I did it again

Yes...I hurt my leg again. Last Sunday I had a projector screen stand dropped on my leg and it was a bad soft tissue damage. Its better now...no pain while walking but the region of impact still hurts.

I have this very 'special' gift of hurting my leg (over and over) x 'n' times again. Once during my college days I hurt my leg 4 times in 2 months. The fourth time when I went to the doctor, he raised his hands and told my mom to take me to an astrologer or get some puja done for me to heal my leg.

During the TTC, (I had a ligament tear then) Vidya was advising me to undergo the past life process (Its a process that you can undergo after doing the Art of Living Part 1 program). We discussed some very hilarious scenes about my past lives and the leg, like - in one of my past life, my last word might have been 'Oh my leg' and hence its still haunting me, or I might have tickled someone's leg and hence am carrying a curse, and many more.

I'm actually going to take Vidya's advice and am planning to go for the past life process. Lets hope that the leg problem is solved soon.

YES! @ Bansawadi

Just finished a YES! course in Banaswadi last week. The course was amazing and so were the experiences of all the participants, including me. A big thanks to Vivek for giving me this opportunity.



A collection of a few poems written by the YES! participants.

The first two are from Anarghya.

God:

God is everywhere, don't look for him!
God is in your heart, ever look for him!
God is in your soul, never cheat yourself!
God is in your mind, don't be blind!
God is with you, never seek for him elsewhere!

Nature

Nature is God's gift
It has all things bright and beautiful
Somethings great and some small
All things wise and wonderful
God made them all

God gave us a beautiful pair of eyers
A charming face and tounges that we might tell
Got made them all

He made the bird that sings
He made their colorful wings
He made tiny little creatures who crawl slowly
The great God made them all

This one is from Apoorva...

When a cool breeze strikes me
I feel the life so pleasant
But a question arises, 'Is this alone what is life?'

When heavy rays of sun falls on me
I feel the life is so tiring
But a question arises,'Is this alone what is life?'

When I see a fast flowing river
I feel the life is also so fast
But a question arises,'Is this alone what is life?'

But then I feel that this is not alone what is life?
Yes, the life's also beautiful

There are two more...will update them soon

Dhamaka and Utsah Snaps

Dhamaka and Utsah as seen through the camera. Finally uploaded them.

Slowly descending…

Its been 3 days since I returned from TTC. All this time I am just reliving the moments of TTC. It was difficult for me to get back into the office mode. It was difficult to accept the fact that I need to sit in front of a monitor for 8 hours in a day when there is so much work (seva) to be done. I was wondering if I should quit and become full time. Thoughts like ‘Why should I work?’, ‘Why do I need a family?’, etc kept popping in and out. But each time something like this would happen, Guruji’s words (not verbatim) that ‘Each one has a role to play’ kept coming back to me. And gradually the TTC hangover is wearing off!! Today I could put in some useful work in office. I need to pull up socks here – the project is starting in full swing and I’m the least equipped person.

Meantime, I managed to collect a couple of amazing songs that I heard in TTC. Naiharawa and Saiyyan were easy (got from Kailash Kher’s albums). You fill up my senses (TTC1), Tu Maane Ya Na Maane Dildara, Shaboon Ke Jungle Mein and Duma Dum Mast Kalandar were a little difficult. I had to extract the mp3 from the video. I am still looking for Tumse O Jori and Shivoham (both my TTC1 favorites). Need to update my iPod with all this.

Back from TTC

Its pretty difficult to describe a TTC. The experience, the learning, the fun, the masti, the knowledge… is so much that words fall short while writing about them.

And since I was doing the Art Excel and YES TTC, the masti, fun and dance just doubled. Mala with her child like enthusiasm, Shreya with her accents and imitations… the Awesome Twosome. Top it with the experiences of Children’s Kriya and the YES Home Kriya, 4 Padmasadhanas - totally mind blowing. To this add some dance, Arabic and Chinese music, all AE & YES games, 3 birthdays with cake and chocolates, playing pranks on the Hindi group and Part 1s (the ‘aratis’), organizing a fun fare, screening of a movie, etc – that was my TTC 2. It felt more like an extended party than TTC.

Now I’m back to office and all I can think about is the memories of the TTC. I look at the watch and think, ‘Oh! this time we were doing sadhana/dancing/yoga nidra…’.

