A day in life of a samosa lover

SL goes for a job interview.

Interviewer :- Hello Mr SL. How are you feeling today?

Samosa Lover :- Good Morning sir. I am fine sir. Thank You.

<right then Office Boy enters>

OB – Sir?

I – OB get me a cup of tea. <to SL> Will you have anything SL?

SL – I will have a samosa sir.

I – What?

SL – Samosa sir. The best ever Indian Snack.

I – <To OB>. OB please get him a Samosa. <Thinks a little> Ok… I will have one too. Also get the green chutney. <to SL> So Mr SL tell me about yourself?

<OB walks out>

SL – Sir my name is SL. I live in Samose Wali Gali area of this city. I like Samosas very much.

I – What? Be serious SL this is a job interview.

SL – But Sir I AM serious. I love Samosa. I think everyone should have Samosas regularly.

I – Whatever. Tell me why should we select you? What is so different in you from others?

SL – Sir I think, I am full of conviction and give my fullest to whatever I am doing?

I – Good. That's a good answer SL. Give me an example from your past.

SL – Sir like I said I love samosas very much. Once I decided to have samosas from all shops of our city. It took my one year to do this sir, But I am confident that I have covered 99 pc of the Samosa Walas. Infact I can tell from which shop a samosa has been bought by tasting it.

I – Impossible. I don't believe you.

SL – No sir it is very much possible. You get unique combinations of samosa and the chutney. With practice you can master it.

I – Nonsense. Nonsense I say. Have you done anything else other than eating samosas in your life. Tell me what are your long term and short term plans?

SL – Sir short term plans are to get a good job so that I can fulfill my long term plans which are to travel all over the country and try samosas from different cities.

I – SL, I have listened to your nonsense for very long time now. This is your last chance. Answer this question seriously. What are your views about westernization of our culture?

SL – Sir, I think the westernization is very bad sir. People are doing unimaginable things. Our whole country looks like a strange place to me. Earlier everywhere you went, you could see samosa walas selling samosas of different kinds. Paneer samosa, matar samosa, aaloo samosa.. but now sir it saddens me to see that you cant find a single samosa wala in so many parts of the city. You will find people it pizzas and pastas and sandwich and what not. Burgers are the worst of it sir. I hate this westernization.

I – enough is enough. <trying to maintain his composure> SL, I think I don't have anything more to ask. We will let you know about the result if you are selected. Is there anything you want to ask?

SL – Yes sir, where do you get the samosas in your canteen sir. I had one while waiting for my turn. Very nice and even though I am an expert I could not recognize the taste. Very good samosa sir, very good.

I - <Goes crazy completely> GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. DON'T EVER SHOW YOUR SAMOSA… I MEAN FACE TO ME AGAIN. GET OUT.

SL - <rushes out of the room>

< I rings the bell to call the office boy. OB enters the room looking shocked and out of breath>

I – What happened to you. Why do you look so shaken.

OB – Sir that boy sir… he took the samosas.. forcibly sir. I gave him his samosa… but he took yours from the plate sir. I chased him sir but he ran like he had stolen the Kohinoor.

<I faints on hearing the word samosa. Outside SL is delving in the most wondrous samosas ever and thinking about a day well spent>

The End

Diwali at Home.

I have never spent a Diwali away from home. So first I thank God for that and pray for never ever spending Diwali alone away from my family and Chandigarh.

Every year Dad and I put up lights one day before Diwali. Every year i get some sort of daant from Dad because I end up messing something up. Sometimes I break too many bulbs or sometimes its the stool on which I am standing falls. Also he tells me every year that I did not take my workshop lessons in college seriously because if I had taken them more seriously I would not be so clumsy with pliers and other electric stuff. Its not that I am incapable of doing it but on Diwali its a tradition. Something goes wrong. This year I cut the strings with which we tie the lights on the railing too short. I love spending pre Diwali day with my Dad.

Things have changed a lot. I do not burst crackers anymore. Its not because I care about the environment shit or whatever. I just dont feel very excited about them. I think its the growing up stuff that has happened with me. However I still love the paper scrap that is left after people burst a 1000 wali ladi. I still go to the terrace next morning and see how many rockets fell on our house last night. I love the smell of the smoke that fills the air after people are done with bursting crackers all night. I think the kids of this generation are big time wusses. They are scared of bursting crackers. Also their parents should encourage them to burst crackers. Their children in all probability will be facing only higher level of pollution and noise in future. Parents should prepare their children for future. Its ok if you burst crackers one night of the year. Not that Mt Everest will melt coz of that.

