Mere Bol Bachchan...

Captured this one at Parsik Hill. This is one place where we love spending our time. Colors, expressions and last but not the least timing are the main assets of this photograph. What do you say? ;)

Another one :)

Few days back, in one of the articles named 'ChatRoom' of the The Economic Times, I read the following line submitted by one of the readers:

"HERE is a slogan painted on a LPG gas tanker: HIGHLY INFLAMMABLE MERA BHARAT MAHAN - A ‘moving’ truth!" - ANIL P. BAGARKA

Well... Mr Anil, hats off to your observation and creativity and thanks for putting that down for us. I know that the recent incidents of Bangalore and Ahmadabad make you write this statement. Actually we can categorize the regions of India as to how much inflammable they are.
Few regions just need a spark somewhere in the country on sensitive issues and boom .. you see riots and mobs on the road the very next second. While there are areas which simply don't get affected. If we can maintain peace in one region what will it take to create same conditions through out the nation? Of course, it is not an easy job. There are many social elements we need to take care of. All we need is just to be little less 'INFLAMMABLE'!

By the way I am not very good at playing with words but I mentioned this to one of my cousins when she said she was dieting,"I would rather 'Die-eating' than 'Dieting'!". Now go ahead and give me some of your lines.

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 ??