Auld Lang Syne...

2013 was indeed a great year for me
I pray to God to bless me and all my friends
a wonderful new year...
Countdown has begun
Auld Lang Syne
Let us usher in the New Year 2014
Should old acquaintance be forgotten...?
and the days of Old Lang Syne...??

Happy 2014...

If you do not like where you are
change it
you're not a tree
How would you know
what you can achieve
if you quit
Do it now
later becomes never
Take every chance
drop every fear
Never think
you are not good
Set a goal
work like hell
Keep fighting
be ambitious
Make the most of yourself
The harder you work
the luckier you get
I don't have time
but I make time
There are no short cuts
for the best places
Nothing is over
unless you stop
Happy 2014...!!

reader or scanner...??

I feel sorry for people writing excellent posts on FB
but hardly anyone reads them
I have a submission friends
make your posts a bit snappy, brief and funny
give some relevant pictures and links
give some captions to explain your pictures
your readers are mostly impatient
they read less and prefer to scan
your posts should attract them
and should make them readers
rather than scanners...

sab kuchh tay hai...??

Kahte hain sab kuchh tay hota hai
hamein kis se milna
kab taq milna
aur kya kehna aur kya karna
kab tak saath chalna
aur kab bichhadhna
Sab kuchh tay hota hai
aur kaun hamara saathee banta hai
aur kaun jeevan bhar saath rehta hai
sab kuchh tay hota hai
hamein kab tak jeena hai
kab mar jana hai
aur kya kya haasil karna hai
Main yeh nahee kahunga ki
hamare haath kuchh bhee nahee hota
haan kuchh hadd tak ham
taqdeer ko badal sakte hain
magar kabhie lagta hai
shayad yeh taqdeer ko badalna bhee
Uski itchcha ho....

Ode to the West Wind...by PB Shelley

The poet( PB Shelley ) wishes that the west wind could affect him the way it does leaves and clouds and waves.  He asks the wind to play him like an instrument, bringing out his sadness. Maybe the wind can even help him to send his ideas all over the world and his ideas might inspire others.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

II

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge


Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear!

III

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers


Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!

IV

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip the skyey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

V

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
http://youtu.be/58UI2i-n5Qw

Adventure sports...

The best way to find fun is adventure sports
Get an adrenaline rush and find the zest for life
you can find escape from your routine life
you may find a way of living life to the full
but are they safe ?
nothing can go wrong if safety measures are in place
Adventure sports are risky
if one ends up missing out on even a single precaution
we are at par with international standards
Indian mountaineers are one of the best in the world
but all operators in India are not following international standards.

Watershed moment...??

Everybody knows that Prakash Jha's Satyagraha resembled Anna Hazare's movement against corruption and it also had characters resembling real people in this movement. Politics had split the group and interestingly, Lokpal bill was passed before 2014 for altogether different reasons and Arvind Kejriwal has come to power which was not dreamt by Kejriwal himself. Wonder, should I call it a turning point in Indian Politics, or is it too early to call it a watershed moment...??

Shayree...

ग़म हो, हम हो, तन्हाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

हुस्न हो, अदा हो, अंगडाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~
ख्यालात हो, जज़्बात हो, गहराई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

इश्क हो, मोहब्बत हो, आशनाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

तसव्वुर हो, त’अश्शुक हो, तन्हाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

सुर हो, सुरा हो, सुराही हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

फ़स्ल हो, वस्ल हो, जुदाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

फरेब हो, धोखा हो, बेवफाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

ज़िक्र हो, चर्चा हो, रुसवाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

भूख हो, ग़ुरबत हो, महंगाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

कागज़ हो, क़लम हो, रोशनाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

रात हो, याद हो, नींद न आई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

रुठना-मनाना, मीठी सी लड़ाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

मौसम आशिक़ाना, रुत हसीं छाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

बहार में कहीं कोई कली मुस्कुराई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

भूले से किसी की याद चली आई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

संग सितारों के चांदनी उतर आई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

