Shadows...

I want to colour my life
brighten every moment and make it more vivid.
O for a boy in darkness.

Birds and butterflies I have heard of
Flowers and fruits I have smelled
Everything abstract like sorrow and happiness

Mother says be careful when I walk
The road on which I stand
I know not where its ends or starts

Teacher asked me to sharpen my senses
Senses so that I dont stretch my hand
Being independent in this world without colours

How many times I tried to think
That how my sweetheart looked
Looks ahh..!! Magical she sounds

The world where men fight
the fights which lead to blood...
I know not why you quarrel for thou know not pains

I am happy with this life
Sad that you call me blind
Its better not to have eyes coz I wont see fights

O For a boy in darkness..!!!

BADLA...!!

"Wake up Sir, its 7am and you are still here", said Alya my secretary. "Ah...!Alya, good morning". Rubbing my eyes, I wake up. I check my cell phone and find 8 missed calls and a message. 8 missed calls is normal for the CEO of Nison Imaging Solutions. I usually dont get messages. I opened it to find a strange message...
"You once said, if at all you think of saboo, u'll think of us. Nish, have you ever thought of saboo in the last 2 decades?"

It was from an unknown number. I switched on my monitor and made a google search. It said the caller/user resides somewhere in Abu Dhabi. I never wanted to get back to my past because I was a loser then. I ignored the message.

It was 2 pm and I had just set out for lunch when I received an email. The email had the same content which was there in the message. But here I wanted to see who the sender was. The address said meow_1991@yahoo.com. Well meow..!! seems good coz that was the name of my Persian cat. I wondered who from saboo is trying to get in touch with me. The one who never ever replied or answered calls after leaving the insti. There were a zillion things in my mind about my firm which gave me very lil time to think about my insti. I was in my car driving back to my apt.(Canada). The roads were covered with snow and so the traffic was slow. My car was at a constant of 15mph(That’s normal in winters) when I heard a loud roar and thud. But I was busy enjoying the ARR numbers so I dint pay heed to it.

As I moved ahead the traffic came to a stand still. I kept on honking as my sweetheart and sweetie pie were waiting for me. I lowered my window and asked the cop in the booth. He said there’s an avalanche and the traffic wont move for another 8 hrs.

Holy crap..!! 8 hrs..!! I lowered my back rest, switched on the heater and there I lay in d car all lone(as always). My cells beeps. I check it, only to find a blank message from the same number. So I get back thinking about this meow. I try hard but in vain. Then an idea clicks. I log in facebook, the outdated site. I find about 44 friend requests, 80 messages and 99 notifs. I ignore all of them.

I go on checking my albums. I checked all my albums and pics I am tagged in. I was about to log out when I see a pic of a cat where I am tagged along wid mehvash sheikh n zaid sayed. I go to mehvash’s profile and everything becomes vivid and clear. Meow is mehvash sheikh my batchmate in MH Saboo Siddik COE. I pick my cell and with a little hesitation and dial her number. A man with a thick hindi accent picks up the phone. I ask for mehvash and he goes on doing things which I do as my job…interviewing..!!! Then finally as if I have cracked the quiz he hands over the fone to her. A soft voice says “hello..(a big pause)”…I say, “hii (in my changed accent)”
She says, “who is this??”.
I introduce my self and then I hear…”OMG OMG OMG…”

We talk for about an hour( I dunno what her hubby might have thought) then decide a reunion in Mumbai. We decide not to get out families. And then it begins….

***

I reach the Mumbai Airport, call up the tourism organization and book a room. I dump all my luggage and set out( ignoring the jet lag). The place where we are supposed to meet is Shalimaar ( I hardly remembered the name until she mailed me abt it.) I reach the hotel before everyone. I have a look at the hotel. Its now a 5 star restaurant. I give my name to the receptionist only to know that my table is already booked. I sit down to find 9 empty chairs around me. Shit..!! 9 seats, I hardly remember 6 names.

I wait and eventually everyone turn up. There are handshakes, puppies and jhappies. Tears, smiles and everything. People around me are MEOW, MARIAL, HAGGU, GHAJINI, BOMBER, DEVDAS, HAWASTHI, ADITH AND MERCHANT. Let me describe them one by one.

