Happy Birthday Thapa :)

As i wait for clock to cover 540 degrees of more angle my ever floating mind decides to rotate the hands in anticlockwise direction,bringing back all the moments of past 3 and half years in a single blast...

Startled by the speed of time, yes! i am overwhelmed with nostalgia...and you my friend Thapa keep on popping from nowhere in each and every of these moments, in fact you are quintessence of all! This all prompts me to think how would my graduation have shaped up if we weren't mean to be friends....and i go blank!...from those unadulterated pills of joy to those adult-rated times of fun...we have enjoyed it all...be it talking about matters of global importance like we were heir in waiting ,or "presenting our papers" on female behavior as we were some tested Psychologists, or almost becoming child welfare activists whenever topic of Academic performance erupted...doing Nonsense was never such a fun!...if for some relationships time stands as testimonial then we have your bike...hahaha...i m sure it will bring smile...the totally insane rides we had...and worth mentioning two instances when you almost broke my back..:P...and special mention of your badassery and eccentricity, it always left me with :O..:P...

34 months period wasn't always bed of roses...we had our share of bad times too...days had passed without talking to each other ...i regret some wrong decisions i made...and i promise i wont repeat...but yes i worry a lot too...people who matter to me, i want 'em to listen because most of the times i always talk about their benefit...:)...i cant tell you how much  i loved it when you came to see me when my foot was broken...and many  more times when you yourself volunteered to single-handedly solve my problems!!...

Bhai i wish you stay same for rest of your life...atleast for me..:P...A very very Happy Birthday to you...may God keep blessing you...and giving you success in all your endeavors so that i keep enjoying treats..:P...

and Long Live Our Friendship(I don't say dis often and not to everyone)....:))          

Saying Sorry

Heads get hanged,low in shame,
when u hear(abt) these things happening in your frame.
A Missy of thirteen or a lady of thirty,
why she always get a look that is awful and dirty!
a man, a hollow sham
raping ma daughters,sisters and frans (friends)!!
he can't but i can:saying sorry to all,
who ever fall, only because that damn masculinity stood tall!

Children of Lesser God

"You shall not come to school from tomorrow", the teacher announced, to a small girl perched alone in the corner of class room. Small pearls of water started to sprinkle out of that girl's little eyes, yet somehow she took control of her thin frame. Digging her hands in the pocket for handkerchief, she stood up to face the whole class. ”Headmistress ma’m has cancelled your admission because of late submission of fees and many other irregularities”, the schoolmistress added. The girl wasn’t bemused, for she knew the real reason. She was cherub, still. Nodding at teacher’s imposition, the little Chaaya replied in a husky tone, ”yus madam”.

Rest of the day in school was usual for Chaaya. Usual means, every teacher gave their share of dirty looks to her, during recess classmates took turns to disgrace her further; one guy even threw her water bottle in dustbin, though she got it back when nobody was in class, she couldn’t wash it because few seniors eschewed her from using water cooler. During games period she wasn’t even permitted to enter the courts. She found solace with her pebbles.
As she was walking through that school alley for one last time, she started to think about some of the happiest memories she was taking with her after a three month sojourn there. All because of Ms. Aisha Nagar, her computer teacher in school. Ms. Nagar, unlike others, was very  sweet to her. She used to let her work on computers with her peers. In fact, once she even kissed her forehead when she had topped a test. In her small life time till now, Chaaya has rarely seen such kind of compassion and she knew that she is never going to forget this token of love. Ms. Aisha was the only positive pillar in her ordeal house.

For a nine year old this is a difficult life, rather not even a life. But Chaaya is different, and she knows it. Her experiences have changed the way she used to live; from an impatient and restless infant she has now blossomed into a tolerant child who knows how to hold her tears, and her life. She has her dreams and aspirations too; she wants to become Kalpana Chawla and go up in universe, to stars, so that she could find her stars, her parents, as she watched in movie Bhoothnath that how people become stars after death.
Chaaya’s parents, Dinesh and Bhawna, both died when she was just three and half years old. She still has some imprints of them, like her father bringing chocolates, or playing in the garden with mother. Young Chaaya often thinks about how different would times be if her parents would still be alive till now - all part of a child's fantasies, about whom she herself knows that they could never get fulfilled. But the commendable part is that even after so much suffering, at such a young age, she never shows any signs of juvenile delinquency. “How did your parents die?” this question sounded very rhetorical to her, as a child (in fact even an adult) would never take pride in announcing that her parents died because of Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, and passed on the disease to her as an inheritance!

Relation between Opportunity and Destiny...

