tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169985182024-03-13T07:46:23.715+05:30Incredibly MoronicSome short stories, some poems about imaginary people, this blog is just a moronic outburst :)Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-51319897292221654142012-02-29T01:21:00.001+05:302012-02-29T01:21:05.713+05:30The revolution.....<p>Just read the new (not so new now) Chetan Bhagat book. Revolution 2020 is mature, bold and honest attempt to talk about young people, their ambition and love. Don't get me wrong here but what I loved most is the parallel to one of my favorite authors masterpiece 'The Fountainhead '. Both books are mainly about individuals, both highlight objectivism in different words but similar instances, and both of them have 2 strong male and 1 strong female character. Although no bible or book can ever reach the level of ' The Fountainhead ' easily, I did get a strong lump in my throat at the end of R2020 which can be felt at every page of my favorite epic.  On the expense of making this blog simpler, R2020 is the Bollywood masala version of some of Ayn Rands phenomenal ideas.</p> <br/> <p>So go on, if you are one of those who has read the fountainhead, read R2020 just for the sake of my blog. And if you are one of those who has read R2020 first, go grab a copy of the classic Rand masterpiece. Last seen Flipkart is giving away a 25% discount on 'The Fountainhead'</p> <br/> <p>On my bed, about to sleep after a tiring trip to Bangalore....dhimrock..29.2.2012</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4</div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-18294252581432142992012-02-25T17:49:00.002+05:302012-02-25T17:54:03.357+05:30Incredibly Mornonic<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Guys,</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Am back !! Finally found all the motivation I needed to start writing again. I know a lot of my blog readers were disappointed with me not writing for the last 2 years. Thanks for all the love but to be honest you did not miss anything because I was hardly thinking. In a transactional mindset, writing with creativity is tough and thus. Enough of </span>explanation<span style="font-size: 100%;">. Good times are back again. </span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span >Writing from my beautiful Mac again. Cheers Steve !!!</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Dhimrock 25/02/2012</span></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-2208336086444362272010-01-25T09:00:00.002+05:302010-01-25T09:09:23.556+05:30Recaranation<b>Reincarnation</b>, literally "to be made flesh again".......<br /><br />18th July 2008, I gave up blogging for the one simple reason...I had started writing because others wanted me to write....my writing was getting biased....I was feeling like a newspaper journalist writing for some motive...money, love, everything except my self....<br /><br />But the last 12 months have been different, I have not only missed my writing, but found out many more reasons to write.....and reasons which will last forever...<br /><br />One of them is my soulmate... My last 12 months have been a roller coaster..and I want to thank her for being there...not only because she is beautiful and finds me interesting but also because she inspires me...<br /><br />Second is the belief that I have to be what I am. An engineer, a MBA, are also degrees and things that now define me, but my writing is what makes me what I truly am.<br /><br />Enough for the first post. I will be back with poems, stories and random posts like ever....<br /><br />Thanks,<br />Dhimant N.<br /><br />Just Reached office......BKC....25th January....Mumbai.......Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-57494740455742313562008-07-18T16:02:00.000+05:302008-07-18T16:03:34.517+05:30<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ADIEU </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I hope this post does not come as a surprise to anyone who is reading it…. I will keep it short and simple….</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything ends, especially at the end. Four years gone by. After a belief of 22 years, that I could write, and with people I don’t even remember today who helped me believe it, I blogged for the first time just because they believed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">During these four years, my life has seems numerous ups and numerous downs, more downs than ups, just a proof of how human I am. Things have changed so much. There is hardly anything that has stayed with me all these four years. Companies changed, colleges changed, vehicles I drive changed, clothes that I wear, people I meet everyday changed, my beliefs changed, everything….</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And Above all I also lost so many important people in my life, one by one, pulled out painfully from my life; a feeling pretty much like applying antiseptic to a wound. I can’t afford to lose one more person in my life, none. And it’s a promise that I have made to myself, but I know I am very close to bidding goodbye no matter what fancy trick I try or valiant efforts I make. The unparalleled pain not only sucks out energy from my body but also makes me a thinker, a philosopher out of me. And this is one of the prime reasons I think of my blog as my life line, as it is about the only thing that has stayed for me throughout. So today when I am saying I am closing down this blog, it is more like killing someone who has loyally been by my side through out. Then why kill it???? Why choose to be a orphan, a loner??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There are many reasons, many ifs and many buts, but the bottom line is…… Its time to bid goodbye….Goodbye…… </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Like the famous song says………..<span style="font-style: italic;"> “Everything I love, goes away in the end…… “</span></span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Dhimrock……17/07/08…Never felt so proud before… and Never felt so lone before…</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A philosopher….a writer…a blogger…a killer….an entertainer….and Incredibly Moronic !!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Writing is my passion and I will stay by it…….