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What would you tell your grandchildren about 2008 if they asked you about it in, let's say, 20 years' time? If the answer to a quiz question was 2008, what would the question be? The year that markets collapsed, or perhaps the year that Obama became US president? Or the year Heath Ledger died? Well for all these events there is always wikinews, for now I would like to summarize the significant events of 2008 that affected me in one way or the other.

January:  Cyprus adopted the currency of Euro as official currency with an exchange rate of 1.71 euro per Cypriot Pound. This had a huge impact on us as when the local currency was Cypriot pound we used to get paid in U.S. Dollars. The conversion to local currency with high commission rates was killing and to keep an account of income and expenses was a really arduous task. After the island adopted Euro as its official currency, we started getting our salaries in Euro which eased our life here.

February:  I had a business trip to U.S. Although this was my second visit it was a very special one as this time I had spent weekends with two of my best friends. Everyone was busy in weekdays with work and hanging around in the night. But weekends were wild, we used to drive hundreds of mile every weekend to check-out new places. We went to New York, Washington D.C., Atlantic City etc. 

March:  I was supposed to return back to Cyprus in the first week but there were change in plans and my stay in U.S. was postponed for a month. My friends who were doing M.S. had a vacation of a week in the first week of March. This was the best time for me to take a vacation. Me and Monish left from Baltimore for Los Angeles while Sonu (DivyaKumar) was supposed to travel from San Francisco and meet us on the airport. L.A. was fun especially six flags where they have the craziest roller coasters one could not even imagine. We headed to Las Vegas after the L.A.  I could write a new blog just for this entire trip of 2 months but may be some other time. After returning back to Philadelphia work continued on weekdays and so did our escapades which included driving more than 400 miles to Niagara Falls.

April: Coming back to Cyprus from U.S. was a feeling of coming back to home just that I miss my family and friends. 

May: Luckily, few of my friends from Amdocs, India had a chance to visit us for a month. They were on a business trip. We used to show them the places around. The sea - water is usually very cold during these times but still we had dip.

June:  Living on an island for a long time could get really boring if you don't know how to swim. I realized this after an entire year of just watching the people relaxing on the beaches after the swim. The turquoise waters of the island were very tempting and I could hardly resist them this year. I started to learn swimming. By the end of the month I was so comfortable that depth of the waters didn't matter anymore. Another blog post soon on this one.

July:  After 20 months I visited my home. Just don't have any words right now to express the emotion. Drought hits Cyprus. Following a succession of droughts in Cyprus, water has become a rare luxury for many residents. Is the water being shipped from Greece enough to significantly tackle this problem? Check out the video for more info: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hxywr7l9mGc


August: Perfected swimming to such an extent that I jumped into the sea water from a cliff which was around 30-40 feet in height. 


Witnessed live by at least 90,000 spectators and a million others on television screens, the Opening Ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games was held at the National Stadium — nicknamed "Bird's Nest" — in Beijing China at 8:00 pm on 08/08/2008. The spectacular opening ceremony has already raised a high bar of expectation for London 2012 Olympics and questions were raised if ever Olympics were to be hosted India could it match China.


"With so many people saying it couldn't be done, all it takes is an imagination," said Phelps after realizing he had set the new medals record for the most gold medals won in one Olympic games by winning his eighth gold medal of the 2008 Olympic games, beating the previous world record of seven that was set by Mark Spitz in the 1972 Olympic Games, which took place in Munich, Germany.



September:  By this time I know around five or more people who had suffered from the problem of slipped disk. But this time it was a very grave situation for me as this time it was my mother  who had to undergo an operation for the same. These were one of those worst days of my life when I couldn't be with someone who needed me the most.



October: I don't remember any significant event in this month. That's shameful I guess.

November: Obama becomes the first African American to be elected President in U.S. His election campaign is what impressed me a lot. An older lesson learnt again, market a product well and it would definitely be a HIT!



