I have never felt so dearly through out my life. May be this is the best time I am living in. These pleasing moments arrived so early that I didnt prepare myself to store these days in my heart. Some one walks to ur life and makes it so lively and for one moment it comes to my mind… “yes.. relations play a great deal in ones life”. I want to thank all those who helped  me letting this wonderful person walk in and boosting myself at every dull moment.

She bewitched my heart,soul and mind

can do anything for glimpse of her voice

 such innocency in her face

 reminds me of god`s own grace

 she herself is more than a fragrance

 drived in penetrating my heart`s entrance

No way I can forget her name and face

for she reminds me friendship and love in every phrase

She is far far away to meet

i`ll find my own way for love and greet

she is the one to capture my imagination

and put my thoughts of love to realization

she will be my success and fame

credit will go to one and only one name..

Did u ever come across a situation when u feel helpless in controlling ur thoughts. If u can…probably u r the one I want most. Lately I cant sleep in nights holding onto one and one thought only. I cant elaborate it here. situation really gets terrible when I see 100% CPU usage of myself dissipating to one thought. Now i like to remain alone in the dark (that I hardly ever did) and listen selected variety of songs. romantic songs enhance these symptoms and ghazals help me a lot. Plz help me out…….

1-“Thakur ek chai pila de yar…yad kar pichhle 1 mahine to main tujhe chai pila raha hon..” and I used to drag him to canteen and have cold drink and a pack of chips. 2- “Banx yar midsem ane wala hai…padhana kab shuru kar raha hai” that is how group study meant for us. 3- ” Ashok da….kal se main bhi chalonga work out karne. ab sehat se no compromise” These three guys have given some of the precious moments to remember. Our day used to start with everyone trying to awake others so that he himself can sleep and others attend lectures. “uth nalayak..kal main gaya tha lecture karne. aaj tera number hai” Unforgettable are those Antaragni and discotheque days when each one tried to see how girls from outside look like. “yar yeh baahar ki duniya main itna change aa raha hai. hum to kapdo par dhyan hi nahi dete. ek hi slipper main bathroom se lekar lecture hall ke chakkar lag jate hain”. We were very down to earth friends and always tried best to collect personal details…like “woh ajkal kisse bat karta hai ? pata nahi yar…aadha ghanta batiyata hai to bandi hi hogi. abey bandi nahi sister hogi….yaha rahkar koi gf hone ka soch bhi sakta hai ?” Frustrated with institute`s education system ( like everyone here is) we used to criticize each and every professor. Finally came the fourth year of Btech where the thought of having placements and all became headache to all. ” iska package thik nahi hai….CTC jyada likha hai…actual pay kam hai. abey yar delhi ki company main hi baithege.”  whenever one was close to getting interviewed we used to boost him up ( a lot sometimes)… ekdam thande dimag se reply karna. samne wale ki aankh main aankh dalkar. koi young ladki samne ho to usi ko mat ghurte rah jana. aur yeh tie sidhi kar….  aur sale job lekar hi nikalna….aaj hukka chalna hai. treat teri taraf se” After all that hard time…finally we started to sense the pain of leaving the insitute and friends. To some extent we were happy that we were all going to same place for job but still around hundreds of friends are still parting along with our mighty institute. Today, I saw the last of them leaving and for some time I didnt want to realize that he was actually leaving. After a long time…I realized how to cry without any tear. I m waiting for the time when we all will again get together in Delhi and start our ” machao”… non stop masti.. games. They will  again frustrate with my chatting. Thakur will watch a movie by jumping some boring scenes which many of us consider “romantic ones” I hope that fascinating time will relive again… I hope we four will find our”four” and will dance in each others marriage..I hope….

Strange topic as its title suggests because i was thinking of writing of something dedicated to our mumbaiya “bhai” log. In spite of the terror they spread,there is a silent thing observed by some comedians like johny lever which itself is a source of humour. For examlpe their names like munna mobile, pappu kurla, anwar hathela, hatiya, qayyum kana with some respectable names like gafur bhai charsi. They are always loaded with their so called ornaments like rampuri, ustra, chain and saliya. Whenever one “bhai”likes some performance of a singer (or any artist) he moves to the stage with rampuri and says-” Ae chal ae ..once more le chal. once more le naaaaaaaaaa….andar fit karoon kya”.  In case they are the performers, they will clearly tell the public ” bhai log…rada nahi karne ka. apun pata kiela hai koi opposite party ka aila hai program main unch nich karne. abhi bhai aaenge…gana gakar jaege.TAALI BAJANE KA. mehrbani nahi chahiye. performers in order to bind their audience try to perform very sincerely…but for “bhai” he announces-” aae gafur chal ae bahar gate par kadi mar . Jab tak item chalenga koi hilne ka nahi badshah.”