</span></span>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-66169999763208987902008-07-17T16:49:00.001+05:302008-07-17T17:45:22.723+05:30<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Looking, through you....<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Singing a little, dancing her heart,<br /><br />The melody sweet, steps I cant ignore,<br /><br />Words loose, the grip's holding tight,<br /><br />Moments pass, hours flyby, feet still moving....<br /><br /><br />A thought too big, worries too many,<br /><br />Worries so selfless, yet so full for self,<br /><br />Hanging by the moment, yet so ready for life,<br /><br />Choosing never to lose affection...<br /><br /><br />A power to believe, and argue to stand by it,<br /><br />And along take people all the way,<br /><br />She always tells me why she is right,<br /><br />But she wouldn't say, why she had to fight...<br /><br /><br />In My life, I am looking through you...<br /><br /><br />She knows for good, which words go together,<br /><br />And she knows better if worlds go together,<br /><br />She always tells me where she had to go,<br /><br />But she wouldn't ever say why she had to go...<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br />Dhimrock....17/07/08....<br /><br />It is a pleasure to know some people, and it is an honour to meet some others,<br /><br />but there are times when you realize, it is an absolute privilege to fight with a person...it may not be rewarding or fun, but it is definitely something that you remember forever !!!Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-88774304348658333272008-07-06T23:18:00.004+05:302008-07-06T23:30:59.353+05:30<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">With everything in place as it should<br />And everything dirty or neat.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I see it in simple reflection<br />Until times have changed it to be</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> A house with a memory; it’s more than a house<br />It once was home to me.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I’d give so much to live again<br />In that house when it was mine.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Then it knew our laughter and tears,<br />With its memory just begun.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I was unwise to have left it, I know.<br />All I got for my pains</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Was a heap of things I thought worthwhile<br />And a desire to be back again.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> It might be made home again, who knows?<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I watch the moonlight slant through a tree,<br />And know that old room was more than a house.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It was once home to me<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.familyhistoryproducts.com/ezine.html" target="_new">Finding the courage to leave it all over again....</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.familyhistoryproducts.com/ezine.html" target="_new"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Dhimrock...</span><b><br /></b></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-73814345022957123582008-06-26T16:44:00.003+05:302008-06-26T17:06:51.471+05:30LITTLE DID I KNOW......<div style="text-align: justify;">This is not a post. Neither is this any form of poetry. This is what I call an outburst. There is so much I have been wanting to write. I have a couple of short stories all ready with ideas.There are tons of topics on which I have been waiting to write articles on. And there is the stupid novel which is almost done and over with. But all that flows in this blog is a stupid outburst. Go on. Read it !!<br /></div><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >LITTLE DID I KNOW</span><br /> <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nothing Inspires me to write these days;Nothing.<br />Ideas knock my head and words bang my ears.<br />They try hard, and they vanish;<br />But my fingers refuse the pen.<br /><br />There is so much I have,<br />To make you smile, and to make you cry,<br />But I refuse to make a rhyme, not even a mark,<br />Wont do anything, for which I have to try.<br /><br />Am thinking of words, when I am with people,<br />Am thinking of people, when I am with words,<br />A world of verbatim, and a body of feelings,<br />That is what I am, the irony of myself.<br /><br />So, do i know, where I am going?<br />Or do I know, what I want?<br />And little did I know, the day was coming,<br />When nothing inspires me to write, Nothing<br /><br /></span></div>26th June...2k8...Dhimrock........Am looking for plain vanilla Inspiration...<br /><br />P.S : Alternate last line of the outburst was:<br /><br />And little did I know, the day was coming,<br />Even people would fail me, not only words.....<br /><br />There are 2 lines I love the most. Dinner on me, if you guess them.Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-69114771100197193722008-05-11T00:34:00.002+05:302008-05-11T00:59:20.883+05:30Woh Kehte hai na.....LIFE HO TO AISI......<br /><br />One Dreaded question....A million people asking...yaar itna kyon badal gaya?? MBA ka asar??....What answer does one expect when he/she asks me that...? Does he/she expect me to have a genetic expalination?? or was it a rhetoric question??? Anyways....as I start off this post on a pissed off mood..that are reasons for it...which are far beyond explaination...<br /><br />The real reason I write this post....is that I have not blogged for months now...and everytime i thought about an interesting topic to blog or write a poem on, something distracted me. So tonight I thought, because I cant sleep, I would write a khichdi blog....a line on what i have been wanting to say.... an 'innovation' (its surprising how much this word pisses u off, specially after doing an MBA) in writing , atleast my writing ....<br /><br /><br /><br />1) MBA: A place where u learn, but at the end of it you prefer the learning without the 'L'<br /><br />2) Mimmoh: A blessing to the new decade, a decade of ham movies ( followed by B grade movies ) are now surely in the pipeline<br /><br />3) Inflation: The one word which makes me feel more richer than the poorer....... Communists do not sue me....<br /><br />4) IPL: Just an istant slap on Subhash Chandras face and Gods way of telling him, Business aise hota hai bhai... u still need to learn a lot<br /><br />5) Marketing: A passion that kills is a passion allright....