TRADE MARKs

THE FOURTH SCHEDULE TO TRADE MARKS RULES, 2002

Classification of goods and services – Name of the classes

(Parts of an article or apparatus are, in general, classified with the actual article or apparatus, except where such parts constitute articles included in other classes).

Class 1. Chemical used in industry, science, photography, agriculture, horticulture and forestry; unprocessed artificial resins, unprocessed plastics; manures; fire extinguishing compositions; tempering and soldering preparations; chemical substances for preserving foodstuffs; tanning substances; adhesive used in industry

Class 2 . Paints, varnishes, lacquers; preservatives against rust and against deterioration of wood; colorants; mordents; raw natural resins; metals in foil and powder form for painters; decorators; printers and artists

Class 3 . Bleaching preparations and other substances for laundry use; cleaning; polishing; scouring and abrasive preparations; soaps; perfumery, essential oils, cosmetics, hair lotions, dentifrices

Class 4 . Industrial oils and greases; lubricants; dust absorbing, wetting and binding compositions; fuels(including motor spirit) and illuminants; candles, wicks

Class 5 . Pharmaceutical, veterinary and sanitary preparations; dietetic substances adapted for medical use, food for babies; plasters, materials for dressings; materials for stopping teeth, dental wax; disinfectants; preparation for destroying vermin; fungicides, herbicides

Class 6. Common metals and their alloys; metal building materials;

transportable buildings of metal; materials of metal for railway tracks; non-electric cables and wires of common metal; ironmongery, small items of metal hardware; pipes and tubes of metal; safes; goods of common metal not included in other classes; ores

Class 7 . Machines and machine tools; motors and engines (except for land vehicles); machine coupling and transmission components (except for land vehicles); agricultural implements other than hand-operated; incubators for eggs

Class 8 . Hand tools and implements (hand-operated); cutlery; side arms; razors

Class 9 . Scientific, nautical, surveying, electric, photographic, cinematographic, optical, weighing, measuring, signalling, checking (supervision), life saving and teaching apparatus and instruments; apparatus for recording, transmission or reproduction of sound or images; magnetic data carriers, recording discs; automatic vending machines and mechanisms for coin-operated apparatus; cash registers, calculating machines, data processing equipment and computers; fire extinguishing apparatus

Class 10 . Surgical, medical, dental and veterinary apparatus and instruments, artificial limbs, eyes and teeth; orthopaedic articles; suture materials

Class 11 . Apparatus for lighting, heating, steam generating, cooking, refrigerating, drying ventilating, water supply and sanitary purposes

Class 12 . Vehicles; apparatus for locomotion by land, air or water

Class 13 . Firearms; ammunition and projectiles; explosives; fire works

Class 14 . Precious metals and their alloys and goods in precious metals or coated therewith, not included in other classes; jewellery, precious stones; horological and other chronometric instruments

Class 15. Musical instruments

Class 16 . Paper, cardboard and goods made from these materials, not included in other classes; printed matter; bookbinding material; photographs; stationery; adhesives for stationery or household purposes; artists' materials; paint brushes; typewriters and office requisites (except furniture); instructional and teaching material (except apparatus); plastic materials for packaging (not included in other classes); playing cards; printers' type; printing blocks

Class 17 . Rubber, gutta percha, gum, asbestos, mica and goods made from these materials and not included in other classes; plastics in extruded form for use in manufacture; packing, stopping and insulating materials; flexible pipes, not of metal

Class 18 . Leather and imitations of leather, and goods made of these materials and not included in other classes; animal skins, hides, trunks and travelling bags; umbrellas, parasols and walking sticks; whips, harness and saddlery

Class 19 . Building materials, (non-metallic), non-metallic rigid pipes for building; asphalt, pitch and bitumen; non-metallic transportable buildings; monuments, not of metal.

