Subject Author Date
  WOW    Annie 5:18 am wednesday february 27, 2002
  This is gr8    Jatin 11:48 am wednesday february 27, 2002
  just dropped to say a few words about my    Sanjay Lakhani 11:56 am wednesday february 27, 2002
  (no subject)    nandini 4:52 am thursday february 28, 2002
     FOS Club    santre 6:42 pm thursday february 28, 2002
  brilliant, simple design! more power to     ashok mehta 5:51 am thursday february 28, 2002
  (no subject)    Abhishek 1:01 pm friday march 1, 2002
  Letter to Soven    Vantika Gupta 11:38 am saturday march 2, 2002
  FOS is a great idea    Kaushik Mitter 12:09 pm sunday march 3, 2002
  (no subject)    kaku 9:11 am tuesday march 5, 2002
  i renounce religion    Arpana 12:38 pm tuesday march 5, 2002
  congrats    anupam 1:14 pm wednesday march 6, 2002
  End of Imagination    Abhishek 1:50 pm thursday march 7, 2002
  poem    Jyoti Singh 6:34 pm saturday march 9, 2002
  SOUL MATES    Jyoti Singh 6:36 pm saturday march 9, 2002
  Hindutva revisited    abhishek 1:51 pm monday march 11, 2002
     re: Hindutva revisited    santre 12:14 pm tuesday march 19, 2002
  keep up the good work!    palak 4:42 am tuesday march 19, 2002
  u r the inspiration!    prapti 4:48 am tuesday march 19, 2002
     re: u r the inspiration!    santre 12:18 pm tuesday march 19, 2002
  For..Prapti    Abhishek 8:41 am wednesday march 20, 2002
  The first touch    prapti 1:45 pm wednesday march 20, 2002
     re: The first touch    Sridhar Kulasekharan 5:00 pm tuesday march 26, 2002
     re: The first touch    santre 9:01 am friday april 26, 2002
  Lagaan    Sridhar Kulasekharan 4:46 pm tuesday march 26, 2002
  The Best Personal Website I Have Seen    NAP 3:45 pm wednesday march 27, 2002
     re: The Best Personal Website I Have See    Ol'salt 7:27 am friday march 29, 2002
  The Tow Fat ladies    Arpana 12:19 pm monday april 8, 2002
  Mariann...    Meeta Chaitanya 9:06 am wednesday april 10, 2002
  Ad Portfolio/Soven    Karla 3:09 pm sunday april 14, 2002
  Gr8 show    Rohit Jha 9:28 am tuesday april 16, 2002
  Waters live     Bipasha 1:44 pm tuesday april 16, 2002
  I salute the poet in u    Aarushi 8:34 pm tuesday april 16, 2002
     re: I salute the poet in u    santre 12:55 pm wednesday april 17, 2002
     re: I salute the poet in u    Sambit 9:15 am thursday april 18, 2002
  for Jyoti Singh    Aarushi 9:09 pm tuesday april 16, 2002
  Of poets and poems...    Sambit 9:03 am thursday april 18, 2002
     re: Of poets and poems...    santre 8:35 am tuesday april 23, 2002
  Roger Waters 'In the flesh' review    Pharini Jayashree 10:01 am friday april 19, 2002
     re: Roger Waters 'In the flesh' review    santre 8:40 am tuesday april 23, 2002
  Butcher of Gujarat    Amit Jain 6:10 pm friday april 19, 2002
  hello to everyone who reads this !    mariann lastine 5:08 pm saturday april 20, 2002
  Its just a matter of time    Poonam 12:20 pm tuesday april 23, 2002
  Another one!    Aarushi 7:12 pm tuesday april 23, 2002
     re: Another one!    santre 7:02 am thursday april 25, 2002
  (no subject)    rinku sengupta 10:37 pm wednesday april 24, 2002
     re: (no subject)    santre 6:10 am friday april 26, 2002
  the exploits and the exploited...    mohana 7:23 am friday april 26, 2002
  Martyrs    Abhishek 3:28 pm friday may 17, 2002
     re: Martyrs    santre 6:28 am saturday may 18, 2002
  Blazing sun and a war of attrition    mohana 6:26 am friday may 24, 2002
  (no subject)    abhishek 2:03 pm wednesday june 5, 2002
  Train to nowhere    Abhishek 4:47 am saturday june 29, 2002
  New HT site    abhishek 6:25 pm thursday july 4, 2002


 WOW  Annie  5:18 am wednesday february 27, 2002
Sanjay,
The site's gorgeous, it uses colour beautifully or should I say
aesthetically and makes me feel nostalgic about old times. It
was wonderful seeing the Hennel ads after an eternity. Thanks!
Souven's following in your footsteps, I'd love to see more of
her writing too. Shake her hand for me.
Love,
Annie


 This is gr8  Jatin  11:48 am wednesday february 27, 2002
The content, design, presentation, scalability, theme of the
site is really gr8

Hats Off To the Designer

Pardon me for saying so...
I suggest that in the articles section the articles should be
embedded in Html in PDF format which would be better in both
visible and print quality.

Regards

Jatin


 just dropped to say a few words about my  Sanjay Lakhani  11:56 am wednesday february 27, 2002
Sir,

Only you could have done it.A combination of your rich
experience in Adv. world as well in Internet medium could come
out in such a nice and lovely way.

Congrats and well done.Now we all can read and appreciate your
poetries and columns.

You have bought all people who know you a bit more closer.

Sanjay Lakhani.


