For someone with love:

जरा सी सांस कम होगी तुम्हारे दूर जाने से ....
मेरी आवाज कम होगी तुम्हारे दूर जाने से ......

तुम्हें एहसास मुमकिन है न होजं इतनी मोहब्बत का .....
बहुत सी आँख नम होंगी तुम्हारे दूर जाने से ...

मिले दो पल हंसा कर चल दिए यूँ बेवफाई से ...
हंसी सब भूल जायेंगे तुम्हारे दूर जाने से ....

ये सपना था, हकीकत थी, मुझे इस से नहीं मतलब ..
ख़ुशी की रात कम होंगी.. तुम्हारे दूर जाने से.....

वो हर एक बात पे हँसना हँसाना गुन गुना जाना....
कहाँ ये बात होगी अब तुम्हारे दूर जाने से ......

चलो तकदीर में इतना सही इतना मिला हमको ....
हमें मत भूल जाना तुम मगर यूँ दूर जाने पर......

My Girl and My Girl Friends..Mery vidhaniyaan

Many times i thought of putting this idea on my page .... but don't know why i stopped myself... may be the fear that i will loose something, may be something else... but today when i am over pouring my self with the emotions of my love for my girl i am putting some of the vibes of my emotional and girly life.....

From the childhood only my dream was never of becoming a doctor or engineer or anyone having great post or something. But on the contrary i always wanted a friend and being very specific i wanted a girl friend as i always afraid that "Kahin aisa na ho jaaey ki saari khoobsoorat ladkiyaan kisi na kisi ke sath engage ho jaayain" so due to this fear only this dream always had the most influential backup. If i am not wrong i realized this first time when i was only in class 5th. There was one girl "Riya" whom i consider as my first crush. And the reason why i realized that was came to my notice when i left the college and in the consequence i wrote my first poetry. Which was basically a parody .. still the romance and fantasy rolls up in my life. And from the onward i always tried to focus on the one who can be the best suitable one for my life which would be going to begin after 12 or 13 years.

Then the second big crush came when i saw her during my college competition of Debate and she came second and fortunately i came first. Her name was "------". This crush remains like this until today. Sometimes even today when i go by the same way she supposed to live i wonder that my eyes are looking and my heart is praying to god for her one glimpse.

Then the third and the finest came when i proposed her "My college junior". But the same result as the proposal was so unromantic that all my theory of romanticism got vanished up. And the result is that even today .. people used to call me the man of failure. Though i know i am still looking to see her so what if she is engaged or something. Friendship was the thing for which i proposed her and i still have the same option open. And this is the soul reason that when ever i pass through "BTM" my eyes giggled to look for her.

And finally my girl came into the picture whom i never proposed neither she did.. but our thoughts, emotions. choices everything got glued up and then only we come to know that ya... this is what i was looking for. Today When she is looking so gorgeous, so beautiful, so cute, and so..[i know that i am not having words to describe] i am missing her. I know everyone in the crowd will be looking at you but from each and every eyes only i am seeing you jaan. No one else in the world has right to see you as i am seeing you, as i am feeling you. Jaan you know this is the night when for each and every moment i am feeling that i am away from you, as i am dying for you, as i am no one without you, so incomplete, so absurd, so fade and what else. This is you who are making me colourful. This is you due to whom i can laugh, i can confidently live and survive. I am missing you jaan more than any other day ... i know you are busy... i know you are missing me too ... but jaanu aaj kasam se bilkul bhi man nahi ker raha hai ki main ek pal bhi rahun tumhare bina.. as it is like walking on the dark road with the fearful voice of wind and cloud. And i can't tackle.

Jaanu .... i am waiting for you. I know that even my try for the nap is not going to help me as i am putting you in my and then i am here but you please make it sure to come back soon. As i know that you too are missing me more than anything.


Love you jaan.

Two Flats...Two Nights...What a fun...... :P

Topic may look odd...may lead you towards an uncertain declaration for me but truly friends nothing is like that.....and really i am not as odd as the "Fashion " guys were or it will be more appropriate if i would say that fashion gays were .

From past many days i was bogged up with the crappy office life and really needed some energy boosters for me so that i can carry on with the same creativity i had and this is common to the life also, after a hectic schedule of life we always need a change, specially when you are going for a big one. This is something which is not exclusive in my case but in case of every professional or unprofessional individual. I knew it better that the start of this month up to the mid i am going to puzzle my self a lot, as so called RCM (D firing test) is being fixed for 13th of the month. So i thought of playing good with myself and decided that i will spend two of my beautiful night with the few of most admirable peoples and i did the same. One night i was in Koramangla "A Small NIT Allahabad" and the other night i was in BTM "A small MIT Moradabad".