If OPPORTUNITY doesn't strike at your door then you need to do some hard work...go to her place...don't ring the bell...kick down the damn door...grab her hand, take her to Church...Marry her!!...Consummate..have kids...apparently they 'll be called your DESTINY...

Moral of the Story: DESTINY is born when you make love with OPPORTUNITY...

My First Hindi Poem...(मैं फिर रो ना सका )..

It all started few weeks back when i bumped into a Dr.Harivansh Rai Bachchan 's masterpiece: "Madhushala", and then Javed Akhtar's poetry in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara filled me with awe.
Hindi/Urdu poetry is really very enchanting. Sometimes it is very emotional, and many other times it can be fervent too.
Here's my (first) amateurish effort in Hindi poetry (which means mistakes shall be ignored :P).

                            मैं  फिर  रो  ना  सका 

पत्तो  की  सरसराहट  ने  फिर इन्तला  की,

ज़िन्दगी  के  दरवाज़े  पर  फिर  हवा  ने  दस्तक  दी ,

नई  उमंगे  दिल  को  लबालब  कर ,

चेहरे  पे  मुस्कान  बन  फिर  उमड़  उठी |

मखमली  रंगों  में  रंगे ,

अपनों  की  खुशमिजाजी  से  सजे इन  लम्हों  का मैं  शुक्रिया  अदा  ना   कर  सका 

 मैं दो  बूंद  आंसू भी रो  ना  सका |

कुछ  वक़्त  बीता ,

कमबख्त  किस्मत  ने  फिर  करवट  ली |

बुरायिओं  को  जैसे  सर्वत मिल  गई ,

और  खुशियाँ  ना   जाने  किस  मोड़  पे  ग़ुम  हो  गई |

अपनों  का  तो  साथ  छूटा  ही , 

मगर  सपने  भी  मनचले  हो  जाएंगे ,

ये  गवारा   ना   था |

सबसे  हो  खफा,

मेहफिलों  से  दूर  किसी  कोने  में ,

मैं  सिसकियाँ भरने  की  कोशिश  करता  रहा |

पर  फिर  दिमाग   ने  हलचल  की ,

होश  को  तलब  किया |

पर  किस्मत  का  ढंग  तो  देखो ,

मैं  फिर  रो  ना  सका |

अब  जब  तन्हाई  में  जीने  की  आदत  सी  हो  ही  गई  थी ,

तब  एक  शक्सियत  पे  नज़र  गडी |

दिल  को  तो   जैसे  नया  ठिकाना  मिल  गया |

आँखों  की  तो   पूछो  ही  मत ,

वे  तो  बस  तलाशती  थी ,भीड़  में ,वो  एक  शकल |

मुझे  खुद  अपनी  गुम्शुद्की   का  पता  न  चला ,

आशिकों  की  तरह  बस  चल  पड़ा ,

ले  होश  से  तलाक  मैं निकल  पड़ा |

पर  कागज़  की  कश्ती  कब  तक  लहरो  का  बवंडर  सह  पाती|

भला  कब  तक अक्ल गुमान  से  शिकस्त  ले  पाती | 

दिल  फिर  टूटा ,कराहट  फिर  निकली 

पर  संगत  क  डर  से  आंसू  फिर  ना  बह  सके ,

और मैं फिर रो ना सका |

Bye Bye 2010...(a poem...rather jingle written by me, just to bid adieu to the best year in my life till now..):)

though it doesn't have any significance now...m posting this for just sake of "posting" as right now m busy with exams and don't  have enough time to write something new for my first blog post!!!...

In the twilight of zero nine ('09),

i was not at all fine.

With dereliction and compunction,

loaded with the self conviction;

fighting with the damping luck,

nothing was good for this chuck.

Then like a fresh wind u came,

to make my life more serene.

Taught me to love,

taught me to embrace,

so that i won't get lost in some crazed rat race.

Taught me to fight and to be strong,

to make me deft for the throng.

Sometimes when i was too low,

you never let the "sorrow river" to flow.

And sometimes when i was flying high,

you cautioned me to "earthify".

At every step,at every way,on any time,

Oh dear twenty ten...you were always like a friend.

As the time went by, Year calender became dry;

now just few days lie,after that you are going to die.

(Your) Being at the death's door, makes me to love you more;

but as you told,at these times i have to be bold.

I commit myself to your teachings and promise to welcome your younger sibling.

Here i offer you last rites,'ll remember you as a flawless kite...

At every step,at every way,on any time,

Oh dear twenty ten...you were always like a friend.

On every step,on every way,at any time,

Oh dear twenty ten...i 'll miss you like a friend.

Bye bye twenty ten,i 'll miss you like a friend.