Innocence!

I look into those eyes,
The eyes filled with a feeling I thirst for.

Running away from myself,
To turn myself into a better me.

I wait for a second,
I turn around and look at the eyes of power.

Cover with dust of bread and food,
He looks at me with a hope.

I got all I want,
I can buy me pleasure and comfort.

But, what he has I lack,
No money can buy me that, no riches can obtain it.

I hunger for what he owns,
I wish I could get it.

A humble face that looks at me,
Hope that looks never dying.

I don’t know how to compliment it.
Coz, in me breathes a world of guilt.

I take a step back to reassess my life,
I realise that I had it all, all of it I had.

Now just one glimpse of it makes me happy,
I hope it remains forever.

Yet again I look into the eyes,
To realise and smile looking at the eyes of innocence.

Classified Local Content!

Hi guys once again. Here’s another topic I’m going to write about and its once again going to relate to trains. Can’t help it folks, a pure source of inspiration and perspiration.

This time, after a good 4 weeks weak analysis, Dr. Train-Master-GoGo and I have finally finished my thesis on types of travellers. Dr. Train_Master-GoGo says, “Yes, they can be classified- broadly thou”. The limitation for this classification is that its sex dominated. Don’t get all naughty and spiced up you blonde-brains, I was talking about the gender.s

Ok, so after this trash talking, here’s the real deal- The travelling classification.

• Touch me not: This kind of species is found in every first class compartment. Whether its your bag, you belt, your earphones, your hand or even your strand of hair, this species is quick to react. They hate to be touched and react to any kind of contact with the outside world- physically. So, for now no zaara zaara touch me also.
  
  
  
  Remedy for this species: Government we have ladies-gents then why touch-me-not coaches. Huh why?
  Theme song for this species- Choona naah choona…paari hoo mai.




• No balls; all eyeballs: These species are also in plenty. Whether you touch them or don’t they may stare at you with utmost aggression like kuch dino pehlay tuney uski izzat looth lit thi. They will stare at you when you are around, behind your back and also if you are ignoring them. If you look at them in the eye, half way you will realise you are increasing their aggression. But, tension not, they got balls only in the eyes.
  
  
  Remedy for this species: Ignore them, else you got you fist, start using it. They won’t hit back, coz for that you need balls.
  Theme song: Akiyon sey goli marey.




• Door: Ek prem kahani: These species are highly attracted to the door. They will push a hundred and trample a hundred more just to reach the door and secure their position. Chal andhar chal…they may utter but it’s not for them. Here’s a piece of advise, practise what you preach brother.
  
  
  Remedy for these species: Take their place. Try this only if you have a gang of four to take him down. They species are highly radioactive to fight.
  Theme song: Darwaza band kar doooh….(shaking mullets in the back ground)




• Raja Hindustani: Bright t-shirts, Rajnigandha- unchey loag unchi pasand, flashy embroidery jeans. Some of the evident features of these species. Can also be found with sunglasses in the evening in some extreme cases. Highly advised to stay away from the door, especially the ladies. They jokers tend to do hand symbols if they suppose to be in the opposite train. They try to hit pillars and signal post that pass by, but chicken out at the last moment. In some cases where the virus takes its toll, these species are found on roof tops of trains despite repeated advises not to go there. Considered to be the most psycho of all the species, they also sport spitting a bucket full of Rajnigandha every five minutes. Beware!
  
  
  Remedy for these species: Wanted dead….immediately.
  Theme song: Tum hogay kamyab…ek din…ek din…




• Space Hawra: Very similar to the Door- Ek Prem kahani species, these species also do the same activities, except for the fact that they are fighting a different battle- the battle for seat. Yes, you heard it right, they want to sit. To achieve what they want they may ignore a female standing with a kid and show they are enjoying their returns of investment in the train pass. They are very possessive of their seat. In most cases these species are never happy even after acquiring the seat. They will crib and cry about the lack of space to sit. In some worst cases they make hand symbols to the man sitting at their favourite seat- the window seat to move further. Yes to move further.
  
  
  Remedy: Never give them to sit. Never!
  Theme Song: I wanna to sit right now naaa naaa…I wanna sit right now naaa naaa…





• Call Centre: These species are very accustomed and they lives revolve closely around technology and communication. These always discuss stock market. Some young cases have also been witnesses. These victims talk about how much they love the other person on the phone. Post which they will text the same person. Also, sometimes may say- You hang up…no you hang you..no you.. in an endless loop. These species would not exist if there was no technology. I-Robot is coming true.
  
