Girl in the City

Simple, commonly used, yet I love it. The title of my post. This is what I am, right now. A girl in a city. New city. The city that never sleeps and houses dreams and aspirations of a million. Mumbai. That is where my new abode is. And you bet – I am loving it. Lots of people said lots of things – you will not like it, it is a tough city, it rains like Cherapunji, you’ll have to travel in abundance, you’ll be on road practically all day, cost of living will be exorbitant, smaller houses like pigeon holes, water everywhere, no time for anything. Well. I’ll like the negativities to stop right there. The positive is that I am loving it. I’d like to believe it that way.

Monsoons – I enjoy the rains as much as the trees here do. They go so lush and full of life and color when it pours. The wind is like you are accelerating at 60 miles per hour. I am on the 16^th floor, and what a view my eyes behold. I wish I could send you a snap of what my eyes look at right now! But for now – picture this – A good for two, full of greens balcony on the 16^th floor of a 32 floored building; the inside view of a society that offers nothing but a beautiful shades of green landscape occasionally broken by a dash of orange and red; far far in the stretch of the eye – hills – that fade away when it rains; a lake spread out and weaving into paddy fields; the hustle bustle of the roads shaded and graciously concealed by the mingle of south Indian trees; the swift crisscross but not so noisy sight of the locals that take lacks of people to their destination each day two way; wind that makes you feel as fresh as dew; a cup of chai and kanda pakore…and…the best part my friend – the rain. Total bliss.

If I weren’t be working for a consulting company and would not be happy with my job, I would have rather sat here for a long long time – only if it promised to rain.

What I am also in a new love with – lately, is my newly set home. While most of the spread is the same as my last setup, I have gone ahead and added some new colors, flowery designs, hues and contrasts. It is breathe taking – as humble as I want to be, I love what I have created. My Mum will share the credit for this with me – I give people their due and more – always. People close to me know that, even if they don’t say it. I like it that way – knowing something and not saying – sometimes.

It feels great to be in this new phase of life – in this new city. Time now for my morning walk and the usual business. However, I promise to continue this – to write to my hearts craving content, to make every thought that touches my existence word, to listen to that tiny voice in my soul that I often belittle and shoo away, to feel the wind in my hair and to do what I have long suppressed.

Until then, I want you to try something new today – live that one second of your life that thought that’ll make you happy for the rest of the day.

Signing off,

Simar
9:44 AM, 17^th July, 2014
Mumbai

Jugni

Je gal sun jaa', taa' main Jugni

Je sang tur' jaa', taa' main Jugni

Paa le kapde peega' de

Maa nu na labne put hun singha de'

Sun ke boli chaar

Leh' gayi saare vichaar, ve' Jugni

Kidhe ful gulaab

Challo chaliye assan' Punjab

Make di roti, te churi da pyaar

Dadi diyaan aseesaan' ch ghul gayi, ve' Jugni

Beete jag, par nayi badli, main Jugni

Meeth bol'na, te haasa ohi, ve Jugni

Dilla' ch vasdi, te naale mardi, mai Jugni

Tenu labhi' ta' teri, nai taa' main apni Jugni...

-Simar

4:55 PM

16th March, 2012

My first piece in Punjabi, in my entire writing life! What a revelation!

:D

Pic (c) Simar@Cochin2011

Deloitte Calling...

In Anticipation
This is a post going to be written in two parts. So like most movies, this one will have a sequel to it. These two posts, in sequential order are going to be the before ‘n after recaps of two phases of my life. I usually don’t like to be trapped in stereotypes but the idea of phases is giving me enough interest to pen down this post. The first one, which is this, pertains to the listing of emotions, incidences, people and notions I deal with now before I join my first ever employer-Deloitte U.S. The one that’ll follow this would be the episode of how life is at work.
That’s a lot of build-up before the main body, and therefore I begin.