Now, I am not insensitive or anything but what I am going to say in the next few lines may offend people and make them think that I am. Lot of accidents happen on Diwali night. Many of them are caused by rockets flying in the wrong direction. There is a culprit behind this increased no of accidents due to these maverick rockets. And the culprit is Coca Cola company. In fact all soft drink manufacturers. Let me explain. Few years ago the size of rockets was not very large. They could easily fit in the 300 ml GLASS bottle. Now the glass was able to support the weight of the rocket and the rockets would go up and only up. Slowly the size of rockets started increasing and the 300ml bottle was not enough. However to solve the problem, people started using the 1 L Glass bottle. The rockets still flew str8 up. However these days the rocket size is at its largest and the soft drink bottlers have stopped using glass bottles. All you get are pet bottles. See pet bottles even large enough to handle the weight of today's rockets are not fit. When you light a rocket the fire coming out of its... err .. ass melts the bottle and it tilts in some stupid direction which is not up causing the rockets to go in whichever direction. This my friends causes so many accidents these days. Coke(or Pepsi, based on your taste) is to blame.

Some last minute time wastage

I was planning a very senti/serious/sappy mail for saying goodbye to Noida. However I feel that I cant get senti over anything now and this is all Noida's doing. This city in spite of all its shortcomings(i do not want to start naming them) taught me how to be happy (or not sad). I do not get affected by most of things (people) which would kill me crazy few years back. Though I sometimes feel I have turned into a stone but (again) it doesn't bother me much.

I d though like to thank few people(not in any order) who were always with me through thick and thin in Noida,
Swati, Saurabh, Nik and I were the Chandaal Chaukdi at CSC. If not for them I d have certainly certainly gone mad. Lunch time was the best time at office and when even one of us was missing, due to some meeting or date or any other reason, lunch would lose its mazaa. I am thankful to them for tolerating my mood swings and mean sarcastic comments which they had to listen everyday. Noida would not have been same if you guys weren't there. I owe my sanity to you guys.
Pal and Moni.. two people I have great respect for. Have learnt a lot from them. Can never forget all night discussions with Pal( in both good and bad way). Lansdowne trip will always be a special memory. The night outs where we would just eat and eat and eat and laugh and laugh and laugh were high points in the otherwise dull life. I thank them for great times spent together and for being there when I desperately wanted to talk to someone in Punjabi. I thank them for teaching me how to keep smiling always. Its important.
Pranav Kumar Kedia. He is one genius of a person and I love him. My other roomie at 616, we used to have some crazy ass discussions all night long. Will never forget his contribution of Uchhalo , Fodo and Machao words in my vocab. The 2-3 times we got sloshed at home were one of the most entertaining times I had.
Puneet and Raman though entered the noida scene quite late but it d be unfair and stupid to leave them out(also they might kill me otherwise). With them it is a crime to get tired and being ready for some random trip to anywhere is of utmost necessity. One crazy couple they are.. chuza and I had to be careful around them. Their fights were scary but were easy to control as only some paranthas at sukhdev or tikkas at BP market would be enough to calm these two crazy punjabis.
The Family(Bhuwan Jaggi Sam together with Swati) were my default set when I wanted to drink and saurabh was reluctant. Their home was always full of "Spirits" even though sometimes we had to fight for last drops of water. Punctuality got a new definition when something was to be planned with these guys. A merry bunch of people. There home was the venue whenever a party had to be planned.

These guys should in no way think that they have got rid of me. This post was just for remembering the good times in Noida and because I cant sleep after a rather strong late night coffee at Barista 35.

--B

Weekend

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Today is saturday and finally I am in Noida only. Skipped going back to chandigarh this time coz i wanted to have some rest and sleep for like really really long spells. Also I am home alone which is like icing on the cake. Picked up my guitar after like ages and I can play the two songs I know as good as I could play them earlier. Same is with Harmonica, except that I know only one song.

I did not do any of the three things I had to do today, which has left me extra extra pleased with myself. If it were winters... I would be in my happy place.

