Happy birthday dear : ))

Ok… This begins a day before ur birthday…. U r tired, u worked all day. All u want is a good nights sleep, lets be clear,, u don’t want love… u don’t want flowers, u just want to sleep. So u close ur eyes n then u start thinking. u think of the people who r going to call u at midnight.. Includes people who really love u, others who have nothing better to do, a few who have a crush on u (stop blushing, nobody has a crush on u …:)) so u r thinking about it n u don’t realize its almost midnight, ur phone rings . U don’t recognize the number..
“Heyyy…. Happy birthday…..!”
“Thanks man!”
“Dude… am I the first one to call u? common tell me…. Tell me… : )”
“Yes u r …oh my God…. u win a special prize… congratulations… Btw r u gay?”
He is some random person u don’t even recognize n u cant ask the person who he is because that’s rude.
So… its almost midnight… u r gonna get old in a few moments.. u r talking to a person u don’t even know n u don’t know what to talk about..
.Then it happens… The special person calls… U talk to the special person.. U blush a lot n u r glad that its ur birthday! So that’s it… The good part is over… . The phone rings again n u r told that u have to come out of ur house because u deserve a celebration n ur friends r generous people who got a chocolate cake for u.. U know whats gonna happen, but u still go down… pretending to smile.. Fake smiles help u in such situations.. This is the time when u realize that u r not allowed to kill anybody,,, as much u want it, cant do it… The cake appears yummy n everybody appears to be good but all of a sudden they turn into retard devils n start throwing cake at u n start dancing.. U try to run but u lose in the numbers game(plus also because they r crazy n powerful).. Finally, pleased by their own performance they leave u exploited.. So u take a shower around 1 am n go back to bed again… U finally get some sleep… Ur phone rings again… Its 3am.. Somebody who was playing poker logged into a social networking site n realized it was ur birthday. N she was so upset because she forgot that she called u right away. There r many things u want to say to her but u just tell her how happy u r to receive a call from her n that u were really waiting for her to call n that u were also wondering y she dint call u as soon as u became old n that if she hadn’t called u by 3am it would have been the end of the world.
So finally after feeling so special u go to sleep…
: )
Birthdays r fun… n u really feel special… N I like people who love birthdays..
So don’t hate me for this…

This moment!

This moment...
I dont feel sorry for the millions of things i could not do
rather am glad that am doing something that my heart likes .

This moment..
I am not scared, i know i might fail,
but will i ever know if i could win..

This moment..
I have forgiven, myself and everybody.
I know there r flaws.. but then i also know beautiful is the heart.

This moment..
I dont want to cry, i want to smile that too genuinely
People who love me want that too. it makes them happy.

This moment..
I dont want to hate, i want to love.
they might be mean or unreasonable, but all need love.


This moment!!!!


This moment is all i have... Nobody can take it away from me....

The Life that sucks : ))

When u r a kid u r fat. Yeah…HA HA HA. Its not that u r gonna burst , just fat. So when u go to school everybody calls u fat and girls don’t like u. People don’t share their tiffins with u. U don’t study. Because its so damm boring. Its because u don’t care y Hitler was so cool, u don’t care about Pythagoras who liked triangles, u don’t care about how tall is Everest because u r not gonna climb it anyways, u don’t care about Newton who actually had time to sit under the tree n wait for apples to fall on his head so that he could finally understand that all of us are not flying. ie u don’t like studies n so u don’t do them and so everybody hates u.. Teachers tell u how good everybody else is n that u should study or kill urself. Ur parents tell u that if u don’t get a 98 % they wont get u a video game. So u never get a video game. Then u get to the 10^th grade which is meant to be for studies. So ur friends laugh at u saying that u might become a barber or may be a bus conductor. U don’t want to be any of these so u study. U study n u get a good score, u shock the world. Ur teachers don’t believe it, people who dint score well hate u, n ur family thinks u r einstien. Ur family is full of doctors so everybody wants u to be one too. N since they think u r einstien it makes sense. But u want to be a criminal lawyer. So u tell ur family, n they shout at u as if u did not even say “lawyer” as if u just want to be a “criminal”. N now even u think u r the king of the world n that u can do anything, so u take up all the subjects possible n then from the first day u try to study for 26 hrs a day.. Plus u also join a gym because u want to look cool. Obviously u end up screwing everything because u r not actually the king of the world, its just wat u think. So now , when u had got a decent score n u had lost a few pounds n girls had started liking u a bit u screw up everything because u don’t want to screw up anything . So the crap life begins again, u r fat, u don’t like studies, n now u r not a doctor too so everybody hates u like 10 times more. u r like the abandoned kid …So u start going crazy… n sad… n then everybody tells u that u r good for nothing,,, n then u start believing that u r good for nothing… N then somebody tells u about a course called chartered accountancy,, which is difficult but then u become rich. So u take an oath in ur room with dim lights n a candle(which goes off again n again because of the special effects of the wind) that u r going to be an awesome chartered accountant. So u try… n because u r such a sad human being ur brain does not work that well.. But u manage somehow n u do a fair job….But then u r still so hopeless that ur friends tell u to drink beer n meet girls. Which u don’t because u r a good person. So they hate u too….