Life as I know it has always been a mixture of mixtures. When there has been pain, it always knew a remedy. When there was joy, it always knew whom to share it wid. When there was nothing, it created something. Life has shown its shades and it has not changed. It’s kept me a peaceful, happy, spirited soul in almost all realities of living. Wiser I have become with every note. The learner that I’ am I’ve learnt certain things and have keyed them in my system.

My folks have always been the guide any astray requires. Not that I’ve been astray. Just they have been a guide. My friends, the real ones have always found a way to me even when I pretended to look the other way. I in turn have kept them closely in my thoughts and prayers, not mentioning my inability to articulate my love to them. My teachers, at school and post-graduation have been encouraging souls. There were some in school which did the opposite, and I so thank them now for being such devils. I learnt my tough lessons in life because at some point I thought I was completely useless. They made me experience the difference, the lift from being the nominal, to the good to the adorable. I mention my teachers because whether we acknowledge or not teachers have a part to play and in the same breath I skip the reference of my graduation teachers because they were just designations.

It’s Lailla this summer, who’s hit the city I’ll be in, in a weeks time. Like all mad storms its playing havoc at the coasts, while the interior of cities enjoying the relief from the globally warmed up super destructive rays. My journey from my birthplace and hometown-Chandigarh, to my post graduation place-Pune, to the place of my first job-Hyderabad has been a treasure. A gold pot of people, memories, learning and experiences which make the insides of me. Now as I look forward to a relatively new experience at work I wish all good forces be with me and I make my way shine through.

I’d like to mention at this juncture my wish to stay independent and get the feel of managing a household and a job all in a days time, every single day, jostling with all the work, eats, keeping fit, keeping in touch with important people in life, some space for my musings and a huge time crunch. This however looks meekly possible as my parents are posting in at Hyderabad too. And I’m happy. The more the merrier. The wish could wait for some time.

Also, now as receive calls from my employer, discussing joining details, that feeling of getting in the corporate world entices me. I so wanted this and it’s finally happening. I believe in “The Secret” and I know my life will take me in a direction and on a further journey filled with happiness and health, joy and wealth! ;) Accompanied with love at all times. Something as important as oxygen to me.

This more or less completes what I had to say before I start the next phase. Till then I wish all my readers(if any, but I’ am an optimist) a life they cherish and enjoy like they would their favorite meals. Be all the good be with you.
Amen.

Simar
10:54 am
22 May, 2010
This one after a long, long time.

APPRECIATIVE INQUIRY

This atricle of mine is published on CONQUEST-the Online Edition, 2009 of Indian Institute of Management-Shillong (IIM-S). This is the link- http://www.iims-conquest.in/

It's also features in NexUs-The SIMS HR Newsletter.

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I take you through a journey into a new concept I learnt recently in my Corporate Psychology class. It was one of those classes where you not just hear, but listen. I absorbed every bit I could, as my professor took us in the realms of stories, fables and tales, only to drive home a point. The point which I present in this paper-the concept of Appreciative Inquiry (AI).

AI is a way of life. It is a thought process which should come natural to all human beings. But for Satan. Developed in the 1980’s by David Cooperrider and Suresh Srivastva, its extent is not limited to the organization it is adapted in. In fact, its essence lies in the energy that gives life to a system. It may be the optimism of innocence a child is blessed of, the aggressiveness and lose temperament of a sales guy or the rigid timings of an office.

AI finds its roots in the concepts of Organization Development (OD), an area, most mature organizations have focused on and the relatively new ones are embracing it with keenness. When an OD consultant is called for help, he mechanically looks for problems. And if you go looking for something you are bound to find it. So you have problems glaring right into your face and appear bigger than they were before you have arrived. Thus the problem is to go hunting for problem itself. The better choice is to ask the right question, as to –“what works well here?” This is the first assumption AI settles itself on. What works right for an organization, for an individual, is the entry point of the intervention. How wonderful is it to seek the best first, than focusing on the miser negativities? The role of the OD consultant then becomes that of a facilitator who looks for clues to what made excellence possible and the conditioning to replicate it. So he seeks solutions that already exist, magnify what works, and works well for the organization and focus on life and not decay.

