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Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 | Author:

har nayi cheez ke baare mein
woh bachchon si dilchaspi
aur badon sa pyar dikhaake
kandhe par dena thappi

bade bade sapnon ko lekar
chchoti khushiyaan jeena
woh akhbaar ke safhe palat kar
maze se cigarette peena

uss hansi mein shauk hai
shauk hanste rehne ka
un baaton mein jo bhi ho
shukriya unhe kehne ka

kisi ke roomie, kisi se baangla,
har rishta inka anokha
Sab se Love, mujh se **x
par kisi ko na de dhokha

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Tuesday, May 04th, 2010 | Author:

Sometime when I am alone I think,
I just hope the thread of friendship we share may never shrink.

 

When I am somber you make me smile,
You give me the strength to go ahead mile & mile.

 

When I was all alone in middle of strife,
Like an angel you came into my life.

 

Never seen you in somatic know you through internet,
But it doesn’t make a difference because it was destined & all set.

 

Your heart is pure as a drop of dew,
In this world people like you are very few.

 

A site of your innocent and lively smile,
can make a glum soul happy for a while.

 

In the crimson sky you are like a bright twinkling star,
You are so near yet so far.

 

You are so helpful you helped me for my G.D and interviews,
gave me tips that were so incredible and new.

 

You are popular among your friends,
Because of your sweet nature and helping hand which you are always ready to lend.

 

Your face is so cute, innocent and minus any pride,
You can cook & sing that shows your personality so vivid & wide.

 

The virtue of your nature cannot be measured in ell,
The happiness true friends bring nobody can buy or sell.

 

You are a friend, who can turn hell into an Elysium,
You are a friend who can bring light into darkness just like radium.

 

You are shy and elocutionist at the same time,
Never herd you singing but I am sure your voice must be quite like the sweet sound of chime.

 

I just hope our friendship last till eternity and never ever intercept,
But there is one fact hard to accept.

 

I am in north and you dwell in west,
But friendship goes through hard times and has to give test

 

Never met a person so poised like you,
It may sound clichéd, but people like you are few.

 

Seen you in your scenic snapshot,
Your sweet smile matches with your sweet nature a lot.

 

I am obliged to god he made you my friend,
I had lost my faith in friendship, but you helped to restore it back and mend.

 

Your warm and friendly nature is essence of your personality,
Now that you have become such a dear friend I want to see and meet you in reality.

 

You are so unique and different from rest of the crowd,
Like bright sun in sky full of dark cloud.

 

You’re so understanding and decent,
never met some one so sweet like you in past and recent.

 

Excuse me, if in past and future I commit any mistake,
For nothing could I put our friendship at stake.

 

I truly adore our friendship and hope it ends never,
It continues till eternity and last for ever.

 

Please don’t change and always be the way you are,
because a friend so nice and priceless is very rare.

 

People so serene and selfless are really few,
May you get all the success and happiness in world I pray for you.

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Wednesday, March 03rd, 2010 | Author:

” I dont know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I havent seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay” *

Kickstart lungs is the name of the condition you develop when a single hunk of two stroke machinery wont start. Life comes telescoping down the funnel spigot of fate’s drain and you are more than overwhelmed by the end. Buried, snowed under the absence of further possibilities. If it happens to you in a delhi summer, you get wet with sweat and your breath imitates a pair of leaky cloth bellows. Malviya nagar girls, mostly fair – the ones with heels on their chappals are distinctly uncool while the ones in flat chappals are mod. Things you can’t notice then but remember later.

Beer cans in my bag, the girl at the end of the road waiting. Market boys offer to push while making suggestions that i slug a beer there itself to replenish loss of body fluids – dosent get too far. Call the Coyote who tells me to tilt and kick. This after an hours attempts have run me argound like a beached whale. Thinking things like, ‘ah, milady will take care of the shambles the bike has made me, I get on and ride the thing (Stranger, they call it!)finally; hoping the breeze will dry my shirt out.

“I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I cant forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret” *

Get from station to station like, to find milady engrossed in a movie. For some (obvious to yez-riders!!!) reason i don’t bother to ask which one it was. Hang around and face the cold wave moving from her face glued to the monitor towards me. I take it into the kitchen and get the beers and act like the leftover vegetables from yesterday’s weekly market.

