Coffee?

Its said....

"a lot can happen over coffee"

I say....

"a lot more happens over Tequila"

;)

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Kuch Karke Jana Hai..

mann maajhi jo ho..

to kya jarurat fir naao ki..

mazaa jo lena ho lahron ka..

taair ke jana hai..

parr sapno ke jo hon..

to kya jarurat fir raat ki..

chhoona ho gar aasman ko..

udd ke jana hai..

dariya apna jeevan jo ho..

to kya jarurat fir boondon ki..

pyaas bujhani ho jo ghat ki..

doob ke jana hai..

aag humari soch jo ho..

to kya jarurat fir badal ki..

paar jo karna ho suraj ko..

jalaake jana hai..

rang humare saathi jo hon..

to kya jarurat fir barsaat ki..

panaa ho jo indradhanush ko..

aasman rang ke jana hai..

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MANN HAI...

us parchai se pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

kaale thande aasman ke tale,

aaj kho jaane ka bada mann hai.

aasha aur nirasha se pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

jugnuon ko fir se dekh chamakte,

aaj hasne ka bada mann hai.

khwabon ko rakh pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

gunguna kar un yaadon ko,

aaj rone ka bada mann hai.

rakh panno aur shyahi ko pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

do labz us ghazal ke,

aaj dohrane ka bada mann hai.

us parchai se pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

kaale thande aasman ke tale,

aaj peene ka bada mann hai.

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BECAUSE OF YOU

I had a colorful life. With colors around. All around. My frends were happy and so was I. All we did all day was to lay lazy where we were... do nothing... just chit chatting.. joking and having fun....... until one day... when i was sold...

he took me with him.. he looked happy... and the evil grin on his face really scared me... i dont know what he was upto... i hoped i would be safe.. but u know how it is.... he held me.. and made me sit in the front.. he held me with one hand and balanced with the other.. he knew... if i get a chance.. i would run away... so he kept holding me all the way... and held me so tight that it started to hurt... but.. i cant complain... its against the protocol...

he slows down... i guess this is where he lives... holding me he gets off his bi-cycle.. leaves it to the support of the courtyard walls and moves inside... he took me to a room.. it had nothing but a wooden bed with a home made mattress on it... by the side there is a wooden cupboard.. pretty old... a table fan at a corner.. and by the shabby looking window is kept an oil lamp... he makes me sit on the bed and closes the window.. he then leaves me there closing the door behind....

so.. i lay here in the dark.. thinking of what all is about to come... it looks like he knows what he is doing... so i am not that scared.. but yes... i am scared a little.. after all its gonna be my first time... so, untill this moment.. i didnt imagine anything too bad.... but.. worse strikes only when u cdnt imagine it would be coming... i could hear some voices coming from the courtyard.... the door opened.. and there he was... back.. with a couple of his friends...... and now i am scared...

They got closer... staring at me with an awe of happiness and i dont know what... I went blank.. nothing could go on my mind.. i stopped thinking... Just lowered my eyes... and left everything to my fate... he held me by the side and took me outside... his friends followed... i did not have any guts to look around me.. or look at the back... or even raise my eyes... i just did what i was asked to.. with my eyes lowered I could just see the wheels of the bicycle laying against the wall... the well and kept by it was the bucket which had lost its shape and colour... I sat down on the floor... they surrounded me.. and i could barely see any light.... then something happened...

something pinched around my neck and my waist... the acute pain made me faint.. and the blur faces was the last thing i remember.. i dont know what happened to me.. i dont know how long i had been in that state... when i opened my eyes... i could see the sky.... i turned.. i was in an open field... well atleast it seemed like one... i heard some water flowing.. i got up and sat... yeah there was a river....

and then... i felt the pain again... and i realised i was tied around my neck and waist... before I could figure out what was happening to me... i experience a sudden pull and there i was..... taking my first flight... within a few minutes.. i was almost touching the sky... reaching out to the rainbow... feeling the colours... feeling the happiness of being what i am meant to be... to fly... and when i looked down... i could see the excitement in their eyes...

had it not been him.. i would have never known..... what i could do.. what i am capable of.. had he not held the string right... i would never had the safe flight... had he not been there... i would have never known... how high could i fly.... because of him... i am living my dream... :) :)