AI has the propensity to engage the entire organization, deriving its focus from the OD interventions which work in a similar fashion engaging everybody from the lowest link to the top notch hook. The inquiry discovers data that is then used to envision the future based on the analysis of the rich positive past. What we focus on becomes our reality. And this second assumption precisely sets the stage-this time on fire. The fire which will lead the individuals to perform with a sense of urgency-because now what they see is success and not barriers. This shares ground with the positivity which was the basis and is the guide channelizing and carving out new routes to possibilities of success.

In doing so, the lessons learnt on conflict management, values, assumptions and beliefs, the nerve to value other’s belief should be held close to oneself, because in the process of leading change it is imperative to value differences. Innovating what will be-the delivery part of the plan comes next. No doubt creativity is born in chaos but AI aims at a systematic quest of a discovery of strengths and assets of an organization. It works like a highlighter pen-making the strengths more visible than anything else-right opposite to the Dilbert method of highlighting the counterproductive workplace elements.

The magical thing about AI is its scope. It begins with an individual, encompasses the organization and stretches its abode to accommodate the society at large, serving with the same basic four ‘D’ cycle of-Discover, Dream, Design and Delivery, as I mentioned above. Also its application can be seen in variant fields of healthcare, education, community services, corporate and government organizations. It’s this beauty of AI that caught not only my attention but interest too. If I were to be a part of an organization which encourages its stakeholders to be enthusiastic change agents, the basics of AI would help me derive a model suitable to the situation. After all life is what you make of it. Let’s make it positive.

-Simar

HR Batch 2008-2010
Symbiosis Institute Of Management Studies
PUNE

CRYING!

The world seems doesn’t to care,
But I hear you somewhere-crying in thin air.
Lost you seem to eternity
Strangeness engulfs the very realms wherein you scream.
Notice if you must;
That you are not alone.
Take a look around
Millions sore throats you’ll stare-
The green’s gone
The green as it used to be;
The blue is no more blue,
But white and muddy and oh mucky some more;
The sky’s not anymore painted
It’s the black that shadows it whole.
I know why you cry
The colors are not your only concern,
It’s the source behind the hues that’s taking your soul.
Man is but an instrument of change
For change it must, in waste or in gain.
This is how it’s meant to be
Or this is how’s it’s made at least.
Don’t ask me why, my friend
I’ am only there till my time ends.
But till am in here, sharing every inch of your space
I promise I’ll be there for you,
For I owe the life I breath to you.
Don’t you worry,
Don’t be in despair;
For after every rise
There’s a dip, in there.
Sure it must harm some
But others it must repair.
You are the essence of us being here
Please survive for no one cares
Inhuman we are, but you be what you ought to be
Help this stupid, insane friend of yours
And I’m sure everything’s gonna be good again!

-Dedicated to our Mother Earth , the Space that surrounds it and beyond.

-Simar

LOST AND FOUND!

Something within, urges me to write today. Something that I can’t interpret for once because it is a churn of feelings, leaving me satisfied with every passing moment. It’s becoming difficult for me to bring out that contentment in my words, all the more the reason for a contradiction between my feeling and my urge to display the same in my writings somehow.

I have an exam tomorrow. Had one this morning too. And shall continue to sit for these damn sessions my whole life it seems! There is however no trace of urgency to study for the damn thingi for tomorrow. It is but a subject sitting there, eating up a date on a calendar by listing in the schedule and wasting the valuable hours of my life having to mug up things that were simple enough to form only one chapter of another subject.

