Lie

Easy to execute,

Difficult to hide,

Impossible to sleep with,

Grips your neck like a serpent wrapped as a Neck tie,


Its a Lie ... Its a Lie.... Its a Lie...

The Darker Side of Corporate

I am standing at the twilight of my career,

Wondering have I truly lived my life?

Dragging my feet to the corporate sweat shop,

As mundane as it could get,

Documenting every single act of foolishness,

Captivating it in an electronic mail,

And guarding the gates of corporate jail,

To secure one, from creatures created by the devil himself,

Ohh yes I belong to the same father,

Opportunist, calculative, manipulative, Secretive,

Deceitful, superficial, pretentious,

I feel like a stranger,

An analog signal caught in the digital word.

Covering up,

All the goof- ups,

Burning midnight oil,

In flickering flames and dusty smoky rings,

Waking up with a heavy head,

For another morning affair!

           

Free Bird

Sitting on the couch,

Sipping that cuppa tea,

I wonder how happy I would be?

I wonder can happiness be captivated?

Can happiness be tamed?

Oh ! I have failed a million times ,

Whom shall I blame?

The real fact is that,

We always peruse happiness,

It’s a state of mind…

A free bird,

One of its kind,

Always misunderstood for success,

And chasing it made my life a never ending rat race,

More miserable and a real mess,

Happiness is a state of mind,

It comes with inner peace,

If you are content you will get it with easy,

Being content is again misunderstood for lack of aspiration,

It’s the attachment to aspirations defeats us,

And the free-spirited bird flies away,

And we blame,

But did we understand the real game?

  

Sideeffects Of Recession

I was transferred by my employer to a remote location, it was recession,

 So there was no scope for alternate vocation,

 I bit the bullet and drove my old red Corvett,

 I was sure my new assignment would be straight jacket,

 It was like sucking air through tooth cavity,

 you suck despite of the pain,

 Ohh i hate this city.... Hate its never ending rain.....

 I sit on my cranky corner chair,

 the dripping droplets from the vibrating AC,

 wants me to pull my hair, my super pessimisim had killed all the novelty in the air,

 Suddenly there appears an angle sitting adjacent to my cranky chair,

 Deep brown hazel eyes, which would make any commited man to rattle lies,

 Incandacent soft tanned skin, just like golden sand wrapped in Muslin,

 Lips like cuppie cake dipped in melted chocolate,

Dazzling curls dangling down her shoulders,

 She was discussing financial and ratios with co-bankers,

It felt like water flowing through a rocky river bed,

That moment i decided i am gonna ask out this mermaid,

Our friendship grew.... Suddenly the shady office felt cozy and new,

 I mustered some courage, spent a sixty thousand Rs on a sparkling necklace,

We met at Christies for dinner date, i wonered why she invited our Country head,

Moments later she introduced him as her fiancee,

My only concern was the resale value of the necklace and the credit card bill,

As a banker concepts like valuations and return on investment are deep rooted within us,

She was my motivation to survive in that hostile location,

Now that alice is gone......i packed my bags...... Was about to wrapup ....

 Then i saw a sharpe looking brunette in glasses in our legal dept,

 I checked the necklace in my bag...

My romance with this city and shady office continues.....              

A Simple Pen

Dear poetry, 

You scared my pen yesterday,


 You were very intimidating,


The poor thing was frighten by use of complex language 


by his literate counterparts, 


In the morning he cursed me for my profession,


To which I replied son," Your friends can win millions of 


 accolades in closed doors,


 but you can win millions by your side by being yourself.


 Simplicity should not be considered as attribute of less privleged, 


 but sacred weapons of revolutionaries! "

Ajnabee

Aaj khud hee mein ittna mashruuf huae.....


Ke, aaina humse humari shakceeyat poochee....


Kitnii koshish ki par koi nuskaa... Kaam naa aaya....


Waqt ne rachaa aisa maaya jaal kee....


Apne jo phele..... Humein milne ko hote thee bekarrar.....


Woh hee Bann Gaye anjaane....


Is sheher ne sabb diya...


Shauhrat di....... izzat dee..... 


Lekin humhee ko hum se chinn liya.....

Have i made it Large..?

Khaaii humnein dar-dar ki thokare....


Sabb hasil kiya...... Lekin apnee hee bal butein, 


Fir bhee ek khalish hai jo din raat kaattii hai....


 Have i made it large....?  


Party isski ho yaa usski hamnee jamm ke pe whiskey.... 


