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