So, instead of resting my eminent hours on this pseudo subject I wish to revive my work-my Blog. This is something I’ am made for, and which is made for me in turn-Writing. As I have always been. Started sometime in my ninth or 10th standard, I discovered(to my self-for the ease of critics! ) this concept called a B L O G. I still remember vividly, describing my discovery to some of my close friends then, describing in all wisdom my great utilization of the time I sat in front of the new technology called-The Internet. So BLOGGING was a concept I chanced upon, and that was the time the word was not known to be what it is today. This decade has seen, unlike the one that preceded it, a new version of blogging-extending widely in its reach and scope. The new variant of font, size, colour, templates and grandeur that exits now was not the thing of the past. There sure were some efforts at creating a user friendly space for the viewer, but that was it. Scripting was tough for non- engineers. Pictures took ages to upload and hence making the entire process very time consuming. Here, I must confess, that amidst these difficulties I started blogging for I knew that this was the future of free sharing of experiences and opinions, to a larger audience.

While I pursued my interest I was also active on a lot of forums, and I’am a proud owner of two publications (my poems) in a forums (The name of which skips me!!) first Online E-Book called-‘Celebrating Creativity’. My poems featured along with some great works of people from all across the globe-mostly Indians, settled across cultures, ethnicities and geographies. What a feeling it was when I first saw the online version of the e-Book and impulsively called up my best friend to share my happiness, there after running to my Dadi and hugging her, followed by dragging her by the arm to the study to have a look at my achievement. What a marvel! OHk…In case you are wondering at my humbleness, I was extremely happy then, and every time I think of it-I leave a happier person!

That followed long long long hours of sitting glued up to the net, searching online poetry competitions, online magazines and the like, until to my huge disappointment finding none which were free of costs. All required some sort of PayPal facility, something I was not eligible for then. This, entwined with the heavy load of my Engineering subjects led me to fade away from one of the most cherished words of my then literary side-blog. Gradually as my grades sore high and I gained interest in my IT subjects, I was left with no time to sit and write something substantial for the world to read. I did not, however leave writing completely. For it was and is the very essence of ME being ME! Then followed a series of events with my PC crashing twice in a row, exams which never seemed to end, emotions a laggard adolescent is supposed to live with, FRIENDZ and the commencement of my MBA preparation all spread through period of about a year and two left me tired and exhausted and interested in a lot of other new things that my conscious mind forgot all about me blogging, including my user ID and password!! For as they say that all good things come to an end- for me the end was not to come so soon. There were and are good things remaining-says my heart and soul. So, as I joined SIMS, and saw the world blogging to glory, a sense of shame engulfed me as to why-why on this Earth did I ever cede to blog??!! Also it reiterated my self-belief which was constructed when I was still in school that BLOG’s are the future of knowledge sharing. This feeling of my envisioning a thing which would happen and had happened in the future did somehow reduce the propensity of shame and instead moved me to revive my LOST AND FOUND BLOG. My deep felt gratitude to GOOGLE, which has come up with such a beautiful integration of all structures and processes via technology driven innovation, that I found a way to my old blog again. Also, at this ‘thank you’ moment I wish to thank all those people who egged on for me to revive my blog. They all know who they are and I thank them from the core of my writing heart!

Right then, this post, marks the new life of my-Keep Life Simple!

Leaving a glad ME :)
Simar

A day to cherish!

-Simar(ID_51)


