in the field of darkness
tryin to erase this hollowness
playin my tune and
laying my bones
for the angels

one string attached
impossible to detach
the secrets
the desires
awaiting our hopes

a jump from the eighth
rests the breath
the mercy of the night
the night that always wins is
forever divine
from a sunshine

...aj

in the end....

when the hopes are riding on the winds of time,
and doesn’t pause where we are,
must the wind be cursed or time- chased…
are we on our end…

when the world seems to be square enough,
and we try to escape in the darkest corner,
we may not need the light…
we owe the pain, we owe the wound,
we owe the world the sorrow gained….
are we on our end…

when the hopes are flying on the winds of time,
i was out on the streets, tryin to survive
surely it fools you and doesn’t pause where we are…
we are on our end…

may be a touch from you baby with a dew of smile,
a spark of light in glimpse of your eyes …
the hope of my hopes, can be eased,
surely …
the moment arrived when all will be right,
its amazing,
it’s the end…


aj

i lived with you...

i wish i was that uncolored stone again, which made you smile on every touch
with every bashing, you gripped me more tight as your golden possession
in comes a plastic gadget, and i was one among the many particles of your surface.

i wish to be that super-hero again , who made you feel as the prince of jungle
with every secret discussion, we grew as brothers in arm
until your mind raised on marios’, and i was one among the dead toy under your bed.

i wish to be your favorite remote, decorated with crazy stickers
your partner of every mission day & night, covered with polybags,
in comes a shout from your friend, and you never turned your back to me for fun.

i wish to be those spokes, which made you proud of our trusted relationship
as you cleaned me after every mile to make her smile
until you found a new moto, and i was one among many iron rods of your store.

you made me alive with every imagination,
and as you move on, and left me dry and high,
i still wait to be born; and live another life of a child.

..aj

my last monsoon...

One day a wise old tree speaks to a new born bush,
as you enjoy your first monsoon showers,
do remember my words when you get your first flowers....

Never get emotional with your space,
as this is not your final place.
Today they are happy to see you green,
tomorrow they'll be constructing their dream.

It begins the fight, where we dont' have a right,
they may not be pity..to see a new DB city.
In come the drills on your rocky father,
with the potential to turn the lakes rather.

May not call your town: city of lakes,
unless God himself put some breaks.

So do enjoy your first showers my son..
before you too are almost done...!


..aj

time

14th 15th 16th
and the wait is endless
i see stars to see thou eyes glitter
but its eclipse

all day seems to be same
time: broken

29th 30th 31st
and i still linger
stars tryin to show thou eyes
but couldnt

wish its thy
to mend

.. .. ..
still in abyss
where are you?

Behind those dark blue eyes...

Why should I open these eyes ...

When closed 'see you in sleep
Why should I open these eyes ...

I ve seen many times...way too long
You r the one in morning alarm

Its getting closer now..
I'm tired..i can feel the pressure....

Why should I open these eyes ...
Why should I open these eyes ...

You are the one here,
Fear of loosing you in tears...
Its getting closer now...
I can feel the pain....

Its to let you know..
Its to let you know..
Somehow..i won't open these eyes again....

Jacaranda

Bright sunny saturday morning, where dawson's call was an alarm indicating the time to be ready for the mountains. The early morning quiet drives has always amazed me; the ease with which the dawn comes out falling out with its saffron color, the exuberance of African sunset, with a promise of tomorrow & a sense of belonging. Although the distance to Kranskloof was 104km the journey seems to be opposite unlike the last one with Dawson and Cheena...

It was almost noon when we started from our place, weather being cloudy with cool breezes running straight on our faces through side mirrors. The violet color flowers of Jacaranda made cheena jump out of front seat, shooting the best possible images, praising the beauty of southern-africa and expressing the love towards nature.

Everything was green this time, no violet lights can be seen from horizon, the cool breeze was from the car ventilator and navigator was changed to kasli, except dawson who still remained as a common passenger of back seat. The hairpin bends, the windmill and the bridge & waterfall were still there and remained same; all making a gesture of playing the game- 'STATUE' with someone, waiting for their opponent's one last visit in order to say- 'STATUE OVER'. The early morning saturday plan made dawson a bit restless, in turn shouting for some nescafe. Apart from three of us, Albany bread, Lays, tomato, sweets, energrade were the remaining passengers who joined us on our way to the Kranskloof base camp...