 Not to forget that this was the same month when the city of Mumbai was held at ransom by a handful of people. I was filled with anguish and anger because all I could do I sit helplessly and watch television praying moment after moment to ease of pain of the affected. Lesson learnt, it is not the time to say “The Spirit of Mumbai ” mourn the martyrs and the innocents and just move on with life with that “chalta hai” attitude. It’s time for CHANGE. More on this in my future posts.




December:  An Iraqi journalist for an Egyptian Newspaper named Muntazer al-Zaidi was tackled by authorities after he threw his shoes at United States president George W. Bush during a press conference on Sunday in Baghdad. Before throwing his shoes at Bush, the reporter, Muntader al-Zaidi of Al-Baghdadia, a local television station, stood up and said, "This is a farewell kiss from the Iraqi people, dog!" The words were followed by the reporter's two shoes being thrown at Bush, who had to duck in order to avoid being hit with them. Shortly after each shoe flew within a few inches of Bush, authorities quickly neutralized the reporter and took him out of the room.




In Arabic culture, hitting or throwing shoes at someone so the soles hit them is considered a great insult. Now, this reporter should win the man of the year award because he is the first great Gandhian of the 21st century. He may not be a Gandhian by Indian ideals, but he is certainly one by Iraqi standards. If it's Gandhian, it must have a moral. There is one. A single alphabet separates 'shoe' and 'shot'. If al-Zaidi had aimed a bullet, he would have been vilified and his country could have been burdened with another decade of war and misery. A thousand cartoons celebrated the miracle of a shoe ripping up Bush's reputation with a thoroughness no arsenal could have achieved. A hundred American stand-up comics could not have asked for a better Christmas gift.
Sources: Times of India and WikiPedia

Our office had organized a Christmas Charity Bazaar in one of the local government schools. They had plans to have Indian dance along with other programs for the entertainment of the people.  We were informed only requested to arrange something if possible. We agreed and had only 9 more days left with us. We were a group of 8 guys. Everyone worked very hard to get the steps right. The dance was of around 6 mins with five songs. The task was challenging but then everyone was enthu about it.  The result: ROCKING!  The crowd applauded and cheered everyone.  More info. in future posts for now check out the video. I have a better one will upload it soon....



I had been to Israel last week for a vacation of five days. I will say it's a geographically diverse holy land. The people are very friendly especially towards Indians. In the span of five days we encountered deserts, sea, snow, waterfall and many such exotic natural beauties. More on this in future posts. 

For now I wish you all very happy new year filled with good health, new hope and new beginnings!

I received this very well written poem in one of the mail forwards. I can relate to most of the lines may be thats the reason I liked it. Full credit goes to the original author.

2006, 2007 and 2008 was when.........
when we got a job.........
when we passed out of college....
when we made new amazing friends.....
when some of us moved to a new city.....
When some of us celebrated our 21st - 25th birthdays.....


When we waved good bye to our buddies leaving to the states for higher
studies...
when some of us fell in love........
when some of us fell out of love
when some of us got hurt
when some of your 'friends' screwed up your love life...
when some 'one' you liked, did not like 'you'....

when we would have made mistakes
when we made life decisions.......
when these decisions turned out to be a tragedy
when some of us felt lonely ....
when some of us made an amazing friends in a new city
when some of us would have learnt to be stronger.....

when some of us would have realized that everything happens for a
reason.....
when some of us let out our anger.....
when some of us never opened up to our friends about how we felt....
when some of us felt so glad and happy to be the way they are.....
when we go out every day and meet up with our friends...
when we had serious talks with our dad about our future.....

when we missed each other when we were at hometown...........
when we missed our mom here .....
when we cried for each other .......
When we celebrated our first Christmas with our friends ....
When we were jobless all the time in office ........
When we walked around the streets late in the night ......

When we put budget for the next month (but strictly not following it)
Last year has taken us through all our ups and downs we faced in our
life...


2009.......one more year.....A year to....



