tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19804756529035890592024-03-19T21:06:03.679-07:00I did'nt start the FireSouravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-41219837063884605252009-11-05T21:53:00.000-08:002009-11-05T23:07:24.064-08:00Hall of FameOctober 21, 6.30p.m. i lost one of my classmates. I knew that it was coming, he knew that, we all knew that, cause science nowadays have given us the power to forecast fate quite accurately. so there was no grief, nothing to feel bad about and even if there had been any, he asked us not to shed tears. So we didn't. and that was it. So this is not about him and how he died, but about what he taught us at a time when we could never even dare to gather the strength to have a dream. But he had a dream ...and he was pretty happy with that. and so he smiled till the end. I questioned myself what had I done that can bring smile even at that point of one's life? <br><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-7d38bae4f18d1098 height=266 width=320 contentId="7d38bae4f18d1098"></OBJECT><br><br><br />Well I printed a copy of some remarks made by some people and handed it to him. Believe me that's all i did. All these people were complete strangers to him, yet they all asked him to get well asap and that very notion made him happy even though he knew that he will never ever have the chance to meet them. Those were my friends! well actually Virtual Friends and i had the chance to know them at a place which actually don't exist at all. <br><br>These r the people who had taken up the daunting task to make others feel that they mean a lot to them even though they do not know the person at all. But they trust. They trust the trust of others and they never turn their back. they stretch out their hands and say that they will be there, and they do. they silently pray for complete strangers, they fight for lost causes and they stand in times of injustice and if u listen very carefully u can actually hear them say .... <br><br>i will care about u no matter what happens. no matter we don't know each other, no matter we will never meet, still i will care about u, now and always. that is what dreams r made of and this is how dreams should be. i will be there for u when u don't need me, and i will be there at all those odd places and spaces where u hide to endure all the pain. i will not let u keep any secrets, no matter how much u hate me for that, cause now i know what u meant when u said 'no matter'. cause i am your friend no matter if u like it or not., and that is what friendship is all about.<br><br> they r the change makers, they r The truth and I am truly honored to have them in my 'Hall of Fame.' <br><br>Gosh! I so want to be a fraction of what they r and what they do day in day out. .Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-88482239195584993642009-09-14T19:09:00.000-07:002009-09-26T15:30:42.223-07:00Celebrating LifeI will try to keep this short. I am sharing this because one of my very close friend has asked me to do so. He may not have much time left yet he is very happy. When i told him about u and how we all have bad days once and often, all he wanted is to share this video with u. He has asked me to translate the lyrics for u, cause this is in Hindi ... and also to highlight the words in Hindi so that u all can have the essence of some particular words and not only the overall feel and can relate to the lyrics while u listen to it. I have tried to do my best and hopefully u all will understand. I don't know whether this will change anything but I do believe that this will bring him hope. ...and ....that's all ....<br><br><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGv6tj1YRs8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGv6tj1YRs8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br><br> and as he said that he will be blessed to have the opportunity to share this with you... his dreams... the way it is ..Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-87243145697212533172009-08-14T20:21:00.000-07:002009-09-03T19:31:05.614-07:00Independence Day<div align="justify">Today is our independence day. At about 62 years back, we achieved something that many had thought to be an impossible task, reprimanding the effects of the mighty East Indian Company and raising the flag of freedom. So many people died, so many gave their soul; just to make this a better place to live in and so we celebrate; One of my students asked - should we believe in the notion 'Forgive and Forget' and move on towards a happier tomorrow or just stay right here, right now, feeling this present at its best and believe that there is nothing called a better tomorrow? Can we really move on with time and forgive? or will we do justice to those who gave us this gift of freedom of speech by just letting it go? We cannot forget the past. we cannot forget the sacrifices, we cannot forget our roots, we cannot forget where we belong - so there comes no question of forgiveness. We cannot forgive until we are ready to forget and when we are ready to forget we are ready to lose our soul. and we are ready to lose our Heroes.</div><div align="justify"></div><br><br><div align="justify"><embed style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 252px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIE4oE5UCEM&hl=" width="306" height="252" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /></div><div align="justify"><br><br>Is this day an expression of our own identity or is it a part of a global phenomena, that each and every country nourishes. So many faces, so many names and they all did what they thought was right. they raised their voices, they demanded an answer and though they bled they still won.<br />and now there is new blood, new aspirations, new policies but there is still a lingering ray of hope that shines among the few who does the same thing that the Great ones once did. There is no need to fight for independence, there is no need to raise our voices, but still they do; to preserve the gift, to preserve independence and to make changes to curb the possibilities of self-deprivation and mass degeneration. They are the people who are making the changes, silently but efficiently; they are the people who are still raising their voices sparingly but passionately; so they are the new Heroes and so salutations to them and what they do and happy independence day to all. I wish i could have been a half of what they are. I am not. But I do know them. That also counts. </div>Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-45215457526169334802009-07-02T20:28:00.000-07:002009-07-02T20:28:39.658-07:00I did'nt start the Fire: Friends<a href="http://imagine-sourav.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#links">I did'nt start the Fire: Friends</a>Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-88251822482404273092009-07-02T20:12:00.001-07:002009-07-02T20:26:41.644-07:00Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixH8K7QeHDrg2EeeUV7Gnioo-Iy2JS6Q69GRvmJgUxtz-OFQfFnNUwkyhUZqISlHjsMbDlvZOcNZjbGVbdp_ZS5vdBzVECxdAES24PBd35f3aVTJJKnRE6xyEtReSk-8rzQn1o0f7ARusl/s1600-h/friendstagged.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354066719000715698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixH8K7QeHDrg2EeeUV7Gnioo-Iy2JS6Q69GRvmJgUxtz-OFQfFnNUwkyhUZqISlHjsMbDlvZOcNZjbGVbdp_ZS5vdBzVECxdAES24PBd35f3aVTJJKnRE6xyEtReSk-8rzQn1o0f7ARusl/s320/friendstagged.