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Saturday, September 27, 2008

DELHI...^direct...DIL SE!!!





Delhi dreams,
Delhi desires,
Delhi dares,
Delhi does backfire!

Delhi welcomes,
Delhi kicks out,
Delhi hides behind veils,
Delhi freely pouts.

Delhi makes people smile,
Delhi hurts…breaks ‘em when,
Delhi defies,,, beyond rules,
All scores…Delhi sets even.

Delhi dramatizes,
Delhi exaggerates,
But living the Delhi dream…
Is a dream- to see… you just can’t wait!

MOOD--- aha… as vibrant as Delhi!
DATE--- 26/9/08… Friday… 12:45 am.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

BHAIYYA.....JO USNE KAHA!!!...dilli de mundoen da dard!




Chinku choupsey chaupal hota tha apna regular masti spot,
Kal tak bass yaar….. Now it’s not,
Poora gang shaam bhar karta that khali time kill,
Faltu fights, befaltu bakwaas; Chinku bechara… we never ever paid his bill!
.
But phir entered Chinki… his pyari behna,
Hai Ram! Kya bataun… Hazaar times sundar than any gehna,
Aankh ladi, baat badi… aur badi bekaraari,
Chhoti- chhoti eyes uski… oye-hoye… nutkhat nain kataari!
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For the next ten days… badmaashi band saari,
No awaaragardi… had to impress my dil ki Rajkumari,
Khaana serve karti who… with her soft-soft hatheli,
Uske hands ki line- lakeerein… predicted what… remained a paheli!
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Garje badal, kadki bijli… kal ho rahi thi jhamaajham baarish,
I thought SRK was right… who thi poori kayanaat ki saazish,
Phisal ke, like a bheegi billi, aa giri in my arms,
Halki si pankhudi jaise… I, obviously, had no qualms!
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Mujhe laga… beta, ab to hoga… fultoo chaiyaan- chaiyaan,
Tabhi muskura ke who boli, “Thank you… Thank you, BHAIYYA!!!”
Dhhhhammm… se toot giri… mere armaanoen ki deewar,
Had to suffer… Safar se pehle hi, puncture ho gayi meri car!
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Hansraj hans ki tarah… dil tote- tote ho gaya,
Like Aish… Abhishek mila nahin, Sallu pehle kho diya,
Fitte munh! Chaupsey @ choupsey… kuch nahin hai bass ka,
Aansuoen ka paani kahan bharoon… toot gaya jo dil ka matka!
.
Now to I can only build… a big pahaad rye ka,
What else???jab tadka lagane waali… khud hi ban gayi Taadka!
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Ab samjha hun dard main broken dil- wala,
Of every TAILOR, AUTO- and CYCLE- RICKSHAW WALA!
CONDUCTOR, DRIVER, aur beche jo subji- tarkaari,
Aur woh COOLIE… jo uthaaye tumhara saamaan bhaari- bhaari!
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Woh KABAADI, RADDIWALA, and woh DUKAANDAAR,
Woh SAFAAIWALA, aur woh chaukanna CHAUKIDAAR,
Woh MAZDOOR, woh MAALI,
And woh JEEJA of his saali!
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Mujhe bass ek ne bulaaya ‘waise’…
Sochke hi meri weak- si rooh kaamp jati hai,
Zara socho kya guzarti hai unpe… ae, zaalim,
Jinhe har ladki… “BHAIYYA” bula jaati hai!!!

MOOD--- Reality bytes, ha?
DATE--- 15/8/08… Friday… 2:40 am.



Choices........

“Its not the chance we take, but the choice we make that determine our destiny. Choose Carefully.”

It’s starting all over again.

I am afraid that it is starting all over again.
You know, the stupid silly Hi's... the good nights and the good mornings...
The un-ending, time-flying conversations...
The caring and sharing...
I am afraid it is starting all over again.

Usually, life gives us choices. I firmly believe that one almost always have a choice. Sometimes it is a limited choice, still we have a choice. Mostly, we make these choices consciously, sometimes unconsciously but we do make them—almost every day. Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we have a choice. It's the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what's right.