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I have been getting these images of a very nice place in my head all this week. I am traveling on a train and its all green forest kind outside and its raining. I cant recall if I have been on such a journey ever. But I guess going to Shimla on the toy train in the monsoons will be pretty close. Will plan a trip this year.

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Usually I have tea in office and try not to have coffee as it is pretty bad. Yesterday I tried the coffee and surprisingly it was quite OK. Maybe I will have coffee more often.

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I have a feeling that i used the word 'like' more than necessary in the first para. Reminds me of a very annoying junior I had in college.

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Miles to read before I sleep.

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I have been buying a lot of books lately, most of which are collection of poems. I like to pick a book randomly and read some lines everynight before i go to sleep. 

My collection includes :-

Ghalib

Sahir Ludhinavi

Iqbal

Majruh Sultanpuri

Zauq

Mir Taki Mir

They are all Urdu poets. Need to add Gulzar and Hariwansh Rai Bachchan to the list.

Then i have a collection of poems by Shiv Batalvi(my favorite poet) in punjabi and a book which has some poems by Edgar Allan Poe. 

I also have to start New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. Liked reading Twilight by her a lot.

I have two other books which I am reading parallelly one is 'The Juggling Act' by Jug Suraiya and another book about some entrepreneurs and their success stories. I am trying to get some inspiration as well as good sleep from it.

And while I am talking about books, I would like to thank Ko for getting me that wonderful bookmark. Thank You Ko :)

I will end by quoting a shaer by Iqbal I read yesterday --

"Koi shokhi to dekhe jab rona thama mera

kaha bedard ne kyun, aapne mala piro li hai

 jafazu* keh diya maine magar tumne bura mana

khafa kyun ho gaye, ye aashiqo ki boli tholi hai"

*Zaalim

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I have lost quite a few things recently. 

-- 2 shirts(a blue and a black with red stripes)

-- a book of short stories (I am gonna kill the person who has it)

-- a pen (not important, I must have left it somewhere)

-- a pair of socks, and

-- a comb.

Does any one know about their whereabouts?

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Interesting...

Have been very busy lately so could not update very regularly. I have also moved in a new apartment which is very nice and where I have got my own room. I am living with two very awesome guys and we sometimes cook our own dinner. Thankfully I am not a bad cook.

There are two things which I will like to tell you about my new apartment.

One is that whenever a power cut is there, our apartment is filled with so much noise that the disappointment of power cut very quickly turns to anger. The noise is created by constant whistles which all the chowkidars of my society start blowing whenever there is a power cut. I am not really sure why they do this but I guess they are deciding who amongst them will go and switch the power back up on. Probably whosoever is the last one to blow his whistle loses and has to go. The beeps coming out of my UPS add considerably to the raucous atmosphere. The whole drama ends by another very irritating sound which comes out of an alarm which signals the switching-on of the power back up. This happens at least four times while I am at home. I always come up with very innovative expletives during this time. So, that’s something positive. Also I have no clue why I wanted to tell everyone about this.

The second is that one morning, one of my roommates and I, while going down by our lift discovered that some naughty stuff had taken place there a night before. The first thing we noted was the fingerprints on the usually spotless walls of the lift. And they were not fingerprints fingerprints, but fingerprints like Kate Winslet(or de Caprio) left on the car window in Titanic. On further looking we found an area where someone had kept his/her head as it was filled with hair oil like spots. The final clue was the word “Loin” written on the door of the lift. I agree that we all have misspelled Lion when we were kids but a kid’s hands could have never gone to the place where the word was written.

In the end my room mate and I agreed that we were very happy about having chosen a very interesting building to live in and happily went to work

Highs and Lows

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The sign above specifies that it is going to be yet another "rambling post", so you can very well not bother reading it. 

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I cant sleep tonight. Its nothing out of the ordinary, but I will miss the very weird dreams I was having from some nights. They made good "Things to think while you brush". Last night in one of these dreams a random dude hit me with a very heavy whiskey glass. I had to get stitches. After I woke up, while brushing my teeth, I kept touching the back of my head. Just to be sure you know. 

Some dreams have this nasty habbit of seeping into the real world. Its not totally unfair as we think about real stuff in dreams. So they have some right over our reality. If you think I am just talking Non-sense, I will tell you about a dream I had once.

