Recently, i.e. yesterday i came across this beautiful beautiful poem written about two years back by a very close friend of mine, a piece of writing that really humbled me, i dont know if that friend would like to be named but i wanted to share it with everyone, i fell in love with the poem the minute i read it...here it goes...

"Teray wisaal k aagay, mera wujood mila

Wo teray rubaru aakay, mera sukoot mila

Mila woh khwaab ka tukra jo kho gaya tha kahin

Wo sab tasawwur main jo ho chuka tha kabhi

Wo sab, sach ki tarah la-mahdood mila.

Meray adraak k pannay pallat sakkay bhi nahin

Patanahi dil ko yakeen mila k na mila...

Magar yeh sach hai! koi saraab nahin

Ehsaas tau hai, keh haan koi hai milla"

Ramazan is here and I am here too, to touch upon this very serious issue. Very very serious.

It's the first roza and we have been invited to X and Y’s place for their son’s birthday party cum iftar(S and T their sons, U the daughter). So far so good. I get ready and drive the car with my mom and dad clutching the edge of their seats and shouting at me to drive carefully. That happens daily so nothing new. Anyways, by pure instinct I get the car to the place (since X and Y shifted there only recently)

After the salam duas the men all get busy in their stuff women in theirs. By stuff I mean the normal lanter banter. By that I mean gup shup. So far so good. People arrive, and here I’d like to introduce my new characters which are the protagonists and antagonist and agonizingogists of the event.

A and B, their sons C and D, and daughter E

F and G, their sons H and J, and daughter K

Now copy this key onto another empty page so it's easy to refer to.

Ummmmm, I guess I should get to the climax straight away.

5 min to iftaar:

H: mamu 5 min reh gaey hain aa jain

Dad: acha

4 min to iftaar:

ABCDEFGHJK: skibiniksidlksdokaodsfkalsdaskd;l

3 min to iftaar:

Me: (texting texting)

2 min to iftaar:

Silence

1 min to iftaar:

Silence

IFTAAR:

Suddenly time comes to a halt. All life stops dead in it's tracks. There is nothing left! Nothing right! Only food!!!!! Perfect demonstration of the theory of relativity…one person, two hands, limitless possibilities. A huge plate in one hand the other darting towards various dishes like a poisonous snake, snap snap, and the plate was full……….there’s still no stopping at that, pakoras keep falling like men in world war II, bang bang…aaloo walay…bang bang bangan walay…bang bang khali walay!!! Then dahi bhallas, fruit chat all into one plate as I looked at the scene in amazement…this cant be true…

B: C beta jaldi ao apki plate hogai, an D aur E ko bhi bulao

And she fills the plates, two more…the same way, same slick movements, murder she wrote. Yes that’s right for all the other people watching all the yummy food being passed down in inheritance, this was equal to murder!! My dad held an empty plate in his hand as he too admired the swiftness of the assassin…

G: ye kya baat hui B, mere bachay to reh gaye

B: bhabi han g han g, ao J idhar ao tumari b plate bnaoon…U aap b ao jaldi…

And then as A-Z looked as B filled plate after plate of Ramazan goodies while otherts watched.

Obviously A and F were pretty satisfied their children were being fed.

Time goes in slow motion, and the plate sequence is on loop. My dad still stands with an empty plate, and he being the eldest there I kind of feet for him. All the other people, oh who am I kidding, most of the plunderers are only momentary onlookers….anyways all the astonished people are still watching dumbfounded when finally normality is restored.

Somewhere in the room

Anonymous: Hassaan apne kuch lia nai abi tak

Incase someone decides to visit my blog and think they’ve come to the wrong place well not really. Just a template change, I wanted to stick with the plain black one but then I came across this. Since the new season has just begun and we’ve already won a trophy, this is to celebrate that.

Forca Barca.