Millions said the apple fell but Newton was the one to ask why. This is precisely what today’s session provoked and led us as a team to go on a quest to search the answers to our own questions .The day began with the inspiring words of Mr. Manohar Kamath and Mr. Aditya, and a mention of resource management paved way for our target of the day(17th June,2008):to get a job for the day with a minimium earnings of Rs. 150.The entire day was all about resource management from the time we stepped out of SIMS gate. We grouped ourselves into a group of three batchmates and set out asking for lifts. Managed one the quickest and crossed some good yards,caught up another one and were left in the middle of nowhere.I being from Chandigarh,was boggled to see the chaotic traffic and the rush.Thankfully, the feeling set in surprisingly quickly than i thought was capable of me! So, here we were left in the rush hour,trying to find a single manned vehicle. One of our buddy left on a two-wheeler in order to reach the CAMP area before time and begin the task.
Finally after asking tons of people on the road-sides,we were approached by a concerned on-looker for help.The sweet little soul lent us the rent for the auto to the CAMP area.Ariving at the designated place, we quickly co-ordinated with our buddy who’d left early,and looked up the options available.We went in some fifteen shops,banks,social,educational and financial institutions and firms before finally convincing the branch manager Mr. Arvind Singh form Woodlands,19MG Road.We were fortunate enough to find the head who had the authority to allow us the permission to be on job for the day.My two buddies and I were convincing enough and the manager kind enough,and so we managed to get a job for the day well before the deadline.
After the quick background checks and talks on the kind of work to be done,we along with Mr. Arvind decided to do a physical MARKET SURVEY of the retail stores and big brands in the shoe and garment industry as Woodland falls under the same league of retailing. We briefed ourselves about the scope and type of points we needed to cover under our survey.The points that we targeted were are as follows: At Nike-MG ROAD)
1. USP
2. Fast Moving Goods
3. Average Sales per month


4. Peak Selling Seasons Reebok
5. Discount Seasons
6. Manufacturers and Distributors
7. Competitors
8. Promotional Activities
The Outlets Surveyed:
1. Adidas
2. Metro
3. Nike
4. Reebok
5. Regal
6. Bata
7. Liberty
8. Khadims
9. United Colors of Benetton (At Reebok-MG ROAD)


10. Adidas(Khakde Mall)
11. Pepe Jeans(Khakde Mall)
The volume and stature of the data we gathered was new,informative and formative for us as young student managers. The technologies and terminologies i learnt today were not only new to me but also exciting as they dealt with the most basic amenities of life-shoes and clothing. It was an experience of it’s kind because i came in talking terms with big figures concerning each retail outlet and understand this market. Below is the report we created for Woodlands.


At Nike.
From Left-Santosh,Mr.Manager Nike,Nitin,Simar









My learning’s:
I understood that it is a buyer’s market here in Pune and with certain outlets like Metro and Regal are a ‘One Stop All’ for Shoes.Between the waiting sessions i noticed customers walking merrily into the stores. Some walked off with their choiced shoes,some promised to come back, some gave grave grins at the stock displayed,and there were others for happy window shopping.Kids who would just stand and give cute little smiles typical of them,urchins of all sex and age, youngsters in all bright colours under the sun,in all flappy and fancy outfits who would go home to their mothers and complain of the shortage of garments with them.There were people in eating joints, in less priced in-markets, attendants at stores just whiling away their time to glory baring some scanty toiling to work hard and get higher in the management hirerachy. It is here, that i’m reminded of a person in the Reebok outlet who actually showed us their Guide Book which included all nuances of the Retail Sector. He was a pool of knowledge ,(as Sir Kamath mentioned in the morning) a know all in his ‘Comfort Zone’ and making all efforts under his capabilities to excel and do even better.It was a pleasure meeting him. Here, I’ll also make a special Mention to the owner of Regal India. He is an uncle in his mid 50’s, a business graduate himself,who ‘loves’ to sit at his store and watch and connect to his customer’s thought from the moment he enters his abode. He makes a special mention of the word ‘love’ for his job in almost every alternate sentence he speaks and it’s nice to hear such an experience of ‘love’ for your work in todays donkeys serviced industries. Wherein people so busy in their routines and rotes and in their utter confusion of the Do’s and the Dont’s forget or simply misplace the idea of ‘love’ for the work they opted for at one point in time of their lives.Their work.Their Lives. It was here, that I felt really refreshing, despite my heels paining with a walk of over 8 kms already. A pleasure and a lovely experience sharing span which i enjoyed.Then all sorts of questions that I had primarily chalked down for our questionnaire were the next intertsting and formative event for me. In a land of taboos and a no-no culture on the talk of Money and the related matters,I found big companies initially hesitant and then reaveling on their average monthly sales figures.Big numbers. I presume these were approximation though, but none-the –less were spelled out with a streak of genuine paint from the mouths of people of the stature of Store managers.
A mention again, to Mr. Arvind here for his considerate co-operation and sheer professionalism to have given us the opportunity of such a task. It enabled me to learn an array of new terms and to experience a first job task, with a earning of Rs. 150; my first at a task like this. Now is it that I understood the meaning of-‘Hard Earned Money’.
I liked to also appreciate the efforts of my two team-mates- Mr. Nitin Nair and Mr. Santosh Loknath. It was wonderful for a first –time interaction.
Also like to extend my gratitude to Mr. Kamath for this unusual and formative task.
I’d also like to appreciate and pat myself on my back for keeping that strange energy with myself all throughout and for the constant determination and hopefulness of the report being up to the standards.
It was, in totality a learning and enriching experience.