Class 20 . Furniture, mirrors, picture frames; goods(not included in other classes) of wood, cork, reed, cane, wicker, horn, bone, ivory, whalebone, shell, amber, mother- of-pearl, meerschaum and substitutes for all these materials, or of plastics

Class 21 . Household or kitchen utensils and containers(not of precious metal or coated therewith); combs and sponges; brushes(except paints brushes); brush making materials; articles for cleaning purposes; steelwool; unworked or semi-worked glass (except glass used in building); glassware, porcelain and earthenware not included in other classes

Class 22 . Ropes, string, nets, tents, awnings, tarpaulins, sails, sacks and bags (not included in other classes) padding and stuffing materials(except of rubber or plastics); raw fibrous textile materials

Class 23 . Yarns and threads, for textile use

Class 24 . Textiles and textile goods, not included in other classes; bed and table covers.

Class 25 . Clothing, footwear, headgear

Class 26 . Lace and embroidery, ribbons and braid; buttons, hooks and eyes, pins and needles; artificial flowers

Class 27 . Carpets, rugs, mats and matting, linoleum and other materials for covering existing floors; wall hangings(non-textile)

Class 28 . Games and playthings, gymnastic and sporting articles not included in other classes; decorations for Christmas trees

Class 29 . Meat, fish, poultry and game; meat extracts; preserved, dried and cooked fruits and vegetables; jellies, jams, fruit sauces; eggs, milk and milk products; edible oils and fats

Class 30 . Coffee, tea, cocoa, sugar, rice, tapioca, sago, artificial coffee; flour and preparations made from cereals, bread, pastry and confectionery, ices; honey, treacle; yeast, baking powder; salt, mustard; vinegar, sauces, (condiments); spices; ice

Class 31. Agricultural, horticultural and forestry products and grains not included in other classes; live animals; fresh fruits and vegetables; seeds, natural plants and flowers; foodstuffs for animals, malt

Class 32 . Beers, mineral and aerated waters, and other non-alcoholic drinks; fruit drinks and fruit juices; syrups and other preparations for making beverages

Class 33 .Alcoholic beverages(except beers)

Class 34 . Tobacco, smokers' articles, matches

SERVICES

Class 35 .Advertising, business management, business administration, office functions.

Class 36 .Insurance, financial affairs; monetary affairs; real estate affairs.

Class 37 . Building construction; repair; installation services.

Class 38. Telecommunications.

Class 39. Transport; packaging and storage of goods; travel arrangement.

Class 40. Treatment of materials.

Class 41. Education; providing of training; entertainment; sporting and cultural activities.

Class 42. Scientific and technological services and research and design relating thereto; industrial analysis and research services; design and development of computer hardware and software.

Class 43. Services for providing food and drink; temporary accommodation.

Class 44. Medical services, veterinary services, hygienic and beauty care for human beings or animals; agriculture, horticulture and forestry services.

Class 45. Legal services; security services for the protection of property and individuals; personal and social services rendered by others to meet the needs of individuals.

GRAPHIC DESIGNER KIRAN

Biography of KIRAN

He is one of those fortunate entrepreneurs to have his passion as his business. He has art at his heart and creativity flows in his blood. He is married to Hema who is also his partner at his business & blessed with a son Samarth who is 15 years old. With two decades of his experience was initially trained by his father Late Sri E. Ranganathan in his design studio and took over Grafitec in 2002. He has achieved success in Graphic Design as his approach is simple & effective. He has sound technical knowledge of printing which makes him distinct from other designers. His experience is spread across various sectors like cosmetics, food, fashion, electronics and finance; His clients have reaped benefits of his conceptualization, design strategy, branding & image building. In 2008 his calendar design won award at National Master Printers Association Meet. His passion for art & design and dedication towards his work has taken him so far.

He has a keen interest in art and photography. He is highly spiritual and strongly believes in ethos. Being a nature lover and avid trekker he has almost trekked all peaks in Karnataka and has completed two expeditions to Himalayas. He went to Sarpass in Kulu Manali region at an altitude of 20,000 feet and to Mt-Everest Base camp at an altitude of 25,000 feet above the sea level.