I don't know what it was, why i had decided these two places, why couldn't i went to some remote place where learning from the destiny was easy. But OK at the time when i am writing this, i can feel it that the decision was right. Living in two different lifestyles in such a shorter span of time is really inspiring, lively and for a change good also. At one place the life was all about fun and at other it was funny. So no difference but yes your perception can make it different. I am not judging the two ways as both are leading towards a destination and neither comparing them. The only thing which i could do is to analyze, feel and adopt and that is what i am doing now. And i have a one liner for this "Life is all about understanding it, perception and living it." And so i lived it.

Partying in one of the most hanging around place like "Chandni chauk" then sitting around the smoky and drunked circle and participating in the olden, golden chit chatts about the past we lived and more over anything, pulling the legs of each other without any reasons and logic's for just one chill and light moment and loud loughs. But it was good. I loved that. And i really cherished it. Thanx ASHU : DOUBT.

Unfortunately movies, songs and philosophy states that every night has a morning and thus i wake up as my morning was ringing in my phone and my lovely would be was cursing me with her sweetheart tips of early to bed, early to rise makes man healthy, wealthy and wise. Though i know she was right enough but i can't help it sorry jaan. But for sure Sunday is yours.

By d way i was talking about the lovely Saturday i spend with my childhood friends and enemies [:P]. Yes i believe if you have a good friend you don't need for an enemy as he is the best for that also as he knows you and helps you in that also. So i went there with all my best fit things as now i have to live the life i always wanted. And here it goes. I went there, and surprise they all were waked up. My god, how come and then.......i come to know about the truth the laziest person lost something and they were looking for that. But whatever ...i got the easy access to facility as they all were set. And then i recollected the schedule of the day that i got enough time to sleep, to fight for thought and to request them for moving out. It is good because then only i realized how tough it is to convince people and to work in a team. Though i always felt that i am good in team work. But when i am talking about this place i am worst better if i say ....that i am frust. [:P].

Finally the time came when after a lot of discussion and plots i convinced them to move for the crazy concept of "Madhur Bhandharkar" d "Fashion" and believe me the movie was good enough to be forgotten in the theater itself as nothing new nothing memorable was there except if i say that after i long time i had seen a beautiful bhabhi. [:P]. Jo bhi tha....it was fun with the flashback of my life. And thank god that when i came back to room a great movie was aired "Izzazat" and that was the finishing touch. But before i end i must say one thing which Rekha told to Nasseruddin Sah: "Aadat chali jaati hai per adhikaar nahi jaate."

And finally........ I have something for the flat owners....

मेरा कुछ सामान, तुम्हारे पास पडा है
सावन के कुछ भीगे भीगे दिन रखे है
और मेरे एक खत में लिपटी रात पडी है
वो रात बुझा दो, मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

Good Night.

From India to Japan: A journey

I hope this topic does not require any introduction. As the person about whom i am talking is implicit. Yes he is none other than the " Plan Man of Our Group".

Before i start writing it i have a moral as well as legal warning for you guys that all the thoughts are fictitious and there is no link in between the lines written here to any of the living or nonliving objects :) . If any resemblance is found then it will be treated mere as a coincidence.

So the story begins like this:

This was summer of 2002, more hot, more lethargic and more tough than any other summer. Sun was like the booming economy of India. As the time passes from morning 9 am to 12 am, so as the share market grows up to the unexpected height and so as the heat produced by the sun. May be both were competing with each other or may be India was heading towards the economic reform and the atmoshperic deform. Any thing.

Same year few fresh minds were destined to meet, to collaborate, to vacillate and for lot's of other task together. Place was moradabad . A place which was well know for the communal disharmony, which was well known for the Green Belt of farming it had and more over any thing if a say in one word it is city of brass. Yes this was BRASS CITY MORADABAD.

At the outskirts of this place which was newly developed .... with the ambiance of River RAMGANGA which is some how linked with the holy river ganga. With the fragrance of all greenery and the belt of wheat and mustard there was one place which was neither enough old nor new but OK this was good.. as all those who failed for IIT's thinks this can be the next place from where they can jump and they can again get there safe future. Yes this was MIT Moradabad. A 1996 estd college. College was having good repo in all the private colleges and was a good destination in between Delhi and Lucknow the two hubs of education.

