Band Ignition

It was a cold Saturday night which had just changed our lives……a story which began with Me , Anand and Neal ,THE STORY OF BAND IGNITION……

I got a call from Neal on Friday evening ,he sounded enlightened when he spoke of realizing the bitter truths of life, the real faces of people ,the back bitching ,etc……motive was to get a break from the mirage of life.Im sure he would’nt have found a better person than the POSITIVE ENERGY POWERHOUSE ,that’s me (ha ha) to discuss such issues. .Even I was looking forward to a break after my dad’s surgery and the tough period I had gone through so called him over for dinner the next day .My next call went straight to Anand who was under the burden of some false allegations of which I’m not really sure of giving him a clean chit(joking nana)….he denied to come at first because of not being in a stable state of mind, but we were happy to get a call from him on Saturday at 5:00 pm that he really wants to come over.

We all met up, had dinner ……relaxed…..it was 10:00 pm by then .We then came upstairs to my room ,talked a lot of senti stuff….truths of life….etc. The mood was getting a bit depressing when I decided to show them my poems which I had recently written…Anand had my guitar in his hands, he was ramdomly strumming its strings…Neal reading aloud my poem “Mirror of my life”..and me enjoying the refreshing atmosphere.

Suddenly the God of muzik struck us. A tune came into Neal’s head and he asked Anand to play it(he can play a little bit of guitar…ha ha).Neal sang that poem’s first two lines like a song and here was the beginning of our night to remember .Every 5 minutes Neal could be seen running around my drawing room with ears closed thinking of the next line’s tune while Anand perfected the earlier lines and I made a few changes in the lyrics here and there….We were muzik struck completely ,Composing the entire song took us 6 hrs and we really did’nt realize how time went by and it was 4 am by then .At that time none of us had any words for what we had accomplished .Not wanting to, but we then went to sleep.

Next day, after the breakfast we did try to study a bit…..each of us sat in a different room but none of us had anything going in to our heads .We wanted to only compose some great muzik that day and at once jumped back to do that…..by around 6:00 pm Sunday ,we had managed to compose 3 original songs….all done.

What a time we had had those two days……its so very difficult to put them in words right now…..it was such a great feeling , we were on such a high …our mind was into muzik so much that we couldn’t think of anything else except our songs which I suppose were on autoplay in our heads and did not have a stop button .Each one of us had lost our concentration towards medicine and each one of us just wanted to be a ROCKSTAR.(don’t deny it guyz).Somehow we came over it but the hangover remained for the next two days…

Wednesday, I got a message from anand, “ Dude, how nice it would be to see tears in people’s eyes after treating a patient than to see people cry listening to our muzik .How about being a ROCKTOR ? “…………That was the original name of our so called band THE ROCKTORS.

Our college fest was coming close and we thought of performing there….we approached a few people who joined in and left us in between for good actually.Finally we did manage to get the right people and by then Suchitra ,Vidhur and Rahul had joined us and together we formed BANG IGNITION.

All the time of practicing , arguing ,fighting and pulling each others leg was a time to remember(what say guyz ? )…..then we got the big news, a chance to perform on stage.

Band Ignition really rocked that night at college fest and people could’nt stop talking about our great performance that evening.

Looking at the videos today,I do realize I might not have looked that great on stage that day being a host and standing there and clapping but what really cheers me is that when I introduced the band members , me being the last…..Maximum clapping and shouting were for me when I announced that I was the lyricist of the songs we performed….may be those claps will continue to encourage me to pen down more great songs in the future…Rest all is history.

No cricket at LTMMC ?

