Saturday, 29 September 2012

Who Writes Quotes and Saying?

I often wonder that who writes quotes and sayings and the reason behind my wonder precisely is that in this fast running world who are those lucky people who got time to give Gyan to others.

Arey bhai!!! "Yahan to khud ka hosh nahi dusro ko Gyan de to de kaise".

Though. In this facebook and twitter era we got so many around us who are doing this job pretty well.

Well I don’t want to waste your time as well as mine so let’s come to the point straight away.

I see this above written quote everyday on facebook. Sometimes girls with broken heart or sometimes boys with broken dreams post this on their wall on facebook.

Reading this I wonder about three things.

(1)   What he does when no rain.
(2)   Doesn’t he have a personal room where he can cry without caching by other eyes?
(3)    And most importantly why does he cry?

Ok Now read this one. 

On this I have just one thing to say “

Arey DADA! If you really love her or love him whatever it is, then why you need to pretend that you don’t. Just go and tell her that you really love her so much.
It’s so simple. Isn’t it?

Reading this I was literally laughing.

Look! You know Na! In what context someone would have written this.
 Obviously in the context of love

If she is breaking up with you then why would she prefer someone like you again in future? Obviously she would search someone exactly opposite of you.

Ak Galti Koi bar bar thodi karta hai.

And in the typical style of Mr. Bhide of “Tarak Mehta ka ulta chasma”

Hamare zamane main…

Love was something different. In that period, people like us who have no work other than to criticize good things used to seem speechless in front of pure and pious love.

Wait I got one proof. Read this one and if you have balls then please do try to criticize this.

Reading this I was speechless.
Rab Rakhha !!!

Friday, 21 September 2012

Munna Jara Sunna

Dear Me,

Unfolding this letter you must be expecting first line something like “I Hope you are doing fine there and all that” and reading this you must be shocked that why I didn’t write those lovely words of care in the beginning. Don’t I care about you?
Stop grinning. I hate the way you smile. Your front two teeth make you look like a rabbit. 
Yeah!!! Now you look good.
Hey buddy listen now as you’ve become older. At times you should behave like a man. And the reason behind the missing of those words is that I know that a person like you can never be sad. You know the art to paint this life colorful.
Oh!!! My god!!! Again White t-shirt!
Don’t you have any other color to wear or do you still think that “No matter what black job a man does but his collar should always be white”. Don’t you remember what shivani had said you once? “All color suits on you. You look good in blue also. You should try out other colors too.”

Hey!!! Shivani remembers me your long list of girlfriends. Do you still Loves to make that list long or now you’ve got one who is able to put a full stop finally.

Yeah!!! Yeah!!! I know now you want me stop saying all this rubbish. You are looking for something serious. Aren’t you? I know you love to hear straight forward words. So read me carefully.

I hate when you booze a lot.
I hate when your anger ruins your own created plot.

I hate when your whiskey talks.
I hate your alcoholic walks.  

I hate when you shout at her.
I hate when you slap her.

I hate when you ditch angels
I hate when you evade their pain teary eyes channels

I hate the way you think at times.
I hate the way negativity runs in your spine.

I hate when you behave immature
I hate when you pollute the pure.

I hate when you broke rules
I hate your fighting tools

 I got thousands things to hate in you and just one to love. I’ll tell you the last thing in the last.
But for now Mr. Me “where was I?
No!!! No!!! Before that. Yeah!!! On hate.

You know the time has come when you should start improving yourself. Now you need to improve yourself for your life partner especially for the other half part of your soul. You know sitting somewhere she is knitting dreams of you. Just ask yourself, can any girl spend her life with a person like you? No girl can.  

With each passing day your attitude your habits is running you. You know yourself better than me. Just look at you, just look at your heart. What are you up to?   

Please do something and take right steps so next time when I write to you I got some lines to describing what I love in you.

And I’m sure a day will certainly come when I’ll be able to write you the words of praise. Promise me that you will improve yourself. And I don’t want to hear that you will try your level best and so on. I heard this somewhere and today when my heart is talking I want you to tie my words with your breaths.
“Losers try their level best and die. Winners fight hard and go home with the victory queens.”

And yeah!!! The last thing that I love in you is “you. And this is the only reason I’ve been giving you thousand of second chances for 22 years.
You know Mr. Me “there is always one person in our life to whom we give numerous second chances, reason is that, we don’t hate him as much as we love him.”

