Teen Age Song

k maine pucha hai ye galiyo se

aayi ho kya tum yahan

k lag raha hai ye jahan

naya naya

k maine pucha in vadiyo se

chhupi ho tum kahi yahan

k mehki c hai ye hawa

zara zara

kyuki teri dhadkano se

bandhi hai meri saansein

hai aankho mein bhi tera hi

nasha nasha

oh ho ho aa jao

oh ho ho aa jao

k mere sapno, khyalo mien

mere ankahe sawalo mien

chhupa hai jo chehra

tera tera

jo main chaahoon to main chhoo lun

ye aasman k taare

ho saath jo hamesha

tera tera

oh ho ho aa jao

oh ho ho aa jao

k meri mushkilein bhi hain hasin

jo teri aahatien mere kareeb

deti hain wo haunsla

naya naya

k meri baahon mien aake

k mera geet gun guna k

banja mere jeene ki

wajha wajha

oh ho ho aa jao

oh ho ho aa jao

~<0>~

Its so easy to see the green grass
and so fulfilling to be on the other side
of the other side

~<0>~

Sajan Ji

kuch teri masrufiyat
kuch mera ghumaan
mainu roz ik doraahe te lae aunda hai
ate main roz ik galat rasta fad laenda haan

meri zindagi teri zindagi ton
kuch duur aa chukki hai
kisi jhoothi jitt di aas wich
main roz ik ladayi lad laenda haan, khud naal

tere nainaa.n de nashe wich choor, hale vi
mere din hauli hauli hi katde ne
andro andri dil di agg vich
main roz hauli hauli sad laenda haan

taitho dur jeena aukha hi lagda hai
ik an-suljhe sawaal waang
din hanju te raatan zehriliyan
har.roz enha de aukhe ghutt bhar laenda haan

par, mere sajan ji,mere dil de maalik ji
meri jind nimaani nu, tere pyar da hi sahara hai
ise vishwaas di khaatir zindagi de paende te
shayad... main ik kadam roz chadh laenda haan

What is the biggest mistake a story writer can do? Its not the punctuation and its not the grammar. Word processors take care of stuff like that. Its not the cowardliness and the lack of imagination shown by being inspired from his own life. It is creating a character so convincing that he starts believing that the character is real. Making a real person out of pen and paper; sketching a life out of smoke rings and whiskey. Believing in what is not and all the while neglecting and denying what the reality is. The biggest mistake a writer can do is fall in love with the person who does not even exist in the same universe as he.

But how can he stop himself? The resistance is futile. Whole of his day is spent in dreaming about her. In picturing her roam around her house. Taking care of the smallest of things. He sees her going to her job and trying to do her best in something she does not relate to. He imagines her preparing her dinner and smokes with her when she lights her cigarette before going to bed. The temptation to kiss her when she lies down on the couch is irresistible. When she finally retires for the day he looks at her peaceful face and smiles. She is beautiful and he pines for her touch. He can not kiss her, he can not make love to her and he can not say it to her that he loves her. He knows that it wont matter. He knows her destiny is being charted on the next page. He knows that she can not stay with him and he can not stay with her. The story has to end. Happily for her but always and always sadly for him.

A barrier must be maintained. Dreams should not be mingled with reality and reality should be kept as far away as possible from the unreal.

The Best Goodbye

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

~~

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.


~<0>~
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>~

Mere Din Raat

wo behke behke raat din
har sham nashe mein duubna
mere hoth nam tere hoth nam
har jaam unpe tootna

hum bekhudi mein iskadar
khuda se khud pe aa gaye
bas tere maeqade mein mumkin
khuda se khud ka chhootna
wo behke behke raat din...

zaeb kuch amal bhi na kar saka
apni aarzoo pe aye sanam
fir kis zulm ki hai ye saza
bin baat tera roothna

In memory of the days when we were together and life was beautiful.

Thoda sach aur...