Mehvash Sheikh a.k.a MEOW. Shes in a pure white silk salwar with embroidery designs, I felt she was hiding something. Well, here weight had increased in four folds. A civil engg, married to a wealthy industrialist in Abu dhabi, a mother of three kids(5,8,15) and most importantly the editor of a magazine “young mind, young poet”

Shruti Vaghe a.k.a MARIAL dressed in perfect formals. Grey coat, trousers and a maroon purse. Less make-up but blackish lips coz for smoking. Again a civil engg, a divorcee, mother of a guy(10) and the MD of HDIL (Raipur).

Rafaa Dalvi a.k.a HAGGU wearing a black shirt wid light blue denim, flaunting a French beard. An Automotive engg, married to Naquiyah(our batch mate), a proud father of 2 guys (12,15), the team leader in RnD dept of AMW.

Praveen Menon a.k.a GHAJINI in complete formals. He was bald n had finished 2 cigars in about an hour, he had a thick moustache which he had dyed. An Automotive engg, did his masters from the US, married, had no children and was the head of production dept of BMW in the US.

Atul Kumar a.k.a HAWASTHI was in a black shirt n dark blue denim. He sported a sexy brown leather jacket. An Automotive engg., married, had a daughter(15) and worked with the Indian Defence Vehicles and Designing.

Abdul P a.k.a DEVDAS was in a simple white kurta. Had a beard which was not thick. Looked depressed. An Engg., Married, had no kids. He had his own vehicle showroom in Worli.

Burhan MP a.k.a BOMBER was dressed in the coolest way. Wore a dark green T wid khakee cargos. He had no facial hair. But even that looked cool. He managed his father’s business in Bangladesh and had a new branch at Surat. Filthy rich though….!!!

Adith Ajayan was in a tuxedo. Looked really rich, sported an tag heur watch etc. etc. He completed his Phd. in Auto. Engg from Germany and was currently teaching at the IIT.

Imran merchant had become really hairy, with a long beard but he was the same as he used to be in college…LOST..!! He was married and dint mention anything about his way of earning. I was sure he was into big business.

We all stared at each other as if we had a lot to say but nothing would come out.
MEOW: Guys say something. Isn’t it wonderful that we meeting after so long.? We got loads to catch up. Why are you guys behaving as if it was your worst decision to come here?
MARIAL: Exactly, kya prob hai tum logon ko?
IMRAN: Kuch nahi re we jus need an ice breaker.
RAFAA: Fuhget all that, lets order starters.
ME: Saale tu bhukkad hi rahega.
The waiter is called. Imran mumbles something into his ear and he sets off. He gets one of the best chicken tikkas ever. I was surprised to see Atul blindly eatin it.
ME: Oye hawasthi tu toh veggie tha na ?
ATUL : Ab mein tujhe bhi kha sakta hun ;)
Everyone enjoys that line and attack their chicken.
ADITH: Dude, did you see the latest V15 engine. Its practically noisefree. I wanna have my hands on it soon.
Everyone in disgust: Will u shut up?
ADITH:Ok Ok…u know what guys? Dese days students at IITs are nothing. We used to be better than them during our days.
BURHAN: Yeah, my neighbor’s son I dunno how he managed to get into the institute. He hardly knew math till the tenth grade. Some miracle maybe.
ADITH: Dude, ders lot of corruption at the IIT. I can manage a seat for anyone these days. It’ll hardly cost 100k.
PRAVEEN: Yeah, even I read it in the New York Times. The International ranking of the IIT has gone down to 400 from 150.
RAFAA: What about MU?
Everyone gets attentive to know more about MU
ADITH: Dude, MU is doing gud these days. We are ranked around 590 I guess.
ME: Matlab it has come up by 310. kya baat hai..!!!
ME: Who wants their kids to be engineers dese days? I’ll toh hand her over my entire firm. Let her enjoy her teenage. Get a bf ;) Unlike me.
MEOW: Dude you know what? You were a despo then. Kisi ko bhi nahi chodta tha.
RAFAA: Hehe.
I was thinking. Rafaa was a devil in college and hes still the same. Never supports me…:P
BURHAN: Shruti, u tell howz life goin? Howz your kid?
MARIAL: Hes just fine. I recently caught him with his gf in our bedroom. I gave him such a big lecture that woh bechara ab padhne laga hai.
ME: I shud tell him how you were during our college days.
There is a smirk on everyone’s face. Imran still busy with his chicken, tries to show us some modern art by arranging the chopsticks. No one but DEVDAS looks at his shitty piece of designing.
ATUL: Toh saalo, kya plan hai?
Suddenly ADITH’s cell rings.
ADITH: Yes sir. Yes sir. Main parso viva le lunga. Sure sir. I know SOM mein pass karana hai but i’ll see.
ME: Guys anyone remembers SOM here?
Everyone look at me as if I have asked them to divide a number by zero.
ATUL: Tu jaa re. Tujhe kya lagta hai... only you studied that fucked-up subject?. Its Study of materials.
BURHAN n ABDUL: Wahi toh.
ME: (confused) yeah even I think so.
PRVEEN: *h*n*c*o* tum log sab ghanta enggs. ho.
Its Strength of materials.
SHRUTI AND MEHVASH: W/e
We all had a tummy full and went on chatting.