And…I can now take Art Excel and YES courses. Honored to be an Art of Living Teacher – ‘Guru ka tota’ like Rishi Nityapragyaji says.

A Family Pattern

Looking back at my maternal family tree, I observed a pattern there - which me and my sister have unknowingly broken.My great grandmother was a Maharastrian married to a Kannadiga. She then got her daughter (my grandmother) married back into a Maharastrian family. My grandmother got my mother married back into a Kannadiga family. So, to keep the pattern alive, either Arati or me must have married into a Maharastrian family. Arati married back into a Kannada family (Vikas speaks pretty decent Marathi but that doesn't qualify him to be a Maharastrian) and I am married into a Tamil Nadu settled Kannada family.

Arati's Surprises!!!!!

A couple of days ago Arati called me. She sounded very excited (she usually is). After the initial how-are-yous, she said she wanted to tell me something (even more excited!). I told her to continue. Then she dropped her standard statement - "Sangu ka noko" (Should I tell or not). I knew she had some stupid surprise up her sleeve. "I have a surprise for you. I have got you a birthday present!!", she continued. I thanked her and asked her what she got. "I wanted it to be a surprise but I got you a watch", she blurted out.

There she goes...again. Every time my sister plans a surprise or buys a gift for me, she has to blurt it (basically goof up) before the occasion. Till date she has never surprised me.

A couple of years ago, she planned a surprise birthday party with Arvindh for me. She took the pains of calling all my friends, ordering a cake, hiding in Aparna's place till 11.30pm, etc...but finally goofed it all up. Most things went according to her plan - Arvindh convinced me to sleep early and ensured that I was in bed by 11pm. Sometime later I heard a mobile ring. I thought it was 12 pm and Arati was calling to wish me (she always does that). As I woke up, I realized it wasn't my mobile, the ring tone was none other than - Arati's!! I came out of my bedroom to see her, Arvindh and Aparna arranging the cake!!!! One of my friends was calling to ask if it was time to come in!! It was 5 minutes to midnight and there went her surprise party!!

I guess my biggest surprise will be when she can actually pull off a surprise on me!!!

Mom knows all...

The first time my parents left my sister and me alone at home and went for a pilgrimage tour, we both were thrilled by the independence. Three days all by ourselves!!!

The first evening, we decided we'll go out for a snack (the usual sev puri at our favorite roadside vendor in Mallershwarm). We cooked some rice and decided we'll come home and have some curd rice. We went and had sev puri to our hearts content. On the way back we had some ice creams also. By the time we came back home it was 8pm, way past our usual deadline. When were climbing the stairs to our house, we smelt something burning. The moment we opened the door of our house, we knew we were in trouble. We had forgotten to turn off the cooker. It was all burnt, total black. I was surprised the neighbors hadn't noticed. (Later got to know that they had been out.) The house was smelling of the burnt rice. We put some 5-6 aggarbatis in the house. The cooker was still black, we soaked it in water overnight and asked Vasantha (our maid) to wash it. We also made her promise that she won't tell our mother about it.

We let a sigh of relief on third day - things were back to normal. The cooker was clean, the house wasn't smelling. Time to welcome Mummy and Pappa home. We opened the door, Mummy enters and says, "What did you burn?"!!!!!!

You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can't fool mom :)

Cough - Home remedies.

Cough has been my loyal companion since childhood. After having tried many different medicines and remedies, I met a Ayurveda doctor who prescribed some simple diet restrictions for me. The day I don't follow the restrictions, the cough is back, but leaves in a couple of days.

As a result of my long association with cough, I have had a lot of people give me different remedies. From auto drivers to maids, from college lecturers to bus drivers, from aunts to neighbors, all have advised me. Most of them have helped. Below is a list of some of them which helped me.

• The best home remedy for cough is gargling and steaming. Gargling with warm salt water or even with mouth wash helps. Steaming with a little eucalyptus oil added to the water does wonder for both cough and cold.
  
• Tulsi-Ginger tea soothes your throat and clears chest congestion. In two glasses of water add generous amount of tulsi and some squashed fresh ginger Boil till water becomes 1 glass. Add jaggery if needed. Drink hot.
• Fresh ginger juice mixed with honey is good to clear chest congestion.
  