During his college days he has participated in lot of youth programs related to environment and social causes. He was the President of Jaycess in one of the chapters in Bangalore; He was in Rotract as secretary. He was an Executive committee member of Youth Hostel’s Association of India.

In BNI he was in the LT team during April – Oct 2010 and also Oct 2013 – April 2014 Director Consultant of BNI Bangalore Team.

Something no one about him

He had produced a music alum in Hindi and he had a Event Management where he produced lot fashion shows and beauty pageants.

My business presentation

My concept 

Random thoughts

Random thoughts, log-in 24 bar 7,
on life, things in it and those outside;
some I give to; the rest unto me given,
Transport me to poet's heaven.


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a EXCREPT FROM THE BOOK - 'INTERPRETATION'

THE BEGNNING


Ranjith Singh is an army intelligence officer. He is in this

job for past 18 years. He is very patriotic, who loves his

country first, than anything else. Always in front to do

anything for his motherland. And so, he loves his job.

His other interest is his family. His second love. His

wife and two children. Khanu, his wife is a beautiful young

woman from Amritsar, Punjab. Theirs was a love marriage

eventually blessed with two kids, a happy family.

However, today Ranjith Singh lies on his cot as the sun

rises to say good morning. He is ready to get up, somewhat

awake but still asleep. He is dreaming. In his dream, he

sees his beautiful wife and his two lovely children. They are

stretching their arms towards him, asking him to help them.

It seems they are being carried by someone. Ranjith Singh

crawls on his bed. He wants to help them. He opens his

eyes and sees the morning light. Where is his wife who was

asking for his assistance? And his two children who wanted

to get on to their father’s arm? Even they are gone.


***


THE CENTER FOLD


What exactly is Captain Ranjith’s mission? How did he

lose his wife and children? Where are they? What happened

to them?

It began like this.

The year was March 1971 that was sparked by the Bangladesh

liberation conflict between the traditionally dominant West

Pakistan and the East Pakistan. India expressed full support

to the struggle for independence by the people of East

Pakistan. A war seemed inevitable. So, the government

wanted to make sure whether they were going to involve

in this adventurism and how?

Pakistan was initially a part of India. In the year 1947,

at the time of independence from the British rule, it was

separated and was carved into an independent Islamic country.

Since then, this neighbour of India has been cultivating hatred

against India. Though, it needs to be understood that it was

Pakistan which wanted to separate from the mainland to be

formed into a new Muslim country, India never wanted that

to happen. But unfortunately, the line was drawn and thus

two nations were formed. What emerged next were constant

fights between the two countries that resulted in war in the

year 1947 at the time of independence and later in 1965.

Both the times, Pakistan lost the war to India. The wars

resulted in a lot of destruction in terms of human life and

property. But the conflict continued and again in 1971, some

kind of dangerous and threatening activity was detected from

the Pakistani side.

In the 1947 war, few areas of Kashmir went into the

hands of Pakistan, which they called Azad Kashmir or

Pakistan Occupied Kashmir. Due to this, the people of

Kashmir were separated. The people and their kins found

themselves parted between the two borders of the country.

This also put them in an abyss of emotional hardship. Later

that year, as per the agreement between the countries, people

were allowed to cross the new border - the line of control

- to meet their near and dear ones.

At one such instance in 1965, Ranjith Singh and his

family which hailed from Punjab visited Muzaffarabad, a

town in Pakistan Occupied Kashmir. Ranjith Singh’s wife

Khanu had a family marriage to attend there. Ranjith Singh

dropped his family there and returned to Kashmir on the

Indian side for an official call on an immediate reporting

basis due to emergency. Then suddenly Pakistan attacked

India. Khanu and his two kids got trapped there. Ranjith

couldn’t do anything immediately as he was in the middle

of a war. Even after the war got over, he could never find

his lost family. The border was closed and people were not

allowed to cross either side. He couldn’t even communicate

with them through any other means. Diplomatic relations

between the two countries were not good either. Therefore,

the embassy also could not do much to find the family of

this army man. Ranjith never heard from his family after

that. They were lost for him. And he was lost for them.