<br /><br />6) PPO: Its 100% satisfaction, 90% pride, 80% happiness, 70% confidence, 60% relief, 50% more free time, 40 % more rishteys from ladke/ladki waale..., 30% more bargaining power, 20% more participation in events, 10% more movies and 0% more motivation for the future....<br /><br />About to join the corporate world again.....this time as an MBA..... a little more illuminated, a little more emotionless, a little more of everything....<br /><br />1 AM 11th May..... Tired of something...something I want to leave behind..... DhimrockDhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-69417057541463513652008-02-13T01:14:00.001+05:302008-06-26T17:22:03.935+05:30HOPE YOU KNOW......<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >Hope you know...</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Capturing every moment of truth and joy, capturing every moment spent together, capturing what life is all about......</span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><u><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span></u></p><br /><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >There was a time when I saw your smile,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Saw the joy, the happiness beneath that smile,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Time flies so fast, the moment no longer remains,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >But that little curve of yours, perennially remains….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >There was a time, when I saw you struggle,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Every barrier was broken, every battle was fought,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Behind that cute little girl, lies the brave daunting shadow,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Crushing all the problems, bringing them to naught…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >I’ve even seen you shed that tear,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >No, No, it was neither weakness nor fear,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >It was just love for the ones that matter,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >You’ve set your goals, and you just want to be better….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Rashi, It’s all inside you,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Be there, the way you are,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >You’ll reach there, & you’ll never go wrong,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >I can see it, your life’s<span style=""> </span>going to be a song…..<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Algerian;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >So many credos, one single person,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >So many emotions, that you show,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >To me and the world you make a difference,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Algerian;font-size:130%;" >Sweetheart, I just hope that you know…..<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="color: rgb(227, 108, 10);font-family:Algerian;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Algerian;" >Dhimrock…..10<sup>th</sup> Feb 2008…..<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i style=""><span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Algerian;" >Leaving, but not without telling you what you should know……..</span></i></span><i style=""><span style="color: rgb(227, 108, 10);font-family:Algerian;" ><o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-43954116361609324862007-11-20T20:51:00.000+05:302007-11-20T23:14:08.052+05:30I DIED TODAY<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Illumina was over, The whole PG07 present was having a ball, so was my whole team.....My emotions were neither satisfaction over the success, nor it was sadness that the event is over...I was numb. I did not know what to do. I ust walked back to my room and simply put my pen on paper....and this came out....</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">I Died Today</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy,Dejected, excited,& every other emotion,<br />List them all, cant relate to any,<br />People called it a victory of ambition,<br />For me, was just on effort of many...<br /><br />The day is just over, as simple as that,<br />Why am I so numb, keep looking at the gate?<br />Wasnt just my passion, it was alot more,<br />Cant describe it, feeling like a helpless whore...<br /><br />What lies ahead for me, my world, and around,<br />A whole new life, or simply a new day,<br />Will anything ever heal this pain, this wound,<br />Or will I simply accept it, I died today...<br /><br />Can also see passions rising, a new disease,<br />Someone new will soon wear the crown, the glory,<br />But on a day, he will perish, not in ease,<br />No books will emboss it, but somewhere buried you will find his story !!! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Dhimrock....28th October 2k7...Illumina over, what else in MDI interests me??? Let me find out....wondering what my new life at MDI will be like.....</span></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-92144542665129200342007-11-18T18:46:00.000+05:302007-11-18T19:06:42.998+05:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><em>Dont know how many people will understand the purpose of this poem, but I hope just one does..... Enjoy the poem....</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Making Me Happy...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A year gone by, worries keep me busy,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Searching the path, where life is easy,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">But never thought, this would change, in a walk,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">All I had to do was to be mum, and let her talk....</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A beautiful lady, dewy grass, MDI in light,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A grey dress, folded hands,, fighting cold, in the night,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">One of us took the first step out,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Did I ever wanna come back, I doubt...