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IF LIFE IS A BITCH.. WE ARE THE DOGS!

long have we all been cribbing about life being a bitch..
quite often it happens that when u are all set on the pitch of life..
just ahead of the half century...
life throws its “googly”..
and there u are.. stumped..
and u are dismayed... displeased with the luck.. displeased to think..
u could have had a century..
but the questions arises..
what if u were out after the century?
will u feel good and be proud of ur performance?
probably not.. then u will think... and i am pretty sure one does..
“god dammit i could have had a double century”
hmmm.. so.. if it is life which is a bitch..then we are all a dog..
we are never ever satisfied...
with whatever and no matter how much we get and we keep screwing our life...
and it is not life which screws us..
isnt it?

a summer when..

It was too hot one summer..

and i wanted to dive and float,

in water blue and cold.

then i saw a freshly dug well,

with water shining and deep.

had no patience to wait,

went ahead and jumped.

initially..

it felt nice and soothing,

and then things turned.

I looked up to find...

I have jumped into

the darkness unmatched..

I wanted to get out of it,

to the light.

had no option but,

to crawl up the muddy walls.

i did.. tried.. took time..

and i reached nearly the top..

and then... it rained.

the muddy walls slipped,

and i was back in the well again.

trapped here now.. i wish..

there hadn’t been that summer,

when....

English bolni nahi aati?? Ch Ch Ch.....

The blog is the result of a video making rounds of FB walls these days. "Ye haal hai humare MPAs ka. Kya ye mulk chala sakte hain??" says the title of the video. A young 20 something chap is trying to ask a simple question to the politicians, "what is prosperity?". But, he has one constraint. They have to answer in English. I dont think the replies are important because the title of the video says it all. "Laughs".. That's our leaders.. "Our leaders".

It reminded me of another instance which was a very regular affair in the 90's. It was when Sachin Tendulkar was still a rising star and had to speak on receiving the MOM award, he was proudly making us indians ashamed by his lame english. Thats exactly what my Gen X/Y felt atleast. And same we said about Bhajji or any one who was actually making us more ashamed on the world podium by their stupid english than making us proud by their star acts.

"S&%le to English bhi bolni nahi aati", was a common expression we all used. I have a question. Were we justified in doing so? Were they really making us ashamed by their paralysed english or making us proud by making it to the national team and then playing like a star at the age of "just" 16?

If we talk about our very own Politicians, well I don't generally support them but talking about Lalu I can definitely say one thing, what he did to the Indian railways, an English speaking Nitish Kumar or Mamta Banerjee cannot ever do that. He reformed the IR from a loss making organization, intimidated to be landed into the private hands to the most profitable Indian organization during his reign. And our English speaking lady from Bengal hasn't paid Taxes to the government saying IR doesn't have enough funds and the profit ain't much. Lalu even though not knowing English has been one of the few politicians to make to the IIMs which even our oxford educated PM haven't had the privilege of.

We are ashamed if we don't know English while we are proud of not knowing our own Hindi, the national language. If I ask all those literate people of my country or better said my "Gen" who were ashamed because Sachin didn't knew English, I can bet, not even 10% would know how to write their own name in hindi let alone the numbers or kaa, khaa, gaa, ghaa. I wonder who should be ashamed. Sachin or Us?

We want to make the firangs know that we know their language and we are equal to them. And the fact stands that they have just been successful enough to make us feel that learning their language is a necessity for us. I wonder how wonderful it would have been if they would have found it more important to know our language. Isn't it? But why would someone find it important when we ourselves are ashamed of our own language.

Its high time that we feel proud of ourselves.. Of what we are.. Of what we have.. Of what is ours.. and of what we do... We may be driving a Ferrari, but still we are no one if we loose our own identity. Language is one of our such identities which makes us, Us. It took 5000 years for Hindi to evolve, and its not worth giving up something for 200 years of slavery. The sooner we understand, the better it is for us.

P.S. Well, actually the blog is a result of no work in office. :P :P

..AND I PULLED THE TRIGGER.

