Chaand ne chand ko yaad farmaya hoga....

Chaand par jaane ka khayal jis dam aaya hoga

       Yakkenan - Yakkenan kisi ki mehbooba ne mangwaya hoga

Albatta, taaron ki guzarish kee hogi

       Aaag ka gola bata, kisi tarah samjhaya hoga

Pyar mein logoon ne Taj Mahal Banwa diya

       Banwa kar mazdooron ke haathon ko katwa diya

Loog kehte hain pyar aandha hota hai

       Pyar andha, tu bhala Taj Mahal kise dikhaya hoga

Chaand par jaane ka khayal jis dam aaya hoga

       Yakkenan - Yakkenan kisi ki mehbooba ne mangwaya hoga

Sach kahun Kabhi kabhi har kisi ke dil mein khayal aata hai

       Par amitab ji ke liye na rakhi, na miss rai ko banaya jaata hai

Sochiye agar har ladki aishwarya rai, har ladka bachan banaya hota 

       Fir heer ranjhe ka kise kisne kab kisse sunaya ho hota

Par dost kuch tu hai Ishq mein

       Aadmi chand par bhi pahunch jaata hai

Jo nahin pahunch pata woh

       dua kar ek is zameen par mangwata hai

Ek aur ek hote hain do

       Kabhi aapne ek aur ek gyarah banaya hoga

Par aisa ek jo aapke saath mil ke bhi ek hi banaye

       yakeenan rab ne aisa ek kahin banaya hoga

Chaand par jaane ka khayal jis dum aaya hoga

        Yahan ke chand ne bas wahan ke chand ko yaad farmaya hoga

.......      bas yaad farmaya hoga...

Maine biwi ko kyun sunder banaya

Doston shukriya, meharbani..
Aapne piche si suni meri kahani
Par apni hi kahani padh kar, mere dil mein yeh khayal aaya
Kavita ka sheershak
“Maine biwi ko kyun sunder banaya”


Aap ko pichli kavita mein tha sunaya
Biwi ko humne kaise kaise sunder banaya
Yaka yak hamare dimag mein pata kya khayal aaya…
Yeh soch dost mein sehma…. ghabraya


Yadi who ban jaein aishwarya rai
Aur hum bachhan jaise bhi na dikhne payen
Tu namumkin se bhi thoda kathin kaam
Unki shadi Ram pal yadav jaise se karaen tu kaise karaen

Tu hum aaene ke pass pahunche, mein jaise hi muskuraya
Usne gandi nigah se dekha, gusse se mein muh pichkaya

Jaise suraj ki garmi se jalte hue man ko mil jaye taruar ki chaya
Unse 2 ache shabd sunne ko hamara dil aise, kuch aise hi tarasa-ya

Who Bola, beta main tumhe sunder, bahut sunder batata
Agar tu mere pass 20 saal pehle aata
Bache bhagwan ka sunder roop hote hain..
Kuch badh chicken makhani, kuch teri tarah tomato soup hote hain

Meine kaha main sudh masahari,
Kam se kam chicke soup tu bataoo…
Itna bhi bura nahi…
Tu apna standard Aishwarya rai se neeche tu laoo..

Unhone 4 line mein apna vish-leshan sunaya..
Airtel ki latest add dekhi aapne,… bas usi ko aona adhaar banaya

Bole mein janta hoon tumne biwi ko sunder banaya hai
Shayad tum jaise ko soch kar director
madhawan ke saath vidya balan ko laya hai

tum sunder tu bahut ho, bas rang thoda kala hai
chera.. kisi actor se badal dun,
tu bas ..tumhare roop ka hi bool bala hai

body ab mein kya bataoon….
Bhagwaan ne kya banaya hai
Qutumb minar ki beech ki manzil pe,
Tajmahal ka gumbaz sajaya hai…

Tu dost yehi soch ..soch soch
Mein in dino ghabrata hoon
Gtalk pe bhi gar dekha ho aapne
20 saal purani tasveer lagata hoon
20 saal purani tasveer lagata hoon

Aaj kal... Biwi Ko sunder bana rahe hain

Main jaanta hoon dost ..
ise padh kar ..Aap apne khayalon ke ghode daudaeenge
Aur ek baar who chal diye, tu daudte hi jayenge

Par thamiye… rukiye.. jo likha hai kuch bhi sach nahi..
Ek ajeeb din ka ek ajeeb khayal… ek khayal hai kahin..