Mehvash opens up. First there are tears in her eyes which is taken care of by marial.
I was forcefully married to this guy at Abu Dhabi. My father thought 26yrs was too old. So as soon as they got a nice proposal they married me off. I thought I need to pay heed to what they say. So I blindly went with their decision. I thought hes a nice guy. We had such a nice time together. He encouraged my poems which is one reason why I am famous. I dint want many kids but he was adamant in this case. I tried to give him things which he wanted. I usually don’t doubt him even though he comes home late. He never drinks or smokes. Last month I came to Mumbai to meet my mother for eid. As usual I left within 3 days. I went home to find it locked from inside. I had my keys. I opened the door and went to our bedroom on the third floor. I could hear noises. I actually saw him doing things a married man should not do with other women. I was heartbroken. I wanna leave him but what about my three kids? No one will be ready to accept me with my kids. People who promised neva eva came back. I found Shruti now. Even she was busy then. Nishith and Rafaa never used to call. I was all alone.
She started weeping. Everyone in the restaurant started staring at us. We dint give a damn.

We all started to pacify her. And finally knowing that we all are back she stopped crying.
I told her to dump her husband. But then she dint have the courage to do so. So we all sat quietly for sometime.

Then Atul yells again. “Saale hum log yahan kya karne aaye? What are you guys upto?”

Adith yells, “REVENGE…!!!”
PRAVEEN: What revenge? Whom do you wanna hit? Tell me m strong enuf to knock any person down :P
IMRAN: What Adith?
ADITH: U remember a prof who gave arbaaz a KT in vivas?
ME: Who is arbaaz?
Everyone look at me as if they are gonna kill me any moment.
ATUL: yeah who can fuhget him. The Big Ass Seeker.
ME: hehe B.A.S.
Everyone chuckles on hearing the short form
ADITH: Guys you know what ? BAS’s son is in my insti.
ME: He got into the IIT?
BOMBER: Adith, tune jhol kiya tha kya?
IMRAN: puzzled…jhol matlab?
ABDUL: Shut up bro.
ADITH: He got his vivas day after tomorrow. N guess what? I am the one whose gonna take it…waat lagani hai?
ALL: ihahahahaha…!!!
ADITH: Till when are you guys here?
We all were in Mumbai for more than a week. So everything was going smooth.
ME: Are guest lecturers allowed as externals at IIT?
ADITH: You got my point bro. 4 externals are allowed.
Praveen, Rafaa, Me and Imran look at each other.
Imran: I am gonna fuck him tomorrow..!!
ME: Ok who pays now.
Everyone except Rafaa and Imran put their credit cards ahead.
ME: Tum dono toh kanjus hi rahoge
IMRAN: mein kanjuus nahi
ME: Y?
IMRAN: I own this hotel.
Everyone goes WOW..!!

***
It was Day 2. All of us were again comfortable with each other.
Abdul speaks up.
Guys you know y m sad.? My wife is cheating on me. I taped her making out with my neighbour. I just wanna break off form the relation but m nt finding a way to catch her red handed. I just wanna let-go off her. I have enough wealth to sustain a big family but I am not goin for kids as I’ll have to touch that bitch. I just need one reason to ask her to fuck off one moment of luck. Can you guys help me?