Simar
Simarjit Kaur
Class I-D
Roll No.-51
SIMS

listen...

When the winds of silence
blow blatantly
And you can here a leaf weap
Listen to me.

The world shall put me in square
telling you things of greek
Look at me so i know
you know my state soo weak.

Perplexed when I shall ever sound
finding depths in shallow seas
Look with me so i know
it's time to anchor my pleas.

You form the white of my dreams
and i sail in improbable realms
With eyes void of numb,incomplete
the inners of me plead,bleed.
Hold me in sense 'n sensibility.

When i reach the pinnacles of losing it all
falling into the umbra unknown
Pull me back and i promise to speak
only if you listen to me!


simar
a shift.

15th November,2006

Just another one.....

if some day we part our ways
cry we shall not
bt leave d ground with all d happy thoughts
of the times spent togetherof all the stupid laughs
of dat moments that we wished could last for eternity
of all the times we fought 'n made it all up to the dot
of future plans that knew no records
of fake decisions of making it all right of ourselves if ever the other is lost
of times when ur cheeks felt numb 'n my eyes witnessed drought
of showing it's allright when d world seemed up-side down
of knowing with just a wink dat i've seen it all
of doing things for the other, for just a smile,just a thought
of stupid complaints from either sides
of taking turns to getting hurt 'n shed a smile
of plain thoughts of u 'n i
of those trips to the other's soil
of those register talks that'd make u the time
of strangers coming in between only to tighten the tie
of problems 'n solutions 'n leading just nowhere
of saying sorry for the others botch
of all the three lettered words 'n all our synonyms for it
of the two of us just being there
away 'n yet so much in thoughts
right in the place of heavens accord
u 'n i 'n the world is lost
in ur feel my life shall last
happily, sincerely, honestly....Oh GOD!

simar.
trying my hand on a future unseen.
u stupid future=unseen! ullu!!!!

31,October,2006
8:47pm

leave me alone.

leave ME alone
i don't understand YOUR world
nor do i want U to meddle in MINE
let me be d way i'M
don't dictate UR terms
i shall NOT abide.
I'm vale,stupid,servile
idiotic, insane,quite,disguised
want to breath d air dat's mine
U stay away.U R not mine.
love me/hate me
i'll be d same.fly with broken wings
sing with an injured melachony
sleep with a deep nutured desire
wake up to the good old gold's shine
Don't talk to me-i didn't force u to.
Don't impose urself on me-i'm not that good.
Don't take me for a fool-i've learnt Life d hard way.
Don't take my silence for ignorance-i do my homework well.
Don't listen to my soul-i'm a self made man.
Don't think i'm nothing without u-ur smthing coz i gave u d liberty.
Don't peek into my being-God u aint.
Don't check on my existence-I do not exist.
Don't test my love-it's not a commodity,waranteed it's not.
Don't love me for d sake of it-i've met HURt.
Don't wish me in anyway-i'm sure.
Don't tell me who u are-tell ur self dat.
Don't sulk for reading all this-it was not meant for U.


simar.
testing....who u may ask? THINK!