It was in college and I was kinda very senti types over a girl. In my dream I recieve a phone call from a very close friend who kinda knew who the girl was. I find out that this call is actually not meant for me. My friend had called the girl and was telling her that I was not the right guy for her and all this crap about me. Now due to some dream world cross connection I get the call too and am able to hear all this. As is pretty obvious I am pretty pissed of with my friend and also kinda heartbroken as the girl simply agreed to him in the end of the conversation. Now the biggest shock for me was when I was woken up by a REAL call on my REAL cell from the same friend. Imagine seeing the name of a person who has just almost spoiled your life, flashing on your cell. Boy o Boy he never would have expected so many gaaliyan from me then and only after about 5 -6 minutes of choicest of punjabi gaaliya I realised that I had a bad Dream. Poor guy still has no idea why he had to listen to me gone mad.

This is just one example you know. I can tell you many more but I wont.

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If you are wondering why I titled this post "Highs and Lows", then I should tell you that it is because a friend and I were talking about Highs and Lows today. Its not important for you to know what all we talked about Highs and Lows. I told you only to convey that the title of this post is relevant.

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That blog is so pathetic. Really.

Yes That One.

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Sometimes you know someone (B) who knows someone else (A) you know. You want to know whats up with A, however A is dumb bitch and wont tell you directly. You cant ask B coz B's a motherfucker and you hardly talk. But you know that B knows something about A that you really want to know. 

I should know all about A. B should get lost.

What to do?

Sometimes you are in a Soup.

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Score Sheet

High|Low

   0   | 1

Bad Binary Joke.

~<0>~ 

ps:- Hey Ko, will do the tag in next post.

The Best Goodbye

Watch Dasvidaniya to understand this pathetic joke. seriously people It is an awesome movie and a must watch.

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Life is so bloody weird these days. Even after spending a whole day in front of computer, the time i really feel relaxed is the time I sit in front of a computer at home. Sometimes I just watch the green and red dots on my gt list while some other times I have to make do with gray ones. Cant write anything half as good as my previously written crap writings and my sense of humor is getting so so pathetic that at times even I hate myself for saying some very bad joke. God bless Swati and Saurabh who have to tolerate my nonsense all day in office and many times at home too.

A friend asked me to get a life some days back. That day I felt very angry at this remark of his but today, I just want to know where can I get hold of it.


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Random Song
Title :- random

kuch khatti meethi yaadien
kuch ankahe phalsapho ki
an-chhapee kitaabien
Bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun k...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

jo saath bitaye the tere wo
bheege bheege pal
jiski hardam aarzu thi
wo aane wala kal
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

lekar kismat nikle hain ghar se
hai manzil kahi duur
chaahe raste ab alag hain apne
kahi milenge zarur
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
humien hona tha judaaaa

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
sab khona tha jehaan

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
bas tere baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun
Jo bhi hua achaa hua
Jo bhi hua achaa hua

~<0>~

I think about..

Relationship statuses

When we are not single we usually say we are committed (sadly i am not part of the "we" here, but what the hell). I feel this to be absolutely illogical and so awesomely wrong. 

After single you become double. Its this simple, but if still you want to complicate things and luck is also on your side, you might become triple ;) . You can also change common phrases like, "single and ready to mingle"  to "double and having fun in the muddle" or to "triple and having fun got me crippled" or any other phrase of your choice. The important thing is that logic should be maintained. Everything else is just nonsense.

Now some of you who take pride in proclaiming their status as committed and now feel bad calling themselves, wait, you dont have to feel bad about anything. You can still call yourself committed etc. Just that the phases before and after should now be called "aquiring locks" and "roll-backed". Its really very easy to understand. Before you commit, you aquire locks on a resource i.e. get possessive and think only about one boy/girl. If the commit doesnt work well and your relationship breaks you roll-back to aquiring locks :D.

Like I said, logic sould be maintained.

To all those who read this post :- I am sorry but I cant help writing such posts and feel happy about it.

Search is on, as usual

Some people devote years and years looking for things they really believe in. Every waking moment of theirs is spent in fighting for that something. But sometimes they get so used to this struggle and wait that they forget what they will do once, if ever, they get what they want. Their whole lives are so intervowen with their search that after their victory the drill to detatch themselves from the habbits and practices of their quest is a tougher job for them. Some who realise this, at a sub-concious level do not wish to actually win.