Everyone had the answer in their mind but no one dared to speak. Finally shruti opened her mouth.
Guys whats wrong with you all? Cant you see the obvious? Or you people are the same when it comes to a relation? Dude(pointing at abdul) you like her na? you were so much into this relation…y did u idiots break up?
ABDUL: Her dad married her off….what could I do?

SHRUTI: OK. U could not do it then. But you can do it now. Are you ready to take meow with you along with her kids?
ABDUL: Thinking……yeah I can.(smiling at meow)
Meow blushes…...
PRAVEEN:Its not done guys. We aint teenagers now. We want a formal proposal right now.
EVERYONE: Abdul...abdul..abdul
Abdul gets up with a little reluctance and goes towards Meow's chair.
He bends down...removes his bracelet...he takes her hand( the way I take my daughters hand).
ABDUL: I know its really long now but the light is still there in my heart. It might have diminished a little but you know you can make it glow again. Will you marry me Sweetheart?
MEOW:(Tears in her eye) I liked you then but now i really love you.
Abdul puts his bracelet around her wrist.
Meow in tears...:Love you baby
ABDUL: Me 2.
ABDUL goes and hugs her and before they get carried away shruti pulls meow with an excuse that she has to go to the washroom. We all hug abdul one by one.
IMRAN: Waiter, sabke liye thanda lana..!!



***

ME: What is his sons name?
ADITH: we call him SE. Stupid Engineer.(chuckles)
SE: Good morning sir.
WE: You may have your seat.
Praveen: What did you get for practicals?
SE: Impact test sir.
ADITH: Kitna padha hai?
SE: Puura portion.
We are shocked.
Praveen: Give me the definition of impact, impulse and inertia
He mumbles some bookish definition and I start clapping.
ME: yeh tujhe kisne bataya? Aint der any difference between impact and impulse?
SE: No sir..
ME: English padha hai na, Spelling toh alag hai. Idiot.
SE smiles at us.
IMRAN: You wanna smile haan. Quickly draw me the SFD and BMD for this loading. I can give you maximum 15 sec.
SE: scribbles something. Done Sir.
ME: (secretly asking adith) Sahi hai kya?
ADITH: winks at me.
Praveen: Kaun sikhata hai tumhe yeh kachra?
SE: Dad.
ME: call him up right now. Tell him we wanna meet him
SE: he is already there outside this class. He is waiting for me. We are planning to go to the Water Park now.
ME: M gonna use your tears to fill the pool, boy.
SE: chod do na sir…I know everything.
PRAVEEN: I hope you know things more than me.
Praveen then bombards him with terms he(SE) has hardly heard off. Questions one after the other for more than 30 mins. Practically it was all French for me. But still I was supporting him(Praveen) coz we were here for the same cause.

PRAVEEN: I’ll ask you one jackpot question. If you answer this you are passing else I’ll question you for more 30 mins.
SE: Ok ( tired and losing confidence)
PRAVEEN: What is a Mohr circle?
SE answers it correctly. And I playfully mock him sayin its wrong.
SE starts crying.
ADITH: You may leave. I am giving you only 9/25. I wanna meet you dad.
We all went out of the class room and met him. The guy who screwed his students to the core. BAS stood there. His hair were all gray but he was there.
His son went and hugged him and started to cry.
BAS: What happened beta? How was it?
ADITH: you remember us sir? Your class of 2013?
BAS remembered our names. We were shocked.
PRAVEEN: Jo tu mere doston ke saath karta tha. Who mein aaj tere bete ke saath kiya.
BAS: Unnikrishnan ..!! what non sense is this?
ME: Exactly sir, you did this non sense 20 years ago. And we are showing you some replay.
IMRAN: You know what sir. I had kept this thing too long in my heart. Will you please fuck off.?
BAS: I’ll complain to the dean at IIT.
ME: Fuck him too…:P
Praveen: Ja *a*d m*r*. I am gonna screw your kid.
Rafaa was silent till then.
BAS: you dare touch him and cause him any harm.
RAFAA: Alright guys, yeh ladke ko chod, iski maar.
He kicked BAS hard on his nuts. He fell down. He cried in pain. We were shocked. I made a go. But BAS pulled us to the nearby police station. The inspector was about to file a case against us. But Rafaa already had backup. Atul barged in the police station.
ATUL: Champu, rahu de re…te maje sobat aahe.
The inspector left us without saying a word. BAS was shocked.
ME: I love India.
Praveen to BAS: Fuck off you lil piece of shit.
And we all left the place.