• Honey with freshly ground pepper powder gives relief from throat irritation.
  
• A piece of clove or some sugar crystals suppresses the cough. Not a cure though but helpful nevertheless.
  
• A glass of milk with honey/turmeric in the night is also a decent cure.

Make sure that you have warm liquids only.

This is just a compilation from my experiences. Hope it helps.

A walk down the memory lane...

I had written this a couple of years back. Its my memories of my college life. Found this when I was cleaning my yahoo inbox.

Gone are those days when we used to sit in parking lots around Bangalore...
Gone are those days when we drove around Bangalore in our bikes...
Gone are those when we used to be chucked out of canteens...
Gone are those days when we had lunch in Tatha's class...
Gone are those days when we played DC in class....
Gone are those days when Sowmya would sigh in DJ's class...
Gone are those days when we set our timetable and also the portions...
Gone are those days when fought for marks...
Gone are those days when we would go to canteen at 8.30 in the morning...
Gone are those days when we experimented in Sweta's kitchen...
Gone are those days when we would go for boating in the rain...
Gone are those days when Aamir Khan was more important than some experiments in the lab...
Gone are those days when we whistled our heart out when Aamir came on screen...
Gone are those days when we could talk for hours on phone after college...
Gone are those days when Nrutya was the only one attending Bullet's classes...
Gone are those days when Sumana used to decorate our names in our books...
Gone are those days when Sneha used to correct our English...'tonight'...
Gone are those days when Sweta would be the 'teacher' for all of us...
Gone are those days when Aparna would score 25 even without studying...
Gone are those days when Sowmya would enter the a class instead of the loo...
Gone are those days when you all kidnapped me to Benergatta...
I can go on writing...but my vision's blur now...having tears in my eyes...
Hope you all have taken a walk down the memory lane.

2006 - The year gone by...Part 2

I spoke about the year gone by in my life. Lets have a broader vision. A overall look at the important events in 2006.

In my opinion, the biggest thing that rocked India this year was the reservation issue. The AIIMs doctors are still waging a lone battle. The ridiculous reservation was introduced by Arjun Singh to win the minority votes. There were numerous demonstrations and there was some modification in the bill, but the reservation based on caste still exists. If reservation is needed, have it based on economic status, not caste.

The other thing was the nuclear deal with US. I don't know much about it. It just didn't generate enough curiosity in me to read/follow the whole story. From whatever little I understand, US had to have this more than India. It gives them an alliance with India now. Something in my humble opinion, they need more than we do.

Then there were protests - Jessica Lal murder case, Singur issue, Narmada dam issue and many more. Jessica Lal case needs a special mention. This was the first time that the decision of the court had to be revised based on the public power. This year also saw the verdict of 1993 Bombay blasts and the Parliament attacks(This reminds me of the ongoing protest against hanging of Afzal.). Talking about blasts, there were more blasts in Mumbai on July 11th. Pray that no such things happen this year.

The sensex touched the 14000 mark this year. Narayan Murthy retired. The industrialist India did a lot of expensive shopping. Lakshmi Mittal bought Arcelor, Tatas have almost got Corus.

In sports, rather in cricket, India started with a high but ended disastrously. Hopefully their fortunes will change this year. With the world cup in a few months, they better pull up their socks. Elsewhere Shane Warne continued his battle with Murlitharan for the maximum scalps. Glenn MacGrath and Shane Warne announced their retirement. India did pretty well in the Asian games. Jeev Milkha Singh became the 1st Indian eligible to play in Masters golf.

Movies - there was pretty good variety this year. It was the year of remakes and sequels. The movies that stood out include Rang De Basanti , Lage Raho Munnabhai, Krrish, Pyar Ke Side Effects, Khosla Ka Ghosla, Dhoom 2 and Omkara. My awards will go to Hrithik Roshan (Best Looking and Best Male Actor) and Kareena Kapoor (Best Female Lead - Omkara), Saif Ali Khan(Best Villain), Mallika Sherawat and Rahul Bose (Best Onscreen couple) and Bipasa Basu (Best Item no. - Beedi song).

These are the events that have left an impression in my limited memory. I may have missed out a quite a few significant ones, but hey, this is my blog!!