Is like ek lateefe ki tarah, Suniye jo suna raha hoon
Kavita ka sheershak..
“Aaj kal biwi ko sunder bana raha hoon”

Ek din mein ek English magazine padh raha tha

Saath saath Hindi mein translate kar raha tha

Ek pangti kehti "shaadi karo kabhi...kaheen

Zindagi mein khushi hi tu Sab kuch naheen"

Khair maano na maano

Shaadi karni padti hai,yeh baat sach hi janoo

yehi sooch hum Bahut Saari kar rahe hein

Aaj kal dost..., shaadi ki tayyari kar rahe hein

Pichle dinnon bina soche bina samjhee,

bas khaaee jaa raha tha

"toond" kehte hain jisse, badhaee

bas badhaee jaa raha tha

Khair waqt guzra ,

ek din aapne aaine ko bulaya

Kutumb minnar hota tha jahan,

aaj wahin taaj mahal ke gumbaz ko paaya

Dost boola dont worry,

tere liye hum chaand se ladki mangwaeenge

Bas 100….Saal wait kar,

pehle wahan ek paida karwaenge

So ab ek baar fir,
taajmahal ko tarrashne ka hukum jaari kar raha hoon

Aap se tu kaha….. shaadi ki taayari kar raha hoon

Ek din baat chali .....

Yeh pyaar hai kya

Koi nahi jaanta

.... par sabko hai pata?

Ek bola..

Pyaar woh bimari hai,

jismein aadmi paagal ho jaata hai

Aankhen band karne pe bhi,

baati band nahi kar paata hai

Koi nazar aaye hi jaata hai

aaye hi jaata hai

Tabhi ek shadi shuda ki aawaaz. Aayi

Shadi ke baad its diff hai bhai

Subah subah uto, unke liye chay banaoo

Jaldi subah uthke, unhe office chod ke aaoo

Kabhi-2 unke gusse ko mananaa padta hai

Bas 3 time 3 time ka khana banana padta hai...

Tu doston, training in Sab ki baari-baari kar raha hoon

Aaj kal mein shaadi ki, shaadi ki tayaari kar raha hoon

Ek din 4 samajhdaaron ka toola

Pastry ki last bite bachi tu ek dost bola

Meine kahin suna tha

" kisii bhi common dish mein jo last bite khata hai

Ek sunder atii sunder husband/wife paata hai"
Us dost ki baat ko aaj bhi dil pe liye jaa raha hoon

Koi bhi dish ho....
mein last bite kha-kha kar, apni biwii ko sunder bana raha hoon

Ek din humne bazzar ka chakkar lagaya

Ek dukaan mein humein ek sunder nosepin nazar aaya

Bachpan ki khwaish, unke liye ek nosepin le jaoon

kuch is tarah unko mein sunder banaoo..

tu.. woh nose pin pehanti hoon, yeh dua khoob saari kar raha hoon

mein shadi ki,shadi ki ..... tayarri kar raha hoon..

Sach kahun.... Toond ke madde-nazar,
teeno time last bite bas last bite hi khaa raha hoon

Shaadi ke liye sabse zaroori,

biwii ko sunder bana raha hoon

Shaadi ki tayyari kiye jaa raha hoon

My Shameless cup of T

Have you met anyone who writes the daily diary in the morning and revises it the same evening. Honestly speaking, I haven’t. There are some things which one is not allowed to be do more than once a day.

So everything has its own rules. We’ll probably….

The other things depend on is “The day”. One of my friend these days says, “Fate is nothing but what you create for yourself”. I believe he is right to some extent. Let me exemplify this with a live telecast of another of those ’K’ titled serials “KKyunki yeh meri life hai”.

Yesterday after wrestling with my bed for half an hour, trying to sleep but feeling too lazy to get up and switch off the lights, I woke up, took the decision of the day. To make myself a good grand dinner with chapatti instead of usual rice.When I worked hard, sweated for an hour to finally make something which can best resemble a roasted papad instead of roti, I said to myself “Fate is really what one makes for oneself”

But then comes a new day. My friend makes me a early morning tea. We rushed through the daily chores pushing the hands of clock hard of course in the anticlockwise direction. In the end, I got up early but was still running a few minutes late to my friend. So towards the end of our phase I of the day i.e. “getting ready for office”, he sits having steaming hot tea watching me giving finishing touches to the Monalisa I was painting in the mirror. Meanwhile I see my cup, mocking at me …. Smoking away all the steam it had. I finally get almost ready ,and what I have for to start the day is: last night papad with some pickle to make it “masala papad” along with a shameless (I mean steamless) cup of tea.

