Ishq ya dosti?

An attempt to mix hindi with urdu and emotions...

Tera aks hai itna haseen

Ki dekhte reh jaaye sabhi

Hum to mar mite hai tujh par

Ae khuda kya yehi hai zindagi

 

Jab chale hum aaj saath saath

Kuch armaan jaage the mann mein

Soch raha hoon ye pyaar hai ya dosti

Phas gaya hoon kis uljhan mein

 

Aaj jo dekha tumko, dekhte hi reh gaye

Har pal teri aankhon mein hum the khoye

Jaante the hum kal firse furqat hogi

Isi baat par chupke se roye

 

Ye pyaar hai ya dosti hum nahi jaante

Par tum hamesha saath raho yehi dua hai

Jab tak samajh nahi paate tere dil ko

Hum nahi kahenge kisise, ke hume tumse ishq hua hai!!!

Trim II - Fully Loaded!!!

Finally!!! Time for some B-Talk B-Baby!!!

Trim-II has ended, and it’s time for a belated Thanksgiving. Let’s begin with the 5 people who made this trimester worth remembering...

5. Her soft demeanor often got her into arguments with the students, once even escalating into a “don’t-teach-me-your-maths” shouting  contest. But Munni did have a great laugh, and so did we at her expense!!!

4. Jade Goody – Everyone knows who I am referring to, and those who don’t just need to have a look at it… full of gas, the CAR was never out of fuel with her in the driving seat!!!

3. Sunehra badan, haldi chandan… the evergreen prince was in his elements all the time, and his temper fluctuated between extremes. As Subbu aptly sums him up in 3 words - “Yeaaaaa!!! Birrrrrrch Paperrrr!!!”

2. If you have seen Judaai, you will remember Paresh Rawal’s ask-a-question act. And we got  an encore, LIVE!! Dean-o-saurus was terrifying, and made me develop the habit of staying awake in lectures :D… But why am I saying all this? Why not you? You don’t know? How come? Weren’t you there in class? Why not? Don’t you like me? Why don’t you treat everyone as your girlfriend?

1. Im-Parsi-al as he claimed to be, the quizmaster was the highlight of the Trimester and claims the pole position. He claims to know 100s of celebrities, half of them grew up in his arms, and more weirdly… none of them seem to exist!!! His puns were the order of the day and… oh well, why to waste time speaking? After all Boodhimaan ko ishaara kaafi hai!!!

 

On a more personal note, I would like to thank the following people actively involved in my progress(?) in the 2^nd trimester.

1. Charul – You gotta do what you gotta do, and Charul symbolized this perfectly. My savior in FA and Eco :)

1. Sheetal – Negativity can be good!!!

1. Manika – Jai Maharashra!!! The engine of our machine, albeit with a chemical locha…

1. Kunal – The undisputed star of our group… truly, actions speak louder than words…

1. Viraj – Age does not matter, I have competition from all sectors.

1. Gopal – A friend in deed is a friend in every need!!!

1. Pallav – It amazes me how he handles his popularity so modestly…

1.Rahul – How to sleep even after being caught in every lecture à Dogged Determination.

1. Surbhit – Last to be named, but has done most of the damage. Has tried hard to make this lazy talented child active, and the results are beginning to show :) Add this to his constant tips (on everything, from studies to dating to "utilizing my hidden talents") and some dark secrets, and we make a great pair!!!

 

The next one won’t be so boring, till then its adios…

Wishing all a belated Merry Krismuss!!!

The One After The Breakup

I am not happy, I am not sad

So I am either insane or just plain mad

 

Reality is the biggest illusion

All it has done is create confusion

 

I search for you all day long

Stumbling around, while my heart aches a song

 

As I stutter towards the realms of nothingness

I begin to feel my search is meaningless

 

Reality strikes me with an iron fist

As I finally realize you don’t exist

 

The pain is unbearable, I won’t survive

It would be a miracle if I get through this alive

 

The last few moments just seem to be infinite

I am coming God, just give me a minute

"The Agnostic One" Says

Poetry : A form of communication that means evocation of feeling

I have tried to do the same. :)

Hey you up there do you really exist

Or am I resigned to just be a nihilist?

 

There is nothing special about you

You are just a figment of imagination of the few

 

People search for you in fragments of stones

You take pleasure in ripping their bones

 

You are supposed to be kind and forgiving

But you seem more inclined to torturing the living

 

No one worships me, but still I do care

I don’t just sit in a temple and stare

 

No one begs me for mercy, still I do forgive

I am no soul snatcher, I am happy to see others live

 

So God, if you are so desperate to be called divine

Why don’t you give us a reason by matching your deed with mine?

Adios n do check out the next one when it comes :)

B-Back with a B-Bang and a B-Boom!!!

Its B-been a  B-busy year this one, not even the time to write a B-blog. Many B-events took place in the interim : B-byebye to engineering, B-reakups, B-school B-blues, B-boring lectures at NMIMS, lots of B-blithering around… B-But the B-biggest B-event was the one that compelled me to make a comeback : the B-blasts.

B-Talk has and will handle all issues in an outspoken and unbiased manner, rest assured.

It is miserable enough with the power tussles going on within the country (which has left me confused which idiot to vote for), and then a dozen terrorists barge in, shoot down everyone at sight and hold 3 hotels at siege for 62 straight hours. The Army commandos are poorly equipped than the terrorists, and Ratan Tata refuses to give a map of the Taj to the police because “it is my private property”. 2 & a half days and 200+ deaths later we declare that we have won the war against terrorism. The State Home Minister says that such incidents occur in big cities, the terrorists had planned to kill 5000 and we were able to keep the number down. The media goes into frenzy and realizing that he has made a terrible mess of a statement, the Home Minister resigns. Meanwhile the Union Home Minister who is neither proactive nor reactive, in fact he is not even active, finally he performs his first meaningful activity since being elected 4 years ago – he resigns. The Chief Minister is the next on the chopping block, and many more pink slips and resignations will follow.

I have just 2 words to describe the above scenario – UTTER CHAOS. If the Union Government thinks that sacking and restructuring the cabinet is a solution, God save them. If they think this will make the public think that they are trying to do something fruitful, someone tell them that we have grown tired of this politicking. We are Indians, and that is what is holding us back. If we were Russians we would have rioted all over the nation. If we were an African country we would have murdered off the Government and transformed into a banana republic. If we were a European nation we would have taken strong action against the Government officials rather than just sacking them. But we are Indians. And we crib, we shout slogans, we demand for justice, we mourn for our martyrs, and then we forgive. We forgive, and then we forget.

Why? Why do we have to forgive? Isn’t it time we stopped forgiving and forgetting? Isn’t it time we do more than just raise our voice and concerns? Isn’t it time for the terrorists to taste a dose of their own medicine?

Sure, as law abiding citizens we cannot just run rampage over the country. But we can compel (not plead or request) the Government to step up to the task. Enough damage has been done, and this has to be stopped, not controlled. Dawood Ebrahim, the person behind the 1993 blasts is still absconding. Many film stars and politicians have met him, then why not the police pay an official visit? Is it because Dawood will expose all the ministers of their association with him? The Lashkar-e-Toiba has their base in Pakistan, so why hesitate? If the Pak government is unwilling to cooperate, then why should we hold back our guns?

We have many scars, the remnants of the many ignominies we have been through. Let us not have scars this time, let us not let the wounds heal. Let not spirit be a cloak to indifference, let us not move on this time. Let us unite and show those blasted terrorists what a true Indian epitomizes.

Adios till the next one!!!!