Birthday Wishes for Someone Special..!

The person is one in hundreds and thousands.

I have been knowing Dr. Pankaj K. Sahani since January 2007 and I remember how our bonding has grown up..!!

That time he was just Mister, and now he is a Doctor (don't confuse with a medicine-wala, he is a Graduate from WII. I found Pankaj ji,(well Pankaj Bhai is what I love calling him) in one of those many crazy social networking sites and soon Pankaj Bhai got transformed from a stranger to a "just-chat-friend" (we had lots of arguments and those countless fights without any noble cause..huh, we both are for sure big nuts), then a good friend and slowly a very close friend, and now a fatherly image, a brother in far-off land, a great philosopher, a big-time stress buster and not just this much one of my secret-confiders.

He is a gem of persons, with equal number of vices as that of virtues, with a heart of sweet candy, a whacky touch to all worries,a brevity with brain, a hunk with lesser punks and junks, a typical angry young man, hard like a Cocus nucifera shell from outside but softer and whiter inside with a real knack for many common things, that we share- music, camera, photography, nature, birds, trees, flowers, orchids and not the least the endless jabberings.

I cherish this pen-friend of mine. He is just more than a friend. God bless him with all happiness and good things of world.

These lines of Thomas Hood I would love to dedicate for Only and Only Our dear Pankaj Bhai-

"I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs, where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburmum on his birthday,-
The tree is living yet."

~Loving
Amri

Veruca salt....

Veruca Salt... Veruca Salt..
What's her fault..what's her fault..
She was a hollow nut..
So,Wonka's squirrels kicked her butt..
Down she went...
through the dark bent...
Into the chute..
Of course not made of Jute..!!

Veruca Salt...Veruca Salt..
Being too greedy is your fault..
MUM and DAD..
Are now sad...
With her fat tummy,
Screamed Veruca's mummy...
But all in vain..
As she was going to get the pain..
Just a push...
And there she goes...
Without any rush..
Into the chute...
sliding with her enormous butt...!

Daddy has no option but just to follow
Into the dark hollow...
No pillow...
No willow...

Miss Salt is a spoiled brat
Oh yea..She will soon smell like a rat..
Chased by some stray cat..
Without any classy hat..!!

Dark and dark...
Without a spark...
Down they go..
While Oompa-loompahs make ha..ha..he..he..ho..ho..!!
And there stay the three Salts...
It's there wonka factory's halt...!

~ Amtrips

(inspired from the bedtime-readings of Roald Dahl's Charlie and Chocolate Factory)

And My Experiments with Camera Still Continues..!

"In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. "
~Aaron Rose


And my experiments with my camera still continues...!!
The title to this abstract shot may sound weird.. Can't help it.

Though I hardly get time from my daily household cores and job and thus the roller-coaster schedule of a typical day in a metro-life, I somehow managed to play with my old pal " My camera" . I had been to somewhere for shopping just to take out my frustration and had purchased this hanging lamp sometime back in Dec,2008. But I will still address it as " My new Lamp shade" for it got the chance to light my house just a few days back). This new member in my house has become my latest fashion and mania and I just can't stop gazing at it and playing with its switch and plug.. It forced me to open my wardrobe, take out my shutter-machine and make those lovely sounds- Click.. Click... One more Click... And one more and one more...!!

I have realized one thing, my passion for photography has not died.. just that it has stopped growing for the time being... It needs light, fresh air and water to grow once again..

My passion with getting a DSLR Cam still lives within me...

Current Mood: Feeling Good.

Ms. Ganguli Baaii....!

Ganguli Baaii went up the hill
To collect the rare orchid
Seeing her enormous travel bill
Fifi was in desperate need...
Of a massive shock-proof
As he knew GB was going to jump from the roof..!!

Ganguli Baaii went to the circus
And there she made a fuss
Seeing the lion dance,
Her feet didn't miss the golden chance..

While she shook her booty
Guys in the crowd enjoyed the tutti-fruity..!!
I like to move it.. move it...
She likes to move it ..move it...
The song was on..
Lions danced, and so did Ganguli-Baaii
But alas

And she fell down on the floor
Like an Elephis on roll..
Hit a huge pole
And that made scary hole
On the circus floor
~GB

(pic from internet)

A matter of the dark night.

As I lit the cigar,
I knew I'm going to fag.
This fag is gonna drag -
My steps....

Close to myself,
Close to my loneliness.
Far from the fake world,
Far from my cup of tea "Chai."
Near to you
And just few steps
Just few more steps..!!

As this cigar dies out,
The woman inside me cries out,
Ah! alas!! See the darkness of failure
See the face of the loser..
Standing in front of the mirror
I have realized..!!
I am speaking to the moving fag...

It laughs at me....
Ha..ha.....ha..ha...
It echos in the dark
Whispering in my ears
"You are a loser...!!
And you must die."
So, I lit another death light,
Its a matter of the dark night.

-Amtrips
26th Jan'10
0229 hours GMT

Secret Desire part 1

The dilemma in my life still pervaids.. once it was D, now its past...! Once its was getting married to Chai, now its how to maintain the relation. I am sick and tired of convincing and getting convinced. Once it used to be my studies and just studies...!! huh I wonder, why the hell i ever grew up. I hate adulthood; associated with menstrual cycles every month, the battle of earning livelihood, the scary feel of losing yourself in battle of life, the cramps of a past which still haunt at dark nights when i sleep alone in my bed as if someone is hitting me with a sharp Dagger, the pain of losing my own home, the agony of being a hopeless, the apathy of maintaining the fake relations which hurts me a lot and where i feel so insignificant... the trauma of being a loser and failure and making all my folks ashamed of me...!!

I wasn't this... Where am I? Where is my inner self? Where is my will power lost that i used to fight all odds? Who m I now? Mr.X's daughter... Mr. Y's ex-lover or Mr Z's wife...!! huh Mr. zero's daughter-in-law...!! I am sick and tired.. I am broken .. I feel deserted and vulnerable....!! I am scared that I have to kill myself a day...!!

And leave him behind with no gains in life and zillions of pain..!!

I have become a "poison ivy" for him...!! And it resonates in my lonesome gloomy room-"you have to die... and die and just die...!! "
haaaa...ha......(a pain inside, eyes watery and throat stuck with no words)

"Kill me' oh my Brutus...!!!"

Happy Children's Day??

"All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
~Pablo Picasso

It Continues from my blog Fotographia when I posted saying Happy Children Day. Huh... Is it so in real?

Whenever we think of children, the first thing that comes to our mind is innocence and naivety. A child is the purest form of a human being as he is not yet molded by the harsh realities of life.It was 14th November 1889, when Jawaharlal Nehru(Chachaji, pet name for the country men) was born . As a tribute to Nehru and his love for children, Children’s Day is celebrated on his birth date.This day reminds to each and every one of us, to renew our commitment to the welfare of children and teach them to live by their Chacha Nehru’s quality and dream. on his Day, we celebrate the day of life, innocence and naivety...!!

Oh yes we all celebrated Children's day till we were in school, then why can't we do the same now..!!But do we really do it? I haven't since many years, I guess 10 years by now. I have lost my childhood somewhere in the midst of higher studies, in the fight of being the topper in all battles, in the butter churn of the social dramas...
Adopt a orphan kid, give a home to a abandoned, spend time with kids, give a pencil to each to learn to write and dedicate a part of your life to make them educated, civilized and socialized... Stop child abuse and child pornography, well a few of the noble step each one of us can work towards. A little effort from me and you can make a great difference. Why can't it be possible to broaden ourselves our heart and thoughts, to take a step ahead to make our society a better one...!!

Current Mood: Thoughtful