In my life you are that person. You are the one on whom I can bet my whole life earnings. You are the gambler of gamblers. No one can beat you. You have all cards in your hands. The only thing you need to learn is “uses of those cards”.

And yeah!!! Before putting the pen down I want to tell you one most important thing. You remember in you’re third year you’d written a rap. I love two lines of that song.

Before and after me is a list of losers!!!
Koi kar ni sakta muqabla mera!!!

This post is part of the contest A letter to yourself.. on

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Both of me!!! Part-2

So! Where was I?
Yeah!!! on Ravi bhai!!!

Enjoying our makai and amrud (corn and Peru) we all started our bikes to move back. At Pharma bazaar ravi bhai again swtiched on the same channel and started talking about those girls and were saying “kab call karegi wo. karegi bhi ya nahi’ it was something like Patrkar popat lal of tarak Mehta ka ulta chasma. Meri shadi hogi bhi ya nahi,,hehe…

He was on his bike and we all were standing near to him suddenly he saw something.
“Wo ja rahi hai wo dono”
Me and usman bhai gaped at the end of that road and we got to see nothing. Ravi bhai said ‘betho (sit on the bike. I’m sure that they are the same girls ‘meri najre dhoka nahi kha sakti” and all that.)

In no moments we were on our bikes again and were following them. We broke each and every rule (crossed red light, shouted on traffic hawaldar) and finally trapped those girls back.
Well!!! You can say that it was an accident that we saw those girls twice in a day in the city like Udaipur (population more that 6 lac). Though for ravi bhai it was a miracle. Exactly like majnu says in Welcome,,, Miracle- miracle…

This time they were in front and we were following them. Two minutes later they made their scooty halted at purohit café. We all were standing outside the café and were thinking about “what to do now, kind of things.

Finally ravi bhai said “we should leave our visiting card in her scooty if she wants to talk she’ll call). My first expression was ‘no, it’s not a good idea. What they would think about us” We are not “sadak chap lofar” or we don’t come from those who often tease girls.

Though at last getting no other clue I agreed and said.
“Karo jo karma hai but fast.”  

And he did exactly what he wanted to do. He leaved his visiting card in their front dickey.  And after this we all came back to Pharma bazaar. Around four in the evening I bagged for a leave and leaving them got back to my home.

At six my cell phone sang ‘hey Manmani manmani manmani Re. I received the call. Ravi bhai was on the other side said “Where are you? She called and her name is Monika. I can’t tell you everything on the phone so please come here.

At seven I went there and he started painting that picture again. Me and usman bhai were standing near his bike and he started telling everything putting his hand on his moustache.

 “At half pass five my cell flashed. I picked up the call and a female voice came from the other side.

Hi!!! This is Monika, You left your card in my scooty that’s why I am calling you. Say what you want to say. Why you left your card in my scooty?

Now the all beauty of that day and the lol mode conversation started taking its place. That stranger girl was from Delhi and too good to speak English. She said all these base lines in a few seconds and our simple and cute protagonist Ravi bhai comes from a small city Udaipur. His English is good but in front a delhi or Mumbai girl..haha..

Her next line was “first tell me, who are you, rahul or ravi? (As I said earlier he uses rahul just in front of stranger girl otherwise everywhere including his visiting card his name is Ravi).

In hurry he replied (according to him he said this)
“Both of me”
Actually he wanted to say “dono main hi hu”

When usman bhai and I heard this we started laughing out madly. Pressing my stomach I was repeating “both of me,,both of me).

When we’d through with all these he started narrating that conversation further.

“First tell me who you were among those three”. She asked. (Without minding his previous and newly created line in English).

He replied (still sitting on cloud nine) the one who were riding the bike.

OH MY GOD,,, NOT AT ALL… I WANT YOU TO NOT CALL ON THIS NO. AGAIN!!!  Saying this rude line she cut the line down.

Ravi bhai were smiling telling this conversation and a song were echoing in my ears…
“Dil ke arma aansuo m beh gaye,,,hum wafa kare bhi….

My takeaway is that without help life is nothing, on every mile you need someone to show you the correct way, to hold you before you fall and to praise your previous journey so next time whenever you see anyone bothering about his right way, please try to help him out. And do try to help him out without thinking about what you will get back. This is life and this is the actual voyage, you can never complete this without the help of strangers.   

Both of Me !!!