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chattering, babbling, just whats on her mind,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Words coated with emotion, gestures with tang,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">From dreams to cravings, topics she will find,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">From misery to glory, engage me in a story...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes she can be cranky, sometimes just down,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">But all you have to do is to talk to her,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Give her a push, a chance to take my case,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Honestly, its just worth the smile on her face...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Singing a song, humming a tune,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Along the path, walking,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Spending our days, just joking,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To sadness, making us immune...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The moments were full of her,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Her smile, her words, her jokes,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Keeping mum was never so worth,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happiness like heaven, on my earth...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Just putting my thoughts on paper... for someone special.......</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dhimrock.....16th November 2007...</em></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-66660746846813087632007-10-07T18:34:00.000+05:302007-10-07T18:37:09.362+05:30<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Loving you……..Always…..</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> <strong> Dhimrock</strong></div><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong></strong> </p><div align="center"><br />I love you, when you talk<br />Talk with a smile<br />I love you, when you are mum,<br />And the smile is nowhere to be seen<br />All I wanna do is get you on track,<br />And the smile again to be seen.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />I love you, when you are bold,<br />Flawless, sharp, cutting like a knife<br />I love you when you are shy,<br />Shy and you are blushing red,<br />All I wanna do is hold myself<br />Either I will go crazy, or I’ll go Mad…</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />I love you when you are honest,<br />Crying, wanting just to be loved,<br />I love you, when you lie,<br />Acting bitching, just to be loved,<br />All is fair in war and love,<br />All I’ll try is make you feel loved.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />I love you, when you are smart,<br />On the rocks, commanding, calling God unfair,<br />I love you when you act dumb,<br />So cute, so little, but still wanting to win,<br />I can see through you always,<br />All I wanna do is see you win…</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />I write and I always write,<br />But when I write for you,<br />I feel the writing,<br />Just like I feel you.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />You is very few,<br />Your lips are the dance of joy,<br />When they curve to smile,<br />But the epitome of sorrow,<br />When they don’t<br />So always giggle, never give up the smile<br />And no matter what<br />I will always Love you.</div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-64804305441721934312007-10-07T18:29:00.000+05:302007-10-07T18:38:33.767+05:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">What I love about you !!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Your eyes</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>which first held me captivated</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>where I stood.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Your smile</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>to dazzle the sun</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>and warm every corner of my soul.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Your voice</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>like a sparkling mountain stream</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>which flows into my heart.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Your walk</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>and the way your gracefulness</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>takes my breath away.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Your hair</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>about which I dreamed</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>cascading into my face</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>as you leaned over me.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Your hands</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>whose caress I crave</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>to hold my face</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>in their tenderness.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Your arms</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I long to have around my neck</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>as you pull me close</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>to your warmth.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Most of all</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>everything you are</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>changed the way I feel about my life.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I love you.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong><em>Dhimrock</em></strong></span></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-61602814814135518222007-09-16T11:45:00.000+05:302007-09-16T11:48:25.328+05:30Slowly but surely.......as every day passes....the memories become more and more extinct ...but more and more embedded in our souls....From today...every month lets relive photographs one by one...<br /><br />Dhimant<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORIES</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>I went through all our old photographs </strong><br /><strong>memories made over thirteen years<br />Pictures worth a million words</strong><br /><strong> that bring my soul to pleasure.