ALVIDA DOST...

chupake se kahin, dheeme paanv se
jaane kis taraf, kis ghadi
aage badh gaye hamse raahon mein
saath saath khela par kabhi na socha
aap bhi kar chalenge alvida.

saath saath gujare humne wo pal,
kal tak thi wo humari zindagi,
masti bhare rahoon ko,
ghumte the hum bhulkar gham ko,
par ab kar chale aap humein alvida.

sunle oh jaanewale, yoon mud kar tum chale jaana,
nazrein tumhari jab dhundegi humein har jagah,
yaad kar un masti bhare lamhoon ko tum khush rehna,
Koi agar puche, kya socha aur kya suna,
keh dena abb kehna aur kya,
jab keh diya alvida.

phir kabhi hum mile to rakhenge na koi khafa,
jashn manayenge milkar us din wahan,
ki dil bhi soche bhala,
kuch to socha aur kuch to kaha,
jab humne kar diya alvida,
Phir saath hein aaj hum yahaan..

(Dedicated to all my fellow batchmates who are moving out from Bangalore to pursue their higher studies or for work. All the best and C ya soon folks..)

Timely times ....

Times memorial:

gore gore mukde,

chaand ke tukde,

kali kali julfe,

neeli neeli aankhein....

Times recession:

Gire gire mukde,

khanch ke tukde,

bikhri bikhri julfe,

geeli geeli aankhein....

Times college days:

soni soni mukde,

class ke ladke,

saath saath khelein,

khali khali classein....

Times working:

wahi wahi mukde,

sade hue tukde,

khuli khuli cube mein,

neeli neeli baatein....

Times Gen x:

koi koi mukde,

chaddar ke tukde,

bheege bheege tann pe,

chote chote kapdein....

Nothing gr8 abt being gr8.

(Always keep hatred and ego aside from you. You don't gain anything from it.

Make others feel good and you did also be known good.)

I am not here to be the king,
Neither am I here to marry the queen.

I don't see where I can win,
But when I win, I would have made no sin.

I aint here to prove that I am the best,
But it always happens that I am better than the rest.

You roll drums thinking yourself as wise,
Look around and count if there are atleast a few to listen to your cries.

Did you live a moment which was anyway worth,
or for a superficial gain you gave birth.

I lost, not because I couldn't speak,
But just for the very thought that your mind is weak.

What could be the best that you would get this very instance,
Greatness and boast put together in one sentence?

I did rather make merry that I let go off the non sense,
Intrinsic hatred or ego is the only consequense.

To the world I am what I am,
Try whatever you can I won't give it a damn.

WINGS OF CHANGE!!

I don't like it this way,
This is not what I wanted to do coming so far away,
Many of them in the industry often do say,
Never the less finally ends up with the thought, it just wasn't my day.

If this is not what it is then why do it,
If this is it, then why is it not fit,
Thinking and thinking hard everday you sit,
Late it would be when the thought to change would have lit.

Why on earth are we not doing what we like,
But if we did do what we like then ideas would never strike.

It seems to me that we feel it hard to accept a change,
For everything that happens seems so strange.
Be it work or be it a relation,
Denial of a change is not always the solution.

All of us follow a certain tried and tested track,
That moving away from it, you'll only be called a crack.

Very few there are who would take a chance,
Striding ahead, with every move, future at a glance.

You don't come into this world to write a chunk of code,
Or rather lecture someone scribbling on the board.

Isn't it wonderful to be living with many knowing you,
Rather than achieving something great and be applauded by a few.

When we try and make a move the feeling of losing is always high,
Not everyone on their first day learn to fly,
With the way things go, you are of course at a risk,
Wondering if the way I chose will ever click.

It doesn't sound easy either for me to be talking on this,
But this very thought which runs through my mind I wouldn't wanna miss.

Petty are my instincts for even I am nowhere,
For they lead me everywhere,
As is the case even I need a push somewhere,
For I know, today or tomorrow i'll make it there.

We don't have to hate what we have been doing,
Until unless you are clear of what you have to be doing.

Be happy for you live to make a change,
Be a change such that many who live can gauge.

(Feel the change when u r young. learn d change)

LUNCH TIMES....

Hunger strikes me at 12 noon,
Munching in Sarjapur canteen is such a boon,
Happily thus, I pick up my lunch box as I head down,
To witness the ones engrossed in a pretty gown.

Is it food or is it something else,
What strikes first is never known, stomach and mind taking a guess,

Looking at me my friends feel I am in a mess.

Hundreds of them flock together, eternal beauty to which they are blessed,
Digging the wardrobes, elegant and cool they come dressed.

So then I grab a seat from where the view is clear,
Always wishing to have each one of them coming near.

Peeping into those monitors for the whole of the morning my eyes being to burn,
Whilst at lunch they feel the cool, from hotspots giving it a 360 turn.

Why don't you eat my fellows question me,
Lost I would be, watching them live in glee.

Every mouthful doesn't just seem to be keen,
Until unless atleast one is seen.

So many to watch and so much to digest,
Of the flock I only check the latest.

Several of them hidden within the rest,
It doesn't take much time to figure out the best.

Time goesby watching them as i eat,
Hoping such, that one day we would meet.

I keep no wrong thoughts when i see you,
Just to admire the beauty,cos you are one of the few.

Well thanks to all of them for passing by,
Sincerely speaking and I wouldn't lie,
As to eat every bit of my lunch, when i always make a cry,
You still you give me the energy which doesn't die.

Saawan...

Saawan ka hai ye mahina,
Parantu ehsaas nahi hota barish ke bina.

Shayad ho gaya hai wo ek zaamana,
Jab barish ke rang raliyon mein doob ke karte the hum, nach gaana.

Wo ghar bheeg ke aana,
Wo mummmy ka pyaar aur paapa ka daantna.

Geele kapdoon pe darwaze ke kone mein kade hoke kaapna,
Phir, sukhe kapde pehenkar, apni aaram kurshi pe bait kar garam chai peena.

Vipreet varsha mein bhi dostoon ke saath cricket ya football khelna,
Ek bechare chathe ko teen char logon ka apni aur kheenchna.

Kaam se chutti lekar ghar baitna,
Shaam ko yaar se milne uske daftar tak jaana.

Pavan dev bhi rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the,
Mauj masti kar rahe the mein aur mere yaar, bas saath saath chalte.

Bechari meri wo dost jise saaf karne padte the gaadi ke seeshein,
kintu humari baaton mein kabhi na aati thi rukavatein.

Tha ek din jab hum gali gali mein wo mirchi bechnewale ko dhunda,
Khair jaa pahunche to pata chala, wahan pe bandh ho gaya hai uska dhandha.

Baatein kartein, jab nikalte the hum,
Jacket bhul aane ke humko kabhi na rehta ghum.

Beet gaye wo choti choti khushiyoon wale pal,
ambar kab barsayega hum par jal,
Kidki ke bahar dekh kar hum bhi soch mein doob gaye
ki wo aayega aaj nahi to kal.