 (no subject)  nandini  4:52 am thursday february 28, 2002
sanjay,
nice work. just an idea -- given the wide range of your friends
and acquaintances why not build an online FOS (friends of
sanjay) club. i still haven't forgotten that absolutely
delightful battle royale triggered by your list of favourite
people. i am assuming no matter how disparate your circle is,
nearly everyone part of it would have an opinion and a strong
one at that (speaking purely from experience, :-)
love to anita and soven
nandini


 FOS Club  santre  6:42 pm thursday february 28, 2002
I think an online FOS Club is a great idea, though I run the risk
of being accused of vanity.
Any takers?
Cheers...

:sanjay,
:
nice work. just an idea -- given the wide range of your friends
:
and acquaintances why not build an online FOS (friends of
:
sanjay) club. i still haven't forgotten that absolutely
:
delightful battle royale triggered by your list of favourite
:
people. i am assuming no matter how disparate your circle is,
:
nearly everyone part of it would have an opinion and a strong
:
one at that (speaking purely from experience, :-)
:
love to anita and soven
:
nandini



 brilliant, simple design! more power to  ashok mehta  5:51 am thursday february 28, 2002
seems u had as much fun designing it as visitors will have
browsing thru it.

loved Soven's poetry.

i want my "river of milk"!

maybe u should try sing it to the tune of "water of life".

more power to u!

 (no subject)  Abhishek  1:01 pm friday march 1, 2002
Excellent design and a concept that redefines the meaning of the
the term..personal pages.
  The Typical Sanjay Trehan ishtyle...sleek ,poignant yet
simple.
 I loved the poems section and will look forward to the new
one's there.
 Even i believe that the FOS will be a gr8 place to be in.
  Terrific potential for brainstorming.
Cheers
Abhishek


 Letter to Soven  Vantika Gupta  11:38 am saturday march 2, 2002
Dear Soven,

It was pleasure to see you on your homepage at SanjayTrehan.com.
I read all your poems and your story Foolishness. Must say you
write beautifully! Simply sweet! Keep it up dear!
In you I am happy to see an upcoming writer in her early stages
*smiling* . Good luck!
Keep writing…
Love to you … along with my good wishes
Vantika.
God bless you!



 FOS is a great idea  Kaushik Mitter  12:09 pm sunday march 3, 2002
Sanjay...
The FOS is a great idea. Go for it!
Love to Anita -&- Soven,
Kaushik



 (no subject)  kaku  9:11 am tuesday march 5, 2002
dear Sanjay,

Mazaa Aa Gaya.Very Interesting site.congratulations.

Kaku


 i renounce religion  Arpana  12:38 pm tuesday march 5, 2002


I think this poem is a curtain raiser. It reveals the harsh
realities of our political system and the religious exploitation
of Indians by power hungry politicians. The poem also unveils
the apathy of politicians for the innocent people who crown them.

Such thought should be shared with as many people as possible
because such kind of awareness is required to save the life of
innocent people.



 congrats  anupam  1:14 pm wednesday march 6, 2002
Saw your virtual presence.Was virtually bowled over by it.
Keep up the good work!

Anupam


 End of Imagination  Abhishek  1:50 pm thursday march 7, 2002
Perhaps this is the only platform i could think of saying
something i have been dying to say since last night.
It's a shame that Arundhati Roy was put behind bars for saying
that the Supreme Court has got it's priorities wrong.
 An end of democracy is peeping from the horizons of this grand
nation of free opinion.
VHP walks free but Arundhati goes behind bars.
I condemn..along with a billion other people this outrageous
act of terrorism (judicially).
It's a pity and if my opinion counts ,The Supreme Court has not
only got it's priorities wrong..it's also redefined the meaning
of the term"Satyamev Jayate".
 It's free to proceed..against any thinkingIndian and i surely
am one of 'em.
Abhishek




 poem  Jyoti Singh  6:34 pm saturday march 9, 2002
This is a poem written by my husband..........

JUST A CALL AWAY

We’ve shared so much together
So don’t break it and throw it all away
Just pick up the phone……
I am, but, just a call away.

I know I have hurt you
Don’t be angry still, don’t just fall away
Just pick up the phone……
I am, but, just a call away.

The future has so much in store for us
So let bygones be bygones, and throw down that wall away
Just pick up the phone……
I am, but, just a call away.



 SOUL MATES  Jyoti Singh  6:36 pm saturday march 9, 2002
SOUL MATES

Parallel together
A thought here…..
An unspoken word there
Looks up from the book……….Smiles

Miraculous equals
Walking aimlessly
Dragging our feet in the sand
Towards destinations unknown…….Together

Strangely different
Unsaid,
Vague,
Nameless
A happening……… Forever.





 Hindutva revisited  abhishek  1:51 pm monday march 11, 2002
Bathed in mammoth insanity..
Rama invades once again
Ashvamedha begins..
the hindu starts his death expedition
bringing death to crying children
burning widows without inhibitions.

These are "sevaks"
the men who wrap religion in saffrons
the fatalist ressurection of a temple once disputed
disputes again the hindu scion

Mantra..tantra...
spears and knives
burning houses..burning dreams
loot and plunder ruling lives.

Ashamed is RAma
Ashamed is the epic
as the madness of riots visit us again
the prolific  disease.
the Hindu epidemic


 re: Hindutva revisited  santre  12:14 pm tuesday march 19, 2002
brilliant stuff, abhishek.
such is the tragedy of India!

btw, any idea on how to proceed with the FOS club?
threads may not work very well here.
take care...


