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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

new placeholder for my blog


I am now moving my blog from blogger.com to http://blog.aseemshakuntal.co.in/

This does not mean that I would be deleting my stuff from here, but it means that I would now be updating stuff only at http://blog.aseemshakuntal.co.in/ 

At some point (i really dont know when), I would try to move all my posts to the new location and hence, accessing this page would re-direct you to my new blog. 

-thanks, aseem

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

kri80vt

Hi all,

kri80vt is a copyright. Anyone who copies it will land up in serious trouble!

Thanks and best regards,

Aseem Shakuntal

Monday, June 19, 2006

Happy Birthday!!

bole toh..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SMITA!!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

seven wonders of this world...

  • To See

  • To Hear

  • To Touch

  • To Taste

  • To Feel

  • To Laugh

  • To Love


-aseem

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

first things

Quite often, we don’t forget our first things or the first in our life.

Like, my first school teacher…
My first school
My first classroom
My first friend
My first school bus
My first bicycle
My first quarrel with my little sister
My first toy gun
My first night out with friends
My first cell phone
My first crush
My first love

And often, all these first things become the last thing in life… the first and the last thing.

We never forget our first things or even our first ones in life, but the point is that do they remember us?

Does my first school teacher remember me?
Do the teachers in my first school still recall me?
Does my first class room still makes some people feel my presence?
Does my first friend remember me?
Does the driver of my first school bus remember my face?
Does my cute little sister still remember the first quarrel that we had for a chocolate pack?
Do my friends with whom I had the first night out still recall the fun we had?
Does my first crush remember my name?
Will my first love remember me always, at least…?

Again, these are no point at all…

But the point is that we came crying in this world. Every one of us should do at least one such thing that when we depart, we leave the world crying for us.

-aseem shakuntal

Sunday, October 02, 2005

i was wondering!

  • If the speed of light is 186,000 miles per second, what is the speed of dark?

  • Why do scientists call it research when they are looking for something new?

  • If nothing ever sticks to Teflon, how do they get Teflon to stick to the pan?

  • If I break the laws of Physics do I go to jail?

  • Why is it that when you transport something by car it is called a shipment but when you transport something by ship it is called cargo?

  • Why is it when to planes almost hit each other it is called a near miss? Shouldn't it be called a near hit?

  • Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?

  • Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?

  • If you have an open mind is there a chance your brain might fall out?

  • Is there another word for synonym?

  • Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

  • Why does slow down and slow up mean the same thing?

  • Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injection?

  • What's another word for thesaurus?

  • Why is it called a TV "set" when you only get one?

  • Why in a country with freedom of speech are there phone bills?

  • Why do they report power outages on TV?

  • What is the purpose of that little ball on top of the flagpole?

  • Will you die if you get scared half to death twice?

  • Do married people live longer than single people do or does it just seem longer?

  • If the funeral procession is at night, do folks drive with their headlights off?

  • If you are in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens if you turn on your headlights?

  • Why do they call it quicksand when it sucks you down slowly?

  • Corn oil is made from corn, Olive oil is made from olives, so what does baby oil come from?

  • If fire fighters fight fires and crime fighters fight crime, what do freedom fighters fight?

  • Why do we pay tolls on the freeway?

  • Why do banks charge you a "non sufficient funds" fee on money they already know you don't have?

  • Does the reverse side also have a reverse side?

  • If it is tourist season, why can't we shoot them?

  • If someone invented instant water, what would they mix it with?

  • Why do they say new and improved? It can't be new if it was improved can it?

  • Why is it called a building when it's already built?

  • If a man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?

  • Why do phone companies give you a number to call if your phone doesn't work?

I just kept on wondering the whole day yesterday…

-Aseem

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

" i t "

I don’t know why is “it” happening
Or what is “it” happening
“It”, the four lettered love or life.
Whatever “it” is.

I don’t know why does the meaning of “it” keeps on changing.
Or what is “it” that has lead to this change?

