Monday, September 2, 2013

What got you here…..

Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehle, khuda bandhe se yeh pooche “batah teri raza kya hein” ~ Allama Iqbal 

Yeah, music and songs of certain types gets me thinking more often than certain dry speeches and write-ups. 

An actor called Shah Rukh Khan once stood on the streets of Mumbai with virtually nothing to boast off of and claimed “ I will own this city “. Fast forward 2 decades, he achieved it in a sense by becoming a household name through his movies and extremely charismatic mannerisms and maneuvers. Will write more on the man himself some other time. But what’s it that makes certain people click? Call it his good fortune, talent or whatever, it worked for him. But then there are millions who aspire for stars but end up looking at tar. Everyone is entitled to dream, and only a very tiny fraction of people live to bring it to fruition.

What gets some of these achievers going? Is it the hunger? Is it the raw passion? Confidence?
It may be all of the above. Man’s drive is defined by his ambition. Only those who follow through that path of perseverance gets to reach there… sure there are spoon-fed, inherited boys n girls get into that space and invariably pass out not able to bear the pressure of expectations and continuous performance of excellence that’s expected off of them.

With success comes expectations, with struggle to survive comes the raw passion.. Don’t let anyone fool you that by making fashionable statements one attains his place in this dog eat dog world. Studying success of someone makes us make all those very funny statements. But what separates achievers from wannabee’s is the ZEAL to get it done.

You will go through the potholes of bureaucracy, mismanagement, poor timing, wrong projects and more importantly true test of your own competency. It is easy to belt out inspiring thoughts and messages and assume you have arrived after couple of hints or hits of success.
In the world of ‘get rich in thirty days’, there are various salesmen standing infront of door either selling a Steven Covey or Steve Jobs. There are others who wants to sell you more on emotional level pushing a Robin Sharma or Deepak Chopra’s in helping you gain inner peace. They are not fake, mistake me not. They sure can help you develop awareness, hone certain skills and even might provide you tools to address your blind spots. Use them as beacons to guide your runway. Don’t assume they autopilot your flight. You are the pilot, you own the ride. 

Sitaron se age jahan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai
Abhi ishq ke Imtehan aur bhi hai aur bhi hai

It always comes down to you on what on you want to achieve in your life. No life is too generic and broad. Define what success look like for you from the level you are in. For starters, aim small and near term. Use them as milestones. With each milestone achieve something more than what you achieved previously. For all you know you just want to good work in what you do in your salaried /student life…that isn’t bad at all. 90% of people may fall under this category with my unsubstantiated statement. But who cares about the statistics if you want to succeed badly but 100 others before you fell apart???

No person in the world became famous just because he wanted the world to be a better place from the get go... That’s an evolution. Every person starts with an individual ambition or for better choice of word ‘Greed’ of doing right by her/himself. This world doesn’t recognize anything more than success. Sure success is the subjective term with what you are or where you are….but unless you have arrived in the world of who knows who or who trumps who… you are another wannabee..
So where does one begin???

You start with yourself. It starts with your own survival instincts of establishing yourself. You need passion to get going on this. Your success defines you. If you fail….???? very possible your courage gets you going… yes, it is this courage to standup again is what separates a wannabee’s to doer…
But what keeps a doer going on and on and on despite of failures? It is his inherent confidence. If you don’t buy what you are selling, sorry my friend you have lost the battle before you even started. Every fight, every struggles begins with self confidence and conviction that YOUR thought is the right one to catapult you to the next level. Let that assessment be based on true evaluation, a blind chest thumping passion of assumption that u have the next best product isn’t going to cut it. Build a vision that is achievable, measurable, and predictable. Those are the child steps everyone has to take. Every bird crawls until it dares to fly. Let those small steps add feather into your journey, build a strong wing and then you will know when you are really ready to take that leap of faith ……

Tu shaheen hai, Tu shaheen hai Parvaz hai kam tera kam tera
Tere samne Aasman aur bhi hai
Tu shaheen he Basera kar Paharon ki chatano per
Tu shaheen hai tu Shaheen hai tu shaheen hai

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013



aaina mujh se meri pehli si surat mangi…….mere apne mere hone ki nishaani maange..

