Sheer love

If my tears can take away your sorrow,
let my eyes run dry..
If my words could take away your pain,
let me speak in my sleep..
If my voice could soothe your scars,
let it never cease..
And if my prayers could heal you,
let my every breath pray.....

The adventures of chi chi chidiya!

This happened between zotta(harjyot) and me...ess emm ess
:zotta paaji,chi chi chidiya called and said ki dhoop badi hai..garmi lagdi hai.Khane peene mein bhi mushkil hai.main to karditta apne yahan...tussi kitta?

zotta:maa nu bol ditta..

next day..
:paaji.chi chi chidiya asks if the work is done.
zotta:ma roz paani khaana daldi hain.

:chi chi chidiya and babaji says thank you to zotta!
zotta:main to kar raha haan apna KARMA
:to chi chi chidiya nu thanku das jo ae mauka ditta!
zotta:jai chi chi!

have you earned your thank you from the chi chi chidiya??
no??
what stops you?
chi chi chidiya likes bajra seeds and water in an earthen vase...
yo chi chi studd chidiyaa!

chi chi chidiya's friends

Pee roblem?

The problem right now is...nothing!

Just we're not sharing enough good things with people.

When we're happy,we remember people who had last done good to us.I say last done,since a single bad action destroys all previous victories.

So when you're happy...do something you've never done before...something you've never planned to do before..

Or if you're too tired...
send a funny forwarded sms to a grumpy busy businesslike person?of course,along with,to those who you love!

yo dude!!
dhishkyaaaun!

Recession?

Ek subah,college ke mandir ke saamne ek banda mattha tek raha tha..

Fankee:
Nahi bhai kuch nahi hone waala,nahi jaane waala recession.
bhagwaan se kya mang rahe ho,woh to khud girvi pade hue hain!

When you stop living!

"tujhe bhejun sandesh meri laado?
ki tu na aana is des meri laado?"

Often,as it happens,we lose touch of common friends.What say of common old friends but even of ourselves.How we used to dance in the rain,how we laughed and made jokes about any tiny observations we had in a movie,or how we used to do lots of little things,which were fun!

Then,what is the problem?

The problem is,that
1.We are not sharing enough of good things.
2.We are thinking of time,office and work having control over us.

Can you beat that?We actually barter things that we liked(rain,fun) for things like office?

So what can you do?
here's what i do...
Whenever there's something special happening,something that makes me feel glad,something that touches the heart...

I send an abrupt sms.

An abrupt sms like..kyun hoti hai.....<5 lines gap> uttran?
Or something like..Omlette banate woqt kya dhaniya dalta hai?
or the one you see on the top..
or at the most a forwarded one..

And specially send it to people,who you know that wouldn't reply,or those who you think are supposed to be really busy with their work,or people who are down.

9 out of 10 times,u'll get a reply,or atleast u'll talk about this in future...

Don't try this aise hi..try it when you really feel like sending this sms...feel like "I-am-happy-but-this-person-maybe-not"

I've tried it with top notch professionals,directors,teachers,artists, bussy bees.
Just to make sure that they won't forget what they're actually working for!

Random thoughts

During a conversation at Spice mall with ankit(Fankee)

Me:le..sardaar ka phone aa gaya..
Sardar(sitting on the side):(starts talking to his girl friend)

Fankee:haan haan poore updates maangti hai..har baar phone karke apna database update karti hai...

Name:wahi hai..
Address:wahi hai..
Sex:nahi yaar..abhi khana khaaya hai!!

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Lines....

Kabhie jaanti thi teri shama humein,parwaano ki tarah....
kal,teri mehfil mein,tujhse mile,anjaano ki tarah.

Shabdaarth(word meanings):

1.Shama:flame of a candle
2.Parwaana:moth
3.Anjaano:strangers

Kab jaana ye ishq hai?

Requestwa:please don't relate or askwa why i wrotewa such a poemwa..its just a random thought..

kab jaana ye ishq hai? कब जाना ये इश्क है?

jab aankhon se behti majhdhaar ko ,जब आँखों से बहती मज धार को,
wo haath apnane lage,वोह हाथ अपनाने लगे,

aur khud-b-khub haath badhkar, और ख़ुद-ब-ख़ुद हाथ बढ़कर,
haathon mein samane lage, हाथों में समाने लगे,

aur hoton par aayi baat ko, और होटों पर आई बात को,
tere nayan batane lage, तेरे नयन बताने लगे,

tab jaana ye ishq hai, तब जन ये इश्क है!