  
  Remedy: Buy earphones and increase the volume on your ipods/music players.
  Theme Song: Dikhtaa dikhtana dikhtana…dikh…dhik tana dikhtana dikha tana…Item tum khushiyon ka khazana..dhikh tana dhikh tana…..




• Jiyo aur jiney do: The friendliest species found in the train. These species put the rest of the species to shame. They make sure others are comfortable and end up enjoying the comfort themselves. They do not enter into unwanted arguments or comment passing. They love their world and provide comfort to all. Strong believer of live and let live. In most cases species have displayed strong points of humanity existence. Bravo!
  
  
  Remedy: Keep them safe They are the best.
  Theme Song: Species tujhe salaam…species tujhe salam.

That's all folks. Hope you liked it ;)~

Yet!

We say we love God,
Yet we put out trust in man.

We say we love God,
Yet we worry about tomorrow.

We say we love God,
Yet we greed for money.

We say we love God,
Yet we fail to pray.

We say we love God,
Yet we lack faith.

We say we love God,
Yet we doubt HIM.

We say we love God,
Yet we do evil.

We say we love God,
Yet we cheat.

We say we love God,
Yet we stand ignored.

We say we love God,
Yet we destroy HIS creation.

But, even after so many hindered yet’s,
God says from above- Yet I love you.

Top 5!

Top 5 lies
5. I’m not drunk.
4. I will call you in sometime.
3. I’m not well.
2. I had bath.
1. I love you.



Top 5 ways to be a hip-hop artist
5. Wear big white sports shoes. Only white.
4. Pierce your ears and wear your mama’s diamond studs.
3. Add a ‘Yaw’, ‘dawg’, ‘shake that girl’ in one sentence twice or thrice.
2. Wear 3 kgs of junk jewellery.
1. Buy a ‘XXL’ t-shirt when your size is ‘S’.


Top 5 ways to get rid of your girlfriend
5. Call her for coffee and don’t show up.
4. Don’t laugh on her jokes.
3. Make her pay the bill- every time.
2. Call her to Virar in the evening by a local train and again don’t show up.
1. Abuse her father.


Top 5 things not to say on a date
5. Waaaaazaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaup bitchhhh!
4. How old are you?
3. I can see your bra.
2. See, here’s my nude pic. You want it?
1. Your poonch is bigger than mine.


Top 5 ways to get into a Virar local
5. Get a ferocious dog- probably a Doberman.
4. Grow dreadlocks.
3. Go by handicap coach.
2. Scream Ramesh when the train just comes. 90% will look around even if their name is not Ramesh.
1. “Side! Side! Maachi paaani.”

Heart Gone By!

He sees her again. “Dude what do I do?” asks Vinay to San. San is quick to say, “Go for the kill, dudeeeeee.” The break began and as pre-planned, he ‘accidently’ stands in the path she walks everyday. “Hey, hi”, said Vinay. What triggered this conversation was courtesy Orkut friend request he had sent. After checking his Orkut account at a regular 5min interval for the last 48 hours he was happy to have got thru her friend request. Technically achieved, but the moment of truth was here. Though not on his hands, in his head he had his fingers crossed. Vinay was not sure if she would say a Hi or even recognise him, worst- “Excuse me who are you?” “Hey Hi”, she exclaimed with her bunch of gal-friends as he stood alone, though Vinay had San and Sharon eavesdropping on every word spoken. “I’m good how are you, which class are you in?” asked Vinay in utter innocence. Fact of the matter- he knew which class she was from, which bench she sat on, her gal-friends circle and even had tried to venture and get her roll-number. “I am in the graduation class”, said she. Thought cloud in Vinay’s head- “I know that sweetie, I love you”. Word cloud from Vinay’s mouth, “Oh ok. I’m from the graduation class as well, but from the IT section.” “That’s nice!” she exclaimed. “I gotta go my friends are kind of waiting.” She said to Vinay. Thought cloud in Vinay’s head, “Wish I had a time machine, I wana stop the time, NOW.” Mouth Cloud, “Oh sure. See ya around.” See yeah around- Vinay meant it like he had never meant it before. He turned around and was greeted with a success smile from Sharon and San saying “Which class are you from huh?” followed by a quick laugh. Vinay blushed!