There is this thing about being in love with you which I completely and absolutely hate. Its not the part where you don't know I love you. Its not even the part where I know I cant have you, even for a tiny winy time in my life.
Its the part where after some days i get to know this little fact about you and then I just cant believe that what a stupid idiot I was in believing otherwise. The best part is that you don't lie to me. I can't blame you even a little for this rip-your-chest-and-crush-your-heart state I get myself into every time. Its only my naivete that leads me to believe in something, which is mostly the way i want the things to be. Why? Why? Why?

Goddammitt Why?

Deep down my heart I was afraid that this would happen and deep down my heart i was wishing for this day to not happen this time. But, I don't know why and how and for what fucking god damn reason, by evening I had myself convinced that all my fears were baseless and my worries without reason.

Why did I not think of it earlier? It has happened before also. How could I even hope that you wont do it again? Bloody hell !!! everything is falling into place now. I can see at least some of the steps.

See, You are You and I forget that every time. It had to happen and it did. Only problem, I got to know of it today and out of my own stupid doing.

I hate you... because you were there.

Kab sudhroge?
Kab bakshoge?
Kab nikloge mere sar se bahar?
Fuck Fuck Fuck

I want to leave this place.
Bahut ho gaya.
Bas !

Ta Da...

Question Answers

Q1. Why do we ask the questions we already know the answers to?
Q2. How do people still manage to give a different answer?
Q3. Why dont you ever believe what they say?
Q4. How do you start believing them?
Q5. Why do we ask again n again?
Q6. Why in the name of GOD?
(and last but not the least)
Q7. What the fuck?

Ans: The examiner has set the questions in the form of a Bloody inverted Pyramid.
Is he mad?
(...yup...)

What the fuck?
(being rhetorical eh?)


Ps :- The whole post resembles a glass of martini. Which i badly need.
Pps:- See i told you. Sab waisa sa hi hai.
Ppps:- This post would not have come up, but for some factors and... wait for it... outcomes.

Tidbits

~<0>~

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)

~<0>~

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.

~<0>~

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

kyunki...

aarahe hain Krazzy 4...

~<0>~

Psychedelia

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

you just have to think about her.


~<0>~

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

"mera naam hai gulla"

gulla ki jaana main kaun...

~<0>~

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

~<0>~

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

~<0>~

b'day
exams
and RED

maza aayega

~<0>~

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



~<0>~

...Kubool hai...

~<0>~

Lessons in Cryptography

Code RED can not be broken

~<0>~

dil jis cheez ko haan kehta hai, zehen usi ko kehta hai na
ishq mein uff! yeh khud hi se ladna ek saza hai seene mein
Aawarapn banjarapan
Ek khala hai seene mein

My Love

Jab tum nahi hoti mere pass

To aksar chaand se baatien kar leta hun

Kaafi dosti ho gayi hai hum dono mien

Bas tumhari hi baatein karta hun

Aur jab jab bhi main kehta hun use

Ke tum sab se khoobsurat ho

Wo koshish karta hai k aur chamak jaye

Kabhi kabhi aag sa laal ho uth.ta hai

Kabhi kabhi heere se bhi tez damak.ta hai

Par har baar use munh ki khaani padti hai

Kyunki har baar main use samjhata hun

Ke tum mere liye ek taare c chamakti ho

Bahut duur hokar bhi

Mujhe akele raahi ko raah dikhati ho

Disha deti ho meri bhatki zindagi ko

Jab tum mere pas nahi hoti

To aksar chand se baatien kar leta hun

Par aaj wo bhi baadlo ki ot mein chhupa baitha hai

Tum hi batao, ye raat kaise basar hogi

---------------------------------------

When you are away o dear one

I often talk to the moon

We have become good friends now

I talk about you

And every time I say that you are beautiful

It tries to outshine what I say of you

Sometimes it burns red with jealousy

Sometimes it glows like a diamond

But every time it fails

Every time I tell the moon that you are a star

Your love shines even when you are far

Guiding this lonely walker, guiding my life

When you are away o dear one

I often talk to the moon

But I can’t see it tonight

So tell me o loved one

How will this night pass?

love me oh!

where the time ends
and the seven worlds meet
i look for you
my love, my dear, my sweet

