Being an unwilling witness to a perfectly staged dogfight between students aspiring for posts in our students assoc. CSA, i decided to scribble down my perception of the whole debacle..(in hindi by the way) 

DISCLAIMER: Some resemblance to persons living maybe intentional, but who cares!

NETAGIRI 

Hui yahan pe ek sabha 

hazaron jo ban gaye gawah

ban ke Nagre, Modi aaye

hasa hasa ke khoob rulaye

na jaane inko kya lalchaye

gala phad yeh khoob chillaye

ek toh bas do ungli uthaye

duja bhagwan ke gunn gaye

aaye manch pe kitne bhaiya

lagi ya doobi sabki naiyya

jaane inhone kya hai sikha

samajhe kise bewakoof kahin ka

Gagan tha bhadka, Prithvi soyi

kyun na inko pooche koi

aage bihari babua aaye

bin pooche hi kaate jaye

phir apne tillu ji aaye

yawn-gyan ka mudda uthaye

hui khatam na meri kavita

abhi toh chunana hai humko neta

aa gaye kal saare nateejay

maar raha adhyapak pj

koi na sunta uski baat

janta rahi thi uski kaat

naare laga rahi thi janta

gayab tha woh Modi banda

jeet gaya ek bihari woh

chadha manch pe bin bole jo 

haarne walon ka dekho chehra

sadma laga ho jaise gehra

humko unse kya hai paana

milo toh bas tum jeeb dikhana

sab sadkon pe ghoome saare

baras rahi hon jaise baharein

wazeer bana jab kal ka kaneez

phadi sabne uski kameez 

mujhko kuch aur nahi hai kehna

aur na tumko hai yeh sehna

khatam kar raha hun kavita

khush hun apna bihari jeeta

Forsaken...

All is gone
All is lost
For the night is upon us
With a silence, a frost

I close my eyes
From fear of light
For when darkness shines
Is when life goes blind.

Was once in my life
I gave away my dream
It’s when I heard
The reaper’s rhyme

The closet doors
The creepy corners
No longer talk to me
Say even fear has honour

The forsaken crowd
Won’t say why
But I understand
They fear the eyes of mine

Please explain..

this post is somwhat inspired from and is a follow-up to a friend's post on movies....
though i'd like to point out that being the patriot that i am(some people would disagree just because i don't know the capital of every freaking state), i have concentrated rather on the charm of the indian movies.....

1. relate-vity -- everyone knows everyone....and always the bad kid turns out a longlost son of a police officer who now is a police commisioner...

2. no matter where the hero shoots, the bad guy's guards die with a freaking headshot.

3. i wonder why the government spends on ammunition...the hero's (6-bullet) pistol never seems to go short of ammo..

4. if in an action flick, the hero has a friend(usually they meet after 20 years as enemies).. he always ends trying to save the hero's mom from the bad guy...(n yeah the lead always gets shot in arm usually right)

5. this one special movie "gunda"(not recommended)... a guy with a freakin 30 inch sword through his stomach runs while the backdrop changes from a desert to a building site to a dock... eventually meeting up with his boss and saying "Bulla! Bulla! Lambu Atte ne mujhe chaku mar diya!!"

and guess what.....the moment Bulla pulls out the sword, the guy dies...(please explain)

6. but dialogues like "main husn ki payti se hawas ki seeti bajata hun" and "Lambu Atte ne tujhe lamba kar diya....maachis ki tilli ko khamba kar diya..!!" sure are priceless...

7. the bad guy is a cut above the rest...always dressed like a fashion disaster...and always with a crazy-ass tagline...
"mogambo khush hua"
"soprano"
"saara shehar humein lion ke naam se janta hai"
"by god dil garden-garden ho gaya"
"bad man itna bad hai ki bachche tak bad banane se darrte hain"
and my personal favourite...
"ganji khopdi don ke hote"

i have restrained from mentioning some of the more funniest ones to avoid censoring...