23rd,September,2006
10:38 pm

Thank U GOD! I love u for creating ME!

light!

light
i love u
but this was required
i hated to c u like dis
but i had to turn a stone
with all my heart
with whatever is left
i truely appologize
those eyes dat wept like red skies
wish i cld be d wind of those tides
that hold,that touch,that hidden smile
i love u for saving me frm the mightiest sun's sight
i love u for being a human soo kind
i love u for loving me soo much'n giving me a position soo divine
worth or not am totally blind
but wid u along,
sight seems to join
d way we said similar words twice
d way u percussed me,wherever u did
d way nothing happnd today
and everything happnd between u 'n me
i hate to say dis...but i have been a vile mate today
cursing your tenderness to obit
put me in execution today my friend
kill my thoughts,punish my words
plague my soul,lethe dat moment
those geek hours of this noonday
hang me till the last breath is game.

simar.
still in love.

18 September,2006
8:44pm



Allright ppl this is just a thought.
NO COMMENTS PULEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ

thank u.

CARMEL!!!!

okzzz....
dats...
kokil(frm d left)
ganeev
me(simar right!)
surabhi
shallu
dakshinya
jaspreet
aanchal

The School Cabinet!

D last days of my school life!

GOD I love CARMEL!

I'm Nobody.Who are YOU?

by Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody!

Who are you?

Are you—Nobody—Too?

Then there's a pair of us!

Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!

How public—like a Frog—

To tell one's name—

the livelong June—

To an admiring Bog!

When ur happppeeee 'n u know it-
CLAP UR HANDS!!
When UR haaaaaapeeeeeeeee 'n u know it-
CLAP UR HANDS!!
when UR happppeeee 'n u know it
'n u realllyyyyyy wanna show it
When UR haapppppeeee 'n u KNOW it.....





ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................




SIMAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just another day.....BUT what a day! :)

Feeling sleepy bt shall not sleep soo soon! have to battle out sleep!i sound like a warior to myself now! yeah dat makes a part of d sleep vanish fearing d WILL!!!allright i did say dat i know WILL 'n DETERMINATION.BUT i need to know them even more inorder to crack d 'billi'!!!!GOD!decisionss!!! HE knows i hate them to death bt still puts me into those black holes dat make me blue.....but i know only to c d green grass :)it's just d passage dat's disturbing,bt every time i walk out of it i realize it wasn't dat difficult after all 'n i did actually enjoy every moment of it.....'n i then have a brave legacy to narrate......mostly to d ppl who care to listen! 'n needless to mention those ppl in black 'n white coz they r d ppl who colour my life!am glad 'n am thankful to HIM for every breath i take 'n hope 'n pray 'n demand HIM to be with ME all through!ahhh as if this part was required to be mentioned! yaaaaa there r times when i say smthings dat i shouldn't ......'n this is precisely one of those times.........GAUD! am messing up the above written thought 'n before i make hell out of it am out of my heaven of mind 'n into the walls of sleep.........

Simar :)
September 1st,2006
9:30pm(i mean is dis d hour to feel sleepy!!!.........whatever!!!)

The Dummy....Good i found it tOdAy....

The Dummy

In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.

He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.

And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.

With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.

Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.


-NOT simar :)











-by Michael Mack ( look am HONEST! ;) )

nobody ever loves anybody
it's just a thing of mars
a fad, a blind vail;
a mark on d heart
are talks of stars.
i know i'll believe in it smtime though
dat belief dat'll not long last;
but let me live in it
for who doesn't love the soul behind the mask?
i ventured into hope today
that maybe smday,smtime,smplace
he'll say it wid all his heart
wid all dat he has,including me
'n then another moment i shall wait
wait indeed for dat map be lost where i had walked my feet!
to see reality as it should be
mangoes are sweet when they weep
onercoloured they lose thier charm
thrown away against all it's crown.
i wonder why i write this thisday
in hope,in desire,in need
d need of dat one touch who'll let me know am asleep!
who'll let me know am asleep...who'll let me know am asleep.