:Bathed in mammoth insanity..
:
Rama invades once again
:
Ashvamedha begins..
:
the hindu starts his death expedition
:
bringing death to crying children
:
burning widows without inhibitions.
:

:
These are "sevaks"
:
the men who wrap religion in saffrons
:
the fatalist ressurection of a temple once disputed
:
disputes again the hindu scion
:

:
Mantra..tantra...
:
spears and knives
:
burning houses..burning dreams
:
loot and plunder ruling lives.
:

:
Ashamed is RAma
:
Ashamed is the epic
:
as the madness of riots visit us again
:
the prolific  disease.
:
the Hindu epidemic



 keep up the good work!  palak  4:42 am tuesday march 19, 2002
To speak of the intrinsic pleasure or unpleasure of a sensation
perhaps is misleading.The pleasentness of a sensation as we know
is a highly valuable thing.whatever strengthens and purifiesthe
affection enlarges the imagination and add spirit to sense.It
exceeds all imagination to concieve what would have been the
moral condition of the world if neither
Taunte,Patrarch,Shakesepeare,Lord becon nor Milton had ever
existed.
           Criticism need not always  negative it can be
positive also but the opinion whatever it maybe should be
frank.What i personally feel is the distance  between the poet
and the reader must always be as close a s possible for this it
is absolutely necessary that the language of the poem is simple
so that it easily reaches the masses.
sanjay i feel that you should keep the language a bit simple so
that your horizon broadens."Question series" is undoubtedly the
best.Soven's corner seemed to me that a poet is in the
making."we the people,sun of luv,good morning and good night"
are some of your appealing creations.
         
         FOS is indeed a good idea and try to make the
backgroung of the poem more attractive.Bright colours cheers up
the readers.keep up the good work!!


 u r the inspiration!  prapti  4:48 am tuesday march 19, 2002
hi i am prapti,palak's daughter i visited ur site and was
overwhelmed to read ur creations and certainly now u r my
inspiration to write poems coz i am also an aspiring poet.i have
written 20 poems till now and i started 3 months back.I am
thinking of making my own site of poems. i have already posted
some of my poems on sites like lovingyou.com and now trying to
be more mature in my writing and thanks to u for that!
i will keep in touch with ur work



 re: u r the inspiration!  santre  12:18 pm tuesday march 19, 2002
thanx, prapti, for your sweet note.
i am glad i could inspire you though it's a bit overwhelming.

why don't you post some of your poems here?
take care...

..........

:hi i am prapti,palak's daughter i visited ur site and was
:
overwhelmed to read ur creations and certainly now u r my
:
inspiration to write poems coz i am also an aspiring poet.i have
:
written 20 poems till now and i started 3 months back.I am
:
thinking of making my own site of poems. i have already posted
:
some of my poems on sites like lovingyou.com and now trying to
:
be more mature in my writing and thanks to u for that!
:
i will keep in touch with ur work
:





 For..Prapti  Abhishek  8:41 am wednesday march 20, 2002
Inspiration from Mr. trehan is quite understandable.
Pls post your poems here so that all of us also get a chance to
read your work.
 All the best and we are all looking forward to some gr8 stuff..
Cheers
Abhishek


 The first touch  prapti  1:45 pm wednesday march 20, 2002
                   THE FIRST TOUCH
The first touch
i felt the whole world with me
shy,it was
but inside,it carried the happiness
and charm one can ever
ask for!
touch that touched my heart
touched my soul
words cannot do justice
to those feelings that
i felt in my heart
a touch not of lust
but of immense care
andf love that he has for me
as innocent as a child's prayer
in his eyes i could see a hope
a hope full of questions
storm of love,was all
i could see
that first touch,a mystical
power it had
made me feel so special
aboe the whole world
i could see a ray of hope
in this selfish world
and above all,dominant
was the
SENSE OF ONENESS!!!
hi sanjay -&-abhishek thanx for encouraging words.i really think
its not a bad idea!


 re: The first touch  Sridhar Kulasekharan  5:00 pm tuesday march 26, 2002
Prapti,
This is great, every one who has had a true person as their
partner can appreciate your poem. Most of us are not gifted
enough to convey their feelings so beautifully, but we all can
appreciate it. In fact, Iam sure that most of us can relate to
their "First Touch" and your poem transports them back in time to
their "First Touch". The true talent of a poet does not lie in
writing obscure poems that only the elite can appreciate, rather
it is the ability of the poem to effect the readers heart. Your
poem does that. Keep up the good work, look forward to more heart
rendering and soul searching poems from you.
Cheers,
Sridhar

:                    THE FIRST TOUCH
:
The first touch
:
i felt the whole world with me
:
shy,it was
:
but inside,it carried the happiness
:
and charm one can ever
:
ask for!
:
touch that touched my heart
:
touched my soul
:
words cannot do justice
:
to those feelings that
:
i felt in my heart
:
a touch not of lust
:
but of immense care
:
andf love that he has for me
:
as innocent as a child's prayer
:
in his eyes i could see a hope
:
a hope full of questions
:
storm of love,was all
:
i could see
:
that first touch,a mystical
:
power it had
:
made me feel so special
:
aboe the whole world
:
i could see a ray of hope
:
in this selfish world
:
and above all,dominant
:
was the
:
SENSE OF ONENESS!!!
:
hi sanjay --&--abhishek thanx for encouraging words.i really think
:
its not a bad idea!



 re: The first touch  santre  9:01 am friday april 26, 2002
Interesting attempt, Prapti. You do have the talent. Now you need
to keep at it and there you shall arrive as a poet.
Carry on writing.
Take care...