They all were fresh enough to sing the song "Aankhon main sapne liye ghar se hum chal to diye" and this way the story begins though this was the huge crowd as doing an engineering was no more a specific course to be done it was mere a status symbol to attain so many of those who wanted to do a simple graduation for the shake of their family status opted for engineering and thus the crowd was divide in two one Hostalids and other one Localids. The line which i mentioned couple of heights above is more applicable to the second group. Though after joining the college life both the groups were having the same aims same thoughts and same dreams. Ya in some cases those were amplified and in some cases not amplified but OK. Now everyone of them wanted to be THE ENGINEER.

In this crew of 2500 students there was one fellow who was similar to Buffalo {if you talk about look}..... similar to Shiv Khera if you talk about thoughts {Note : I don't like shiv khera} ... similar to Saif Ali Khan of "Dil Chahta Hai " {if you exclude the wealth saif was having though the movie was not released until then }...... Similar to many unwanted disease which you never ever imagine for you. But a big butt :P he was a good Friend of liquor group, smoker group, and all other banned group of hostel. He was the first servant of the most notorious grand senior of our batch. He was the only one who been allotted a room not with us but with grand Seniors. So many unwanted, undesirable and unimaginable things happened to him in a very first year. I cant say much about these consequences with which he met but yes my opinion for him was that he is spoilt bread and in one line i say i hated him in first due to various reasons. Which i explained above.

But how come it affects him if he is the protongonist of the story so ... in the very first year what he did in the college was more indulging in the activity which i mentioned more grouping, more investment in terms of time and money to the group and :) and gossiping.

Sorry but i am not able to control my feelings about him and if i say that somebody if then would have come to me and ask what you say about his perforamnce .. i must said that he is going to be zero. But neither others nor the god has given a shit to my predictions and he was among the toppers in my batch. So this was the first success he got and by the end of the year few things which being genralized for him was as under:

1. He is good in planning.
2. He is good in partying.
3. He is good in team.
4. He is good in Cricket.
5. He has a best group of mit as a friend circle.

So above was the first year. And great achivements. Bravo. Mr. PlanMan.

This is a unanimous believe that second year brings a 3 fold swing to the first year students and same happened. Those who were the entrants in the notorious group became the shotters of that groups and the group was having there name on them. Which resulted in n number of Deciplinry action against him and other members means the guy who was just a beginner became the leader thanx the authorities and here comes the real realtion between me and the Hero of the story. Everytime anything wrong been done in the hostel or in the college or any where there few culprits which were undoubtly captured and fortunately me and the hero was among them. Though the reasons being in the same natorious group which i hated earlier was different but the result was same and the outcome of the result was a bond in between me and the "Buffalo". And this way we started our professional cum personal joint vanture. Here if i will not mention few names then the story will be a shear fake so here it comes ....the cast and the crew of MIT moradabads notorious cum famous cum admirable group:

amitesh, divas, divakar, kohsheen, ashish batra, amraendra pandey , bipin bajpee, vivek tiwari, anurag soni, dheeraj singh. Though my name should be the last in the group :P but as i am a writer so i can put it in the middle or front or any where which i feel comfortable.

So by the end of the second year we all had set a history which i hope some times people of Ram Ganga Vihar, Harthala, Line Paar, Amar Ujjala News paper, Dean and EC HOD office, MIT Football ground used to mesmerize and neighbours of MIT Boys Hostel used to memorize specially "Tilak bhavan's " Front and side neighbours. :P For our extremely social affairs.

So the hero celebrated his second year of engineering. and became the 50% engineer in 2004.

Should ? Would ? Could ? ......What d hell !!!!! Better i die.

Really!!!!!!!!!!! i am so much horrified with these words... that now i have to say to the whole world that for me it is the toughest job to include these worlds in my spoken English than to spy a girl.

Ya ! often i had seen people, those who are good in spoken and specially ready made English, they use these three, four words so frequently that i used to stuck with the thought that ya.. these are the only words which drives English as a language.... Bull Shit. And i have the real regrets that even after a 6 long years of exposure in village English i am still uncomfortable with these words and confused also.

For those who had the same problem and who has the courage to accept it can click the link and read the tutorial [:)]. This is really good. Thanx to BBC World.

