A JAATE HUE LAMHON ZARA THEHRO

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       I still remember 3rd August, 2009 when I entered BRCM college in Bahal, Bhiwani for the first time. I was least expecting anything better to happen with me. That was the first day when I attended lecture for my Graduation- Bachelors of Technology. There were faces which wanted to eat me. There were faces which wanted to test me. There were faces which asked if I was a retard or something. But there were also some faces which were busy in exploring themselves if they could prove themselves in this new environment. I caught my hold on them. And then the series began........

      On 18^th october,2012, I sat for the last lecture of my graduation. It has been a very beautiful journey from 3rd August, 2009 to 18^th october,2012. To make my self happy, I don't say that I had these friends from last 3.5 years.They make fun of my logic but that makes me smile. Now, the thought of leaving all these fun is provoking me to blast and cry. I just can't imagine some of my friends going away from me. I can't imagine that the time to bunk lectures and chit-chat in canteen with a cup of tea has gone. The time to irritate the lecturers whom we hated has gone. The time to wait for our favorite lecturer to enter the class has gone. The time to make fun of each other in group has gone. The time to abuse our friends and laugh on the creativity we used to create new abuse has left us behind. It has become a phase of life when everything seems to be as I am sitting in a train and I can see everything going behind but I can't do anything as a better destiny is calling.
        60 Friends and 8 Lecturers !!! How can I forgot them in my life? From next year, whenever anyone will say that "I am in Graduation", all the faces which laughed with me, which sang with me, which danced with me, will start running in front of me. Those trips to Rishikesh, Dehradun & Mussoorie, those chit-chatting in canteen, hostel, Little World will once again flow in my mind. The numerous sittings for completing Assignments, Submissions and PROJECTS will be remembered for a long time. Standing in class as punishment, running in the corridor to reach canteen at the first after being hurled out of the class, the race of submitting answer-sheet at the very first in Unit Tests, the cutting of cakes on each others' birthday, teasing each other by their partner's or crush's name and I don't know WHAT WHAT will I remember. First, motivating a friend for making him to talk something good and once he began, demotivating and teasing him again was the best thing I will always remember. I will miss my favorite teachers a lot. And to the one I hate, and one girl whom I love very much, I will miss her every moment but I can’t forget her who is a my friend.
   So, from now, as everything which was present and in execution has turned into EVENTS OF PAST or GRADUATION TIME for me. But the faces of my beautiful friends, the affection that they had with me, the love and tears which they had shared with me, the secrets which they had shared with me, the support they has given me will remain with me in my HEART till DEATH. I pray GOD and ask him to BLESS all of them with GREAT FUTURE as all of them DESERVE to be at a GOOD PLACE in LIFE. And my dear FRIENDS, I just ask all of you to REMEMBER me whenever you THINK of the BEST BUDDIES you had in your LIFE. I don't ask you to MEET me often but I expect you to REMEMBER me by HEART and send your LOVE through PRAYING and WISHES. In the END, I will MISS ALL. That's all I can say for now. I am already in a very sad state to speak anything which can make all of you laugh.

      

"Kaash Main Ajay Devgan Jaisa Dikhta" "Aur Kaash Main Kajol Jaisi"

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Every morning, X wakes up. He goes to the mirror, sees himself, smiles and says- I am looking Good. Then, he starts brushing his teeth and he keeps seeing himself in the mirror and says to himself- I don't look much cool when I brush my teeth so from tomorrow, I will be brushing my teeth in the bathroom's wash-basin so that no one sees me in this condition. Then, he takes a bath and tries many hairstyles and finally finalizes one at the 27th attempt. Then, he rubs Men's fairness cream on his forehead and cheeks and once again sees himself and gives a Thumbs Up to him. Now, he wears shoes and just when he was about to close the door, he comes to the mirror and sees himself once again and says - Perfect. He locks the door and reaches the bus stand. He meets his friend Y and asks "Bhai, kaisa lag raha hun?" Y replies,"Nahi yaar. Your new hairstyle is covering your forehead and thus you aren't looking that chocolaty as you look everyday." X starts feeling uncomfortable and restless and he takes out his comb from his trouser's pocket and goes to a nearby Sumo, stands in front of its rear glass and starts styling his hairs again in his usual way. He comes back an asks Y again,"Ab?" And Y gives a thumbs up and now he again starts feeling like a King.