Ronny is in his late 70's or early 80's, always followed by his german shephard, lives and takes care of the forest. It was a desperate attempt to reach the base camp after some 8 phone calls to him, in order to find the correct directions. The first look of the camp reminded me the backdrop of the horror flick 'chain saw massacre' where everything seems deserted, broken, rusted, lost and never moved.

Nothing changed this time too, except the absence of Ronny. It was chantal (his grand-daughter) who guided us to follow the trail and start the hike without any map. Though Kasli was thrilled to start the trek, dawson yet again seemed reluctant with the idea of leaving the vehicle and going in woods without any map. The feeling of Into The Wild can only be expressed once- if you are there. Mountains stretching to horizon, wilderness, rocks, chameleons, baboons, shrubs, kloof, running water with zero touches and polish by man. The complete trail was of 9 km which we completed in less then four hours; Kasli seen as a good hiker and dawson with no fitness. It was a well timed and executed hike which ended with few sandwiches, water and the payment to the owner...

The Upperdeck is one place, which brings your best out of you when it comes to fun and enjoyment. With a complete Afrikan touch, giving live band music, the rugby and soccer on big screen, the best drinks to offer and some mouthwatering cuisine has made it a must go place for every southafrican riding a bike. It was cheena who started the dance on table and posing with harley handsomes for some clicks last time.

We remained calm, sober and nice, satisfying ourselves with some pancakes, chips and beers. The stopover ended with a bye to Denis (my local friend who stays in magalies). It was yet another different day coming out of our monotonous lives, making us feel content and leaving us blissful. The presence of Jacaranda last time, and their absence on saturday, left me wondering as when next am i going to see you. And though the idea of returning to the same place never expires from one's mind, sometimes the return also takes you back in cherished lanes of your memoirs.

: AJ
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P.S.: Rituraj is a writer/ screenplay/ assistant director whom i met in a train to mumbai, who explained the difference between a story and screenplay to me. With some of his key points, a tried to write and connect two different stories in a single blog, this time.
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UPGRADE

Folks,

I have been thinking of this for long time, and i feel NOW is the right time. The Upgrade of www.djaashu.blogpot.com Yeah! you heard it right, we will be back with new and fresh look very soon.

So, All the best to me on my project and hope we get this much better.

Meanwhile, you will be able to read my blogs here itself. But my apologies in advance for any errors, warning messages or defects if you face with any.

Love
aj

Heart In A Cage

Times when people wants to take a leap in this world, make challenges for selves, talks about being a leader and creating a team; are they really talking their heart and deserve to be part of us? Heard a lot about discrimination? Ever faced it? Ever lived it? You can’t feel it.

Can’t believe my luck when friend of mine from Strasbourg offered a trip to south-west Johannesburg one fine sunday morning. Soweto, short for SOuth WEstern TOwnship is the biggest township in Africa with over 1 million countrymen residing. The eviction of Africans by city and state authorities in late 80’s was to earn the gold by mining. The early 90’s witnessed the forceful law from authorities which made sure that the Africans and Indians stay out of city, excused with the outbreak of plague. Building of new houses saw creation of new small towns; which was being ready to be written in the African history books. The ‘Urban Area Act’ in 1923 declared it as a ghetto for the black population of Johannesburg. 1948 was the start of implementation of Apartheid, or legal racial segregation, by an Afrikaner dominated party. Out of many laws some of those were- no marriage between black and white, non-employment of whites by black, segregated hospitals/ community places/ offices; issuing of pass for blacks to work and non-availability of pass meant arrest at anytime, separate schools, colleges et universities, no hard liquor, no public beaches or swimming pools, no acquisition of land in a white area and were stripped from south African citizenship. The construction of red brick houses or shackles continued for the next three decades for the so-called black community. 1976: not even brought introduction of Afrikan language in education but also death of 550+ lives including many kids from school. The impact brought Soweto in the world headlines with many changes to date.