I didn’t make this shameless cup of fate for myself. So my dear friend, please answer. Lets get going, no point crying over the spilled tea, spilled in the depths of my throat chilled and cold. So we move on to office and just to do myself a favor, I ask my office boy to get me another cup of tea. Meanwhile I get called for a meeting. So, it comes it waits, it smiles and steams away….. another cup gulped … after all “Dil ke samjhane ko Galib yeh khayal acha hai”.

So now I had two cup of teas in my stomach, each one saying to me…. Go sit on the Stove and everything would be fine.

Next I venture or step into the second half of the day leaving behind everything…. from the beautiful memories of the “masala papad” to those forgettable/unforgettable cups of tea.

So evening when I am tired, physically and mentally, I ask for another cup of tea. But you know what…. The problem is that I had forgotten everything in the past….

Probably I should have remembered it and ensure it doesn’t happen again. But it happened, just to avoid the shameless eyes of that chilled cool attitude cup, I gulped it too.

Now what next, should I order another cup, or aiming for Mount Everest would be more feasible. So as suggested by elders ( read King Bruce), I ordered another one, this time with high hope and determination.

So here comes another one for the day. I hold it in my hand, with a smile…. First two sips make me recall…. Hot coffee and tea really tastes nice. Then the inevitable happens. I get stuck up in some word document all alone … without my dear cup of coffee…

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I decide to give up.

Of the year which just passed by

So friends countrymen and those left out in those two addresses....
on this day lets just look back and remember those 52 saturdays and sundays which just went by ...remember what all we could have done and what all we should not have done over the lovely thing called weekend(I seek your appologies.. but to make new year a happy new year I thought to think of the good part only i.e the weekend) ....Probably the weekends fall in three categories.
1) When your eyes told you dude .... m leaving .. but your boss pierced a pair of thread to keep them wide open.. essentiall a working weekend over a slice of Pizza along with your favourite company... the "tanhayee" in office (let me put a disclaimer .. there is no gal with that name in my office)
2) When you stuffed your pockets with tissues and caught hold of some in your hand and went on to see a senti-mental movie with your galfriends or your better halves (please note the irony in the difference of names thats give to the two relationships)..The other irony lied in the fact that you had to use most of the tissues for yourself.... how can any sane person spend three hours in cinema hall watching movies of the Genre of sawariyaa and OSO without sheding some tears for the mega bucks you spend... I spent the 3 hours in following way
first 15 minutes trying to religiously understand what are the evil intentions of the director..
next 15 with a hope that my gray cell might need a bit of workout to understand the witty and deeply embedded hidden intelligence in the story line.. after all Rome was not built in a day...
next 15 - 30 mins in tapping your feet our finishing off the pop - corn you came in with
The time that follows is most cruitial.. when you plan for the ways in which you would or could kill the person who brought you in such a situation... and in case its your gal friend ... u are like an expert swimmer in the middle of the sea... who just forgot how to swim before jumping from the ship....
khair lets move on to the better half..i mean the better half of the blog ... (just to align your thoughts with mine)
3) Third kind of weekends are the one which are normal... i mean you do what you are supposed to do on a weekend .. basically do nothing... lie down on a bed as if there are no mondays...

Hey guys just remebered there is more to an year that weekends.... atleast in the organizations there is one holi- day and a dozen more holi-days in form of other festivals .. (also some dayz when you can fall sick..)

Interestingly in my kitty we also have something thats called "privelleged leave"... which means a leave at the priveledge of your Boss.... interesting...

So those lovely 10-12 holi-days when you get another opportunity to sleep as much as you wish .... may be even more than that

and it is this sleep which leads to dreams... & my mummy says dreams lead to something big ... You know, Last time i dreamt, i dreamt of full pizza all for myself which I didnt have to share with anyone.. by anyone i mean anyone including my gal friend . you know what was the best part of the dream... i ate all of the pizza but didnt get an inch of fat on my tummy... (what a girlish thought... so lets just forget it)

Anyways returning back to the point i wanted to point out.... there were some dayz last year when God was really in bindaas mood .... and we were free to think sleep eat drink and do anything we wanted to do... its a time to remember all those moments and pray to God that you get more of those...
And here comes the year leaping with joy... with hope,optimism, utopia,faith, boyancy and confidence... that tommorow will be better... better than today and yesterday
so all would like to say to my readers is ....
"Happy New Year Buddy.." May GOD bless me.... and if still has some more time left may He bless you too....