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. : : : 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. : : 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.   :  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. -----------------------------  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. : : -----------------------------  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