“I dont know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all” *

After setting the poor girl up, can any man affect a cool and suave attitude when on the way the yezdi took an hour to start? I give up and offer this lil bit of advise:

Avoid dates when yr bike wouldn’t start along the way.
Maybe it’s the hand of fate, maybe it’s your clutch plates, in any case its a loosing fight that all of us who know what it feels like smile at the memories of the pain and understand that to own a y-bike is to take on a personal cross that you bear much to the cynosure of all around but the vital connection with the bike. I swear, its a rare yezdi owner who will leave the bike behind and continue.

“I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.” *

After the long fight trying to start the bike, you get like Hemmingway’s Old Man and the Sea and you no longer want to leave behind what nearly killed you because even this has become part of you and your lifestory and regardless of the ugly bits of the experience, what ever it is- it is yours. It’s like a connection or a bond with something – anything, which takes you to the limits of yourself or depths and stays with you through it all. Can’t explain it too much, it all sounds ‘fishy.’ In case of Yezdis, I just call it the Union Mechanica. A mystical union between man and machine.

Peace and twin-pipe rule,
– arunesh
* Take me to the River (song lyrics) – Talking Heads (which i am fixiated by because adrian bellew plays this excrutiating solo in the studio version which reminds me of the sound made by a running seizure the yezdi happens)

This article first printed at http://yezdidiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/kickstart-lungs-is-name-of-condition.html

Thursday, February 04th, 2010 | Author:

 Spring Morning Bird
The pearly rays of the sun played on my eye lids and woke me up to a fine morning. It took only few steps towards the window pane to see and feel the difference. The air smelled earthy and the dry and drooping plants were now boasting of their new found youth. It was coming of the age; but yes in the reverse order.

Adjoining the plants were their new neighbors, slick, curly, twirling bougainvillea and spring weeds. They almost looked up to the tall trees, wishing to grow as tall someday. They gyrated with the smooth wind, letting their leafs dance to its tune;  like Cinderella with her prince charming.

The beetles with their polka dresses had come out too. The preying mantis had stopped praying as God had answered their adjuration. There was plenty around to have and see.

I could see from a far the Bee-Queen summoning her army of lecherous male bees, who were willing to die to have their chance. She was making the plans for their new hive. I could almost hear her say, ‘Sparta! Today we dine in our hive’. The eave dropping dropped only when I heard their spy swarming over me, keeping a watch on my gleaning eyes. I smiled anxiously and got the point. There was no need to fight with my stingy ‘la surveillante’. And while, the wind took the bee away, my eyes were booked by the over all verdure. It was green and beautiful all around.

Hammad
Spring Morning Tree

The sunshine doesn’t bother you on spring mornings. It pampers you. As flowers begin to blossom, so does your mood. As you walk on the lively grass, the surroundings become kaleidoscopic. Undoubtedly, mornings of this season breathe vibrancy.

Ankit

Can you hear the little sapling nudging its tiny head out of the ground to get the first glimpse of the season changing? The enchantment of spring inundates my senses with new life, with the new hope of new beginnings. The freshly minted sunshine thaws out the edges of despair and I am once again ensnared in the gossamer web of life.

Romila

 Spring Morning Dew Welcome Spring to my window sill,
To brighten my greens with colorful preens,
Don’t you know you are awaited?
For my greens long to smile, bloom and dance in the wind!
Early morning, I open my windows to beautiful vistas of open green meadows: fresh, dewy, gentle and soothing. Interspersed by colorful beds of tulips and roses, red, white, pink, yellow…, it is truly a sight to cherish! I venture out into this captivating beauty to touch the blooms, feel the breeze, watch the fluttering butterflies, listen to the humming birds, and treasure and capture this moment forever in my mind’s eye!

Raji

I step out of my house and take a deep breath. It is a fine spring morning, with flowers abloom, the sun bright and the fresh smell of jasmine. Rays of sunlight shimmer through the dew drops that slide down the blades of the lush green grass.

Priya

 Spring Morning Flowers
The colour is green and the English say it’s Autumn..
They say the king of seasons; I say it’s close to my heart.
They say harvest, I say, transition, change and freshness.
The birds are flitting and the flowers show off
The morning dew over the fresh new leaves has to give me a new found high.
Is it freezing there? No baby, it’s the Spring outside.

