My sense of humour is different......

One more Monday morning. I always hated Monday morning but never so much as at present.After 2 days of rest at home now again I am among tik tik of keyboards.Sometimes I think why my company does not pay me for just sitting at home.What a nice weekend it was. My stock of the clothes for the coming week was ready so I had to do no washing.We hired a cook so I had not to bother even about cooking.Two days I kept on lying, sleeping and reading some books.
Oh!!!! I am sooooo lazy.I really relish this trait of me called "laziness".I still remember those sweet days with my 'langotia yaars' when we used to lie down for hours waiting that someone amongst us will get up to have water or to switch on fan, even in month of May and June ( in lucknow's scorching heat).I also remember one noon of May when we all were doing our regular routine (taking rest).One of my friends (my strongest competitor in this field) whom we named "RAJA SUTTAN" said in a low voice (as a loud voice again takes efforts) "Someone, please gimme litle water. I am thirsty." But who could do that as we all were exhausted by 45 Celsius temperature but no one had the guts to switch on the fan.Me and RAJA SUTTAN were almost equally talented but in some areas he was strong and in some, I. His weakness was, he could not tolerate hunger. To have something in his tummy he could either cook or could go to some dhaba (on the cost of giving trouble to his body....hats off to him). My weakness was my everyday eye tonic (perhaps everyone understand this technical word).Every evening I used to go to IT crossing just to look at some beautiful faces ( sometime I used to make failed efforts to woo them).

But my laziness taught me a lot. The most important is every dream comes true on the cost of sacrifice, devotion, will to tolerate and belief in the quote "go for beneficial and not for pleasant" (by Vivekanand).The day I would have got up to switch on fan or to get water to quench my thirst I would have lost battle to RAJA SUTTAN.My sacrifice for laziness and my devotion to laziness make me stand on the par with my friend and competitor RAJA SUTTAN.

I MISS HER......

aaj kal ek pal her waqt mere saath rehta hai..
ek khayaal, ek meetha ehsaas mujhe jeene nahi deta,
her waqt uska hi khayaal hai jehen me aur,
takiye pe mere aansuon ka geelapan mujhe sone nahi deta
raat bhar yaaden idher udher bhatakti rehti hain
wapas aaker uski hi tasweer banati hain
fir her subah....
main khuli ankhon se dekhe gaye sapney ginta hun

Guys are really very smart

I have a good friend of mine who in some cases is dumb but in some case he is really a genius, as in cricket, in his level of bringing humour and specially in cases of girls(now he is not as he is married).Once he got a date with one of her girl friend (point to be noted ).On the day of his date in morning he got late in waking up as its usual for the guys.But one thing is for sure guys may wake late but they never reach late at dating place. So he started hurrying in all the activities i.e. in doing paste, taking bath and doing shave. While he was shaving he got a cut on face and blood started coming out from the scar.Now it was time when he again showed he is a real genius. He used that blood for writing " I LOVE U " on a paper.Her girl did give her love more than any date (hope you can understand when i am talking about quantity of love). I was really impress by his optimum use of blood.
For girls it might be cheap or it only deserves 'how mean" kind of remark but its their perspective and we can not help them as in many cases we really can not.Girls might be very complicated to be understood but we guys are really very smart.

Some reasons to prove i am "the mad"

8.45 p.m. 26th march 07........i am sitting in office in my cubicle....nobody is arround me except my PM who is perhaps busy withe some important work. I am also busy but with something that is importnat to me only.That is i want to write somethin on my blog page. I want make it populated with words like others pages.But what sud i write , infact on which topic i should write, i have to decide yet........
Processor in my mind is running at its full speed( however in time of 3.0 Ghz my processor is still 1.0 Ghz), its exploring all the locations in my mind to find any topic on which i can populate this page.Now the search result are to be displaye........wait a minute........here are the results
Search complete.There are no results to be displayed.
Man i tell you this is ominipresent case with me. When i want to select one topic to think upon, i can not. But when i don want to, i have lots.