Change…

Change…
Again I say, the basic rule of life.
Change…
Again I say, the underlying principle of “it”
Change…
Now I say, the one constant thing in world
Change…
And I say again… the unchanging part of the unknown

Change…
Whatever “it” is, whether or not my way, or even yours…
Whether or not exactly, or even pretending…

I am trying to like “it”
Love or Life
Whatever “it” is…

I am changing.

-aseem

Saturday, September 24, 2005

lohe ka swaad

“Shabd kis tarah kavita bante hain,
ise dekho… aksharon ke beech ghire hue
aadmi ko padho

kya tumne suna kee yeh
lohe kee awaj hai ya
mitti mein gire khoon kaa rang?

lohe ka swad lohar se mat pucho…
uss ghore se pucho jiske muh mein lagam hai”

A Poem by “Sudama Pandey Dhumil


“Look how are words moulded into a poem, read the man who is surrounded by letters. Did you hear something?

Is it the sound of iron or the blood split on the soil?

Don’t ask a blacksmith about the taste of iron, but ask the horse who has it in his mouth…”

-aseem

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

speed... of life

Have you ever moved with the speed of life?

It is faster than the fastest thing and slower than the slowest thing.

That’s life… isn’t it?

To live long, is it necessary to live slowly?

-Aseem

Saturday, September 10, 2005

hey people.. i'm goin for a long vacation. i dont know for sure when i will be back or what is it from which i am running.. away

Some one or some thing or the circumstances?
pata nahin.. and i dont want to know.

i went to INOX few days back.. what i have with me after the return... "ASHAYEIN"

"ashayein khulay dil kee, umeedein hansein dil kee, ab mushkil nahin kuch bhi"

i will try to make it soon.. my return.. but the uncertainity of the this one certain thing is unknown. perhaps i've lost faith.. yes there is obviously one thing that i trust more than myself, that i have faith in, but again, that is 44 million miles away... even the light..

no i haven't lost faith.. but "it" has changed, i have changed.. and i know i will be back. because i love writing.

What I don't know is "when will i be back"

keep waiting and keep missing.. me!

-Aseem

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

l o v e.. hate or love?

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…

You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it.

They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love."

Lines by Neil Gaiman

No, I don’t hate love, but I do agree…


-Aseem

(Found the above lines on a bookmark site and posted on almost all of my blogs… because it is not fair… it, the four lettered life or love… whatever it is.)

Monday, September 05, 2005

Can I Keep You?

Lives are for living and I live for you.
Dreams are for dreaming, and I dream about you, for you.
Hearts are for beating and mine beats for you.
Angels are for keeping…

Can I keep you?
 
--Not my lines... Neither of the person whose status message it was
-Aseem

Sunday, September 04, 2005

ten most important things in life

  • Love: - The special feeling that makes you feel all warm and wonderful.

  • Respect: - Treating others as well as you would like to be treated.

  • Appreciation: - To be grateful for all the good things life has to offer.

  • Happiness: - The full enjoyment of each moment, a smiling face!

  • Forgiveness: - The ability to let the things happen without anger

  • Sharing: - The joy of giving without the thought of receiving

  • Honesty: - The quality of telling truth, always

  • Integrity: - The purity of doing what’s right, No matter what…

  • Compassion: - The essence of feeling other’s pain, while easing their heart

  • Peace: - The reward for living

-not my lines…
Aseem

Saturday, September 03, 2005

ten years down a lane called "l i f e"

Ten years from now...
I would be ten years older.
Ten year wiser (I hope so).
Ten year closer to my dream.
Ten year nearer to fulfilling my aim in life.
Ten year ahead of what I am today.

What I was a day before, what I am today?

Change, the basic rule of life... Change... a vicious blood sucking daemon.

What I was a month before, what I am now.

“IT” has changed.

I am out of words these days. Out of words… the things that don’t kill us actually make us stronger.

The brightest future depends on a forgotten past. One can’t go on well in life until one lets go off the past failures and heartaches.

Ten years from now, perhaps I would be heading for a bright future…

-Aseem

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

a year..

