13 Oct 2009...when my brother asked me to write something at deep level..

It was 9:30 pm, we came back from dinner and I simply lie down on my bed after changing. I started writing something and Saurabh asked me to write something deep. He inspired me that I could write something more sensible so I simply started from what was visible around me and believe me, this poem is going to make you think when you complete reading conclusion part of the poem:

Lying on my bed, I can see the ceiling,
How can it be so still?

Books are in front of Saurabh, my brother,
Why is he busy playing with his mobile?

My MBA books are a few inches away,
Why can’t I study and do something productive?

The watch is making clicking sound every after few seconds,
Why can’t it stop for a few seconds?

My music player is helping the environment to be musical,
And I know it will stop in some time.

I can see the half moon through the window,
I know it will disappear in couple of hours.

My Icard is hanging on the window and moving like a pendulum
As the wind blows, And I know it will stop if wind stops.

The world around us is the combination of certain and Uncertain,
Certain is so obvious and does not excite, On the other hand uncertain keeps us in mystery and is the source of motivation.

19 Sep, The day when I met Hemant Arora....

It was sunny Saturday(19 Sep 09). I was in college sitting in front of Computer. I was restless, fretful and uneasy at that time. I was feeling unsatisfied and felt like something is sucking out the blood from my veins without my acknowledgment. Everything inside the Comp-Lab was looking cool except my own image on the monitor of the computer.

Then my hand moved and took the cursor to the face book status space and my fingers started tapping on the keyboard:

"And the wind just went through my ears singing some song when I was on my Bike....

It gave me a message to be continuous, never-stopping, and surrender myself in the service of mankind"

I felt a bit happier after writing couple of lines. Things suddenly started changing for me and I tried to write something again:

She told me not to be scared,

She told me not to be upset;

Then she whispered me to be calm and cool,

She was the first ray of sun that early morning.

I was wondering if it was my mood or I was actually turning into new poet who is trying to fly in the sky of imagination. Whatever it was, I started feeling better and suddenly that Comp-Lab started turning into a beautiful place. Those beautiful and sexy girls of my college started making some sense to me. My straight face started showing a small curve on the monitor screen and I started speaking to myself.

I felt different, unique and unsatisfied traveler in a journey called life. Did I find something or it was a new transition in my life. Would I be able to know exactly what I want from my life? By the time I could figure out the answer, it was 6:25 and lecture time was approaching. It was Research Methodology lecture which is always quite boring. During lecture I took a blank page and wrote something:

The words of professor are buzzing into my ears,
the light of the lamps is flashing into the fans;
Look at the ant crawling through the wall winding up for the day,
The curtains are moving by the wind through the window,
The world looks awesome within the class except the boring lecture by Professor.

Comon Hemant, what was that? I certainly couldn't believe myself for few minutes but I actually wrote that. I felt if my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something and I tried my hard to know what exactly it wanted to say. And then I felt if the doors just opened for a fraction of second and I saw whatever I want from my life. I could listen what my subconscious mind was trying to tell me and I started recalling those books telling about subconscious mind proved to be fact telling stories.

After the lecture, I found myself different, but it was not the lecture that brought that change into me. It was just my subconscious mind that was responsible for this transition, and I could feel that in my talk, vibes, and actions.

Days with Sandy....

• What if you had been given an opportunity to express and you have nothing to say?
• What if you desperately want to speak but your thought process does not allow you to speak anything?
• What if you simply start writing your blog without any topic in your mind?
  
  
  And that’s what I am doing today. It’s 6:05 am and I just gave a break to my trainees and took a break from office hours for writing my BLOG. Let me make it clear that I don't have any intention to take revenge from my company by writing my blog in office hours(like Chetan Bhagat, when he started writing five point someone). It has become my friend and I can’t stop myself from posting ‘something’ everyday. Now before you go ahead, let me tell you that ‘something’ is always not interesting so you might end up wasting your time.
  
  
  By the way, I was happy to receive call from Sandy today, as he called me after a long time and wanted to know about my Blog. It made me happy, that he called me and gave me the flash back of those days when our days were so restless that we used to go for a cup of tea to Railway station at 2:00 am in the morning. There was also a phase when our weekend did not pass without having alcohol and smoke. We used to convince our self and give reason behind our alcohol and Smoke.
  
  Thanks for those moments Sandy and let me dedicate some lines to our friendship:
  When the days were restless and nights went sleepless,
  We were least bothered about our lifestyle;
  We tried hard learning from each other and took us out of that mess,
  And cracked foolish jokes to make our face smile;
  I still remember those after dinner walks,
  And philosophy we used to discuss to make this world better;
  We went on waking up nights to have our talks,
  Why did we bother about all the world’s matters?
  
  I still miss those days when I was busy with my so called clients,
  You spent all the Sunday roaming in the ground busy with mind strife;
  I used to regret but did not have any other option in my mind,
  Then we ended with smile and carried the journey called life…..