Another Year has passed by... one more year has gone into chasing my dream of getting into a b-school... i thought that this year i would leave my company and would dedicatedly work for this one dream... but i dun know..is it the good appraisal that i got or Dad's transfer that has forced me to re-think upon my decision.... i feel like the protagonist in Alchemist who stops at the "crystal ware" shop to just eat something but stays there once he starts getting good money... I also feel like the Merchant who employed him.. for whom the dream of travelling to mecca becomes the reason for him to live... just like him i also at times feel that may be once i attain my objective i will loose my will to be the best... to outdo myself each time.... But i really dun wanna stop here... i dun want to make journey my destination....I really wanna see my treasure... So i have again started a journey... Though bruised, lil less motivated but still willing to reach there.... Its gonna be the third time i m gonna start on my journey but with each passing yr the people who support me have started to decrease... may be they have either lost their faith in me or they have become too busy in their own...But i dun wanna lok back...looking back makes u feel weak and tries to stop you....GOD do help me out this time.... I know you always have... but thoda zyaada de doge to chalega na yaar.... Please.... At times i feel worn out and aimless.. if nothing else... gimme enough strength to last one more yr...

Sote huye Sapno ko haqeeqat main badalte dekhte hai,
Sochte hai, hum kyon aise khwaab dekhte hai,
Na jaane Kyon akaanshayon ka kadd itna oocha hai,
Ki duaaon main sirf us ek sapne ko maangte firte hai...

woh kehte hai meri manzil door hai, main kehta hoon char kadam ke faasle pe hai,
woh kehte hai ki tufaano se ghire hai, main kehta hoon sukhe patto ki chadar main hai,
woh kehte hai ki apna rukh badal lo, isse kisi aur ke liye chod do,
main kehta hoon jiske liye ye yahaan tak aaya usse kisi aur ke liye kaise chod do.

Aashiqui kya ki, ki fasaane ban gaye,

Logon ke hasne ke bahane ban gaye,

Aisa nasha chaaya uski mohobbat ka,

ke DIL ke har kone MEHKHANE ban gaye

par kambhakht ishq ko hi tere naam likh diya hai

Chaand ki chandni se bikhar ke moti kuch is tarah se daaman pe chaaye hai,

jaise aus ki boondon ko phool apne main samaaye hai,

khuda ka karishma kahoo ya poori kaaynat kahoon ki tujhe dekh,

zindagi bhar teri gulami ke liye hum khud ko kharid laaye hai

The events happening in mahrashtra has forced me to write another of Halla Bol blogs. The guy is standing there like a magnum opus and making havoc only because of some few vote banks and raising the popularity quotient of his party. What does he want to achieve, show people how he can cause a stir in the people of lives or show how he can follow the footsteps of his uncle. In any case all he will end up doing is nothing. Apart from him i believe its the people of North india who should be blamed for running away from mumbai. Doing this would only strengthen the roots of another dictator. Rather fight it out now so that we can stop things like these emerging in future also. This would become an easy way for all upcoming politicians to make a mark on Indian Politics. Wake up NORTH INDIANS. Fight for your rights. Constitution of India gives you a right to Equality. Use it. Demand it.

Well this is another one, but something harsh n mocking

apne pyaar ko ehsaan keh diya,
ek pal main ikraar ko inkaar keh diya,
woh samajhte the ki hamein rota chod jaayenge,
zindagi bhar ke liye tanha chod jaayenge,
koi jaake unko jaake ye bataaye,
hum unme se nahi jo hai waqt ke sataaye,
dukh to bahut hai unke jaane ka,
magar usse bhi zyaada intezaar hai kisi aur ke aane ka,
bhagwaan kare tumhaari surat dekh tum par bhi koi taras khaaye,
kuch hi dino main tumko bhi koi mil jaaye.

Well, february is also the season of love. Going through a recent break up quiet a tough one for me right now. But i have realised that however hard i try, i always land up being in a state i m. So, as of now i have decided to take a break from love. I am tired of putting myself through the emotional stress each time this happens. As a matter of fact i think i have lost trust on the so called Love. Its a decieving fruit. So far, all i had is a bitter one n some people have only the sweeter ones. I dun know what it takes to be in the category but as of now its better if some retrospection is done. So, for all the sweet girls out there i know you are not vouching for me but still i am inaccessible for you right now. I am sure u will get plenty of doors open for you in the meanwhile. so, this sumit signing off from the website of love. For how long even i dun know. till i return. Chao.

Well time for taxation is right at the door step. Everywhere all i see is people discussing about their taxes. How much to pay, what to hide. Plenty of theories floating around. Anyways amongst all of this a thought crosses my mind. Is it really worth thinking about all this. All said and done India provides plenty of loopholes to cash in just to hope that its citizens will be true and will not take undue advantage. But as saying goes Indians will not spare a penny if they can. But then who does not like an extra ounce of money. I suppose i am just weak enough not to be a part of bandwagon and take the shelter of being ethical. Lets see if i could be one of them in the years to come.