Two days back I laughed a lot and today I want you to laugh too on the very thing on which I laughed. Before I come to the point I just want to know ‘have you seen "Hera-Feri” you must have and do remember our all time favorite character babu bhai again your answer would certainly be “Yes”.

On Saturday afternoon we all “Jigri ( Partners for life, we drink together, we laugh together, we cry together, we live together and for sure one day we all will die together)” were hanging out at pharma bazaar and suddenly someone said “let’s go to have look of overflowing Lake Fateh sagar and everyone agreed except Tipu bhaiya. He tilted his neck making funny though with some typical serious expressions said “Kya karenge pani dekh ke”. But due to our combined force we made him sit on the bike and started our one of the most wonderful and a loll voyage.  

Tipu bhaiya and narendra bhaiya (everyone in my group is elder than me so I’ll have to use this bhaiya word every time, ‘after all respect matters a lot’) were on another bike and usman bhai, ravi bhai ( the originator of this unique phrase “both of me”) and me were on another.

Narendra bhaiya rides too fast so he was out of the picture with tipu bhaiya and we (Ravi bhai, usman bhai and me were heading towards our destination in a snail mode.

Just after a km we saw two girls moving helplessly on their scooty. Ravi bhai showed them his typical style of bike riding (Cut bazi and all that) and rode our bike ahead leaving them behind.
Few more seconds and I saw same two girls chasing us on their scooty waving their hand.
“Excuse me ‘suno’ suno please”.
 Seeing them chasing us I was shocked and said Ravi bhai to ride fast. And the reason behind my worry was the latest incident that took place in allahbad. I was thinking that now they would come and set our bike on fire, hehe.

In some seconds they came near our bike and asked me “Do you know where is madhuban”. First I took a deep breath and then replied.
Do one thing turn your scooty around and go back. You left madhuban area behind. (saying this I turned my face around and started my chit chat again with usman bhai)

Though ravi bhai was not yet ready to leave those girls alone and turned our bike back saying ( bichari ladkiyo ki madad kar dete hai). Hearing this me and usman bhai were thinking ( ladkiyo ki to waat lag gayi ab).

On next turn ravi bhai trapped them again and said. (Follow us, we will show you the way). I must say that that day was the unluckiest day of those girls’s life otherwise they would never have asked us the way).

So we were in front and girls were following us. Every now and then ravi bhai was asking me “mickey wo piche aa to rahi hai na beta” and I was replying looking back “haan haan aa rahi hai (yeah they are coming).

At madhuban we stooped our bike girls came and halted their scooty beside ours. That was the first time the girl who was riding that scooty unwrapped her face from her scarf and showed her face to me and usman bhai and her beautiful, pretty, cute, appealing, nice, face to ravi bhai. ( actually among three of us ravi bhai was the only person who likes her. hehe)

Now the girl sitting behind showed a visiting card and asked ‘where this clinic is situated’? Grabbing that card from her hand I looked at the address. The address was not complete so we were not sure about the location though just because in ravi bhaiya’s pressure me and usman bhai kept our mouth sealed and forwarded it to ravi bhai.

First he tried to show them the way from there only using his hands and gestures though seeing their innocent face finally he said “follow us again”. And again our the so called samaj seva began.

Two blocks ahead we all were again halted as now we had no clue where that clinic is situated. By then ravi bhai had begun his marketing job and started telling those girls that he is a territory manager in a pharma MNC house and he knew everything about this Market and all that. Usman bhai and me were smiling and thinking what would happen if he would ask them for coffee and all that dating stuff.

At last I took that card and dialed the no. of that clinic and asked the operator what’s the exact location of their clinic and with his guidance we showed them the clinic.
Now we were on our way to the lake fateh sagar. Reaching there ravi bhai was on cloud nine and wo kehte hai na “dil ke television pe ak hi channel chalna” his condition was exactly like that. He was cursing usman bhai and me that because of us he couldn't take her mobile no.
Seeing him so desperate I said, “Ravi bhai there is one more way to get their no.” Twinkling his eyes he asked “what”.
I said “look 'I dialed that clinic’s no. with my cell so we got that clinic’s no. now if you want to talk to them again just call on that very no. and tell the operator to forward this call to the girl sitting in front of him in the lobby.

Hearing this unique idea he said 'Yuppie hurree give me that no.'
He called and said exactly what I suggest him. The girl came on the line and the conversation started.