Music is a song of emotions. What you hear is what you feel at that point in time. I was listening to this popular ghazal today as I was getting ready to shave… The reflection on the mirror was a blurry frame… hey I might no longer have a 20/20 vision but it aint this bad either…I asked the mirror what's wrong with it and it said “dear I am always the same but you are trying to see what I cannot show”. I guess what I was trying to see there was what I have become and that’s when things blurred. Every step I took left behind its footprints, over the years, journey I look left behind millions of memories.

The journey always started with a plain canvas but don’t recollect it ever being blank. It started off with a simple chocolate bar , a candy, a roller-coaster ride, that fun swimming session at Cauvery river while flooding, those lush green paddy fields, those simple lies , those cheat sheets during exams, those moments of keeping a novel inside the text book and those dreams of having every girl think about me as I was of them …. Kisi ki aankh achche.. kisi hont .. kisi ki gala aur kisi ki… raging harmones to ranging desires that every movie left behind.. And as the canvas got older, the images begin to get crowded.

Mein bhatakata hi raha dard ke viraane mein
Waqt likhta raha chere pe har pal ka hishab
Meri shorat meri diwangi ki nazar hui
Pi gayi may ki bolte meri geeto ki kitab
Aaj lauta hoon tu hasne ki ada bhool gaya
Yeh sahar bhoola muje mein bhi ishe bhool gaya
Mere apne meri hone ki nishani mange
Aaina mujse meri paheli surat mange

 State of mind and state of place dictated my passion and it changed frequently as situation demanded it. Success provided directions, failures provided detours… pat on the back resulted in looking for another easy win, and a cold stare resulted in going for it the hard way. A convoluting, concentric and contradicting journey that left a milestone of good and bad memories….

Mera fan phir muje bazaar mein le aaya hai
Yeh vo jagah ke jahan mero vafa bikate hain
Baap bikate hain aur lakhte jigar bikate hain
Kookh bikati hain dil bikate hain sar bikate hain
Is badalti hui duniya ka khuda koi nahin
Saste daamo pe yahan roz khuda bikate hain

I cursed bad luck for failures, my hard work for success, bent backward to please someone I didn’t believe in, stood up for few who didn’t believe in themselves. Have done the best and worst.. Have sacrificed most beautiful things in the world yet have compromised morals. I have let passion drive me crazy, greed drive my ambition, compassion to hurt me..

I kept travelling person to places; places to events, triumphs to disasters. A journey of never ending rolling motion of pictures. My feet seems tired now but yet as restless as it was when I started. As my twitter pal stated…Bechainiyon se kuch yun dosti huyi, ki sukun ka saath ab ganvara nahi humey..

Aim of life is living to its fullest they say. Few people leave their legacy behind but most others leave just materials behind.. That dadaji’s radio, a Mustang, few pennies for others to continue the journey…My memories are my legacy but am not leaving it behind not because I am selfish but because no one can make good use of it.

Har kharidaar ko bazaar mein bikataa paya
Hum kya paayenge kisi ne yahaan kya paayaa
Mere aheshas mere phool kahin aur chale
Bol pujaa meri bachi kahin aur chale aur chale

That aaina is a state of mind.. Reflection I see in it is a blurry frame. In that I see layers and layers vibgyor-rainbow of hope, despair and all other emotions. I stand before it refuses to shows what I want others to see but a true reflection what I have become… I don’t expect to clear it for others nor will I try to adjust others vision. In it, I have treasured all those good, bad, ugly memories. Some haunts me some inspires me others gets me thinking. That’s my legacy and am not leaving it behind, it comes with me.  They are mine and mine alone..