Words Of The World

I just tweeted a few days back " I have always been a little late than others! When people tweeted, i facebook' ed . Today when i am tweeting, i wonder what's next genre? " And i seriously think i am late and lag behind in the race of the virtual world. Furthermore to console and motivate myself, i keep calling myself a bit " Retro " or a bit " Vintage ". I strongly think that Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and many other virtual worlds have encouraged, influenced the participation of  "Mango People" in important matters. The participation and the say of a common man has increased manifold. In fact, it has further broadened the horizons of human understanding about different forms of Art and Cultures. The social media has been a great aide in bringing recognition to this labyrinth of talent scattered all over the world. Politics is a clear example of how social media educates and involves people connected from all over. O...

Hi there! Hope you are great when reading this. Actually, i believe you are. You see, everyone goes through a transition. Exits one phase of  life into another, from one state of mind to another. A Transition therefore, can either be hauntingly negative or a blessing in disguise. I mean if you ever gave me a pen and a paper, i would have surely thought either you were angry at me or probably not one with a sane head. Continuously amazed, i look today at this pen in my hand running and scribbling on an A4 sheet . Well, i have been immensely blessed. This transition, has been good i believe. In my wildest of dreams, i could not have dared to dream what i am today.  What i am today?  A Poet! I started reading Ahmed Faraz poetry on one of his unofficial Facebook fan pages. And boy! i was taken. Enraptured and possessed by his words, i started quoting his lines in gatherings to score applauds. In case of girls, a bit of a look and admiration came my ...

The Thought To all the women of the world, accept this poem for all what you do for (let's admit) the men. Men are great and good but incomplete. And yes, somewhere irresponsible. So i'll not bring much to the embarrassment of my brothers round the globe and straight shot say, "Lady who the one? I say YOU the one!" Accept this poem as a token of love and respect.  A big bow to the woman of today To the thorns of forbearance laid her way To the composure, she holds within her self To the closure , that absorbs everything in itself To the mother, that woke up to get you sleeping To the mother, seeing you sad was she weeping To the beloved, who would fight the world for you To the beloved, for her happiness entirely is you To the sister, who in secret prays for you To the sister, her lips have praise for you To the granny, for you're the apple of her eye To the granny, for she's the "buri nazar" spy ...

Just like the First crush, First kiss, First drink and various other "firsts" in a guy's life, the First drive is of utmost importance. This experience i believe remains afresh no matter how old the guy gets each passing day. I am 26 today and still have that sweet memory of my first attempt at drivers seat to touch the keys dangling from the ignition and turning them clockwise. That wild sensation for the moment, to move that beautiful art of mechanics. One fine morning, i saw a man with long mustaches cycling towards my home. No, it was not his first day. It is the first conscious memory i have of him. As we all call him, Bahadur Uncle ageing around 65 years now. He got into this blue colored mechanics , turned the ignition on, reversed the car from the porch and parked it besides our house. It was a Maruti GYPSY . Totally spellbound as guys of my times would be, i went running towards him requesting him to allow me to sit in the driver's seat. Totall...