(phew!!)

: ) u screwed it all n u r still smiling……

This is my life…. May be I suck big time at times,,, but am I not unbelievably awesome : )) n this is just the beginning…..

The Game

 This is a tale of two friends, the best of friends. One was a king, mighty as his name yet humble and sane. The other an underdog. Nothing did he have but a dream to be the best, the best he could be.

"I shall defeat u, i shall be better. Dont smile... fight me rather."

The king accepted, he wanted his friend to know, battles are fought by the great not by the people made of snow.

"I pray for competition, give ur best, oh friend destiny shall alter the rest."

Down went the underdog who went without practice.

Laughed the man as loud as he could at the poor mans chrisis.

"i am gold, u iron. U should run away. This field is for lions."

"u are wise the people say, never advice an underdog to run away."

Day n night he fought for his dream.

"I want my dignity, how long has it been."

The second battle and the king wasnt astound. He knew he had pinched the right nerve. Underdog had raised the game , excuses not found.

Like equals they stood, the king was just a little ahead. It was time for the final battle, wise things were said.

"U made me learn by laughing at my pain. I am now living again. But i will fight now because its not glory that u want nor the fame u just want to play ur best game."

The dust had settled, the smoke was clear, in place was everything. Only one thing had changed, nobody believed, the underdog had defeated the king. The two champions celebrated with happy tears, these men would never live in fear. Because it was never for glory nor for fame, it was all about playing the game.

(Dear king, i hear a lot of " i am a loser and my life sucks" from u.. I am still just an underdog and i will do what we do best and that is to fight. One more time for old times sake... i want u to stand up and fight. Because it was never for glory or for fame... it was always about playing the game.)

"This is my life"

This is my life

I never lived before

I think i want to fly.

He is my friend

He never lets me cry

I think he wants me to win.

She is my mom

She never wants me to grow up

I think she loves me very.

They are my teachers

They never let me rest

I think they want me to be the best.

She is my lil sister

She never laughs at my dreams

I think i am her hero.

He is my brother

He never stops scolding

I think he wants me to be flawless..

She is so nice

I never know how to make her smile

I think i will keep trying..

These are my words

I have never said them before

I think i am doing ok.. : )