खुला आकाश, छत हो, चारपाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

जग अपना या फिर हर शै पराई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

न फैसला, न इंसाफ, न सुनवाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

कंप्यूटर हो, मोबाइल हो, Wi-Fi हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

महफ़िल हो, सामिअ हो, वाहवाही हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

जानते है सब, पर न किसी ने बताई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

दिल दिलदार, पर पास न एक पाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

गैरों से मरहम, चोट अपनों से खाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

मुखालिफ़ हवाओं के शमां जलाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

लगा के बाज़ी दिल की किस्मत आजमाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

सनम बेवफा, बलम हरजाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

जुबां पे झूठ पर दिल में सच्चाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

दुःख में सुख और कोई सुख दुखदायी हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

हारकर खुद किसी को बाज़ी जिताई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

फ़क़त रहने को जिंदा तमाम उम्र गंवाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

एक रोज़ मरने केलिए सारी जिंदगी बिताई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~

मुस्तकिल मुद्दों के मुख्तलिफ बात उठाई हो
~ तो शायरी होती है ~Amit Harsh.
https://soundcloud.com/pendyala-pradeep/shaayree

Shaayree ...

ग़म हो, हम हो, तन्हाई हो ~ तो शायरी होती है ~ हुस्न हो, अदा हो, अंगडाई हो ~ तो शायरी होती है ~ ख्यालात हो, जज़्बात हो, गहराई हो ~ तो शायरी होती ...

Appetite for reading...??

I have a great appetite for reading hundreds of posts on FB
I read and comment everyday on hundreds of posts
Well, I do have favorites and I never miss their posts
Initially, I was a poor reader
and I used to write slowly
but now, I have amazing speed in reading and writing
I am very passionate about Poetry and philosophy
I do watch a lot of movies and never fail to write my comments on them
I do love Bollywood songs and few selected English songs
I have been offered jobs in event management and as a radio jockey in FM
For the time being, I am fine as an Anaesthesiologist.

Man thinking...

Don't reject the old ideas
but think something new
Don't reject the nature
but think of its influence
Don't reject the past
but think about the future
Don't reject the actions
but think of the experience
Don't become the victim of society
but think about the change
Don't be a mere thinker
but be a man thinking...

Farooq Sheikh ...RIP

Farooq Sheikh or Farooque Sheikh (25 March 1948, - 28 December 2013) actor, philanthropist and a popular television presenter. His major contribution was in Parallel Cinema or the New Indian Cinema,...RIP...!!
Veteran actor Farooq Shaikh passed away in the age of 65 in Dubai due to heart attack.Shaikh had acted in more than 50 movies and ‘Club 60’ is last movie in which he played character of Dr Tarique.
Shaikh also played the role of Ranbir Kapoor’s father in ‘Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani’.
He had also acted in TV series like ‘Tumhari Amrita’ with famous actress Shabana Azmi and presented ‘Jeena Isi Ka Naam Hai.’
Shaikh won the 2010 National Film Award for Best Supporting Actor for ‘Lahore’.

a poet...?

Who is a Poet ?
who has cultivated his soul
richer than anyone in ideas
who searches love suffering and madness
who attains the unknown
whose every word has many meanings
poet is masculine
but his poetry is feminine
his words are a matter of joy and song
everything can be forgotten
but not the poet and his poetry...

Parsees of India...

They are Parsees...
Sweet and mild mannered
fair skinned and extremely intelligent
fire worshipers Zoroastrians
loves dhanshakh and patrani machchi
dead are kept in the Towers of silence
conservative community with no conversions permitted
Tatas Wadias Godrejs made India progress
Parsee writers shone brightly in India
contributed a lot to the literature
Ardesh Irani is regarded as the father of the Indian cinema
my favourites are Boman Irani, Shiamak Davar and David..
and who can forget Sohrab Modi...
Bachi Karkaria and Jug Suraiya are synonymous with TOI
and can you forget Alisha in Made in India..
Baton baton mein, Pestonji, Khatta meetha or being Cyrus...??