Gir k khud hee k bahon mein samman gaye hum .... 


Fir woah he sawal....


Have i made it large.... ? 


Har weekend ko aazadi ka jashan....


Har weekday aglaye din ki subhah ka maatam...


Kabhee kisi ka janam.... 


Toh kabhee kisi k professional life life mein phoote karam.... 


Zehen mein bass ek hee khalayal... bass ek hi sawal....


Have i made it large....?


Ek din fir.... Roz ki tarah... hum Apnee aap mein samma gaye....


Kya kahee samma.... hi kuch aisaa thaa ki hosh ne bhee daga de diya...


Akhein kholi toh haspatal mein khud ko paaya... 


Iss zinda-dil ke jigar ne jawab de diya.... 


Tabb patta chala.... 


I really made it large.....

Bey waqt Maut

Hum toh khamakhaa... Zindagii ko gum mein doobo k jiyee jaa rahee thee..(2)

Humein yeh patta thaa ki hum zindagi se zindaa bachh k nahi jaayenge..... 

Lekin maut ne darr ka aisa jaal  bechaaya .....(2)

.Ki jeena dushwaar ho gaya..... 

Aaj fir jeene ki tammana hai... (2)

Abb bass ek hi soach hai  ki Maut.... sey pehle ku marein hum...

Ps:- This is my first attempt to write in Hindi inspired by Gulzar Saahab!......

Confessions of a Self Proclaimed Counselor

 The whole world comes to me,

People value my piece of advice,

They all know I am smart and wise,

Helping people is my hobby done it for years now,

Who knew I have to pay a price,

I am fairy godmother showering love & joy,

Sometimes I feel like destiny’s toy,

Helping people, getting them out of rut,

Quarrels, conflicts & breakups,

At the end of the day I am fed-up,

Days, months, and years pass,

Problems, professional, personal all kinds,

Soon I start to miss myself,

Living for others at my expense,

I start seeing problems, and not solutions,

Advising becomes an addiction,

For me everybody is my subject,

And I have a pressing need to help,

All my lustrous black have turned into grey,

My Mr. Right has also walked away,

Had enough of playing mommy,

Now decided to reclaim my life,

Over doing anything is never good!...

This is a hard lesson I have understood…

My Addictive Girl

As I try to look at myself,

I see a stranger in the mirror,

Eye filled with a droplet of tear,

Fear was the past,

Now I have nothing to lose,

I have lost it all,

My daughter won’t call me daddy,

My love won’t call me honey,

Oh I had made lot of money,

But there is no more joy Sunny,

I chased everyone away, who came near me,

I made only one mistake,

I befriended an irresistible, intoxicating friend,

In her company the party would never end,

Living life high, pouring pleasure all night,

Even in the broad daylight,

I could not take her out of my sight,

She put me to bed, kissed me good night,

Made my day’s tension a bit light,

People said she might steal my voice,

I ridiculed them by saying,

Nectar can only be smooth,

You people can’t resist my poise,

Hence you make all the noise,

When I lost my first music contract,

I could not react,

She seemed the only one with whom I could interact,

She was always there by my side,

In joy & sorrow,

Till my life became hollow,

To keep her by my side,

I sacrificed all I had,

One fine day doc tells me,

If she stays, I go,

We both can’t live together,

She had to leave me one fine day,

Not before she had taken everything away.

Warrior Princess!

She fights the black, cold, dark midnight,

With a smile on her face,

Like a candle in middle of a desert storm,

Flickering and fighting her way,

 Against the fierce & intimidating winds,

Resolute and strong,

When the world gives up on her,

She has the tenacity to see us through the daylight,

Fighting in the dark giving us light,

Luminescence of freedom is brighter than millions of torches

Burnt by a tyrant,

Just for a cause,

Just to protect our soles from blazing,

A reply to all that effort is,

“Born to make you happy!”

