tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338410982012-01-28T12:54:57.628-08:00Dance of the Falling Leafबढ़ गया था प्यास का एहसास दरिया देखकर ,
हम पलट आये मगर पानी को प्यासा देखकर.Anuragnoreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-18739238984686610202012-01-28T12:54:00.000-08:002012-01-28T12:54:57.637-08:00What we should know about 2012
The more important stuff
+ The number of available girls in the market would increase in absolute terms, but reduce as a percentage (over number of available boys) as increased means of communication with smart phones play a complimentary role to gtalk in establishing relationships in colleges!
+ The blatant use of ‘POKE’ button on Facebook would gradually recede Anuragnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-7723645569628694132011-10-08T13:50:00.000-07:002011-10-08T14:01:58.276-07:00A fast track city!
I have been living in a metro for close to half a dozen months, and it has been quite an experience. The city has greeted me well with awesome weather, a mix and match of airport runways and Harappan pavements, better traffic than Delhi and lots of work! The reason I say ‘metro’ is because, I have never lived this long in one before, and to be honest I feel strange and Anuragnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-58970331585207567122011-04-20T04:22:00.000-07:002011-04-20T04:28:16.735-07:00India and BatmanIt was a fun filled month for all the Indian Batman fans as we had our very own desi version of Bruce Wayne trying to fight for justice and attempting to clean up our Gotham city. Mr. Hazare in his own unique ways reminded me of The Dark Knight, trying to rejuvenate a slowly decaying system. His greatest problem however is that unlike Batman, he has to face more than one Joker, Anuragnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-8810671415609937892011-03-09T23:46:00.000-08:002011-03-09T23:57:36.886-08:00To Meow or notAs soon as the CAT and other MBA entrance results are out, a pertinent question which had been delayed till the day of the results, comes back from the grave like the Undertaker, and starts encircling the minds of the 'aspirants' akin to the manner in which the wrestling God moves around his opponent. The question, or actually the only question which can make or break your chances Anuragnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-22935979251553231192011-01-22T10:20:00.000-08:002011-01-22T11:00:03.635-08:00WISHLISTLets make this simple. Following are few of the things I wish should happen in the coming year, and why I have come out with such a list would become obvious to you by the time you reach the end. So lets begin. 1. Removal of ‘About Me’ from all social networking websites. For God’s sake only three kinds of people who actually take the trouble of filling it. First in the list are those Anuragnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-44723481602179654402010-12-22T08:19:00.000-08:002010-12-22T08:23:52.854-08:00The Unseen Thread Scene 1 Scene opens: Two farmers talking at a distance, a young hermit sitting under a tree deep in meditation Farmer 1: “Who is this strange sage, I have never seen someone so deep in meditation? I had once met a rishi from the Himalayas, he told me that meditation was a way to connect to God, however he never talked about a meditation after starving yourself” Farmer 2: “I Anuragnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-24531699164614441742010-07-02T15:07:00.000-07:002010-07-02T15:16:53.178-07:00The Lost Pages Imagine a child, a very young child, too innocent to understand the meaning of money, power and politics, whose restless hands are constantly itching to play with a new toy, given a book to read, as a gift. The child overwhelmed by his twitchy fingers tears off pages from the book, strewing them all over the house. Now imagine, God being that child and that book containing the Anuragnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-68937193331755989522010-02-14T01:09:00.000-08:002010-02-14T01:13:00.820-08:00On a Valentine’s DayAs I woke up today with a shoulder that hurt like hell, the first thing I heard (read from a Gtalk SM) was about a blast in Pune. The day proceeded there on. It is Valentine’s Day and my day starts with the news of an act of utmost hatred! I have never felt comfortable with idea of having a single day celebrating love. And that day too has been disfigured and moulded into a Anuragnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-6750433241908508462009-11-26T07:27:00.000-08:002009-11-26T07:39:11.972-08:00THE HISTORY REPEATSLife at a fledgling management institute after graduating from an old and established engineering institution has been challenging. A lot of things have changed, and this includes my attitude towards life and humans (:P). The funny thing about my leaving college was that I was probably the last final year on campus. I went to see off everyone, each time returning sadder than Anuragnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-7198674027858736992009-08-28T05:50:00.000-07:002009-08-28T06:00:39.404-07:00Light through a PrismFierce winds-Rain lashing down-lightning-face of a man appears-fear-darkness-splashes-someone running-gunshot-blood-murder-scream.Tim wakes up, wet with sweat. He has been dreaming the same dream…again. Same dream since past 11 years. He felt his head, throbbing with pain. The agony of dreaming the same dream, every night was showing its effect. Sleep is good when you have Anuragnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-44238871856136406742009-03-24T07:01:00.000-07:002009-03-24T07:12:09.789-07:00 Wall A wall stands by the road that leads to the old town of Tinsel. A wall that has seen times change, and has been withered down by torrential rains, heavy gusts and scorching sun. The wall painted in orange white green, each colour neatly painted as a horizontal stripe, now reeks of ammonia and mosses grow along Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-20187533833309362022009-02-04T05:00:00.000-08:002009-02-04T05:01:49.310-08:00The Snitch In the game of quidditch, the snitch is third and the most important of all balls. It is the job of the seeker to catch hold of the snitch and as soon as that happens, the game ends. In real life, all of us irrespective of our gender, position, age and background are in search of our own snitch. It may be wealth, success, tranquility, leisure, pleasure, love, gain, glory Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-62477313271989142042009-02-03T01:34:00.000-08:002009-02-03T02:54:44.186-08:00Anuragnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-47901910437809896482008-11-28T12:41:00.000-08:002008-11-28T12:47:47.443-08:0015 