Soweto: Not counted as a high-tech city where engineering has shown wonders or mega-structures has taken place, but the statistics tells the history and future of Soweto. Single township with as many as 87 sub-towns (inc. zones & extensions), place where all eleven official South African languages are spoken, its own English Newspaper The Sowetan carrying a readership of 1.6 million with 124,000 circulations per day (2003), worlds biggest hospital, soccer stadium for 2010 FIFA are some of them.

Visible are the green fields, tin shanties, streams, mal hostels from the piles of garbage, as the world’s highest HIV infection rate area welcomes everyone cheerfully and friendliness. A place which lost a son, Hector Pieterson, at the age 13 still acknowledges and forgives everyone celebrating this day as SA Youth day where people drink and braai. Widely used synonyms are dark, dangerous and dodgy, a place cannot be visited alone without a gun, is the same place where Nelson Mandela comes from. Last but not least, Soweto feeds half of the national soccer and rugby players.

Black- what is black? Color of your hair, eye or skin? Or Soweto? No, it is the color of hatred, detestation, abhorrence, disgust and rejection in our hearts. This feeling is much more detrimental than AIDS, corruption or terrorism.
An alive black life in Soweto is a symbol of new South Africa, caught between aged misery and upcoming prosperity, unpleasantness yet upbeat lifestyle, restraining the wound of apartheid and presenting the capabilities to turn tables for New South Africa. . . . . . . . . . . .

First Victim…

A bullet burnt
Into soft dark flesh

A child fell

Liquid life
Rushed hot
To stain the earth

He was the first victim

And now
Let grieving the willows
Mark the spot
Let nature raise a monument
Of flowers and trees
Lest we forget the foul and the wicked
Deed…


Don Mattera, 1976
From Azanian Love Song

P.S.: the one fine Sunday couldn’t be possible without Juan-David my new Columbian friend and Modado, who took us to Soweto in his Bucky. Modado is a plumber by profession supporting his wife and three sons staying in Diepkloof, SOWETO.

aj

Note: By no means the author wishes to hurt the feelings of any person dead or alive, and it is his own personal thoughts and remarks. Thanks for giving the time to read.

J for Joker

She says I am Joker. Joker.
What exactly is a Joker? Here are some words, which I read and scribbled.

Being the only non-traditional card of the deck, I make my own rules. My keen wit aids in the many choices in your life path, as there are many. I am youthful, independent, personable, productive and have a good mind for business. I often am seeking that special romantic partner that I like to have fun with. I can master much and often do best in a management or in a self-employed position. I relate to the outdoors and often feel grounded making my profession doing earth related work. Practicality, endurance and stability are strong influences for me. I can be the irresponsible fool, or the deeply spiritual initiate. The choice is mine.

Joker: Mathematically, this jovial legendary figures does not have an assignment in this system. He makes his own rules and mirrors others. Strength, practicality, wisdom and mystery are jokers key words.

I think, she's correct. I am a Joker.

W11905

2008 witnessed more than 25,000 enthusiastic cyclists in the 94.7 Pick & Pay Cycle Challenge held on Sunday 16 Nov in Johannesburg.

The cyclists were divided into 69 different group’s viz. elite men, elite women, team, corporate, tandems, vets, juniors, open seeded and social to name some of those; where the first group started at 05h30 and last was flagged at 09h29. The 94.7 km race picked up from R55 Maxwell Drive in wood mead to Winchester Road Bridge in M1-> Nelson Mandela Bridge-> Jan Smuts (Zoo Lake) -> Witkoppen road-> Malibongwe-> N14-> Summit Road all the way to Waterfall Equestrian Estate (Kyalami), with 9 sponsored water points in between.


