I am IMin'!(vishesh)

lol :)
brb in 2.....
am back :)
yes??

ha,yes i have been chatting for the past three years or sumthin'.it all started of with yahoo! from then on...i have had a lot of interesting chats with a lot of people...have fought with a lot ...have forgiven and become frnds...but of late i have shifted more to goggle..have lost touch with the yahoo...too many memories and too boring....

but more than chatting it has been blogging of late for me....but chatting is spl in't's own sense..whenever you need a phone no...or say info...just catch someone online...you can't call a person at 11 for fun...but if they are on you can buzz 'em....you can also send 'em links and all and get going....now face bk has added a chat and am going to get to that...

so anyway gtg :)
catch ya later :)
tc :)

excuse me

its been more than a week since anyone posted! excuse me! anyone planning to post?

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missing sunday!!!(vishesh)

my sunday is gone missing,
it has left me thinking.

my sunday is gone missing
i am left wishing,
that it will think of appearing;
without it our lives will miss something
that can range from nothing
to charity giving,
to everything.


my sunday went bye-bye,
now thats not fair i haven't said hi!
sunday is a special day,
like and yet unlike monday
to succeeding day.
sunday is a special day,
unlike Saturday
the preceding day!

my sunday is not there,
any one out there,
to come with me and dare,
to see where
sunday went?

sunday is mostly a holiday,
that makes it a holy day.
does an absent sunday
mean an extra monday,
that i don't want-no way.

my sunday is missing
amd i am left thinking.

fav time-!(vishesh)

ha well i saw time :) and well this is what came to me first:

time and life

life is embedded into time-
life is a tool in time.
life is a mirror in time.
life is an illusion.

birth and death are cycle.
life is in a circle.
everyone seeks a pinnacle.
we need to trust our miracle.

time moves.
life moves.
the end has no end.
the start has no start.
in circle ,seeking the
pinnacle is the pilgrimage.
time the static force,
is an illusion.

hmm...then i saw time of the day? still thinking which one to say ...:P maybe be the time at school spent sleeping at the last bench? or midnight football?or blogging...still thinking...

reflections III(vishesh)

well here's what i feel about truth and lies....its not that i don't lie,but i try to avoid.I will not lie when it really matters.I don't care even if ti is life or death.I believe in telling the truth and being frank,but then sometimes you have to be more discreet,according to the situation.Why all this about truth,donno,just thought about this.Why do certain people lie.As a "kid" sometimes "adults" feel its alright to lie to.I am teen now and still you can find people not being all that straight on the face.I think telling the kids the truth will help get away from unwanted things.Now if the parents of kids who go around shooting has told the kids that ragging and teasing are a part of life and had been truthful in the efforts to help them out then there wouldn't have been problems...

but how truthful is the world to itself? we all lied to ourselves about so many things and now we face so many problems...

anyway here's a poem...

truth and lies

from nowhere came lives

and from no where come lies.

the truth is hardly to be spoken

lies are the best presentable token.

life has turned into full of gambits-

you cannot survive without wits.

truth and lies are knit,

so that they perfectly fit.

if you want to be,

the very best,

and have cash in the bank’s chest,

and push away from the rest,

then lies are the best.

if you want to be

the trusted friend-best,

then learn to guard people like chest,

and don’t push way calling them rest.

truth is the best.

truth has no form,

so people might think it is wrong.

we belong to a throng,

yet have to sing our own song-

for life isn’t too long,

and sometimes its just prong.

but till our swan song,

we need to believe truth will live along.

or life’s worth will be gone.

this is one of fav songs:-

reflections-II (vishesh)

these are reflections to whats happening around the country.(yup yup...you know it is ...its a matter of the tongue..) i know many of you live in Mumbai and i am the only BUFer from Chennai,i might not be in the middle of things,but i have been reading a lot about it...so well here are my thoughts and what i think we need...