***












Though time made a lot of changes in our personas but the love is still alive….

Searching The Divine Providence

Starts as a cell, ends as mud
Thats how life is, as little as a bud

We think of our pasts and so did our dads
To figure out where we are n how we fared

Some believe that its HE who made us
A few think its nothing but ruckus

I tried to think, to see HIM
Searching for HIM even when the chances were dim

Some say, pray and he'll answer you
I dint that for 19 years, my effort flew

They say everything around you is HIM
Others say no matter how much u try, you wont win

The man who once couldn't make a cart is now taming the wind
Ones who were in the dark now have lights in their hand

Every gen is getting closer and closer to the answer
Some are almost there but they are fewer

HE is cunning to give us this short life
Which is very little as compared to this huge strife

HE knew that we would crack it someday
So he created this so called delay

I know, one fine day with him we'll have our tea time to spend
But oh no, now as he knows my plan the world will end.

Gap of three decades

Why are you always on your phone?
Why are you always online?
Why dont you do some household chore?
Why do you make your face sore?
O for the life of a teenager

Why do you give your friends so much time?
Why do u text when you dine?
Why dont your shoes shine?
Why dont you shave?
O for the life of a teenager

Where did you spend the dime?
Whose that friend you call "divine"?
Why so fast, do you drive?
Why are you always late?
O for the life of a teenager

Why do you keep scanning the channels with the remote?
I think you had a smoke
Try to be moral and not a menace
I trust you but not your age
O for the life of a teenager

DAD, you think a lot about me
This is nothing but difference of age
I think you should give me some space
Come what may, I am ready to face
O for the life of a teenager.....

Virginity-The Mask

Let me start with the Greatest Paradox of all time. Men want to sleep with every gal or women but want their wives as virgins. Virginity the word which people think is associated with the pure, sober and trust worthy. People blindly relate the word Virgin to Virgin Mary. This is the topic I am keen on discussing here. The myths and facts stated below are simply my views and so please dont try to generalise things on this.

Some days ago I received a message, "Virginity is like a balloon, One prick and its gone". I pondered for a while. Thinking whether this message is related to gals or guys. After some simple observations and thinking, we can conclude that it is related to gals. Why is it given so much emphasis in todays world? If a guy loses it then hes considered as a God among friends but when a gal loses it they call them sluts. Why is it that gals have to suffer when the act includes both the sexes.?

People think that if a gal is a virgin she is untouched. In one of the most famous books about life its stated that, "A virgin is a as pure as the rose petals, as clean an the waters from the glaciers and as brittle as glass". I was thinking how come people make such weird hypothesis. The following two lines are for the author. The roses which we get today are all hybrid, the waters are no longer clean and yeah there are even bullet proof glasses. Some men think gals can be judged as virgins by just a mere membrane. They think they are safe as nature dint make them as vulnerable as gals. These are the men who bring shame to the society. I know an incident as a couple got too cozy but still the gal is called a virgin according to the definition of these men. Shocking but true.

There are innumerable ways to regain the tag of being pure in this generation. So no blind hypothesis can be made. There are many gals even today, who leave their true love just for this reason. They dont want to create any ruckus with their future hubbies. Guys, dont you think this is totally unjust? Gals and guys are the only two pillars that hold the society so why give more strength to guys to hold the society and put more load on gals who are already physically weak?

Guys instead of searching things which of no use, trying searching and capturing your gals heart. The love that you will get back would be immense. Once you understand the meaning of this love you will never ever categorise them us pure or impure. And yeah before doubting on any gal please recollect all the guy talks and deeds you did wid your friends. If you do this you will come to know "VIRGINTY IS A MATTER OF HISTORY..."

Cant a guy and gal be just friends…???