Mirza Ghalib...

Not only Urdu poetry but the prose is also indebted to Mirza Ghalib.
Happy Birthday dear Mirza Ghalib...
This is my favourite...
Kitnaa khouff hota hai shaam kay andheroon mein, Poonch un parindoo say jin kay gharr nahi hotay ...

Krrish 3

Just watched the movie Krrish 3 in our club. It is highly skillful and impressive in technology. Hrithik was amazing, Kangana Ranaut was better than Priyanka in this movie. Songs are awful but dances are good. You may like it...

writers are born, not made...??

writers are born, not made...!
WRONG.....!!
Natural talent does matter
and company of great writers
and reading their work does matter
if you keep reading great works
it will have influence on you
and it would show in your writings and behaviour
yes, you may have to learn on your own many things
but reading other interesting people really make
an impact on you...

Happy Birthday Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayeeji...

Happy Birthday Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayeeji...
गीत नहीं गाता हूँ, गीत नहीं गाता हूँ
बेनकाब चेहरे हैं दाग बड़े गहरे हैं
टूटता तिलिस्म आज सच से भय खाता हूँ
गीत नहीं गाता हूँ, गीत नहीं गाता हूँ
लगी कुछ ऐसी नज़र, बिखरा शीशे का शहर,
अपनों के मेले में, मीत नहीं पता हूँ ,
पीठ में छूरी सा चाँद, राहु गया रेखा फान्द,
मुक्ति के शानो में, बंध जाता हूँ,
गीत नहीं गाता हूँ, गीत नहीं गाता हूँ (II)
गीत नया गाता हूँ, गीत नया गाता हूँ
टूटे हुए तारों से फूटे वासंती स्वर
पत्थर की छाती में उग आया नव अंकुर
झरे सब पीले पात, कोयल की कुहुक रात
प्राची में, अरुणिमा की रेत देख पाता हूँ
गीत नया गाता हूँ, गीत नया गाता हूँ
टूटे हुए सपने की सुने कौन, सिसकी
अंतर को चीर व्यथा, पलकों पर ठिठकी
हार नहीं मानूंगा, रार नहीं ठानूंगा
काल के कपाल पर, लिखता-मिटाता हूँ
गीत नया गाता हूँ, गीत नया गाता हूँ

-श्री अटल विहारी वाजपेयी
https://soundcloud.com/pendyala-pradeep/happy-birthday-shri-atal

Happy Birthday Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee

गीत नहीं गाता हूँ, गीत नहीं गाता हूँ बेनकाब चेहरे हैं दाग बड़े गहरे हैं टूटता तिलिस्म आज सच से भय खाता हूँ गीत नहीं गाता हूँ, गीत नहीं गाता

Leadership...

Leadership is developed by enabling people to discover their other selves...
Leaders are made...not born...
WRONG...
courage cannot be taught
having the passion cannot be acquired
inspiring others by vision cannot be told
ability to take responsibilities cannot be instilled
integrating mind heart and soul may not be easy
taking risks, making the difference cannot be inculcated
ability to stand out in the crowd may not be obtained
inspiring others and making others dream ain't that easy...
Leaders are born...not made...

Sangeet hai ishq...

Kise kehte hain pyaar
Sirf Pyaar karne waale jaane
sangeet, pyaar aur tehzeeb ka pehchaan na ho
Use kya naam diya jaye
naach na jane aangan tedha...
Bandar kya jane adrak ka swaad
Jise sangeet ka gyaan nahee
usey sangeet, gaadhiyon ka shore lagta hai
Sangeet hai ishq ki tadhpan mein
Sangeet hai uske kadmo mein, dhadhkan mein...

Truth...

People will hate you, rate you, shake you, and break you. But how strong you stand is what makes you....Anonymous.
It's not the people, we ourselves, rate us, hate us and break us...PP
Have a great Sunday...!!

Somebody...