BUT LOVE DOES NOT NEED WORDS


pani ki boonden mujhe humesha se hi bahut achhin lagti hain, chahe woh versha(rain) ke roop me hon ya fir sagar(sea) ki lahron se chitak ker kinare per aayi kuch boonden. versha ki boondon ko to main humesha nahi pa sakta tha per sagar se chitak ker aayi boondon ko main jab chahe pa sakta tha .isilye main humesha hi uske saath sager ke un sunder kinaron per jata tha .sager ki lehren mujhe door se to bahut achi lagtin thi per paas se mujhe woh utni hi buri lagti thin kynuki woh uske pairon ko chuker jatin thin.isi tarah yeh thandi hawa bhi mujhe achi nahi lagtin thi kyuki yeh bhi uske gaalon ko chuker jati thin.fir bhi sagar ke kinare sunahli ret(sand) per mujhe uske saath bahut pasand tha.
lehron se chitaki hui kuch boonden jab uske gore chehre per padtin to woh pare(mercury) sa chamktin jaise woh boonden un lehron ka saath dene ke liye nahi balki us chere ke liye hi bani hon..tej hawa se uske kuch baal uske chehre per aa jate aur un boondon se geele hoker uski aankhon ke ooper chipak jate.woh un baalon ko hatane ki koshish kerti rehti per woh baal to jaise uske chehre per hi bane rehna chahte hon.woh paresaan hoker mujhse kehti ki please yeh baal mere chehre se hata do.per mujhe to woh waise hi achi lagti isliye main muskera ker unhe hatane se mana ker deta aur woh........aur woh pagal, bachon ki tarah chidh jati aur mujhse kabhi baat na kerne ki jhoonthi kasme khati.
main akser hi sunhari ret(sand) ko apni muthhi me bher ker use pakdne ki naakam koshish kerta rehta isliye nahi ki main us ret ko apni muthi me bherna chata tha per isliye ki woh ret mujhe bahut nerm(soft) lagti thi per itni nahi jitne uske haanth.her baar main jab uske saath hota to us ret per main uska naam likhta aur usse bhi apna naam likhne ke liye kehta per woh na likhti bus muskera deti.agli baar main jab wahan aata to mujhe uska naam wahan nahi milta.main udaas ho jata aur usse poonchta ki kahan gaya tumhara naam jise maine kal yahan per likha tha........woh fir kuch nahi bolti bus muskera deti.
ek din main bachon ki tarah zid ker baitha ki kyun woh mera naam us ret per nahi likhti jaise main uske likhta hun.is per woh mera haanth pakadker mujhe ek bade se pather(stone) ke teele per le gayi.jahan se door door tak sagar aur uski lehren to dikh rahin thi per uski koi bhi boond uske chehre per nahi gir rahi thi aur na hi uske baal un boondon se geele hoker uske chehre per aa rahe the .us patther per usne mera nam uske naam ke saath likha hua dikhaya.woh dono naam usne us patther per apne naakhun (nails) se likhe the.
aaj bhi main un kinaron per akela jata hun.un kinaron per na to uska hanth mere haanthon me hota hai aur na hi ret per mera likha uska naam .per aaj bhi us patther per uske naakhonon se lika uske naam ke saath mera naam maujood hai.

Live for the Name


Kal raat apne hi bare me kuch likhne ka man kiya. Bahut samay tak shabd dhoondhta raha aur her pankti ko shabdon se poorta raha. Likhte likhte jab haanthon me dard hone ko aaya tab apne bare me likha padhne ko baitha. Kora kagaz dekhker apne under ke khalipan ka ehsaas hua. Phir bhi main us kore kaagaz per kuch woh unlikhe naam dhoondhta raha jinse main kisi mond per mila tha. Kai naam mile mujhe per kya unme se kisi ke kamre me, kisi kone me pade, poore ya kore kaagaz per mera naam bhi hoga. Ab main yeh sonch raha hunga.

MY PRAYER (Its dedicated to me and by me)

I am not a religious person but still i believe that prayers do a lot. When one is disturb and is stucked in difficulties or he needs motivation for him and by him only, one should close the eyes and should utter some words, these definately bring miracle. At this moment words do not matter but still to utter some thing, one need words.
Once i was thinking that what words will i utter in same situation.Here are the words which came to my mind

"Every living thing in this world dies so will I. I am not afraid of my existance to be vanished.If it has to come tomorrow then why not today.Oh God i have a single wish. My death should not be unexpected and if it is, outcomes related to my death should be unexpected but desired by atleast some pure hearts."