Palash

Spring Morning: Arise and Awaken Your Emotions
The advent of spring brings with it profuse colors and arouses a myriad of emotion.
Spring mornings, joyful and pleasant, are filled with hustle-bustle and commotion.
From the able-bodied young to the young-at-heart elderly, everyone wants to immerse themselves in the splendor of spring.
Be it meditating in the balcony or strolling in the park, spring is no wonder called the season of blooming.

Vidya

Spring Morning
A warm, yellow radiance gushes into the room and embraces every object within its reach as soon as the curtains are drawn. Twittering vibrance fills the ears and multi-colored blossoms greet the eyes. The earth has cast away its morose wintry blanket and welcomed the season of revival and happiness with open arms. The sense of luxury and plenitude in the air fills every heart….

Debolena

 Spring Morning Green

Spring Morning Greenery

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 | Author:

Keep me rolling

Rolling on down them hills

Just keep me rolling

I’ve had my share of thrills

I don’t care who you are

Just go ahead or stay away

We don’t race strangers

I don’t care what you say

So go ahead and stare

Me and my bike, we’re outta time,

Moving memories in her engine.

Takes more than your motoring maturity

To understand that previous line

Meanwhile here’s a smile

Obviously you recognize the bike

Maybe your daddy had one

I simply earned mine

It didn’t stop me

Becoming a collector

Of a specific time

Average age increasing

Especially those of my kind

Well kid, I stick my chest out

In pride but all I can see

Is you sticking out your behind

Take it away; take it away

That’s all I can say.

Let’s meet in another five years

And count your parts that rot away

New things are hardly built to last

Unless you know the questions to ask

Another Yezdi will always come my way

But I’d keep just one and buy a Jawa any day

Look! I gotta admit it

I’ve got decades of my life

Now behind this handlebar

My pillion even became my wife

Still everyone wants me to buy a car

Here we go again, staring ahead

Through dust, traffic and rain

I will always defend what I love

Life is Gods maintenance bill

For the heart’s an engine we cannot kill

If you love your bike, it’ll last

Don’t forget; headlights and brakes don’t last

Not my will but Yezdi’s be done

Now excuse me, I gotta run.

— Arunesh

first printed on www.yezdidiaries2.blogspot.com
first printed on www.yezdidiaries2.blogspot.com
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Thursday, November 19th, 2009 | Author:

Angel Angel
Purer than Gangajal

Fastest Smartest
Efficiency’s Litmus Test

Likes Bach Loves Dogs
Edits articles, Writes Blogs

Full of Life, Working day half
Laughs a Lot, Makes you laugh

Lasts Long Ding Dong
Fights with Maid, Die hard Bong

May God give your farm another neighbor
You don’t need blessings, You Love and Labor

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Friday, September 18th, 2009 | Author:

I wake

I roll

I clean my pipes

I clean your panels

We roll out

as per plan

I leave you

(maybe out in the rain)

You rust and chew my butt

I leave you again

You decide you dont like my plans

I pick her up

You chew me up again

I give up

Either of you will call me again

Maybe I need another plan.

I roll

I plan and pet your panels at the same time

I polish your panels

open communication channels

I paint your pipes –

weekend attention thing types

etcetera,…

We roll again;

She dosen’t.

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Monday, August 17th, 2009 | Author:

Thousand of miles, sailing and sailing
The hedges and ditches, veiling un-veiling
The achievement of mine, when sweep the sky
I never knew will make me shudder and cry

I saw a corpse when startled at me
Lumping along-along with me
I was hiding my face from its sneer
It was asking about my entire souvenir

I was reluctant for what all happen
Is it possible? I was in sixes and seven
While Whirling along with this new fangled world
I never new by this global warming I will be swelled

Now each drop of water turned gulper
But they are only my thirst helper
Scrambling and staggering when I shattered
I found myself every where in water

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Thursday, July 16th, 2009 | Author:

Dear Friends,

We are presenting this year’s first newsletter. The content team has grown, we have successfully executed a number of big, small projects. We are also planning to penetrate Indian markets. We are under a continuous process of defining growth; much credit goes to the leadership and of course our super energetic team. We conceive, nurture and eventually explore creativity. VEranDA was a result of that seed. Personally has been a wonderful experience to be a part of this team. The feedbacks we have received from clients attest how we have helped people building their businesses in with the help of new media. We have had our share of setbacks but never have we compromised on quality or commitment to our clients. As a result, we are among the top 15 service providers of the business platform we use. The newsletter is just an effort to improve our internal communication process and stay abreast of the developments in the team and the organization.