<br />I study each one carefully </strong><br /><strong>replaying the memories in my mind<br />looking for clues of what the future would hold </strong><br /><strong>and the heartache it would leave behind<br />Smiling friends, visiting new places </strong><br /><strong>a boat trip, a bus, the park<br />How could we have known that summer day at the Lake </strong><br /><strong>how quickly our bright lives would turn dark<br />Birthday smiles and early mornings</strong><br /><strong>night in the train and a day at the beach<br />So carefree and not knowing how soon happiness would be out of our reach<br />Our passage through life captured on paper </strong><br /><strong>If not for the photos would soon disappear<br />Fade out of our minds like the love in our hearts </strong><br /><strong>bittersweetly remembered through the years.</strong><br /><br />Dhimrock...The IT was simply awesome.....Memories Die HardDhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-56813819142875587372007-08-24T19:45:00.000+05:302007-08-24T19:52:29.761+05:30KILL ME.........<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Kill me if you want,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>If it makes your life better,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>But you dare leave me alive,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>With turth, your world I will shatter....</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Kill me if you want,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>If it makes you feel a hero,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>But you dare leave me hanging,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Myths you love, I'll keep on banging....</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Kill me if you want,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>If it makes the world sweeter,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Look,look, I am still breathing,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Loser,I'm alone, where success is a fever....</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>I'm sure, you want me alive,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Why? Tell the world, dont be shy,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Because me, my ego moves the world,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Wrong I am everyone tells me,</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>But none,none tells me why !!!!</em></strong></span></div><br />Dhimrock....8th August...in a Brand Manaegment class...wondering whom I work for...what my brand equity is.....when my brand life cycle will end....Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-19044329282529759172007-08-05T11:57:00.000+05:302007-08-05T12:11:21.336+05:30<div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Mum-Bye.....</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">120 days away from Mumbai and I am still surprised to be alive....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Beginning right from my house, every Mumbai memory in some way is connected to food. Mum made soft dhoklas, the corner Vada Pav, Juhu's Omlet Pav, Sukh Sagar's Butter loaded Pav Bhaji, Gnnae ka ras, kandaa bhajee...its food all along....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For 24 years, I have lived an ordinary life, Today I live an 'extra ordinary' life just to miss the ordinary...Do I?? Hell yeah, I do !!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In fact life has put me into a lane which is like a one way street. I am where everyone wants to be, but I want to be where everyone is !!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My sixth sense tells me, I will never be able to go back to Mumbai....It will soon be an illusion. Evn while I write this, I feel sick ikn my stomach...my gut ....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I have studied for 24 years for a new house, a big one, but today I miss my same old house...dont need a big one...just the same with my parents....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For 24 years I have worked hard to earn my own car..but will it be worth my 24 years...I think u knw the answer....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">From my parents to Tendulkar.. to Vada Pav..to Heramb,Subu, ajay and frnds......to 8.33 ki local.....to St Francis..to wankhede...to queens necklace...to my dadi....to Pahal..........</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You can take the man out of Mumbai.....but you cant take Mumbai out of the man....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Dhimrock....5th August.....</em></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>in Room Number 113..the palace..in front of my lappie....waiting for Illumina and Placements to get over......</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-12351541567908978252007-07-19T23:57:00.000+05:302007-07-20T00:18:55.167+05:30<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><em><strong>You, only you....</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Its been tough, but its better now,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Both for you & me, I am sure its better now,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>There is no point being so lonely here,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Specially you should know, atleast when I am here..</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Let me hold your hand,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>And you can close your eyes,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Lets have fun in the sun and sand,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Pleasure for our souls to suffice.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Let me kiss your forhead dear,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>And whisper that you are beautiful</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Everythings back to normal here,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Why should I not be near??</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>So if u give 'US' one more chance, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Baby, I will wand away all your pain,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Without no music, in the dark, we will dance,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Without any cloud, we will feel the rain....