Thursday, August 31, 2006

Tere Mere Sapne....

The ultimate romantic song... can't get better than this... No one like Rafi...If anyone has felt the feeling of love even for a single moment in his/her life, he/she would agree...

tere mere sapne, ab yek rang hain
jahan bhi le jaaye raahein, hum sang hain

mere tere dil ka, tay thaa ek din milana
jaise bahaar aane par, tay hain fool kaa khilana
o mere jeewan saathi.. ..

tere dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab tere
tere ye do nainaa, chaand aaur suraj mere
o mere jeewan saathi.. ..

lakh mana le duniya, saath naa ye chhootega
aa ke mere haathon me, haath naa ye chhootega
o mere jeewan saathi.. ..

tere mere sapne, ab yek rang hain
jahan bhi le jaaye raahein, hum sang hain

Mera mann tera pyasa....

One of my favorite romantic songs... check it out...

Mera Man Tera Pyaasa, Mera Man Tera
Poori Kab Hogi Aasha, Mera Man Tera

Jab Se Maine Dekha Tujhe Mera Dil Nahin Raha, Mera
De De Apna Haath Mere Haathon Mein Kya Jaye, Tera
Ab To Na Todo Aasha, Mera Man Tera...

Zindagi Hai Meri Ek Daanv, Tu Hai Haar Jeet, Meri
Aise Vaise Kaise Bhi Tu Khel Humse Jaisi Marzi, Teri
Kitni Hai Bholi Aasha, Mera Man Tera...

Pata Nahin Kaun Hoon Maein, Kya Hoon Aur Kahan Mujhe, Jaana
Apni Vo Kahaani Jo Anjaani Ho Ke Ban Gayi, Fasaana
Jeevan Kya Hai, Tamaasha, Mera Man Tera...

Koi Lauta De Mere Beete Hue Din.........

Albele Din Pyaare Mere Bichhde Saath Sahaare
Haye Kahan Gaye Haye Kahan Gaye
Aankhon Ke Ujiyare Meri Sooni Raat Ke Taare
Haye Kahan Gaye

Koi Lauta De Mere Beete Hue Din
Beete Hue Din Woh Mere Pyaare Palchhin

Mere Khwabon Ke Mahal, Mere Sapnon Ke Nagar
Pee Liya Jinke Liye Maine Jeevan Ka Zahar
Aaj Maein Dhoondun Kahan Kho Gaye Jaane Kidhar
Beete Hue Din Woh Mere Pyaare Palchhin

Maein Akela To Na Tha The Mere Saathi Kai
Ek Aandhi Si Uthi Jo Bhi Tha Leke Gai
Aise Bhi Din The Kabhi Meri Duniya Thi Meri
Beete Hue Din Woh Mere Pyaare Palchhin

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Thanks for everything!

I got this post from here It touched a part of me somewhere inside so I thought I cross post it here. The one thing I got from this post is that an individual should have his feet firmly on ground. Somewhere along the journey of life, we forget to prioritize and we forget to thank GOD for what we have. Unfortunately, many of us never realize this until we have lost something very very precious. So, I am posting this story here so that may be it could help someone understand the importance of holding on, the importance of being thankful and in the process, prevent hime from loosing someone/something really important and really special. Here it goes...

Giving Thanks

I had one of those life changing events a few years back. I've told some people the story and they've found it interesting, so I thought today would be a good day to share it.

I entered Navy boot camp in San Diego, California on October 23rd, 1990. We had a kind of rough time of it in my company, we had a company commander that was tougher and more of a disciplinarian than your run-of-the-mill Navy enlisted guy. Nothing terrible, but none of us could look back at that experience and say it was easy or pleasant.

Meal times were not the relaxed, familial gatherings that I had grown up with in the suburbs of Houston. From the time we sat at the table we had about 10 minutes to eat. We were running a lot (5 or so miles a day, in boots). I was starving and picked up the loathsome habit of shoveling my food into my mouth as fast as possible. I needed the energy.

Thanksgiving came around and we had a reduced work schedule. They had a church service and most everybody went. (It was the only place where they didn't yell at you.)

The priest (Father Ski, can't remember his Polish last name) had a moment in his sermon where he said, "Some of you may be feeling sorry for yourselves being away from home, but you should know, for some of your shipmates, this will be the best Thanksgiving they've ever had."

Then we went to our holiday meal. It was the typical Navy food, better than the other services, but when they're cooking for thousands of guys in one day they can't really make it taste like home. The one real luxury was that they gave us 20 minutes to eat it.

We had been used to eating a plate of food in 10 minutes, so we all ate our food and then were sitting there looking at each other. I didn't know what else to say, so I mentioned that what Father Ski said in his sermon had really stuck with me. I didn't mind the food, and I had wanted to join the Navy for a long time, but I didn't think that anyone could possibly say that this was the best Thanksgiving anyone could have. There was some general agreement at the table but then the guy sitting across from me piped up to disagree. He said:

Well, this is the best Thanksgiving I've ever had. My dad is a drunk, and he beat me every day for as long as I remember. Thanksgiving and Christmas are the days when he gets the drunkest and beats me the worst. So, this may not be the greatest Thanksgiving for you all, but no one's going to beat me today.


I sat there stunned. I knew that people lived like that, but I had never met anyone like that before. It was something I had seen on TV, but didn't really know that it happenend. Since I had been a little cavalier in the way I made my comment, I tried to think of something comforting or apologetic to say. But the recruit in charge slapped his hand on the table, signaling that it was our time to form up and march back the barracks.

