Saturday, October 25, 2008
THE SINGING BUDDHA
Singing Buddha is what American people call him, "My Elvis" is name given to him by the Rock Star Jeff Buckley, some people directly see him as GOD. This is what world knows about him. He sang some thousands of songs(Qawwalli's) , he sang some same songs in very different styles, he performed live all over the world, he made people bang their head by playing Intoxication, Sweet Pain and a lot of songs of the psychedelic genre(I do believe his music is absolute psychedelic stuff ever existed).
He was the one who accompanied me throughout my solitary engineering years, whenever I felt low, his Godly voice was there to sooth me. I have, I think, each and every song sung by him with me, but every now and then I find some new songs, coming up from where I do not know. I believe he is still singing for me, for you and for all who love him.The song, "Sanu ik pal chain na aavay sajna tairay bina", has been sung in 6 different styles by him, I mean I have 6 different versions of this song, how much more are there, I do not know.
He performed in Europian countries with Michael Brooks, in front of the audience who did not know any Hindi or Urdu, but still every song went fo an Encore.
To read more about him you can go to the sitenusratfans.com. There are few favorites of mine which I would like to share-
1. Sanu ik pal chain na aavay sajna tairay bina
2. Intoxication
3. Sweet Pain
4. Allah-ho
5. Gham hai ya Khushi hai Tu
Listen to him, you will find yourself in trance.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The Real World of Comics
When I was a kid, people used to say,"Do not read comics, they don't teach any real thing". I am 22 now and I have learnt a lot of things from them only.But let us not care about people and go back to my Real World of Comics.
I was too much into comics, until I left the college, after that I am not getting the chance to read them, but I think that I am still into the comics.
It started when I was in 4th or 5th class. I started with CHAMPAK then I moved into the advanced level of Manoj Comics and finally I reached the expert level of RAJ COMICS. Believe me my progress was phenomenal, I crossed all these stages within one month.
Since my childhood I loved Super Commando Dhruva, he was my imagination of a perfect man. He is, what I believe, a Super Human.
The price used to be 6rupee for the small one and 12 rupees for digest's, at that time. Then there were some big-big comics of Fighter-Toads which came for some 20 rupees and they were beyod my scope, poor me.
Then the entrepreneur inside me prompted me to start a library of my own, to grow my collection of comics as well as to outshine the richies of my locality. So I started a library on my own and engaged some fools as well, for the distribution and collection purposes.We used to rent the 6rupee one for 1rupee and the 12 rupee one for 2rupees. I still remember that the first month's collection was 30 rupees. My sister used to be our Account Manager.Then I started buying the comics and keeping them for my personal collection,but after some time, the fools engaged started crying and somehow I ran that library for some 3-4 months and finally I had to abandon the whole idea because the fools were behaving in a sensitive manner and believe me, it is dangerous to run a business with sensible fools.The business can flourish only if you are having either purely sensible or utter fools, no middle one's required.
The journey continued, I moved into 9th class, that time I was having enough money with me,(Don't ask me How,Trade Secret,ya I was running some other businesses as well) to buy the comics. But then there are a lot of issues which make life miserable and bloody Inflation is one of them. The rates started increasing and 6 was 8, and 12 became 16 :(
I fought and the journey went on and on, my collection grew to a damnn 800 comics.In the meantime I moved into my higher secondary and the collection kept growing. Then again the trifles of Life worried me and I lost my contact with my beloved comics for the next one year. But thanks to the free internet facility provided by NIT HAMIRPUR, which enabled me to meet my loved ones one more time. I downloaded the comics like hell and kept the last working day of my college for reading comics exclusively. Finally after one whole semester I found myself at par with the new generation kids :P. I have 4GB of comics with me.
Then the entrepreneur inside me prompted me to start a library of my own, to grow my collection of comics as well as to outshine the richies of my locality. So I started a library on my own and engaged some fools as well, for the distribution and collection purposes.We used to rent the 6rupee one for 1rupee and the 12 rupee one for 2rupees. I still remember that the first month's collection was 30 rupees. My sister used to be our Account Manager.Then I started buying the comics and keeping them for my personal collection,but after some time, the fools engaged started crying and somehow I ran that library for some 3-4 months and finally I had to abandon the whole idea because the fools were behaving in a sensitive manner and believe me, it is dangerous to run a business with sensible fools.The business can flourish only if you are having either purely sensible or utter fools, no middle one's required.
