Bravery!

Bravery, how do we define it, how do we measure or quantify it?
Bravery lies in accepting fears and moving ahead, and unwillingness to give up. It lies in walking in uncharted territories, believing in once convictions.
Meet Kiran Bedi the most celebrated and decorated COP, who was instrumental in the way inmates were treated in prison.
She is an epitome of bravery, and a source of true inspiration, unlike her predecessors she never gave, never gave up on the lowest soul, the human aspirations of inmates were recognized and results were extremely awarding, the rate of repeat customers (for lack of a better word) dropped drastically.
We as humans always tend to choose path of minimum resistance, and seek convenience, she could have easily opted for the same; but deep down she had strong belief to bring about a change.
This drive forced her to take radical steps and try and modify the existing system, she was the first one to start yoga, meditation and self awareness program for inmates in the famous Tihar Jail, known for its notorious criminals. This mission transformed many lives, not just those of inmates but there relatives.
This shows that freedom, and humane behavior can help create a radical change rather than brute force and dominance.
People tend to take an act of bravery and heroism as that which involves winning in a physical combat or outwitting the opponent by shear absence of fear.
Let’s accept the fact we all face fear and we all fight it, and bravery can’t be just that ,it involves taking actions that are firm , actions against the odds, against disbelief of others , it also means believing in once convictions.
Act of Bravery to garner popularity can’t be termed as one, as it is not just about doing the dare.
I belong to the Island city of Mumbai, and I was unfortunate to be in Mumbai, during the 7/11 Terror attack, after the blast at Jogeshwari, I saw a young girl of 15-16 years of age who tried to help an unconscious elderly lady, the girl was drenched in blood, she should have been scared and shocked by the scene, but she tried to console at least 10-15 ladies who were victims of the attack. What helped her in such act, she also never knew when asked by the media personnel.
Courage lies deep within all of us , courage drives us to perform an act of bravery, which helps transform a life or many lives.

D E S T I N Y . . . . .

Destiny oh! Destiny what wicked games you play,
You make me feel like czar one day,
The next day I am a beggar.

You propel me up high in the sky,
The next moment I fall flat on the ground!
I never feel I am safe and sound.
Destiny oh! Destiny what wicked games you play,

Sometimes I wish to defy you.
But really can I deny you?
You show me light you show me life,
Give me courage, bring back hope,
Still why adversities have their scope,

Dose happiness lie in accepting you or expecting you?

Once a wise man said, ” your decisions decide your destiny!”
Is it true?
But what I sow is never what I reap!

I guess its me who has to change your course!,
Tell me is their any alternative resource?

It’s easy it’s easy to blame you
Is easy to curse you,
Buts its easier to work hard and reframe you!
I would fight and fight till everything is right.

I believe you exits,
But depending n you to shape me,
Is like trying to find coast in a thick mist,

Destiny oh! Destiny
You keep playing your games,
And I will play mine!
Let’s see who wins,
Destiny or one who is destined to win!

R I N G

i see your face,
i open them it disappears,
Can you understand my helpless case.

I tried so hard,
i could not speak,
i really feel,
i am getting weak.

I am holding on to the weakest string,
if i don’t pluck them now,
i could never sing,
And if i do so now , i m sure there's no wedding ring !

I miss those talks,
Those long-long walks,
i guess everything is gone,
there's no point in dragging on.

I am on the dier's trait,
Angels are sitting on heaven's gate,
i can see it coming,
i got no regret,
But only last wish, if i could pluck that string,
And only if i could sing
But now i guess its bit too late,
There’s no point to contemplate.

I couldn’t sing,
I couldn’t sing
That’s why i had to forget,
The wedding ring.

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this is a song about a guy , who liked a girl very much but never had
the courage to ask her out and plucking of the string in the second
stanza refers to asking her out. and 'holding on to the weakest string'
gives the idea of his old age and he couldn’t ask her out till it was too
late. and later on he came to know that even she loved him

P R I N C E S S

She's my princess,
she's my star,
the brightest supernova,
that's true and not bizarre.

she soaks all the pain,
without any selfish gain,
and that's why she is
not just a 'plain-Jane'.

she always tells the truth and never lies,
she works hard,
never gives up tries and tries.

she is my darling sister,
hey you don’t mess with her, Mr!
she is calm like a silent sea,
but when she gets angry she is a ferocious twister.

she rules the land, air and sea.
and that's why she is always busy!
she is never on time!
that's alright,we are use to it, its fine.
she thinks being late makes her divine.

she is always nice to all,
rich, poor, big or small.

her heart is ever-expanding universe,
yes, she will bless you and will never curse.

she brings a smile, on a sad face,
that's her beauty and that's her grace.
find a person like her,
i bet you could hardly trace.

if u think she's a baby,
for sure you must be crazy
is she incarnation of any goddess?
no, she is just my little princess!

Cinderella for her dad,
Princess for me,
softie for some,
this girl is awesome.

she's a supernova,
she's a star
see you soon mere yaar!