:                    THE FIRST TOUCH
:
The first touch
:
i felt the whole world with me
:
shy,it was
:
but inside,it carried the happiness
:
and charm one can ever
:
ask for!
:
touch that touched my heart
:
touched my soul
:
words cannot do justice
:
to those feelings that
:
i felt in my heart
:
a touch not of lust
:
but of immense care
:
andf love that he has for me
:
as innocent as a child's prayer
:
in his eyes i could see a hope
:
a hope full of questions
:
storm of love,was all
:
i could see
:
that first touch,a mystical
:
power it had
:
made me feel so special
:
aboe the whole world
:
i could see a ray of hope
:
in this selfish world
:
and above all,dominant
:
was the
:
SENSE OF ONENESS!!!
:
hi sanjay --&--abhishek thanx for encouraging words.i really think
:
its not a bad idea!



 Lagaan  Sridhar Kulasekharan  4:46 pm tuesday march 26, 2002
I always wonder about our, Indians in general, need for
recognition from foreigners. Why should we lament over non
recognition of an Indian film by the Oscars? Are we so deprived
of self confidence that we have to look to the angrezies for
accreditation. These so called film experts in the Oscar
comittee have no idea of the background of the indian films, the
societal nuances or the curtural conflicts. How can we expect
them to appreciate Lagaan when they don't understand the
struggles faced by the Indians under the British Raj?

In fact, it is our fault to expect them to appreciate any film
that portraies our way of life. I say, let us not worry about
Oscars, Let us look within our borders and be strong. Let us
make sure that that our film festival awards go to deserving
films. That is the best reward that the folks involved in a good
film get. Recognition from their own country men, who could
appreciate the film in its entierity.


 The Best Personal Website I Have Seen  NAP  3:45 pm wednesday march 27, 2002
Bahut milatry site banaya ustad.

I like the color scheme and the fonts. Very sophisicated, very
appealing - very much your style. The comments on this site by
your friends - well, a man is judged by the company he keeps.
And you Sir are in good company.

I look forward to seeing you, Anita and Soven this year.
However, and this is serious business buddy, we insist we pay
everytime we go out with you guys. No ifs and buts.

Again, Congratulations for setting a new standard for personal
websites.


 re: The Best Personal Website I Have See  Ol'salt  7:27 am friday march 29, 2002
Thanx, NAP, for your compliment.
When you say, it's the best, I accept it with all humility
because in some ways you are the best that I have seen!
Would love to have you guys in India. When are you coming? Don't
worry about the bill, just enjoy the beer!
I often think about the time we spent on that Pahadi at BHEL
cogitating about "matters of consequence". Those were such heady
days.
Miss you often and think of you gardening in Minnesota.
Love to Mai and Kids..
Cheers..

Ol'salt
...............

:Bahut milatry site banaya ustad.
:

:
I like the color scheme and the fonts. Very sophisicated, very
:
appealing - very much your style. The comments on this site by
:
your friends - well, a man is judged by the company he keeps.
:
And you Sir are in good company.
:

:
I look forward to seeing you, Anita and Soven this year.
:
However, and this is serious business buddy, we insist we pay
:
everytime we go out with you guys. No ifs and buts.
:

:
Again, Congratulations for setting a new standard for personal
:
websites.



 The Tow Fat ladies  Arpana  12:19 pm monday april 8, 2002
I enjoyed the poem, especially the last two paragraphs. A
hilarious piece to perk up anybody’s mood. Definitely a well
thought, side-splitting poem and I am sure the kids will be in
splits once they read it – of course adults would enjoy it too.  
In particular, the words you have used to describe the gestures
of the two fat ladies!




 Mariann...  Meeta Chaitanya  9:06 am wednesday april 10, 2002
The astute application of connotative significance is perfectly
employed in the expression 'aging loins and ageless egos'. The
apt play of words in a finely constructed poem makes it doubly
enticing.



 Ad Portfolio/Soven  Karla  3:09 pm sunday april 14, 2002
I checked out your ad portfolio and Soven's corner.  I think the
talent runs in the family.  As I try to finish a Marketing
class, your portfolio will keep me coming back to gain better
understanding.  Congrats, you have a wonderful personal website.


 Gr8 show  Rohit Jha  9:28 am tuesday april 16, 2002
Hi Trehan,

On going through the site in entirety, I could see clearly that
you are utilising the total skill set acquired by you ever
since College - history, culture, art, literature, technology,
communication etc. Great show! FOS already exists through this
board and does not need to be formalised in my opinion. I feel
you have really used this site well to show every body how
powerful the net can be as a medium of communication.

I must mention that it was the Roger Waters and the Pink Floyd
bit which drove me to spend a good amount of time on this
site!!!

Congratulations!!! and love and regards to family.

Rohit


 Waters live  Bipasha  1:44 pm tuesday april 16, 2002
hi sanjay,
in the morning when i asked you whether you were the author of
the roger waters verse, what i meant was that only you could
have written something so beautiful, not just in its depth but
also its detail. i think it is one of your best pieces and is
reflective of a person who is a passionate writer and a true
music lover. hope to see many such pieces....
great piece, it has inspired me to post my first message on the
site and also makes me feel much worse now that i have missed an
experience as enriching as your words have so beautifully
described.
bipasha

 



 I salute the poet in u  Aarushi  8:34 pm tuesday april 16, 2002
I am little intimidated by your poems, as they seem to flow so
fearlessly from the heart. They seem to effortlessly capture the
essence of the moment. Whether it’s describing an experience or
a feeling, they are like a bouquet of wild flowers, fresh and
vivid. There is so much I admire in you, (and you are on the
endangered list of gentlemen left to my generation) but this
quality I honestly envy. Yr work has been inspiring me to
document my stray efforts as well.

