A little something.... Another wedding

A friend of mine recently decided to end his life.... Do not look at me the way you are looking at me right now. I am not against marriage or wat follows. I might probably get married myself someday. I just don't understand why. Anyways... Indian weddings rule. So many customs, my favourite being the one where u get the groom drunk n play sad songs n show him pictures of his ex girlfriends who r too happy after breaking up with him. Never heard of such a custom? U know nothing. Then there r aunties... oh ya aunties.... they rock the wedding... The clothes they wear... the bride just appears to be a sidekick.. Then there r kids... none of which look even remotely like anybody u know who would run around n hug ur legs till u fall... Then there are friends... ya us... We only have one job... to be there to make sure our friend is fine... to make sure he is happy... This is bull crap... We r there to find a cute girl n flirt with her all the time... wat i m trying to point out is that weddings r fun.. So we were all sitting at a corner.... some prayers were goin on n we were trying to show that we r important... we made this happen.... this wedding.... No decent girl would marry our friend... Its all because of us.... A few girls were sitting at another corner... one of them was very pretty.... So i told my friends that i like her... There is a code of conduct amongst guys.... u never hit on a girl ur friend likes... So u have to be very quick before someone else says... So like a loser i am ( anybody who knows me understands this ) i sit there staring at her after small intervals... Waiting for her to just come up n give me her number... She stands up... Starts moving towards us.... pretty fast.... Ya... she saw me.... Now she is just gonna pick a chair and hit me with it till i cry. She stops right in front of me.... Ok... Nobody can blame me here ok... nobody.... U r pretty.... so be ready to be stared... if u did not want me to stare at u just be ugly or just u know dress up like vidya balan... It is not my fault. She looks at me for like 40 secs.... actually stares.... actually it seems that she is waiting for me to burst into pieces... "What" She says. Absolutely nothing.... I donno wats goin on here.... i donno anybody here.... i donno my name either.... u can give me any name. "I don't tolerate such people ok... Staring at girls al the time.... Seriously... such people have nothing to do... They should get a life... " "sorry ma'am... i did not mean to..." "Y r u saying sorry.... I came here to tell u that ur friend over here does not know how to behave" Oh my friend... Ya... Y not.... No... my friends r so cheap i can't even express it in words... They would sell me... i m telling u just to get some attention from girls.... i mean i have seen them take out their tongues when they see a girl outside the mall... They could beg a girl to just pretend that she knew them but they would never stare.... Its against the rules... I m sure she is mistaken here.. But she seemed pretty confident.... So i gave my friends a look "Which one of u bitches dared.... raise ur hand" "I just came to u because u seemed nice.... Please tell them.... All this does not give a good impression" "Don't worry ma'am... These ppl don't have a life... it will be taken care of " She smiled and left without beating up anyone... You are here and u r reading this.... :)

so much love :)

I never grew up

You are to blame

So much love

It was difficult to change.





Remember the rainy day

Everybody had to wait

When u proudly presented your boy

And bragged his american wieght.





chose the best school

waited in lines, early u cooked

Flaunted my little wins

flaws were overlooked.





so much trouble i bring

yet your favourite kid is me

Second to none

n will never be.





I never grew up

You are to blame

So much love

It was difficult to change.

Happy birthday mom(11th oct) n dad(14th oct)

A little something : )

He was standing there with his friends.. near the teachers table discussing the vacations that ended. She comes in. All his friends stop talking. She does not notice. Very slowly she walks to a corner, opens a book n tries to read it. He realises that he has been looking at her since the time she entered the room. He never does that. He finds girls boring. His friends always make fun of girls. His friends started talking about her. n he dint like it. He wanted to shut them up. He walks away. All this is not understood... by him or his friends. He finds himself standing at a corner and looking at her often, making sure she does not come to know. He cracks a not so funny joke that made a few laugh. All this was done to gather attention but she does not notice. He cycles home. Many thoughts circle his mind. All of them related to her. "I hope she is ok... 1st day in school is difficult.. They should make her comfortable, the girls. The teachers are so mean.. i should study from today.. but will she be ok... ya she will be fine.. dont worry..." He realises that he has been thinking a lot.. He does not think much normally. At first it bothers him but he likes it. Thinking about her makes him smile... often.