As every year, the event brought loads of moments on its new loop of Joburg, where everyone got an opportunity to admire the architectural brilliance of Downtown/ Newtown, the marvelous bridges, the environmental friendly zoo lake and sweating & back breaking N14 highway. Occasions where cyclists were turned into patients because of increased heart rate, accidents with other cyclists, broken ribs, cramps & scratches, tyre bursts, damaged chains were many. But the saying- ‘If I am not for myself, who will be for me?’ proved to be half wrong as the day also saw many cyclists helping and pushing others, working as a team, riding in a group. The chilled water points, massage booths by Bonitas and the down slopes were the only respite from the heat on N14.

Aptly said by Milica Sajin (my professor’s daughter) - “The last steps we climb very rarely and with great difficulty." All pains, bruises and sweats turned into a curved smile with the chequered flag in Kyalami. And no matter in how much time a cyclist finished, the feeling of receiving a race medal was more superior than the former. A perfect finish with Energrade was all for a perfect start.




I am glad that I too was part of the above.
AJ/ Group: W/ Race Number 11905

"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."


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Event Official Information:
Name of Event: Pick n Pay 94.7 Cycle Challenge
Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008
Time: From 05h30
Cost of entry: R 214.91 + VAT R30.09 Total: R245-
Venue: Waterfall Country Estate
Event owner: 94.7 Highveld Stereo
Hosted By: City of Joburg - A world class African City
Distance: 94.7 km
Start: Woodmead Drive between Maxwell Drive and Van Reenen Avenue in Woodmead East from 05h30 till 10h30
Finish: Finish on the R55 at Waterfall Country Estate
Medals: All finishers receive a medal on completion of the route within the time limit.Back to back medals for cyclists who complete both the Mountain Bike Challenge and Cycle Challenge.
Website: www.highveld.co.za
Online Entry: www.highveld.co.za
Results: www.highveld.co.za
Radio: 94.7 Highveld Stereo
History of the race: Started by Midrand Country Cyclists (MCC) in 1997 with a field of 4 500 cyclists to become the biggest cycling race in Gauteng. In 2007, 27 000 Cyclists took to the roads. We anticipate 28 000 Cyclists for 2008
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SA-284

Back, Back, Back on Blog !! Its been almost three and half months between this and my last blog. Apologies to myself, as I don’t know whether anyone out there in world reads my pieces or not. LOL. (Funny right?)

Anyways, the story goes like this: went to India on 30 Aug’08 for my annual vacation. The celebration started one day in advance with my vacation farewell drinks party kept at Newscafe by Maude followed by the night out with Skur, Jango, Sinful and self. It was a long, action-packed, windy, and amusing night-early morning with some of the best guys I have known. Well, I must admit that it was a tiring yet happy morning for me at airport. My Plan B of sleeping in flight was a complete slump, after meeting Ben and Kris. Both were going for their so called third Indian holy trip. Kris seems to me a quiet and intellectual pianist at 74, while Ben (63) was a jovial and crazy guitarist. There was it. One of my memorable moment, playing Guitar for almost 6 hours in the flight with Ben showing his skills on Lyala & Stairway to heaven.
Well, in no words I can describe the feeling of returning to same place where you were born and grown up playing with local sand and dust. A huge celebration was done at the Railway Station with garlands by the family members, which seems to be so amusing by all the side watchers, whom are were unable to guess the occasion and realize the sentiments of parents. Rest is history which needs not to be pen here. For now, I’ll leave all of you (my imaginary readers) with these thoughts:

Be it no concern

Point of no return

Go foward in reverse

This I will recall

Everytime I fall

love .... aj

I 'M Glad..I 'm ME

I dont want anything, I cant give anything

I dont care, I dont think

I cant breath, I cant see

I dont drink, I dont smoke

Neither I Love anyone, Nor i Hate

I dont like anyone, Nobody likes me

Nobody can hurt me, Nobody can make me happy

I dont have feelings

I dont have friends, I dont have enemies

I am not creative nor I am destructive

Neither I am kind, Nor cruel

Nobody can see me, Nobody can touch me

I dont stay in light, I dont stay in dark

I am what I Am

And I M GLAD I M ME.....