The journey continued, I moved into 9th class, that time I was having enough money with me,(Don't ask me How,Trade Secret,ya I was running some other businesses as well) to buy the comics. But then there are a lot of issues which make life miserable and bloody Inflation is one of them. The rates started increasing and 6 was 8, and 12 became 16 :(
I fought and the journey went on and on, my collection grew to a damnn 800 comics.In the meantime I moved into my higher secondary and the collection kept growing. Then again the trifles of Life worried me and I lost my contact with my beloved comics for the next one year. But thanks to the free internet facility provided by NIT HAMIRPUR, which enabled me to meet my loved ones one more time. I downloaded the comics like hell and kept the last working day of my college for reading comics exclusively. Finally after one whole semester I found myself at par with the new generation kids :P. I have 4GB of comics with me.
But then there is one more bloody thing called FATE, my brother and my dad sold all my comics to the "Kabadi" and every thing went away :(, but let us not talk about that, it is a sad story.
Nowadays I'm in a bloody job, so can not find time to read them but I'll fight and get back to the Real World of Comics.
Nowadays I'm in a bloody job, so can not find time to read them but I'll fight and get back to the Real World of Comics.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Cold Smoking-A modern Technique
Hope you know it, if not then I will let you know about it. I am an expert in it.
Holding the cigarette against my soft and delicate lips is something I love to do, I enjoy it like hell or may be heavens(Who Knows!) provided its face is not burning :).
This is what I know as Cold Smoking, smoking without lighting the cigarette. I started it in mycollege, in 6th semester I guess and since then I go high whenever I hold the mystic beauty in my hands near my lips.
I imitate my dad whenever I smoke because he was God of Smoking, he used to beat the hell out of himself while smoking.I remember sometimes he used to smoke 3-4 packs everyday,2 was an average. Me and my brother used to get 1rupee as commission every time we used to buy a few packs for him,a fair deal I think considering the value of 1 rupee at that time. This all was done in a very clandestine manner because Supreme Court of my Mother used to be very stringent that days and if we were caught then the consequences were really very serious.My dad quit smoking in 1996 because of inability of his lungs and kidney to support him in his endeavors :)
Then I decided that I will smoke by using some other technique, smoking was mandatory, because the style and the class [I am falling short of words, holding a cigarette is something that makes me feel a little less than GOD :P, in a nutshell ] it provides is matchless. So this is the story behind the Origin of Cold Smoking Technique.Gradually with passing time I found that a lot of people follow this technique, some to quit smoking and some to enjoy the style without making their lungs and kidneys toil hard. I keep a long Gold Flake Classics with me in my room so that I can enjoy the magic without any trouble.
So its my friendly advise to all who read this that please adopt this technique because smoking, I think, is mandatory. Enjoy Cold Smoking.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं
मैं न चला था कभी भीड़ में दब के,
अब उसी भीड़ का एक साया हूँ मैं|
इन आंखों में कुछ ख्वाब सजाये,
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं|
दिखता है जो कभी, कभी गुम जाता है वो,
उस बेदर्द "खुदा" का तड़पाया हूँ मैं|
डरता हूँ अब कुछ भी करते,
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं|
क्यूँ हुआ है ये सब, के हैरान हूँ मैं,
क्यूँ देख कर के ये ख्वाब पछताया हूँ मैं|
अपनी ही चिता पे चलते-चलते,
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं|
पर न होगा मुनासिब, अब वापिस लौट जाना,
ख्वाबों से रूठ कर के भी क्या, कभी जी पाया हूँ मैं|
कुछ तो है जो चलता हूँ मैं हरदम,
यूँ ही नहीं "इंसान" कहलाया हूँ मैं|
©copyright protected 1985-............
