फिर तुम याद आई

बड़े दिनों बाद तुमसे मुलाक़ात हुई,
हाँ ख्यालों में ही सही
तुमसे मुलाक़ात हुई।

फिर आँखें कुच्छ नम होने लगी
कुच्छ यादें ताज़ा हुयी
फिर हवा भी तेरी खुशबु से महकने लगी।

मेरे काश, मेरे शायाद
मुझे तेरे संग जोड़ते रहते हैं
मैं लाख भुलाना चाहूँ तुझे
तेरी मेरी राह फिर भी मिल ही जाते हैं।

सोचूँ के बरसों बाद जब मिलेंगे हम तुम
तो कैसे मिलेंगे हम तुम
कुच्छ बीती यादें,
कुच्छ भीगी पलकें...

MAHAAAABHAARAT

I was in the office cab and from somewhere we started talking about this war thing. The old mythological war. And I am sure about my generation, who have seen Mr Ramanada Sagar’s Magnum Opus: Ramayan and Mahabharat, must remember that they use to have this code of conduct by which the war ended at evening. I mean there was no war at night.

We were thinking, say for example. Arjun (The Mahabharat Fame) has drawn his bow and then at the far end you hear the sound of hooter and the oh-so-familiar-voice of Mr Bachchan saying: 'Afsoos Mr Arjun, samay samapti ki ghoshana’ (Alas! Mr Arjun, that ends today’s episode)

And then think how would the war be starting the next day. Think of a situation when Bhim would have disarmed his opponent and about to smash his club on him when hooter was blown, next day they should start at the same position or not? Secondly did they fight the same opponent they fought yesterday. Or can they choose to change. Who use to be the match refree, to ensure that no one is cheating?

I think the stoppage of war at night is more to do with the fact that there is no light than anything else. And therefore, if there is a cloudy weather and the light is below permissible limit. Is the war suspended?

And wat about the cheergirls. Just think of the boundaries of the War field with Cheer Girls jumping around with every single good move. How interesting and colorful would that be. Well that’s a bit far-fetched.

And I have never seen any star warrior getting killed by a minnow. Is that by rule or is that by respect. I mean a lowly soldier coming close to Yudhistir, almost ready to take his shot and realising its him, says: ‘Oh Shit jyasttha bhrata shree, oops I am sorry’। And goes away.

Sorry for annoying any sentiments!!!

तुम्हारे घर की वोह छत

याद होगा तुम्हे,
वोह गर्मियों की शामें
जो गुजरती थी तुम्हारे
घर के छत पर।

सारी दुनिया से दूर
दोनों में खोए हुए
घंटों काट देते थे उस छत पर
तुम ले आती थी
साथ अपने दो प्याली चाय की
और में चुरा लता था कुछ नज़्म गुलज़ार के
और कुछ कबूतर बैठे रहते थे साथ हमारे

यूँही पूरी शाम गुज़र जाती थी
एक दूजे को उन ग़ज़लों में ढूँढ़ते हुए

और फिर एक शाम मैं तो आया
पर तुम न थी साथ मेरे
अब रोज़ तेरे आमद का
इंतजार करता रहता हूँ

सुना हैं आज भी उस छत पर कोई दो जोड़े
मिला करते हैं
दो अध् - पिए चाए की प्याली भी थी रखी हुई
कुच्छ कबूतर थे बैठे हुए,
और वोह गुलज़ार की किताब
पड़ी थी उस पत्थर की मेज़ पर ...

A Bowling Match - 2 : Revenge of Nirep!!!

It was not actually revenge rather a point to be proved kinda match. I always thought that i am a better player. So getting beaten by Nirepinder for the first time at Bowling was like a wake up call for me. But then I thought it was just a bad game and then challenged Nirep for another set of games. This time i was sure that the things would change and I would reclaim my lost glory.

Well no such thing happened. There were a couple of close games. So I graduated from losing badly to gave-a-fight. Thats it, thats all that happened. I played my heart out and still lost the game. Nirep said: ' Well you tried your best'. Which means your best is not good enough and I sulked more. Well, winning and losing is a part of life and why do i have to lose all the time. Cant I win once?

I need a divine intervention next time. Nirep you played well.

A Bowling Match

Long time back when bowling was supposedly the coolest thing to do. There was a guy who played it like no one did it in his group. He was thus the coolest guy in the group. Some year later he was back at an alley and there also performed pretty well, thus reconfirming his belief that there can never be a bad day when he has a ball in his hand and ten pins waiting to be rolled. But they say sunny days are not there for long and so it was for him.

Yesterday this guy went out playing with his bosses. Knowing that they are older than him and probably a bit less cooler, he thought he would be able to spun his magic again. But he was grossly mistaken. He was bitten, smashed and downright squashed by the two. Well that guy was me and the people who trashed me are: Nirepinder and Anuj.

I started the game pretty well and then lost to Nirepinder, with only a few points margin. Anuj was nowhere in the contention at that time. Then in the second match: Me Vs Nirep, I was demolished beyond repair. But as they say beauty lies in the fight and I decided to fight again. Well I was wrong: Sense lies in accepting defeat and moving on. I lost again, this time even Anuj scored better than me!

Nirepinder was on cloud 9, he won all the matches. I had a bruised ego and a trampled spirit. But I am not going to give up: Wait tomorrow and I will be back with a bang. Nirepinder watch out!

Sud Vs Me - War of Limericks

ME

I regret my actions in haste,

That might have brought a bad taste.

I would here by say, feel and write: ‘sorry’

And pray not be subjected to ur fury!

SUD

you try the limerick…
by just making it rhyme…
and it turns out so sick…
oh! what a crime!

who to tell you…
rhyme is not gold…
no meaning attached to…
it can’t be sold…

ME

O the mighty Sud!
Please don’t be rude.
I tried to make it rhyme
So that I could sugar coat my crime!

Forgive me, for my lame attempt,
I actually gave into the tempt,
Will always refrain from such,
And for ur advice: Thank u verymuch!!!

Tweeter Heater

Twitter is no more just a social networking site. It is almost like the Venus Flytrap, it looks so beautiful from the outset and if you are not cautious, then you might just end up losing more than just your face.

Two gentlemen in the name of: Shashi Tharoor and Lalit Modi, got to know this in a very crude manner. The Mr Devil-May-Care Twitter, aka Shashi Tharoor, had his flings with the wrong side of tweeting a long time, but then he tried to go a bit too far, when he tried to get IPL-icious. But we should also credit the man for the words that he has given to the oxford dictionary: Cattle Class, Herd Mentality, etc. I think the UPA govt was a bit more patient with him, unlike his other Karmic Brother, with whom BCCI was not very paly with. So the other Karmic Brother: Mr IPL, aka Lalit Modi, himself was also not far behind and when he divulged a bit more than he should have on the tweet, which he forgot was a social networking site and was, probably, thinking aloud. His super bosses decided to give him GPL (kick in the ass, the desi style)., nothing to do with GPI.

So thus the mighty fall.

Moral of the story: Mind your words and Twitter will definitely be sweeter.

I hope Mr SRK and Aamir are listening...