Chini kam hai...

Brew.. Milk.. Water.. froth.. Sip..
'aargh no sugar..'
आज सुबह सुबह ऑफिस की काफ्फी मशीन पे अहसास हुआ की जिंदगी में चीनी की क्या अहमियत है | चीनी न हो तो कुछ अच्चा ही नहीं लगता ,और हो तो जिंदगी के सबसे कडवे लम्हे भी मिठास से भर जते हैं| ऐसे ही कुछ लम्हों क बारे में सोच रहा था आज | वैसे बहुत अच्छी जगह है अमेरिका ,खूबसूरत , हराभरा , एकदम फिल्मों टाइप |यहाँ की बंदियों पे तो मैं फ़िदा हो गया भाई , सबकी सब एकदम गुडिया जैसी सफ़ेद , गुलाबी होठ , और एकदम मीठी आवाज. | मैं जहाँ रहता हूँ वो जगह तो पता नहीं किन लोगों ने बनायीं ऐसा गजब architecture , नयी पुराणी हर तरह की ईमारत | यहाँ अपरिचित लोग भी अगर कभी सड़क पे मिल जाएँ तो दुआ सलाम करते हैं , हालाँकि आपसे ट्रेन या बस वगेरह पे लोग बातचीत करते नहीं नजर आयेगे | यहाँ आकर मैंने पहली बार zebracrossing का इस्तेमाल होते देखा , और वो भी बड़े अच्छे से | वैसे खाने को लेकर मेरी मिटटी पलीद हुई है, खाने में मिर्च मसाला तो होता ही नहीं ,गरम गरम समोसा खाने का बड़ा मन करता है मगर यहाँ तो रेस्तरां में भी कम वसा वाला खाना चलता है :( ,कोई न , चलता है | अब एक जगह पर सब कुछ तो नहीं मिल सकता | बाकि खाने में सत्तू जिंदाबाद है |बाकि काम शुरू हो गया है , अच्छा है , बाकि देखिये आगे क्या होता है| और हाँ जिंदगी में चीनी बहुत संभाल कर रखिये , नहीं है जुगाड़ लीजिये , हाथ पे हाथ धरे बैठे रहिएगा तो मेरी तरह हाथ मलते रह जाईएगा और किसी दिन ब्लॉगर पे मैं आपका ब्लॉग पढ़ रहा होऊंगा :P

from 20 to 21...

I wonder what is special about turning 21, I mean I can vote, I can sign legal documents for myself starting from the age of 18 but still I am not an adult. It’s as they say ‘Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow.’

But... Starting tomorrow….

1.) I am legally allowed to consume alcohol at US ,Indonesia ,Oman, Sri Lanka, Tajikistan, UAE, Micronesia , Palau and in most parts of India

2.) I can get married

But what are more important are the changes I want, I wish I wasn’t so clumsy, I wish I could grow up overnight just like the law rendering me adult in a passing second but kya Karen dil to bachcha hai jii..[ :)]

I also wish I was a little more smarter, a little more healthier and a lot more wealthier [:P] , I wish I had a obsession ( includes commitments, affairs and addictions) and after today’s dinner I sincerely wish Patel hall had a better mess.

I had been planning to write a post since a long time ( losing in PI, almost getting DAAD and losing it , terrible last semester, a professor called SPP another called AC, Menon’s attempt at SF, KCR’s ……., getting drunk and breaking chairs at TP, carrying drunk people back from Sher e Punjab, Sayantan ki G ka G, ordeals for passport and many more) but writing a blog requires a rare combination of free time and good mood both being scarce thanks to ‘Labload’. Feels like penning hundreds of pages involving every nice event that took in last one year but I have a movie to watch , a assignment to do and a viva to prepare for , so I think I’ll retire.

and yes ....

Happy Hillu Day

Tweets of a independent individual on Independence Day

12:01 am: happy Independence Day ( why did it fall on Saturday)

12:05 am: zzz DND

06:30 am: I love India

06:45 am: the great country called India

7:30 am: zzz DND

10:30 am: happy Independence Day (BTW when was the flag hoisted ,were there sweets?)

