Friday, April 25, 2008

A poem for a girl...

This poem i wrote for someone(a colleague) few days back. I wrote it because i felt good about her...

I used to be on one side of cubicle..
she on the other side, hearing her chuckle......

Distance was short and only few inches
But to cover them i felt many hitches

As I sit on my chair
Listen her voice occasionally
There was no such place elsewhere

Some time I get up to glance her bright face
Will I get a chance to say hello in any case

Days were passing I got lucky then
Went to dance class and met her again

I was so uncomfortable and unsure
Unable to match her step on dance floor

Day passed by watching her smile
I also got courage to stand by her cubicle side.

I am sure she got that smile
For which I can run few extra mile.

Many days passed and I have nothing more to add
Besides those morning hello to make me glad...

One day she was asking meaning of the scrap
If I had courage why to behaved like crap

I never felt for anyone like this before
Will she understand how much adore

I have a feeling I don't know how to describe
I bring them here in these lines never before scribed

Now I walk to her cubicle to say few words
I want to add more but feel awkward

Sometimes I feel what she thinks of me
Should I invite her and discuss it on coffee

She is also not a fool, though its easy to pretend
Why it feel to me like an old friend

Sometime I wish to say how I feel loud
Wish I lose this surrounding crowd

Today I noticed a strange feeling in evening
The usual smile on her face missing

I know she has gone through many pains
I want her to be without any strains

She has a right not to like me
Or if she want, can slaze me like an Aussie

My feeling are are my own I love them like anything
I don't mind if they can come down crumbling

But I want to let her know
So that tomorrow I don't feel stopped by ego.

So that few years from now I won't have any regret
May be I will move on in years to come but not be upset.


(Copyrights(c) Rakesh Kumar)

I, A computer programme

I as a human is behaving like a computer programme. I don't know whether its in my genome or something written about me. why cant i learn about my past things. at least this is true in certain aspect of my life or activities. May be i as a human programmed to behave for those things in certain ways and its difficult for me change the output in those situation. The whole science about human genome and DNA is certainly true. our activities and behavior is programme to produce a well defined output as defined by our DNA. I started feeling that what is different between me and computer programme whose output is already defined. If my behaviour and activity is already defined am i not computer programme. I tried hard to change certain things in my life but i failed to do so. although i changed and improved so many things in life in journey so far. but why in certain things i failed to do so. what is wrong with that. its not that i lack courage to do so. But when I fall in those situation I produce the same output again and again. When I will learn change these well defined output god knows only.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Cognition....

When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

.....But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

(...)

Saturday, April 05, 2008

My uncle told me about this famous stuff of Balia district

Rambagh ka aam Surha Taal ki Machli
Aur Pakdti ter ki Baithki Chudawala Ho Bhagwaan...

The story goes like this.....
There was famous orchard named RAMBAGH known for mangos. Surha taal (A Big lake) was famous for its fishes and Pakdi (a old banyan tree) where people used to sit and gossip sleep and relax, was taken by God from singer. The narrator used to praise and sing those lines when he was in prison during british raj. When jailer came to know about these lines he told this prisoner that if they were so famous take me to these places as he wanted to see them. The prisoner took him and gave mangoes from Rambagh orchard and fishes to eat from Surha taal lake. when fish being cooked jailer was relaxing under (Pakdi) this very old banyan tree. He felt so relaxed that he slept there. When he wake up he freed prisoner by giving some money.