This Poem was Written by me dedicated to Vidhi Jhobalia my Rakhi sis!
The lil girl in the pic is not Vidhi ;)

Conquest!!!!

I’ve risen from the ashes,
Just like phoenix,
I’ve rammed through many firewalls.

I’ve won loosing battles,
I’ve tasted water of all oceans,

When I arrive, all mighty emperors throw their throne away,
And run for their lives.
I got hundred’s and thousands of wives

My men are ruthless and relentless
For them taste of blood is sweeter than honey,
And its fragrance is better than millions of crushed roses

You cannot deny me,
You cannot defy me,
I am invincible,
I am Ferro!
I am God!

This is my last battle,
This is my final frontier,
Then I will be immortal,
No one can deny me,
No one can defy me,

I lad from the front,
I strike the enemy with full might,
This city is not goanna last long,
Soon my men will march with the victory song.

I see strong resistance,
There are even mothers and children for assistance!
My sword keeps on slashing fast,
This battle is going to last.

Night falls days pass by,
Still my men crawl and stand by,
The smell of blood is hanging deep in the air,
Now I know how did we fare.

Rosy sight everywhere,
Screams and shouts in the air,
I had a blood bath,
And achieved victory’s path,

I’ve conquered dead,
And not the death,
I cannot see a single fool upon whom I could rule!

My soldiers yell “We win! We Win!”,
I’ve committed a gigantic sin!
My sword has quenched her thirst,
But what about millions who will curse.
I don’t want the riches,
I don’t want the rags,
By conquering dead, I’ve conquered life,
You cannot win on a force of knife!

This is where my journey begins,
My aim is conquest of life,
Now I am a tourist, who has just begun,
And miles to go, and lots to catch,
Before he could snatch!

Companion

Sleeping on the sand,
Gazing at the sea,
I guess how my companion would be?

Would she be beautiful?
Would she be charming?
Or am I too demanding?My desperate thoughts are really alarming!

I would love to weep on her shoulder,
That’s how, we would get older,
Just like wine,
Sweet and fine!

Would she be compassionate or just passionate?
Would she be cruel,?
Oh! That would act like a fuel!
I guess my mind is wandering too much!
But how much is too much?
Will she offer me some words of wisdom?
Or will she be Totally engrossed in ruling her own little Kingdom.

Would she quarrel and fight?
Or just turn of the lights,
And kiss me good night,
Please God show, me her one glimpse,
One sight!
You think, I’ve lost my mind?
If you think so you are really generous and kind
I think ,I will just shut-up till I find!

WHAT IS LOVE?

Love is like life,
A risky affair,
You got to do the dare!

If you win you are hare,
But If you lose its just not fare!

You feel you’ve it in your grasp,
So naturally you tend to relax,
But in a second destiny changes!
You think you wont get their in ages.

You try really hard, bad luck; you are short of a good card!
You cannot study you cannot work,
World thinks you are a one big jerk!
You try to move ahead, and kick on,
You can’t help singing the same old song,

Same old memories; same old thoughts,
I remember, we use to fight a lot,
I wont those fights,
But what I’ve are just lonely nights,
I miss you I miss you!, can these fantasies come true?

I don’t know how you feel,
I’ve totally lost the zeal,
Can we again crack the deal?
It just needs your permission, your approval, and your seal!

You are millions of miles away,
Still feel we will meet someday,
The phone will ring,
And my destiny will sing!

One fine day I see you on the doorway,
I don’t know what to say.
As come closer,
Emotions get stronger.

But then I see the wedding ring!
Shinning bright in the daylight,
Suddenly everything goes blank,
I cannot see,
Have I lost my sight?
That’s not fare, that’s not right!

I know I made a big mistake,
Blaming it on destiny,I’ve lost my stake!

Sucess & Faliure

Everybody asks me, “how did you manage?”,
Quite simple,
It was all about controlling the damage!
It was a tipsy turby ride,
God was always by my side,

Now that the things are calm and fine,
I believe, the battle is mine!
Lets celebrate, enjoy the dine and splash some wine

As we all are gay!
I’ve nothing much to say,
Just few words if you may,
“ Nothing succeeds like success,
And nothing plummets like failure”

I would like to correct this say,
Defeats are breeding grounds of success,
As they say
It is easy to remember success,
Difficult to recollect the later,
If you don’t forget and try to learn from them,
I am sure you will be a victor!

‘cause, success and failures are like days and nights,
You must fight till you get it right!