2006 - The year gone by...

Another year has passed leaving behind some good and bad memories. The good news is that there are more memories to cherish than regret.

At the personal front, I finally got a steady job that paid me my worth - not some internship where I slogged for meagre pay. I also finished and submitted my project work for masters degree - something that I should have done last year. Financially, I had more money this year than I had in my entire career. So, I have been tempted to spend lavishly - the temptation to which I have scummed many times. Yet, I can say that I have a decent saving in bank by the year end.

This year AOL celebrated 25years. What a lavish celebration!! I was as usual with RDP for setting of stalls during the event. I thoroughly enjoyed each and every moment - the pre-planning for the stalls, the n number of mails exchanged to decide on a matter, the chupke-se taking printout in office, the fights and disagreements, the collecting volunteers for the stalls, the setting up of the stalls, the stall allocation and strategic planning for the same, the sales - over all everything. Guruji celebrated his 50th birthday this year.

This was also the year of babies - many of my friends and acquaintances had babies. Foremost among them is Priya and Sweta. Then there was also Esha, Aishwarya and many more.

The saddest moment was when Ie passed away. Its a loss that can't be explained. To see Pappa cry, to see him look at Ie's photo with pain in his eyes is something without words.

I also lost 2 mobiles this year. Finally have decided to survive on second-hand mobiles. At least won't feel too bad when I lose them.

A new year dawns, and time for some resoultions. Joint first on the list has to be to get the driving license and proper exercise. Others come in a random order later.

Bhanu didi, Narayan Murthy and Nandan Nilekani

Yesterday I had the privilege to share a table with all the three esteemed people mentioned above. I unwillingly attended a wedding which played hosts to these people.

One of the Arvindh's acquaintances' (Manju) daughter was getting married and since he is taking a course, I was to represent us in the wedding. I didn't know Manju, but went along because - first, Tithi was coming (It was long time since I spoke to her) and second, the wedding was at Taj West End. I wasn't even dressed for the occasion.

I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Mrs. Sudha Murthy welcoming the guests. Then Tithi told me that Murthys and Manju's family are friends. Manju's husband was also a part of Infosys for sometime.

The bride and groom could give a complex to Amitabh and Jaya Bachchan - the groom was about 6'6" and the bride was just 5'!!! We met Bhanu didi and Sens and were hanging around her. After we wished the couple, Mrs. Sudha Murthy was there again to graciously request us to proceed for dinner. For the first course, we shared the table with Bhanu didi. A honour. (For those who don't know, Bhanu didi is Guruji's sister and a very senior teacher of Art of Living courses.) She had very little (just curd rice) and left soon.

By the time we served ourselves the second round, our table was taken. We found a table with a couple of chairs free and seated ourselves there. We put our plates down and look up to see Narayan Murthy and Nandan Nilekani seating almost opposite to us. With them there was K. Dinesh and someone called Paddy. We put our heads down and had our dinner. I wanted to say something, but nothing came to my mind. I kept thinking about Arvindh - I'm sure he would have loved to speak to them. I tried to overhear the conversation the greater mortals across the table were having - they were speaking something about the Croatian President and then about some land in Chennai. And they didn't eat much, NRN had only bowl of curd and we were hogging away!!

This is surely one story for my grandchildren. Well, its not everyday you share a table with such distinguished people!!

Tamil and me

From my childhood, I have been surrounded by Tamils. Well if you grow up in Bangalore you'll have at least a couple of Tamilian friends. But Tamil never invoked any interest in me, no offence please but I have always resisted learning the language.

In school, I had 3 close friends (Anitha, Arati and Nita) or best friends like we called them then, who were Tamilians. During my middle school, I spent a lot of time with Nita and picked a bit of Tamil from her. Then I picked more Tamil from Anitha - we used to study together during 10th standard. In college, Sowmya and Sumana represented the Tamilian community in my life. But we always spoke in English and I was happy to forget whatever Tamil I knew. But I watched Tamil movies. With filmmakers like Mani Rathnam, its difficult to keep away from them.

