Hosanna- Ek Deewana Tha new Single

Living in the Rahmanian era and not listening to his epics is so unruly. Listen to it and share your views :)

Hosanna- Ek Deewana Tha

PS: I am freaking addicted to this verse.

All copyrights owned by Original composer and Sony Music.

YouGoSocial- A Step Ahead in Social Networking

The panorama of Social networking is growing by leaps ands bounds . Updating status, Poking, sharing photos are becoming thing pf passe . People want new path-breaking experience in field of social networking.

Here comes the post with a flawless timing- Yougosocial..
At first glance Yougosocial might be misconstruing for a Facebook clone. That is, until you read the section headers. The basic profile is very basic with lists of would be friends, a chat box/ group, discussions, etc. The page includes blogs, videos, music, photos, classifieds, groups, events, forums etc. My opinion says that it has every basic content that every internet user is accustomed to now.
As I began to investigate the various sections, they caught the fancy of my eyes. The blogs for instance have featured blogs, and the ability to create your own. The videos are the same in that you can upload them from your computer or import them from Vimeo or YouTube. The music section gives you the ability to create albums, playlists, browse music, or upload your own. It’s a great way to discover new tunes, as well as give oneself a chance to be discovered. You can upload your own photos and set the privacy options according to your preference.
Groups are to YouGosocial as Pages are to Facebook , similar places where people with similar interests can commune for like thoughtful exchange of ideas. They can share ideas online or plan outings into the real world.. Events are direct replacements for Evite or event invites with Facebook. It provides all the tools needed to plan and schedule events including calendar, descriptions, send invites, etc. And finally, forums, polls, and Q&A are various sections for people to hang out and shoot the breeze(reminds of poking from facebook).
Their Alexa rank stands currently at 91,283.In a time where so many websites are taking aim at Facebook, Craigslist, or other popular sites by created new and improved versions, it’s nice to see someone come up with a real solution. Hence, You Go Social comes up with the next version of the web. It improvises the conventional ways people interact online and proposes something different- something better. Yougosocial provides their answer, but time can only tell.

Emptiness Rohan Rathore lyrics

Emptiness!!(Lonely) Rohan Rathore IIT Guwahati (Lyrics)



[tune mere jana kabhi nahi jana ishq mera dard mera..]










A song sung by ROHAN RATHORE from IIT Guwahati and he was suffering from cancer. He sang this song for Supriya a girl he loved more than anything and anyone in the world. Unfortunately she didn't return his love but this song was something he felt he had to do. He died just 15 days after recording this song. ( awesome song!! ♥ ♥ )


Oh love of mine, with a song and a whine,
You're harsh and divine like truths and a lie.
But the tale ends not here
I have nothing to fear
for my love is a yell of forgiving and hold on.

In the bright emptiness, in a room full of it,
is a cruel mistress - my heart!
I feel this unrest, that nests all hollowness,
for I have nowhere to go and I'm cold.

And I feel so lonely yeah...
There's a better place than this: emptiness.
And I'm so lonely yeah...
There's a better place than this: emptiness yeah...

Aa.. aa.. aa...

Tune mere jaana.., kabhi nahin jaana..,
Ishq mera, dard mera.. haaye..
Tune mere jaana, kabhi nahin jaana,
Ishq mera, dard mera

Aashiq tera...
Bheed mein khoya rehta hai...
Jaane jahaan....
Poocho toh itna kehta hai -

That I feel so lonely yeah...
There's a better place than this: emptiness...
And I'm so lonely yeah...
There's a better place than this: emptiness yeah... ya..

Aa.. aa.. aa...

/*English Translation of the Hindi Section of the Song*/

Tune mere jaana, kabhi nahin jaana, (You, my love, have never ever realized)
Ishq mera, dard mera (my love, my pain)
Tune mere jaana, kabhi nahin jaana, (You, my love, have never ever realized)
Ishq mera, dard mera (my love, my pain)

Aashiq tera... (Your lover)
Bheed mein khoya rehta hai... (remains lost in the crowd)
Jaane jahaan.... (My dear love, wherever ...)
Poocho toh itna kehta hai - (... asked, he just says ...)