Under the Red Sky

I know its my fault that am writing this after a very long time. I have so much to say, that i thought its time to pen-down now. After that first amazing Gilroy trip, i went back twice there and made many new friends. Evrytime you go there its a different and new atmosphere, which makes you so relax n fresh. I have also covered few places in the past two months. With Niraj, Sandy and M3, i tried to enter Swazi but fortunately ended up staying at the border with freezing 5 deg and rain, in the car. I must admit, that was a Moment in itself. After chaman, niraj and sandy's departure to India, i got a reunion of old-new team of Mohit, Ajay and M3. Together we went for Zulani Safari for hunting avec Arno and Jason, and to Ampitheatres on the top of Northern Drakensberg. The hike to Tugela falls, the bicycle show (wid J), the pojkey, the herbal medicine and the canadian chick (janice) are some to name from that trip. Also, the four of us have started are long lasting music lessons with Professor Sajin & Anthony. Inaddition to the notes and chords we also learnt about Snezana, mimi and miloch. (wife-daughter-son). We also tried many different pubs and bar viz. Bohemian (where they ve live bands performance), Radium beer hall. I am listening some new songs (they are old but new for me) these days as bob dylan, eddie and GnR. So overall its a nice pleasant stay this moment and i promise to write more often and regularly... just few lines to end... cheerio xxx

May you grow up to be righteous

May you grow up to be true

May you always know the truth

And see the lights surrounding you

May you always be courageous

Stand upright and be strong

May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young

Gilroy

Being lazy bones and consuming sticks whole day is exceptionally a tough activity for me to achieve. So I decided to move my bottoms from the couch, start the TIIDA engine and explore the magaliesberg village; 34.7 miles from San Marino. With two other jokers in the car at 1300 hrs the trip was assumed to be filled with fun and excitement. After traveling more than half a distance, the high infrastructure was still visible to me far in the horizon through the right concave glass. The next signboard which hit on my brain was an old wooden board reading glass art gallery with fading colors standing erect in the bushes. The next thing we did was to find ourselves inside a small farm covered by high trees, wooden rondavels, cars parked in odd fashion. To our surprise, the soothing place has half dozen shops selling equipments and accessories well crafted and designed with glass, a mini glass factory, single restaurant, small general store and Gilroy. Gilroy- an authentic South African beer cum brew parlor where the old man brews his own beer and gives four options to his valued customer’s viz. lager, favorite, traditional and serious. And the serious one being called as the Truck driver’s beer. Gilroy- young by heart, smile on face, pipe between the lips, enjoying favorite, wearing his own T with a cowboy jacket ages 70. ‘Are you being served’ was the first sentence which made contact between us. On denying the beer, another punch was given to Mohit by saying ‘why do you want to go heaven with a frown face?’ By appearance the place looks like a stud farm with its own old customers and few new ones like us. The traditional was one hell of a drink which i would ve appreciated after several decades..After spending some quality and memorable hours at Gilroy we finally bowed with the sunset; remembering the last words from his big mouth: ‘at least now you know wherez your local bar is….’

The ones who enjoyed reading this post can browse http://www.gilroybeers.co.za/ with their lazy fingers.... AJ

Xenia

Don't leave me don't leave me

I'm begging of you

My prescious, my only sweet girl

Don't leave me don't leave me

I'll die if you do

And you're all that I have in the world

You're all that I have in the world

I care not for treasures of silver and gold

I care not for diamonds and pearls

Love may not be measured or traded or sold

And you're all that I have in the world

You're all that I have in the world

Not a word of a warning would you give to me

My prescious, my only sweet girl

You'd leave me in the morning

And I'll be calling for you

And you're all that I have have in the world

You're all that I have in the world

- mark knophler

A Road to BushPackers....

The fascinating journey of kruger national park of 448 kilometres started with a saturday morning drive with 8 ppl, in two cars, on a road to N12. N12 which further links to N4 till Nelspruit in east, was our first freeway. But as always, Indians act pretty smart everywhere, our N12 journey went towards south-west to Potchefstroom, en-route to capetown, taking us 200 kms away from joburg. The time we realized our fortune, after a punctured tyre, it was already 9:30 making us 2 hrs away from our destination.