To find our life partner (might be)
to forget old crushes...
to smile........
to let people know how much u care...
to learn from our mistakes.......
to cry when we are feeling down.....
to follow our dreams.......
to fight against everything for our dreams to come true.....
to be more confident.........
to be more strong at heart and mind.....
to enrich our knowledge.........
to make others happy....

Let’s take each day as it comes........
Forget about the downs we came across in the past year........
And remember every lesson we learnt through them........
Let's Enjoy Life to the Fullest............


HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR AHEAD - 2009 !!

meri tamanna hai ke dil ke dabe raaz
aapko sunaau
haalat kyaa hoti hai ishq mein ye
aapko batlaau

aap se kyaa sharmaana
aap sab ho mere apne
toh sunaata hoon kaise
dil ki baat kehne par
tut jaate hai sapne

ek din mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha
dil ke armaano ko dabaa nahi paa raha tha
dil ki baat kaa humein izhaar karna tha
humein usse pyaar hai bus itnaa kehna tha

ladki kunwaari hai yeh humne suppose kiya
aur sidha uske ghar jaake use propose kiya

lekin mera time thoda kharab chal raha tha
jo kabhi socha na tha woh aaj sach ho raha tha

mere saamne dekhta hoon toh kyaa
ladki ki god bharai chal rahi thi
aur uski poori family bhi wahin khadi thi

mujhe lagaa mujhse yeh bhool kaise ho gai
kambakht zabaan bhi sabke saame dil ki baat keh gai

phir hona kyaa tha ,
uski family ne mere prastaav ko oppose kiya
aur hameshaa ke liye mujhe dispose kar diya

lekin mere dil kaa fuse tab bhi jal raha tha
kisi ke pyaar ke liye maano tadap raha tha

aur yeh gaana bhi gaa raha tha ke
"tu nahi toh koi aur sahi
koi aur nahi toh koi aur sahi"

mere din guzar rahe the kuch aise hi
mujhe kyaa hua tha pataa nahin

maine socha main phir kabhi pyaar nahi karungaa
kaanton se bhare is raaaste par kabhi naa chalunga

lekin har baar hum uski or khiche chale jaate hai
jaane kyon kaamdev apna teer hum hi pe chalaatein hai

is baar phir hum ishq ke nashe mein doob gaye
aur jis par itni der se nazar tiki thi us se apni dil ki baat keh gaye

lekin usne mujhe seriously nahi liya , use lagaa
usne din mein hi sapnaa dekh liya, maine kaha

"sapna nahi haqiqat hai ,
mujhe sirf tujhi se mohabbat hai"

woh boli, "kyaa musibat hai, ab yeh kaisi aafat hai "

maine phir kaha
"tumhaari taaarif mein ek nazraana pesh karta hoon
ijaazat ho toh ek sher arz karta hoon"

shaayad use bhi mujhe karnaa tha aabaad
is liye usne bhi keh diya irshaad irshaad

maine kaha
"tu hi meri nisha hai
tu hi mera nasha hai "
mujhe bich mein hi tok ke woh boli
"shakal aaine mein dekh kar aa
tu hi balbeer paasha hai!!"

main toh chala tha hone aabaad
par usne mujhe kar diya barbaad

jab apna hi sikka khota ho
toh kis se karoon main fariyaad
kis se karoon main fariyaad ...


toh janaab, aapko bhi agar aisi koi fariyaad hai toh bejijhak humein bataayiye ... aakhir ghum baatne se halka hota hai :P

Ehsaan Quereshi - I liked this guy's style. The way he narrates his writings is something which I appreciate. His poems give you an experience of roller coaster, not that you will get an adrenalin rush, but it takes you up somewhere and then with some slapstick humor brings you down(even the intonation follows this principle). I have tried to write something which could be narrated in his style. If you plainly read the following lines then you will enjoy it but if you read it in Ehsaan bhai's style then i bet you will LOVE it!