For example :-

1. The Naxalites :- The naxalite moment is still on in some states like orrissa and Andhra Pradesh. But it has now reduced to only few people who have no other thing to do in life. They have become dacoits and have absolutely no clue what they will do in case they are given a chance to run a government. 

2. Communist Party :- very similiarly they have no clue about their policies on issues other than preaching anti-americanism, if they actually ever win a general election. 

3. Man's best friend :- Dogs. They keep sniffing here and there for something. I am absolutely sure that even if a dog is able to find what its ancestors have been looking for, it will not believe that it has ended a search which was on since times so so long back.

and last but not the least.

4. Yours truly  :- )

Not making sense

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ho chuke tumhare kab se
hain mere ye khayal sab
hain aankhon mien harek pal
tumhare hi ye khwaab bas

~<0>~

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have stopped making any sense at all. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such points and STOPS.

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have said all that you wanted to say but the other person might still not understand you at all. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such points and explains them again.

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have said all that you wanted but the other person doesn't wish to listen to them or ignores all what you have said or just pretends that he is still oblivious to your intentions. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such persons and shakes them and says, HELLLLLOOOOO. WAKE UP YOU DUMB FUCK. IT IS FOR YOU THAT I HAVE BEEN GOING ON AND ON AND ON. Or one should just move on.

Whatever.

~<0>~

Ab I LOVE YOU bhi CAPS mien kahu kya?

~<0>~

I think the bullet above spoiled what could have been a pretty OK OK post.
What ya think?

I don't give a fuck what you think.

~<0>~

I think i am not making much sense. I should STOP.

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Moving On

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First post from Noida.

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Moving on was not turning out to be as easy as he had hoped for. He had moved to a different city and his life had taken a turn for good. He had no other option.

Sometimes you will just die to have an option.

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What was I thinking. Every night he said these words to himself, just before he was about to sleep. He wanted to be practical.

~<0>~

Whenever he thought about practicality, cracker chocolates came to his mind. He never liked them. It was an unnecessary innovation. The whole point of chocolate was defeated. There was always a hard part within the soft exterior. It was so much like practicality. He never liked it.

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bye bye...

I am leaving Chandigarh tomorrow.
Chandigarh was good and will be immensely missed.
A long post was supposed to come up about my last 22 yrs here in this city beautiful but got busy with all the winding up of stuff here.
Probably later.

Lets see how Noida fares.
Next post from there.

Sad Song Love Song

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i know this guy
and i hate him so
that i want to kill him
with an arrow and a bow

we go to one office
and we work all day
the bosses also like him
i want to run away

he plays all the games
and he is good at them too
i write sad songs
but the listners are few

he thinks he is cool
and he thinks he is smooth
we both love a girl
and she shares his view :(

he is loved by all
and he has many friends
i sit all alone
waiting for the shit to end

this is my story
i wrote it on a whim
but the mother fuckin shit is
its all about him

~<0>~

i know this girl
and i love her so
its like cupid hit us
with and arrow and a bow

we go to one office
and we work all day
when it gets un-romantic
we run away

she plays all the games
and she is good at them too (ahem)
i write love songs
coz our love is true

she wants a pool
and she thinks its cool
we both picked a home
which has a wonderful view

she is loved by all
and i also have some friends
we hang out together
i hope it never ends

this is my story
i wrote it in a spur
the most wonderful thing is
its all about her

~<0>~

I

~<0>~
am singing

challa gutt ik lammi
asi supne si chummi
hoyi neeyat si annhi
asa dil di si manni
ve gall sun challeya
hun de lae jehdi deni hai saza

rabbi shergill's latest album

~<0>~
am reading

a book on cold war (just finished)
isaac asimov foundation series (just started)
lance armstrong's autobiography (middle)

~<0>~
am playing

dheere dheere se meri zindagi mein aana on harmonica (almost)
comfortably numb on guitar (pretty well)
age of empires 2 on pc (losing but learning)

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am writing

some poems (:P)
some ghazal(s) (they are different)
no stories as of now [ :( i wanna]

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am painting

on canvas (big panga taken)

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am dancing

like chandler.