A fresh noveau voyage started after some drinks and pees towards east N12, with a tightened time-line with us. Our first pit stop in the correct direction was 'Middleburg' passing Ogies and Witbank. The food and drinks @ Steers gave a big smile to all our guys for our next desti. that was Nelspruit on N4. Back on the big wheel with a gear in hand of black metallic honda, the drive was one of the most amazing and enthralling for me to keep this moment deep in my history books. The stretch of R538 between White River and Hazyview is so vibrant and mesmerizing that one cant even ignore, if blind. Amazing pine trees on both sides of the road, an orange ball far straight in horizon, sliver roads and icy breeze; 140 touching in speedo with more than 20 curves, nothing more I could have dreamt off.

From R538 Hazyview, we took a left towards Sabie on R536, with only 5 miles away from our accomadation. Our accomadation was built inside a dark forest, surrounding big bushes and shoots all around making the complete cottage cum hostel as a big trekking camp, justly named by Mrs. Francis as 'THE BUSHPACKERS'.

-aj

The Man in the Mirror

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you King for a day
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that Man has to say

For it isn't a man's father, mother or wife
Whose judgement upon him must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in his life
Is the man staring back from the glass

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the Man in the glass is your friend

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as your pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the Man in the glass.

SOULMATES

I do know what you're feeling

Behind those dark sad eyes

The air is quite electric

Each time I catch your stare

Memories turn the clock back

To our first love affairs

Yours is gone, mine I wed for 25 years

But that was then and this is now

And no matter what we feel

I can't be as young as you my friend

So while the flesh I can only loan you

My soul is yours to keep

And when you wed and settle down

No doubt I'll shed a tear

For what could or might have been

But to see you live and enjoy this life

Will be enough reward

So my special friendI'm happy that I met you

And for all the times we share

You touched my life forever

When your world you shared with me.

You 're beautiful

My life is brilliant

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause Ill never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful it's trueI saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
I will never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Night Shifts

Night Shifts... these days I am into this stuff in office, loads of work and no time for myself, so writing after a very long time. But I am enjoying the time right now, a all new experience which is good till date.Sleeping whole day and coming to office in evening, something different for me.But then nobody to talk..just me , my work and my songs.. All for me , so hit the deck and JUST DO IT !!

Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon 21/01/07

Can I get out of this well ?

I am really feeling lonely these days, havin no idea where to go ?what to do? seriously pissed off with life..no adventure no excitement nothing...is this the way life moves on or this is just a phase which will go as slow as a snail... I know that we are all alone in our life in some sense and your real friend in your life is you yourself so having no expectations or no complain from anyone....but finding really hard to figure out what should I do? Am i on fine track or my mind is wandering these days....trying all different things and having a good nice big fight with myself..hehehe..... trying hard to get out from this WELL, its black around me but i should not stop by no means... Damn !!!

Abide With Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies:
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows
flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

H.F.Lyte(1798-1847)

Alas! .......

You held a wild flower in your finger tips,
Idly you pressed it to your indifferent tips,
Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart.
Alas! it was my heart.

You held a wine cup in your finger tips,
Llightly you raised it to indifferent lips,
Lightly you drank and flung away the bowl,
Alas! it was my soul.

........till now.......

"Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius,power and magic in it."




I have always believed in the beauty of this verse scribbled by Wolfgang Von Goethe.
And i am very happy with what I am doing today; but then they are many things to explore ,places to visit and people to meet so my jouney for life will always continue ,forever.
Journey: started in 1991 when i celebrated my 8th birthday & joined Karate. Always been a notorious guy in All Saints having pockets full
of detention with some rare stars. My ambition kept on changing right from the word GO;viz., thought that I can paint like leonardo da vinci so a painter, wanted to be an army men, hotel management course, wanted to do modelling and acting(sounds hillarious)
explore world(?), wanted to play better than Bally Sagooo,etc.......
but engineer never thought of it...
But then:"they can conquer who think they can" and here I am,
after trying in some 16 odd industries to get placed;
working for A consulting company started in 1969 by JRD Tata.

Dad never asked me to join any bank,I think he was afraid that i might do some loot.Mom always supported and truted me;but other Jaggis always thought that I am of no useand so i proved them correct by not allowing them to make use of me and allowing myself to be in service for mankind.