The blade cuts deep into you and you stop feeling the pain that you are meant to feel. Blood paints yours clothes red, the red deepening into a black slowly but constantly. It trickles down the fibers of your clothes leaving a few droplets everywhere as a sign of a long gone calamity. The cut deepens and so does the color of the blood, your smile stays the same, there isn’t even a flinch from you. The expressions don’t change. You don’t bite your lip or clench your fist. Maybe you do feel the dampness of the blood soaked clothes but you choose to ignore. Your gaze fixed in mid air. For a moment, I think you are going to scream but your smile deepens into a more satisfied curve. Everything around you is soaked in the aroma of fresh flowing blood. But you don’t even smell that. The cut which is deep enough to carve out a valley of flesh continues to grow, the blade continues to work as the flow of blood increases to an incessant stream. I want to stop the blade, but the resolution on your face binds me within my own self.
Suddenly the stream of blood turns to a proper fountain. Then two. Everything around you including your face your hair is painted in deep red, time comes to a halt, the lively fountains shoot your blood everywhere, I am not spared. I know it's too late. Your blood red face still carries the smile, the blade takes this as a cue to drive deeper. The fountain is dwindling, it's throw decreasing to a stream again, then a trickle, like everything is going in reverse motion. Suddenly the blade stops moving there’s no more to cut.
You finally look down, not without an effort. Your wrist hangs only by a tendon, drying up. There’s no more blood left to flow. You always trusted the blade to stop? The smile vanishes, I cant make out your expression. In what seems like a moment, you fall on your side.
You fall into your own pool of blood.
There’s something in your eyes, but it cant be a tear.

I sat on my pc waiting for it to wake up from it's sleep. It's surprising I have so much on my mind these days I hardly get time to get proper thinking done! It's crazy. Like thought clashing a thought. Often I try to compartmentalize my mind for the purpose of giving my mind a break but I always fail to do that, probably because some thoughts refuse to go away or even give others a bit of space. I don’t complain, because I love them, but just to give it another try, I am trying to do it with the combination of music and blogging. Dunno if it's working
I always thought what it felt like to be high on happiness, not the crazy happiness that makes you scream, but ummmmm the crazy happiness that gets you imagining lovey dovey songs all the time with you in them, you hum half of the time tunes you never liked, smile at every freaking thing and then suddenly, like after being high for a very long time you suddenly go down, rock bottom. Pretty bad feeling and nothing happens really to bring the feeling about. And right then everything goes down with it, and all you can do is try to drown out your own thoughts the worst form of evasive action a human could take, but sometimes you really really have to, just to simplify your life. I was just wondering what’s the best way to avoid that pit after being high for such a long time. I guess there probably isn’t a way. I hope this post isn’t too non sensical, I just feel really good about my blog so I m posting it.

When light begins to disappear,
when night begins to show,
set my withering heart on fire,
we'll walk in its fading glow.

Rain rain,
lets play the game,
of hide and seek,
and stop and freeze,
from blue to brown,
to black with sounds,
the thundering wind,
and leaves that sing,
and sway with might,
left and right,
wait for you,
the green and blue,
unite the two,
and brew the brew,
of mango trees,
and clouds' fleece,
of little girls,
with waves and curls,
untying their hair,
to let the air,
fly them away,
where it may.
.
Rain rain,
lets play the game,
of storytelling,
of stellar dwellings,
of lands unseen,
of heavens green,
where you were born,
where every song,
is sweet as cane,
o rain o rain,
make us sane,
bring the change,
wet the tracks,
and mend the cracks,
bring us smiles,
and all this while,
stay right here,
and watch us cheer.
.
Rain rain,
dont play this game,
of going away,
leaving all grey,
and leaving alone,
like many have gone! 

You can turn your back on me when you want to,
you can stab me in the back,
you can throw sticks and stones,
you can break all my bones,
you can leave standing all alone,
you can decide not to text nor phone,
you can tear each one of my poems,
you can prove each one of your blames,
shove in flames,
all the times,
all the memories,
that sing like sweet chimes,
you can bury me down below,
not 6 feet but 7 layers and more,
you can make me walk the plank,
or leave my canvas totally blank,

practise all you can on me,
the world is not for the carefree,
i cant let you go alone,
on this road full of pricks and thorns,
whatever you do and whatever you can,
remember you'll not make me an angry man,
you can try
to disappear,
to duck,
to hurt,
to ignore,
to refuse,
to confuse,
i don't care,
whatever happens,
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!

Your ragged blue cheeks,
you filthy lowlife scum,
damnation your fate,
they pronounce you deaf and dumb.