If not now maybe never.

in need for unity,

trying to forget animosity.

in need for comradeship

and love beyond friendship-

in the land of a billions,

the land which showed resilience-

to the empire which never set.

the land which did not rest

now has forgotten what is the best.
we are in search of a leader,

who is not a wager -

who will not gamble

with our preamble.

we built our land

with sweat in our hand,

now we fight our kind,

we have almost lost our mind,

we are in search of a leader,

who is a peace-maker.
all we ask for is one among

all in the throng

to rise and fight

be wise and protect our right.

we all are looking-searching

for one human being.

unity is something we never won,

though we import petrol-a million ton.

brotherhood is something bubble,

the US is ready to give us missile.

language has become our barrier,

KFC and Mc have hit our carrier.

we all are ready to pick a side,

we slaughter animals for their hide.

to ourselves we have lied,

chevy and ford have become our ride.

there are many filthy rich,

poor earn selling fish.

few indulge in champagne

others end up in political campaign.

we have left no one,

soon there shall be no son,

one-who will call this land home,

we all will then be left to moan.

brands have become world wide,

we will have no place to hide,

guns and barriers forged again,

everyone will have nothing but pain,

our homes will all be boo-thank you nuke,

if you have survived it is by fluke,

music will never be the same again,

we all will wonder why this bane-

on the brink of sanity,

unless we forget enimity,

we all shall die,

before we know why.

all we need is unity,

and we need a personality,

why not you ,

why not me,

are we to afraid

and counting fate?

this can be the last sing-song,

very few have done wrong,

there are lots with cloths torn,

while others have borne,

what a few have thrown.

We need a unity,

forget your eccentricity,

we have in our blood,

one common mud.

together we can rise and defend,

it maybe our last chance to mend.

poem originally posted here.

reflections (vishesh)

need i say anything?



isn't it beautiful?

btw.I have changed my "home"...well my blog address has changed - This is vishesh

india through lenses

my attempt at writing something funny and serious at the same time...:) jeez! this for a competition tomorrow..a tableau actually :)

india through the lenses
across times ages.
ruling the showbiz
and remembering our wiz.
mathematical was ramunja
and our great ruler was asoka.
more. is brila,
and beer is mallya.
we serve tea in a lotta
and most of us will be motta.

once we lived under akbar,
then under britisher ,
now we have the cricketer,
in future we will not have any pauper.
all our banks have locker,
and we will prove to the economic shocker.


we all will say tata to war
and drive away in a tata car.
we will relay through barthi,
invade through ambani
and dance through Madhuri.
Mittal will make more steel,
india's strenght is our wheel.
we will not kneel,
for we feel,
we know the right deal.


eating na parle,
kabadi hum khale re!
50-50 tasty,
20-20 we proved we are gritty.
we all feel pitty
for the nations that aren't witty.
we all know how to have looty,
we will dance to our own shruti,
for it is our party.

from the north to the south,
from the east to the west,
the mountains,the seas,
the forests will help us
flourish and become the best.
birds will build their nests,
animals can rest
when the sun dips west.

Buddha got light at gaya,
we believe in the theory of maya,
and bathe in Allahabadh at kumbhamela.
non-cooperation ended at churi chora,
frescos are at ajantha.
though we don't dance salsa,
In chennai we do jalsa.
our heart is in agra,
the world will look at us-india,
the land of ancient thought and idea.

though most are padipsu,
our interst is also there in sportsu.
sanai smashes aceu!
naraian na raceu,
shreeshant nale paceu,
Anand na chessu,
in all we can amazeu.
for future we have talents who promisu!

Our land is our religion,
India is our passion,
together we can help in the creation,
of peace
and help in the mitigation,
of violence and aggression.
peace is our mantra,
unity is our goal,
poverty will be a dream,
happiness will be our theme.


When in depression-
we turn to things which gave us salvation,
things which are based on discretion
our roots,our culture which will-
see the greatest amalgamation,
in the future will cause the greatest revolution.
the land of more than a billion
will do the herculean.

India- a name which inspires,
a name which nationalizes,
a name which dominates,
a name which Induces,
the symbol of alacrity,
a name which we salute
and which we will unmute,
through our flute,
the power of youth.

smile(vishesh)

smile
is style :)

in a smile a person expresses their whole life...i am not joking. the way a person smiles
they express what they have felt through out their life.even if they are happy at that moment or sad when the smile,behind the smile,their eyes tell you their tale.I always make friends after they smile :) It is easier to see them in their true light then.BUF :) became my friend after i saw all the smiling people here :) well i need to remind myself i am 16 a lot of times,for once i get into the grove with people,i become 6 and/or 60 :)


keep smiling .
stop whining:)
it not your thing,
it is not my thing,
it is our thing.
for it's a friend's loving :)

hello!wait a sec :) (vishesh)

a wish to many-
but all need to filled.
a duty to many-
but all need to filled.
What comes first,
what comes next?
in life,
order of precedence
is not preset.
The day can be damp and wet
or sunny and shiny :)
but what about the many
layers which i need to fill?
if i were to will all,
i need to grow a arm or two
more,i am tore
between to
many,that it is a too many to roar!