th August, 1947. In winters it is pretty easy to find ragged beggars lying beside the street, battling the cold. You watch them and pity them and move ahead, leaving the wretched poor man on his own. You go for shopping and stop by at a local restaurant for a snack. A small child comes up and hands you a glass of water. Some of us sadly contemplate whether the child should be at Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-53524348903131346192008-08-23T10:48:00.000-07:002008-08-23T10:53:06.417-07:00Story of a BoyIt was the last Sunday of May, an important day for the young boys of Picaris. It was on this day that an annual ritual was performed where all young ones made their own roller board and took part in a race. A race that did not mean much to the older men of the town, but for the local boys it meant eternal glory.It was a little cloudy today, quite strange for the month of May. Anuragnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-44400869770506892922008-05-16T02:56:00.004-07:002008-05-16T19:03:41.192-07:00Coffee.. anyone??‘The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one’s self. All sin is easy after that’ I got very poor grades in my Moral Science in school, so theoretically I flunked at the very beginning of starting out my life as a social animal, and hence the following article is not exactly certified by the Board for Secondary Education. But then this is a free country, I can do and say Anuragnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-916870510895641712008-04-19T11:32:00.000-07:002008-04-19T11:37:16.752-07:00 A LESSON FROM THE PAST Every great civilization has a history. A history which is very often marred with battles, conquests, achievements, and a continuous process of change and development. Ours is one such great civilization. We have a culture filled with engrossing myths, tales of valor, ideas of great thinkers and a thread ofAnuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-21094264851526474952008-02-15T12:55:00.000-08:002008-02-15T13:17:00.825-08:00REQUIEM In the world filled by darkness cold and fear,I feel lonely again, longing for someone dear. I speak now as if in a trance,Caught in this state not by mere chance. But due to some frailty of my mind,When it pains me by showing dreams unkind. And then I remember what I have seen,And heard tales, fables, and stories, umpteen. Of bees and blossoms and, springs and Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-38600884320039862802007-12-29T09:42:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:48:49.275-08:00MOSER-BAER I have always stated that I subconsciously try to emulate people I have met in my life and all I pen down is nothing original or creative. So in future if you come across someone who calls me a cheating liar, well, believe him. I also promised that I would share some of the most important moments of my college life with you. What I merely wish is that the words of these people have Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-44075198864001554222007-11-01T17:41:00.001-07:002007-11-01T18:07:35.821-07:00HOT SEATIt has been a rollicking journey so far as an undergraduate. I have always stated that I use bits and pieces of others' personalities to form my own. Hence, I don't actually exist. My whole physical entity is more of an ensemble of thoughts and ideas of the people I have met in life who have influenced me.And the last three years in college have somehow been a real transformation period. Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-12040768770720136832007-09-25T23:45:00.000-07:002007-09-25T23:50:12.303-07:00A CUP OF COFFEE AND A LITTLE DRIZZLEOn a rainy night in september in Allahabad, a weather completely rare for the city, when a young romancer might feel lonely, when the breeze is so cool and serene that the tranquilizing effect it has can sooth the most enverate mind, or when the surroundings are filled with gentle music of the water trickling down and the sound of it splashing on the puddles. Anuragnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-82196187176182931812007-08-14T10:08:00.000-07:002007-08-14T10:10:54.376-07:00A girl’s speech on Independence Day So much has been said already by people whose words carry much more meaning than mine, that it seems that whatever I write here might just turn out to be a mixture of ideas of various people over time. So I am not going to burden myself with heavy quotes and deep philosophical and social relevance of independence. What I will write about is a young girl’s Anuragnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-12788375551047544532007-06-28T08:27:00.000-07:002007-06-28T10:22:51.003-07:00 A CUP OF TEA…… It is 2’o clock at night and I find myself sitting on the old, crippled bench on roadside teashop. I have decided against narrating my cause for being at such a place at such time. But, just to give you an idea, I had been working continuously for 2 hours and failed to find a proper solution to Anuragnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-74608025044443493932007-06-24T20:35:00.001-07:002007-06-24T20:35:40.932-07:00I wrote this one for a community post.Thought it was good enough to be posted here. Hiding in a lie, .........i fake a smile,to be with you. Living in recluse, .........i party all night ,to be with you. Drenched in pain, .........i laugh out loud,to be with you. Bruised and hurt, .........i heal others,to be with you. Sick and tired, .........i'll run a mile, to be with you. Down and out, .....Anuragnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-37959550416763089372007-05-30T14:47:00.000-07:002007-05-30T20:09:13.712-07:00TIME-TROUBLE I have been thinking of writing this one for a long time now. Till now I have only written about some truths and done a little bit of surgeon-like dissection of facts. I have always tried to present facts, without bending them to suit my needs. Well in this one I try out an entirely different genre, and it might not come out well. But still taking a little liberty I try out myAnuragnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33841098.post-85954762393233385682007-04-05T21:05:00.000-07:002007-04-05T21:07:22.445-07:00In this one I do not intend to find faults in anyone, or frame charges against people and authorities {they seem to have got me into quite a trouble lately},but rather describe one of my infirmities. I somehow have been able to nurture a fear of animals ever since the day I was born into this world. No matter in what package they come I am simply afraid of them, small pets, stray dogs, Anuragnoreply@blogger.com4