             Some of you may realize that this is how I react when someone says that I am not looking as handsome/beautiful as I normally look. People are quite obsessed with their looks and thus they feel it uncomfortable when they see that a boy/girl didn't gave them a second look. It can be easily deciphered that looks can affect the confidence of a good-looking person quite easily. When you see a teacher of your college who looks his/her's best everyday, you start giving a change to your outlook. You start behaving weirdly every morning. You become insecure about yourself. You start feeling that if I'll not look good, the female friends of mine may not spend much time with me and rather spend it with my best friend. "The girl who has crush on me may change her mind and start liking someone else because my face didn't attracted her like everyday" The thought process can start reacting to your insecurity so unpredictably that you may even turn down into depression. 

              Very few people are confident about their looks. Others feel that their look will attract people towards themselves but they forget few examples where the deeds, the work, the interaction and the free attitude of people makes them everyone's heartthrob. There are many beautiful ladies who rejects their lover with extremely wonderful physique and looks but selects someone who is dusky in complexion and short in height. The reason behind it is only one- Just observe the success of both men and you will get your answer.

           I am not trying to be offensive but I would like to name some famous personalities those who had no great looks but their work had made them Super-special for the common people-

1. Rajnikanth: This man has no feature which can drive a girl crazy but his power of acting and his unique style of work made him the biggest Superstar India ever had. Today, no actor has the capability of shaking the multiplexes and single-screen theaters except him. 

2. Sachin Tendulkar: When he debuted, he had bunch of curly hairs on a small face which made him look funny. But the magnificence of his batting power on the field has made him a God figure in the world. 

3. Shah Rukh Khan: I remember when I was in primary school, my friends used to call Shahrukh Khan a monkey because they liked Salman Khan very much (and even SRK looked like a monkey initially). SRK came into the industry when it already had handsome heroes with good bodies and face but still, he managed to grab a romantic role after his villainous work in Darr. Today, he is the only star who is compared with Superstar- Amitabh Bachchan.

4. P.T. Usha: After Sachin Tendulkar of Cricket and Vishwanathan Anand of Chess, if you will remember any big sportsperson of India who is successful worldwide- you will remember P.T. Usha for athletics. She has a typical South Indian look but her records are chart-buster.

5. Michael Jackson: One more Godly figure for his fans- Michael Jackson had the worst look. Even when his plastic surgery made him look too fair, not even a single girl would have agreed to kiss him if he would have been a common man. 

             I think these examples are enough for the people who feel that they are unattractive to feel motivated by now. Start doing good work and you will find good-looking people running behind you even if you look disgusting. A dusky skin cannot be turned into milky white but a lazy attitude can be turned into an achieving attitude. Bring that "achieving" attitude in you and then see what your personality does to others. They'll make you their inspiration and they'll follow you. They'll say that you are great even when you look worst. They'll never even realize that you look dull and ugly. They'll just notice your work and they'll go mad for even touching you or even seeing you once in their lifetime. So, looks doesn't matter in life if you have that attitude of achieving the biggest spot in your life. So, stop acting like X, stop focusing on mirror and start focusing on your attitude and make it worthy to let others get influenced by it. 

          Thanks. I hope you understood the motto of the post and please, no offense  meant to the celebrities I have mentioned above as an example. It is all in good will.

Chaha

Jate Lamhon Ko Rokna Chaha
Phir Tera Haal Puchhna Chaha.
Wafa Mangi Thi Wafa Ke Badle
Sochta Hun Ye Maine Kya Chaha.
Barish -E- Khahish -E- Khayalon Mein
Ek Murakh Ne Bheegna Chaha.