There's nothing much I can tell about myself because being a very unexpected personI might go anywhere in the world for doing any stupid job.Beleves in giving back good to the society.

Currently staying in Mumbai and an employee of TATA Consultancy Services.Did Engineering from Oriental Institute,bhopal.Single;aged 23 yrs with no committed partner.S
trong Belief in Krsna.

*******Thats all Folks*******
This is me,Here I am.
" Perfection is achieved not when
there is nothing left to add,
but when there is nothing left to take away"
Regards
AJ /2001
Yamuna House
All Saints'.

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Welcome friends back in to my world..Hope this journey will be much fascinating and interesting then the last one and i live upto my expectations .And if u r visiting my blog for the first time,then i just love trespassers but ones with leaving comments.
2 more weeks had passed;but still i feel to move somewhere else..may be to some greenfield an open area where i can be alone with only me...me and my dreams,my life and my personna,a place and a situation where i cant find a reason to be born...A goal for which God has created me..one thing for which everyone is here in this arena;this world.Till then lets keep exploring places ,persons,geographys,food,culture and LIFE.
Keep rocking guys......
Its me AJ signing off with this thought for this post....
"Holding your head high, And being the best you know you can be When life seems to fall apart at your feet,Facing each difficulty with the confidence.That time will bring you better tomorrow's, and never giving up, .........means confidence.

My Life in Bombay

So, five months have passed when i first kept my foot in mumbai for my first JOB-first project.Since then life has gone from many unexpected ups & down. In all i have shifted to five different places in bombay,met many different characters and gone thru a new experience.
People in this part of the world are always in a hurry; running everytime; running where?i dont know...running from themselves?or running after something..some materialistic thing ..cant say coz everyone has got his own priorities. But tell me is there something more important then living your life, admiring the beauty of this place created by the Almighty. Have experienced different situations in a very small span of time,first the bombay roads were hit by terrible Rainfall and then bombayites hit by terrible RDX-the bomb....but u just cant ignore the enthusiasm and strength of these guys..no matter what goes on in the world, these guys just cant stop and that should be the spirit of life..living life..king size..
More to add,is my personnal exp in this Yantra Park-TCS office..learnt lot and still needs to learn lot from diff guys over here..EveryBody is different and that keeps me interesting in knowing more about them,their views,their lifestyle,their way of living life and looking at it.....
In the end of this post i just need to mention names of those guys with whom i have shared my room /my place in this which is called Shanghai of India-MUMBAI ...thanks Dude for making my life bit simple and bit difficult to live...enjoy!!!!

hotels-mohit vashisht(chandigarh)
millat nagar/lokhandwala-javed bhai and munnu bhai(bhopalis)
thakurdwar/charni road-ayush agarwal(bhopal),mayur chowksi(gujrat),shantaraam raikar(goa),
gaurav parekh(nagpur) and neerav(nagpur)
hillgarden/thane(W)-Santosh nanda(nagpur),prashant & prakhar chaturvedi(kanpur),gaurav jain
(nagpur), prashant rudrawar(coke)(parbani), vinay patel(narsingarh),
prasanna kumar(chennai)........

God Bless You all and to Me also
See this same page for my next post!!!!!
AJ

hare krsna

hare krishna hare krishna
krishna krishna hare hare
hare rama hare rama
rama rama hare hare !!!!!

keep chanting the name of lord if you want to be blessed ....
keep chanting the name of lord if you want to be satissfied....
keep chanting the name of lord if you want peace.....
Krishna is always there with you ever and forever
Believe in Krishna $ urself...and you will touch success

hare krsna.....

Me & My Life

Struggle was always my best friend right from childhood..tasted success but after working a bit hard...now into a numero uno organization ,still incomplete
searching for something and looking everywhere....
This world is pretty big and time is running like Micheal Johnson in 100mt.....
many things to do in this life only and seems 24X7 is pretty less.....
hope ill continue my journey ever and ever and ever.......
Cheers!!

Thanks god ,mama and papa.