Standing at the balcony of my apartment, alongside the busiest street of the city, I can see a myriad of lights of those distant cars but I can’t hear anything. I am holding a gun to my chin. I can’t feel anything except the chilling metallic ring against. Indifferent; I am not pressing it hard, I am just holding it casually. I don’t know why my hands aren’t shaking at this moment. “So, this is it”, I say and pull the trigger.

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I leave the office. A little before time today. Infact, all I am doing in office is keep thinking and no work. There is no point. Atleast, I wont get that stare from people in my office. I pick up my phone, hang my bag and just leave. I stop by my favorite spot; pick up my Malboro and a bottle of Smirnoff. With the kind of mood I am in, Nirvana smells just right with its “come as you are”. Stopping at every possible street light, with a snails pace I move towards my apartment. Though there are honking cars supposedly beleaguering me, but I hear nothing. Nothing at all. Its as if my ears have been tuned to just one voice. Her voice.

I have made up my mind already. To do this. This is the only escape I can have. But, before i do this, I have some things to finish. And, I have some voices that I want to carry with me. Long lost friends and family. I call up everyone. One by one. Cherishing and reliving every moment that we had lived, shared and added together in our story. I ask them what would it be like if I was gone. They laugh. And, I laugh too. Not as if it was a joke. But, to the fact that they didn't understand.

And, I change my mind. I change my mind of going to the apartment. I take a look on the rear view mirror, and take a sharp U-Turn without taking off my feet from the gas. I head towards my favourite spot alongside the river. I pull up. Sit on the bonnet. Loosen the tie knot. Make my peg. Light myself a cigarette and stare at the flowing river. I want to make one last attempt. I take out my cell-phone. Slide it up. Check the last dialed contact. Stare at the number for long and then finally press the green. As usual, a ring but no answer. I smile. Slide it back in my pocket and finish my drink in one.

I get down. Uselessly I kick a stone to make it land more into the mud than water. Look at “my” river for one last time and get into the car. Turning on the ignition I swirl the un-finished cigarette out of the window and I drive on; back to the apartment. I drive slow. I wanna take a chance. May be she would call. I wanted to buy myself as much time as I can. Living with a hope. That’s all I have done my entire life. I reach my apartment. I park and move towards the elevator. I enter and press 17.

I open up the door, switch on the light and casually flip my cellphone on the couch. Sitting on the couch, with my arms resting on my knees and my hands clasping each other loosely, I am staring at the gun kept on the table in the front. It’s been for the past few days that I am thinking of giving up; everything. With that, I just have this life to give up. Even that wasn’t mine anyways. I raise my eyes to the cell phone that I casually threw on the couch in the front as I entered the place. “I should call her up before I do this”, I tell myself. I swing between Yes and No for couple of minutes. I rise, reach out to my phone, walking a few steps I call her.

She did not pick up.

I smile and casually flip the phone back to where it was. I pick up the gun and walk out of the hallway to the balcony.

Standing at the balcony of my apartment, alongside the busiest street of the city, I can see a myriad of lights of those distant cars but I can’t hear anything. I am holding a gun to my temple. I can’t feel anything except the chilling metallic ring against my head. Indifferent; I am not pressing it hard, I am just holding it casually. I don’t know why my hands aren’t shaking at this moment. "So, this is it", I say and I pull the trigger.

And here I am, motionless; lying in a pool of blood. I don’t have a nose, my jaw is not in its place, I cannot say where one of my eyeballs is, but the other one is stuck loose in its pocket.

And.. my cell phone rings. Yes.. she called. But...

kyun.

khafa khafa si palkon mein,

tere pyaar ki nami kyun hai.

tu paas hai fir bhi,

teri kami kyun hai.

sulajh si gayi thi jo ab tak,

sansen meri tujhme fir uljhi kyun hain.

hai neend ghaneri aankhon me,

raaten meri fir jaagi si kyun hain.

seedhe chalte sapne apne,

rahen humari fir ulti kyun hain.

ek toota taara dekha jab dono ne,

umeed fir mujhe hi kyun hai.

hai doobta suraj fir bhi,

us shaam ki kami kyun hai.

hai kami jab ek shabd ki bas,

fir kami ye itni bojhal kyun hai.