jab yaad teri aane bhar se,जब याद तेरी आने भर से
geele cheent,gaalon par aane lage,गीले छींट,गालों पर आने लगे ,

jab raat ko yunhi baithe hue,जब रात को यूँही बैठे हुए,
aise geet zehen mein aane lage, ऐसे गीत जेहन में आने लगे,

aur mohalle mein apne,hum, और मोहल्ले में अपने हम,
shayar kehlaane lage,शायर कहलाने लगे,

tab jaana ye ishq hai, तब जन ये इश्क है!


jab haathon mein uske,जब हाथों में उसके,
haath dekh tera,हाथ देख तेरा,

na tanj na shikan ke, न तंज, न शिकन के ,
phir bhi tujhe apnane lage ,फिर भी तुझे अपनाने लगे ,

aur aise khayaalo ki aad le, और ऐसे ही ख्यालों की आड़ लेकर,
us dard ko hum bhulaane lage,उस दर्द को हम भुलाने लगे

tab jaana..haan..Ye ishq hai, तब जाना....हाँ...ये इश्क है...


aur jab sunai,ye ghazal use, और जब सुनायी ये ग़ज़ल उसे,
jise ye sab ishq karne ke bahane lage, जिसे ये सब इश्क करने के बहाने लगे,

tab jaana ye ishq hai! तब जाना ये इश्क है!

Meanings:
majhdhaar:flowing river
zehan:in the mind
tanj:hesitation
shikan:hesitation

palken..

Palken

this poem has literally occurred to me!
literally occurred.



darakhton ke beech se,woh jhaankti palke,
uthti palken,jhukti palken,
gir ke uthti,sambhalti palken,
dhoondhti hai,na jaane kaunsa nazara
door jhankti,woh khoyee si palken.

bikhare kaajal ka intehan ye palken,
ek shayar ki hai,sazza ye palken,
doobti ubharti sawarti palken,
par na jaane aaj kyun,
hain,num ye palken,num ye palken.

falak se zameen tak,taankti palken,
shaam ki chuppi mein gumsum si palken,
dilon ko cheerti,chalakti palken,
kuch kehne se khud ko rokti palken,
falakti palken,chalakti palken,
par na jaane kyun
phir bhi nam ye palken,
nam ye palken.

A biologists love...

A biologists love

Teaching few 10th class students, some biology of the cell(which I myself, mugged up only a
few days before the exams),a very distant and weird thought hit me. Why is it that all cells
perform their duty?

There seem to me,2 answers for it...a utilitarian one and another one which is on a higher
plane(no..not (1,1,0)).

Doesn't it seem weird to you, how each cell endless and diligently performs it duties without fail? How cells remain in harmony, and yet help each other out in carrying out there own duties?

On a hilarious note, how would the thinking process of a cell work?
"Hi!yay!!great...i have been born out of one cell,say,by mitosis..

wohoo!i didn't know it by i have another brother of mine just round the corner..

oooh.not only one brother, but millions of them. and hey!they all look alike..

yaar,life mein kuch fun bhi hona chahiye..chalo..cancer kare!

*now the dilemma of life begins*
am i special? was i born to do a special task, since everyone of my so called

busy-in-their-own-task brothers are doing the same task that i am doing..still thinking..

dameet,its time to die...

tada!"

How is it that they all do their work so efficiently to make the body run so perfectly in sync?

And maybe they all get tired of our thanklessness towards them, that they start misbehaving
towards the end of life…or as we age?

One of the solution towards this dilemma is...

They do it just utalitarianly..

All the desire is only their own survival, own growth, own promotion(if there is any,in the cellular world),and their own propagation.

They are selfish, mindless freaks, who are rigid, move only as per their DNA commandments, to attain a successful cellular life.

In short, much like towards world, they do everything just for their own utility..for their own benefit..not thinking, for any communal/community cellular benefit.

Another point of view, would be to assume them to be carefree,yet caring,social beings,who are performing their duties out of love for the body, for the love of the well being of life and its sustenance.

They are true saints, selfless, being born and dying every second for our well being,our life..

Maybe they don't know it, that they do so for a common good, maybe they're just doing what they think is right, but still unknowingly, they are doing this out of love.

And,as concerns with me, I think this is theory I support.. out of love, shall all beings be born!

A few senti lines form Guna

Had gone to JIET Guna for a college festival,where these lines struck me..

"khaakh mein mil jagoge,
kya reh jaaoge deewaano..

na dastaan thi tumhaari,
aur na koi dastaan rahegi.."

and another...

"If you can't thank people for what they are,atleast thank them for what they aren't!"

awww...senti ho gaya naa?

Mol.Bio..main ni!

