Naye naye naina mere...

Not that my Hindi is great... not that the driving on Mumbai roads in the Monsoon is a pleasure... but Radio Mirchi 98.3 FM  has been keeping good company... :) invariably dishing out 2 of my fav songs of the recent times...something to bring a smile on to your face... :) Thank you RJ Suren & RJ Jeeturaaj...

Check them out.. for the benefit of myself and people like me, I ve tried sourcing the lyrics and the translations.. and yes thanks to Google :)

1) Naye naye naina mere from Ishaqzaade

Naye naye naina mere dhoondhe hain
Darbadar kyun tujhe
Naye naye manzar yeh takte hai
Iss kadar kyun mujhe
Zara zara phoolon pe jhadne laga dil mera
Zara zara kaanton se lagne laga dil mera

Why do my like-new eyes look for you everywhere..
why do these new sceneries look at me so much..
my heart started falling on flowers little by little..
my heart started to feel love for thorns a little..

Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Aatishein woh kahaan
Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Ranjishein hai dhuan haan

I'm disturbed, confused, where are those fireworks..
I'm disturbed, confused,The animosity is (gone in) smoke..

Gash kha ke galiyan, mudne lagi hain, mudne lagi hain
Raahon se teri, judne lagi hain, judne lagi hain
Chaubare saare yeh meelon ke maare se
Poochhe hain tera pata
Zara zara chalne se thakne laga hai dil mera
Zara zara udne ko karne laga dil mera

The streets, fainting, have started to turn,
they've begun getting connected to your paths,
all these squares (crossroads), as if tired of distances,
ask for your address..
My heart has begun getting tired of walking a little..
My heart wants to fly now, little by little..

Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Dilkashi ka samaa
Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Khwahishon ka samaa

I'm disturbed, confused, It's a weather of loveliness..
I'm disturbed, confused, It's a weather of wishes..

Be-baat khud pe, marne lagi hoon
Marne lagi hoon
Bebaak aahein, bharne lagi hoon
Bharne lagi hoon
Chaahat ke chheente hain, khaare bhi meethe hain
Main kya se kya ho gayi
Zara zara fitrat badalne laga dil mera
Zara zara kismat se ladne laga dil mera

Kaisi madhoshiyan
Mastiyan, mastiyan

For no reason, I have started loving myself,
falling for myself..
I've begun to sigh openly, freely..
These are splatters/drops of love,
even though salty, they feel as if sweet,
What has become of me..
My heart has begun to change intentions little by little..
My heart has begun to fight against fate, little by little..

What intoxications..
Joys, joys...

Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Aatishein woh kahaan
Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Ranjishein hai duan haan

2) Pani da rang from Vicky Donor

Pani da rang vekh ke
Akhiyaan cho anju rul de
Maahiya na aaya mera, maahiya na aaya
Maahiya na aaya mera, maahiya na aaya
Ranjhana na aaya mera, maahiya na aaya
Maahiya na aaya mera, ranjhana na aaya
Akhaan da noor vekh ke
Akhaan da noor vekh ke
Akhiyaan cho anju rul de

Seeing the color of water,
tears roll down my eyes
my lover didn't come, my beloved didn't come..
seeing the glow of the eyes,
tears roll down my eyes..

Kamli ho gayi tere bina aaja ranjhan mere
Baarish barkha sab kuch beh gayi, aaya nahi jind mere
Akhaan da noor vekh ke
Akhiyaan cho anju rul de

I went mad without you, come o my love,
all the rain flowed away, nothing stayed in my heart,
seeing the glow of eyes,
tears roll down my eyes..

Kotthe utte beh ke akhiyaan milaunde
Na jaana main tu kabhi chhod
Tere utte marda, pyaar tenu karda
Milega tujhe na koi aur
Tu bhi aa sabko chhod ke
Tu bhi aa sabko chhod ke
Meri akhiyaan cho anju rul de
Akhiyaan cho anju rul de

on the roof our eyes meet,
I don't have to leave you ever..
I fell for you, I love you,
You'll not find anyone else (so much loving)
You too come, leaving everyone..
You too come, leaving everyone..
tears roll down my eyes..
tears roll down the eyes..

Pani da rang vekh ke
Akhiyaan cho anju rul de...

Rain Drops !

Rain drops try to touch the soul
As skies seem to smile
Shields are slowly melting away
Drenching all that's been still for a while

Streams flow down the mountain paths
Nudging the resting pebbles along
Spreading the green  and blooms around
Cascading down creating rainbows on a song

Rivers wade through the pent-up thoughts
Crossing the bridges into the Sea
Waves reach out below the ocean floor
Can they dig and find the hidden me?

Living in Mumbai !