The stairs to heaven
I climb as well
they lead not to you
its an unending hell

emptiness surrounds me
where ever i go
but i love you so
i know, i know ,i know

To look for you, oh fairie
in this realm
of reality, practicality, formality
its a dream, a dream, a dream

all seasons have gone
of rain and draught
of ice and fire
of pain i sought
my vice my desire

where are you
when i look for you

where are you
when i look for you

Nights, days
weeks, months
years and eons
have gone, have gone

since i saw you
since i smiled
since i touched you
since i died
to be born again
in your arms
since i walked oh dear one
by your side, by your side

love me oh
love me please
love me well
wont you? ... please

coz i am colorblind
in this world of colors
coz i am all alone
in friends, in foes, in lovers

walk alone i must
till i see you again
walk alone i must
till you love me again

these footsteps in sand
will get washed away by the sea
so love me now
its meant to be
coz i have heard the folklores sing
of me and you, of you and me

-- Zaeb

Where Gods Live

(Stairway To Heaven)
(Another Shot Of RED)
(Life is So On The Rocks)

Neend...

नींद


जब तुम्हारी थकी थकी पलकें
बंद होकर खुलती हैं
जैसे नींद ने चौकठ से आवाज़ दी हो
और तुम, वापिस आई हो
मुझे बुलाने के लिए, सपनो की उस दुनिया में


होठो पे हरकत करती वो मंद सी मुस्कान
खींच लेती है मुझे
जैसे वादा कर रही है मुझसे कोई
और तुम, मेरे काँधे पर हाथ रखती हो
मुझे बुलाने के लिए, सपनो की उस दुनिया में


अधूरी रह जाती है मेरी कहानी हर रोज़
एक बंद कलम, एक अधूरे काग़ज़ पर
जैसे अधूरा होता हूँ में तुम्हारे बिना
और तुम, लिख देती हो मेरे हाथ पर अपना नाम
मुझे बुलाने के लिए, सपनो की उस दुनिया में

I do Not Love You... By pablo neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

--- pablo neruda

Love song (Supposedly)

every day
we keep drifting away
when you read a book
and i just strum my guitar
just not to speak
just not to stay
so baby lemme write a song for you
once again

i know
you got a job and a hefty pay
when my gig is still on the hook
and i just strum my guitar
just let me wait
its all i can do, (for now)
but baby lemme write a song for you
once again

i know
you got friends n what they say
but i remember that look
when i d strum my guitar
just to make you speak
just to make you stay
so baby lemme write a song for you
once again


Coz i cant talk much
and million things he can say
but baby words had no meaning
when i d strum my guitar
and i know its not my way
i just cant say i love you
but baby lemme sing it for you
the song i just wrote for you

Quotes...

"If we all learned what we should learn, the first time round, we wouldn’t need love."

"Jealousy, like the flawed love that bears it, has no respect for time or space or wisely reasoned argument. Jealousy can raise the dead with a single, spiteful taunt, or hate a perfect stranger for nothing more than the sound of his name."

"...when we fall in love with someone our greatest fear is that they wont love us back,what we should fear instead is that we wont stop loving them.."

-- from Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

Band Taale

Jo suna karte the mere baawle pan ko
mere dost wo bas ab saaki ban kar raeh gaye
Khud-b-khud bol uth.ta tha ye man
par ab koi taala hai us par
jo sharab k bina nahi khulta
tere pyar mein nashemaan pada rehta tha din bhar
kai saaki badal chuka hun
saikdon maikhaane hi
par tere pyar sa suroor nahi ghulta

~ o Dyslexia o~

In silence you speak to me
In a storm i hear your sweet voice
If i close my eyes
The sound of you breathing
In darkness i see you
You are my bright sunshine
If you speak to me
The sight of your lips moving

...Keeps me going on...

Interpretations -
By a dyslexic kid: Jis se pyar hota hai us se hota nai hai, jis se pyar nai hota us se hota hai

By a smart kid in the same Class: Kavi kehta hai ke wo ek ladki ke pyar mein itna paagal ho chuka hai k ab use har jagah apni premika hi nazar aati hai. Ab wo akela hote hue bhi ye mehsus karta hai ke uski premika uske pass hai aur us se baatein kar rahi hai.