11:30 am: playing A R Rehman full volume on 5.1 speakers (it’s awesome)

12:30 pm: neighbor broke my speakers (thank god he spared my bones) [posted to FML]

1:00 pm: fking mess food , yuck

1:05 pm: zzz DND

1:30 pm: awake (thanks to ‘friends’) , watching Border with ‘friends’

2:30 pm: yooooo , a French bandi added me as friend on facebook (can’t chat , Border
continuing)

4:30 pm: movie khatam ,chat suru

5:00 pm: did you know about Nehru Jacket (featured by Vogue in 1964, adopted by Beatles and Johnny Carson)(source French Bandi)

6:00 pm: Independence Day resolution:

• 1. Will eat desi food only (pizza burger etc kata )

6:30 pm: resolutions can wait, treats cannot  McD here I come…

7:00 pm: wifi@McD

9:00 pm: talli, had desi daru today

9:30 pm: kick all [censored] ,they pester our nation

11:30 pm: back to senses, beaten up by [censored] group [posted to FML]

11:59 pm: mera bharat mahan 100 me 99 beiman , cellphone stolen at McD

of eiffel tower, niagra falls ,amsterdam dollars and euros

disclaimer: all characters are fictional . Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead(:)) is purely coincidental.

it seems i am the only idiot who is not going for a foreign trip, oops i mean foreign training , this summer...

one evening , our wing .....

mr. r : abe load yaar load , pappa ko phone karna padega , hum visitor visa k liye apply kiye the ,
sabka kat raha ahi mera bhi katega...
mr. s(WTP- wing tour planner): to ab kya karega ??

r: karenge kya , abhi working visa k liye apply ? paisa katega ,kuch nahin bachega , euro trip kata

s: ma..r.c..d ,b..s..d main akele jaunga fir??

r: chale jana..

s: dekh tera kitna paisa bachega

(financial discussion content suppressed)

abe to itna bacha k kya karega , g...d me ghusayega..

r : HAAN G...D ME GHUSAYENGE . FIR HILEGA NA PAISA TO MAJA AAYEGA..

(gross content suppresed)

b..s..d k ..
(enter mr v , mr ss , mr rg, mr k , mr l,mr sg and mr h(:)))

mr sg(HFPP-high funda possesing person): abe tu ek kaam kar abhi delhi phone kar , fir@@#$(()& %%(_))_&*^*( ^*&_ ^(*_ *)&(*= (&*(_(( )&(_ @$#%&**$$
%%(_))_&*^*( ^*&_ ^(*_ *)&(*= (&*(_(( )&(_ @$#%&**$$
] %%(_))_&*^*( ^*&_ ^(*_ *)&(*= (&*(_(( )&(_ @$#%&**$$
(sry dude i can't make out anything of what you told)


mr h: abe mera to lag hi nahin raha intern
(every body looks at him then looks away discussion continued)


mr k(HFGP- high funda giving person): ki gal hai ...
(mr v (gold medalist weight lifter) (whisper):saala ye punjabi bolta ahi na to man karta hai...(threatening content suppressed)
tu asia kar ki @$$^&()() %&%_ %$*^&) 547 #*^(() 378970-
peace hai na...

mr. s: abe tu phone kake sidha bol de ki mera application gadbad ho gaya hai usko NULL and VOID kar do.
mr. h:(frusstt looking) abe main kya karun??

mr. k :doob mar

mr. k.: abe ye saala duk.. bhi nahin bataya hum apply kiye to..

(enter mr. d ,mr d will livefor 1000 years , OMG)

mr d. abe yaar tu to bola main senior se fundae le liye hain

mr. k (now irritated) :saale @$%38 #^&%&(*()^* ^*& 758970

(meaningless discussion content deleted)

mr k: saala kal bandi k saath ganna ka juice pi raha tha kal kolkata me

mr h: hehehe

mr s: tu kya hans raha hai be

(actually bandi and mr h ...)

mr k: m..d..rc..d tu ticket bhi dekhne laga akele ghumne k liye, hum to bole hi the abh.
mr s: aur nahin to kya ek din sayatan k saath ,ek din lendi ek din k...