Then came Arvindh. I agreed to meet him because he was from Bombay and thought that he would speak Marathi. He said that they (his forefathers) were Kannadigas settled in Tamil Nadu but he was born and raised in Bombay. He spoke a bit of Marathi, fair enough. But after marriage I felt that its the other way round - they were Tamilians who spoke a bit of Kannada - they speak Kannada with a Tamil accent and a lot of Tamil mixed in it, they watch only Tamil channels and movies (Hindi and English too, but no Kannada), they read Tamil magazines - I'm the only one in the family who can read Kannada!! Once one of his uncles suggested that I learn Tamil, I smiled and resisted.

In MS also, my roommate was Mallika, a staunch Tamilian. But my resistance was almost broken when I decided to go to Chennai for my MS project. The project was too good to resist. I dug out whatever little Tamil I knew and picked up some more words. I managed pretty well. I could negotiate with the auto drivers there, bargain at shops or basically, learnt enough to survive.

I almost broke my resolve when Gurudev spoke to me in Tamil. I understood whatever he said and answered in my limited Tamil. I decided it was time to break the resolve, but the interest faded when the next time I spoke to HIM, it was in English and thankfully HE answered in English.

But that urge to learn is creeping in again. The resolve not to learn is turning to resolve to learn. I am slowly and consciously picking a few words here and there and registering them in my memory. Who knows, in a couple of months, I might speak fluent Tamil. So much for my resistance!!! All it needed was Sri Sri.

The Cow Essay

I first got this cow essay forward when I was in college. Aparna had taken a printout of it and the seven of us used to sit in the parking lot and laugh over it. A couple of days ago, I got the same forward again. Posting it...enjoy!!

Note:There are no typos in this essay. Everything is legal and as it was written in the exam.If you develop cramps reading this or find your English gone haywire after reading this, please dont blame me :-)
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CALCUTTA's Telegraph has got hold of an answer paper of a candidate at the recent UPSC examinations. The candidate has written an essay on the Indian cow:

"The cow is a successful animal. Also he is quadrupud, and because he is female, he give milk,but will do so when he is got child.He is same like God,sacred to Hindus and useful to man.But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards.

"His whole body can be utilised for use. More so the milk. What can it do? Various ghee, butter,cream, curd, why and the condensed milk and so forth. Also he is useful to cobbler, watermans and mankind generally.

"His motion is slow only because he is of asitudinious species. Also his other motion is much useful to trees, plants as well as making flat cakes in hand and drying in the sun. Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating. Then afterwards she chew with his teeth whom are situated in the inside of the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in the grass.

"His only attacking and defending organ is the horn, specially so when he is got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards.

"He has got tails also, but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the flies which alight on his cohoa body whereupon he gives hit with it.

The palms of his feet are soft unto the touch. So the grasses head is not crushed. At night time have poses by looking down on the ground and he shouts his eyes like his relatives, the horse does not do so.

"This is the cow."

P.S.: We are informed that the candidate passed the exam.

Buttering the toast

Today morning when I was buttering the toast remembered a very funny incident from my hostel days.

In the mess everyday we would get toast and butter (rationed - only 1 spoonful) for breakfast. There were other items like idli, dosa, pongal etc, but after tasting them, I decided to stick to bread and butter for the rest of my hostel stay. Over a period of time, I mastered the act of dividing the given butter equally among my 3 toasts. I would first methodically and neatly apply the butter to the toasts and then eat them with the newspaper in my other hand.

Anyway, one day while was going through this routine, a girl sitting in front of me was observing intently. When I pickedup the newspaper, she interrupted me and asked, 'Have you studied in a boarding school?'. I gave her a puzzled no. She went back to her coffee. Now it was my turn to interrupt her. I enquired, ' Why do you ask so?'. She smiled back and explained, 'I saw you buttering your toast so neatly, so thought you might be from a boarding school'. When I still had a puzzled look she explained, ' You know, in boarding schools they teach you all this'. I was still baffled. She went on,' One of my friends was telling me. She is from a boarding school'. ' I'm late. Bye', she said and left.

I finished my toast and went straight to Mallika (she had studied in a boarding school) and told her this incident and asked her if they actually taught buttering the toast in boarding schools. She too was amazed by what I said. She said that in her school, breakfast with toasts buttered would be kept ready on the dining table. I tried to catch the girl again, but didn't find her around and after a few days I forgot about the incident. Until of course today morning.

Another nostalgic forward...