That I feel so lonely yeah...
There's a better place than this: emptiness.
And I'm so lonely yeah...
There's a better place than this: emptiness yeah...

Here is the Download link of the song:http://bit.ly/rohan_rathore

Met a girl n thought she was grand!!

Last day of 3^rd semester. Everybody around was jubiliant as next 40 days were assured to be fun filled. Same was in my mind n soul. 4 dayz later had a train back to home. All friendz had left before  n I was the last to go home n it became a ritual for me to leave last (i too dont know the reason..). boarded the train as scheduled n after a marathon journey of  pathetic 29 hrs. Stepped down at Delhi at 5:30 pm. Delhi’s chill had started wrapping into its engulf by that tym. Had a connecting train to Alwar at 9:00 pm. Fog n mist were in the air thus making the surroundings more cold n lovable(i was freezing though!!!... :P). Felt an deep urge to have a coffee but decided to postpone d plan n put my headphones n starting glancing through novel “Chicken soup for the soul” sitting on one f the busiest railway platforms of India. Crowd n noise around were really annoying .Things went on and after 20 minutes or so, a feminine voice distracted me from my reading delight. I looked up and away from the book  and found a girl of age 22 something(m predicting a female’s age... commiting a cardinal sin... :P) was standing n uttered “plz will u remove ur bag from the bench!!”. I had kept my bag also on the bench as if my Dad has brought me the railway bench along with the ticket. I removed it , she made space for herself and sat next to me with her handbag between both of us. Clad in lavender suit she appeared as a student of some reputed Management school. Plz dont look for description of that gal,, describing  a girl is not my cup of tea...i can only say tat she was pretty.. hehehe.. anyways, i  tried to concentrate back to my book reading. My phone rang n it was mummy enquiring about my well being n talked to me for about 2-3 minutes. I was about to keep my phone back into pocket n the gal sitting next to me broke the ice n chirped  in her low pitched voice..”kya tym ho rha h abhi??”. I replied “ its 6:30”. “OMG!!... i have a lot more time to wait for my train”... she said.  I smiled n went back to the book. then again she interrupted in my book reading n asked “where r u goin??”. Got frustated to hear this n hiding my frustation I replied “Alwar”. She said ‘ok”..not being rude i also asked “where r u goin??”. “m going to Guwahati”.. she said smiling. I also smiled back. We both had to travel alone but for me it was a affair of just 3 more hours to Alwar but she had a long way to go. Anyways at tym mist of cloud couldn’t resist more n bursted in form of rain showers. This winter rain of Delhi reminded me of “November Rains” one of the classiscs of Guns n Roses. Though I was sittin under TIN shade but water was dripping outta small crevices in the tin shade so had to search for ssafer palce for shelter. I lifted my bag n she too felt the same n came along with me. After searching for 5 minutes we both went into a the nescafe coffee outlet at platform which serves as a best CAFE ala CARTE in our college. Now, I was happy to have a company of someone atleast fo some time.... (contd.)..

PS1: wat happnd in coffee shop to b followed in next post.

PS2: this incidence has no relavance with my life anymore. As its ending will suggest the same,which is up for next post.

A Saga Called BAJA SAE INDIA 2010...we the MOTOHOLICS(our team name)!!!

Remembering  the time which makes me drowned into memories sometime.....

A team of 19 lads lead by a smart n silent captain Jai C Shah(JAI da), were on a quest to build an ATV(all terrain vehicle) most f u may kno it by name of “Dune Buggy”, all for the sake of asia level competiton BAJA SAE 2010(for whom these 2 words r greek n latin.. i’ll explain it later). Work started in a proper manner to gv a crafting shape to our car. Design, ergonomics, fabrication had to be done to meet out the minimum requisite to take part into the competition. Things went on  n we had mere one month left out to finish off with more than 70% of the job still left. Let me first introduce u all to our team.