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="justify">I was just passing by and I don't know how or why i decided to make a stop. but that stop gave me something i never knew had existed before. its a place where u can just get in and meet some awesome people (no sorry not awesome something beyond that ) and it was called www. now when i know that they r present it makes me feel a lot better to be in this world not just for me but for those people who had dedicated their lives to do something , make a change or just simply helping out or should i say reaching out to put a smile on the faces of others irrespective of caste , breed or color or race.<br />who r they? r they for real? or i just dream of them! God knows. whatever, they r just simply beyond comparison. let me name a few ... <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Andrea;-</span></strong>a star by herself. <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Ani</strong>:-</span>the pivot of truthfulness <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Leatrice</strong>:-</span>the only thing she knows is to make others happy and is a very good writer as well . <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Walt</span>:-</strong>moody but most caring <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Manuela</strong>:-</span>the most enthusiastic<strong> <span style="color:#ffcc66;">Karen:-</span></strong>an avid supporter of godliness <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Jennifer:-</span></strong>a bundle of joy <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Michelle DeFelice</span></strong>:-Always to do the right thing <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Michele Rodriguez</span>:-</strong>never ever afraid to speak out <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Lee Dorse</strong>y</span>:-cool calm and caring <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Kendra:-</span></strong>devoted and confident <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Kathryn:-</span></strong> blend of ecstasy and delight <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Jaime:-</span></strong>Jazz artist and harmonious by nature <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Leonardo:-</span></strong>trendy and always up-to-date <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Chri</span>s:-</strong>never say never again <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Debbie:-</span></strong>thoughtful and gentle <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Maria:-</span></strong>considerate and kind <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">James:-</span></strong>the teacher <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Carol:-</span></strong>The Outspoken <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Jean</span> :-</strong>the righteous <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Clarita Zarate</span>:-</strong> singer and composer <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Virginia El Reda :-</span></strong> wholehearted and blissful <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Phillippe:-</span></strong> buddy <strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Amitabh:</span></strong> - sheer pleasure to be with and there r so many more.<br />i have a cousin named <strong>Rohini </strong>who absolutely adores all of them and actually keeps track of their activity in a journal which i call "the little black book". as i see her grow i know that it is very wrong to say that the future generations r mechanical and too methodical; rather they feel much more than we do and they know how to give respect, the only catch is, u have to earn them and not take it for granted. i am not on her list and i am trying very hard to sneak in by bribing her with chocolates and ice-cream. but she is not buying it. she loves to play piano and i am going to give one to her if she adds my name there... </p>Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-87175390841097525972009-02-16T17:25:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:18:17.882-08:00Darfur - So Close to Heaven<div align="justify">We can sleep all too well when we feel that we are in control of everything and anything that are dear and nearer to us. We pretend that we cant see and feel proud by doing what can be done provided it does not cross our comfort zone, and boy how we relish our underperformances! Someone once asked me " what is your range?" and I said "how much do u want it to be?" he said " so u can increase your imagination" and I said "Yes". ........................... that was the big pause he had taken just before his Last words "so why r u content. u could have also saved me." He died with a bullet hole while I was busy dressing for a party. And I was thinking to myself that - It was not under my jurisdiction. I had the power but I did nothing other than closing my eyes. I was content. I was wrong. What about You? </div><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzrIPHk231L6n2bPM_cWCdMrrczXGLwG0ghIESsYxHQoIFF0s7CSGb2354LRiSvjg6UhvQc0F0OZb94I8fElQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><strong>"People having natural powers to influence must bear a greater responsibility than any other"<br /></strong>-Quoted from ... I don't know, someone must have, someone somewhere always does<br /><strong>The Children of Darfur are calling you. Doesn't matter if u pretend not to listen. They r still there and they r still calling.</strong><br /> </p>Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980475652903589059.post-87633655183278467202009-02-14T14:17:00.000-08:002009-02-14T16:26:35.297-08:00A shot from darkness<p align="justify"><strong>it was always burning... so true or so false. actually who cares! Guess I was never a blogger and this is somehow new to me so if u guys mind, I cant actually help your cause. But truly speaking, I stumbled upon a posting which made me confused, so much so that I decided to fly. It was a crossfire between passion and anger to that extent that it burns, yet in a way it is so soulful. Have u guys ever experienced thought generated from not your heart or your mind but from your soul. If not please visit</strong></p><p><a href="http://randomstorm.blogspot.com/"><strong>http://randomstorm.blogspot.com/</strong></a><strong> - "I want to be me" and " Missing you, my love"</strong></p><p><strong>or</strong></p><p><a href="http://bidishas.blogspot.com/"><strong>http://bidishas.blogspot.com/</strong></a><strong> - "OK to delete"</strong></p><p><strong>So I was right? wasn't I....</strong></p><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzEZaTWGkIJJOeAPGsnF46zxCiiP26dNusjwJhzp2nJ9bPjDxghhEpJpMIXJtFVJms7iOkobcN0Bn0qZ3jhNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="justify"><strong>I think I should try this 'Art of Living' though I am not sure what will I gain! What the Hell! Can't comment before trying, Can I? If nothing happens-still can always praise the Smile........ So, So long.</strong></p><p align="justify"><strong>Godspeed. </strong></p><p> </p>Souravhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04370344981342836963noreply@blogger.com0