Saturday, March 22, 2008

Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep

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  1. Looks like you are recovering..;)

    Cheers!!

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  2. Anonymous12:18 PM

    Hmmm...this left me speechless....partly because thoda samajh nahi aaya (linguistically challenged...u see)....and partly because it was very good....and the narrow minded person that I am, here's a suggestion...chod naukri waukri...kya strategy wagarah karegi...kitaabein likh...we could plan a business around selling them...and i am very serious when i say that....

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  3. Anonymous2:18 PM

    what more I can ask for...what more I would want...

    tc

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  4. But i dont want the splash of your colours...i agree it was Holi this weekend..but then, i think i can take the color of the sky and the crimson of the sun from my own fingers...nice post...though not your best...lil funny..he he :D

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  5. Anonymous1:13 AM

    Hey Sweetie...

    Is the loviest piece of writing I've read in a long time. It was like the gentle river moving with grace....It reminded me of the feelings I had within while reading the words of "Oriah Mountain Dreamer" for the first time in my life. Thank you.

    Oneday...you will write for a larger audience...a book perhaps...I am certain about it.

    Raju, The Gentleman

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  7. Anonymous10:22 PM

    u have a verdant imagination, Namrata. I've been reading your blogs for quite sometime. I think I am addicted to them. Try and post more often.-kadambari

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  8. Anonymous12:46 AM

    @ All anonymous commenters

    There's an old saying in Hindi which goes like this "Gaand Mein Damn Nahin Hum Kisise Kum Nahin".
    Buggers you don't have the guts to identify yourself aur nikla saala ladki pe line marne..
    But one thing is there, I'm more entertained by your comments then the contents of her blog. Especially the idiot who offers to plunge into the book business. ;-))

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  9. I'll let my thoughts drenched in holi colors to paint your silhouette ..
    I'll let your colors to spill and jump to splash on my thoughts ..

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  11. Anonymous1:58 PM

    madiraalay jaane ko ghar se, chaltaa hae peene waalaa
    kis path se jaaoon asamanjas, mein hae woh bholaabhaalaa
    alag alag path batalaate sab, par maen yeh batalaataa
    hun raah pakad tu eka chalaachal, paa jaa aega madhushaalaa



    sun kalkal chhalchhal, madhughat se girti, praanon mein haalaa
    sun runjhun runjhun jal vitaran, karti madhusati baalaa
    bas aa ponhche door nahin kutchh, chaar kadam ab chalna
    hae behak rahe sun peene waale, mehak rahi le madhushaalaa

    lal sura si dhaar lapatetee, keh na ise dena jwalaa
    Yeh nil madira hae mat isko, keh dena ur ka chhaalaa
    dard nashaa hae is madira ka, vigat smrutiyan saaqi hein
    peeda mein aanand jise ho, aaey meri MADHUSHAALAA


    dharm granth sab jalaa chuki hein, jiske bheetar ki jwalaa
    mandir, masjid, girje sab kuchh, toade chuka jo matwaalaa
    pandit, momin, padariyon ke, phandon ko jo kaat chuka
    kar sakti hae aaj usi ka, swaagat meri MADHUSHAALAA



    Laalaa in adharon se jisne, haay nahein choomi haalaa
    harshit kampit kar se jisne, haay na chhuwaa madhu ka pyaalaa
    haath pakad lajjit saaqi ka, paas nahein jisne kheenchaa
    vyarth sukhaa daali jeevan ki, usne madhumaya MADHUSHAALAA.




    bane pujaari premi saaqi, gangaajal pawan haalaa
    rahe pherata avirat gati se, madhu ke pyaalon ki maalaa
    aur liye jaa, aur piye jaa, isi mantra ka jaap kare
    maen Shiv ki pratimaa ban baethun, mandir ho yeh MADHUSHAALAA.


    aek baras mein aek baar hi jalti holi ki jwaalaa
    aek bar hi lagti baazi, jagti deepon ki maalaa
    duniya waalo kintu kisi din, aa madiraalaya mein dekho
    din ko holi raat diwali, roze manati MADHUSHAALAA.




    adharon par ho koee bhi ras, jiwha par lagti haalaa
    han jag ho koee haathon mein, lagta rakkha hae pyaalaa
    har surat saaqi ki surat, mein parivartit ho jaati
    aankhon ke aage ho kuchh bhi, aankhon mein hae MADHUSHAALAA.



    sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi, mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
    chhalak rahi hae, jisme, maNik roop madhur maadak haalaa
    maen hi saaqi banta maen hi, peene waala banta hun
    jahan kahin mil baethe ham tum, vahin gaee ho MADHUSHAALAA


    do din hee madhu mujhe pilaa kar, oob uthi saaqi baalaa
    bhar kar ab khiska daetee hae, woh merae aage pyaalaa
    naaz-o-adaa andaazon se ab, haae pilaanaa door huwaa
    ab to kar detee hae kewal, farz-adaaee MADHUSHAALAA




    chhote se jeevan mein kitnaa, pyaar karoon, pee loon haalaa
    aane ke hi saath jagat mein, kahlaayaa jaane waalaa
    swaagat ke hi saath bidaa ki, hoatee dekhee tayyaari
    band lagee hone khulate hi, maeri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.


    shaant saki ho kab tak saaqi, pee kar kis ur ki jwaalaa
    aur aur ki raTan lagaataa, jaataa har peene waalaa
    kitni ichchhaaen, har jaane waalaa chhod yahan jaataa
    kitne armaanon ki ban kar, qabra khadee hae MADHUSHAALAA.


    Yam aaegaa saaqi ban kar, saath liye kaali haalaa
    pee na hoash mein phir aaegaa, sura visudh yah matwaalaa
    yah antim behoashi, antim saaqi, antim pyaala hae
    pathik pyaar se peena isko, phir na milaegi MADHUSHAALAA.



    girti jaati hae din prati-din, praNayani praNon ki haalaa
    bhagna huwa jaata din prati-din, shubhage mera tan pyaala
    rooTh raha hae mujhse roopasi, din din yauwan ka saaqi
    sookh rahi hae din din sundari, meri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.





    maere adharon par ho antim, vastu na tulsidal pyaalaa
    maeri jiwha par ho antim, vastu na gangaajal haalaa
    maere shav ke peechhe chalne waalo, yaad ise rakhnaa
    Ram naam hae satya na kehnaa, kehnaa sachchee MADHUSHAALAA




    maere shav par vah roae ho, jiske aansoo mein haalaa
    aah bhare voh ho jo surbhit, madiraa pee kar matwaalaa
    daen mujhko ve kandha jinke, pag-mag-dag-mag hoate hoan
    aur jaloon us Thaor jahan par, kabhi rahi ho MADHUSHAALAA

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  14. Anonymous8:08 AM

    @ Namrata
    Ha Ha...I knew that at least one idiot will be hit where it hurts most & that's what happened :-)

    @ Vivek
    Beta, mujhe lagta hai mere jis body part ke baareih mein tum refer kar rahe ho woh tumhare paas nahi hai ;-)

    @ All
    I promise to keep entertaining all of you only if my pal Vivek continues to cooperate in future, which I'm sure he will ;-)))

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  15. Anonymous4:28 PM

    Your lightweight eloquence apart, there is hardly anything serious about MANAGEMENT in all your posts (I read _all_ your posts in 20 minutes flat). I mean, one first needs nerves of steel to plonk down 15+ lacs on an ISB MBA (possibly the most expensive degree in India), and now you think you're probably not MBA material?! Speechless.

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  16. ISB - hyd.. A dream for many Managment professionals. You are there with different outlook. It seems like roaring sky in romantic wether. If someone like you have power to express yourself so well that your thoughts get eaisly gel with heart-beats of many creative, innovative and self dipolamatic BOYS. However.. the plot of entire blogs is Same..I mean the WORD "I". Each sentence starts and ends with the same. YOU force your readers to imagine each feelings and emotions from your outlook. Many of us skip reading such articles. I agree with Chetan Bhagat as he said " I write for others, to entertain them, I try write interactive and not impressive."
    Request you try something called HE,SHE, It, THEY OR WE oR YOU and offcourse your favourate I.
    Take it in positive spirit.
    All the best.. expecting to see some more blogs.....

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  17. nice blog..u can easily become a writer.

    ..didnt understand any of the last post,though.Too "reddish" for me..i guess.

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  18. Thanks everyone for all the kind comments..I hope you keep visiting
    A small request though, I dont want to make my comment space, a reflection of my orkut scrapbook when just about anyone could post whatever they liked...
    So please do refrain from personal comments about others who comment on this blog..
    Of course comments for my writing are always welcome :)

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  19. Broken flow... :(2:43 AM

    Do you mind putting the article back?

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