</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Thats all I had to say,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Now its you who'll make my day,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>By choosing whats good for you,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>And saying what u have said to few !!!!!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Just for you Jelly..written in a hurry...Hope u like it..On my bed, Just feel like like talking to you.....more and more.....and a little more </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Dhimrock......19th July 2007</span></strong></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-85514788363033084912007-06-09T15:43:00.000+05:302007-06-09T15:45:42.775+05:30SUMMER INTERNSHIP.....Whts that???<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Hi one and all................Just psoting to say that 2 months of gruelling summer internship is O V E R<br /><br /><br />I knw it hardly means anything to you all.....But how many of u have actually done ur summers in Manufacturing....<br /><br /><br />GOD Bless.....</span>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-57761165939287145422007-05-09T23:33:00.000+05:302007-05-09T23:36:19.230+05:30Hi guys,<br /><br />Posting 2 new poems<br /><br />The first poem is about one night I spent at Rishikesh far away from the city just watching the stars in the plain sky.Hope you like it.<br />The other one is about me, what I am and what I feel like everyday. Thats being me !!<br /><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><u><span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; color: red;">Tonight<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">If there ever was a time,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">I wanted you along; o dear, it was tonight, <o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">So that you could hear the silence, without a chime,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">And see the darkness, without a spark and light.<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">My back on the sand, hands stretched out,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">All I could see was sparkling gems,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">One more majestic than the other,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">I imagined shapes, one brilliant than the other.<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">There was no light and yet so much of sparkle and joy,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">I had to agree, Ya heaven must be above, had to be,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">I craved for the stars, just like a child for his toy,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">But I ain’t getting them, coz everything has a place to be.<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">I wish you were here darling, to share my feeling,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">I felt naked among the stars, never felt so strong and true,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Just the sight of the sky, was just so healing,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Confessing all my sins, forgetting all my pain, I just stayed kneeling…….<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">----Dhimrock </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;">21<sup>st</sup> March…1.46 A.M. on my bed..about to fall asleep…thanking the person who inspired me to write this one….Thanks….</p>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-15444296228735108312007-05-09T23:20:00.000+05:302007-05-09T23:22:20.662+05:30<div style="border: 3pt solid rgb(209, 99, 73); padding: 0in; background: rgb(209, 99, 73) none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-left: 2.5in; margin-right: 0in;"> <h1><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">Trash Me<o:p></o:p></span></h1> </div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Floods can’t drown me,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Famines can’t starve me,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Coz I am hungry for me,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">That’s how I decide to carve me!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Some call me arrogant, maybe I am;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">People grade my ego, but in me I find no shame,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Your ‘Self’ should roar like a lion, why try to tame?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">I live, I survive, I rejoice, only because I am!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Throw me in the dumps, and deeper still,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">I will still look up and higher I’ll stare,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Man I will worship, no one I fear,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">In search of my own God, to whom I have been so near!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">Throw me out and push me aside,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">But whose going to ‘think’ me, my rules, I abide;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">I’ll do what I want; you ask “Who is gonna let me?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center">But all me hears and asks is “Who is gonna stop me?? “</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dhimrock…….14<sup>th</sup> March….In the MDI auditorium….Seeing a hundred faces…..but still just a single soul </p>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-79556670098179403092007-02-23T03:12:00.000+05:302007-02-23T03:17:34.160+05:30<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Just a slightly old post but published today...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There is Hope and then, there is RG..........</span></span></span><br /><br /><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Another exam gone and another session of rigorous insomnia is over.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">The only good part about everything that happens during the exam time is that it gets over in 3-4 days.