Not long ago in august 2005 i decided to opt for a medical college tour and gave my CET exam to see if life would make me rich and famous like cricketers today . Surprisingly, the checking machine bided a whooping 189 marks for me and sent me to LTMMC to start my training here. Gosh….i didn’t believe it then because i had not paid even a penny to any of the selectors(that’s how the selection process goes on in BCCI these days)

While preparing for my CET fitness test,i was used to taking chikki runs but here i was among people who were constantly hitting boundaries ball after ball. Due to the sudden change in the level of play, i felt as if i was Mr.Sharad Pawar…..what would that poor guy have felt when out of nowhere from being the agriculture minister who had no knowledge about cricket ,he was made the BCCI chief and infact the ICC chief (maximum finance comes from India in world cricket)…still the job would have been the same….ram ram japna paraya maal apnaa…..on the first day of college itself ,we got the glimpse of senior players and the anti ragging committee who would make sure that there was no conflict between senior and junior players…..till date i wonder if they were of any good…

Soon our practice began and instead of practicing cricket, we were practicing running down the staircase to prevent being caught by any senior monkeys and get a taste of racial abuse. We practiced a lot and because of my huge size then like aaloo-apne inzamam bhai in those days ,i came prominently in people’s eyes. Soon there was this air building up that a new junior player has come who has loads of attitude and has to be met with personally. I then started getting lunch and dinner offers at the hotel….sorry hostel and people promised me that in the hostel darshan, I would be taken to each and every khopchas and will meet all the big bully players live in action...only thing was that I would be made the villain and the heroes would beat me up. At that moment I just thought that maybe I should have maintained a low key profile like Romesh Powar, a guy with a big belly and still eats away all the aggression thrown at him.

Things were still not fine between the junior and senior players even after we had become 9 months stale when the board announced that senior players wanted to give a fresher’s party. Soon we received our contract papers which looked like being set by some sexual pervert interested in knowing the sex life of other fellow colleagues. Though 100 contracts were signed, they said that only 6 people will be selected for the a grade contract. Looking at my popularity among the seniors then, I knew that i would be the star of the show. Results came in after a lot of dirty politics and much to my expectation ,i was signed for the maximum amount.

The boxing day came at the canteen square, with its electrifying environment and all the cheering which made me feel that I had waited for this day all my life….. Crazy people cheering and clapping for me . Since the beginning, it was a different game of cricket, different commentary and different strokes. Game started and all personal question bouncers were thrown at me at Shoaib Akhtar’s speed….I was clean bowled of the first ball ,a well delivered yorker, I didn’t know how to play with a glass and socks in the prop round. I was dejected for disappointing the crowd who had come to see me perform well so didn’t care how the game progressed.

The man and woman of the match was yet to be declared ,until then the paper ball bouncers continued. People then wanted we do a ramp walk for them like Bhajji , Dhoni,etc and soon a clearing was made among the crowd. That 3 min ramp walk I’ll remember for the rest of my life because i received the maximum patting and birthday bums that evening itself than I would have got my entire life .out of nowhere i got a punch at the place where all batsman wear a guard ,I had none so i passed out…..then my fans wanted a piece of my jersey ,in a flash it was gone off my body .it made me wonder how well mannered college gays…sorry guys were…I retired after that very first match and enjoyed the dancing and partying which continued.

Yet it was a great learning experience.

Next year, I took up the job of the commentator hosting the fresher’s party myself, though the paper ball bouncers and abuses continued……I still remember how fun it always was.

But now it seems that bad weather has stopped play at LTMMC. It’s been 2 years and junior players have withdrawn from the college tour, the student fund is making losses. The junior senior rapport is getting from bad to worse, the fun seems to be lost now………..i think maybe we need a change now, an IPL like concept where seniors bid for the juniors to get the player of their choice …what say guys ?

One day when the sun would set on our training period, I would look back and smile at the wonderful time spent in the college camp. I will cherish these memories all my life …..but life has to move on and i know deep in my heart that Sachin Tendulkar would be missed…..

Time to Pray ?

Standing by the side of her bed,
I and a small ganesha idol

looked into the eyes of a women in labour
her agony of pain,that restlessness
wet eyes which had seen three abortions,
how precious it was this time for her…..

Reciting the name of god in a flow
She could hardly wait for it to finally happen….
One final push and a baby boy was out
Cryin aloud ,
divine music to that woman's ear

Tears trickeling down her eyes
she hugged him and kissed him
as I and ganesha looked on
FINALLY A CHILD HAD GIVEN BIRTH TO A MOTHER………..