Born to give them hope,

Who have no one to fall back on,

Burning herself in the process,

In the start it seemed like a lost battle,

But she spared her tears to shed them on the enemy’s grave,

The enemy is mighty and strong,

But she has a strong belief that freedom shall come along,

There is no retreat, there is no surrender,

Fighting against all odds,

The dark king plays all the tricks in his book,

Never showing his face on the battlefield,

He used diplomacy to core,

Assigns his best general to fight against the lone unequipped princess,

They wish to steal her kingdom, freedom and everything she had!,

By tricking her all the way,

They spun a web and catch her on the wrong foot,

But they chose the wrong nemesis,

She decided to fight and get everything right,

The able general was the face of Dark King in the battle,

But how did it matter,

 She was on a roaring rampage of revenge,

For her vengeance was only to teach enemy a lesson,

Lesson not to steal from those seem to be weak,

She matched the enemy strength to strength,

And the general seemed to be losing despite of the backing & the might,

The Dark King decides to retreat,

He beheads his own General,

Just to keep his face,

To which our princess replied,

“That s what separates darkness and light,

I can willfully die for my men, whereas you can kill”,

The dark king apologized,

He took a retreat,

Princess forgive him saying,

“There is no bigger punishment than dodging guilt”,

She shall always fight against tyrants,

Always inspire us to take arms against the suppressors of freedom.

Bartender

Oh yaa I am a Bartender,

I serve poison,

For people like to get a Life,

When they order a drink,

I serve pleasure & trance,

For people who don’t  wanna dance,

Mixing potent mixtures,

And calling them by funny names,

Oh ya I am a Bar tender,

Juggling & Jamming till dawn,

I have seen romantic nights with full of fights,

Kids buying beer,

And scoring effortlessly without any fear,

Those innovative pickup lines,

Act as goldmines,

It’s never been a new game for a player,

I have seen it all,

Ohh Yaa I am Bartender,

Never ever been a pretender…..

Even though the next morning I am a total stranger.

Long Walk To Freedom……

People describe it as a long walk,

But with my people’s support,

I felt like a stroll in a Park,

Twenty Seven Years in that tiny cell,

Could have been worse than hell,

But I was determined not to give in,

The ray of light through that thin slit,

Always ignited the flame of hope deep within me,

It made me resolute not to raise white flag,

As we were fighting for colors,

We needed white, black, brown, grey & all,

To built to built this Rainbow nation,

Had a dream, dream rubbished by the guards,

Mocked at by inmates,

Lived by me,

I had to win by winning hearts,

History has seen biggest wars are fought for Love,

But I fought my biggest war with love,

If I was never deported to Robben island,

Never would have discovered Mahtma deep within me.

PS:- I was inspired to write on Mr. Mandela after watching the movie Invictus

Who Owns Mumbai?

I wrote this piece 3 years back, Just came across it so thought of posting it again on Whimsical Life


Land of million opportunities, where million dreams are buried and born every day, home to Bollywood testimonial to thousands of scripted success stories, witness to many, ‘Big Indian Dreams ‘coming true…,Maximum City, City that never sleeps…it can be associated with many such adjectives.
The city is Jewel of all Metros , Mumbai contributes 10% of factory employment, 33% of income tax collections, 60% of customs duty collections, 20% of central excise tax collections, 40% of India's foreign trade and rupees 40,000 crore (US $9 billion) in corporate taxes.*
But the big question which we have is, who really owns Mumbai? Is it the Men who Rule it, or self proclaimed Political leaders, or‘We The People’, wait a minute who comes under the purview of so called as we the people, is it the ‘Marathi Manus’1 or North Indians . If we dig deep within ourselves the answer is as clear as a crystal ball, Mumbai belongs to men and women who build this great city. And who are they, they are no one but common men and women who had a dream in their eyes and worked hard and chased it, and even if they were light years from fulfillment of destiny, they had a smile on their face.
And this ‘Stupid Common Man’ is tired of ‘Raj-giri’, pardon me for my language and use of famous phrases from recent bollywood flicks. Common man is crushed between some myopic and petty political actions, and pressure of earning daily bread. These actions actually may not give great deal of political mileage to a nascent Political Party, only it would play in hands of the ruling party. Let me not get my hands dirty by writing about our Politicians.
Talking about Marathi Manus, is against North Indians , I do think so, any stupid common man in Mumbai is too busy to care about stuff like that , here everybody has to think about their daily bread and any man Marathi, Gujrati or Bengali, tries to keep away from the mess. I have a serious doubt, if our leaders say that Marathi Manus is not getting his rights and a place that he deserves, I will ask who is Marathi Manus? Is he Milkha Singh that speaks better Marathi than Punjabi and has been a domicile resident of the city for 25 years or Rambharose who prepares better Puranpoli’s2 than a Marathi brahmen cook, or is Sheikh Nadeem who dances in Ganpati procession of Lalbaugcha Raja3. Even I was at the receiving end of things a very good friend of mine from Jaipur commented on a discussion on a b-school in Nagpur “ Sir your home is getting all the big ticket intellectual Investment”, I replied “Sir my home is the same as yours and we call it India”. This may sound to dramatic but this was the only reply I could think at the point of time.
I am Gurathi, and speak fluent Marathi and proud of the same, and I don’t believe that since one man went against the non Maharashtian’s the entire Marathi community should not be blamed. ‘An Eye for Eye leave all the residents of Mumbai Blind!.... As I always say.Revenge is sweet , but unfortunately not Fruitful!
* Mc Kinsey Report Published in 2005 in association with NASSCOM. http://www.mckinsey.com/locations/india/mckinseyonindia/pdf/NASSCOM_McKinsey_Report_2005.pdf

