tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272607062024-03-08T16:01:21.590-08:00Alive and wonderingYes I am.Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-59067494971908762162018-07-18T10:30:00.001-07:002018-07-18T10:31:59.614-07:00Russia Travelogue day 9: Dress codes
June 24:
We Reached Kazan without
any issues on what was promising to be another hot day. All this time that we
have traveled in trains in Russia, I have always chosen the bottom bunk. Not
sure what is the etiquette for a couple in trains. Should it be Shaks who
should be at the bottom since it’s easier or should she be at the top even
though it’s more work in climbing up. Then again, I Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-54430262624286020842018-07-11T11:03:00.000-07:002018-07-12T11:05:58.272-07:00Russia Travelogue day 8: Green house and Gucci
June 23, 4 am
today, after a long while, I can say I had good
sleep. Ironic considering the fact that I was harping about horrors of the
hotel yesterday. We checked out of the hotel at 11 or so and found ourselves at
the station in a long line to store our luggage at the price of 200 rubles per
bag. I have been throwing money at everything on this trip but I decided at
this time that Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-30200657445299322452018-07-10T23:42:00.000-07:002018-07-12T06:29:43.096-07:00Russia Travelogue day 7: The Messi'ahhhhhh'
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June 21:
Today was the match day. Shaks
wore the Portugal jersey that she got and I wore the black t-shirt with Portugal
written on it. Wearing a jersey made all the difference when we were walking
the same streets as yesterday in the morning. People see and recognize us as an
invested party in the world cup. There are glances of recognition by other fans
sporting jersey as fellow sufferers Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-4529552336573664962018-07-05T18:43:00.000-07:002018-07-05T18:43:58.595-07:00Russia Travelogue day 5: the capital
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Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-61448451668800080672018-06-19T07:04:00.001-07:002018-07-05T08:03:43.903-07:00Russia travelogue day 3: the furries
June 18 7:08 am
after walking in the
streets of St. Petersburg I have come to a realization. Which is that if I
really wanted to watch the world cup, I should have stayed home and followed
the matches on TV. With everything else to do here, I just catch glimpses of
the matches going on. So lesson number 4: if you really want to follow a tournament,
make sure you schedule time to actually Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-55936557165745516942018-06-17T17:30:00.001-07:002018-07-05T13:24:24.423-07:00Russia travelogue- day 2 in st Petersburg: the quest
June 17 7:28 am
the sun sets in St.
Petersburg at 1030 pm in summer. I knew it but still you have to see it to
really understand it. It is liberation from the usual block of day we have been
programmed to follow. The dinner doesn't have to be at 8. The offices can open
at 10 in morning. Your night out starts at 12 am. The sun sets at 1030 and is
up again at 330 in the morning. So we landed atAbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-35848119608111620722018-06-16T17:06:00.001-07:002018-07-12T11:47:23.608-07:00Russia travelogue day 1: the rest of the plane ride
June 16th, 4:40 am:
I managed to catch
some 4 hours of sleep before being served the breakfast. What i have wanted the
most on this flight though is water. Unbeknownst to me,all the waiting in the
airport and at home doesn't have to be exclusive, you can do other life saving
things like drink water. So the first thing i asked is water at dinner time and
the same now when we got breakfast. I Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-39860964154849259232018-06-16T10:04:00.001-07:002018-07-05T07:52:27.730-07:00Russia travelogue - day 0: the plane ride
June 15 10:34 pm
We have a take off. After 2 hour delay, we are up in the air. Shaks and me in our matching Argentina jacket, settling down in our seats. For last 3 hours i have been frantically downloading music, graphic novels, tv shows like it's water and i have been dying of thirst. I would have continued as well if it wasn't for the fact that i can't get any signal anymore. Some day I'm Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-60484238425044205432008-12-01T19:52:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:35:55.817-08:00क्या कहूँ?मैं तुम्हे नही जानता हूँ,तुम जो अपने ही खून में डूब रहे हो ,तुम जो गिरते हुए भी किसी अपने को ढूंढ रहे हो,तुम जो थोडी देर में चुप हो जाओगे,मैं तुमसे बहुत दूर हूँ,अपनों का फ़ोन कर चैन की साँस ले रहा हूँ,और ये भी सोच रहा हूँ की 'तुम' मैं भी हो सकता था,अभी अभी मेरे सपने भी मेरे साथ खामोश हो रहे होते,तुम्हारी आंखों में मैं ख़ुद को मरते हुए देख सकता हूँ,तुम्हारे साथ मैं भी अपनों को खोज रहा हूँ,और थोडीAbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-32139280969179608542008-05-17T14:46:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:26:59.968-07:00Sikkim Travelogue part -1If I say it's been long pending, it would be the understatement of the year. I finally decided to put the rough notes I have on my Sikkim travel in the year 2004 as it is. So forgive me for all the bad grammar and misspellings . I hope you have as much fun reading as I had on the tour. To those who were there with me on this trip, hope it brings back some good memories.I have broken down the postAbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-62253638554490246012008-04-18T20:07:00.000-07:002008-04-19T20:27:56.614-07:00tu ek khayal haiMy attempt here is not as much to rhyme as to let silences and word gaps be as big a part of the poem as the words itself.