Your bloodshot eyes,
you dream of the sacred,
they trample you underneath,
your love is their hatred.

Rise from your ashes,
rise to flesh and blood,
awaken your heart and soul,
rise from bloody mud.
The time has come,
to fly the flag of the COMMONS,
to rise against the oppressor,
wakeup your fate now summons.

Blood,
sweat,
tears,
you gave,
its time,
to have it all back,
yes there is a crack,
sharpen the saw,
its time to draw,
your map your land,
use your own bloody hand,
lowlife you were,
filthy yes SIR!
the oppressor shall bow,
to its own slave right now,

and your ragged blue cheeks,
and the clothes you wore,
are no more torn,
ragged no more!

Grey and blue,
thats the hue,
of bloody leaves,
and sorrow's dew,

of soot and smoke,
of ties that broke,
cough and choke,
the dreams we drew,
of bodies that fall,
hearts they maul,
of death's toll,
the soulless crew.

grey and blue,
yes thats the hue!

Heart: i wanna write a post

mind: haha, watch brazil vs usa instead

heart: ummm okay, can't i do it while watching?

Heart (again): you stupid idiot! Its football. You dont stuff while watching football.

Mind: quiet!

Heart: so the match is over, now?

Mind: sometime in this life try giving me a break!

Heart: oh yeah you give me a break!

Mind: from wat?

Heart: from watever

mind: haha okay lets write a post

heart: thats more like it, about wat?

Mind: how'd i know?

Heart: how'd i know?

Mind: how'd i know?

Heart: how'd i know?

Mind: then forget it, it was your idea

heart: okay lets write our dialogue down

mind: the fingers are already doin that...oh wait haven't they messed up our dialogues?

Heart: genius its your fault, your job is to remember stuff

mind: oh yeah? Do you ever let me be free? You always have a new PROJECT coming up to keep me busy

heart: haha projects

mind: cant even think of a better word

heart: haha bloody wannabe thesauras

mind: technically you are bloodier! :)

heart: and since when have i been technical?

Mind: haha, our dialogues aren't THAT mixed up! Haha

When the wind stops blowing, all you can hear is your own heart. Sometimes it whispers, i remember mine used to. It used to talk.
Now, for some odd reason, whenever the wind stops blowing, i can't even feel if my heart is there. Either it has given in to my mind or i'm always so preoccupied that i let it go unnoticed.

Wait, i think i'll make a conscious effort to get the whisper back.


But, i cant pray for the wind to stop blowing right now, can i???

I get these late night excitement pangs every other day for the past one week when all of a sudden i start feeling great.

Tonight, its Criss Angel who triggered it, walkin on water, though usually i'm pretty skeptical in believing in that kind of stuff, but i kind of wanted to think this was happening. So, a mental note, this was happening. What impressed me was what he said, he said something on the lines of "i want people to see that we can break free from the limits".
Limits are something i always believed to be relative. Dreams can be followed and can come true.

The second thing was pappu sain's performance. I've an obsession with percussion instruments and i literally fantasize about them. So he performed in his famous manner, goin round and round like an unhappy merry go round, and he played some really really complex stuff.

The final nail in the coffin of my sleepiness, was the national anthem of spain playing. I love it when national anthems are played at the start of football matches. So it was spain vs newzealand...and puyol the great man is playing...awesome...i'm supporting brazil thou...

Anyways, its an exam on tuesday, and i so hate it. I've just mailed mubi "hey i'm bored" and i am coz noone's talking...

Damn, torres scores a second. GOD save the newzealanders...

There's something i've been wondering for the past few days. To some it may sound very obvious and the question may appear very stupid, but then again all great ideas are termed nonsense in the beginning...a word of caution though, this question isn't great at all!

The question is, can you take a bath in pitch black darkness, would you know which of the parts of your body is where?
Secondly, can you eat in the dark without missing your mouth with a spoon?

I asked four people, here're the responses
mahru was the first one

mahru: o yes you can, you've had this body for how long?
Mha: one day,
mahru: and hows that true?
Mha: humans grow up, natural phenomenon, bodies change, you wont know
mahru: sigh!