Posting one of mine, which most people found difficult to
understand. Would really appreciate yr comment, and anyone elses
who cares to read it.

A Caprice.


What pain shrouds an evil heart
too credulous before the testicles of time
as senses begin to sublime
theosophies evaporate.

power corrupts the innocent mind
those competent reverie
before a skeptic serendipity
infuriates  their senses.


purists punctuate their life with penance
their citadel its circumference
but the soul is not clairvoyant
of the body it keeps.

actors bead their audience like rosaries
and echo in their applause
as if the pyre of their cause
is burning brighter now.

love only forgives when it condemns
hearts to eternal revile
cosmos have commit the senile
to a sybaritic existence.

if life is squalid and death perfidious
god forgot to titillate the obscure
as men, don’t try to entrepreneur
what u cant triumph.


p.s. I really liked I am a zoo and shell and pearl.  



 re: I salute the poet in u  santre  12:55 pm wednesday april 17, 2002
dear aarushi

thank you for your kind words. i'm touched!
your poem is a bit obtuse though it has a seed of an idea, a
powerful and poignant one at that.
life is capricious in more ways than one but in its unfolding
also lies myriad mysteries.

"love only forgives when it condemns
hearts to eternal revile"- beautifully put.

you must write more often.
do take care...








:I am little intimidated by your poems, as they seem to flow so
:
fearlessly from the heart. They seem to effortlessly capture the
:
essence of the moment. Whether it’s describing an experience or
:
a feeling, they are like a bouquet of wild flowers, fresh and
:
vivid. There is so much I admire in you, (and you are on the
:
endangered list of gentlemen left to my generation) but this
:
quality I honestly envy. Yr work has been inspiring me to
:
document my stray efforts as well.
:

:
Posting one of mine, which most people found difficult to
:
understand. Would really appreciate yr comment, and anyone elses
:
who cares to read it.
:

:
A Caprice.
:

:

:
What pain shrouds an evil heart
:
too credulous before the testicles of time
:
as senses begin to sublime
:
theosophies evaporate.
:

:
power corrupts the innocent mind
:
those competent reverie
:
before a skeptic serendipity
:
infuriates  their senses.
:

:

:
purists punctuate their life with penance
:
their citadel its circumference
:
but the soul is not clairvoyant
:
of the body it keeps.
:

:
actors bead their audience like rosaries
:
and echo in their applause
:
as if the pyre of their cause
:
is burning brighter now.
:

:
love only forgives when it condemns
:
hearts to eternal revile
:
cosmos have commit the senile
:
to a sybaritic existence.
:

:
if life is squalid and death perfidious
:
god forgot to titillate the obscure
:
as men, don’t try to entrepreneur
:
what u cant triumph.
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:

:
p.s. I really liked I am a zoo and shell and pearl.  
:




 re: I salute the poet in u  Sambit  9:15 am thursday april 18, 2002
Hi
There's something passionate abt your verses...but I'm yet to
unravel the source of the passion...yes, I found it quite
cerebral. Liked this part though: 'actors bead their audience
like rosaries and echo in their applause.' Wish there were more
cohesion in the poem.


:I am little intimidated by your poems, as they seem to flow so
:
fearlessly from the heart. They seem to effortlessly capture the
:
essence of the moment. Whether it’s describing an experience or
:
a feeling, they are like a bouquet of wild flowers, fresh and
:
vivid. There is so much I admire in you, (and you are on the
:
endangered list of gentlemen left to my generation) but this
:
quality I honestly envy. Yr work has been inspiring me to
:
document my stray efforts as well.
:

:
Posting one of mine, which most people found difficult to
:
understand. Would really appreciate yr comment, and anyone elses
:
who cares to read it.
:

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A Caprice.
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What pain shrouds an evil heart
:
too credulous before the testicles of time
:
as senses begin to sublime
:
theosophies evaporate.
:

:
power corrupts the innocent mind
:
those competent reverie
:
before a skeptic serendipity
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infuriates  their senses.
:

:

:
purists punctuate their life with penance
:
their citadel its circumference
:
but the soul is not clairvoyant
:
of the body it keeps.
:

:
actors bead their audience like rosaries
:
and echo in their applause
:
as if the pyre of their cause
:
is burning brighter now.
:

:
love only forgives when it condemns
:
hearts to eternal revile
:
cosmos have commit the senile
:
to a sybaritic existence.
:

:
if life is squalid and death perfidious
:
god forgot to titillate the obscure
:
as men, don’t try to entrepreneur
:
what u cant triumph.
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p.s. I really liked I am a zoo and shell and pearl.  
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 for Jyoti Singh  Aarushi  9:09 pm tuesday april 16, 2002
hi

i just wanted u to know that i really liked SOULMATES, i had
written a poem yesterday and am posting it below. your poem
seemed like the answer to mine. Just wanted you to know u are
lucky, but i guess u already know that. Stay that way!

Aarushi

Would tomorrow see me in love with you,
When venus has left my second house
And Saturn enters your first
When we run out of conversation
And you are harassed at work

Would I love you when u no longer smile,
Just remove your eyes from my bleak stares
When I burn breakfast and forget to wash yr shirts
And we are late on the mortgage fare

Would the children see us as a happy couple?
Would our parents regret the day they consented
Did need win over dreams when u proposed
Was it my mind or your heart that relented?