Simar :)
27 August,200611:56pm

if dis dosen't make sense to u....YOU are normal! in case it does....GOD be with YOU!

Jai HIND!

60 yrs hence OR 60 yrs dense!

The voice remains discouraged,unheard...we are where we started from....not an inch moved!

I talk of the very notion of freedom.What we see is a mucky, an overcast shadow of the past....
We r still not free!

Humanity is it self in question today.Who are we?-humans first.....not precisely though....
we r more of a religion,cast 'n creed divided jungle...
yes 'jungle' is what i call my nation!
'n even that, i believe is an understatement!

We live in a privilige of thickset asinine people who refuse to budge before the truth...
'n the truth is that we are living in a nation of blind believes,dumb proletariats and deaf head honcho's...

I voice my soul.
The essentia of my note is not directed to a particular cause,a prominent creed or a certain sect
of people....but in general to the people who have the right to know where their country is leading.

The custodians of our rights are themselves clueless of the dimensions in which these liberities
can be chanalized...all they know is to fill thier umbra bellies to thier hearts content! 'n i wonder
if they are apt in this task of thier's either.....the green notes have made mankind sightless in regard to
everything except their own narrow self...what is presented to the general masses is a mere facade..
What lies beneth is real hard truth......dat we living in a free India r yet not free..........

Girls are still considered abjectly servile,old parents are credited as pieces of immovable rig,
the labour class is treated as a cold-blooded cluster,the so-called middle-class is mediated an
hackneyed assemblage,the aristrocrats- is a different clan alltogether,consumed in thier ornamental
and sumptuous esoteric interests 'n the youth-the schemed dummy bantam wave of every
single controversy which needs a chain-reaction! that is precisely, what 'n how i see my nation as,
in this contemporary age.....after over 60 yrs of independence.....after a lineage of donkey's years of
struggle in every which way in every purview.

And now there is nothing as 'the need of the hour'.....the hour that needed that impetous has long lost
its age.....the urgency now is to server change as change should be.....the demand is of a switch...
a revolution.....to shape the soul--the inner being!

We need to realize that we are all son's of the same God...'n no lesser God's exist.
We need to reach the hollow....to listen to the voice of truth....to realize that there's no religion above
humanism 'n to learn to respect it.

The devoirs before us are immensely huge...but we need to stick together in our journey to the next
pedestrian....our quest for a better india that allready exists....the hunger is to look for it!


Simar :)
4:55 pm
29 July, 2006

Feels like an eon.......

It really does....indeed.....banged into the world of blogs way back the previous year......made one for myself......'n then acquainted myself with a plenary boulevard of writings......that i left myself with no time 'n interest to bring myself alive to this page of mine.........but now as i see the blogs of my friends 'n acquaintances, those long lost thrills of posting a new text 'n anticipating waits of a comment from somebody...anybody for dat matter.....brings me back to my home!wishing to revive 'n recove quite soon....i make a new quest.....i take a walk.....
Bless Me GOD!
Amen!


sIMar :)

I owe it all to you--

If I see a new dawn
If I turn a new leaf
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I swim across the deepest sea
If I rift the thickest of woods
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I rise and touch the stars
If I know where heaven's was
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can bring a smile on a stranger's face
If I can lend a helping hand
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can mend a broken cart
If I can tell evil's apart
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can shape my destiny
If I can face the master's key
It's because,once you were with me
Once you were with me
Thank You! for being with me
In all shades and span
Thank You! for showing me
Of what capable I'am.

PALMSTREETS

If I'am left to ponder on-
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.

Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...

First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.

There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.

On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.

Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.

Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.

Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.

Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.

Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!

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