Its been three long years... and I still find it difficult to comprehend that I am a full fledged Mumbaikar...I should say we are more than settled now and the pieces have slowly fallen into place, but there's always this nagging feeling at the back of my mind .. God only knows about what...

Honestly.... Mumbai Rocks !
                The city literally never sleeps. you will be amazed to find scores of people at Juhu Chowpati at 2.00 AM happily gorging on the Pav Bhaji  and trying to wade through the waves dunking the police patrols, or "Bade Miya" behind Taj Hotel being packed with people giving food orders  till so very late, or traffic jams on roads even in the middle of the nights.
               If given a chance, I would probably call it " More than a Maximum City", 'cause, I cant really figure out how so many people, vehicles, sky scrapers and languages can fit into this limited space. Every where you go, you are bound to bump into people any where, any time.  You cant really find a place of peace or silence, unless you close out all windows and lock yourself indoors at your home. ( Even then, you might hear an occasional honk and roar).
                Another amazing thing that I noticed at Mumbai is that, people don't seem to be measuring the distance at all, as they always talk about it in terms of time.  You go about and ask anyone how far do they stay from office and 99% of the time their answer would be in terms of time and occasionally if you are lucky, you might get to hear the place and the route they take... Distance doesn't matter :)
                You really need not worry about who is watching you and what you are wearing, what you talk and what you eat. Quite honestly, no body cares. More so because they don't have time. You will hardly know your neighbours and no one will even get to know if somethings happens inside your house, unless and until you have police and journalists find something of major interest which might help them with the headlines.
               Everything in Mumbai is taken with an essence of time. because life is always running .... from morning till night... as everyone and everything plays a major and critical role in your daily schedule, right from spouse & children and all other family members, friends, water, maids, vendors, school buses, autos, taxis, trains, buses, fuel stations, traffic,rains, nakabandis, vehicle break-downs, office lifts, bosses, teams,  telephone lines etc etc etc... and more so if you can remember and add to the list.
              That brings me to another topic that's been coming to my mind for the past few days. While in Mumbai we not only lead a vertical living, half the life goes on roads. Not just because the roads are bad, rains are bad, traffic management system is bad, but more so because people are insensitive and unsympathetic towards others. Thousands of Auto drivers, taxi drivers,bus drivers and truck drivers probably lack the educating system that might make them understand  the importance of not breaking the traffic rules. We even see the urban educated zipping past Red signals, taking the wrong Right/Left/ U-Turns which makes the life miserable for all others. The lack of time probably also contributes to the lack of maintenance of vehicles which invariably break-down and hold up traffic for hours together. Everybody is in a hurry to reach somewhere on time, that no one even cares if they jump lanes or scrape past our vehicles.  More importantly, I am not sure how many are actually thinking of all the fuel waste apart from the time of life that is getting wasted away on Mumbai roads. If everyone were to follow all the rules and put in their bit of efforts to run things smoothly, I am sure we can all save on everything and that might be better than protesting against the fuel price hikes
                 Before you start doubting my good intentions, let me quickly come back to the point of easy life in Mumbai. You get everything here.... from across the country to anywhere in the world.  Right from different cuisines to different languages, schools, colleges, temples, shops that sell your favorite and traditional south indian items , hundreds of malls which can help you loosen your purse strings, mega stores which might make your forget your long lists while travelling abroad.....Theres nothing like you cant find here and the best thing is everything will come to your doorstep..  pizzas,  eggs, tailors, beauticians, medicines you name it you got it.... :) some small mercies in the time lacked lives...
              The City teams with glamour, not just in the countless movie stars, TV stars,  Superstars and their houses and vanity vans and hospitals, models, Ad makers, Journalists, Fashion shows, but in the fashion streets, to the neighbourhood stalls which dish out fashion wear to college students , to the malls that get filled on weekends with walking divas... everyone is a star in their own right... In Mumbai, you get to see a wide variety of colours, fashion and glamour walking past you even if you fail to notice.
               
I am also not sure how far it is true that people age faster in Mumbai... So.. all you need is the energy, spring in your feet, penchant for pushing forward, and a heart to enjoy life as it comes... rather what ever life that is left for yourself in the small wee hours !

Satyamev Jayate !!!

I always liked Aamir Khan... :) right from the time of QSQT... till Satya Mev Jayate...

http://www.maddeningsilences.blogspot.in/2008/06/some-links-that-interested-me.html

Hmmm, I had to include the SMJ bit there, because, according to me, the transition of this personality from a cute little movie star to a movement has been phenomenal ! You need brains, guts and also good intentions to the take the bull by the horn or hit the nail on the head... he seems ready to face the pats on the back as well as brick bats with a smile on his face... of course along with few tears in his eyes once in a while..I've got to admit that my Sunday mornings have never been so engrossing since the Mahabharat days on Doordarshan... :).

http://www.maddeningsilences.blogspot.in/2008/12/doordharshan-zindabad.html

All the more, when I watch each episode, I don't just feel bad to see the filth around, but it actually makes me wonder 'what can I do to make this better'...and I don't think a mere sms or donations are going to help much, but this requires a whole lot of involvement altogether. People need to think and become more involved, more engaged with the family, society, nation....It would probably need a complete re haul and change in our thought processes....