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1st Para : Courtesy Bhavna :)

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The Oasis..

barefoot he walks,

across the desert sand.
looking for an oasis,
he wanders along.
looks at the sun,
and then at
the mighty sand below.
pants and sweats,
but looses no hope.
illuded by a mirage,
again and again.
he finally decides,
its the wind,

that he shall follow.
but, not to where it goes,
where it's
intimidated to flow.
taking a deep breath,
he takes his steps.
and, a little further did he go,
there it was, he found

his oasis.

the changes.. the answer...

One morning you wake up and find everything has changed…. The colours around have become pale… the view outside your window is not that green anymore… The walk around the woods is not that lovely… neither is the fragrance of the air so alive… and the sleep ain’t that peaceful any longer……

You walk out looking for an answer to the maze… as a very normal human being, you try to ask the question to the familiar faces you had known…. To the faces that had been your strength and your weakness at the same time… But you don’t find them… you find yourself among faces unknown and strange….

Suddenly you find yourself as a loner among a myriad of people… with smiling yet un-friendly faces… You muster the courage to talk to one such faces… But they don’t speak the same language….. You want to talk heart but they are talking minds… they don’t understand you and neither do you understand them…

You think hard to figure out some faces which might be the same… You ride on to them…. Phew!! As you thot they didn’t change… You take a step ahead and looked for solace in them…. U did get a warm welcome but you realized that there is something that's missing… U shove the thot away.. and u ask them to play… but “sorry, we don’t have time”, they say… disappointed you leave the place…

You walk on, staring at the grey concrete… You put your hands in pocket and take out your loving music player… and finally you smile.. You plug in and play… but even the music didn’t sound the same… in a jiffy you pull out the earplugs… smash it on the concrete… and you stop and stare at the dead…

Confused you start to run… u donno where to go… you take this way.. and then that.. and then the other…. U donno if you took the right way… but you know that you need answers…. And you reach the sea… you take a deep breath and sit on the beach… and you see another change…. the is Sun setting in the East…

And now you give up on others…. You decide to ask the answers to yourself… You go home… You stand in front of the mirror…. And You get your answer.. They grew up.. but You remained the same!!!

what matters?

As everyone, you must have also read and been told…. right from the time when you were a mere toddler to the time when u started wooing gals.. that life is all about how big you become…

BIG… that’s a big word… but no one .. ever cared to make u realise that in the end.. its only the small things, that can make u happy… that can keep u happy…

And in your blind belief.. u start chasing ur Big dream.. not realising that you lost a mirade of small moments.. which would have actually mattered and shall always will….

 

Talking to Myself...

World doesn’t stop.. for you.. or for anyone else… so its better to keep moving slowly rather than making a stop… so at times, grab any opportunity that lies ahead instead of waiting for a better one… note – “at times”.

Time is the best healer… no matter how deeply hurt you are or were.. in months if not days.. in years if not months.. you will come out of it.. So chillax.. why worry?? ;)

Music is the best medicine….. Try it… when a little tensed, say before going to the stage for something… keep humming ur favourite tune and see the Magik :)

A light drizzle and a little wind.. esp along the beach is the most romantic thing out there… don’t u think so??? Try writing something… the words will be poetry.. trust me on that!!!

The most dangerous disease that I see as of today is the phone ring sickness.. When walking in the market or driving.. Invariably u will feel that ur phone is ringing and then not to much surprise it wouldn’t. : Advise – Its time to change ur ring tone!!!

Planning to go on a holiday?? C’mon dude… don’t plan… just pack ur bag and leave..

In ur bathroom, make sure u don’t, in any damn situation are either standing or sitting right below the geyser… U might not have Hitler’s luck as I had… :D

Find ur best friend in ur parents.. no matter how high u fly… and no matter how good a friend u have… ur parents are the only one who wouldn’t be jealous of you.

Thinking about oneself is not being selfish.. thinking ONLY about oneself is what is being selfish.. so, go ahead and think about urself, but not at the cost of the happiness of ur near and dear ones.

When in bad mood, switch off ur phone.. its better to introspect than to loose respect.. understand what I mean?? :P

Never take out ur rant on ur food.. it has got nothing to loose.. sole looser?? you!!

When something is really worrying you… and u really really don’t wanna think about it… watch a nice gripping movie… atleast it can help u in doing that for the next couple of hours. And “what after that?” Pal, start with another movie!!! ;)

There is nothing wrong in praying at times… believe it or not.. it does give u some peace and a little confidence.