Hallo, this is rahul (ravi bhai is a big fan of shahrukh khan so every time when he talks with any stranger girl he tells her that his name is rahul.)
I am the very guy who showed you the way to this clinic. I hope you remember me.
The girl replied yeah say what you want to say.
Ravi bhai “As I told you I am in pharma field so if you need any further help take my no. and call me and started reciting his cell no.
Girl wrote his no. on a paper ( according to her on that time she didn’t have a cell phone with her and her Sister or friend was in the doctor’s chamber )
At last ravi bhai cut the line down with heavy heart.

____________________________________-- To be continued..

To complete this short one-sided funny love story I’ll need to write 1000 more words. I will post the next and the final part of this story in the evening. I bet that would certainly be a laughing out loud part.  

Thursday, 13 September 2012

O! Papad wale panga ne le !!!

I love daughters and I think that is the very reason we have so many in our family. Maurvi and honey these two lill angels are enough to make anyone’s life hell. I am telling you some of their most interesting talks and demands today.

Main Gori Chori hu Gopala !!! Tune tirchi najariya se kyu mara !!! 

                                                                               ( Holi Celebration)

I think these pictures are enough to tell you everything about maurvi my cousin sister’s daughter. 

                                                                           Honey: - 

Honey is 2 or two and half years old princess. She is the daughter of our tenants and one of the most notorious child of our colony. I remember very well when she was too young to pronounce any thing clearly she used to pronounce my name “makki”. Everyone taught her many times that it’s not makki its ‘Mickey’ though in her early days she never pronounced it right.

Her mamma’s nick name is Gudia and she thought that her mamma’s name is gudia only. So whenever anyone asks her about her parent's name she used to reply him.

My mamma’s name is Gudia.
And what’s your father’s name?
Putting her finger on her chick and with two clicks she used to reply.
After long teaching sessions now she’s been able to tell her father’s name accurately though we all miss her “Gudda” word badly.

Few days back she demanded a bicycle and we said ‘OK”. We will get one for you in the evening.
When we asked her that what color's bicycle you want?
She told us her two favorite colors one is blue and second one is pink. Her next demand was "I want two bicycle one in blue and another one in pink."
In her cute voice she said something like this.
Mujhe dono color chahiye. Ak pair blue pe rakhungi ak pink pe.

We are not expecting this bizarre demand though to convince her Bhabhi said OK. In evening you will get what you want.
Next morning when I saw her new bicycle I was shocked and the reason was that  her Bicycle was actually in two colors major one was blue and Barbie stickers was of pink. Even the paddles of her bicycle were in both colors.

And as that quote says "A son is son till he gets him a wife but a daughter is a daughter all her life. Whenever i think about those who kill daughters I feel a killing sensation in my nerves. Bloody ********.

मैं लादेन मेरी जीएफ अमेरिका सी !!!

मैं अल-कायदा सा जब दहाड़ता हूँ |
वो अमेरिका बन जाती है ||
मैं फरार होने की कोशिश करता हूँ |
वो पीछे ही पड़ जाती है ||

मैं प्लेन सी तेजी लिए जब उसके घर में घुसता हूँ |
वो उलटे पावं मुझे भगाती है ||
मैं उसकी आँखों में झांकता हूँ |
वो दफा हो कह कर सो जाती है ||

मैं सीधा सा लादेन मेरे गावं का |
वो सूटेड बूटेड बुश सा रोब जमाती है ||
मैं एक एके-47 दिखाता हूँ |
वो मुझ पर टेंक ले के चढ जाती है |

मैं ब-मुश्किल एक तेल का कुंवा बचाता हूँ |
वो दूसरे में बत्ती लगा जाती है ||
मैं एक वीडियो जारी करता हूँ |
वो 3 घंटे की पूरी मूवी दिखाती है ||

मैं बचने के लिए जाऊँ तोरा-बोरा या सिंध |
वो मेरे पीछे हर पल नजरों के जासूस दोडाती है ||
मैं रखू एक ओर देसी GF एक्स्ट्रा |
वो उसी वक्त किसी फिरंगी को पटाती है ||

मिग से नैन उसके, शब्दों से गोलियां चलाती है |
लबों की लिपस्टिक मुझे केमिकल वेपन की याद दिलाती है ||
मैं बनूँ लादेन दुनिया चाहे डरे मुझसे |
              अमरीका सी GF के सामने मेरी भी बत्ती गुल हो जाती है ||

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती !!!