146 bp around the h2a,h2b,h3 and h4.
146:dr six.dr.sick?

kyunki doctor ka transfer hota rehta hai...
acyltransferases,methyltransferases,and kinases(phosphate transferases)

rest 74 bp.:car linker.

h3 and h4 remain most conserved.

histone acetylases:Hats and Hdacs deacetylases.
more effective on KS(evs waali..lysing and serine)..kyunki woh hat pehenti hai..

ye numbers yaad karo:3.4Armstrong,34 armstrong,20 armstrongs and 36degree per turn.

S=T+W

PTC...abhi itni hi bani hai..

PTC

shabdaawali(terms to remeber):

haberlandt:father of tissue culture.
(icici par daddy ji(anupam kher of KKG)..with land ke papers)

white:successful long term culture of tomato roots
(1st hostel ke saamne,safed tomatoes)

morel and martin:culture of virus free dahlia through meristems
(Sac ke neeche.marty(maagascar?) making dalia)

miller and skoog:root:shoot,auxin:cytokinin
(tuck ke aage,uncle scrooge rate-io pooch re hain)

cocking:ezmyme,cell wall,protoplast
(nahi..main iska nahi bat sakta)


presentation:lab org and equipment

Cn=10^N X 9.1/d)^2.08

BSC1:collg waale cabinet with HEPA filter on exhaust.

BSC2:vertical waale,no volatle compund protection
dono jagah HEPA filter,input and exhaust.

type A:no vents,recirculated.
type b1:vented,30% exhausted,70% recirculated.
type b2:vented,all air exhausted.
type b3:70% exhausted,30% recirculated.

BSC 3:enclosed air tight,gloves,exhausted 2 hepa,

tetrazonium salts to red formazon:viable will be red.
evan's blue stain of dead
flourescein diacetate(FDA):green flourescein in viable.s

Caarname!

College ke kaarnaame:

A few things happened in the college,or let me say,with some college people and though i hate to put it like this,I was the central joker in all.

Both of them,happened the same day,and lemme put them chronologically yet diplomatically:

1.I was coming back from Lakshmi nagar,after meeting a friend and was walking back from the bus stop to my place.As usually happens with people of my age,both of their eyes always fixed into their mobile phones.

I walked past a lady,and then..after a few(10) steps i realize..wasn't this esha's mum?

I turn around immediately,saying loudly,Namaste aunty(no..no..don't take me like that,i was in a good mood that day,that's why i took so much of pain).

She is bewildered..amazed at the loudness and the distance after which is spoke..and then says..namaste namaste..maine pehchaana ni.

By this time,I had a good look at her,and realize that she does ook like her mother,but then there's some change.

Chalo baal katwaa liye honge i think.Then i give her another look,a grim one this time..and she says,maybe terrified of my face and the absurdity of the situation..haan haan,ab pehchaan liya.

I was still away from my place,so walking back,i again started what my generation is best at.I typed a message:"chee esha,teri mummy ko maine namaste bol ke darrrra diya!".

Happily,I entered my house,thinking what a scene would it be when she asks her mum about this incident.

She replies:"ah...kab?kahan par?".I reply,"koi ni..kal bataunga".

And then,I start off with the paper,thinking what fun it would be to narrate this story to other people.

And suddenly,it occurs to me..both of her parents are out of town for the last one week!

2.Ye waala aur bhi mast tha!

I was to talk to my friends mum and convince her to send her(my frnd) to the college trip.

One of my "dangar" frnd gave me her mum's number,saying hat if he talks,her mum would even stop sending her to the college.SO fine,i say,i'll talk.

I call up one day,(no not so easily..just after much delibration and convincing and rehearsals myself),and ask on the phone for Mrs Day.

Her father picks up the phone,says she's not around and then,maybe because he was busy,cuts the phone without asking any further question about my identity or reason for calling..thankfully(for we are not so much acquainted with him,than her mum).

A few days later,again making up my mind(i had to think upon this and medidate for this.for 3 hrs..nah..kidding),i call on the same number again.Her dad agains picks up the phone.

I ask for Mrs Day,he says,she's not around..And this time...I was not so thankful.He asks,whom am i talking to,for what reason do you want to talk to her.

My mind slams up its breaks and all making up of mind seems only a touch up..I reply in hesitation..hi this is sameer...do you want insuance??

The gentleman replies...no not right now.Thank you.
phew..close shave...

Then we decide to call my frnd up and ask her to pass the phone to her mum.Sure shot,method this time.

imagine what would have happened if she would have said..mum to nahi hai..le papa se baat kar.

His dad replies:haan beta batao,kya bat hai..
me...ah..uncle...insurance??