U really want something? badly? how badly? Well, Dont say... show how much u really want that.. and u will have it. Provided other's dont show that they want it more than you do ;)

Nothing is impossible... Neither is anything difficult.. not even digging ur own grave!! Well, arent u digging ur own grave by smoking 10 each day. Think abt it. (P.S. I dont smoke. Its just a thought :P)

Feeling Lucky?

..no one knows it.. no one can see it.. no one ever plans it... it just happens... sending u in an unparallel shock.. too hard to get over it.. u sit.. ponder looking for words.. that would now define your life... or may be other's.......

a day sometimes begins with such unwelcome instances.. and you make up your mind... "look.. there may be some more to come... the day has just begun".. and you start for the day... expecting just anything !!!

An Un-Wanted Want...

"hum apni manzil ko paane ke liye kya kuch nahi karte... aur sab paane ke bad humen aisa kyun lagta hai ki humne zindagi se ye to nahi manga tha......"

..a line from a movie that hit me hard... real hard...

ek chala main raahi..

ek chala main raahi..
us raah me..
jo meri thi hi naa kabhi..

bas dhoop hi dhoop..
na chaaon..
na paani tha kahin..

chalta gaya main ye soch..
bandhu rasta hai kathin..
to manzil hogi yahin..

nikal gaya itni door..
ki fir naa dikhe koi manzil..
na rasta aur koi..

juta himmat..
ulte kadam..
chal to chuka hun main abhi..

par wo mode..
jahan hui thi galti..
jane ab milega ya nahi..

waqt na thehra tha mere liye..

waqt na thehra tha mere liye....
kaha usne jee le jitna jina ho abhi...
ek baar main chala gaya..
to fir laut ke na aaunga kabhi...
nasamajh main..
samjh na paya uski baat ko..
kho diya us pyaare lamhaat ko..
fir aaj baitha hun..
un lamho ko dobara jine ke liye..
maine manga usse.. dede yaar ek aur mauka mujhe..
mauka diya to hai usne mujhe..
par sirf..
uski yaadon ko shabdon me pirone ke liye...

IT'S A BOY GAL THING - II

Hero : “Where is the train halting now?”
The Man : “Its in the yard.. New Delhi Rly Station…”

Hero gets down from his upper birth… Not much surprised but a lil pist off to not find his shoes…

Hero : “Shoes??.. Where are my shoes?”The Man (Laughs) : “kids who come to the yard to take away the left overs… must have taken your shoes.. by the way.. your luggage is at the security.. show ur ticket and collect it from there..”

Hero moves out… collects his bag from security.. Barefoot he walks out of New-Delhi station towards the Taxi Stand……

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Heroine : Hey, I gotta talk to you regarding something. Bolun…Hero : Permission granted.. shoot.
Heroine : Wo… Can we go somewhere else?
Hero : You can speak up here.. not a problem maam.
Heroine : Yaar, wo kya hai na ki… I really like you! And…..
Hero kinda got the clue of whats gonna come. He was looking in her eye and could sense the amount of nervousness she was going thru.. but still he waited…. Looking straight at her…

Heroine got a little more nervous and she just lowered her eyes as she could not muster the courage to look into the eyes of a very good friend and see that her words to follow might end up her loosing him forever.. confused.. and still eyes lowered.. she continued………

Heroine : I know its kinda weird and.. and.. I may not be that lucky.. But.. but.. I couldn’t keep it within myself any more… for past few days or.. or… may be weeks I kinda.. kinda.. have fallen for you…
Hero still looking at her.. amazed and confused himself… he doesn’t know what to say so he just kept hmmming all the while she spoke.. at the back of his head what was going on were several emotions… “wow.. I couldn’t believe it”.. “oh shit.. what am I supposed to say.. yes.. no..”.. “yeppe”… “yaar should I better ask for some time?”.. phew…….

She looked at him… saw the expression on his face… a little pessimism surrounded her and the immediate thought was “I shouldn’t have done it.. shit”.. gathering some courage and noticing that the hero is avoiding to look at her….. she continued….