Bus ka "Safar"/suffer
ek din main bus mein jaa raha tha
bus kaa driver bhi gajab dhaa raha tha
najaane kyon baar baar brake dabaa raha tha

main badi mushkil se sambhal paa raha tha
mera haath bhi handle se fislaa jaa raha tha

mera haath bhi kyaa kahun badaa shaitaaan hai
jo sambhaale naa sambhaltaa hai
jo nahi karna chahiye wahi kartaa hai

phir kyaa tha ,
bus handle se mera haath fisla , aur

ganje ki khopdi par jaake tehraa
ganje ne gusse se mujhe kiya ishaara
maine bhi chup chaap apna haath
uski khopdi se diya utaara , aur phir
maine liya handle kaa sahara , lekin

handle kaa mujhse shayaad puraana naata tha
use bhi mera saara hisaab aaj hi chukta karna tha

usne phir mujhe dhoka de diya , aur
maine haath phir usi ganje ki khopdi par rakh diya

is baar toh ganje kaa bhi chadh gaya paara
turunt hi khadaa ho gaya bechara

aur mujhse kaha , "baith , aa mere sar pe baith !!!"
maine kaha , "baith toh jaaun, par kyaa mujhe sambhaal paoge ?"
usne pucha , "kyon ?"
maine kaha , "itni chikni khopdi hai , kahin main vahaan se bhi fisal gaya toh ?"

public ko lagaa dum meri baat mein bhi tha , kyon ki
ganje ki khopdi pe tel zara bhi kum naa tha

ganje ne meri baat ko seriously nahi liya
aur jahaan baitha ta vahin chup chaap baith gaya

waise upar ki do panktiyon ke beech vaali ek ghatna
maine aapko nahi hai sunaai , kyon ki
hinsa se mujhe sakt nafrat hai mere bhai

aap samajh hi gaye honge mere haal kyaa hua hoga
aage jo hua woh aapke saamne hai aur
meri sujhi hui aankh bhi ab thik hone ko hai

is haadse ke baad main bus mein thoda aur aage badhaa
aur ladies seat ke paas jaakar hua khadaa

aurtein svabaav se naram hoti hai , par saavdhan
andar se kaafi garam hoti hai

yehi khayaal mere man mein aa raha tha , ke

tabhi driver ne phir brake dabaaya aur
mera haath bagal waali ladki ki kamar sair kar aaya
shaayad use yeh pasand nahi aaya , isliye
usne mujhe do kheench ke lagaaya

thappad kaa asar itna gehra tha
shaayad main vahin ho gaya behraa tha

woh boli , " yeh kyaa karte ho , jahaan ladki dekhi wahaan chance maarte ho ?"
main bola , "chance toh kyaa , dance bhi nahi kartaa
apni biwi ke alaava kisi aur ke saath romance nahi karta

meri mat hi gai thi maari , ke main is bus mein aakar tha chadhaa
aur baaki rahaa toh tumhaare paas aakar mein hua khadhaa

ab kabhi naa main bus mein savaari karunga
naa kisi ladki ki bagal mein jaakar khada rahunga

aise anubhav karne se behtar hai
main umr bhar paidal chalunga ......
main umr bhar paidal chalunga ......


Please do share some of your such 'anubhavs'!

I came across this advertisement in the newspaper today. Click here to check it out. It says 'I' can make a difference. Further down it says 'Believe in the Power of One'. This is when I remembered that long back i had actually written few lines on this punchline. Here they are:

Power of One
lets be one
lets drop all our guns
fighting with friends
will profit none
& lest we stop
killing mothers & sons
this earth will burn
like scorching sun
burning the hearts
of everyone
but before that happens
to anyone
lets be one
with my efforts
i have almost done
but for the rest
i need your help
will i get some?
if some day i do get some
that day i will show you
the 'power of one'