Divine love

ahem...ye kissi ke liye likhi thi...
mat poochna!!

her kohl underlined eyes,
as fresh as the mist,
from a morning flower,
elude and draw me,
into infinite ecstasy,
leave behind an afterglow
and a sweet scent
those mystic eyes,
leave me in a trance

I could but only
watch them with awe,
lost in their splendor
afraid,
to touch,
to see away,
lest they vanish,
in their mystic world

Did they forget some parts of the Ramayana?

I hope everybody remebers the Ramayana.
This is the version,I was told in punjabi in my pre chidlhood years:

"Ram ji di 'nu' kho jandi hai,woh dhundhde hege,ravan le jaanda hega,phir oh hannuman te baandaraan di sahayata naal humla karde hege,lanka tut jaandi hegi,sita mil jaandi hegi"

But,story mein twist.The story missed out on some crucial points.Some very critical and far reaching discoveries:

1.It is well known that monkeys are always selfish.They'll never think about you or anybody around while snatching their valauable things or foods.At the same time,being simians,they are very fond of their and only their community.Place a langur before them,they won't give him any importance.

So,what did the story miss?The story missed this part:
"while every monkey from all over India were rushing towards rameshwaram,to help Shri Ram in building the bridge from this side to Lanka,and preparing for the consequent battle,
a few monkeys from maharashtra side,were very individualistic.they thought,he's an intelligent human being,let him find ways to do it all alone.Let us care for our community and our monkey kind".

Unfortunately,such moneyistic attitude gave them an advantage of not being wounded or killed in the battle of Lanka.And nature then mistakenly chose them to be the fittest over the rest.
They floursihed,spread their empire and even now they have got represntataives all over.

We still have some of them,still in their true colours,named and famed as..Raj Thackrey!

2.On the other side,the deamon king Ravana also just forgot to use some of his army.They were like his chief reserve force,expert in guirella warfare and spoke very fluent Lankan.

Along with other qualities of hatred,distrust and anarchy of daemons,they had the special quality to sustain their demand for their rights for a very very long period and were also very individualistic.

So they did not die,and prabhu Shri Ram also forgot to punish them.
They also came out to be prosperous,and still have their empire.

We still have them and their cousins around..the LTTE.

okay....maanta hun,these jokes were extremely lame,but...then what else could you expect from me?!
:B

Terror attack?haw....hun ki?

Recently,4-6 darinde came to our country and showed us where we are and what we stood for.

Fine enough,they thought they were cool enough to barge into any hotel and start firing indiscriminately,and we thought we are also cool enough to shoot them down and plan a counter terrorist strategy.

We were exposed,they were exposed(and killed) and now we have great talks with all intellectuals participating and describing what happened,why it happened,who is to blame and what is to be done...blah blah..

Thats for what you see on tv.On your part,you did a candle light vigil,forwarded anti-(politicians,terrorist,Pakistan,everyone) messages,and now wait for the hotshots to take decision,while you check your mail and forward some more anti terror emails to other people.

I am not mocking any of this,because it is all happening for good..but then..how long?

bole to..this is all YOUR knee jerk reaction,your impetus decision,your at the moment way of venting out your anger.aur ab aage??

These knee jerk reactions are all but essential to make our politicians and government restructure,reorganize,recalibrate,redesign(and all other long words) our anti terror mechanism.
But on your part,are you living/doing/eating/sleeping/something to stop terror??

Seedhe saadhe sabdon mein beta..end mein....tum velle ho.(well most of us)

Ek kaam karo,is algorithm ko follow karo:
1.is ghatiya article ko padne ke baad,dimaag shant karo.
2.is article ke baare mein kissi aur ko batao.(cheap publicity)
3.kya ab aage bhi main hi batau?...ok ok...senti mat ho..
do this:
take a firm decision,to complete,or do something(anything) that has been lagging for long,that you always wanted to do,that you thought had talent to do,but never the time.

Use this attack as an opportunity,to complete anything that you always said you'll do later.
plant a tree,prepare a dance,write a book,give some money to charity,spend some time with some NGO,paint,shoot a video,visit a new place,start loving more..start smiling at strangers...

In short,do something,that is creative,that shall spread love.
You need not specially chose the theme to be terrorism or violence.Just express your talent.

kyunki bidu..(the line for which i wrote this whole article)...
Its only absence of love that has made these things happen..

to kya khayal hai?
(chee sameer,tujhse bakwaasss article koi ni likh sakta)

Moongphali mein daana nahi...

ok so a few jokes..roaming in my mind...jo acche waale hain..