I still wonder to this day if God was himself there during the delivery using the doctor as his tool……..or was is the magic of the little prayers she kept mumbling during her pains?

Ever wondered the role of prayers in our life ? I’m sure each one of you would have definitely joined your hands and bowed before the Almighty sometime in your life….lets know about something different- PRAYING,a topic which we generally don’t talk about much in public because its something very personal and something we would want to keep to ourselves.

Praying to God is talking to the very creator of our existence. It is a means of communication designed to be faster than any other way to get in touch with God.He wants us to bring to him our burdens,our cares,our needs ,our dreams and our worries to him through prayers. Even though he sees and understands our situations better than us,he still wants to hear from us in our own words.


Ever thought of classifying prayers ? NO??..............then read on guyz……..

1)Prayer of praise (im sure he loves them)- We praise God for how nice he has been to us,how thankful we are to him for making us what we are and how wonderful he has been all this time.

2)Prayer of thanksgiving - We thank God for all the great things he does for us. He gives us life,family, food, clothing , home and friends in our lives to help us and to take care of us.Gosh, I’m waitin when he’ll give me a girlfriend.

3) Prayer of confession - telling God that we are sorry for what wrong we’ve done and that we are sorry that we did it.

4) Prayer for help- We ask God to keep us safe, to give us courage , or to give us the extra marks we need to pass.. Ha ha.. God always wants to hear from us when we are afraid or in trouble and need help.

5) The prayer, where we ask God to care for The prayer offered in faith, believing God hears and will answer. Believing God cares and is waiting to hear from us is just the beginning. We pray because prayer is powerful and it moves God’s heart.God is waiting to connect with each one of us.May be our selfishness and running behind “moh and maya” has created a dis-connect with God. He wants to connect with us and work powerfully in our hearts and lives through prayer.

I don’t claim to be a saint writing this but I have seen what a small prayer can do to your life. I’ll end with this qoutation- “What you are is Gods gift to you and what You make of yourself is your gift to god.”

Manzil - Believe in your Dreams.

This is one of the songs performed by band ignition at the Ashwamedh 08 and my favorite song that I've written till date........the lyrics of this song were written in an hour and half flat and i just think that if Nagesh Kukunoor would have read it before selecting Aashayein for Iqbal,may be he would have selected this song.....ha ha

Manzil hai, sapne hai
Aage hii badna tujhe…

Mushkil hai, aasha bhi
Naa kahin ruknaa tujhe…

Let’s believe in our dreams, so we shine like a star
There is nothing to stop, our goal is not so far
Let us join our hands & hope for the best
Leave our sorrows behind and God will do the rest

Tera lakshya pukare tujhe, tu chal udd kahin
Aandhi jahan roke tujhe, usse lad wahin
Tera lakshya pukare tujhe, tu chal udd kahin
Aandhi jahan roke tujhe, usse lad wahin

Let’s believe in our dreams, so we shine like a star
There is nothing to stop, our goal is not so far
Let us join our hands & hope for the best
Leave our sorrows behind and God will do the rest

Bharosa hai ghar par sabhi ko tujhpe
Tune sapne dikhaye unhe
Teri jeet pe maa ke aansu nikle
Papa gale lagaye tujhe…

Shikhar par hum pahuchen, jisko socha humne
Apna lakshya hai paya, yeh jaan lein sabhi
Bhara josh hummein, ek khwab hum sajayein
Chaaye laakh tufaan aaye, dare naa hum kabhi…

Let’s believe in our dreams, so we shine like a star
There is nothing to stop, our goal is not so far
Let us join our hands & hope for the best
Leave our sorrows behind and God will do the rest.

Tera lakshya pukare tujhe, tu chal udd kahin
Aandhi jahan roke tujhe, usse lad wahin

Let’s believe in our dreams, so we shine like a star
There is nothing to stop, our goal is not so far
Let us join our hands & hope for the best
Leave our sorrows behind and God will do the rest...