This is another nostalgic forward I got - 2 in 2 days...have been living in the past for the past 2 days!!! This one is from Ajay. Some guy in his office has written it. Really a wonderful message.

When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket

When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime ...

When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'..

When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling ...

When there was just one tv in every five houses and When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle ...

When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day ...

When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them...

When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and papas while slapping/beating us ...

When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes ...

When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ...

When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us ...

When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...

When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work ...

When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against 'reynolds and family' ...

When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' ...

When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...

When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home...

When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream and papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ...

When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents ...

the list can be endless ...on the serious note…...

When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and 'deciding' ...

When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerily ...

When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future...

When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak...

When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean getting vulnerable to the listener ...

When blacks and whites were the favourite colors instead of greys ...

When journeys also were important and not just the destinations ...

When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...

I really miss these...do u?

Nice one na...

Nostalgic forward

Sowmya sent me this forward. Really was moved by this. Reminded me of the good ol' college days. This is how it goes...

Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse,
aage ke sapne saja rakhe the naajane kab se...
bade utavle the yahaan se jaane ko,
zindagi ka agla padaav paane ko...
par naa jane kyon, dil mein aaj kuch aur aata hai,
waqt ko rokne ka jee chahta hai...
jin batoin ko lekar rote the hum,
unhi par hansi aati hai ab...

na jaane kyon aaj un palon ki yaad bahut aati hai...
kaha kart tha badi mushkil se chaar saal seh gaya,
par aaj kyon lagta hai ki kuch peeche reh gaya...
kahi ankahi hazaaron batein reh gayi,
na bhoolne wali kuch yaadein reh gay...
meri taang ab kaun kheencha karega,
sirf mera sir khane kaun mera peecha karega...
jahaan 2000 ka hisaab nahin wahaan 2 rupay ke liye kaun ladega,
kaun raat bhar saath jag kar padega...
Kaun meri gaadi mujse pooche bina le jayega,
kaun mere naye naye naam banayega...
mein ab bina matlab kis se ladoonga,
bina topic ke kisse faalto baat karoonga...
kaun fail hone par dilasa dilayega,
kaun galti se number aane par gaaliyaan sunayega...

aise dost kahaan milenge...
jo khai mein bhi dhakka de aayein,
par fir tumhein bachane khud bhi kood jayein...
mere gaano se pareshaan kaun hoga,
kabhi muje kisi ladki se baat karte dekh hairaan kaun hoga...
kaun kahega saale tere joke pe hansi nahin aai,
kaun peeche se bula ke kahega aage dekh bhai...
movies mein kiske saath dekhhonga,
kis ke saath boring lectures jheloonga...
mere certificates ko raddi kehne ki himmat kaun karega,
bina dare sachi rai dene ki himmat kaun karega...
stage par ab kis ke saath jaoonga,
juniors ko faltoo ke lectures kaise sunaonga...
achanak bin matlab ke kisi ko bhi dekh kar paglon ki tarah hansna,
aur fir anjaan rahoin pe saath main fasna...

na jaane ye fir kab hoga,
keh do doston ye dobaara sab hoga...
doston ke liye professor se kab lad payenge,
kya hum ye fir kar payenge...
raat ko 2 baje poha khane kaun jayega,
tez gaadi chalane ki shart kaun lagayega...
kaun muje mere kabiliyat par bharosa dilayega,
aur jyada hawa mein udne par zameen pe layega...
meri khushi mein sach mein khush kaun hoga,
mere gam mein muj se jyada dukhi kaun hoga...

meri ye kavita kaun padega,
kaun ise sach mein samjega...
bahut kuch likhna abhi baaki hai,
kuch saath shayad baaki hai...
bas ek baat se dar lagta hai doston,
hum anjnabi na ban jayein doston...
zindagi ke rangon mein dosti kar rang feeka na pad jaye,
kahin aisa na ho doosre rishton ki bheed mein dosti dum tod jayye...
zindagi mein milne ki fariyaad karte rehna,
agar na mil sakein to kam se kam yaad karte rehna...

hans lo aaj ji bhar kar,
un paloin main kho jao...
main bhi is hansi ko apne dil mein basa loonga...
aur jab yaad aayegi tumhari,
yahi hansi lekar thoda muskura loonga...