I do hope the time to begin has come... to Be The Change !

Salute - http://www.satyamevjayate.in/

Will the dreams come back ???

At times, when she sits alone
Even in the engulfing chaos around
She strains to hear the foot falls…
Will the silence come back?

When she tries to refresh her thoughts

Set in a life linked across times

Warming the heart and raking the past...

Will the memories come back?

While she looks back at a life that’s gone

Trying to trace the path back into love

Like the showers of rain from above...

Will the smiles come back?

As the Sun goes down on another day       

Bridging the worlds with a ray of hope

She looks up to grab the stars again...

Will the dreams come back?

Resolution 2012 !

Today morning, after a long time, when I walked 3 KM in half hour, I realised I need "To get my time back for myself !"  I guess it may not be as simple as it sounds, but I am planning to follow the basic steps to try to achieve this task.. :)

Decrease the list of priorities
Discipline
De-clutter
and  most importantly learning to say NO.

Hope it works...so that it would also help me come the blog way more often !

Cheers !

Happy Days @ IIM Calcutta

 

For a long time now, I have had a dream of being part of IIMC. Being associated with this great institution and to be recognized as one of the alumni has been my longest wish, dream and inspiration. Throughout my years of experience working with various organizations, I have had the privilege of working with some of the great minds who have all been alumni of the esteemed IIMC. Working with them closely has given me an opportunity to understand the core strengths and principles of this institution - depth of the knowledge, dynamism in handling multiple things, decision making, and most importantly - doing it right.

The course - Executive Program in Global Business Management, that I decided to pursue would probably give me an insight into all the domain areas of business management,  the concept of learning, enhancing the current skills and also interacting with people across the country who suddenly became batch mates has been a great experience so far.  The days when we met up for classes online, the questions, the doubts, the explanations,  and all the laughs and fun during the breaks ....started making us look forward to Thursdays & Sundays .

The campus visit - of one week at IIM Kolkata in May / June 2011 was like a life changing experience. Amidst all the sweating weather of Kolkata...getting adjusted to the hostel life...literally running to escape from the continuous stretch of birds on the trees....3 meals in the hostel canteen.... all the walking up and down to classes... the lake fronts and the occasional drizzles... the old & new hostel blocks.... meeting up with professors and attending day long sessions.... taking strolls across the campus early in the mornings and late in the nights....all 7/8 of us trying to fit into Rajan's small car... long journeys outside in to Kolkata city in the evenings... , Rajan's fainting session and Saurabh's rolls and jokes and nonstop laughter schedules .... Sonia's amazing capability of organising things and Disha's vegetarian problems... Prashant & Sanjay's struggles with our shopping and Tagnya's traditional cuisine recommendations..... the official gala dinner and all the photo sessions...meeting Venkats, Vinods, Ran pandays and all the other numerous names from our online sessions....the life seem to have transformed into a different world. Those 6 days were an amazing part of my life.... as I have never laughed so much in my life.... I have never spoken so much in my life....I have never walked so much in my life....... and I guess I have never lived for myself so much in my life.... I wish it had continued.....

The exams - all the mad rush for studying through half the nights…telling half the people we meet about  the vast portions we have...the crazy schedule of endless questions in zipping past minutes….. everyone eager to know if we have scored enough… and almost taking the jokes from our kids… it’s definitely fun after so many long years… 

The class mates – We study, we struggle, we bring snacks for others, we help each other with logins, we keep pulling each other’s legs during the breaks and I guess we have already become like friends for life. Saurabh Chakrabarti, Rajan Modi, Sanjay Gomes, Sonia Pahuja, Disha Nariani, Prashant Lotlikar, Tagnya Bhatt & Shweta Gupta…. We rock!

I do hope at least some sediments of all these knowledge sessions seep back into my already saturated head and remains there for future reference.  Till then, these days will always remain in my mind as a phase of Happy Days in my life.

Is this where she ends ???

Somewhere down the paths of life

You seem to have taken different ways

As she went far away from you

Life seems to have disappeared in many ways

There is this emptiness inside

A void that refuses to get filled

mind hops on to multiple things.. while

the heart just waits there...stilled

On this journey thats taking her far

Can she see ahead beyond these bends?

Is this where she begins again or

Is this where she ends....?