1 The Common Maharashtrian Man.
2 A Sweet delicacy from Maharashtra.
3 Lalbaugcha Raja is the oldest (75 years) Ganesh Mandal in Mumbai, They say all your wishes are fulfilled by lord Ganesha. This Idol has a first right of visarjan . Muslims in Crafford Market area, during the last day do a complete Pooja and then lead the procession before the Idol is immersed in Girgaum Chowpati in Mumbai.

I Love You

Sometimes I feel I am this Stranger,

Standing alone with my umbrella closed,

It’s pouring rain & me I am in deep, deep pain,

I use to get Wet, loved it then,

But now I am in the rain to hide my pain,

As few droplets roll down my cheeks,

 They tend to subside in the continuous stream dripping from my head to toe,

Drenching me, making me shiver,

That day you broke me the painful news,

You looked so confused!

You didn’t knew, Which Way to go,

You asked for my help!

You looked tensed, tears started to roll down your cheek,

I have seen many disturbing pictures but none more disturbing than to see you helpless,

You had to take the biggest decision in life,

Well for me it was destruction of the lovely picture of our’s that I had painted in my life,

I so needed to hold you,

Hug you & tell you.

I Love You, I Love You!

But I had to hold my tears to wipe yours,

 As they are more painful to me more than anything else,

So this selfless friend gave a serious piece of advice,

Knew the consequence,

And Lost His Queen for Life!

The Midnight Owls

The bar shut its door's
We are high, so high that we hit the ground
mediocrity will astound
and performers debate

what is going to be our fate?

Oops Monday Office RD in & i am already late

Same old questions gonna haunt you mate!

Have you logged in 6 A/c yet?

And if you’re a fan of Mr. Safari,

There is no reason to worry!

Only sufferer will be the beholder

As sun sets

You Pal will be a beer-holder

Pop-corns will fly from up above in your mug!

Hi-tech music without earplugs

We get ready for another day,

With hangover to stay

Pipelines,Log-in's & meetings sound like

Bumble bees buzzing there way

humming, hissing, whispering all the way

if you are a Trainee

I am sure your head by now must be a macaroni,

But if you are a seasoned campaigner

you can prolong the date,

but the race never ends

pressure & targets mount

Shit! all my lustrous blacks have turned grey

now i don't keep a count

Gunning for Scalps,

Milking the clients,

squeezing the bucks,

the race never ends,

aspirations grow

they control my behavior

suddenly the next designation

is my only destination

i live from appraisal to appraisal

oh i so much wanna jump out of this treadmill

Its too fast & if i jump i fear i would be injured

fear dominates me i wanna break free i wanna break free

What do i do suggest me Mr. Safari...?

PS: Inspired by Dave Holloway's work, in fact first few lines i have taken from his " LOST"...

Very few outsiders will understand & correlate with people like RD, Mr. Safari & many things of oyr boring Mundae Office lives!

Your Partners Best friend.& Your Worst Nightmare!...

            

Before I scribble & write stories, let me tell you I am a peace loving, cold blooded, warm hearted beast( this name is a gift from my girlfriend’s best friend).

She is always that itch, which on scratching turns the skin red, staying with her is like sucking air inside the mouth & exposing it to the cavity, you know it will give you a bad ache still you can’t help sucking the dam air in. Now many of you might feel I am being a hypocrite, I start this piece by saying I am cold blooded, but I have used some adjectives  to decorate my 'Girlfriend’s best friend' 's character which might on surface showcase I am short tempered. But I am not targeting a specific person, it’s only a designation given by your girl/boy (These character have been detected in both the sexes)

They are a different breed they always feel as if you are acquiring a controlling stake in their best friend, which they had acquired in a creeping manner, they still have the urge to manipulate mind of their best friend, and showcase her/him  the plethora of options she/he is missing on. You might feel that I am an insecure person, trying to live in shadow of fear, I am not… actually you are never really concerned about actions of your gf/bf’s best friend… you are mad with the poke-dokie it plays with your time & eats into those healthy , romantic & sweet dates.