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Lets Sober Up

Its been a long long time. We were drunk like this for ages. The hope clouded our vision and the promises of a beautiful morning one day, had destroyed any trace of reason we could have used to save ourselves. The lemon twirls of false assurances hid the taste of the bitter liquor of what really was coming our way. Our steps got fuddled and we spoke a strange tongue. No one understood anyone. Everyone just smiled. Sang songs. Made merry.

But slowly a delirium is setting in. The psychedelic is changing into psychosis. The laughter that can be heard in the courtyard, is turning into cries of dreams being shattered against the hard walls of truth. Everyone is poking finger in their own puck and looking for that piece of luck that once was inside our guts. Too much hope, they say, fucks you up too much.

Lets wake up now, from this stupid dream to the nightmare we have created around ourselves. Coz we went to sleep when the promises were being made, coz we closed our eyes to the unfairness of the deal , we now have to save our souls from this mire of lies and deceit. Lets wake up to reality for just this once. Lets sober up to the truth.

Sach Jhoot Khwahishyien Sach

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Sach...

Kuch khayal aapke man ke ek andhere kone mein pade rehte hain. Roz ki bhaag daud mien shayadun khayalo par dhool ki ek parat jam jaati hai. Aap ka dhyan us andhere kamre mien pade us chhote se dibbe par kabhi nahi jata.Aap nahi chahte k wo dibba kabhi bhi khule aur usmien chhupa diye gaye, daba diye gaye sach bahar aayein. Un sachchaayeeon ko bhool jane k liye hi shayad aap wo dibba le kar aaye the. Kuch had tak ye koshish kamyaab ho jati hai lekin har waqt, ye maloom zaroor rehta hai ke wo dibba kaha pada hai. Un sachchaayeeon ki ek Dhundli si tasveer bhi aankho k aage hamesha bani rehti hai lekin hamesha andekhi kar di jaati hai.

Aur... ek din, jab aap apne kaam mein masroof hote ho, koi ajnabee ya koi dost aapse milne aata hai. Chai k cup k sath gup shup chal rahi hoti hai aur ek dam se wo dost kuch aisa bol jata hai ke aapke chai k cup mein sirf kadwa zeher hi bachta hai. Koi nam, koi jagah ya fir ek ghatna jo us wyakti ke liye koi khaasiyat nahi rakhti, uska zikr aate hi apke chehre ki rangat ud jati hai kyunki, wo sach jise chhupane ke liye aapne itni koshish ki thi, jis sach ki hond se hi aap inkaar kar chuke the, wo sach ek ajnabee ne aapke saamne khol ke rakh dia. Aur... aapko aisa mehsoos hota hai ke maano kisi ne aapke seene mein dhadak rahe dil ko apni hatheli mein pakad kar masal diya hai. Wo dibba jise aapne duniya ki hi kya, apni nazro se bhi chhupa k rakha tha. Wo dibba ab fir se din ki roshni mein aa jata hai... aur uske andar ka daraawna sach aapke zehen ko kharonchta rehta hai... Lahoo luhaan kar deta hai.

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Jhoot...

Kai bar use bhool jane ki koshish ki par har baar bas, uske baare mein sochta raeh gaya.

Kabhi kabhi hum ek jhoot par apni saari ummeed, saari khushiyan aur apna saara sukoon tika dete hain. Aapka poora wajood jaise us jhoot ko bachaane mein juta rehta hai. Har pal yehi dar man pe chhaya rehta hai k kahi is jhoot ka parda fash na ho jaye. Saara din, nazrei aisi kisi bhi cheez se bachti rehti hain jo is jhoot ke mayajal ko tod degi. Ek jhoot ko bachaane ke liye na jaane kitne hi sach andekhe kar diye jaate hain. Par shaq ka palda, har aise sach ki wajha se bhaari hota rehta hai. Baar baar jaise koi aapki kisi bahut azeez cheez ko aapse chheen lena chahta hai. Lekin ab bhi man, sach maan.ne ko tyar nahi hota. Us jhoot ko zindagi se jodti ek bareek si dor ko kas kar pakde rehta hai.

Aur ab, jab sach mere zehen par baar baar dastak de raha hai. Main samajh nahi pa raha hun ke kya is ek sach ko maan lun, aur apni zindagi ke kitne hi pal is haqeeqat ki bali chadha dun. Ya fir majboori ka bahana banakar us jhoot ko zinda rakhu. Kya main almari mein pade wo khat jala dun? ya fir jo phool ab bhi kisi purani kitab mein milte rehte hain, unke sahaare ye sochta rahu k... Hum fir milenge.