Heroine : I know I shouldn’t have said it.. but.. but.. hmmm.. nothing.
No one spoke for quite some time… Hero continued to look away from her… deep in thought.. thinking what to say… Heroine continued to stare at her tea… waiting for the hero to speak.. thinking… “gotdamit say something stupid”..

Hero : Coffee? I mean…. Not here… may be somewhere else?Heroine (nervous and confused.. doesn’t have any clue what the hero gotta say) : Hmmm. Ok.
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They have their coffee waiting at their place.. Hero sipping the coffee.. and heroine staring and stirring her coffee continuously… she is more confused than ever.. no one spoke.. Hero had no idea of how to begin and what to say… Heroine had already done her part.. she cannot do anything but wait……

Hero passes a piece of paper to her.. it read….

“Hey, the coffee is pleading… please drink me maam. :)”
Heroine smiles… Puts down the spoon and takes a sip… and wrote back…

“So what does the coffee say now.”

“Thanks..” Wrote Hero.

She smiles.. musters the courage and writes….. “So…….”

“Yaar”.. Hero begins to write… Heroine sips her coffee in the meanwhile… tensed from within of wats going to come….. Hero continues….

“Yaar.. you know how it is… I have just been thru a rough patch and trust me I do not wanna commit the same mistakes again. I know you mut have given it a 100 thoughts before coming over… but… I lost a friend earlier, I don’t wanna loose you….. I mean.. I just donno wat to say….”
“Carry on”… She wrote.

“Yaar, dekh… its like….. I donno how u gonna take this… but.. neways…. You know what.. I had a huge crush on you sometime back… but I thot u try to keep a hand distance from people… I mean the way you are… Taking it as stupid infatuation.. and to top it.. never getting any chance to talk to u that time… I moved ahead….. I seriously liked you a lot.. and I like you even this day…. But… you know how it is…..”

“Confused… you are confused.. and making me a lot more”..

“Well…” Pauses for sometime before penning down his final words… Finally he wrote…

“Well…I need some time.”
She did not write any reply to this and returned the paper…… Hero reacts… expressions literally asking her “What? What does that mean?” and gave back the paper to her…. She wrote….

“:)”

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A well decorated bedroom…. And a nice looking cosy bed… The paper conversation at coffee well framed and kept on one side of the bed… and a closeup of the Hero and Heroine on the other side…… Hero sleeping.. and Heroine enters the room.. a lil in a hurry… She calls out….

“Get up…. You will be late for office…”
No reaction from the hero.. He doesn’t move at all… She moves towards him.. takes his arm.. and tries to pull him off the bed……

“Get up.. get up…. You cant sleep all day like this… get up..!!!”
Hero opens his eyes…. Smiles.. looks around… It took him a couple of seconds to realise… that he was sleeping in a railway compartment.. and another couple of seconds to recollect why he was here… After coming to his senses he asked the person who was trying all the while to wake him up…

Hero : “Where is the train halting now?”
The Man : “Its in the yard.. New Delhi Rly Station”

Hero gets down from his upper birth… Not much surprised but a lil pist off to not find his shoes…

Hero : “Shoes??.. Where are my shoes?”
The Man (Laughs) : “kids who come to the yard to take away the left overs… must have taken your shoes.. by the way.. your luggage is at the security.. show ur ticket and collect it from there..”

Hero moves out… collects his bag from security.. Barefoot he walks out of New-Delhi station towards the Taxi Stand……………

NOSTALGIA

When you look back upon ur life....
what would u remember?

would you remember you first day at school?
or, all those excuses that you made for not doing ur homework..
stupid enough to now make u smile on urself.. right?

would you remember ur games and free classes?
or, the drawing classes where invariably everyone was rising THE Sun behind THE two triangular mountains....
stupid enuf to think urs is better than his/hers.. :

would u remember playing cricket after exams with exam boards?
or, reaching school learning science when it was actually English paper..
stupid enough to make you now think how stupid you were..

would you remember that every story started as "Once upon a time.."?
or, that every story ended as "..and they lived happily ever after."
Fairy Tale.. thats what life used to be then....

would you remember those incoherent thoughts of dreaming BIG.
or, dreaming about what you want to be when u turn into a man.
stupid enough to make u now realize how impragmatic u were...