One thing I have seen the best friend always has series of failed relationships, for which they tend to blame the entire male/female community. Invariably they are single when you are seeing their best friend & when eventually you break up with your girl or a boy sprouts of love, green shoot’s of romance suddenly emerged in there wretched love lives, & they come to you to thank you to say, “ Thanks you taught me the meaning of Love”, & you feel Thank You… but No THANK YOU!..... And on surface what you do is just pass a smile!...

Haunting Xperience in Paradise called Kashmir

Was really excited to visit heaven on earth, Jannat, Paradise… Kashmir, & as they say real Europe is not what you see out of the glass window of your Euro-rail but it’s the country side with winding roads, journey made on a gearless scooter. So I wanted to see the real Kashmir & not the Cash-Mir we all know.

We all were young wild & free, adventurous & obviously our folks thought our Journey ends in Himachal, but our journey began from there, we were these fearless birds who wanted to explore the paradise on earth, Kashmir irrespective of an obvious fear of being attacked, kidnapped or even  killed by terror groups.

I am an outsider here, we decided to play safe & start up from Shrinagar, timing of our visit could not have been perfect it was evening of 13’th August & there was high degree of security alert & calmness, all we could see was army men & military vehicles, but we had a traumatic experience before this serene feeling, which we somehow survived. On our way to Shrinagar we hired a cab, hilly areas can seriously fire your belly from time to time, we stopped our Van at Dhabba (A local Indian Restaurant), again suggested by the driver hired by us, ‘Sharmaji’, Kashmiri Pandit, tall ,young, good looking smart chap, if groomed properly had the potential to beat the broad daylight out of Gladrags contestants. Oh we had a hearty lunch, there is something about this region, I don’t know if it’s the food served is sweet or hunger is insatiable, but you always tend to eat more than you normally would. After a satisfying lunch & Lassi we drove away, we were all full & drowsy & all wanted a good nap before our next destination, but Nilesh sprung up, “ Oh Shitt I forgot my sack at the Dhabba”, to which Sharmaji replied “ Shaab ussme kuch agar mehnga nahi hoga to rehne dijiye, wapas janna risky hai”   ( If the sack has no valuables, its worthless & risky turning back), to which Nilesh replied “Shitt! Man, I had a LoveU Tshirt gifted by my girl, my camcorder & digi cam in it!, dude I am screwed!, she will kill me!”, after this incident I have hated Priyanka to gift this idot that LoveU T-Shirt. Moreover we really were more concerned about images of our exploits rather than Nilesh’s death, as he was already dead dating that female.

We all convinced Sharmaji to take a U turn, he reluctantly steered vehicle back to ground zero, we reached the place, we searched for the sack, suddenly a small Kashmiri boy came running towards us, these kids are blessed with everything, fair  Russian complexion, sharp features, innocent little blue eyes, a Kashmiri Hindi which is very hard to decipher. The boy had Nilesh’s sack, we were so overwhelmed by the kid’s innocence, honesty, & that million $ smile on his face which lit up hundred lights, after looking at a Rs 10 note, we made his day, we didn’t bother to check our belongings, the honesty of the little boy was good enough, we all went into the Van, Sharmaji was quite, he started the ignition & we were on our way, he was speeding a lot, sweat was cracking  & he was turning pink, and we were in a Kashmiri summer with temperatures of 17degree Celsius, for me it was much cooler than any average Mumbai winter. He pulled over all of a sudden, & screamed “Everybody Out of the Car Now!!!.... “, we were puzzled, confused, scared, we did as he instructed to stay out of harm’s way, I had this sticky feeling, this skinny little bastard actually took us for a ride, now may loot us, as we got out of the Van he screamed again “Everybody Run for your lives!”, I was amused, why this man wants us to run on full stomach, but he seemed to be the boss, so we followed his command with tight lip, I thought what all I could do with that Rs10 bill, which I gave to that chipmunk, it just bought me a headache & almost a near heart attack after few minutes of unexpected cardio, we were at a distance from the Van, I looked at Viral, Nilesh, Amit & Shrikant all looked more confused than I was,  wait a minute how come script change in seconds, how can a potential Villan turn into a our Savoir?