Somebody asked me
how do you make time for everyone
Somebody asked me
how do you do so many things for someone
Somebody asked me
don't you become weary in doing those things 
Somebody asked me
don't you ever say no
Somebody asked me
every time I see you, I see you smiling
Somebody's not someone for me
Somebody's everything for me.

Surprise someone today...

Surprise someone today
with a bouquet of flowers
Surprise someone today
by dropping by without intimation
Surprise someone today
with a thank you Note
Surprise someone today
by calling someone after ages
Surprise someone today
by telling how much you care for them
Surprise someone today
by cooking a dish they love
Surprise someone todayby doing everything they like...you to do...

एक मोहब्बत की साल गिरह पर...Ek Mohabbat ki saalgirah par...Ravindra Arora

कोई ऐसा ही अज़ीयत से भरा लम्हा था
मैंने जिस पल में तुम्हें नाम से पहचाना था
झाँक कर आँखों में मदमाती उम्मीदों का हिसाब
बीते जन्मों की बक़ाया सी रकम जाना था


मेरी तुमसे जो वफायें हैं उन्हें क्या मालूम
हम महज़ पोर हैं उंगली के इशारों की तरह
जिनके धारों में शुआएँ हैं इनायत उसकी
मेरी हस्ती से जो वाबस्ता हैं अब बस तुम तक


मैंने जाना है तुम्हें बहती इक नदी की तरह
जिसके पानी में पिघल आयी हो उसकी रेहमत
जो मुक़द्दस सी किसी बर्फ का अनजान यति
अपने यक्षों के निवालों को नमी फरमाये


आ कि एक अहद करें बन के उसी के बन्दे
उसके बन्दों के ही पैरों के तले खाक़ बनें
आज तक पाया है बस पाया है जो पाया है
आज इस लम्हे से बस देने की शुरुआत करें ...Ravindra Arora

एक मोहब्बत की साल गिरह पर

कोई रिश्ता किसी लम्हे से मुखातिब हो कर किसी अनजान मोहब्बत के सफ़र जाता है कोई थमता ही नहीं खुद से मोहब्बत की तरह उसको हर शख्स खुदा जाने क्या कर ज...

Hamein kya...? Ham toh mast rehte hain...

1.
I have some interesting facebook friends
they visit my wall only once a year
they write sarcastic comments
with some queries, knowing the answers fully well
Chalo aise bhi hote hain...
Hamein kya...?
Ham toh mast rehte hain...ha ha
 

2.I keep meeting some erudite educated people 
and I find them amusing...
they tend to reply in Hindi, when I talk to them in English..
And they switch over to Telugu when the conversation has begun in Hindi...
Chalo aise bhi hote...hain...
Hamein kya...?
Ham toh mast rehte hain...ha ha

Mohabbat...

Jise ham pyaar karte hain
woh kabhie marte nahi
Na pyaar marta hai
Na hamari chaah marti hai
Aur jo pyaar nahee karte
woh har pal ek maut marte hain
Duniya jise gahree neend kahti hai
use ham mohabbat kahte hain
aur mohabbat nibhayenge ham
aakhri saans tak...
aakhri neend tak...

Meri zaroorat...??

Maine kab kaha
Main haraya nahi gaya
Maine toh bas itna kaha
Pradeep harta nahi
Maine kab kaha
Main rulaya nahi gaya
Maine toh bas itna kaha
Pradeep rota nahi
Maine kab kaha
Meri koi zaroorat nahi
Maine toh bas itna kaha
Pradeep mangta nahi
Maine kab kaha
Main aapki zaroorat hun
Maine toh bas itna kaha
Aap meri zaroorat ho...

Kashish...

Khoobsoorti ek ehsaas hai
Khoobsoorti ek taareef hai
Khoobsoorti ek mahsoos hai
Khoobsoorti ek muskurahat hai
Khoobsoorti ek dil ki baat hai
Khoobsoorti ek zindagaani hai
Khoobsoorti ek kavita hai
Khoobsoorti zulphon ki khushboo hai
Khoobsoorti ek zaroorat hai
Khoobsoorti ek samundar hai
Khoobsoorti ek kashish hai...