1.we recently gave out an ad in the newspaper for renting out the ground floor.

Aisa nahi hai ki humne puraane kiraye daar ko bahut pareshaan kiya ho,ya uske ghar pe na

hote hue,uska fridge khola ho,ya fridge khol kar uski Us se laayee gayi,Lindt choclate

khayee ho,ya uska kuch samaan gaayab kiya ho...bas woh aise hi chchod kar jaa raha hai...

So we get calls from morning till evening..and guess what...every call we ask:
"aap party hain ya broker?"
(khosla ka ghosla..joke??)
2.I was stading at andrews ganj bus stop.trynig to act lazy by not walking to Ansal

plaza,while it is just a few metres away and trying to find a way via bus to that place.
pehle bande se poocha...

bhaiya..ye ansals ke liye?
he says...catch a bus numbered 413..
fine..thanku bhaiya.aur koi?
aur hain to sahi..par pata nahi.
ok..thanku bhaiya..

saamne ek aunty khadi ho kar moongphali khayee jaa ri thi..mennu chadi khundak...issliye ni

ki woh mujhse pooch ni rahi thi..isliye kyunki..ahem..woh chilke neeche pahen rahi thi..chee

aunty..

me goes upto that aunty..
Aunty..ye ansal plaza ke liye kaise jaaye?
aunty:beta..ye kahan par hai?

me:aunty bas mud kar hi hai..ye yahan se left turn..
aunty:to beta paidal chale jao..

me:aunty phir bhi...matlab joo bhi bas left mudegi...sab jaayengi..
aunty:haan...hmm...*cracks moongphali*...*eats it*...hmmm..*chews it*..hmm...accha..413

number bas..
me:ok aunty.thanku.
moongphali acchi hai?
aunty:*bewildered**still cracking moongphali with teeth*...hmm..acchi hai..
me:aap chilke neeche ni phainko gi to aur acchi lagegi!!

ye hai biochem...kamino acids...

Urea cycle:
bicarbonate->carboxyphosphate->carbamic acid->carbomoyl phosphate
carbomoyl phosphate synthetase
(ac block)

actual cycle:

carbomyl phos+ornithine->citrulline
ornithine transcarbomylase

citrulene+asparate->argininosuccinate - fumerate->arginine
argininosuccinate sythetase
argininosuccinase

arginine+urea->ornithine
arginase

argininosuccinate->fumarate

deficiencies:

brain swelling due to excess of glutamine

argininisuccinase def.
excess agrinine is supplied.per molecule of arginine,2 nitrogen excreted.


carbomoyl phosphate synthase def,or ornithine transcarbomoylase def.accumulates as glycine

and glutamine
benzoate and phenylacetate


Benzoyl CoA->hippurate
(all out,photo,paper,plug pt.)
phenylacetate->phenyl acetyl CoA->phenyl acetyl glutamine



uricotelic:purine uric acid.


entry points:
pyruvate:SAC GWOT(har jyot)
serine,ala,cysteine, glycine,typtophan,threonine

OAA:aspartate,asparagine
DN
DoN

alpha keto glutarate:herp(es) q
HERP Q
histadine,glutamine,glutamate,arginine,proline


Succinyl CoA
MoVIe
Mehtionine,valine,Isoluecine

alcaptonuria:homogentisate
all caps:homo(dostana) gents

maple syrup:KIVi
leucine,valine,Isoluecine

Phenylketonuria:phenylalanine hydroxylase

hydroxy laces?

u asked for it...fermentation(micro)

fermentation
EM pathway
at..bikanerwaala

homolactic:entry of bikaner waala,wahan par doodh mil raha hai.
mixed acid:ground floor k counter par,banda cocktail bana raha hai aur pooch ra hai,tezab kitna daalu?

butanediol:ice cream counter par,sunny deol(diol) ka cut out hai.acetoin:sunny deol is toying with the acid.

butyric acid and butanol acetone:paani peene ki jagah par,tyre pada hua hai,glasses ko bandhne ke liye.

propionic acid:dosa counter par,bahut saare pans pade hue hain...jo unusual se hain...


phosphoketolase:first floor par,counter par,bahut saare keet patange hain,jo ud rahe hain aur cashier ko pareshan kar rahe hain.
G3p(GAP) and acetyl phosphate...cashier ne GAP ki shirt pehni hai aur uske peeche ke menu board par,acid tiles lagi hui hain.

ED pathway:
at the loo waali jagah,first floor.KDPG..pareshaan karne waale keede(KeeDe) tumhaare peeche aa jaate hain into the loo..u run to harjyot paagi(PG) for help.