“Beta, I saw you with a girl on Andheri station…who was she???”, “Who is the girl wearing red T-shirt in this pic…??”, my mom asked. “She is a school friend mummy”, I replied. Next was a bouncer question. “Why are your hands on her shoulder and is this the same gal who was with you on Andheri station???”. I was shell shocked! I thought for a while then I kept mum because replying to her question means more questions thrown at me.

Is this a big issue??? Going out with some friends of the opposite gender or putting your hand on the shoulder of your pal…I think its completely baseless to even think about such petty issues. But yeah that’s what I think. What about those million parents and elders who keep on tormenting us with such silly questions?? For a change I asked my parents why do they keep asking these questions. Now the reply was a BOUNCER. “This age is not right. You are tempted to do so many bad things.”….I interrupted, “What bad things??? You know I don’t smoke nor do I drink nor will I take in drugs and finally I am not a tapori”…She says, “Beta, you are not getting my point. You get attracted to opposite sex”… “ Well, mom that’s natural, how do you stop it.?? By not meeting your friends of the opposite gender or not talking to them???”…Now comes the common reply to end the conversation…“When you have your own kids only then will you come to know”.

Haha…I started laughing in my mind…a devil’s laugh. How can I have kids if I follow what you say?? Well that’s not a matter of concern here. Why aren’t people thinking in the right way. Why are girls questioned every time they come home late. They are humans too. There can be infinite circumstances to cause a delay but why only one question is asked…”Who was with you?”

I am sick n tired of this mentality. Well I have to admit that we eye many people from the opposite gender, we have crushes, we have hidden feelings and we think about them. But does this mean that if I am out with my best friend (gal) I am doing the same with her. Well I cant even think of perceiving things the way adults perceive it. Well if you see two opposite gender friends talking in the real or virtual world why cant you people think they are good friends. I remember a time when my mom scolded my bro’s friend (gal) for calling late. The next year she tied a rakhi to my bro and things were fine. My mom even allows him to go and visit her place. I was shocked at it. What I could never do was done by a dead piece of thread…!!!

I am still thinking what went wrong. Some times I do think that my pics with my friends are not good. I even stopped showing my pics with my friends to my parents in order to avoid those n number of questions. I wonder what can put an end to these never ending questions , a thought comes to my mind. DRAWING THE LINE…if people learn to do this, they will never be able to think about these foolish issues. So elders please GROW UP…!!!


"Its not the mistake of your eyes, they see what is happening,
But its your mind, that deciphers things in the wrong way"


plz do comment...

Is Religion killing Humanity ???

Human being, the most intelligent living thing on earth. We rule over other living creatures, we have reached the moon, we progressed in every field we stepped into…oh wait..!!! There is something we are yet to make progress in. Yeah, the title says so. Religion, the only barrier between spreading peace, the only aspect which people believe blindly and the way of life for some people. But do you think that religion should be given this high priority??? Well NO..!!! That’s what I am writing here. So please lend me your eyes and mind for two minutes.

Let me start wid GOD. Can anyone explain the concept of God?? No one has even seen God but yet we believe in this concept. Its ok if we believe in it but what is the use of giving such a hypothetical concept different names. Forget about names, but why is it necessary to pray in different forms when we know that the one whom we worship is common to every human being?? People say that if we pray from our heart we get everything…it’s a myth. Actually, when we pray from our heart we are setting a goal in our mind and then we strive to achieve it. People are usually successful in these attempts but finally the credit goes God. He might not even know what is happening in this world. Its even ok if we believe in different Gods but is it necessary criticize people who believe in some other God. People say, “live and let live” but do they actually follow it??? Everyone believes that their Almighty is the mightiest. And the funniest part is, its allowed to get into the other team.

God, because of this idea came the concept of religion. Religion according to the definition is a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, especially when considered as the creation of a supernatural agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs. Humans are foolish to set up different rules for different people. People say blame our ancestors for all these problems but have u every thought if u stop following the concept of religion your kids will have peaceful lives and they wont blame you for war. If our ancestors would have given up their religions there would have been no incidents like the bringing down of Babri Masjid and the riots in Mumbai. Two human beings, nature and persona wise maybe identical but the thing that destroys this similarity is religion. There are even people who don’t shake hands with the people of the different team. They always believe that what they doing is absolutely right according to their so called “holy books”. These holy books were made centuries ago when d population was scarce, so people used to stay happily because the other team was far away. But now the world is becoming a small place so its very difficult for us to manage.