It had been 9months since Vinay has spilled the beans proclaiming his love, just like a sound of a broken record. Despite the numerous fights and petty quarrels they had, Vinay thought they were going well. But, the change was evident amidst the small quarrels. He stood alone now. Really alone. No one was there to even eavesdrop on his conversation. There was no San; no Sharon. As it’s said, some battles have to be fought alone. But some battles refuse to seize. Some battles have to be fought everyday; right from the time you open your eyes till you close them at night or when you breathe your last. This is one battle Vinay has to fight. His weapons were his memories, but sometime his weakness too. His enemy was his friend, his friend was LOVE.


Note: All characters in this post are not fictitious, they are real. Many of them are you, who are reading this post. I don’t know if you are the Vinay in your story, but yeah we all face these situations. Also, this is not an anti-love or love sucks post. Don’t stop falling in love people because just like Vinay 9months or 9 years or 9 decades, it will always keep you happy, in reality or in the memory lane.

I am in LOVE.......

Yes I am in love. Many of my friends must feel I have said this a zillion times, but guys this time it’s different. It happened way back when I was just growing up. I seen her for the first time and I knew this was love. She is the one I want in my life. Her looks, they way she moves, they way she looks- all got me dazzled and dazed. There were times when I used to just think about her. There are times when I just think about her. I can stare at her all day long, as she does the same. That’s the beauty of her. She will never complain, she will never ask for reasons, she will take you where you want to go and be with you all thru your life. She has the power that no one of her genre have, she has the beauty and by the looks I can say just one word- HOT. She is the prettiest, the most pretty one I have ever comes across.
But, things will be difficult or rather are difficult. She is of princess status and I’m a stable boy. She is pricy and I- poor. She is from Bandra- Linking Road and I’m from Bhayandar- Uttan Road. I know this world says you can buy anything with a smile but her step-Uncle wanted cash and I had the smile. It was a mushy Sunday evening and the sun was heading to set and the moon shining bright. Perfect! I could not resist myself, so I went to her house. Her Uncle stood at the entrance and asked me, “Yes?” but I was looking at her, speechless!. She didn’t say a word. Why would she say? She was in a fix. Support me and her Uncle will beat the shit out of me. So, she was forced to support her Uncle who takes care of her everyday. “I want to.....(explicit content in next stanza)”, said I with a shivering mouth. “Sure”, he said. I touched her face. She had the same smile. Her beauty was evident from miles away. She was dark and I a racist, but yet the love was too strong for anything to come between us.
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I took her out of the house right in front of her Uncle, but he knew I would get her back safe. I touched her smooth back. She was silent; beautiful indeed. I was determined to ride her. I put it in. She was turned on. She roared like no one of that street. I got onto her; a little more tightly. She roared louder. We went thru the streets. All the while it was the man on top position. She didn’t mind; gentle lover I am. All the men envied me, even the ones committed. I felt her hand; her eyes shone bright. She was looking as beautiful as she could. I didn’t want to stop riding her. Her roaring, my pleasure- this is what life should be! She wanted me to take her home. Times change and it was time to get her back to her Uncle. She didn’t want to go for sure But, what could a stale boy do? I steered her back home, she said No again. Deep inside she cared for me, if I didn’t take her home it would be her step-uncle’s fist and my face. I gave her back; safe and sound. The brightness in here eyes was not there anymore. She was totally turned off. The servants took her to a corner and kept her. Silent she stood as always staring back at me and me at her.
It’s been more than 4 weeks now since I have seen her. I remember her even today. I remember all of it...all of it. I remember the day.........the beautiful day- the first time I took a test-ride of a Royal Enfield 350cc.....(tears drops....).


Moral of the story: Never take a test-ride if you can’t afford a bullet. Falling in love with the bike guaranteed and after effects- suicidal.

Sieze!

A thousand tears flow,
The ocean may be put to shame.

A mother searching for her son,
A sister carrying a charred body of her brother.

A lover standing alone,
A daughter without a father.

A pregnant women with no child,
A proud father with no pride.

A friend just round the corner,
Is he still there or has he disappeared.

Some bodies torn to pieces,
Some breathing without a limb.

Feel this is brutal; feel this is insane,
Look around and stop what we started.

War does not come from above,
They start here and end below.

End war and cries; End what we started,
And let’s start what we never started.