would u remember fighting over who ur best frend is?
or, those wonderful handwritten new year cards flaunting the words.. "to my best friend...."
stupid? not at all.. right? :)

would you remember how frequently you were punished in class?
or, those wonderful punishments that made you sit between the gals..
why aren’t we so wonderfully punished anymore? ;)

would you remember ur first crush on one of ur schoolmate?
or, the one you had on ur BIO teacher when you were in 7th grade..
ohh... she was certainly PREETIer than the gals!!!

would you remember how bad you felt leaving one school to join another?
or, how ecstatic u were to find new friends and start a new life..
Some of them.. who still are with you today!

would you remember, how every morning ur journey started on ur scooter..
or, how pantheistically u prayed for a gal to ask for a lift. :P
Certainly not anyone from ur school. :P

would you remember how suddenly studies became a serious matter?
or, the bunking classes and the movie shows..
and those game of cricket that went on and on and on.....

would you remember how tough getting into college was?
or, how easy was it to get a family far from home...
a family of friends.. :)

would you remember, your first nightout of life, spent studying?
or, the first day dreaming of the first serious crush u have just had....
wondering now, why u didnt ever tell her??

would you remember, the 760 acres of land you had under ur feet?
or, the 8x8 room shared by two most dissimilar characters in the college...
how brilliant u were to manage in such a small box for 4 years.. aint it?

would you remember, being out with frens enjoying ur heart out?
or, the silent candle light vodka/sutta night with Pink Floyd singing especially for u...
how lovely the next day turned out to be, being spent on bed! :P

would you remember, what all things the alma mater gave you??
or, what all things it heartlessly took away from you.. forever...
certainly, teaching u a lesson.. and thus giving u something in other words. :)

would you remember, how pathetically u were sweating inside during the job interview?
or, how exhilarated you were with ur first job, then second.. then third....
realising late, what it meant was THE END to a wonderful college life! :(

would you remember, yourself leaving the alma mater just before u started a new life?
or, the one that u are right now, completely different from ur own self..
ever realised, how urself and ur beliefs have transformed over the years..

So... what would u remember?
When you look back upon ur life….

RANDOM THOUGHTS I

“Yara yahi dosti hai…. Kismat se jo mili hai….. sab sang chalen.. sab rang chalen.. chalte rahe hum sada……..”

Listening to junoon… with the remix sound of the tic tac from my lappy keyboard making the song a little more interesting……. My head is whirling these days… sometimes m all smiling and laughing my heart out with my frends for whom life is like a bed of roses curently… and the very next moment.. Somewhere inside me as well…. I got to be there for people for whom.. life is certainly not a bed of roses.. not at all……..

There are my frens who have found the love of their life…. Feeling ecstatic.. a little crazy….. yet always smiling.. and making future plans… thodi unki khinchai.. may be they say.. “sale chup karega”.. but deep down inside their hearts…. I know.. they have always longed to feel this.. and it makes them more happy than ever……..getting calls from their dream universities.. god.. life cannot be better than this.. and as al human beings… and the greedy nature.. praying the other one gets into the same universities.. and life turns from bed of roses.. to bed of lilies.. and then to bed of carnations… red ones… Midas.. as we all are… :)

Then there are my friends.. who have lost their jobs…. Some on the verge of loosing it.. some are just scared of loosing it….. some have been dumped by the ones they loved the most in their life.. while some others….. just trying to sketch their life in a better way……. And it feels helpless.. to be not able to do anything for them… and sometimes.. it hurts to give them consolation.. and show them the bright picture of life… when I myself know.. life aint gonna be easy for them in the near future as well… feels like m cheating on them by creating hopes in their minds.. cos when the hope will crumble down in a day or two.. they will stand lost again.. lost in their own eyes…. Or may be these hopes turn out to be true.. after all they are not bad.. its just that the situations aint right… and when the tide takes a U turn… life will be a bed of roses for them as well.. :)

“Tute na kabhi sath ye.. chute na kabhi sath ye… apni to hai yahi dua..
Chalte rahe hum tum.. yun hi badhte rahe hum tum.. khusiyon ke sang hum tum sada……..”

Praying and wishing a life… like bed of roses for all my frends…… cheers!!!!