Does love burst little showers on us
Was it one such shower when we were drenched?
Will my heart always yield to your will
Should we come any closer or stay just friends.





 Of poets and poems...  Sambit  9:03 am thursday april 18, 2002
Hi all!
I chanced upon Sanjay's site thanks to a colleague's reco. Read
some really nice poems in here. I feel privileged to be part of
this online community. Please let me have your opinions abt this
short poem entitled 'The Bookmark'.
Regards,
Sambit

The book mark

Crumpled, torn, twisted
dog-eared.
Faithful to the end.
Sleeping between pages.
Plucked at will and
thrust back at whim.
Born to serve.
Someday I hope
you fly away
like a feather on a draught.
See the world
you have served to annotate.
A free spirit,
coming back
where you always belonged.
In the folds of the one
you had always hoped to rest.

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 re: Of poets and poems...  santre  8:35 am tuesday april 23, 2002
dear sambit

i really liked your poem.
the humble bookmark is a faithful companion in our literary
travels and we do take it for granted.
not a bad idea to let it fly and see new places, talk with
different people and visit new dreams...
do post some more of your poems.
take care.


:Hi all!
:
I chanced upon Sanjay's site thanks to a colleague's reco. Read
:
some really nice poems in here. I feel privileged to be part of
:
this online community. Please let me have your opinions abt this
:
short poem entitled 'The Bookmark'.
:
Regards,
:
Sambit
:

:
The book mark
:

:
Crumpled, torn, twisted
:
dog-eared.
:
Faithful to the end.
:
Sleeping between pages.
:
Plucked at will and
:
thrust back at whim.
:
Born to serve.
:
Someday I hope
:
you fly away
:
like a feather on a draught.
:
See the world
:
you have served to annotate.
:
A free spirit,
:
coming back
:
where you always belonged.
:
In the folds of the one
:
you had always hoped to rest.
:

:
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 Roger Waters 'In the flesh' review  Pharini Jayashree  10:01 am friday april 19, 2002
I was totally captivated with your review– in verse on the Roger
Waters concert.  I too was present with the 30,000 odds that had
come to see the legend perform live in Bangalore on April 13th.  
Your review has caught the essence of the whole mind-blowing
show with unqualified perfection! I am sure all the people who
were there personally and who have gone through the review would
have relived the concert all over again. I for sure did!!!! And
for those who missed out the live performance, here’s a chance
to experience ‘The most wonderful experience’!!!  'It all makes
perfect sense’.



 re: Roger Waters 'In the flesh' review  santre  8:40 am tuesday april 23, 2002
dear pharini

welcome to my site and thank you for your kind posting.
could you please tell us a little about yourself. what do you do,
your dreams, aspirations and failings, so that we can connect
better.
btw, what does your name mean?
take care.



:I was totally captivated with your review– in verse on the Roger
:
Waters concert.  I too was present with the 30,000 odds that had
:
come to see the legend perform live in Bangalore on April 13th.  
:
Your review has caught the essence of the whole mind-blowing
:
show with unqualified perfection! I am sure all the people who
:
were there personally and who have gone through the review would
:
have relived the concert all over again. I for sure did!!!! And
:
for those who missed out the live performance, here’s a chance
:
to experience ‘The most wonderful experience’!!!  'It all makes
:
perfect sense’.
:




 Butcher of Gujarat  Amit Jain  6:10 pm friday april 19, 2002
Sitting here, thousands of miles away, firstly I cried reading
about the carnage.  I assume this is close to reality and thanks
to Sanjay for making me aware.  This side of the situation
wasn't clear reading other accounts, mainly on internet.  Now a
reality check - is this situation any different?  People are
made pawns in every political endeavor.  Some may not involve
dead people, but we crush the spirit of everyone of them
everytime.  That is perhaps worse because we raise a generation
that accepts this as a reality.  I watch movies like Lajja, read
poems like these, and wonder what more will it take to change
the conscience of India and Indians?  Perhaps more courageous
media people like Sanjay?  And some more courageous movie
directors - still the most practical way of education?


 hello to everyone who reads this !  mariann lastine  5:08 pm saturday april 20, 2002
i am not sure what to put here. first thing i want to thank
sanjay for the wonderful poem that he wrote for me.  i am very
honored! everyone that gets permission to use this site must be
important in one way or another cuz we all have one very great
friend! i feel that if he didnt feel your friendliness then he
would not have givin permission. well ty again. god bless u
all. all my love to u each and everyone of u that read about me
in my poem or otherwise.

 Its just a matter of time  Poonam  12:20 pm tuesday april 23, 2002

Dear Sanjay


Never ever give up. Life is really strange!!!!!!!
You will get the things when you least expect them
but one thing is for  sure that the people who wins are those
who never give up.

And at the end of the day an ass is an ass and a horse is a
horse.

I don't agree with your moral of the story.
I want you to  bounce back with bang , let people know the
difference of an ass and a horse.

we all are there with you for sure !!!!!!!


bye




 Another one!  Aarushi  7:12 pm tuesday april 23, 2002
Hi,
  Thanks for the kind comments Sanjay and Sambit. The poem was
just a mood swing, or maybe a collection of them, hence the
missing coherence.  My poems have often disturbed my parents,
who think i am too negative in my writings. I feel the
negativity is just a guise to conceal my daydreams. Its kinda
reflected in this one.

Am being the first to exploit the kind audience on this site.
Lemme know if its acceptable, :).