Han shayad... yehi kaha tha tumne.

...ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa...

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Khwahishyien...

....kaash...
har pal tumhare sath rehta
ghanto tumhein dekh sakta
...kaash...
ijazat hoti tumhein baho mein bharne ki
ijazat hoti tumhare baalo ko sehlane ki
...kaash...
har subha tumhare naam se shuru hoti
har rat tumhare sath mein khatam hoti
...kaash...
tum roz rooth jati
aur tumhein roz manaata
...kaash...
ek hi kitab se kuch phalsaphe tumhein suna k
ghanto unko lekar tum mujhse behas karti,
aur main har bar haar man leta
aur tum mujhe has kar meri jeet ka inaam deti
...kaash...
tum mere pass hoti
aur main tumhein keh sakta
k han tum se hi zindagi hai
...kaash...

...hazaro khwahishyein aisi...

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Sach...

how small a part of her life i could see
how small a part oh her life i could be

...sach...

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Happy Birthday To Me :)

yup... lots of cakes coming up.

Because I love Comics.
Before blowing the candles... Prayer goes like this.

God ! you know what i want.

A cake and a cake kaatne wali.

Cake is a Lie in RED
The cake says Happy B'day Anthony.

So happy birthday to anthony too.

Thanks Everyone for tolerating me for 22 yrs.

I know sometimes it is hard.

But if you come to my home... i will treat you with a Cake...

But did someone say... cake is a lie.

Who could that be? beats me.

birthday mood is kicking in... so gudnyt.

Song of the Day :- Three little birds by Bob Marley.

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PS: probably the song wont play. Something with esnips...

Tidbits

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Pyar k is registan mein
Nazar aate ho ek mrig-trishna ki tarah
Chhoone ko haath aage kiya
To garam raet ungliyo se fisalti mehsoos hui

Bhatakta raahi hun, lekin kabhi kabhi
miljaate hain nishan
teri hond ke
aur apni bebasi ke

Kabhi suraj aur tapta din
Kabhi Chand aur sard raat
Humsafar to ye bhi nahi

dard bas ek aadat hai (haah !)

koi umeed nai (obviously)

lekin chaahat to hai (Fuck)

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Black Magic eyes

She's gotta world to win
She's gotta world to fight
She's got the perfect weapon
Its her Black Magic Eyes


Coming soon... the eye witness account of the massacre.

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You dont need vodka
You dont need beer
You dont need Scotch
You dont need cigarettes anymore

kyunki...

aarahe hain Krazzy 4...

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Psychedelia

us din bilkul nai pi thi...
but maza bada aya tha...

you just have to think about her.


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if nothing else i will start writing dialogues for b-grade movies.

"mera naam hai gulla"

gulla ki jaana main kaun...

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Stop asking who/what RED is?
I wont tell
you wont get it
no point

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Everyone has the right to his/her fucked up state.

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b'day
exams
and RED

maza aayega

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Neend kaisi aati hai?
Kabhi gehri kabhi uchti...



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...Kubool hai...

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Lessons in Cryptography

Code RED can not be broken

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Studying... DND... Can't... Fuck...

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Exams Start tomorrow, and i am not able to study at all. Its nothing new but i am a little scared. I don't even know what time the exam starts. And blogging one night before is a new new.

I also read all previous posts of a web-comic. Two yrs old to the latest. It was very cynical. I loved it.

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I ate very less today. I am on a diet since yesterday and for i don't know when.
This is Public acceptance of the fact that i have become a big fat... something.
But when i had my dinner... OMG... It was such a heavenly feeling.
I could hear the first bite going down my tummy and hit the tummy floor after swimming/sinking through the tummy sea.

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But food... it was the best today.
I had chilly cheese with chappatis and raw carrots(for fiber) and curd with boondi.
What do they call boondi in english?
Wonder if they have boondi abroad.
Things like these reassure me that i never wanna go abroad.
India is where boondi is, India is where i wanna be.

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God help me tomorrow. I know that i made this point so i could not open that book for some more time.

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God help everyone. ;-)

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