********

( top floor)
(enter mr h, mr k , mr sg , mr t)

mr sg: abe t , kuch sikh be ye log euro trip maar rahe hain
mr t( HFPP , wing tour planner ): ma k d...e maine hi ye tour plan ki hai
mr sg:ohh

mr k: saala h frusst baitha hai
(mr h head down as if his wife has recently eloped with som e one else)

mr h:abe yaar kahin nahin lag raha kya karun samajh nahin aa raaha
(frusstt discussion content deleted)
mr k :abe rona band kar be

....to be continued (assignment hai karne baad baki likhunga)

The lonely daffodil

the sunshine and the zephyr

imbued with a sweet scent

cascades gushing with water

and the fields flooded with green paint

the monotone of my footsteps

and the maiden in my memories

the merriment of the gypsies

and the hymns of the untold stories

I reach the acropolis swarming

with flowers that swayed with pride

but on a barren lonesome hill

a little daffodil stood alone aside

one little daffodil on a barren hilltop

with a few leaves to shed

and fewer petals to fall

I asked him ‘dear daffodil

Why you stand alone when rest

dance together with joy and glee?

Is it your vanity to stand by yourself?

which hinders you to join this spree

daffodil told me

‘just like the sun has to walk alone leaving

the company of stars and the moon

to spread light all over the world

I have to stay here and bloom

till I die for then I can

scatter my seeds on this bleak mound

to make it green once again ’

FIRANGI

भाई ये फीरंगी हें

पीज्जा देख के जीभ लाप्लापये
रोटी देख के मुंह बीचकाए
छुरी कांटे के बाद भी आदत इनकी बेढंगी है
भाई ये फीरंगी हें


हफ्ते में एक बार नहाये
कमरे से भी बदबू आए
ये सेंट लगाने वाला भंगी है
भाई ये फीरंगी हें


कमीज इनकी भूरी है
और पतलून का रंग भी नूरी है
मगर भाइयों क्या कहना ,चड्डी इनकी रंग बीरंगी है
भाई ये फीरंगी हें


इनके लीए गंगा गंजेस और दील्ली डेली है
लगता है इनकी जीभ पे जेल्ली है
इनको लगती अपनी जुबान ही चंगी है
भाई ये फीरंगी हें

पता नहीं घोंसला सर पे है
या घोंसला पे सर है
पर बॉडी की waxing है
भाई ये फीरंगी हैं

ख़ुद को हाई क्लास समझते
shit f*** a** जैसे शब्द बकते
इनका status unbearing है
भाई ये फीरंगी हैं

नशा मार कर बहकते है
ख़ुद को bill gates समझते हैं
मगर जेब में इनके तंगी है
भाई ये फीरंगी हैं



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Resolutions ...

Well , I had decided that this is the end of this magnificent blog when i wrote the last page from my dustbin but as the time passes I realize how important it is for me to write , yes I am not a glamorous writer nor a awesome critic but do you really need to be good at what you like ?

Do we need to be Schumacher to enjoy a ride or be Tendulkar to play cricket?

I suppose not and hence I am here writing although I know a few take pain to go through this rubble of words and sentences! Now about the dustbin ,of course I lost it , but I have other things which are more central to my thinking and more vital for my survival and far more significant than a debris of broken desires covered in thick gray soot of grief. And another thing that took me some time to realize that I am a 19 year old and I shouldn’t run for my mom for every nick and prick, something which embarrasses me but tempts me at the same time.

So I start the third to be glorious year of my life with certain resolutions :

1. no sulking in acads

2.no more stupid self-indulgent acts

3. no more dustbins , (only gorgeous coffee cans ;))

and for relieving the kind readers from the monotonous “no “ ,

4. an attempt to preserve my health (yes, it is in “that “ bad condition)