Kitni Umidein Kitni Hasratein Hain
Humne Tujhe Kya Na Dilana Chaha.
Mai Tere Jaise Naamwar To Nahi
Per,Tujhko Chaha To Kya Bura Chaha.
Bichhadke Tujhse Ager Jee Na Saka
Marna Chaha To Kya Bura Chaha.
Nakami Jawan Kholne Nahi Deti
Kya Bataun Ke Maine Kya Chaha.
Saza Ye Hai Ke Umra Bher Tadpo
Jurm Itna Hai Ke Unhein Chaha.

Me jo Bhatak gaya to Bat kya.......

Yu To Chand bhi Bhatakta hai Raat Bhar,
Me jo Bhatak gaya to Baat kya...
Sari Duniya Roti hai Chup kar,
Me jo thoda Ro liya to Bat Kya...
Har Kisi Ko Talab hai Pyar Ki,
Maine thoda Soch liya to Bat Kya...
Roshni ki Chah to sab ko hai,
Maine thoda Andhera mang liya to Bat kya...
Zindagi k is Haseen Khwab me,
Maine Use mang liya to Bat Kya...
Har kisi ne Mehfil ko Chaha Yaha,
Maine Tanhai ko Chaha to Bat kya...
Yu to Chand bhi Bhatakta hai Rat bhar,
Me jo Bhatak gaya to Bat kya........

Perfect Love is not about

Perfect Love is not about receiving ,
It's about giving n forgiving!
Perfect Love is not about Red Roses on
Valentines Day,
it's about rest of the 364 days of knowing
and caring for someone !
Perfect Love is not about Phone Calls and
Stolen Kisses,
It's about a Silent Smile in memory of your
SweetHeart !
Perfect Love is not about a Grand Wedding
but about
spending a Lifetime together!
Perfect Love is not about Fights & Making up
after a Fight but
It's about Loving the One who annoys the Hell
out of You !!!!
In Totality PERFECT LOVE is not about loving a
PERFECT PERSON...
But it's about Loving an IMPERFECT PERSON

*PERFECTLY* ;)

Mein Har Shaam Kehta Hoon.

Tumhara Naam Likh Likh Kar. . .
Mitaana Bhool Jaata Hoon. . .

Tumhein Jab Yaad Karta Hoon. . .
Bhulana Bhool Jaata Hoon. . .

Bohat Si Aesi Baatein Hain Jo. . .
Mere Dil Mein Rehtin Hain. . .
Magar! Jab Tum Se Milta Hoon. . .
Sunaana Bhool Jaata Hoon. . .

Tumhaare Baad Ab Har Pal Bari. . .
Mushkil Se Kat'ta Hai. . .

Mein Aksar Tum Ko Khuwaabon Mein. . .
Bataana Bhool Jaata Hoon. . .

Mein Har Shaam Kehta Hoon. . .
Tum Ko Bhool Jaaon Ga. . .
Magar! Jab Subha Hoti Hai. . .
Iraada Bhool Jaata Hoon. . .

Main aisa kyon hun

Kyon khush ho jata hun main
tumhari khushi dekhke
kyon ho jaata hun main hataash
tumhein udaas dekhke…

Chahak sa uthta hun main kyon
jab milne ki baari aati hain
par kyon milne baad ghanto
neend nahi aati hain…

Aankhein band karne se kyon
yaad tumhari aati hain
par jab khulti hain toh
kyon phir tu samne aati hain…

Aanso tere tapakte hain
to main kyon sisakta hun
jara si tu hasti hain
toh main kyon nikharta hun..