कोई दे दिल पे दस्तक तो भीतर आने दो उसे |

क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

दो चार हो नजरें किसी से कहीं तो कह दो उसे |
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

कोई चीखे चिल्लाये व्यर्थ ही तुम पर पकड़ लो गिरेबा |
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

गिरे कोई बुढा बाबा राह में तो संभालो उसे |
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

तड़पे देश गर गलत हाथो में तो छीन लो उसे |
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

रखो आवाज बुलंद बाजुओ में जोर
हो जाओ देश के, मोड़ लो सभी को अपनी ओर
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

करो विरोध हर गलत चीज़ का, हो जाओ सही की ओर
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

ये शक्ति ये सामर्थ्य ये विधा ये मेधा
ये जिगर ये जोश ये समपर्ण ये करुना
ये आशिकी ये दिललगी ये हट ये उलझन
फिर नहीं दिखेगी
क्योंकी जवानी दुबारा नहीं मिलती ||

This is for You !!!

Yesterday it was raining heavily, drenching toe to head she came just to meet me after all weather was in our favor. My silly gf, if you want to know ‘why am I calling her silly’? You should read ‘You know, Aaj duggu kho gaya tha” post.

Well, leave it for now, I was telling you yesterday’s happenings. Seeing her filled with enthusiastic romance I request her to sing something. She is very good in folk genre. After hundreds of requests at last she sang.

An old folk tale of Punjab and Rajasthan region was her choice. I am also a big fan of folk music so I cheerfully agreed. In that song a girl goes to fill her clay pail to some river or pond. Over there she requests her beloved to help her out in that. 

                                                                         (Image courtesy-Google)
So here I am writing the English translation of that typical folk number.

                                    Love itself is strange and its doings even stranger
Those who it pursues are left worthless
In this love, you can’t even say anything
You can neither shout nor can you stay quiet

Oh! I whirl and I twirl as I fill water in this clay pail

Oh! I whirl and I twirl as I fill water in this clay pail
Help me pick up the clay pail and place it on my head
I can’t lift it alone, my beloved

Oh! I whirl and I twirl as I fill water in this clay pail

While I was feeling water in my clay pail my necklace fell off
I dedicate to you, this blossoming youth
Don’t waste it
Please don’t waste this blossoming youth

Oh! I whirl and I twirl as I fill water in this clay pail

While I was feeling water in my clay pail
My pendant fell off from my forehead
In the book of my heart your name is written
Whichever page you turn to open

Oh! I whirl and I twirl as I fill water in this clay pail

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

मै इश्क हूँ !!!

मैं इश्क हूँ |
स्वयं निखरता हूँ | स्वयं संवरता हूँ |
जो अपना बना ले मुझे
मैं उस पर बरसता हूँ ||

मैं इश्क हूँ |
निगाहों में झलकता हूँ | लबों से छलकता हूँ |
जो तरसे मेरे लिए दिल से
मैं उस पर बरसता हूँ ||

मैं इश्क हूँ |
चाहे भी ना मिलु | बिन चाहे भी मिल जाऊँ |
कोई जो छिटके मुझसे दूर
मैं उसी के पीछे हो जाऊँ ||

मैं इश्क हूँ |
हया के गहनों से सझता हूँ | मासूमियत में बसता हूँ |
जो ओढे घूँघट लाज का
मैं उसकी हर अदा में बसता हूँ ||

जिसने की कोशिश मुझे पाने की मैं उसका कभी ना हुआ
जिसने कुछ ना किया मैं उसी का होके रह गया
भटको ना व्यर्थ मेरे लिए यहाँ वहाँ
वक़्त आने पर में स्वयं दूँगा दस्तक जहाँ तहां ||

मैं इश्क हूँ |
मैं सिर्फ तुम्हारा हूँ
अपना लो सच्चे दिल से मुझे
मैं ही इस समुन्द्र में तुम्हारा किनारा हूँ ||

Saturday, 8 September 2012

You Know...Aaj Duggu kho Gaya Tha !!!

You know… Aaj duggu kho gya tha !!!