Jai da                                                              all r final yeras

Gaurab dutta(GSD)

Vishwas(Garu)

Aabhas(gujju)

Arnab

Amrutho(nandu)

Nipun

Abhilash

Partha pratim(partho)

Bhaskar(anna)

Dushyanthan(dushi).... the only srilankan guy in our team

Amarnath

Febin(e)                                                                       iiird yrs

Dhayvat

Sayak(boka)

Arpit(pitto)                                                                  iind yrs

Ashit(oye!!!... its me)

Marut(h)i  (Mohammad)

Ramaditya(khutta, abdullah)

Well our car churned out after stupendous  intelligenc f our final yrs dedication n hard work by all of us. Spending slpless nyts in the Mechanical Engg. Wrkshp had bcame a chore for many of our bhai logs. After gruelling 1 month in wrkshp ,finally the last nyt in our wrkshp arrivd. All final yrs wanted to finish it off in a different way(being their last yr in clg). At around 7 in the eve Partho sir cam wid a fizzing idea n eventually idea burstd out ”oye!!! Mote(GSD) beer ho jaye aaj raat...”.. many dull eyes sparkled instantaneously hearing this thought. .....”abbeyy sahi bola..” all said in unison(non drinkers also included!!!).. GSD in his same bangladeshi styl  responded”abi kaam krne de ... raat ko dekhte h”.... mann me to GSD k b laddoo phoot rhe theyy :P.  Finally around 9:30 GSD texted to d whole team inquiring abt the brand of beer n asking for money(collecting all rokda was his expertise!!... FM in disguise:P).. at around 11:30 bag full of alcohol arrived into the wrkshp. All work came to stand still for some tym...as many rules unwantedly imposed by college authorities were about to b broken(smoking n drinking in college premises is not allowed,, the most funniest was “Girls r not allowed into boyz hostel without a valid NITW ID card” ;P)...finally around 11:30 pm showtime arrived... first of all each one lyk crazy fox grabbed his bottle f beer. Then Aabhas sir was d first to open up the pop. N without waiting for  a moment all bottles were topless.. :P.. had a huge shout f Cheers .. cheers seemed more loud n clear as it was lyk accomplishment f some feat... GAADI bannne wali thi.... BUDWEISER was showing its effect as DHAYVAT sir n ARPIT started eating up ours... AABAHS sir was too at his best he took  a small iron rod n said”bada bhaari h.... lagta h maaruti ka h!!!” ..... all bursted into laughter n face of Arpit(reason cant b mentioned here) was to be noticed at that tym... things went on ... all BAKAR was at its highest... 1 hr later all resumed back to work...

PS: rest of the happenings in later posts...till then njoy reading...

Tryin out....

guyz for the first tym  trying my newbie hands into Personal Blogging!!!...
PS: read b/w the line whatever I write.... nahi to baat slip ho skti h...lol... hav fun-reading...

The Ode to Endless Ladder!!!

The ladder never ends. As you climb up rungs and live under the illusion or fallacy that you’ve secured one more victory in life, you look skywards and realize the ladder just got longer, the end somewhere out of sight, beyond the clouds…

All your life you can keep climbing the ladder in the quest to reach the top and never get there! This can be perceived in two ways – the optimist’s dream and the pessimist’s nightmare. The optimist sees this as ambition – a way to push oneself towards achieving more and more. The pessimist knows that this means being insatiable – never satisfied with what one has in life.

While on the way up, a hand may be extended at you for help. Grab it and help, because one good turn deserves another. Once you are higher, you might need a helping hand yourself. It is also true that at every rung scaled, a mad multitude of hands will crop out of nowhere to rip, drag & pummel you down. For just as one person’s manna is another person’s poison, likewise the success of one indeed poisons the minds of many. While many take joy in the success of one, there are others who do not think of how to replicate such success for themselves but plot how to displace the one who’s higher up somewhere on the ladder. Terminally, the seeds of misery are sown & the chalice of woe tipped over. No one emerges a winner. But in the Almighty’s courtyard, there will be justice for all. For one cannot wage a war against one’s destiny, and what is fated to happen shall play itself out.

Is it the need to survive that drives many to entrench self & others in miseries of their own making? A lesson needs to be learnt - Survival is not the sole mantra. Surviving peacefully, with contentment & without malice towards others is! And this will give you what no amount of wealth or fame can provide – adoration & respect of loved ones and the greatest treasure of them all – Happiness.

Therefore, live the optimist’s dream. Keep climbing, irrespective of the hands clawing at you. And while you’re at it, have tones of fun :)