Consider a small example of you and your friend belonging to a different religion. You spent all the time together eating, laughing and enjoying. But when the word praying comes you are the reciprocal of your friend. Every religion is right as long as they promote peace. The holy books never ask you to fight then why is Man creating new rules to ruin himself. Even though we know what we are doing is completely baseless and hypothetical yet the most intelligent living thing on earth is not ready to give up.

We all are so lucky that God at least gave us a chance to come down on the earth and survive. We are missing out the golden opportunity to spread peace and love. Humanity is more important than any other religion because here we live as individuals free to choose the way of life but we are confined to a definite domain by following the concept of religion. Wake up guys and try to overcome this situation by forgetting the concept which has only been successful to spread hatred.
HEAL THE WORLD, MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE,
FOR YOU AND FOR ME AND THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE....!!!

India and Mumbai

“At the stroke of midnight hour
When the whole world sleeps
India will awake to LIFE and FREEDOM”
These are the lines from the speech of our first PM delivered at the Red Fort. Anyone who comes across these lines will surely think that India will progress in leaps and bounds. But the fact is though we tried our level best to come up like a jack in d box, we were never even able to come up as an air bubble in water. Everything I mention below has Bombay in it. But why am I writing here about Bombay when the title says something bout India also??? That’s because I feel that Bombay is the place where you can see the whole of India.
I have never been to any other metropolitan city in India so the facts that I am typing down is solely on the observation I have made in Bombay…oh!!! Its Mumbai now… :-(

Let me start with my daily routine. I wake up early in d morning and peep out of my window. All I can see is empty roads which are full of dust. The visibility is almost zero because of d smog. But still I find people out for morning walks. These people feel that running a few miles would help them a lot but the fact is that by walking on these roads you are killing yourself. But I don’t mind going out of my house that early because there is no traffic to trouble me. Then I go to my wash-basin to brush my teeth, only to find that there is not a single drop of water coming out the tap because of the recently implied water cut. Somehow I finish my chores and get ready to leave for my college only to find that some kid has urinated in my elevator. People don’t care for such petty things because they think that, “bus bees second ka to sawaal hai”.
Its about seven in the morning when I board a bus to d railway station only to find it jam-packed. Thank God that there is no traffic at that time. People in the bus claim that they have no spare time but they do have enough time to sort out the gutkha and then litter the streets. All are multi-tasking you see !!! The staircases of the railway station are d worst. They paint them every year with a silver paint but d very next dat it gets a new coat of d paan and gutkha stains. I finally reach the platform and wait for the train. All the trains that arrive are about 15mins late. We purchase a FC pass jus to run away from d crowd but this delay makes the FC compartment equally crowded. The time taken by any train to reach Mumbai Central from goregaon is about 45 mins(theoretical)…but it usually takes an hour to reach there. Coming out from MC all I can see is d station all littered n beggars on the bridge asking for alms. Then comes the taxi ride. The taxi drivers are never ready to take passengers if d destination is close by. If at all we get a taxi we need to have seat belts because the taxi driver doesn’t know what a signal is.(not only taxi drivers but also every other ppl on wheels).

I after I leave my college d same pattern continues but this time its worst because TROUBLE+TRAFFIC JAMS=NUISANCE. The local trains are so crowded that you cannot even imagine to board it. Let me tell you about the people in the train. In every train there is group who crack jokes, play cards , even sing and dance. People here can get along with strangers very well. They are even ready to distribute sweets in d compartment for any gud news or occation. The crowd in Mumbai constitutes from the poorest of the poorest to d richest in the world dats the reason Mumbai is called the city of dreams.
The middle-class are the best people for a stranger to get along because the poor don’t have any work n d rich hardly care about their work. Its very common to brush against people here. A middle class guy wont even know about you brush past him but d rich give back a pissed off look. Everyone here believe that d city is owned by them but none will do anything for its development. They even pick up quarrel wid you when u advice them not to litter the city. The common dialogue is “Tera baap ka road hai kya??”The only people Indians hate are themselves.