अब उसी भीड़ का एक साया हूँ मैं|
इन आंखों में कुछ ख्वाब सजाये,
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं|
दिखता है जो कभी, कभी गुम जाता है वो,
उस बेदर्द "खुदा" का तड़पाया हूँ मैं|
डरता हूँ अब कुछ भी करते,
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं|
क्यूँ हुआ है ये सब, के हैरान हूँ मैं,
क्यूँ देख कर के ये ख्वाब पछताया हूँ मैं|
अपनी ही चिता पे चलते-चलते,
बहुत दूर चला आया हूँ मैं|
पर न होगा मुनासिब, अब वापिस लौट जाना,
ख्वाबों से रूठ कर के भी क्या, कभी जी पाया हूँ मैं|
कुछ तो है जो चलता हूँ मैं हरदम,
यूँ ही नहीं "इंसान" कहलाया हूँ मैं|
©copyright protected 1985-............
Sunday, October 5, 2008
The Less Privileged
"This Life is a journey, we all are pilgrims. Some pilgrims have better road maps." by unknown
I have a bookmark which says the above said thing. It has been said by some great person(I don't remember the name), and the point is that I don't believe it, but time and again I see the things happening around me which make the above said statement more and more prominent.
Last Saturday,Me and my colleagues went to visit an ORPHANAGE. I did not want to go at the first place but then I decided to go. So we reached there after an hour and then we started our charity show or whatever fuck that was. I was not feeling anything till I entered that bloody orphanage but then I realized that all the kids living there were not having even a single parent of theirs alive, may be they are alive but it hardly makes any difference to them.
There were 182 kids staying in that orphanage and as I expected there were 116 girls and 66 boys. Incidentally I entered the "all-girls" section first of all(they were all between 1-5 years). Then I stayed there for some time and talked to the attendants and then I was told the "Story of Privileges".
One of the girl was thrown in front of a grocery store, other one was left on the heap of crap, one was just left on the street, needless to say they were not older than 1 day.
It made me think that they have survived such a thing so they surely would have been very lucky, but then there was the real part of the story, they were left alone by some stupids and morons to be killed by anyone, be it air, sun, rain, dog or cat.
The story does not end here, there were some 82 0r 83 kids among the 182 who were physically and mentally (as well) challenged. One of them was not having any senses at all and when I say "no senses", then I mean it. She was not aware of anything surrounding her. Her head was hanging to her left and when someone tried to straighten her head, it just drifted to the other side like a dead person. Someone left her on the street.
After coming out of that orphanage I just laughed like anything, I don't why, may be because I am having better road map,may be because I am not an orphan or may be because they are less privileged than me.
I have a bookmark which says the above said thing. It has been said by some great person(I don't remember the name), and the point is that I don't believe it, but time and again I see the things happening around me which make the above said statement more and more prominent.
Last Saturday,Me and my colleagues went to visit an ORPHANAGE. I did not want to go at the first place but then I decided to go. So we reached there after an hour and then we started our charity show or whatever fuck that was. I was not feeling anything till I entered that bloody orphanage but then I realized that all the kids living there were not having even a single parent of theirs alive, may be they are alive but it hardly makes any difference to them.
There were 182 kids staying in that orphanage and as I expected there were 116 girls and 66 boys. Incidentally I entered the "all-girls" section first of all(they were all between 1-5 years). Then I stayed there for some time and talked to the attendants and then I was told the "Story of Privileges".
One of the girl was thrown in front of a grocery store, other one was left on the heap of crap, one was just left on the street, needless to say they were not older than 1 day.
It made me think that they have survived such a thing so they surely would have been very lucky, but then there was the real part of the story, they were left alone by some stupids and morons to be killed by anyone, be it air, sun, rain, dog or cat.
The story does not end here, there were some 82 0r 83 kids among the 182 who were physically and mentally (as well) challenged. One of them was not having any senses at all and when I say "no senses", then I mean it. She was not aware of anything surrounding her. Her head was hanging to her left and when someone tried to straighten her head, it just drifted to the other side like a dead person. Someone left her on the street.
After coming out of that orphanage I just laughed like anything, I don't why, may be because I am having better road map,may be because I am not an orphan or may be because they are less privileged than me.
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