all right,i am not giving a excuse this time :) but seriously speaking,i am caught up between too many things...it is easier for me to post on my personal blog,because i can just like that write whatever comes to me(usually i do that).I like this place and all of you,i do try and make it over here on holidays,and yes i do read a lot of your posts on the feeds whenever i have time,but well i am usually to tired to think of a comment :)

well here is something from my blog :) its my latest post so :) ha! no i will leave you people with a story,which i wrote for a competition but never submitted this version,but still this version is what i like :
long hours crept by.there was a single flickering light,throwing shadows of monstrous proportions.I felt lost,among the virtual,immortal cloaks which have clung onto me.Their darkness,their depth,their shallowness in physic,their constant backpacking with me reminds me of my past.As a child i remember chasing them,they always won.They were my my fuel,my companion and my tutor.When i chased butterflies,they moved with me.When i raced the skies they joined me.

and here is a pic to all of you :)



see you around people !! :)

Keep Sparkling (Vishesh)

well it will be history and it is....but its beauty will keep sparkling in our memory :)

fresh !!(vishesh)

now fresh..

it brings to my mind fresh kapi..
fresh flowers...
fresh start...
fresh after a rain or shower..

fresh in the morning...
fresh after a cat nap in the afternoon...
fresh after sleeping in the class....
fresh after doing something good...
fresh after playing my violin...
fresh after writing poetry...
fresh after playing football....
fresh after talking to friends...
fresh after having a drink..
fresh after a swim...
fresh with fresh ideas..


It seems this fresh topic fresh is fresh enough to freshen me up!lol:)

and here is something super fresh for all of you :)



lol hope you like it :)

hello everyone!!

hello everyone!!!

been like a century since i posted here!sigh! at last got done with everything,to return here.Its always easier to post in some place in which you know ,you can make it snappy..but here i like to give my posts the kick,for well this is BUF.

i have about missed a couple of months,so i don't want to choose a topic and write on it....i think i will well try something new..

ha!wait i found out i have missed this,how blogging has changed my life.

well on a long shot as i have already mentioned it has helped.(Now don't ask whats this new idea of long shot!well i think long ranger,or on the whole,it is i mean here.)

i owe my good engleesh to eit!well m english was what shall we say,not thre yet,still gasping for water.
Then of course it has been a place where i can talk freely and well just post my poems :)

I have met a few well rather everyone i meet here is interesting...Get to know things...

got the idea of 6 degrees...well kinda there is to much to say about it...

i mean all you can say is the earth is spherical,and to try and describe every inch would take a millennium!

well will be around here from now (hopefully)!!

tc!

a lesson (vishesh)

this is going to be real short ;)

a lesson-after a long time thanks to so many different things,i learnt,we are humans and it is our nature,to be careful and try and hide.When we hide we need to fear,and fear leads to so many things.So it is better not to hide anything,just say everything,and there is nothing-no fear,just knowing things.....

a special post (vishesh)

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME i am breaking a rule properly @ BUF!

and well i know we aren't supposed to post immediately after update,but this is toooooooooooooo special a day.

Today is friendship day as all of know.

AND for between us friends ,this the first one.After all that went under the bridge during the past few weeks,we have proved that all of us can stick on whatever happens.

great minds think alike.

And so it is proved again.Even though a few of us had a little to say,our thinking is still in line with others.

Well i know i haven't put it properly ,but IT IS among us friends.!
it is a small world they say
it is a huge world i see.
it is a world of good and bad,
all that we feel is sad,
but when with friends,
it all gets smashed..........

oh,here we are so close
so dear to one and all,
in the is la petite world
here we wake from the dose
and feel away from remorse
among the people who have
life,with a big smile and a hug,
we chat and write like all
among us,it is between us,
the friends.we the
people of great minds,
it is among us the friends.

sa re ga ma pa....


what voices speak,
what we share in common
oh,la in this small space
the we live, life is full of fun.
It is for the sake of joy
it is what we are.
we cook from our cauldrons
everything so modern.
it is among us,it is between
us the friends.


da ne sa.......


in the noon till mid night
singing and dacing
all through day light
oh,yonder we swing
here and there,it
is for all thats between us,
among us the friends.


sa ne da pa ma...

everyone is special
everyone is with views
everything we share is a little clue.
everywhere we go,we shall spread,
we are the minds which think alike
we all have a heart and mind
that we share with everyone alike.

it is never too late,
lets be together for ever
come lets stay and share
for it is with us ,let us inspire
and create a world,let us
be united in mission and come
let the world see us as one.
sa ne da pa sa ne da pa.....
ma ga re sa.......


and here is a song for you all,and i guess this is the first time classical karnatic is seen in this blog:-






and let us be like this flower,plain,simple and beautiful.