Railtrip 22/03/2009 -23/03/2009

This world is very funny and i find myself in the most interesting situations. The people make them interesting... Special people.. All of them.
I am in jaipur now typing my thoughts. As i had decided to visit my cousins n my grandmother came to know about this, my bag was filled with sweets and cakes and other stuff and also other stuff that she wanted me to deliver. I was told that other than my cousins whom i love i was also supposed to meet other relatives who were much older and who had come to my house wen i was two years old n they had hugged me n they really liked me... I really dont know y i deserve the torture... i would lock myself in a dark room.. take a tissue n write "life sucks" on it and stare at that paper for 200 hrs, that would still be more interesting. Anyways, i reached the railway station on time. The train was 30 minutes late. ok.. wise are the people who announce the delay.
Announcement 1.. "The train to jaipur is 10 minutes late, we feel sorry for the travellers"
10 minutes later..
Announcement 2.. "The train to jaipur is 15 minutes late, we feel sorry for the travellers"
15 minutes later....
Announcement 3.. "The train to jaipur is 25 minutes late, we feel sorry for the travellers"
Do u really care... and as if u dint know,then y dont just tell me.. i cant harm the rail department in any possible way.
Finally i enter the train with a small bag of my clothes n a gigantic bag that grandmother gave me.
After placing my bag( for which i had to ask the man sitting on my berth to move his bag and he reacted as if i has asked him for one of his kidneys). At the station i got a book called "The alchemist" which i was wanting to read since long. I start reading and i get a little distracted(trust me am very polite) i heard two old men discussing. One of them has been comin to jaipur for a land which belonged to his ancestors or somebody and somebody had fooled him and taken away his land and though he is really rich and so happy with his life yet he goes to jaipur to attend the court so that someday may be when he was 102 yrs old he would get the land. He said he knew he would never win the case but his life had rules and they had to be respected. The other old man who was listening told him that he was so proud of old man 1. I had nothing to say so i tried to concenterate on my book.. The old man 1 kept speaking about the battles that he had fought in life and how he loved to fight..: )
I was still trying to concentrate when a bunch of people came in.. sat down and started singing. Prayers. They are holy people, cant sit even for a while without remembering god but i really admire that. (yes i do... yet i was so irritated that i wanted to replace myself with the determined shepherd in the book who was having so much trouble chasing his dreams) Yet i dint say anything(admire my patience). Then a man came who was supposed to sit in the next cabin.. he was working on his laptop... probably a very busy businessman who had work to take care of, one who could not just keep singing God songs even if he wanted to. N good things happen because God is there. The businessman started shouting at the holy men telling them that they were noise, that he loved god but work was his life n that if the torture dint stop he might just tell god that they r bad people...: ))
n then everybody lived peacefully... i slept early and wen i woke up i was near the station.. i do remember Old man 1 and 2 talking in the morning about how nice they were.. But that dint last long n i was home n safe (for those who care).

NeVeR !!

Its the game..
The toughest game ever!
No glory, no fame..
Just for something i had never..
I play from june to may..
I believe since forever..
Bring it down, hit it hard..
The fact is..
Me stopping NeVeR!

Yes i run my mouth..
And hell its loud..
But testing the tested is not clever..
If u dint understand,
read it twice...
It says "Me stopping NeVeR!"

If this was the worst rhyme ever..
Not in the league of your flavour..
Who in the blue hell cares?
Me stopping NeVeR !!!

Underdog BhArTa

Roadtrip 18/01/09

All the characters in this blog r real. Any resemblance to a person living is art!
Bharta, Risky, The poo, Silent, Tarang bhaiya, Lakshmi and shit went to multiple places on 18-01-09. This is how my little head understands the whole thing. It was lakshmis idea that we all should go. This idea was explained to many people ... but nobody cared much. Finally, lakshmi lost control and sweared she would kill people if we did not listen to her. So we all(except the poo who had better things to do) met at Joggers to plan the whole thing.The place was important. Lakshmi yelled at us because we dint have any ideas."Guys should know" she said (discrimination i tell u,she thinks girls r supposed to know nothing, screw her girls). After a few phone calls we realised that nobody really likes us so it was going to be just the 7 of us. The next issue was the mode of transport. Shit, the cool dude(yeah right) adviced that we should all go on bikes.. He is originally from mercury and the sun does not bother him much. Lakshmi, another alien supported the idea. We the residents wanted to travel by cars. So that was it.... All dispersed.