***
A DIALOGUE FROM THE BOOK



“Okay officers, let’s get moving. As you people are

aware, we are in support of the ongoing Bangladesh liberation

war in East Pakistan. President Yahya Khan has already

rejected the claim of Sheikh Mujibur Rehaman, the leader of

Bangladesh to form the government there. It seems he will

call the military to disarm Bangladesh. Lots of movement

is taking place against this. And our Prime Minister has

expressed full support of our Government to the struggle

for independence by the people of East Pakistan. We share

vast borders with them and we would not like to have two

Pakistan on our West as well as East. It is dangerous. So,

Pakistan has got enough reason to camp their armies on our

border. This is something that we can deal with, since it

is a face-to-face and direct action. But dealing with indirect

action is not easy,” says Puri, as Ranjith and Rajan listen

attentively.

***
WAGAH BORDER


Wagah is a road in Punjab, and the only border road

crossing between the two countries, India and Pakistan. It

lies between the cities of Amritsar and Lahore in Pakistan.

Wagah itself was a village. It got divided during the

partition in the year 1947. The eastern half of the village

lies in India, while the western half is in Pakistan. It has

one gate on both sides and the rest of the area is fenced

***
THE WAR

Pakistan attacked several places along the Indian border,

but the Indian army successfully held their positions. The

Indian army quickly responded to the Pakistan army’s

movements and made some initial gains, including capture

of around 5,500 square miles of Pakistan territory in Punjab

and Sindh sectors. This was later ceded by India in the

Shimla Agreement of 1972.

The land war or the battle of Longewala in Rajasthan

is worth mentioning. The intelligence report of Ranjith was

ignored as the time was up. In the night, Pakistan attacked

with about two thousand infantry division and more than

forty tank regiments. The mere one hundred sixty eight

Indian soldiers stood their ground, though they were given

the option to opt out. It was a brave act but they were lucky

to have a natural defence of high sand dune and the post

totally fenced up. In the night, it was not visible. It was

very easy to attack the enemy from the upper ground. The

situation was very much in the favour of the Indian side

with an airstrip close by. They striked Pakistan battalions

by the morning, which suffered huge casualties. The battle

of Longewala was won and it was a mark in the Indian

history that cannot be erased in long years to come.


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A LOVE SONG BY THE SPRING POOL

In the midst of winter,

By the spring pools,

Where flowers bloom,

And snow melts,

Let me sing to you,

My only known love song

That fills your heart to the core!

SRINIDHI.R

POVERTY

At the end of the slum- street,

By the dustbins and the dirty tent,

Am left to starve,

In the hailstorms

With no food and no light,

And no bed and no clothes

I shiver in the cold

And wait to die

SRINIDHI.R

THE BOX FULL OF FEATHERS

An old man living by the sea,

Sent me a box full of feathers

On my wedding day!

They were so smooth and light,

And so beautiful!

But when the box fell down,

They all flew out

Flying and flying,

Flying and flying,

Till the room was filled with

Those lovely soft things of delight!

SRINIDHI.R

The Wonderful World Of Fairy Tales

On the darkest nights beside the fireplace

When the moon is high and the sky is gray,

We read the fairy tales with joy and delight,

For we ought to finish it by midday!

They are the most delightful reads,

With Cinderella and Snow White!

We let our imagination run wild,

And once again we turn into a lovely child!

We slowly enter the land of fairy tales,

Where peace and love always prevails!

With happiness having no bounds

And we attain the glorious state!

We wake up in a wonderful place

In the heart of fairy tales,

And meet the angel of love and grace

And the light shines upon her beautiful face!

She grants our wishes and bestows happiness

And we return home in a blissful state!

Fairy tales has just united us,

In a magical world,

In a magical place!