61 years of Independence?? Really?? - Give it a thought!
Amitabh Bachhan. The name itself is enough. I believe it is his personality and character that make him superior and not his acting skills. I started admiring him after learning about his ups and downs of life. The way he came back after failure of the ABCL corp was simply commendable. He had been a superstar for almost 20 years but what happened after that? People just did not accept his films. Imagine what kind of turmoil he must have been through and also his audience. Jokes apart, we all know his success story and that is what makes everyone appreciate this guy. Well, who does not? Ah , wait a second I don't, actually NOW I don't to be precise. I was talking to my friend the other day and here is the piece of conversation that we had. "Amitabh is an over hyped personality." was my comment. "Come on, do you really mean there are many people who can act like him?", my friend defended. "I am not talking about acting skills but about the current status which he holds, the kind of impact he can make on people is tremendous and he never made the right use of it. At this stage of life he could do something good for the nation. If ever there are millions of people who would admire me, I would never be doing a world tour. I would rather concentrate on issues that would help me make a difference in the society. Of course, he his building colleges, donating money to charitable organizations and many other things but who doesn't do that? Its high time and he should start learning something from Aamir Khan. I guess you got my point." Awestruck, my friend ended the conversation at that point.

Things were different few years back. Back in my school days I always wanted to participate in KBC. I was under eighteen when the first season was being telecasted. By the time of second season I was eighteen. The promos of the second season were in full swing. I dialed the numbers everyday trying to answer the question of the day and hoping to get a call from the studio. In the second season the show was known as 'KBC-Dwitiya' and the punch line said 'Umeed se Dugna'. Almost all the participants who made it to the show were really excited about this unforgettable rendezvous with Mr. Big B. For the entertainment of the audience, the participants use to request him to say a dialogue or sing a song and sometimes the participants even read out poems written by them. I also wrote one. I never made it to the show to read this out to Mr. Bachhan himself so it goes here in my blog.

Umeed se Dugna

socha tha kabhi hum milenge aapse
magar hum mil naa sake
waise galti aapki bhi nahi thi , yeh toh kambakth computer thaa
jis wajah se aap humein bulaa naa sake

magar ek din pappu paas ho gaya
aur computerji kaa phone aa gaya

kaha , KBC mein aao aur
Umeed se Dugna paao

magar humne bhi kah diya ke ,
"naa chahein hum Umeed se Dugna
naa chahein hum Umeed se Tiguna
hum toh chahein bus Amitji se Milna"

akhir aaj sach ho gaya sapna
aur yeh ab toh humien bhi padega kehna , ke
vakai yahin milta hai Umeed se Dugna!

After two Hindi poems, now its time for something in English. I mentioned in my earlier post about the reason for writing poems. It was not just writing, I also added music and melody to them. I love music. I also have the so called musical intelligence. If you do a Google for musical intelligence, one of the definition says "People who have strong musical intelligence don't just remember music easily - they can't get it out of their minds, it's so omnipresent." No one can better explain you this than my roommates or people who "really" know me. I never like songs, I LOVE them. So if I give my ear to some music and fall in love with it then for next few weeks be prepared to listen to it at least 10 times in a day. Moreover, it is not just that song but you will also have to bear ME singing and humming it; day in and day out! More about my passion for music in later blogs, for now, here is a poem which I have sung, mixed it with some random DJ music. Don't hesitate to provide some valuable comments.


Someone who cares ...


listen dear , it all happens here
all you need is not to fear
fear for what ? , envy for what ?
hold my hands and be my near
are you searching for me here and there ?
but you will find me everywhere
so smile for now and be aware
there is someone who loves you
someone who cares ....

Mp3 available @ : http://music.cooltoad.com/music/download.php?id=226698

As the current trend goes, each song is followed by a remix. I have a remix too, nothing great about it though, I just increased the tempo of the song. Feels good to be rapper (I hope I haven't raped it instead of rapping it..lol) , no harm in experimenting things, right?