He thinks he should talk to her " i can do it. i can talk to anyone. But what if i scare her away. i will tell her not to get scared... ya... i will talk to her" He gets up a bit early.. tucks in the uniform neatly, for the first time combs his hair and even sprinkles some of moms perfume. She is sitting at a corner. He decides to not go. But then he walks towards her. He is standing right in front of her. She gets dazzled but manages to smile a bit. He has never been so confused. Its like he his new to the concept of communication. Almost for a minute he stands there looking here n there, thinking of something perfect to say. Yes.. no matter what he thinks of himself ...right now... in front of her he looks like a sheep."Do u have an extra pen?" Ya... this is the perfect thing to say. She takes out a pen n gives it to him. He takes the pen n walks away. The story of he n she does not end here... its just about to begin!!

Happy birthday dear : ))

Ok… This begins a day before ur birthday…. U r tired, u worked all day. All u want is a good nights sleep, lets be clear,, u don’t want love… u don’t want flowers, u just want to sleep. So u close ur eyes n then u start thinking. u think of the people who r going to call u at midnight.. Includes people who really love u, others who have nothing better to do, a few who have a crush on u (stop blushing, nobody has a crush on u …:)) so u r thinking about it n u don’t realize its almost midnight, ur phone rings . U don’t recognize the number..
“Heyyy…. Happy birthday…..!”
“Thanks man!”
“Dude… am I the first one to call u? common tell me…. Tell me… : )”
“Yes u r …oh my God…. u win a special prize… congratulations… Btw r u gay?”
He is some random person u don’t even recognize n u cant ask the person who he is because that’s rude.
So… its almost midnight… u r gonna get old in a few moments.. u r talking to a person u don’t even know n u don’t know what to talk about..
.Then it happens… The special person calls… U talk to the special person.. U blush a lot n u r glad that its ur birthday! So that’s it… The good part is over… . The phone rings again n u r told that u have to come out of ur house because u deserve a celebration n ur friends r generous people who got a chocolate cake for u.. U know whats gonna happen, but u still go down… pretending to smile.. Fake smiles help u in such situations.. This is the time when u realize that u r not allowed to kill anybody,,, as much u want it, cant do it… The cake appears yummy n everybody appears to be good but all of a sudden they turn into retard devils n start throwing cake at u n start dancing.. U try to run but u lose in the numbers game(plus also because they r crazy n powerful).. Finally, pleased by their own performance they leave u exploited.. So u take a shower around 1 am n go back to bed again… U finally get some sleep… Ur phone rings again… Its 3am.. Somebody who was playing poker logged into a social networking site n realized it was ur birthday. N she was so upset because she forgot that she called u right away. There r many things u want to say to her but u just tell her how happy u r to receive a call from her n that u were really waiting for her to call n that u were also wondering y she dint call u as soon as u became old n that if she hadn’t called u by 3am it would have been the end of the world.
So finally after feeling so special u go to sleep…
: )
Birthdays r fun… n u really feel special… N I like people who love birthdays..
So don’t hate me for this…

This moment!

This moment...
I dont feel sorry for the millions of things i could not do
rather am glad that am doing something that my heart likes .

This moment..
I am not scared, i know i might fail,
but will i ever know if i could win..

This moment..
I have forgiven, myself and everybody.
I know there r flaws.. but then i also know beautiful is the heart.

This moment..
I dont want to cry, i want to smile that too genuinely
People who love me want that too. it makes them happy.

This moment..
I dont want to hate, i want to love.
they might be mean or unreasonable, but all need love.


This moment!!!!


This moment is all i have... Nobody can take it away from me....