SRINIDHI.R

MY PIECE OF WRITING FOR THE MONTH-- FAIRY TALES AND HOW THEY PLAY AN IMPORTANT PART

I love to read fairy tales a lot. They are fantastic stories, full of symbolism and depth and they all convey a special message and are very much entertaining. I especially like Disney fairy tale movies-- Cinderella, Snow White and the Lion-king and the fairy tale picture books like Rapunzel, Puss in boots and Snow-White.

I remember reading a part in ‘Rapunzel’, where the prince asks Rapunzel to let down her golden hair and he climbs up the tower, with the support of her hair. That was a funny bit! I think such stories are told for everyone’s benefits and are also suitable for adults.

Children aren’t being told a lot of stories these days, because of the pressure from their parents to perform well in school. Storytelling is a necessary and a wonderful task that every parent should do everyday. It involves everything you have mentioned in capturing the audience. We also experience emotion and are compelled to take action because of the stories we hear and it is stories which create the condition for change…

SRINIDHI.R

The Wave

I sat down in the hot sand and looked high up the sky. I could see a small girl next to me, with rosy cheeks busy building a sand castle. She was shouting at her mommy, saying that she had almost finished building it. I turned to my other side and watched some teenage girls in bikinis walking to the shore. God! I never get beach sick! In fact I love everything around here—the mangroves, the salt scented air and the pretty women who surf all the time. It doesn’t get much beautiful, except at night—it’s so tranquil then and brings me so much of peace and joy which would mesmerize me

Slowly when I got up and turned to leave, a small wave crashed to the sand and came up to my feet. Then I noticed the little girl crying and turned to see the sand castle, destroyed by the wave. I suddenly felt terrible to see the girl’s plight. She would have worked hard to build it. Then, I saw a small toy store by the beach. I ran and bought the girl, a toy castle and gave it to her saying,” Good girl! Keep this one safe!” The girl’s face brightened up a bit. She smiled and thanked me. I made my way out. I knew that I had begun such a lovely day! God –it’s perfect!

SRINIDHI.R

The Thief

Anil opened the little parcel he had taken from the store. I use ‘taken’ instead of ‘stolen’ because I mean to. His small town had not seen much turbulence but the recent ruling party had encroached on their land for benefits. As a result, protests, police, lathi charges had become common. This was the time when parents asked their children to stay inside from imminent danger. To venture out only when town would be calm again.

For Anil, the world was different, and without parents. He would definitely not miss the violent hours of the day. The lesser privileged had started indulging in looting and destroying shops also. Anil would quietly stand behind the shops and pick up something from here and there. Learning to live on his own his collection of items had grown systematically.

He looked around with sparkling eyes. On his left was a toaster, which was brand new. He had trouble lifting the big square box to his shelter. He did not know why it had a window. But the pictures on it seemed like food. He had many flower vases, crockery, glasses. It would appear to be a shop, his shelter.

Today’s prize was peculiar though. It was small but the wrapping is what caught his eyes. He did not want to open it or spoil the beauty, he just stared at it.

Just then his door blew open.

“You thief you steal from us! That gift you hold now was for my daughter”

“I am not a thief, I am small and I collect from what is already plundered.”

“You maybe small but you are a devil, look at this place, Oh my God even I don’t own a microwave oven”

He slapped him but the boy didn’t shake.

“You don’t have micro because you don’t have the brains to get one. ”

He grew red. “You little rascal I do not steal like you do”

He slapped him again.

The boy sat upright, his hands in tension.

“Even a dozen other people who actually loot the place, do you have the balls to hit them? And I know why you have come here. To take the stuff I took from the market. And all this drama you are doing is to subdue your own conscience. You are more lowly than a thief because you steal from the small and the weak. You don’t even have the guts to steal first hand. You are a parasite”
He returned to his normal colour. He had not expected such a rebuttal from this small kid.
Suddenly a small girl came running. “Papa thanks for the gift”

The man stared shocked. He was accusing the small boy of something which he had not done.