Hearing the above written line I was shocked and was thinking ‘Duggu’ who is duggu? On the other side she was about to cry. Well!!! Her shaken voice were clearly made me think that now she would cry, now she would cry and finally she cried.
Before she would have said anything else or would have added any further comment in her report I'd cut the line down. Few minutes later I found myself pressing the self start button of my scooty in a half drenched condition (it’s been two days pious water of lord Indra drenching my mother land). But leave the weather condition of Udaipur cuz right now I’m not in a mood to write on nature today I’m in full swing to write my silly gf’s inanity.
                                                                                  (image courtesy Google)

So where was I? Yeah scooty. So I was trying hard to start my scooty so that I could go out to find her so called lost duggu. In hurry I didn’t even bother about my cell and rushed out so I got no way to call her back and ask anything about duggu. I mean how he looks like or more is that a pet or a human.

I didn’t have any clue and launched a search operation of duggu. Drenching in heavy rain I measured five km, asked too many people including the paan wala, sabji wala and etc. etc. wala that have they seen any duggu roaming helplessly here and there.

Getting no answer I thought ‘I should better get back home’ so I came back and made her a call. After two or three rings she picked up the call.

Gudia Maine sab jagah dekha but koi answer nahi mila. (I searched everywhere but no one knows anything about duggu.

What? Searched. Have you gone mad or what? Before she would have said anything further I’d crossed her line saying “first tell me duggu mila ki nahi”.

And the long awaited answer came "Duggu to mil gaya na,, dadda ji usko bhool aaye the, wo police station main mil gaya". This time I felt that she is giggling.

Before this I had to think only about duggu but now a new character came into the picture “dadda ji”. I asked her. First tell me who is duggu and dadda ji?

Duggu akshra and naitik’s son. She replied taking a deep breath.

Again I was trapped in the same situation now two more new characters had come into the picture Akshra and naitik. I was thinking ‘now who the hell is akshra and naitik.This time I was about to cry or you can say I was about to jump down from my balcony though guessing my situation she replied.

"These are the frictional characters of a TV serial and duggu is a two years old baby". She said and started laughing. 
Two minutes later I was hanging up my raincoat and was smiling on the stupidity I had done recently. The way she informed me about duggu’s missing, I missed out the magic word in her sentence “tha”.
I’m sure that you are laughing on my stupidity so why not to talk about something serious. 
A countless number of children go missing every year. Every hour, 11 children go missing in the country. There are many categories in these missing children reports Kidnapped children, trafficked children, lost children and many more to write. 
Two days back I was talking to an American NGO worker (they were launching a new program on this very issue) and she told me the reality or the inside story of girl and child trafficking. Hearing her I was astonished and was thinking, ‘where do these children go? 

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And finally find out the answer, the final destinations of these children are brothels or forced labor mafia. If any child is lucky enough to not get into mafia’s hands then he could get the chance of beggary on traffic signals.

And here I’m not talking about Varanasi or kamatipura or gb road’s brothel here I’m talking about brothels of bangkok and pataya. The situation is really getting worse with each passing day.

Here we bother about coal scams; we have so much time to revise our useless reservation policies, we have time and mood to talk about everything but we don’t have time to make our policies efficient towards these major social issues.  

Every child is not as lucky as duggu. Every child’s parents are not like akshara and naitik. Every child doesn’t go in the hands of an honest man. I won’t write what we can do or what we should do Cuz everyone knows his responsibility.

Though I would say next time whenever you hear anything about any missing children please try to do something or at least raise your voice against child trafficking.

     A heavy rain or floods
Doesn’t have that much guts
To stop human efforts

If we come on our will
We can amalgam
The sky and earth  

If we come on our will
We can break stars
Standing on earth.

 If we come on our will
We can turn around
The flooding floods

Gudia you know after 50 years when I would be powerless and old even on that time if you would call me to inform something like this I would certainly standup and raise my voice against these anti-social elements.

A day will certainly come when no child will cry and no daughter will find herself cooped in brothels. A day will come when our united voice will certainly change this scenario.

And yeah on the stupidity I’d done.

Is ishq wich yaaro kuch kiya v ni janda.
Rola paya v ni janda.
Chup riya v ni janda.

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Where To Park ???

Udaipur got everything but parking space. And the title of this article is not actually a title it’s my girlfriend’s often ask question.

Every time when we plan for a long long bike ride or to go to a place where we get some privacy, she got panicked about “where to park her activa”? Here I am talking about that kind of scenes, my fingers in her hairs, and her head on my shoulder etc. etc.

