाती थी, जब माँ का डाटना भी लगता था उसका प्यार, जब हमारे रूठने पर वो करती थी दुलार, माँ के हाथों में वो ख़न-खनाती चूड़ीयान, आएने पे चिपकी माँ कि वो छोटी सी बिंदियाँ, माँ के सिंदूर कि वो प्यारी सी डिबईयाँ, माँ कि पायल क़ि वो मीठी सी झंकार, माँ के प्यार से सज़ा वो घरबार, माँ क़ि ख़ुशबू से महकता हर कोना, माँ क़ि गोध में वो सर रख कर सोना, याद आती है उन बीतें दीनो की, जब माँ क़ि आह्टो से होती थी हर सुबह, और माँ क़ि लोरियों से होती थी शाम जुदा, जब घनी धूप से बचाता था माँ का आँचल, जब रहती थी वो साथ हर लम्हा, हर पल, ना जाने कहाँ खो गये वो दिन, जब एक पल ना रह पाते थे हम तेरे बिन, आज भी बहुत याद आती है तेरी माँ, तेरे सायँ के बिन, क्या बतायें है हम कितने तन्हा, काश होते हम, आज भी साथ तेरे, तेरे आँगन में खेलते बिल्कुल पहले की तरह, तेरे पहलू में सर रख कर सोते, तुझे गले लगा कर जी भर कर रोते, सुनने को तेरी प्यारी मीठी बातें तरसते है हम, तेरे सीने से लगने को आज भी त...