The time had come and the boy had gone
What remained was nothing much
Little fragments of memory
Battered childhood territory

God Played Game with Me- A NOVEL

I am writing this novel, need comments on how to improve writing or the way i write seems fine??? Need suggestions for the same from all.I have quoted the beginning. Please help me out improving my skills... Plz mail personal comments on brutesin@gmail.com

Thanks in Advance

Door bell rings, the same old hard rock music which scares those who are unknown of it. I am Raj, I live in here.

‘Hey Raj anything urgent, you called me in so hurry?’ said Tanya as she entered in his apartment.

‘Yeah something like that, where are the other two, our twin friends, I² Inesh and Ipsa?’

Both I² are on way Raj, I came on time today and you are counting on them instead?’

‘Sorry Tanya, I have very exciting thing to tell’.

‘Raj again you are wearing Cap at home?’

‘It’s trendy’ said Raj.

Tanya made surprised face as Raj never liked to wear a cap.

Raj is a lucky guy who got a place to live in posh Mumbai, i.e. because of his uncle who is an NRI. Raj got a place and his uncle got someone known to take care of his things.

Bell rung, it was Inesh and Ipsa. Inesh is somewhat slim, looks more like a girl but his sister Ipsa looks extremely beautiful. Both are twins but seem they have no energy.

Tanya on other side is a bit plump; she often starts her diet plan of fruits for a week, which increased her weight in first week. Later she lost a lot weight too. Now she eats all junk food and do diet plan in every three months.

‘No time, gotta go soon to work Raj. What’s so urgent?’

‘Listen guys, I have a story to tell. Where is Sunny, the funny?’

‘Raj you called him too?’ said Tanya who was once in love with Sunny but now hates him due to his careless nature.

Bell rung and Sunny was at the door.

‘Hey Sunny, come in’ I said and got him in.

Tanya had a bad impression on her face.

I took everyone in my room and started.

‘Listen Raj its two right now, I need to be back at work by three thirty’ said Tanya.

‘Me too, I need to get back to gym dude’ said Sunny showing his importance of time felt to Tanya.

I smiled and asked them to get comfortable. The twins were still jobless and it was Republic day today.

‘I need to tell a story’.

‘Are you mad? On Republic day, you called up to tell a story?’

‘Listen Tanya, I need to tell the story. You people are close to me so I called you people. Today is a holiday, I can understand Gym but Tanya all offices are closed today’.

Tanya a bit sort of foolish girl says things and later search for valid reason. She said ‘Start story soon, else I will leave’.

‘But before starting I want to tell you all one thing’.

‘What?’

‘It’s a real story, and no one will interrupt me in between’.

‘Get me some coffee first’ said Ipsa. She had a flunked a lot many times in exam. Both twins hated each other because they looked alike. They liked each other long back but when they grew everyone started to compare each other for every reason. Obviously one would be superior to other.

Raj got coffee and gave to Ipsa.

‘So fast Raj, great’ said Tanya.

Destiny- As in my way

Is it the fact or myth when people say “It happened because it was supposed to happen?” Relations are by god’s grace, is it destiny or something else? It’s been hard for me to believe few things, but later felt all was supposed to happen.

I read in newspaper about a guy who jumped in front of train to test God power, people say he was jerk. Right now he has his limb cut and a visitor said “Its destiny, it was supposed to happen and it did”.

I thought if he would have not jumped it won’t have happened???

Though hard but fact is still the same, we say whatever happened was destined. We live in a very conservative world and can’t change past but can live in reality and plan for future. Only thing in our hand is to plan things as we like, whether it happens accordingly is all hardship mixed with luck. People call it destiny when things are over and it becomes history.

If I talk about marriage, people say pairs are made in heaven. People meet talk and marry, all called destiny, but still I feel a lot thoughtful on it. People marry and many divorces too, were they married to wrong person and wrongly destined?

All given names of fate and destiny by us only. If death is called nature so is destiny? We all believe in God, never seen only heard by ancestors. Is God myth or truth, right now I don’t want to argue over the issue but I believe in God as I get inner power and support whenever I am low and alone.

An atheist says that it’s our brain who instructs us to pursue things, whether right or wrong.