What difference a year makes on our lives..

1 year…
365 days…
365 X 24 hours
365 X 24 X 60 minutes
365 X 24 X 60 X 60 seconds…

And innumerous moments…

What difference a year makes on our lives…

What I was a year before, what I am a year after.

-Aseem

Thursday, August 25, 2005

zero.. the power..

I have a particular affection for “Zero” because it was some of my country men who first gave it the status of a number. Although the symbol for void or nothingness is supposed to have been invented by the Babylonians, it was Hindu mathematicians first conceived of “Zero, 0” as a number.

Now of course, zero it the central part of mathematics, the key to our decimal system of counting. It signifies something very different from simply being nothing.

To remind yourself of the importance of the presence and position of zero, just think of the enormous difference between .001, .01, .1, 1, 10, and 100.

The other power of zero is its ability to destroy another number. Zero times anything is zero.

The world owes a lot to us Indians for having given them an awesome gift of zero.

Today, I remember a song from the movie “Purab aur Paschim” sung by “Mahendra Kapoor”

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jab zero diyaa mere bhaarat ne, duniyaan ko tab gintee aayee
taaron kee bhaashaa bhaarat ne, duniyaan ko pahale sikhalaayee
detaa naa dashamalav bhaarat to, yun chaand pe jaanaa mushkil thaa
dharaatee aaur chaand kee dooree kaa andaajaa lagaanaa mushkil thaa

[When my India gave zero, then the world learnt how to count
We also taught the world the language of the stars
Had we not given the decimal, it was tough to go to moon
And hence calculate the distance between earth and moon]

sabhyataa jahaa pahaale aayee, pahale janamee hain jahaape kalaa
apanaa bhaarat wo bhaarat hai, jis ke pichhe sansaar chalaa
sansaar chalaa aaur aage badhaa, yun aage badhaa, badhataa hee gayaa
bhagawaan kare ye aaur badhe, badhataa hee rahe aaur foole fale

[It is India where civilization rose first and so did art
The whole world walked behind India
It walked and kept on advancing, day by day
Let it keep advancing and rise to new heights]

hai pareet jahaa kee reet sadaa, main geet wahaa ke gaataa hun
bhaarat kaa rahane waalaa hoo, bhaarat kee baat sunaataa hun

[Where love is the culture, I am telling you about that place
I am a resident of India and am telling you about it]

kaale gore kaa bhed nahee, har dil se humaaraa naataa hai
kuchh aaur naa aataa ho hum ko, humay pyaar nibhaanaa aataa hai
jise maan chookee saaree duniyaa, main baat wahee doharataa hun
bhaarat kaa rahane waalaa hoo, bhaarat kee baat sunaataa hun

[Where there is no difference of “white and black”, we are joined to every heart
Even if we don’t know many things, we know how to love
The world has agreed upon this, I am just repeating
I am a resident of India and it’s about it that I am telling]

jeete ho kisee ne desh to kyaa, hum ne to dilon ko jeetaa hai
jahaa raam abhee tak hain nar me, naaree mein abhee tak seetaa hai
kitane paawan hain log jahaa, main nit nit sheesh zhukaataa hun
bhaarat kaa rahane waalaa hoo, bhaarat kee baat sunaataa hun

[They might have won countries, but we have won hearts
here there is “Rama” in every man and “Sita” in every woman
the place where the people are so pious, I pay my ode to it
I am a resident of India and am telling about it]

itanee mamataa nadiyon ko bhee, jahaa maataa kah ke bulaate hai
itanaa aadar insaan to kyaa, patthar bhee pooje jaate hai
us dharatee pe maine janam liyaa, ye soch ke main itaraataa hun
bhaarat kaa rahane waalaa hoo, bhaarat kee baat sunaataa hun

[The tenderness is such that the rivers are treated as mothers
The respect is such that even the rock is worshipped
I feel elated that I was born on such a land
I am a resident of India, and am telling you about it.. ]
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-Aseem