Quotes

Lance is Epitome of inspiration..

and i could not find a better fitting person.
> start believing in yourself and you can stretch the realms of possibility to infinity”

> “In a phase of adversity, its easy to be disheartened or devastated, but better be disappointed, because disappointment breeds champions”

> “ If you don’t risk anything you are running the biggest risk of your life”

> “ Vengeance is sweeter than honey!, but unfortunately not fruitful”

> “ If your will is superior, destiny crumbles”

> “Theirs a pleasure in being mad , Theirs a pleasure in being mad which few big mad men know”

> “You are not given dreams just because you don’t have the power to fulfill them”

> “No man is great,
the challenges that lie ahead of him are great, which in turn make him great”-inspired from movie VIRRUDH

> “At times you might be too close to the trees,
to see the woods and at times you might be so far away from woods that you cant see the trees”

> “ Average is equally near from the top as from the bottom
the choice is yours”

Tax Girl!!

This is a poem written by me on a great friend of mine named Purvi Pandya, but for me she will always be Choco-Chips!(their is a story behind this name)


She Sweetest thing you could find on this Planet
An angel in a human body...
Smile that could light up the entire Universe...
She will always bless you, will never curse!
Please find someone like.. I bet theirs no body in your sight!

Has a cute little nosy...
Always happy and rosy!...
Has tremendous warmth..
Makes you feel comfy and cozy!...

Difficult to keep her quite...
If you try to stop her she will create a big Riot!
Is like a Gene in a bottle!
A jack in the box.
She is a total Chatterbox...

If you think she is kid..
As I thought you just did.
You made a big Mistake Mr..
Yes indeed! She is smart and fine...
As precious as an Old French Wine….

She is fighter.
A winner..
Stay back you sinner!
If you mess up, she will have you for Dinner!

I call her the “Tax girl”…
If you mess up with your tax!…. Just relax…
Can come to her
And she will save your Ass..
Probably will help you to generate some cash….

No I’ mean jokes apart…
She is a real sweet heart!

Provoked!!!

This is a poem written by me on Kiranjeet Ahuwallia after watching the movie provoked.

I feel a strange kind of freedom,

Inside this prison,

I am physically bounded by the walls,

But feel liberated.

Here I have no fear,

No pain,

Only heighten feel of senses,

Yes I have senses,

I am no more a dead body,

I am reborn.

For ten years I died every day, every second,

My death was slower than a slow poison,

The pain from bruises was bearable,

But the pain from lack of happiness,

Lack of satisfaction killed me every day,

My death was the main contributor to my rebirth,

You have no senses when you’re dead,

So one fine day, after being killed that night,

I did something which I could have never done when I was alive,

I can’t remember memory is hazy,

Just one moment and you see him in screams,

Screeching and screaming in his shrill voice,

Crying for help unlike me, gasping for breath unlike me,

I sat there and watch him burn,

Like I did for ten years,

I loved him,

But now I loved to see him die,

After everything was over I felt numb.

Yes I am Kiranjeet,

I could hardly stand on feet,

But now I have found,

There is no honor in suffering

No point in tolerating abuse,

My story is just a minute part of the bigger picture,

This fact cannot be refused,

Violence does not only leave physical wounds,

Blood draws blood,

It provokes individuals to take actions which should not be taken,

Vengeance is sweet but unfortunately not fruitful,

We preach and teach our young ones,

Let’s make them better humans,

After all we people are the society.

The Afgan Girl

Look into my eyes,

There’s something mystical,

No I am not a being cynical,

Look deep into them,

You will see a story,

Story about a land,

Standing tall in the ruins,

It’s barren,

It’s treacherous,

It’s rocky,

Life is hard,

Beware there is no safeguard,

Yes I am the Afghan girl,

The sheen of youth in my eyes,

Is replaced by dry deep, hollow sorrow,

It’s Rule of Taliban,

And death of common Afghan,

Even cattle get a better treatment than me,

Does this fact rattle you?

Even my Father can’t see my face,

No you will not understand my helpless case!

Taliban falls,

My destiny calls,

I have a ray of hope for my young ones,

There will be freedom,

But really can we be free,

Looks like it could never be,

I dream, I dream for life of respect and dignity!

Hope this will be a reality .

Enchantress

I saw this mesmerizing damsel on the Beach of Goa,
She was an ultimate seductress,
Had hazel blown eyes,
I was hypnotized on her site,
Every word is true, non lies,
She emerged from the deep blue ocean,
My friends say it was a hallucination,
She walked gracefully towards me,
Body wrapped in silky muslin sand,
She had a beautiful tan,
My friends were waiting for me In the Van,
She looked at me and gave a rise smile,
This woman had a graceful gile,
I looked deep into her eyes,
They were deeper than Blue Nile,
My friends yelled, we are getting late,
I turned back to light a cigarette,
And she disappeared……
I ran all over the beach,
In her pursuit, in her search,
My friends also joined in,
They felt it was alcohol that was talking,
I tried to convince them, I saw her, I saw her,


It was not a dream,
My eyes were wide open,
Till this date her image is,
As clear as a Scribbling by a kid on a black slate.
I am sure, you won’t believe me mate!
But I had a tryst with my fate,
And yes we met…….
You would be glad to know,
The same enchantress feeds browno,
And put’s kids to bed,
The little mermaid…..
Is my beloved wife!...
That’s life…..
Stranger than a fairy tale.