8. that reminds me.......the next time you see two flowers touching .........(dekh-dekh!! muah-muah chal rahi hai!!)

could'nt think of one..

this post exists merely as an excuse to avoid the malpractice called education....and to have an alibi for that wretched conscience thingy....
i can't recall a time when i worked as much as i was supposed to. its as if satan intervenes to save my lifeforce....its a soothing sickness where you have that nice tingling feeling in your feet......though that's just the tip of the iceberg...

the symptoms(those i suffer from)

1. an insatiable appetite for slumber
2. an unbound hunger
3. a sudden variation in the definition of boring
4. an unparalleled interest in that small cobweb in the corner
5. a rise in the appreciation of beauty around us....precisely a laptop, an ipod(i don't have one but still),a person to talk to for that matter.....
6. that general disregard for all the pioneers of the 19th century or something who immortalized their backyard toil(do i hear shouts of agreement??)
7. a feeling to avoid work by all means(like a blog maybe)-subjected to personal habitude

that i guess ought to convey the message from the deepest layers of my absurdly bigoted head....

now back to education...
tomorrow's the only exam i can score an A....(i can't believe myself... an actual real-time A!!)
-nj

who am i??

"its still the same
its been the same
day after night
always till today

am i a father's pride,
or my mother's smile,
a brother's chum or
the twinkle of a sister's eye

am i smugness
on a friend's face,
or a loathing,
a heartbreak

am i sane
a chap of reason,
or plain simple rabid
with no thoughts humane

its still the same
its been the same
night after day
always till today

for today i know
not all but this
i am a bit sad
and so are you

for today i know
you read my words
being a dimwit when i ask
"Who am I??" "
-nj

PS: no offence.... :P

metamorphosis in humans....

SATURDAY 8pm : the trek is going to be awesome...

SUNDAY
8am: lets go people...
11am: lets walk to the top...i think there's a way to the waterfall...
11:05 am: oh fck, i'm tired..(that was probably me)
12:35 pm: eh keep walking....
1:30 pm: just go back to the bus(motherfather)...
1:35 pm: yeeeeeaa WATERFALL!!!
1:40 pm: yeea Waterfall! (note the drop)
1:45 pm: waterfaaall...(sigh)
1:50 pm: where's the waterfall??
1:55 pm: water PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE fall!!
2 pm: m so freakin tired....#$#@$#
2:05 pm: fck it....fck everything..
2:10 pm: i quote "i guess i am too freaking tired to complain..."

you can surely see the change in human behaviour due to the ever-increasing excitement levels.....
so you see...... never ever go anywhere when you have no clue whatsoever about the damn place......
because you observe the thrill of trekking at an unknown location lasts for exactly 25 minutes(note 1:35 - 2 pm) with an uncertainity of 5 mins...
and you might have already guessed...WAS no waterfall.....!!!

but justice was rendered.....after several hours of worthless efforts the trek did end in a waterfall....payback's a bitch they say....
-nj

PS: also always follow in a dog's footsteps....

i'm good.....!!!

this one's somehow a really important one to me...
because...
it says what i want to do bt am too lazy to do.....
venky suggested that i put this on my blog....so....

"i wonder why
this strikes me hard
my mind ain't weak
but my thoughts are scarred

if it starts with a step
of virtue or vice
my actions are mine
showing fate's demise

i am not a bad soul
i never was
just held as guilty
for a misunderstood cause

i hate the world
that being a judge
has branded me dirty
as a blotch,a smudge

the sun is dead
but the moon shines on
it is a dead heart
where hope is born

i shall rise
i shall not run
i may be lonely
but am not the only one

aeons may pass
for the tables to turn
but i must add
that change has begun"

i guess i come up with goodstuff when am sad or angry....though i want to try it out when am high....
may end up writing useless matter but always worth a try....
anyways who cares....;)
-nj

my first time

i wanna go home....how in d world did i end up here??
all my life i've dreamt of going places, meeting new people.....
bin dere, done dat........sucks!!
i miss my home or rather d food......
i miss my friends who'd go around with me cursing the boring life we have.....
now i gotta face the these bad times which exclusively refer to "EXAMS"....
i gotta do things i have bin doing all my life no matter how loathingly....ie. "STUDY"
i wonder who gave these people the right to go after every kid n piss him\her off.....!!

note the optimistic attitude towards life......

here's something i wrote....(i write poems i forgot to mention)

"i hate the world
that being a judge
has branded me dirty
as a blotch,a smudge"

quite true....
this sounds like a totally wasted dumbfck verion of me......
something i can never ever imagine to have become some 2 years earlier....
but i think sometimes uncharacteristic laziness, total ignorance and mindlessness lead you to paths of amazing blissfulness.... ;)

-nj.