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY FRIENDS !!!!

the greatest gift(vishesh)

IS YOU!!

for me the greatest gift is my life.Where i am.What i am doing.What i have done. ALL are gifts.
People who have forgiven me.
People who hate me.
People who dislike me.
People who think of some way to hurt me.
All are gifts.

One of the greatest gifts i have ever received is access to this blogosphere.LOVE YA ALL!

excuse me!

being the youngest member guess i to have a say!

well please will all of you get over it? the main reason i joined BU"F" was beacuse of the way it was run,now i am sorry to say i don't like whats going on! i log on and see a fight like this!excuse me people,what i all this? I though you all were friends? and do you bite at each other like this? COOL DOWN!!!! i have a question,why all this suddenly? it was running smooth and all! and suddenly everything bursts up!

one of the main reasons why i joined was because of Ishi and the way she ran the thing.Now if she is leaving,so am I. I have noticed many things,like people putting my posts into drafts and publishing thiers and all.I thought it was for fun,but now i question its real intent.Well one thing if you people are planning to say anything to me,go ahead, i don't care! but i know one thing,the founding members should be feeling bad about this,the joy i saw in their posts,was lost when more and more people came.!!!!!

virtual thoughts(vishesh)

It is very easy to write.Now i don't need to search for words on the keyboard.Like most topics over here,i go back down my short yet filled ,memory.There i was one day,yes,i was in ninth,when suddenly my friend IMed me.Though was a little startled by it,i understood this was "chatting".That was my intro,to the virtual world,but still i chatted only with friends and yes even now i have never entered a chat room.

But blogging,it all started when i hit upon my former school senior Tariq Rauf's blog.I found instructions how to make or rather start a blog.

Even in my blog,only my family members and a few friends commented.Then i hit upon THE visitor.
there is started,"the visitor" gives links to other blogs.From there i took on my commenting spree.I still remember the first time i had a full comment page length conversations in one of the blogs.

Well then everything else has been a story.Now i feel my blog is my second home.I read a lot of blogs.MAny which i became familiar during my boards.(BUF was also one such).

One thing which everyone will know is i am more of my self in the commenting sections.For me they aren't just words,the are expressions of humans,my fellow creatures' life.They Have a meaning and they hold something for me.

One thing about blogging is that everyone cares others.There is no fallacy , no one with the intention of taking your personal details and doing things.This is a place which i love.Here is there is no distinction between adults and teens and kids.All issues welcome comments from all.It is this that attracted me.Like many people in this sphere,i needed to express myself to the world.I wanted to communicate and tell my ideas and discuss them with the world.ANd this was the platform.


Funning thing this blogging is ,it has always got something for me.A blog a day,keeps boredom away.


Ha,i would like to write more,but if i do that it may become toooooooo much of a verbose.:)


i know most of in BUF ,since i have chatted with you.But there are a few i don't.Hope to chat with ya all toooo...:)





have a nice day :)

continued(vishesh)

i never knew it would.

But it has.I wanted to avoid it all these years,but the word,has brought it all back.

Here i am locked between two people i hardly know,yet ,yet...


________________________________________________________________

it had been a night a Saturday night,it too had struck 8.....

Back then,she could hear as well as feel.

She knew,the clock strikes 8,because the mobile vibrates.She had waited for a call,she knew cause she had told him that was the last way to reach her.Yet she knew it was worth less,the phone was useless,it had no screen to read the other persons lips.

_____________________________________________________________________


She felt uncomfie,cause she couldn't see what they were talking properly.yet she had heard him speak to her.HE had spoken in a tongue ,a one which she could her inside.He saw her,did he know?

what would he say if he knew?

it had been years since she heard her self speak.YET now she did.Even though he looked outside.They both spoke.They were taken into a world.She realised
,he must love me really.


The silence prevailed ,they both spoke through their hearts.

The car drew into the driveway.

HE got down.She followed suit and caught his hands......