Now something about the festivals. Many festivals are celebrated here. One of the main reasons for soo many public holidays. Celebrating a festival n maintaining the culture is very important but that doesn’t mean that we should trouble others during our festivals. But sadly it happens here. Calling in local bands to play folk music right on the main road is very common. People here believe that the louder you play music the merrier it gets…..bullshit..!!! Your eardrum is almost destroyed even if u pass by these processions.

During Elections every party comes and begs for vote. There are systems like vote for a particular party for monetary benefits. Every politicians say that they’ll help a lot for d development of the city. They are all bullies. None of d politician has said that he will make d city cleaner n safer. Everyone is discussing about water and bigger issues. The issues which had to solved at grassroot level is stretched so far that it later becomes impossible to overcome them. Politicians are busy changing names of different places n promoting regionalism. They fight against people of different religion and create a bias among people. They get all the luxuries they want. Corrupt politicians is a common sight here. Infact every govt. employee is corrupted. It takes about six months for the police to file chargesheet. It takes years to solve an open and shut case. People like me are all sad about this because we are helpless. A wise human being can never survive among these people.
There many more things to type but I end it here. D positive side about Mumbai and India will be posted later.

Value of love.

LOVE is like an ocean
Disliking it is a wrong notion

LOVE is like a wish granting tree
It will never let you go free

LOVE is like a test
You have to prove that you are the best

LOVE is like cottage cheese
Once you are in it life is at ease

LOVE is like a big house
Do your best to satisfy your spouse

LOVE is a strife
So think twice before selecting your wife

LOVE is a prize
So………never forget me in your life.

COMMUNICATION SKILL LECT

Since the last 2 hrs hes eating my head

doesn't even care whether m alive or dead



hes busy wid all this crap

sometimes a lady or even a chap



"Students pay heed to wat i say"

Shut the fuck up and get lost-we say



Dont u have sm other work old man?

troubling a lil brain or even a clan



how many ever curses u get

u'll still be present d very next day,i bet



folks, i dunno how long will this continue

but its gonna be ur children or even u..!!

Gizmo War

Once in the house of Mr. Techno
There was a great war between his gizmos
Sony tried to defeat moserbaer
But the result of this quarrel was nowhere
Then came Mr. Logitech with his mouse
This led to the wreakage of house
Imation tried to lock the house with his keys
But I-Key again set everyone free
Mr. Samsung tried to throw light at this war
Seagate closed his gate at this war
Mr. Mercury was the brave commander
Who fell prey to the wires of Sidewinder
The war ended when there was a powercut
But Mr. Techno’s house turned into a ruined hut
Mr. Techno was cunning to record these moments on his JVC
And finally burned it on his DVD
Using his powerful Intel Inside PC

Mumbai Meri Jaan

The place where work is worship
Where there’s no time to give work a slip
Where people come from all around the world
To earn some money or make some gold
Where bomb blasts and terrorism fails to conquer
Where the spirit of the people never falters
Where malpractices and corruption are always on the paper
Where there are less buyers and more takers
Where there is more garbage on roads than in bins
Where people don’t have time for their kin
Where poor live in huts and look thin
Where money is the only key to survive
Where weak and beggers are left to die
Where life is a ocean and people are ready to dive
Where Bad and selfish are more than Good men
Where there are leopard on streets than in dens
Where roads are full of potholes
Where trains are crowded and men hang on poles
Where pure air is a matter of history
Where teens are not as interested in books as in chemistry
Where lovers try to find a place of privacy
Where political parties try to show their supremacy
Where the city looks like a swimming pool in monsoon
Where mothers ask their children to come home soon
Where TV serials are given more time
Where exercise and workout occurs only once a while
Where wealth is the sole moto of life
Where men find less time for their wife
Where children are addicts to internet
Where there is more clay than prey in the fishing nets
Where afforestation is inversely proportional to growth in population
Where there less people in homes than in railway stations
Where people are very much dependent on BEST
Where the working class dont have time to rest
Where life is a test and you have to prove your best
This is the Indian city to the west
Which people call Mumbai – The MIGHTIEST


-Nishith