Well its been 2-3 months since after coming to the US, and there are a few things I have begun to appreciate. Let's go over a few I can recall:
1) No one judges you over here. You can dance on the streets, laugh out loud, be loud about your emotions, talk as if there isn't anyone around. Talk on ANY subject and still have no one look at you with eyes and ears wide open (except maybe on color, where you might end up getting killed).
2) Everyone greets you. However hollow it might be, it still feels good to be greeted and recognized.
3) There certainly IS dignity of labor. You might end up getting taught by the same person who just poured your coffee a few hours ago.
4) People recognise your capability and your limitations. No one expects too much and hence the pressures on you reduce.
5) There is always a learning curve. Stagnation is very limited. And if there is any, I haven't encountered it as yet.
6) Everyone eats the same junk and hence you aren't the only odd one out.
7) Still topping the list is that you can be expressive. :-)
1) No one judges you over here. You can dance on the streets, laugh out loud, be loud about your emotions, talk as if there isn't anyone around. Talk on ANY subject and still have no one look at you with eyes and ears wide open (except maybe on color, where you might end up getting killed).
2) Everyone greets you. However hollow it might be, it still feels good to be greeted and recognized.
3) There certainly IS dignity of labor. You might end up getting taught by the same person who just poured your coffee a few hours ago.
4) People recognise your capability and your limitations. No one expects too much and hence the pressures on you reduce.
5) There is always a learning curve. Stagnation is very limited. And if there is any, I haven't encountered it as yet.
6) Everyone eats the same junk and hence you aren't the only odd one out.
7) Still topping the list is that you can be expressive. :-)
A glimpse into those pieces,
I once held together as one.
Reminds me of those special days,
into which today, for eternity I could gaze.
A smiling face glistens past one,
a shadow of a face I know.
Where have all the moments gone,
on whom I tightly held onto?
Last time I saw them,
they were alive, beaming and gleaming.
Today, I am not so sure,
is it just me or am I dreaming?
Ah! A crystal ball drops by,
with a flourish it unveils the future.
Oh wait! Am I ready to see this?
Of this I am not so sure!
What I want to see, what I wish to have,
may or may not be there.
Do I want to hurt myself
even without being over there?
Fascinated though I am,
at the prospect of seeing something I could.
But wouldn’t it just be more enthralling,
to actually live through something that good?
Today I have a thought,
its not actually true.
Its just something I wish it to be,
which has stuck onto me like glue.
However much have the little pieces been exposed.
Howmuchever sun and rain they bore.
I know some things for certain when I can say,
That though weathered, they are still the ones I adore!
Again, a blast from the past. A very old poem. Have a look and try to recall it :)
I guess Std 6, Hindi
Jhil mil taare
Jhil mil taare pyaare pyaare
chamak uthe aakash me
Chaand uchakkar aaya upar
in taaro ke paas me
Neela ambar taaro ka ghar
deepo ke tyohaar sa
Chanda nirmal jo Gangajal
maa ke paavan pyaar ka
Taare jhil mil chanda khil khil
kitni haseen bikherte
Aao chhat par dekhe milkar
taare hamko terate
I guess Std 6, Hindi
Jhil mil taare
Jhil mil taare pyaare pyaare
chamak uthe aakash me
Chaand uchakkar aaya upar
in taaro ke paas me
Neela ambar taaro ka ghar
deepo ke tyohaar sa
Chanda nirmal jo Gangajal
maa ke paavan pyaar ka
Taare jhil mil chanda khil khil
kitni haseen bikherte
Aao chhat par dekhe milkar
taare hamko terate
In pdf files, there is a HAND tool. Whenever you click the page, it sort of contracts and you get the feel that the hand is scratching something. I had an image of myself in pdf. I had lots of fun virtually scratching myself :P :D
.... and that is how Sanjeev spent his weekend :D
.... and that is how Sanjeev spent his weekend :D
Every road through hills and valleys
Leads to heaven by and by
And the wind that sweeps the alleys
Points a finger to the sky
Chorus:
A song on my lips, a song in my heart
I go my merry way
The sun in my eyes, The sun in my heart,
Lights up my step day to day
Many friends are on the highway,
And they're waiting for a smile
Walk along my friend on my way
Holding hands a little while
Chorus
There are times of storm and sorrow
When the goal drifts out of sight
But the road leads on tomorrow
To the land of peace and light
Chorus
Then we'll all be reunited
Singing one eternal chord
For we know we've been invited
To the mansion of the Lord
Chorus
Leads to heaven by and by
And the wind that sweeps the alleys
Points a finger to the sky
Chorus:
A song on my lips, a song in my heart
I go my merry way
The sun in my eyes, The sun in my heart,
Lights up my step day to day
Many friends are on the highway,
And they're waiting for a smile
Walk along my friend on my way
Holding hands a little while
Chorus
There are times of storm and sorrow
When the goal drifts out of sight
But the road leads on tomorrow
To the land of peace and light
Chorus
Then we'll all be reunited
Singing one eternal chord
For we know we've been invited
To the mansion of the Lord
Chorus
