A short stay at Noida

I am here in Noida for abt 2 weeks for the migration activity at customer site. Wohoho...weird place...Yeah thats my first impression.....
Its mostly been work...work..work and little bit of sleep...since the day I am here...But u know what the first weekend here....hmmm....aaa....ehm ehm...Just wanna check if its really 24hrs in a day or someone added more....Yeah I am not able to kill the time....


Ok lets start with vehicles, traffic....people here.....First comes the AUTO RICKS....The auto ricks here have a tradition to follow. The mirrors have two heart shaped pictures on either side. One heroin and the other a hero....thats not weired yet....whats very funny is the two would have never acted in any movie ever and I dont see any possibility as well. Aishwarya and Kamal Hasan, Jugal Hansraj and Simiran....or wait a minute...not sure if its North South integrity!!!!


Friday evening 4 of us hopped into the same rick to get back to our rooms. Oh Man you need to check out the driving skills and traffic sense of these people here.....Breath taking!!!! The moment the auto geared up to move, I had the experience of my life. He started with a steep left turn...with a jhataka giving jerk and smashed to the road like street hawk....I still can't comprehend how he started the rick and the heavenly motion at the same time!!! Since I had the privileged seat at the corner, with no support, no barrier....I was almost sure the momentum is going to throw me out any moment.....HUH...zor ka jhatka dheere se lage!!!!

Since its the first time I was out in Noida and it wasn't dark yet, I had some time to peep out to glance the decorum of the city.....HAHA guess what..... I am reminded of the funny forwards I used to laugh at....Funny shop names.."Lovely Mobile Repair", "Sagar: North, South and Indian food available", 


The road barriers are conveniently occupied by the pan wala, chat wala, tanda juice wala.....People enjoy their junk food with all serenity right in the middle of the traffic....well as long as someone doesn't bump into them. 


Now to add to the driving skills of Noida vehicle owners!!!!
In traffic jams, the bike riders squeezing through the crowd will insert their bike handles and sometimes even their head with a funny helmet right into the neighbors open windows of the vehicle....Yeah right...you can imagine....I would suddenly see a handle with a hand in front of my face, the rick driver would be distracted with a helmet head next to him...well given the way he was driving, not that he was concentrating on anything important ...but still....


The riders have this amaizing sense of responding to their skillful co-riders. Yup.....they demonstrate true brotherhood in the midst of traffic jams and signals.....If a vehicle at the back HONKS.....they will do anything to make way...break the signal and move on, take the bike on to the divider.....anything for you brother, anything.....HUH just that I had a few breathtaking moments......


More to follow...specially on the shop names....!!!! :)

I knew Not…Until you passed by….

Bemused bird in the nest,

Set out in a quest,

Met the fragrant flower in mire,

Perplexed by the vision of dire,

He left me though I turned by

And bloomed to the unknown just to cry

I knew not what love is

Until You passed by….

Petals of heart bloomed up in love

Glittering stars carried down by dove

The vicinity turned into starry heaven

Angels flew down made my world an Eden

Bewildered heart pounced loud

Tears showered with blissful cloud

I knew for sure that from all above

Vanguard of search merged in love

And then I said…I knew not what love is

Until You passed by….

Then the thunder struck in silence

Quivering current withdrew the fragrance

Depopulated my Eden as its void of you

You without me is it true or untrue

Weeks passed, days passed, moments ticked away

I stood still on the desolated island waiting your way

My world ceased, to my cinematic extinction

Needless of my presence came the realization

that …..I knew not what love is

Until you passed by…

Cursed is the painter with a myth in his art

Cursed is the life with the heart broken apart

Protagonist in the monologue dialect

The life is now a mere posthumous enact

I want to be a DOLPHIN :)

Cuteeeee and hilarious :)

Gummana Kareyadire by Sri Purandaradasa

Fictitious protagonist in the camouflaged drama of life, enacting the monologue role which is still a self authored posthumous.


Since most of my friends who read this almost beat me up, I will make an attempt to explain what was on my mind with this one liner.....:)


Protagonist is the main character or the only character, on whom the play or story is based. Each one of us are the protagonist of our own life story. After all life is also a drama with lot of fake emotions and unreasonable turning points, which often makes me feel that the role in my own life is not real.....So I termed my role in my life as Fictitious protagonist.


Camouflage means to hide something to make it look natural with the surrounding. Like hiding an equipment or arm from an enemy. That is exactly what life does....Most times so dramatic and unexpected. The hurricanes and soothing breeze are cinematically  indulged into life with no foresee. 


Monologue is an act or play, where the artist enacts 2 or more characters. Like the ones in the talk shows and comedy shows on TV. All of us are biased and deeply influenced by our own state of mind and heart. The perception of the world around is obviously from our own point of view, which may or may not be real, but its the hard core only truth for us. People around talk, express emotions and ideas of their own but the perception is always from our point of view....I guess you will all agree to this. Its my way or no way!!!!......Hmm... so what am I saying.... I am trying to say that no matter whats happening around, standing in our shoes, life around is a monologue interpretation from our mind and heart :)


With all the freedom of thought speech and action, abilities, self sustained attitude, decision making abilities and above all the stubbornness to stick to our opinion, I often get deluded that I am in full control of my life.....Until the ego is blown off with a hit or a new flabbergasting unexpected twist....Then I begin to ponder, am I really the author of my life? Even if I am...is the story under my control.....Sometimes I feel, I am just enacting some self authored story. Yeah self authored....I believe its my own past karmas, calcified patterns of thoughts and emotions which have built up this story and now more like a dead puppet, I am enacting the whole play....Posthumous is a story continued after the death of the original author. So I am the original author of my life, but a dead puppet, but the story continues, but the author still remains me..........


HUH!!! that was sooooo not easy to explain ....:) But it was much easier to frame that one liner...:))

Laughter Awaited

Yes, when you see for the first time, a great laughter arises in you - the laughter about the whole ridiculousness of your misery, the laughter about the whole foolishness of your problems, the laughter about the whole absurdity of your suffering.
---OSHO
I am sooooo.... waiting for this laughter.... I really hope I can do this :)