Jab bhi dekhta hun tumhe
bas yeh sochta hun
pucho tumse ya tumse kahun
rakhun dil mein ye baat ya keh dun…

Sun jara bas itna bata
Main aisa kyon hun
Main aisa kyon hun

Dil Mein Ek Khuahish Hai

Dil mein ek khuahish hai jiska sirf tumse wasta hai
aaj us koahish ka izhar kerna chahta hoon

Jahan jahan tum chalo, toh tumhare
qadmoon se qadam milakar chalna chahta hoon

tumharay her ghum ke kantay ko apni,
Palkoon sey uthana chahta hoon

jo kabhi aay tumhari rahoon mein andheera tu,
khud diya ban ker jalna chahta hoon

Jo lay tumharay hontoon per khushi,
woh muskurahat ban na chahta hoon

Dil mein ek koahish hai jiska tumse wasta hai,
aaj us koahish ka izhar kerna chahta hoon

jo saansain tum laitay ho, un saanson mein bass ker
tumhari mehak banana chahta hoon

jo khowab tum dekho, tu uss khowab ki haqeeqat ban ker
tumhari her koahish pori kerna chahta hoon

jo aay tumhari rah mein kabhi dhoop tu,
uss dhoop mein tumhari chawon ban ker bikharna chahta hoon

jo rahay hamesha tumharay saath ,
woh saaya ban ker chalna chahta hoon

khuch tum kaho mujh sey basak,
magar main toh sirf or sirf tumhara ban ker zinda rehna chahta hoon

I Still Remember That Day When You Rejected My Love

I still remember that place, where we met face to face.

The glitter i saw in your eyes, the way you looked at me and smile.

I still remember that time, as i can’t forget those days of my life.

The days when you rejected my love.

The way the wind blows, the way the river flows.

In the same you have leaved me all alone…

The way the heart beats, the way a child speaks.

In the same way you have shattered all my dreams…

But i still remember that time, as i can’t forget those days of my life.

The days when you rejected my love.

I still regret, I still repent, I kill every second myself.

As i lost one of my dear friend…

Someone with whom i was very close, someone with whom i share all my things.

But now that someone is only in my dreams..

As i still remember that time, those days when you rejected my love.

As i can’t forget those days of my life…

I still remember you, I still remember that place.

The dimples you have on your face.

The way you talk, the way you walk.

In the same way i miss you a lot..

I still remember that time, i can’t forget those days of my life.

The days when you rejected my love.. The days when you rejected my love..

I can’t forget that time…I can’t forget that time.

A Princess Sapphire

Love he must even if
the beloved is enemy's daughter
Forgive he does even if
he proves to be the nemesis thereafter

A man of valour and compassion
captured my childhood imagination
He was Prithviraj Chauhan
A hero of everyone's fascination

The kingdom is gone
but the legend grows
Traditions changed
legacy continues

Silky locks, dreamy eyes
an inherent grace;
With a mesmerising smile
she is born to beguile

Makes an impact
wherever she walks
Into a classroom
or a life

She is hip
she is cool
loves to play pool

May not know the rule

One day came the revelation
Not tough to decipher
Awestruck I was to know
Prithviraj was her forebear

In changing times
she is a commoner
At another age would've been
A Princess Sapphire.

Endless Wait

I crossed thousand miles in a day

But can’t seem to cross few meters in years

The eternal distance between us

Am I dreaming?

Or stuck in reality

You burst with joy

As people get closer to you

Some known

Some unknown

While I longingly wait

For my turn to walk the distance

I brave the stormy rain, the burning sun

All filthy tests of nature

But the wait seems endless

Then someone walks through me

I feel pain

Not sure if it is physical

I want to move away

But I cannot

Plead with the passerby

To take me along

No one cares

For the fallen soul

A beautiful girl comes by

I am shaken

To wake up

To reality.

Why Do I Write?

"...As you know, the question we writers are asked most often, the favourite question, is; why do you write? 

I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can’t do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can only partake in real life by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen, and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you, so very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and in the way my books sit on the shelf. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life’s beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can’t quite get there. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I write to be happy..."