19.02.08

Being Osama

The world now seems to be going through the worst financial crisis…markets falling everywhere, rupee becoming weaker day by day, banks becoming bankrupt and so on. To garnish the already wounded people, the terrorists all over seem to be celebrating some festival everyday for which they are bursting bombs like firecrackers each day at some part of the world or another….I think Osama bin laden should concentrate on other fields too than just using the internet to give signs of him being alive. The recent bomb blasts in various places in India and Pakistan has kept me wondering what I would have really done if I would have suddenly turned into Mr.Laden…..here are few of my crazy thoughts :-

1) Distribution of free pistols to children…..boys normally like guns, I would help replace the plastic ones with originals….as for the girls, I would come up with my own theme of a BARBIE DOLL AS A SUICIDE BOMBER.

2) Opening schools for promotion of terrorism –In my schools, I would make sure that after each period, a low intensity bomb explodes in place of the bell. My schools would offer practical training in all the latest technology in making bombs and using the most advanced weapons with regular updates. Our curriculum would also include teachings to hijack planes and nuclear scientists along with pictures of our old missions shown on a slide show. I would also get eminent terrorists to hold talk shows for encouraging my little future terrorists….in short do everything to get my INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL OF TERROISM an ISO 9001 CERTIFICATE…..and yes, free scholarships and a chance to study abroad in Pakistan for my toppers.

3) I would stand for the presidential candidate in the U.S in the future election…..If I am not selected, I will try my hand in Pakistan where I'm sure I will win…..Once I'm through I will try to get Afghanistan merged with Pakistan and name it LADENISTAN.

4) I will also start a LADEN TRUST OF FAMILY WELFARE to support the family of all those brothers who get mad after watching videos of me trying to teach them WORLD PEACE but surprisingly end up becoming terrorists.

5) Lastly, I will request the MEDICAL COUNCIL OF INDIA to make it compulsory for medical interns to get training in my camps after their 3 months of PSM posting because my studies indicate that after the posting, interns feel like going nuts and the wild animal in them wakes up…..I shall provide them with free placements and lucrative jobs for treating my terrorist brothers in Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Enough of these wild thoughts……I am a deep thinker, so was just wondering where the world was going from now….. I am happy to be on the road to become a doctor AND SAVE LIVES than be an illiterate terrorist who kills innocent people in the name of jihad……LONG LIVE HUMANITY !

Flight to Heaven.

I want to fly like an angel

To the heaven of my dreams

I want to reach the sky

And feel the blue and greens…

I want to roam the milky way

Travelling from stars to moons

I want to live every moment

Until my happy mind blooms…

I want to fly like an angel

To the heaven of my dreams

The flight may be testing

And break a wing or two

With those broken wings I’ll ascend

To touch the golden dew…

I want to fly like an angel

To the heaven of my dreams

With fire burning to reach my goal

Promise would be kept, I belief

One day my heart & chirpy soul

Will see the calmness of relief…

I want to fly like an angel

To the heaven of my dreams

22/05/07

Mirror of my Life.

Talking to imagination
Never knew that love was blind
Your touch reminds me the warmth
I always tried to find…

You’re the mirror of my life, I’m in love with you
If you seek that smile again, I’ll be there for you

Lost in your eyes, trying to find me
Thinking about you, all the time
Feeling your smile my sweet desire
Days we spent were so fine

You’re the mirror of my life, I’m in love with you
If you seek that smile again, I’ll be there for you

Missing you my love, please come back to me,
Wanna see those days back again
Trust me I’m still the same you know of
And the love still remains

I know that you miss me also
Lets get back and start again
This time I promise, I’ll not hurt you
My heart stopped beating since you went

Run through the doors of heaven my love
Fly to the moon where I’ll meet you
There we’ll stay together always
Coz deaths not there to meet us soon

You’re the mirror of my life, I’m in love with you
If you seek that smile again, I’ll be there for you

01/07/07