मैं तुझे भूला नही हूँ,हाँ,कुछ अरसा हुआ तेरा नाम लिए,न लेने का वादा जो किया है ख़ुद से,ये वादा भी..कीतेरी हस्ती बस एक एहसास है,तेरी बातें बस आवाज हैं,तेरे वादे बस अल्फाज़ हैं,तू तू नही ,महज ख्वाब है, मेरा ख्याल है,परमैं तुझे भूला नहीं हूँ,अब जब तू सिर्फ़ एक ख्याल हैऔर कुछ भी Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-4075486613230916092008-03-16T14:49:00.000-07:002008-04-06T14:21:29.346-07:00Ya lagaa mat ilzaamया लगा मत इल्जामया लगा मत इल्जाम की बेमुरव्वत हो गए,या देख जान-ओ-तन से जुदा दिल जिगर हो गए,धड़कता है बजाये दिल के, दर्द सीने में,अब जानलेवा नासूर चारा-ओ-मरहम हो गएआहिस्ता आहिस्ता उतारा तुमने जिगर में खंजर,आहिस्ता आहिस्ता लहू के कतरे ग़ज़ल हो गएतुझे महफिल में देख आंखें फेर लेते हैं,ऐसे हुए रूसवा सनम, तुझसे हम हो गए,तेरे दिलकश होंट, नर्म बाहें, गुदाज़ बदनहुए हम जो जवान तुम भी तो हसीं हो गए,तुमने भी Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-81778211423494612642008-01-24T12:10:00.000-08:002008-01-24T19:57:25.876-08:00India win in Perth and first night of arranged marriageNow if you ,the nameless unfortunate stumbler on to this blog, have had the even greater misfortune of going through the not so considerable archive of posts, you would know that I expertly navigate around anything remotely interesting , current, useful or intelligent.No sir, I had rather u wallowing in my self deprecating humor than have u aware of this fsmawful mess of the world we live in. IfAbhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-70636472268091536842007-11-06T09:25:00.000-08:002007-11-06T18:16:22.758-08:00suna hai kiIn loving memory of a friend who will be missed.सुना है कि मौत के हमसफ़र बन चले हो तुम,हमको खुदा के वास्ते रुसवा कर चले हो तुमभागते रहे हैं हम पर अब भी हैं दौड़ में,और तेज़ रफ्तार से आगे निकल चुके हो तुमऐसी दुनिया कि जीने को हैं सब मर रहे,ऐसा दिल कि मर के जी रहे हो तुमहो या न हो रोज़-ए-क़यामत या जन्नत-ओ-जहन्नुम ,है तो बस ये बात कि कभी तो मिले हो तुमरो तो सकते हैं पर अब भी याद हैकि निगाहों से Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-19916692301903018082007-03-22T19:21:00.000-07:002007-06-28T10:30:22.169-07:00Duniya se main anjaan rahaKya door gaya kya paas raha,Duniya se main anjaan raha,Kuch log mile hain kabhi mujhe,Ye yaad raha, ehsaas raha,Yun hua wo hamse juda huye,daaman mein Unke dil bezaar rahashab ye nikle andheri magar,sehar ka ab bhi nishaan rahago dekha ho roz humne uskowo rukhsar hasin khwab rahatum khuda ko lekar ladte ho,uske bandon mein pyar raha?Anjaam-e-mehfil kisne dekha,Dekho jo ab tak aagaaz rahakuch Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1162200684810063182006-10-30T01:02:00.000-08:002007-04-06T23:56:41.566-07:00A little freedom struggleThey were a free bunch, revelling in the nature and being as the nature had made them to be. They enjoyed the air that coursed through them or the tickle of water when it meandered through their free flowing bodies. yes they loved the world as it was. The mere fact that they existed in a state in which they did was a war cry against the existing system. They, in their small way, were Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1153977431565114072006-07-26T22:15:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:54:35.052-07:00The Number Game1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9............................and counting.He always used to do this when stuck in traffic. There was no particular reason for it, he did it just to see how far he could get, counting at a leisurely pace. That was the trick to his never getting bored of counting. It wasn’t done in a hurry nor at a deliberate slow pace,Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1153131564286552212006-07-17T03:07:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:57:28.457-07:00One old old poemThis is an old poem. I wrote it after getting a goodmorning message(the side pic) which had a pic of a little angel looking at a flower with wonder.( i am pasitng the poem here as i hv nothing better to offer right now) Angel of lovea littel angel woke up from the slumbershe had been sleeping for hundreds of years,the child thought where am i ?All alone, her eyes were wet with tearsnone in Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1146434610721946142006-04-30T10:54:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:57:50.104-07:00One wierd storyThis will sound weird but its true......Right now I am writing this piece all stitched up i.e. my face contains some foreign black thread which is NOT a pretty girls solitary hair finding its refuse on the curves between my maxilla and mandible but literally a black thread sutured into my jaw and the worst part is that I had to pay for it!yesterday I finished my game of soccer , a somewhat Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27260706.post-1146313014358165192006-04-29T04:02:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:58:38.282-07:00Alive and WonderingYes, I am alive and still wondering . Not that i had a close shave with death but the fragile beings that we are with our every step frought with danger , it amazes me constantly how we cling to things , to people, to our own immortality. Of course this doesnt mean that we stop pursuing our ambitions but this does mean that in view of the little time we have , we should surely not waste it in Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11398101753086147000noreply@blogger.com4