Remix Mp3 available @ : http://music.cooltoad.com/music/song.php?id=231017

P.S.: Hats off to the technology in 21st century, otherwise I could have never been able to write a blog in the present situation. I say this because, right now I am at Bahrain airport on my way to Mumbai (keep looking this space to read more about this :) )
I believe every one of us has a story to say. When I meet someone, I would love them to tell me their story. Life is too short baby, you need to learn from other peoples mistakes. Jokes apart, part of the story of my life is the three wonderful years of engineering. Keep looking in this space for to find out the story in detail, but for now, heres a tribute to all my classmates of B.E.[I.T.]

B.E.[I.T.] Rocks!!

jis class mein hameshaa khushi hai lehraati
woh class hai mera B.E.[I.T.]
"Hum kisi se kum nahin" yeh kehte hai sabse
abhi inkaa parichay karvaa detaa hoon aapse

agar main thoda jyaada bol jaaon
samajh lena ise meri nadaani
toh shuru kartaa hoon ab main B.E.[I.T.] ki kahaani

Percentage ke maamle mein sabko yaad dila deta hai naani
class ka yeh topper hai ye,
naam hai iska Ravinder Singh Ajmani

sushil ise kehtaa hai "kamaal ki kudi , oye kudi nahin
yeh toh hai zeher di pudi" ,
naam hai iska Sharon Bethaupudi

gusse mein jab aa jaaye sabko kehti hai "chal hut"
yeh soonna chahein "no if , no but",
naam hai iska Shiveta Bhat

ladkiyon se yeh kehta hai
"apni zulfein yun naa jhatak
zulfon mein jaaunga bhatak
fir naa kehna mujhe chal hut
warna mar jaayega yeh tera ..Rajiv Bhatt!!"
kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai isika naam hai Rajiv Bhatt

jise sab kehte hai yeda , lekin woh sabko
yeda bana kar khaata hai peda
naam hai iska Jimmy Bheda

Deepak ne jise rose diye , pataa nahin kitne
aasmaan mein taarein hai shaayad utne
naam hai iska Kajal Chikhale

Ravinder ko exam ke waqt ye hai daraati
jaise bakri ko daraata hai bhediyaa
naam hai iska Tanvi Dedhia

class ka ye neta hai , yehi hai sipai
Ravinder aur Tanvi kaa record todegaa bankar kasaai
naam hai iska Nirav Desai

handwriting iski niraali hai , aur yeh bhi niraala
sabse shaant rehta hai yeh chora matwaala
naam hai iska Sachin Gala

pataa nahin kise dekh kar yeh kehtaa hai afreen afreen , lekin
dance kartaa hai aisa ke iske saamne jhuk jaaye Javed Jafferi
naam hai iska Jaseem Jafferi

doston kaa yeh dost , dushmano kaa dushman ,
har ladki ko hai yeh kehta, "mujhe apni bahon mein lele"
naam hai iska Oscar Kale

svabhaav hai jiska sabse udaar
class mein yeh sota hai baar baar lagaataar
naam hai iska Pinank Kamdar

pyaar se hum ise bulaatein hai killer
har kaam karta hai yeh daud daud kar
naam hai iska Swapneel Killekar

Kajal ise keh de pyaar se ek baar jo "Pyaare"
khushi ke maare aasmaan se woh saare tod laaye taare
naam hai iska Deepak Khumbhare

citi bajaane mein timing hai iski ekdum thik
ladkiyon se yeh kehtaa hai "Mere dil ke icon par , kabhi toh kiya karo click"
naam hai iska Ganesh Mandlik

Hrithik se bhi badhiya kartaa hai yeh dance
chinise logo se bhi accha banaata hai Schezwaan
naam hai iska Naik Rizwaan

guitar bajaakar kehta hai , "Main nahin hoon liar , mujhe
do ladkiyon ne fasaaya hai , Manju aur Priya Nair"
naam hai iska Vimal Nair

jab ye drawing karti hai pencil haath mein lekar
M.F. Hussain bhi maafi maangta hai haath jodkar , yeh kehkar
"mujhe barbaad mat karo , mere pet pe laat maarkar"
naam hai iska Dipti Naarkar

naa koi tha naa koi hoga is se badhiya speaker
har marz ki davaa iske paas hai , A1 hai ye astrologer
naam hai iska Mithun Ovalekar