The Army was called upon, we were scared to death, but also felt lucky to be alive, it was a bomb scare!, Pictures, videos & LoveU T-shirt was off our mind, we were so thankful,. It took them, 150 minutes to clear off the site & declare there was no bomb scare, Major Puri, wished Shyam (Sharmaji), shook hands, said “ Keep it up young man !”, we had WTF! feeling written all over our faces. But we thanked heavens and resumed our journey to Shrinagar, on the way Shyam ( Now Sharmaji was Shyam for us, our savior from a bomb attack which was never planned).  

My romance with Kashmir & Shrinagar had just begun; I woke up to reality, the men marching up & down in the uniform, were there for a reason, my mother’s words reverberated in my ears, “ Beta promise me you won’t go to J&K, its dangerous”.

We decided to live in boat house, it was a beautiful & peaceful morning of 14’th August, oh! What a site! The lake, the calmness, this was the real Kashmir seen & talked about. The room service knocked the door, Bed tea (It was Kashmiri tea Salty to taste but was nice & refreshing), honey & toast were served, the boring mundane menu seemed so interesting, the view was mesmerizing.

Silence was broken by  Arif the boy who delivered breakfast & newspaper, he said “ Saahab toh aap India se ho?, jara sambhal ke kal India ka flag matt kharidna ya, parade k liye Bakshi Stadium mein jaana matt, dikkat ho sakti hai”, (  Sir are you From India?,please avoid buying the Indian Flag or going to the Independence day ceremony, you can fall into trouble)

He smiled & left away, I was taken aback, I could not hear anything after his first sentence, “Are you from India?” I asked Nilesh did we accidently crossed the LOC?, Why does a fellow Indian ask me in such fashion, buying the small tricolor on I-Day was a non event, we use to buy & distribute amongst kids, fear gripped we felt things here are also similar to barbed wire, complicated, we hardly moved of the boat house, we enjoyed Kashmir as if nothing had happened, packed our bags on 16’th & caught a train for Delhi. 

PS:

The events are true, & were experienced by y Friend Viral Desai.

The Photograph is taken from Neelesh Mishra's Blog 

The Day We Broke Up

I remember vividly,

It was the day we broke up,

We were sitting near the lake side,

Oh the mood seemed so romantic,

But that day your eyes were heavy with pain,

It was never same again,

Getting lost in those eyes,

Made my world go upside down,

The Prince lost his crown,

Is there anybody alive to hear my pain in this town?

Why one needs words,

Are looks not good enough?

You never looked at me,

In me,

Within me,

Rather you looked through me,

Beyond me,

Now that Alice is gone,

I am never goanna sing again,

Never pluck those strings,

As Life went out of shaft!

I thank the heavens,

I am recuperated,

Reborn,

And search for the One is On!

Pleasure in Pain

Every Battle is won or lost before it is fought, the sheer fear of loosing forces men to back out & it's not the failure that we are afraid of, its "possibility of failure & its repercussion on our public image" that defeat's us. One might ask why so ?, it can be mainly attributed to
1)Exploration of unchartered territories & experiences.
2)Living your life on others expectation ( Living a dream which was never yours, but somebody else's aspirations which you have subconsciously picked up).
Trust me even the best fall victim to the 2'nd category.

We hardly know how to cope up with circumstances to which we are alien's. As kids. we were always taught "Success is Good Failure is Bad", and that is where i feel parents go wrong, success & failures in life are states of mind & that's it, you don't fail unless u consider that you have.Never believed in a piece of paper that testify's ones worth, weather it be a grade-sheet, performance report or appraisal document. These papers bind our potential in numbers, whereas it is actually infinite. We tend to relax as we get our set target's,grades or goals.

Success is a state of mind & should lead to happiness, which is always a process.

But failures are equally important

If you ask me a lost battle can be an excellent strategic lesson if learn't, your mistakes always teach you something or the other.

Adversity is always painful & fruitful, it teaches us some lesson's which are never learnt in normal course of life,there lies immense pleasure in pain which is fortunately realized only during good times. In a difficult phase we tend to value what we have, those could be materialistic possession's or sheer abilities that we posses, remember no one can take your abilities away, its you who has o realize they exist. History has testimonial to the fact that Men who have seen set backs are better off taking risk's & making it big as somewhere down the line they know they have nothing lose

These are my favorite lines which i heard from some one  " There is a Pleasure in being Mad, Pleasure which few Big Mad men know"