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now Before I came here I never knew that the trimester exams would be further divided into a mid term exam and an end term exam. It hardly been 6 months and I have already given 4 exams !!!! And then there is the concept of RG, or relative grading as everyone calls it in MDI. RG as defined in MDI is when you try everything else to get more marks than the others by every mean other than studying. There are times when people let their roommates sleep although he should be waking up and rush for quizzes scheduled in a class. There are people who would secretly go and meet the professors, so that they would get the one extra mark when it comes to the final score or grade. And thousands of such things fall under the scope of the basket of RG.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now I want to share something with you that I confused about. I want to know why this process of continuous evaluation? Maybe because they want to check our consistency or maybe as a thought that came to me, because they doubt the education system that is in place. If you really think that a good educating system is in place, why not just evaluate them twice in a year. Ok your argument is that one exam cannot show an individuals talent, but atleast two can. And after seeing the education system here, I do feel that they should have a continuous evaluation process, not only to evaluate the students progress but to evaluate the overall progress of their teaching staff and their academic system.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">So long for RG……Cya</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dhimrock…On my way to Mumbai from Delhi 3 PM….Swaraj express…..listening to ‘Cold drink Cold drink’ being shouted by vendors inside the train.</span></p>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-71545028151850900182007-02-20T21:09:00.000+05:302007-02-20T21:27:34.944+05:30<span style="font-size:130%;">Hi guys writing a poem after a long long time...or should I say posting on the blog after a long long time. Have been writing a lot but did not feel like posting it.I dont know if people have been visiting my blog or not, but the comments suggests not. Anyways I will still keep on writing. I had promised my old friends I would keep updating my blog. Sorry to them.<br /><br />Just some news from my side, a new publishing house has decided to publish my book of short stories in June 2008. So looking forward to it.<br /><br />As for this poem, dedicated specially to those people who are stuck up in a place and wondering why they are there !! Written in about 4 minutes. Hope you like it...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I think...too....</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">I sit here by my Laptop, thinking alone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">All my friends are going, some are long gone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">What am I doing here, no one here is mine,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">I can hardly gulp my food, all alone I dine...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">I am not sad, but neither am I happy;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Its only a life these days, nothing more than that,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">I know life has given me a lot,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">But it has put me in a race, and I just that rat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">For some I am a winner,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">And for others, just a loser,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">But like it has been for years, the joke is still the same,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">I still know not what I am.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">In search for myself I end my burst of thought,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">And like every attempt, I have made to think,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">I score nothing more than a naught;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">The feeling comes back, Oh God! My life is about to sink...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dhimrock..20th February 2007..In MDI's computer centre, he wonders why he is there !!!</span><br /></span><br /></span>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-1157311378377075402006-09-04T00:48:00.000+05:302006-09-04T04:38:07.710+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><b style=""><span style=""> </span></b><b style=""><span style="font-size:14;">WWW (Who wins why?)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> live to survive. I survive to live. But what if I say, Life is survival. The first two sentences then become redundant. There are four kinds of people I have met in my life, the hard workers, the smart workers, the combination workers and the leeches.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Hard workers are those who want to work hard because that is what relaxes them, that is what satisfies them, that is what gives them a sense of achievement. But somehow these kind of people are mostly those who taste a lot of failures. Why I do not know? I am smart enough to forge out a reason for this and it may be true for my own self, but it may not be universal. So lets us say I do not know for now. I must not forget that there have been certain successful people belonging to this category but that is because they have shifted their category half way.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">The other category is those of winners. Those who work smart have won almost every time except for some rare events when there was something drastically wrong.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">The third category is which I like the most because this is where I belong, the category of ordinaries. Firstly these people are in an ephemeral dilemma about whether they should work hard or smart. Their ability says WORK HARD….but their heart says WORK SMART….These people also get easily influenced by others. These people find idols in life. They find one, follow them and they are always looking for change, even in their idols. <span style=""> </span>This is what I call the people trap. I say 70% of the people belong to this category. </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">These people love to succeed and they do but occasionally. Actually some of these people succeed a lot, other very little. This is because ordinary people depend a lot on luck. </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Statisticians go ahead, prove me wrong because I have no respect for statistics. I will tell you why.