Ameya ko roz tension aa jaata hai , jab sunita se yeh kehta hai
"dil chahiye toh mera dil lele, dil nahin toh meri jaan hi lele"
naam hai iska Nikhil Pakale

ek hasinaa ne iske dil ko kiya hai ghaayal
yeh usi ko maanta hai apne man kaa meet
naam hai iska Parekh Amit

ghatkopar se ye hai aata , acn subject ise khub hai bhaata
kuch naa samajh mein aaye toh ye samjhaa deta hai arthaath
naam hai iska Parekh Siddharth

class mein pranks yehi hai play karta , iske gajab hai khel
baatein ghuma firaa ke kartaa hai jaise banaa raha ho bhel
naam hai iska Dighant Patel

pj maar maar kar ye sabko deta hai sazaa
har ladki se hai ye kehta "tu meri raani , main tera raja"
naam hai iska Nishant Pilinjaa

biju ne diya hai ise apna dil, kyon ki
use bhaa gayi iski adaayen kaatil
naam hai iska Pooja Patil

height mein is se choti hai pooja batra
birthday bumps ke bahaane banaata hai sabko bakraa
naam hai iska Ajit Patra

kise pe joke aisa maare ke bina haath lagaayen hi ho jaaye dhulaai
apne sense of humour se isne itni taarifen kamaai
naam hai iska Vimal Pillai

college ke pehle din sabko lagaa , ye hai ghoda
har labz iska jaise ek hathoda
naam hai iska Rakesh Pitroda

pj maroon sagyaan na khup radavle ,
programming chya competition madhye experts hyalaa baghun dhaavle
naam hai iska Nishant Ravle

vargaat sarvaat shaant hi buste , kadhi yete kadhi zaate
thaukch naste kunaala sudhaa
naam hai iska Dhanashree Sahastrabuddha

proffesor jab bajaata hai khatre ki bell ,
yeh kehti hai unse "i am not feeling well"
bahaane iske aise sab keh dete "bhai wah"
naam hai iska Pankti Shah

sabhi ise chidhaate hai baniya kehkar , ye sabka mooh
band kar deta hai unke raaz kholkar
naam hai iska Ravi Shekhar

har ladki mein ise dikhti hai Shilpa Shetty , par
ladkiyon ke bhai se ye dartaa hai , kyon ki
sab hai villain jaise Sunil Shetty
naam hai iska Sushil Shetty

jahaan ladki dikhi wahaan yeh teeno gaanaa gayen Ding Dong Ding
koi agar bich mein aa jaayen toh khatarnaak ho jaaye scene
naam hai inka Ajay Singh , Ravi Singh , Rohit Singh

proffesors asks him to attend all his lectures but he never would
right from his childhood , he plays guitar whenever he could
he plays it well and he always should
naam hai iska Varun Sood

assignment time pe complete karne kaa ise chadha hai bukhaar
pyaar se baat naa karo toh ban jaata hai khunkaar
naam hai iska Umesh Thumar

jisne class ki shobha ko savaanra
aisa class mein ek hi hai heera
naam hai iska Mihir Veera

PIIT idol hai ye , gaana gaata hai ek dum hatkar
sunita se kehtaa hai ye din raat "mujhe pyaar kar , mujhe pyaar kar"
naam hai iska Ameya Walawalkar

meri kahin bhool ho jaaye toh mujhe maaf kar dena
yeh padh kar agar tumhen thodi si bhi haseen aaye toh mujhe abhinandan kar dena
kahin kuch boora lage toh dil pe mat lena
mooh mein lena , mera naam aur bus thook dena
meri fir bhi yehi hai salaah
apne is anmol dost ko kabhi naa khona...