While god’s disciple says that it’s the supreme power who guides us through to do things, whether right or wrong. Sometimes I feel a lot disheartened when things are not going in my favor, that also after my best efforts. When I discussed with a friend he told that’s destiny dear. It was supposed to happen. I think and say to all that if things were supposed to happen then why we all put our efforts to change the things in our favor. We can sit quietly and let things happen.

Finally I disagreed to destiny by luck and believe in destiny by efforts and whatever fails to happen in favor I will think nothing.

Pabulum

I see a water tanker or a tractor full of soil moving from one place to another. We transfer oil by pipes, trains etc. and generate monetary. We are earning profit on things whose cost price is null. Soon a time is going to come when we will start buying/selling air too. Presently, we need air for breathing and also for communication at least from receiver to ear. We are talking about 3G or 4G communication. We are progressing in technology but, at the same time tearing our nature apart.

Is this the progress in technology or only a work around?

Our scientists are busy in finding the inception of universe or developing a high end mobile phone.

Did we really made any advancement in technology? If so, why are we not having any thing parallel to water, soil or oil?

In fact we are too lazy to put off any unused electrical appliances.

"Where is the love?"

"I don't miss friendship.I miss love though."

I loved this line I picked up from a random blog ( The Grey confessions by Dev)

Its so true..and this line just made me realise my morals that have gone with the wind..I mean, literally..!
I could honestly relate myself to this. I remember a time when I was a people person. I used to find my fix in people, loved being around with them.
But in time I realised that I trusted people but not the devil inside them. They came as such disappointment to me.The more surprising fact is, you cant really blame them, coz someone right now maybe saying this same thing in reference to us.
So does that mean people are unintentionally selfish and downtrodden without even realising it, just like us at the end of the day..?!

when a man becomes a man

lit cigarrete high brows curls in his hair

slimy nose sweaty face and a look forlorn
can't get up can't sit down, his ass hurts
not for reasons you think yay it's coz he fell from a tree
what was young jim doing on a tree
didn't every thrill kill a man before he was a man
and when does a man become a man
is it age or just sanctuary
is it wisdom or mere selfishness
a man becomes a man says jim
when he falls down from a tree and hurts his ass
a man becomes a man jim says
when his heart breaks no more
when he sits beside the woman on bed
and quietly puffs his marijuana cigarrette
a man becomes a man jim says
when his fingers move caressing ova
never too deep and never to dip
and his smile is as nonchalant as it comes
a man becomes a man jim says
when his days are outnumbered you see
when he is lost you see
down can't get up and can't sit down
a man becomes a man jim says
when he hurts his ass dumb you see

Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa: the old movie

I am writing here, or anywhere (but for my diary & my facebook status updates) after an aeon (have been thinking more and writing less for the past couple of months) Not that I have a lot to say now. Anyway, sharing the video link of one of SRK's earliest movies "Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa", when he was fresh from theatre and had an undiluted method to his work (my thoughts purely)

<1:40:00 to 1:44:00 in this link> http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-579915694811968072

The following scene is made special by...you know who... Considering that the whole movie was otherwise a good but spoof-like comedy, srk pulls off a gem here...Notice the nonsense going around his role in this scene <1:40:00 to 1:44:00 in the link> ...can't imagine anybody else doing this part... and I like it better than any of the other more popular srk sob scenes...

Because I could never really know what I liked so much about the movie, it remains one of my most favourite movies. (that's how all my attachments (and detatchments) in life have been: unexplainable)

see if u want to :)

A FLOWER

Flower I am,
Blossomed today morning
With all my cousins’

A priest came,
Plucked me and placed me on the temple of,
GOD.

I couldn’t be more happy then this
I am the luckiest flower in the world.

As I shone in the tiara of deity
My cousins’ tone is jealously.

Then dusk arrived,
Then dawn arrived.

The priest came,
Lifted me up and fling me in the bin.

I lay there and slowly thaw out.

I am the luckiest flower in the world.


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