Take me to the land where people die


Take me to the land where people die
From strong winds, under a cruel sky
Where the qualms of life dont surface
Where existence is its circumface

Where the sun rules the length of my day
Where language bars what I dare not say
Where there are beasts to befriend
Who unlike man don’t pretend

Here pursuit is restricted by physical strength
Not apprehensions of the mind
Fatigue comes as an enemy
dreamless sleep is no luxury

take me to a place where my ego is void
I command no expression to profligate
Where I don’t question the substance of thought
My soul, my dreams emancipate

A place I can hear through the wind
With waters running deep to drown within
Where nothing is expected, nothing craved
I want to be in the land of the depraved.



 re: Another one!  santre  7:02 am thursday april 25, 2002
Interesting poem, Aarushi. Tremendous thought but a few rough
edges need to be honed.
Do work harder, choose every word carefully, weigh it, see its
usage in the context and then use it to make maximum impact.
Take care...



:Hi,
:
  Thanks for the kind comments Sanjay and Sambit. The poem was
:
just a mood swing, or maybe a collection of them, hence the
:
missing coherence.  My poems have often disturbed my parents,
:
who think i am too negative in my writings. I feel the
:
negativity is just a guise to conceal my daydreams. Its kinda
:
reflected in this one.
:

:
Am being the first to exploit the kind audience on this site.
:
Lemme know if its acceptable, :).
:

:
Take me to the land where people die
:

:

:
Take me to the land where people die
:
From strong winds, under a cruel sky
:
Where the qualms of life dont surface
:
Where existence is its circumface
:

:
Where the sun rules the length of my day
:
Where language bars what I dare not say
:
Where there are beasts to befriend
:
Who unlike man don’t pretend
:

:
Here pursuit is restricted by physical strength
:
Not apprehensions of the mind
:
Fatigue comes as an enemy
:
dreamless sleep is no luxury
:

:
take me to a place where my ego is void
:
I command no expression to profligate
:
Where I don’t question the substance of thought
:
My soul, my dreams emancipate
:

:
A place I can hear through the wind
:
With waters running deep to drown within
:
Where nothing is expected, nothing craved
:
I want to be in the land of the depraved.
:




 (no subject)  rinku sengupta  10:37 pm wednesday april 24, 2002
nice site



 re: (no subject)  santre  6:10 am friday april 26, 2002
thanx, rinku.
welcome to my world on the web.
could you tell us a little about yourself?
take care...


:nice site
:




 the exploits and the exploited...  mohana  7:23 am friday april 26, 2002
Dear Santre

It was really nice to hear from a great flannel-mouth like you.
You are a master craftsman adept in the art of rekindling dashed
spirits, lost vibes and depleted zing!! Thank you very much for
appreciating my genuine concern over "Gujarat cleansing"
and "American muscle flexing".
I certainly don't mind if you care to adorn your site with
selected parts of my epistolary exchange.

Cricketing exploits:

India's cricketing exploits at the Port-of-Spain test had been
really remarkable. The timing was perfect. It came at a time
when there is so much mistrust and hatred for each other. This
victory gave all Indians enough ammo to celebrate and rejoice.
What is distressing is the manner in which the media is focusing
on the yawning gap of 26 years needed to achieve this sweet
success in the serene settings of the Caribbean. That
it took us so many painful, inglorious years to register one
victory against the once mighty West Indies is something, which
is terrifyingly disconcerting. Where is the need to rub it on
just for the sake of delineating facts? Sure this fourth
overseas victory under this incumbent captain served as manna
for all cricket enthusiasts but it is imperative that we do not
indulge in papering over the deficiencies that were on full
display in this recently concluded test match. This West
Indian side is bereft of real classy players with the exception
of Lara and Hooper. Our rookie pacers lack both pace and
accuracy. Unlike the Lees and Akhtars who project an
intimidatory presence on the field, our bowlers hardly command
any awe. Kumble is a proven failure in away test
matches where the pitches are unresponsive to his style of
bowling. What possibly explains India's inability to produce
bowlers of the class of Waqar and Shoaib? They also grow up on
docile, benign pitches but gifted with searing pace and accuracy
they have won many a test match for Pakistan. It is time we send
our frail looking pacers to the master designer Salman Khan to
learn the craft of strengthening muscle without putting on any
extra kilo! The batters also need to work on their mental
strength and toughness so that they stop grappling with
weariness and physical torments whenever they take on mightier
opponents on hard bouncy tracks.

The rise of the far Right:

Le Pen's shock victory at the first round of French Presidential
elections has sent shock waves throughout Europe. This has the
potential to change the European political landscape in a big
way. French public have taken to the streets in protest marches
organized all over France. Le Pen is committed to pursue his
racist agenda and put spanner in the works of European stalwarts
for greater co-operation among European nations. Analysts
indicate voter apathy as the primary reason for emergence of Le
Pen since most of the voters preferred to stay away from
the polling booths on the day of voting. Casting of votes is the
assertion by the populace to choose their political
representatives.
Delinquent politicians, spiraling crime graph, steeply high
unemployment rates have forced the hands of ordinary voters to
shun electoral polity for assertion of democratic rights.

Mohana


 Martyrs  Abhishek  3:28 pm friday may 17, 2002


  Martyrs without a cause
every morning in the myriad buses
 every drop of sweat that trickles down the dark foreheads
  every smile that is left behind at home.
  Every mother who waits at dinner
and every child who walks into an empty house
     Guarded by god
  thrown out by  the urge to live
 every leper begging in front of the church
 and every daughter peeping out of the porch
 
Newspapers never talked of them
 no one ever went calling their numbers
 they never won any free tickets
no parliament ever had them as members
 
These martyrs of the larger game
grew up watching others growing up
these martyrs by the same name
grew old watching others go young.