The Life that sucks : ))

When u r a kid u r fat. Yeah…HA HA HA. Its not that u r gonna burst , just fat. So when u go to school everybody calls u fat and girls don’t like u. People don’t share their tiffins with u. U don’t study. Because its so damm boring. Its because u don’t care y Hitler was so cool, u don’t care about Pythagoras who liked triangles, u don’t care about how tall is Everest because u r not gonna climb it anyways, u don’t care about Newton who actually had time to sit under the tree n wait for apples to fall on his head so that he could finally understand that all of us are not flying. ie u don’t like studies n so u don’t do them and so everybody hates u.. Teachers tell u how good everybody else is n that u should study or kill urself. Ur parents tell u that if u don’t get a 98 % they wont get u a video game. So u never get a video game. Then u get to the 10^th grade which is meant to be for studies. So ur friends laugh at u saying that u might become a barber or may be a bus conductor. U don’t want to be any of these so u study. U study n u get a good score, u shock the world. Ur teachers don’t believe it, people who dint score well hate u, n ur family thinks u r einstien. Ur family is full of doctors so everybody wants u to be one too. N since they think u r einstien it makes sense. But u want to be a criminal lawyer. So u tell ur family, n they shout at u as if u did not even say “lawyer” as if u just want to be a “criminal”. N now even u think u r the king of the world n that u can do anything, so u take up all the subjects possible n then from the first day u try to study for 26 hrs a day.. Plus u also join a gym because u want to look cool. Obviously u end up screwing everything because u r not actually the king of the world, its just wat u think. So now , when u had got a decent score n u had lost a few pounds n girls had started liking u a bit u screw up everything because u don’t want to screw up anything . So the crap life begins again, u r fat, u don’t like studies, n now u r not a doctor too so everybody hates u like 10 times more. u r like the abandoned kid …So u start going crazy… n sad… n then everybody tells u that u r good for nothing,,, n then u start believing that u r good for nothing… N then somebody tells u about a course called chartered accountancy,, which is difficult but then u become rich. So u take an oath in ur room with dim lights n a candle(which goes off again n again because of the special effects of the wind) that u r going to be an awesome chartered accountant. So u try… n because u r such a sad human being ur brain does not work that well.. But u manage somehow n u do a fair job….But then u r still so hopeless that ur friends tell u to drink beer n meet girls. Which u don’t because u r a good person. So they hate u too….

(phew!!)

: ) u screwed it all n u r still smiling……

This is my life…. May be I suck big time at times,,, but am I not unbelievably awesome : )) n this is just the beginning…..

The Game

 This is a tale of two friends, the best of friends. One was a king, mighty as his name yet humble and sane. The other an underdog. Nothing did he have but a dream to be the best, the best he could be.

"I shall defeat u, i shall be better. Dont smile... fight me rather."

The king accepted, he wanted his friend to know, battles are fought by the great not by the people made of snow.

"I pray for competition, give ur best, oh friend destiny shall alter the rest."

Down went the underdog who went without practice.

Laughed the man as loud as he could at the poor mans chrisis.

"i am gold, u iron. U should run away. This field is for lions."

"u are wise the people say, never advice an underdog to run away."

Day n night he fought for his dream.

"I want my dignity, how long has it been."

The second battle and the king wasnt astound. He knew he had pinched the right nerve. Underdog had raised the game , excuses not found.

Like equals they stood, the king was just a little ahead. It was time for the final battle, wise things were said.

"U made me learn by laughing at my pain. I am now living again. But i will fight now because its not glory that u want nor the fame u just want to play ur best game."

The dust had settled, the smoke was clear, in place was everything. Only one thing had changed, nobody believed, the underdog had defeated the king. The two champions celebrated with happy tears, these men would never live in fear. Because it was never for glory nor for fame, it was all about playing the game.

(Dear king, i hear a lot of " i am a loser and my life sucks" from u.. I am still just an underdog and i will do what we do best and that is to fight. One more time for old times sake... i want u to stand up and fight. Because it was never for glory or for fame... it was always about playing the game.)