I am trying to make a choice—make it consciously. I wonder how to resist. I wonder if I should resist. Should we resist when life presents us an opportunity which could turn out either good or bad? I have never been afraid of risks. But at the same time I am not very comfortable with putting others at risk with me.

But, what do you do? What do you do when someone so adorable wants to hold your finger and walk a mile with you? What do you do when they trust you to lead the way? What do you do when they look up to you? Respect you for who you are?

There are cute people in your life that would stick with you for the rest of time if you let them. You take it a step further and they will love you for they think you are awesome. But the question is: Do you want to do that? Would you not feel selfish?

Do you want to show them the dark hole of your personality? Are you ready to expose the scars you have been carefully hiding for ages and ages now? Is it time yet? Is it time to trust?

My scars, the scars I carry are still fresh. Healing process is a slow one I suppose. I am afraid that the wounds will open. When is it time to trust someone with our scars? When the scars are totally healed or when they are healing?

I am afraid I will be happy again. I am afraid to feel the pain. Please don’t touch my scars, I say.

I am afraid I am falling for the sweet surrender.
I am afraid it is starting all over again.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008



DELHI - THE DADDY OF THE METROS


‘Delhi’ –as I hear,
My mind gets clear,
I feel no fear,
And what comes near,
Is the spirit of Delhi,
Which I believe really,
Is rare to find around,
From sky to the ground,
Where the youth rules,
By breaking all rules,
Where schools are to study,
But also to make buddies,
Where we see people hopping,
Crazily, just for shopping,
Where traffic jams end nowhere,
No corner of the city is spared,
Where DU rocks,
That’s where all the students flock,
Where all cultures blend,
Celebrations see no end,
Where elders are respected,
They’re thanked for what they’ve invested,
Where fashions hubs are born,
Pubs are 24x7 on,
Where music binds all souls,
Where Bollywood frenzy scores,
Where the country’s leaders live,
Debates go on where the Parliament is,
India Gate, the nation’s pride,
Sees candle-marches from people’s side,
The Supreme Court’s verdict’s as sharp as a nail,
The criminals crowd in the central jail,
Barista’s cappuccino or Chandni Chowk’s chaat,
Here’s what you get everything fast.
At 2˚, only Delhiites have ice-cream,
Enjoying life like them is everyone’s dream.
IGI Airport or the close by Metro Station,
Traveling here knows no limitations,
Where nothing is static,
Trends change before seasons,
To say ‘I LOVE DELHI’,
Do I need any more reasons???




MOOD – Cool - rap – like – description.
DATE – 23/01/07… Tuesday… 11:50p.m.











En route my dreams, I’m caught in a dead end,
Thinking how to describe a forever-to-stay trend.
Quite hot among the masses, but too dear to all ages of womenfolk,
Sweetie, the craze is RETAIL THERAPY… in which the whole world’s soaked!

Sophisticated madames to the bratty tomboy,
A sure shot chill-pill, never does it annoy.
From dumb bimbettes to trendsetters- not interested in copying,
Everyone’s favourite time pass, for sure, is SHOPPING!!!

Sounds weird thoda-thoda, but it’s a cool way to unwind,
Of course, if you do ensure, you’ve got a paying hand behind.
Khaali kardo A.T.M. machine, crush all credit limits under your feet,
Set your focus to raid all malls, all streets!!!

Shop, till you drop…in all showrooms elite,
Jab tak pay karne wala naa le apna sar peet.
Not getting fab stuff ?..to window shopping se bharo dil,
Bargaining se thak jaayo, to discounts se apni kitty karo fill !!!

Planning to buy one dress,,, then try at least a dozen,
Concentrate baby…you surely don’t wanna imitate your distant cousin.
Getting all eyes on you, isn’t that difficult a test,
Par lena something hat-ke, to be a cut above the rest!!!

Shopping’s just unavoidable…be it for a demure model, or a tough cop,
Try finding an alternative,,, all your ideas gonna go flop.
And the last rationale why gals ek shop se doosri pe karti hop,,,is not just dear,,,to udaao your money,
Ghoom-ghoomkar ho jayein hum FIT- bottom to top,,,
Ab bolo…hai naa ye, FULL PAISA-VASOOL, honey ???


MOOD--- Reasoning out…!
DATE--- 8/3/08…Saturday…10:45 pm.