Neither fair nor dark
no theory,
no talent
nothing hidden
nothing blatant
there was nothing to be spotted in them
they are here
just about everywhere
every bus ,every road
every man bears his load
myriad ..morsels
paying for their sins
the quest to be human between sardines.
 


 re: Martyrs  santre  6:28 am saturday may 18, 2002
great poem, abhishek.
very poignant and sadly very true of the human condition in a
pitiless place called india.
rgds


:
  Martyrs without a cause
:
every morning in the myriad buses
:
 every drop of sweat that trickles down the dark foreheads
:
  every smile that is left behind at home.
:
  Every mother who waits at dinner
:
and every child who walks into an empty house
:
     Guarded by god
:
  thrown out by  the urge to live
:
 every leper begging in front of the church
:
 and every daughter peeping out of the porch
:
 
:
Newspapers never talked of them
:
 no one ever went calling their numbers
:
 they never won any free tickets
:
no parliament ever had them as members
:
 
:
These martyrs of the larger game
:
grew up watching others growing up
:
these martyrs by the same name
:
grew old watching others go young.
:

:
Neither fair nor dark
:
no theory,
:
no talent
:
nothing hidden
:
nothing blatant
:
there was nothing to be spotted in them
:
they are here
:
just about everywhere
:
every bus ,every road
:
every man bears his load
:
myriad ..morsels
:
paying for their sins
:
the quest to be human between sardines.
:
 



 Blazing sun and a war of attrition  mohana  6:26 am friday may 24, 2002
Spitfire wind and the trail of havoc

Hot winds from west sweeping across the heat bowl of the central
Indian plains enveloped southern part of Bengal in a searing hug
exterminating the lives of a few and pushing the temperature up
in Calcutta in a mad frenzy to a 23 year high. The city
yesterday reported a maximum temperature of 43 degree Celsius,
seven degree higher than the normal.
With the weather office presaging "moderate heat wave" over the
next two days there is no respite from this spell of dry weather
and suffocating heat. Calcutta very much reminds us of a
cauldron with a blazing sun driving up the sales of chilled
beverages and soft spongy ice-creams of varied color and
composition. The dry and hot wind blowing from the arid
west at about 35 to 40 km per hour over Calcutta and other South
Bengal districts has been made reprehensible for giving us
torrid times. All our hopes now hinge on a cyclonic circulation
shaped up over Gangetic West Bengal which could bring us much
needed showers to embalm our senses and replenish lost energies.

Times of tribulation

India has never been known for her jingoistic designs. After all
she has been loud and more often than not painfully vociferous
in championing the causes for peace and lasting harmony in every
part of the world. In these trying times it is of primeval
importance for both the disputants to desist from the shameful
act of "sabre rattling" to precipitate the crisis further. Here
in India the hoi polloi is in favor of a military
solution to the latest crisis which has shaken the very heart of
Indian nationhood when ingenuous men, women and children were
reduced to pieces in a dastardly act of terrorism. The
government is exercising maximum restraint but patience is fast
thinning out with the duplicitous role played by the super-power
of this uni-polar world. Only God knows what awaits us.


The Guru of Joy:

He happens to be the fastest growing guru in the mart of
happiness presiding over an empire of air - called the Art of
Living(AOL) -&- breathing with him are the despairing and the
dandy. Searing slokas intensify him. Swaying bodies encircle
him. He is the garlanded centre of a magenetic field , a dark-
and-white stillness placed on the exalted seat of awe and
adoration. In this sovereign republic of love, he is the
Holy Happiness and the citizens, a tranced multitude in rhythmic
species spread on the clothed floor.In the confluence of
flowers, flames and mantras, he is the highest guru, the lord -&-
the best friend, and when flames envelope songs, he sheds
stillness and soars. Like  a resurrection of the Jesus, he, in
a  psychedelic moment of sound and smoke, floats towards the
exit, hands reaching out to heaven, feet miming Flamenco, the
electricity of his smile migrating to the audience,
the darkness of his flowing locks and trimmed beard clashing
with the whiteness of his clothes, into the slushy reality of
life.

Regards


 (no subject)  abhishek  2:03 pm wednesday june 5, 2002

There were three children on that road that day
 there were three short shadows to prove they were there
then came the flying squad
from the other side of human divide
night descended on that sunny day
the chirping drowned by roaring jets
 "Half hawks and half man"
the prophecy stood the test of time

Where were you when the pieces fell
Where were you when flesh tore open
and who are we to win their war
who are we to return their land.

Never asked your baby boy
how scared he gets when you scream
ever wondered what  they  felt
when you shrieked with that toy over their dreams.

Little pieces are on the ground
ashes ,lungs,eyes and shock
no shadows linger this time around
there's nothing to prove that they were there.


 Train to nowhere  Abhishek  4:47 am saturday june 29, 2002


Train to Nowhere is one of the best pieces of poetry i have
ever read.
 I don't want to say things about it 'coz that will spoil it.
I hope to see many more pieces of such immaculate creative on
Sanjaytrehan.com
Cheers
Abhishek


 New HT site  abhishek  6:25 pm thursday july 4, 2002
Sir,
Congratulations on the new HT launch.
Another feather in the cap.
Regards
Abhishek