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Thursday, 1 October 2015

Sun and the earth

*I know u people have read lot of versions of this poem here's mine.I hope the one for whom I have written will understand what I have written...

They were standing in the balcony after their usual fights,once again Suraj had tried to convince her but it was a hopeless job.
As much as they love each other their was no way Nahan would even consider going against,the Law of the society she was born in. The law clearly states
"An untouchable like her must not touch anyone from a higher class".and even though Suraj had brought her to a place far away from her society and family, in a different world She could never forget her roots.
After a long silence the wind finally start breaking
‘Have you heard about the poem of the sun and the earth?’ Nahan asked Suraj.

‘No,’ said Suraj with a seductive grin, corning a little closer to her. ‘But I’d love to hear it’

‘Apparently the earth sometimes thinks of the possibility of coming closer to the sun,’ said Nahan. ‘But she can’t do that. She is so base and his brilliance so searing, that she will cause destruction if she draws him closer.’

(What now?)

‘I disagree,’ said Suraj. ‘I think the sun burns only as long as the earth is close to him. If the earth wasn’t there, there would be no reason for the sun to exist.’

‘The sun doesn’t exist just for the earth. It exists for every single planet in the solar

‘Isn’t it really the sun’s choice for whom he chooses to exist?’

‘No,’ said Nahan, looking at Suraj, melancholic. ‘The moment he became the sun, his calling became higher. He does not exist for himself. He exists for the greater good of everyone. His luminosity is the lifeblood of the solar system. And if the earth has any sense of responsibility, she will not do anything to destroy this balance.’

‘So what should the sun do?’ asked Suraj, his hurt and anger showing on his face. ‘Just waste his entire life burning away? Looking at the earth from a distance?’

‘The earth isn’t going away anywhere. The sun and the earth can still share a warm
friendship. But anything more is against the laws. It is against the interests of others.’

Suraj turned away from Nahan in anger. Feeling nothing, he looked up at the skies, towards the gods he did not believe in.

(Dammit! I love you it's that simple and that complicated )

He banged the balcony railing with his powerful fist, dislodging some bricks and stormed off.

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Actual Exchanges Between Pilots And Control Towers.

Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise reduction turn right 45 Degrees."

TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"

Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"


From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f-ing bored!"

Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"

Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f-ing bored, not f-ing stupid!"


O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."

United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this...I've got the little Fokker in sight."


A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long rollout after touching down.

San Jose Tower noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able.

If you are not able, take the Guadelupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
A Pan Am 727 flight, waiting for start clearance in Munich, overheard the following:

Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"

Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."

Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"

Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war!"


Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"

Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."

Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?"

BR Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers."


The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.

Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206 clear of active runway."

Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven."

The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.

Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"

Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."

Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?"

Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark, -- And I didn't land."


While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going? I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?"

"Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"

Saturday, 19 September 2015

Gurgaon the hell on earth

Eons ago, a council of Devas assembled in Svargloka. The issue at hand was something serious, because even Brahma was present, seated as he was at the head of the council, flanked on either side by Lords Vishnu and Shiva. Presently, Indradev rose and announced the agenda of the meeting. He said “All of us know that Manushya has lost the true path, Dharma is getting destroyed and yet Manushya is doing nothing about preserving and propagating Dharma. All Dev-ganas are aware that we had formed a special Investigation team (SIT) to get to the bottom of this issue. I now invite the SIT Chief, His lordship, Agnidev, to present the findings of the investigation. AgniDev, now took the center stage. In a blazing voice, he announced “Dharma is getting destroyed because Manushya has forgotten that his Karma in the present life will lead him to Svarga or Narka. He has forgotten that there are powers beyond his reach, powers beyond his comprehension that still exist in the world. My dear Deva-ganas, there is only one way to bring manushya back to the path of Dharma, and that is to remind him that Narka exists and that unless he mends his way, he will suffer in Narka for eternity.” All Deva-ganas stood up and applauded Agnidev and the SIT for this recommendation. Now, Brahma-Dev rose and in a booming voice announced “I curse that the manushya jaati will see Narka everyday for the rest of their life, so that they understand the need to stay on the path of Dharma”

And thus was born the city of Gurgaon, or more specifically, the highway that leads from Delhi to Gurgaon. There are no words in the English dictionary to describe the range of emotions that one feels while driving on this swanky, yet perennially jammed highway as millions of commuters, spend a good part of their morning trying to weave a path that will lead them to the Narka called Gurgaon at the earliest. Gurgaon (and the NH8 that leads to it) are much worse than Narka to be honest. Even Narka is governed by a set of laws. But here in Gurgaon, no laws apply. Each man is on his own, or worse still at the mercy of the Rakshasas that go by the name of Gurgaon Traffic police.

The Rakshasa roopi-Gurgaon Traffic police play the part of ensuring that the quality of Narka continues to deteriorate every single day. One day, they block U turns, on other days, they set up roadblocks, on another day, they stop vehicles, in the middle of the road for checking documents and when all else fails, they grant the permission to screen MSG on a weekday, thus ensuring that the sinful Manushya-jaati suffers every single second and realizes that Dharma is the only true path. But that is not all, In Brahma’s curse, the Asuras also found an opportunity to harass the Manushya jaati. Thus, every single day, you will find fellow drivers, who honk incessantly, who park their vehicles on the highway, who jump lanes, who overspeed, who swear and shout, and as if all this was not enough, there are Mahishasur-types, who roll down their windows and play Punjabi hip-hop at full volume. Surely, this ought to ensure that Manushya jaati stays on the right track.

But that is not all, Indra-Dev as the convenor of the Dev-lok, took it upon himself to ensure that a back up plan to punish the Manushya jaati stays in place, if all else fails (The Rakshasas and Asuras are notoriously unreliable beings). Hence, Indra Dev ensures that it rains like there is no tomorrow in Gurgaon and at the same time, he conspires with Varun-Dev to ensure that he clogs the city, effectively submerging it, its inhabitants and the God-forsaken travellers to this city. In such a situation, vehicles are reduced to becoming boatsas they navigate through the submerged city, with potholes converted into subterranean crypts that lead to Patala Loka and whirlpools that frequently devour deviant manushyas.

And yet, the Manushyas continue to suffer with fortitude and courage. They know that suffering is their lot. They know that the Devas up above meant them to suffer so that they are never led astray from Dharma. Every day, millions of Manushya-ganas start from their abodes at an hour, when even the Devas rest in their loka, only to trudge through the rains, the traffic, the potholes, the Rakshasas and the Asuras to reach their workplaces, drained of all energy, only to encounter Ravanas and other Daityas in their offices that make their miserable lives intolerable.

Because thus was decreed the fate of manushyas.

* This article was send to me by an anonymous mail