Wednesday, August 12, 2009

when alcohol tasted bad...

Yesterday night, few colleagues of mine planned a drinking session at my flat. VAT 69.. I raised the toast with them "Its good to be back in the game guys", but Jesus Christ, to my amusement, I did not like it! 'twas unbelievable cause they say its hard to quit boozing!!
How often does it happen that a person who had been drinking so much starts disliking alcohol after a three months pause?
I am bewildered!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

ज्वालामुखी

मानव तू मुख है ज्वाला का
सब सोच समझ कर बोल
तेरी तपिश जला देगी पृथ्वी को
नयन ज़रा अब खोल॥

तुझे ज्ञान नही तुझमें सीमित
है बुद्धि और शक्ति अपार
तू स्वर्ग बना सकता धरती को
या कर सकता है तार तार॥

जिस कोख में तुने जनम लिया
जिस आँचल में तेरी पलनी
जिसको तू माता कहता है
कर रहा आज उसको छलनी?

जहाँ बहती थी नदियाँ दूध की
वहां बहती है अब लहू की धारा
मचा हुआ कोहराम चहुओर
त्राहिमाम करे है जग सारा॥

तुने देखी ममता है बस
नहीं सुना अभी भीषण हुंकार
मत बेबस कर माँ के मन को
करने को तेरा ही संहार..

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Train and the Station

"There was a train which used to go from one place to another daily.In between it halted at a few stations and it enjoyed its stay ,though for a very short while, very much. Everyday the train would stop at those stations and they had fun together.
As time progressed, the stations started to undergo some changes , new things which a few of them liked and a few did not.Slowly, they started feeling that they were not enjoying with the train anymore, The train being unaware of that would come daily ,stop for a while , try to have fun. It also started seeing signs of the same but thought the stations will be fine.The stations ,on the other hand started feeling more uncomfortable with the train and gradually all of them changed their names except one. That one was also undergoing similar changes , but it enjoyed its time with the train and hence tried to be as usual. The train would come daily , stop at the old stations with new names hoping they would want to get back together and then go to one that did not change. As time passed, the train started to realize that the old stations were not willing to change.So it stopped only that one station. The train and the station tried to have fun like the older days, but they both knew inside that times had changed a lot and it was not possible to keep everything same.
The train then one day changed its track and did not pass that station for long. Someday down the time, the train heard a man asking for that old station. It started thinking and realized that it was punishing the station for no reason. Despite the fact that the station tried to keep things same, the train had abandoned it. So it finally decided that no matter what it would always stop at that station. The station and the train never felt sad since then."

Friday, February 27, 2009

Wrong vs Right

I have got nothing special to say here.. I have always wondered if there could ever be an absolute rules about what is wrong and what is right?
I was listening to the news the other day and suddenly the news of Kasab, the Pakistani terrorist caught by the Indian police under Mumabi attacks 2009. My inner self questioned me, can a terrorist ever be forgiven? What is the explanation for punishing Kasab with a death sentence ? Suppose, If Kasab pleads for mercy and life , should he be forgiven ? If yes, why ? If not, why not ? It is true he killed many people, but if he promises (let us assume with a clean heart)to become a civilzed person, should not he be allowed to try? I have no clue if it is right or wrong.

I do not know..

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

sab mein rab dikhta hai .. ?!?

You are not mistaken. I really meant sab mein rab dikhta hai... !

I have got a job , I am single and the best part is that I am single! I am single and I am free , free to do anything what I want as long as it does not bother others.Everyone around me has got a girlfriend, their so called 'significant other'. Dude, No! All your life, you crave for a life and then when its time to live it, you blow it yourself! I mean , its fine to have a girlfriend, but that does never give you the right to compromise with your friends, your real bros; which is what happens in almost all the cases.

You don't have time for your bro because you are busy watching a Dil to Pagal Hai or A walk to Remember types with your girlfriend. You are always busy because you are always on your phone talkins some random shit like "hey sweety what did you eat at lunch ?" God, she will never eat gravel how much you care for her. Its like, "hey , what are you wearing under your pants today?" Obviously, not an astro-suit! You start avoiding going to your best hangout and your the most favorite beer because of the girl you met the other day(or week or year).Allright, but what about your bro, the bro who had been with you from the heats to the snows to the floods.
Remember the roadside suttas n chai stalls, where we smoked and choked ourselfs with like a dozens of cigarettes and jugs of tea for just the glimpse of "those".Remember those chicks at the bar who were like "hey hi, I am xyz. How are you ? Where do you work?" , and we were: "hey ya, I just want to fuck!" Dude, what is up with you, we had a deal! The deal unwritten and unspoken but which has lived till date so smoothly and so awesomely!
Now that desperation has overcome the power of friendship, things are bound to change. But not with me, because I will continue to live my awesome life! All you committed ones, I have got two words for ya, Hail Singles!
Yeah dude, you are right, I still sing the same song.. sab mein rab dikhta hai ..yaara main kya karoon!