Now, i dont know what others went through but this is what happened at my house.
"Mom, i shall be going for a picnic tomorrow"
MOM - Y?
(i keep my mouth shut)
MOM - Where?
"Pench"
MOM - Y pench?
(What...? should we just go to the zoo then?)
MOM - How would u be going?
"I think silent would bring his car"
MOM - Y do u need to go in a car?
( Because we dont own a helicopter any more... Tarang bhaiya sold it, he wanted to get a new bike)
Moms are special and the questions they ask cant be answered, often.
It was a sunday morning and we all were to leave at 8 so we left at 10 30.
Silent got his Indica(thank u silent... shit loves u). 4 guys sat at the back. 2 girls in front n silent at the drivers seat.Now, Tarang bhaiya and shit as innocent they might appear, they are not. They are both lesbians. And they enjoy torturing normal people(risky n bharta in this case). I decide not to speak of what happened at the back seat(bad memories.... sob). During the journey bharta n risky were just trying to protect themselves. Silent does not believe in wasting words. He is not dumb. We heard him speak on wednesday, or may be monday... donno.... someday : ).. He smiles wen tarang bhaiya cracks a joke or whatever..(they r funny... yeah ha ha ha : ( ). Lakshmi asked us questions during the journey like
"Is'nt my cap awesome?"
"Havent i lost wieght?"
and similar questions..... Also, lakshmi is soo sweet because she offered us apples @ 12times/hr(approx), which she was carrying in her pink bag(which is the best bag ever lakshmi.... we know : )) and when nobody bothered she even told us about the apple keeping doctors away... that is when tarang bhaiya took a bite. The poo told us how lucky we were that we were actually going on a trip with her... that she was actually there.
We finally reached pench around 12 30 only to know that we could not enter before 2 30. So shit and silent suggested that we should see the secret ganges. I dont believe these people. The Ganga in Nagpur... Geography, as much i hate the subject atleast teaches me that himalyas are in the north and The ganga does not come to my town. But when we run out of options and driver is the king we go to such places. So we went to the place and learned that The ganga had dried (Yeah right). It was then that we decided we should go to khinsi. There we relaxed and clicked millions of photographs of ourselves. In our return journey bharta n risky (scared of the lesbians) decided to sit in the front. Risky had to go through a lot of pain.... (all those who dint understand contact me, i will tell u how if i want to).
To say the least... it was a great trip.. We all thank lakshmi for the idea....
Also, i know that till the time everybody has read this blog i will be a dead rat.... I want u all to remember me as one who lived for the truth an died for the same...whatever!

BhArTa : ))

Innocence

Innocence as i see it is a virtue for wisdom cannot be acquired without complete honesty. In the real world people with the virtue are laughed at, considered dumb. Yet, i consider them blessed. Let me share with u an incident. I was talking to a girl the other day.

" U know wat mom asked me to drink milk before sleeping but i did not. I dont like milk that much."
I told her about milk being healthy n stuff.
" Yeaa.... But i think i should drink it. Otherwise God will get angry"
I smiled.
" Nooo.... Really, You know that day i did not listen to mom n she got angry n then i guess God got angry too and that night ghosts came in my dream.. I managed to jump out of the window but they ate my sister"
I am smiling now.
Never have i heard something so honest.
We live in a fake world.
When was the last time u told your mom that u love her?
Told ur dad that u could do nothing without him?
Told ur friends how much they mean to u?
Told God that u were sorry?
Told yourself that u were scared?
Never?
I guess we know who needs to grow up then. : )


BhArTa (inspired)

Fear

He stands alone, in a corner hoping that he is seen by none. Praying for his loneliness, for something inside him had died. A dream killed it, a dream that he saw with open eyes without believing it could die. But it did and it killed him too. He heard a sound, did somebody see him? It cries, his heart. Where did the king go? The one that ruled himself. The one that feared no man but himself. And now he looks at misery and it grows for he never stops dreaming, he only stops believing. At the sky he stares, he needs to fly. "Its all mine yet not my". The mighty man challenged him for a fight for he wanted to laugh, laugh at the already defeated, the timid. And then it happened, the defeated saw another dream, he saw hope, saw life. A defeat had taken his soul but this time he could do anything to be defeated, to loose, to feel the mud. Because this defeat would give him life. So he entered the ring. This time not scared but light... he knew he was going to live again, to laugh with friends, to tell his girl that he was a man, to teach kids the lessons of life. Just a defeat he knew. So happy was his heart, so strong were his senses, so angry was his soul that it fought like a champion. And there he stood, with the challenger on his legs. The emotion he could not describe, a man was born again. And he stood there lookin at the sky.

"No matter its high but this time its my"



BhArTa(inspired)