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">A famous statistic says 80% of the accidents happen on the foot path. My conclusion, walk on the middle of the road….. What do you say about this?</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Statistics often give wrong results. Anyways why are we talking about statistics? Let us move on to the fourth category, the category I call the PITY category. </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">These people may be compared to the character of Peter Keating of ‘The Fountainhead’ by Ayn Rand. For those who have not read it, these people are those who will survive on others ideas, others actions and others initiatives.<span style=""> </span>Surprisingly these people taste success a little more than the ordinary category or the combination worker. But these people lose all self respect. And respect from all.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">So now I will end up with a statement which Smart workers practice with their motivation, the hard workers believe they cannot practice, the ordinary people pretend to practice, and the PITY workers practice without their own interest.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size:16;">Losers will be losers until they decide to win.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-1156340718230088742006-08-23T18:56:00.001+05:302006-08-23T19:15:34.160+05:30<span style="font-size:180%;"><font><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I write this poem just for one purpose. Because I have never be able to thank them enough and I never will be able to...For my raisers, my soul, my reason of existence......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dhimant N.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> My Raisers</span></span></span></span><font><font><font><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><font><font><font><font><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The first tear that I dropped,<br />Was the symbol of eternal maternal love,<br />My first hair the barber cropped,<br />Was the discipline, she put into me.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><font><font><font><font><font>The first book that I read,<br />Was the flow of paternal skills,<br />He may not have taught me to breathe,<br />But he surely taught me to clean my teeth.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">These things sound so little,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And you already judged them trivial,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Not our fault, these are easy to belittle,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thats why I write today, to thank the trivial.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Health, wealth and soul, Oh Gods, I owe to you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My parents, my treasure, I bow to you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am indebted to you,me, my soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I promise to give you my heart,my body,as a whole !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Some day I may leave my debt half way,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That will be when I leave no longer, on that day,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thats why I write today,what I want to say,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I will want you again, whatever price I have to pay......</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Dhimrock---In my room..Missing an older life.....23 August 2006</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16998518.post-1156337690725634112006-08-23T18:21:00.000+05:302006-08-23T18:32:11.003+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style=""><i style=""><u><span style="">ABSOLUTE IS NOTHING</span></u></i></b></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">I am in the race of life,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">Like a rat, every hour I dig,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">Hours I spend on the edge of a knife,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">However, in the mirror, I find just a pig.</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">I was born to achieve absolute glory,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">But a game called life changed my story,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">Everyday, what others do, I just follow;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:16;color:red;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Feelings are intense, but I remain so hollow.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><b style=""><span style=";font-size:16;color:red;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:16;color:red;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">My question, Why am I here?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">Just because, so did my peer?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">But now my ego cries, in search of itself,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">My eyes are hazy, and nothing is clear.</span></b></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">I have always taken; today I decide to give,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">Call me selfish, but I give only to me,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">Because further, without shame, I want to live;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="color:red;">So that the mirror, shows no pig, but shows only thee.</span></b></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dhimrock----22 August...sitting in the class wondering....</span></span><br /><b style=""><span style=";font-size:16;color:red;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:14;color:blue;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><b style=""><i style=""><u><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></p>Dhimanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648597058371485340noreply@blogger.com0