The next one was jaws

jaws: i've never done it
mha: kabi to?
Jaws: nae, oh yes, but i've eaten in the dark, i've never missed my mouth but kabi aise hota k chamach khali wapas a jata plate se


faizi was next
faizi: nahaya nae kbi andhere may, but itna bewakuf to koi nae k chamach mu may na jaey
mha: but what if you want to rub your face but end up rubbing your armpit?
faizi: hahahahahahahaha
mha: sigh

the last one was SG, i texted her the second question only
sg: i cant eat in the dark because i've to separate all vegies
mha: i didn't mean that, i meant k can you miss your mouth?
Sg: hahahaha you dont know where your mouth is? You're crazy hahahaha
mha: i was just asking
sg: hahahaha you're a crazy guz
sg: guy*
mha: i have another question too, can you take a bath in the dark? I didn't ask you coz i thought bathing is a private affair and girls shouldn't be asked.
Sg: hahahaha yes you can, you can do both
mha: oh i thought i had this special ability to do stuff in the dark
sg: hahahahahahahaha you're so crazy
mha: hasna bus karo


so my question is answered, 75% of the population can eat in the dark, while only 50% can bathe in the dark. Which section of the society are you? Either you're with us or against us!

I’ve never been in the computer section of my university library for a proper reason. A proper reason would be something related to engineering or my course work etc, since the library is called National Library of Engineering Sciences. Initially I’d facebook here but some sadistic administrator banned it. Though blogger is still safe from the guy.
When you are in the midst of so many computers and so many people you are bound to look around. I mean stealing glances doesn’t hurt does it?? The first thing you’d notice is that there are separate rows for girls and guys. Initially I thought the restriction was only self imposed by the students, but that day, an unsuspecting pair of opposite gender were working on a single computer (the girl was instructing the guy as is normally the case at uet) when the sadistic admin arrived

“Aapko pata hai ye yahan allowed nahi hai??”
“Sir Kaam kar rahay hain”
“Sorry, uth jain aaap”

so much for an interactive society.

That same day, I noticed this pretty girl using facebook in the library. I so wished the admin would catch her red handed, which he did, haha, it was kind of embarrassing bnut that very thing happened to me too a few days ago, he was like

“Appko pata hai facebook allowed nai hai yahan??”
“Nai sir”
“Chalain ab to band karain”

!@%%%#@#@ . whats with not letting people relax.

One good thing about this section of the library is that almost always its air conditioned, whatever happens, they don’t switch the ACs off, for the sake of computers I guess, I sometimes think what would the admin say if I sat here all day pretending to do work. Its too boring an idea to give it a try but I think I’ll convince someone to try that out for me :p

Now I’m not really a show off but sometimes, showing off your talent isn’t too bad. Most of the people here are actually looking at their keyboards looking for letters, then poking at them with single index fingers, get the idea??? Pretty bad typing speeds. Someone once told me

“ye typing tutors se speed nai ziada hoti, chatting se ziada hoti hai”

so using msn in the olden times worked then! This dude sitting on the next computer was also a victim of lack of instant messaging experience so while he looked for words and handled the mouse rather UNdexterously, it made it a point to type real fag as seldom at the keyboard as I could and making CLICK CLICK noises with the keys. Although I must admit the keyboard is so pathetic that I’m hating it and wondering if all the vanity is really worth it…btw, just in case people might be wondering, I don’t type too well, just a case of ANDHON MAY KAALA RAJA :p :p :D :D

Btw, I’m in really high spirits these days coz my team won the UEFA Champions League. All Hail FC Barcelona…..FORCA BARCA.... I mean I’ve been in pure ecstasy these past 2 days, dancing alone infront of the tv, texting people like crazy, I cant stop I just cant stop. We are the first Spanish team to get a treble, La Liga, Copa Del Rey and the Champions League, and that too after beating Man United 2-0 in the final. Carles Puyol the captain played like a true captain, and a true Catalan. I mean wow. And Messi, the kid is magical. I have a shair for him to end the post with

“Zara dekho to Faraz, ajab naat hai ye kaisi
Ferdinand aur O Shea k beech se header maar gaya Messi”

Waah Waah Muqarrar