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3 Idiots
" कामयाब बनने के लिए नहीं काबिल बनने के लिए पढो, कामयाबी झक मार तुम्हारे पीछे आएगी! " - baba Ranchhod daas :)
वो ठंड भरी सुबह
3 Idiots Music Review

3 Idiots. One of the most awaited movies of the year. Its music is finally out. When a team like Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Rajkumar Hirani and Amir Khan is involved we can surely expect something different as far as music is concerned. Music of 3 Idiots is composed by none other than Shantanu Moitra famous for his light, straight-from-the-heart melodious tunes. Moitra has taken heavily from Ravindra Sangeet. Anyway, moving on with the review, Lyrics of 3 idiots have been penned by Swanand Kirkire famous for his ‘Mann Ye Bawra’ lyrics. Kirkire’s writing is as fresh as morning dew and for a movie like 3 idiots the words chosen by him are very apt, young audience can connect to the songs very well.
Honthon ko karke gol seeti baja ke bol
Aal izz well
Murgi ka jaane ande ka kya hoga
Arrey life milegi ya tawe pe fry hoga
Koi na jaane apna future kya hoga
Honth guma seeti baja seeti baja ke bol bhaiya
Aal izz well
Arrey bhaiya aal izz well
Arrey chachu aal izz well
Arrey bhaiya aal izz well
Album Overall Rating: 7.89823423 / 10 ;)
[Very Short Story] स्कूल की कहानी
पापा बोले, "बेटा इसे लाफ्टर थेरेपी कहते हैं, इट्स गुड फॉर हैल्थ."
बच्ची बोली तो फिर कल क्लास में जब मैं हंस रही थी तो टीचर ने मुझे क्यूँ मारा?
स्कूल पहुँचने में देर हो रही थी, पापा ने स्कूटर की रफ़्तार बढा दी.
क्या हूँ मैं?
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RM #1
"Only difference between truth and fiction is that fiction has to make sense."
"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
- Cyril Connolly
Life is such a bitch and such a beauty at the same time. At one moment you feel like the 'keeng' of the world, and the other moment you think you are the biggest loser humanity has ever seen. What's the sense then? of living? Are we adding something to this infinite process of existence. Already we -the earth- are nothing but a tiny speck compared to the vast, vast universe. WE are obviously not alone. We are obviously not the smartest. And not the dumbest too. Then WHY!! WHY WHY WHY?? Why are we here? What matters? What difference does it make? Even, when we say that do good to others. Make a difference is somebody's life and your life is worth.. but that too.. why? People have to die eventually. So how does it matter? Its a vicious cycle of birth and death. Some live happily. Some in misery. But all ends, in the end. Right??
I think sometimes.
A lil' excercise is not bad for this good for nothing brain at times.
Bliss.
(RM or Random Musings is a series of blog posts where I gibber my random thoughts. No restrictions. There might be mistakes, grammatical, logical, theoretical, factual, categorized or uncategorized. I don't care. and I don't give a damn!:)
The Eight Lies of Mother
We are so lucky and blessed to have mom in our lives.Today go to your mom and say, "Ma, I love you."
ek adhuri kahani
An Encounter With Happiness
It was when I could bear no more. I went to them and asked, 'are you hungry?'. They said nothing. Luckily I had 2 toffies in my pocket which I gave it to them. Just then I heard a voice from behind, 'Hey you! don't give them any money.' I turned back to explain and saw a faculty member. He was carrying 2 pastries, and offered them to the kids. They accepted that with much more delight. I was happy. That faculty member went away smiling. So did the kids.
आदमी भी अजीब है
मैं
मैं कम बोलता हूं, पर कुछ लोग कहते हैं कि जब मैं बोलता हूं तो बहुत बोलता हूं.
मुझे लगता है कि मैं ज्यादा सोचता हूं मगर उनसे पूछ कर देखिये जिन्हे मैंने बिन सोचे समझे जाने क्या क्या कहाहै!
मैं जैसा खुद को देखता हूं, शायद मैं वैसा नहीं हूं.......
कभी कभी थोड़ा सा चालाक और कभी बहुत भोला भी...
कभी थोड़ा क्रूर और कभी थोड़ा भावुक भी....
मैं एक बहुत आम इन्सान हूं जिसके कुछ सपने हैं...कुछ टूटे हैं और बहुत से पूरे भी हुए हैं...पर मैं भी एक आमआदमी की तरह् अपनी ज़िन्दगी से सन्तुष्ट नही हूं...
मुझे लगता है कि मैं नास्तिक भी हूं थोड़ा सा...थोड़ा सा विद्रोही...परम्परायें तोड़ना चाहता हूं ...और कभी कभी थोड़ा डरता भी हूं...
मुझे खुद से बातें करना पसंद है और दीवारों से भी...
बहुत से और लोगों की तरह मुझे भी लगता है कि मैं बहुत अकेला हूं...
मैं बहुत मजबूत हूं और बहुत कमजोर भी...
लोग कहते हैं लड़कों को नहीं रोना चाहिये...पर मैं रोता भी हूं...और मुझे इस पर गर्व है क्योंकि मैं कुछ ज्यादा महसूस करता हूं ............
(courtsey: Shashi Ranjan:)
My Experiments With Truth (Review)

The Fountainhead (review)

Gail Wynand, one of the richest man in NYC, talking to Dominique (his wife) about love
“Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because I’m not the Gail Wynand you’d heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love you’d want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated, because that’s the impossible, in the inconceivable for you in your relations with people. That would be the one gift, the great exception you’d want to offer the man you loved. But it wouldn’t be easy for you.”
Peter Keating is basically the opposite of the hero, Howard Roark. He speaks of him here.
“I often think that he’s the only one of us who’s achieved immortality. I don’t mean in the sense of fame and I don’t mean that he won’t die some day. But he’s living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment? But Howard–one can imagine him existing forever.”