A new post after long time. People might be wondering where was I all this time. I had many things in my mind but was waiting for the right time. By the way this is still not the right time, and there is a reason as to why I decided to write this post. Yesterday evening I had a chat with one of my friends, we studied together in college. He introduced me to his blog. I also referred him mine (why would I miss the opportunity!). He went through my blog. I expected some comments about the content on my blog, I got few but it was after hearing this comment, "Write your poems in the blog!" that it dawned on me why the didn't I ever think of this. So lets get it started....

Few words of caution before reading my poems. It is human tendency to think as to what might have inspired the author to write the poem. I don't blame anyone of you for thinking the same. All the poems were written during my seventh semester of engineering. Most of them during the PL(preparation leave). Everyone at my home used to sleep by 11 pm and it was me alone burning the night oil to study. I had a habit of studying while watching television. Yes, book in one hand and the remote in another. Those days there was a television show "Wah, Wah!" , an episode of this show was broadcasted everyday at 11:30 pm. The show was excellent with people from all over the country showing their talents in writing. Of course like any other show they also displayed the talents of the professional poets but what I liked about the show was the simple use of language by some poets. After watching some episodes I thought of giving it a try. All I had to do was think of some theme and some rhyming words which I would use at end of each line. And there it was, just after few minutes of brainstorming, my first piece of writing. I do not recollect, at this moment, which was my first piece but here I will start with the one which I like the most.

DISCLAIMER: George Lucas never went to one of those far, far galaxies to make star wars. Similarly I haven't been through these experiences, just picked up some random thoughts from "galaxies" far, far away....


Socha tha kya aur Paaya hai kya...

mere samne jab woh khadi thi
dekh rahi apni ghadi thi
is baar phir mujhe lagaa
hum pehle kahin mile hain kyaa ??

lekin humne toh
socha tha kyaa aur paaya hai kyaa........

usse nazrein milne hi waali thi
aankhon hi aankhon mein baat hone hi waali thi
tabhi usne keh diya
bhaiyyaa zara bataana, waqt hua hai kyaa ??
humne toh socha tha kyaa aur paaya hai kyaa
yeh kyaa keh gayi , daiyya re daiyya
jise banana tha saiyyaan use hi bana gai bhaiyya

parantu agle hi din hum unki or phir chal diye
kyon ki dil mein jal rahe the pyaar ke diye
humse sahi nahi jaa rahi thi judaai
bus kisi tarah humne himmat jutaai
aur unse aakhir pooch hi liya
mujhse shaadi karogi kyaa ??

turant hi woh boli
ek safal aadmi ban ke dikha sakte ho kyaa ??

uski baat mein toh dum tha
akal se main bhi thoda kum tha
socha bus ek baar jivan mein safal holu
phir jivan bhar ke liye uska saath palun

bus, yun hi thode varsh beet gaye
ant mein hum safal ho gaye
hamare kadam phir unki or chal diye

aaj bhi woh wahin khadi thi
haath mein wahi puraani ghadi thi
par god mein kisi ki bachhi thi
humein pataa nahin kiski thi

khair humein us se kyaa
humne toh aaj phir pooch liya
janaab humein pehchana kyaa ??

phir toh jis tarah woh muskuraai
us muskurahat ne ek umeed jagaai
bacchi ko usne humse milwaaya yeh kehkar
ale ale beta , mama ke paas jaoge kyaa ??

sunte hi jaise humein current lag gaya
bhaukhlaake humnein bhi us se poocha liya
yeh tumhaari beti hai kyaa ??
turant hi usne keh diya
haan , iske papa bhi yahin hai , miloge kyaa ??

humne toh socha tha kyaa aur paaya hai kyaa
aaj bhi jab uski yaad aati hai
dil se ek aah nikalti jaati hai

are o uparwaale
yehi din dikhaane mujhe dharti pe laaya tha kyaa ??