(Inspired by:HIMYM)

"HIV Gay-dies" : The latest shit in the market

Disclaimer :
I am NOT a victim of this show.
Excuse me for the use of derogatory (but appropriate!) words in this post.


"saale chu(beep) ..?"
"teri aukaat kya hai ..?"
"tell me your girlfriends phone number phattu"
"you have got inferiority comp...."@#$#$%#$%^..^&**&gdg^^

yeah, I am talking about HIV 'Gay'-dies that has been driving the Indian youth crazy these days. (In fact, I should have written this one sometime ago to sound more up-to-date!)
I see hundreds of young guys and girls craving to get into this self-proclaimed "reality" show which is so gay and where not a single piece of shit is real! Relating it to the do you have it in you? theme, Gay-ghu and his asinine bunch has been fooling the Indian youth for like 2 years now (pardon the time stamp, I am no fan of this show) . I mean , what the heck has happened to Indian young brigade? They feel good when this utterly insane guy Gay-ghu addresses them with superlative adjectives like bhenchod n fuck you! Looks like they have lost the sense of self respect in the lights of false fame. Seriously, what does this HIV 'Gay'-dies bring home? And the tasks that the supremo Gay-ghu boasts about, give me a fucking break! A slap task ? slap him in his fucking face!

And for the intellect and confidence that he talks about, I have got one question for ya . Why don't you use it for the betterment of people, society? You seem to read everybody's mind, damn, why don't you fucking become some kind of a spiritual guru or may be a psychiatrist?
You are giving us cheap stuff which can never be called entertainment. I feel terribly sorry for the Indian society for its incapability of differentiating between the cheap and nice.

Its bullshit.. I can't write more about this show.
I have got two words for ya HIV 'Gay'-dies.....

Monday, February 9, 2009

Castle of sand

castle of sand
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I remember the first time
I touched your hand
And you touched mine
it felt so fine

As we walked the subway
You talked all day
Of which I couldn't get a word
Yet I loved it that way

Oh Dear, our first kiss
brought me the ultimate bliss
You said, I was the one
I knew my search was done

And the world seemed so nice
Lush green valleys with the bluish skies
I flowed in that stream
Hoping it was not another dream

Until the day, I heard you say
"I am not the one,
Anand, you please move on"
You left me in deep thought
Of what went wrong
And we talked on the phone
Arguing all days, long

I did not know what to do
To talk to whom,Where to go
As I tried to figure out
how easy 'twas for you

I drank bottles of that thing
And somked all the night
I lost the power to think
What was wrong what was right
In the rains,in the fogs
I walked the lonley roads
I wrote poems and sang songs
Plucking flowers,kissing thorns

Amidst crowds, I felt alone
I forgot my very own tone
Life seemed to be a huge lie
And I wished I could die
With only one truth in my hand
"I built a castle of sand"


.............I could not finish it because I was not in my senses, hope to complete it sometime.

Friday, January 9, 2009

STRUGGLE



When thing are not ur way;
Dont retreat,Oh Dear!!,there u stay;
u cry,u fight and pray;
while u see the moments pass away;

Come Hell or High Water,u keep on going;
the Aim's Oceans apart,keeep on rowing,
dont feel abject, You have to strive;
go on ,You, till the very end of LIFE.

Show ur heart,dont be Joe Bloggs
Gird up the loins n pull up Your socks
You have to struggle ,Oh Braveheart!!
with all ur kins leaving apart.

STRUGGLE is one truth ,u cant deny;
face it, as u have no other choice;
so,u have to think n have to apply;
and give ur best,and then u rejoice;

Oh TRAVELLER!!

The Road's endless,dont You ever rest;
You alone, with noone abreast;
so fight for Yourself and noone else;
as You pave Your path ,feel the essence;
the essence of victory..my frend;

as u make history ,n set new trends!!

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Thursday, January 8, 2009

मधुशाला को समर्पित मेरी कुछ पंक्तियाँ ...
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माँ का आँचल भी फीका है..
प्रेयसी का आलिंगन ढीला..
उन्मुक्त हुए तो भाव सभी ..
बस तेरी गोद में मधुशाला!


उत्सव की ज़रुरत उनको है
जिसने न चखी हाय हाला
वो तो जलसों में डूबा है
जो नित दिन जाए मधुशाला

छेड़े ह्रदय में मधुर तान
जब गिरती प्यालों में हाला
गाये राग दीप, मल्हार, राग सब
एक ही सुर में मधुशाला!

वो खुद से बातें करता है
वो खुद से करता है खेला
वो ही इश्वर..वो स्वयम भक्त
जो पूजता जाए मधुशाला!

क्या है मिथ्या क्या परम सत्य
ये भूल चूका पीने वाला
उसकी नज़रों में एक ही शिव
सुन्दर भी एक वो मधुशाला!