Rock ON ---- Wednesday

This week was the real fun for me. And surprisingly i was happy in a different way. I was crazy, I was mad and more over anything i was ......i was..... oops!!! can't express in words. The week begins with the usual mentoring stuff and slowly slowly become worst but suddenly we became intelligent and had seen a movie "Rock On". Good Job Farhaan Akhtar and salute to JAved Akhtar that he is having a "Papa Kahte Hain wala Son". Though i personally believe that he could be frustrated after hearing the lyrics written by farhan aktar for the movie rock on. Though he sung it beautiful, but lyrics.... [:P]. As Javed Aktar belives that lyrics are the soul and music is body so as per my understanding of his views songs were body without the soul.

Though if i have to rate the movie then i would rate it 7 out of ten. It looks as a mixture of two great movies "Dil Chahta Hai" and "Jhankar Beats" again a personl feeling [:)]. Yaar i can not take risk to panggas with net fans. Still i must say that the movie was good and worth seeing it. So guys if you are still waiting, book your tickets now and see it this weekends and haannnn dont think that i am getting any profit sharing from Farhaan Akhtar.


Then the second was "Wednesday". Salute to the real gem of Indian cinema "Naseerudeen Sah"
and "Anupam Kher". I am much biased towards "SAH" as he is from my native place barabanki.

This movie was a real replication of thoughts of a common man and genuinely describes the mental status of people who are suffered in terrorism and other problems from a long run. Rest of the story jaan ne ke liye dekhain "Wednesday": A story of common man on this Saturday.

The third and the craziest things we did in the past week was "bunking the office". So finally we became the office bunkers. Thank ANKIT MARWAH. My Collegue, Friend and .....Roomy.

Bangalore is in my DNA

The moment i stepped out of the Bangalore railway station i was amazed, as it was much similar to the Chaarbaag Railway station of Lucknow in all other ways except in terms of hording. Chaarbaag is completely surrounded by the holdings like "Sex Problem : Meet Dr XYZ" , or something related to much hided "sexual diseases ". May be these are the justifying that all the luknowites are simply cherishing this thrilled disease .....offfffff.

I am really bothered by the presentation and the thoughtfulness of local authorities which are allowing such type of holding and 'n' in numbers throughout the periphery of charbaag station. What impact people will catch when they came from outside of the state to this "nawaabon ke sahar". Certainly then they will guess out that why nawaabi shauk is so much criticized in the outerworld and these holdings are giving them one more reason to believe that the "Nawaabs" were more engaged in "Nawaabi shaukh" than any other work.

So as in Bangalore but in other senses..like
c, c++ and Kannada is most widely used language in Karnataka : Worked
Bangalore is in my DNA : Worked
Even New york had Traffic Jams : No Big No , Not working.

Yes it is write that everyone has a right to put his or her view accordingly, but that doesn't allow you to make your thought caricatured on hording and show to the complete world. I don't understand that what it means: "Do we are competing with new york?, Or the target of Bangalore is to reach up to the level of new york".

Though i salute all other hording by this group but this is something which i believe is not really meant for. We as Indian are more progressive than anybody, so competing with those who are no where in the limit of ours is really a mismatch.

But OK one thing about which i am precisely sure and confident that this is the place where you are no where going to miss all things which you left at your home place as this city is going to give you everything from masalla dosa onwards up to my favourite khichadi.

Jai Banguloru

My First Salary

This was completely different experience, full of enthusiasm, excitement and eagerness. I was getting out of my bound.......is that so.....
no ..
i was not the only one in the office. Soon we got the information that our empty account is filled with the first month salary we all get excited and there was only voice in everyone's eye "Finally we got it".
And i am really speaking truth that the experience was much more scintillating than the moment when ranbeer kappor has taken the three kisses to the three so called most beautiful ladies of India in the movie "Bachana E haseeno". And this is no where abnormal , after a long and awaited 24 years we are getting such a lumpsome in our wallet. We were extreamly happy.

And then this was the turn when my mobile started pushing the buttons i dont what my fingers was doing but yes the call was to my mummy papa. And the sentece was as common as script of Ram Gopal Vermas film "Papa finally aapka ladka kamasut ho gaya hai, and mumma ab to khush ho na ab to tumhara ladka bhi kuch ban gaya".

If you are asking for the response from them then i must say that you are no where india because it is so obvious that mumma in response was not able to say anything as now she only can hide her "Khushi ke Aanson", praying to god that please retain the happiness of ours, AMEN.

This was not the end basically it was a beginning as i called to every one to whom i felt that he/she awaited for this day more than me. It can be anyone my wife, my friend my brother any body.

So still enjoying the best of the sallary and finest moments of my life with a committment to retain them .....

I am saying to you all like a daily soap operas of "Ekta Kapoor".....AAge kya hua jaanne ke liye dekhain....[:)]