If you are thinking that we have thousands of places in Udaipur where she can park, then I should clarify one thing in the beginning. Whenever I suggest her any place her next worry would be…

"Papa dekh lenge"

Hearing this I often buzz “is your father an anteryami”? But really my girlfriend’s father is an anteryami kind of person. I remember very well, one year back we were on the way of nandeshwer ji and what.

We were caught red handed. Her Dad didn’t say anything on that time but when she reached home she had to listen a big lesson on sanskars. Next day when I met her she told me that her father had seen her scooty parked near mallatalai circle and that very reason led him towards nandeshwar ji.  

But after that incident we both used our brain cells at their level best and find out some unique places to not face similar hitch again.

If you too have any girlfriend then I bet you also face this problem everyday. So here I am telling you our find outs’.

Make her park her scooty in any mall’s parking: - Now we got some awesome malls with huge parking area then why not to use that to hide out your girlfriend’s tiny scooty.
And if you say your gf’s family have much greater anteryami member than mine one. Then I must say “in any worst case if anyone sees her scooty then also she could make too many reasons to fool them around like I went inside for shopping, for movie or for anything with my friends.

Park in any residential complex’s parking: - I love these unvoiced darken basements. Most of the complexes in Udaipur have no security available so no one bother about whose vehicle is this or who parked over here kind of things. Especially it will provide least chance of getting caught. 

Park at any beauty parlor or in any crowded market area: - Well!!! I personally prefer this one often. Cuz by chance if her family noticed her vehicle then also she could make thousands of fake dialogs to convince them and make them believe that she was in market with her friends.

General hospital: - A place to make your girlfriend’s vehicle parked securely. Well!!! I am writing about this place only for those guys whom gf’s are too much insecure and always bother about thefts. If you find your gf murmuring often “nahin..yahan nahin” then this place is best for you.

Last but most wonderful: - You know I’d read somewhere that “Not everyone in this world has the fate to cherish the fullest form of love. Some are born, just to experience the abbreviations of it”.

Love blossoms, nurtures and transforms with belief. Without faith you can get everything but love. Love doesn’t mean that you love only your gf if you want to win her whole heart then you have to win her family’s heart too. And at the moment you get succeeded in that the very moment this post will become futile for you.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Evil with no hands

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.
            Gilbert K. Chesterton

When Neil Armstrong reached on moon all gods were seeing this progress of humans. They all were pleased though there was a thing which was bothering them and the very reason behind their worry was “if mankind has reached moon, someday they could find the heaven too so where would we all go?” Groping their whole mind when they didn’t get any proper solution they decided to ask this to “lord of lords” lord Shiva.
They all went to lord Shiva and ask this question.

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“As you know humans has reached at moon and they are too near to get to know the hidden facts of the universe. We all are thinking that now someday they will find us too. Please tell us a place to live that humans can never find.”

Lord Shiva was listening this calmly and was smiling. Hearing them lord Shiva replied.

There is no need to worry about that because from the beginning we all have known that someday humans will make this so when we created this universe I created a place too where we all can live. That very place is secured by many gates and fences. If any human want to see us clearly he has to cross all those gates and fences.   

What place is that? (Lord Indra asked back, gaping at others)

 That place is inside ‘human heart’. Humans will try to find us in whole universe but they will never try to do so inside themselves.

Getting the answer of their problem all gods was pleased though they ask one more thing.

 So how could humans get us and what are those fences which humans have to cross to get us?

If any human want to get us, he will have to follow the way of truth and equality. When he will start moving on this path ahead he will face a giant evil and His name is ‘ego’.

One lord asks further that how could powerless human get the victory over this giant evil? It will be an unfair with humans?

Lord Shiva replied taking a deep breath “Every way is always named on the name of its destination. If one walks on this very way he will reach at the destination of truth and equality. The only way to get is to defeat this ego and the only way to get victory over this ego is ‘follow the way of truth and equality’.

Every human is same so if one lives in his ego and overlook the truth then he will never get us. And most importantly here ‘we or god’ means “The treasure of happiness and the treasure of prosperity”.

Now I have to go in my meditation again so will you please take a leave for now? Saying this lord Shiva closed his eyes and went into Samadhi.

All gods were too happy to get the proper solution of their greatest worry.

My takeaway is that the only way to get rid of this so called feeling of ego is that you have to unveil the curtain discrimination. We all are humans and we all are same. There is no difference between us.  The moment you realize this reality and treat everyone with equality and love at the very moment you get the victory over this evil of ego and takes a step ahead to get the god.