Palash -Vedainformatics Team

Piyush:
“Let me share some recent thoughts that have been going around in my head. Good Work is a great route to success in life, but for the ones who want big time success in life the only route is excellence. Excellence is primarily about the quality of what we create…and quality is a little about aptitude and a lot about attitude! Let us think about it and move in the direction of big time success in the times to come.”

Priya:
“We call it Veda
What is it though?
A place to dream
And strive to achieve more

Enthusiasm and ideas
Pats on the back
Swaying, drifting, then running
To find the right track

Lunchtime and tea cups
And conversations that last
Long after we’ve stopped talking
Of subjects too vast

Team meetings and agendas
And targets to meet
Contests and winnings
None accepting defeat

Humming, then singing
A song with no tune
Harsh to the ears?
No, we’re now immune.

Discussions and debates
Daily fights over a chair
Birthdays and ragging
Coding and software

An article badly written
Redo threats exchanged
Glances and feedback
But never estranged

The team lives in my heart
And I’m never alone
I come in every morning
Saying, “I’m home.”

Romila:
“I have put down a couple of thoughts. Working from home keeps me away from the goings on in the office. It’s been a year since the last edition of this newsletter was published. In this time, Veda Informatics has grown in leaps and bounds, not only adding new people and projects but also in new dimensions. Take the VEranDA for instance. This site allows Veda-ites a platform for creativity and free expression, and has become an instance success. Not only this, there now are meetings that not only facilitate planning regarding project delivery, but also is a place where people exchange knowledge. I believe that in the past year, Veda has grown in terms of the number of people, diversity of projects, skill base, knowledge and team spirit. For the next one year, I can only imagine that in terms of progress, even the sky isn’t the limit for Veda Informatics.”

Swapna:
“Top Five Things I learnt at Veda

Originality is God, Create it.

God is in the Details, Follow it.

Team Meetings Can Be Fun, Enjoy it.

Talent is the Best Resource, Tap it.

Food is the Best Fevicol @ Work, Share it.”

Ankit:
“Joining Veda has been a reincarnation. Content is just a small part of what I’ve learned here. People here have helped me discover myself. The freedom this place offers is amazing. I just hope that we, as an organization, keep touching lives.”

Vidya

Hello everyone!

Its been almost 5 months for me in Veda. And i can honestly say that i loved every minute of it (well ALMOST every minute). 🙂
I remember, i was a scared little soul on the first day i joined Veda, considering this is my first ACTUAL job. However, i feel that the time that i have spent here has molded me into a stronger person. I am also glad for having joined Veda because i got a chance to meet a lot of interesting characters (you know who you are).

Hoping to spend a lot more interesting and productive months with this crazy bunch.

P.S. The newsletter is very encouraging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Swapna

Hey Vidya,
Good to read your mail.
I totally love my interactions with every one at Veda and I think you are so lucky to have started your first job here. Being here has grown you and each one of us in meaningful ways, similar to the transformation that a caterpillar experiences in its next avatar as a beautiful butterfly, ready to dazzle, explore and find new purpose in the world even as it flits seeking nectarine knowledge and thirsting for more. That’s the vision, power and confidence that Veda endows each of us with.

This newsletter is a great endeavor to bring us closer to one another, respect what we are doing in different roles and stay together as one family. So, lets all vow to support and grow this endeavor on a regular basis. God bless.

Shalini

Veda has grown immensely from being a five member team to a full fledged
company. Veda is a dream come true…… With its amazing talent and a bunch
of people crazy for success and more success, Veda is zooming ahead to
become the leading company (Competitors BEWARE!!). In terms of planning and
achievements, we have crossed numerous hurdles, learnt amazing lessons and
come a long way from serving one client to countless ones (and making them
feel happy to associate with us!)
All I can say now is, Hail Veda!!

Monday, June 01st, 2009 | Author:

Okay, so this is an effort at writing a limerick (in case you cant recognize it as one after reading it). It has been inspired by Microsoft’s “bing.com” (how it is any better than Google is beyond me).

Bing is going over my head

And Google has been my butter ‘n bread

The only way to make me unhitch

And get me to make this taxing switch

Is if they’d call it “Bong” instead.

All I’d like to say in my defense is that I have very little time… given a little more, I would be a poet genius (no no not gene-ass).