I'd had a pretty good life before that point and I've had a good life since. There have been rough patches sometimes and things haven't always been perfect. But whenever I get worked up about something or things aren't going right, I remember that guy. And every Thanksgiving I know exactly what I'm thankful for. I have a good family who have helped to provide me with a good life. It was something I'd taken for granted before that Thanksgiving in boot camp, but never since.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Two Choices

THIS IS SOMETHING THAT TOUCHED MY HEART...READ ON...

What would you do? You make the choice! Don't look for a punch line; there isn't one! Read it anyway. My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child. "Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked," Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the e first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled led, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who h it the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.

Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people on your address list that aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

The choice is yours!

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

How my passport lost its virginity!

hey I m back.. I know its been a while that ive written any entry.. Its just that I am on my first international assignment in Bahrain so cudnt get enough time/energy to write something..but trust me there is so much to tell!!!
It all happened one fine day when I was asked to come to Bahrain to replace a senior consultant. Well I agreed to it but since this was the first trip I was making abroad, I was kinda nervous. And the country is Bahrain, a muslim country where a vegggie ( strict one at that too) might be starved to death!!! LOL
So the first thing to be done was to get my ECNR ( Emigration check not required) thing done from the emigration office in Santacruz. Well Well Well... Lemme tell u a fact abt me ....Strange happenings and me usually go together!! LOL My life has always been a sort of "Mistress of Spices" Kuch na Kuch to hota hi rehta hai....Lemme recapture the events of the fateful day when I had to get my ticket from the Gulf Air office and then procedd to get the ECNR check on my "virgin" pasport. Actually I was not supposed to go to the airport to get the Ticket. My PTA had arrived a day before and smone had to go. But being the analytical a** I am, I figured that if someone else went to get my ticket, and then I go for the ECNR check, I wont be able to reach in time ( the emigration office closes at sharp 12:30 pm ) So as I took the auto to my office, this enlightenment struck me and I decided to get the ticket myself. The Sahar International Airport in Mumbai is a mess.. the gulf air office is at the Ist floor and I was dropped on the ground floor by the auto driver ( u can go directly to the Ist floor through a flyover). I had to walk almost a kilometer in search of the gulf air office but finally I did reach there. There was a gentleman standing on the counter and he had a peculiar problem that his e-ticket was refused an ECNR check by the emigration office and me being the smart a** that I am ... I refused to accept the e-ticket issued to me and then those poor ppl issued me a paper ticket...LOLSo, there I was haapy and content..yo man.. I m cool.. so next step.. I took an auto to the ECNR office .. The office closes by 12:30 pm and i made it by 12:24 pm ...watever..once u r in the office u r in!
This was my first time in the ECNR office and the good thing would have been to have a talk with the senior director of my company before landing up there. But i thought "Mann I can handle this...!!!" So where did i f*** up?? Well, the person there asked me the first question "R u going there for a visit?" "No, I am going there for work!", I blurted out... He had a look at me and sent me to another counter which was meant for employment abroad... I went there and was again sent back to the same counter coz I was not getting employed abroad.. So, there was this big confusion... And I told the person I m just going for some work for a month or so. That was a big problem as he showed me my Visa promptly which mentioned very clearly that
It was just a vist visa, not meant for employment. Gosh!!!! I dint read it... then slowly and slowly the reality dawned on me. I should not have said that I m going for work, Instead I should have said I m on a business visit! oh shit man! It was just that I had to use different words, not that I was going for employment but what I meant by "work" was diifrent than what he had understood! Now the guy at the counter tells me to get a letter from the company about the work I m going to do there. I knew I had screwed it up royally ... I had no choice but to call the senior director who explained it to me that I had screwed it up....LOL Neways he said.. request them that u made a mistake. I did that and the person looked at me and said " I am warning you.. dont work there.." .. I said, "Absolutely...Trust me"..and voila he trusted me..LOL
to be continued....

Saturday, April 22, 2006

My Favorite Quotes!

I have a habit of collecting quotes which have inspired me all along this journey of mine. I would like to share a few here:

"The evil you do remains with you, the good you do comes back to you" - my eternal favorite, infact the guiding principle of my life!

"I-am-what-I-am"
I-am-what-I-am should be the principle, as copying others can not take you too far.

"The mind is like a parachute, it works best when it is opened."

"Imagination is the purest possible intelligence a person can hold"

"Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils"

"Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever" - how true????

"Eye for an eye will make the entire world blind."

"The biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place."

"The eye sees only what the Mind is prepared to comprehend."

"After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box!"

"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something." - Plato

"We must believe in luck. For how else we can explain the success of those we don't like!"
- kool..LOL!

Friday, April 07, 2006

My first blog!

Am not much of a blogger to be frank.... the reason???? Coz i hate typing..... but then these days I m on a "trying" spree so why not..??? Neways I feel there is so much chaos in my mind so why not let it out ....may be my experiences and thoughts can enrich somebody's life!!! ok, I hope I am not thinking too big..LOL! So time to get started....:)
And ya I hope you do enjoy my blogs... any critical feedback would be appreciated......

The life and times of CnX

This blog talks about the life and times of CnX.................
The views reflected here are strictly his own and any resemblane to anybody else's views or thoughts is purely coincidental and unintentional. The readers of this blog are requested to read 'em with an open mind coz some wise man once said
"You need an open mind to plant new ideas". This blog is not written with an intention to plant new ideas in the readers' mind but solely as an expression of the chaotic yet constantly maturing brain of the author. The author requests you to be unbiased yet brutally frank while assessing his writings.