Every bhai has his own problem in his life …the biggest of all being police, court etc. Their jobs are mainly” hafta vasooli, murder, dhamki etc.

When a “bhai” gets late in a show ..he replies– “ab kya kare bhai…apun sidha courat(court) se aa raha hai, maa kasam apun ghar tak nahi gaya.”

“bhai ..maaf karna bhai..pan apun ko itna urgent main kyo bulaya bhai. bole to murder bich main chhodker aya. Ab tum bulaya hai to kuch kam hoenga…jyasti khali pili to tum bulata nahi. Kam bol bhai…bindaas bol.”

After hard days work …they dont want “mach mach” in evening and often end up day with a bottle of khambha.

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Please try to contribute some more tapori names and their activities…..

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veerendra 

Tanhai ka manjar yeh yad dilata hai 
mujhe kisi ka intezar hai.
ek chehra uthta hai nazar ke paimano par
aur ek nasha de jata hai
lakh dilasa de loon main is dil ko
par ek khayal dil ko chhu jata hai
mujhe kisi ka intezar hai.
jab jab gham ne mujhe gherna chaha,
man ne dil ko dilasa dilaya 
jhel ja yeh manzar bhi kyuki
mujhe kisi ka intezar hai.
Rat ka ek khwab
dil main tasweer chhod jata hai
dil karta hai gahraiyo main chhipa loon usko
par waqt use bhi chhin le jata hai.
Ab to yahi aas hai ki shayad
kisi ko mera bhi intezar hai.

I could hardly rely on our “great indian railways” anymore. I had a terrible experience on 13th may of this year. I was going to write an exam in Allahabad and I got every formality done before the big day. Birth in the train was reserved and I reached the station right on time. Train was supposed to reach at kanpur station at 2:00 AM and I with my friend got there 2 hours ago. As soon as we got there pathetic situations popped up. The railway display was showing some other train with the train number we had.

we some how got the idea of which train we r supposed to climb on. We were all set to wait till 2 AM when an announcement shook our soul. Our train was late by 4 hrs. That means we were going to spent our night right on the platform. Journey to Allahabad takes 2.5 hrs if train runs normally so we had some hope to catch up the exam (which was at 10 AM). To pass the ominous time standing before us we started to look things related to civil engg like trusses, railway sleepers (yuck…they were blocked with ****) and bridge. This wasnt sufficient to pass time by more than 1-2 hrs. I wished if I had an i-pod or a cell with mp3 songs. My desire to enjoy a song found a way out when I called Rewa di asking her what do I do. Her caller tone plays a song “main jahan rahoon..main kahi bhi rahoon”. I gave her couple of missed calls to ensure someone remaining awake while I was enjoying that song. The song was perfect,best for that time with a tiny problem that it had only one line “main jahan rahoon, main kahi bhi rahoon, teri yad sath hai” being repeated every time. 

A bunch of foreigners was waiting for Rajdhani express and they started to notice weired things in indian railways. They took pictures of pathetic railway sleepers, roaming cows and postel department.They even started to discuss on distinguishing cow and bull (After all there must be something to discuss on and they caught a poor cow/bull.In the mean time we thought of returning to the IIT campus many times but every time the railway announcements enlightened hopes of the train.

At around 6 AM when the train was supposed to arrive we lost temper and headed to the station master. Like every government employee he was  frustrated with his job too.When we asked him about the train, he burst up ” kuch kam karne doge bhi ya nahi”. This dialogue by him turned us wicked and we started replying him with double intense sound. The whole office staff gathered to hear us. Probably they were not used to hear compaints often because they got separate people to tolerate complaints. These people often turn out deaf in entertaining complaints and enjoy other topics like elections,polling results etc. After the fair debate in the station master`s office we came out in a mood to beat someone who could dare to struggle with us.

The train came at 7 AM and shook our nerves because no way it was going to leave us at our destination at right time. At that moment we had to make a quick decision on what to do. Returning back to campus was a hard step to take because some of our “true” friends would probably make fun of us for a week on our hard luck so we were forced to enter in our bogie. Now the funny side in finding our bogie..we kept on counting the bogie numbers. S1 S3 S2 S4 S5 S6 and then general compartment. Where the hell is S7 then.. we ran to cover full length of the train to find out where did they embed this bogie.Thank god..they actually put it in the train. I took my seat and could not resist to sleep. At 9.45 AM i was awakened by my friend and said..uth sale..train allahabad ke bahar khadi hai. aage signal nahi mil raha.” what a courteous train we had. It gave way to every single train coming behind it and then waiting outside the city to find space enough to be fitting in the platform. We came out of the train and walked across the track to find road and exam centre eventually. We tried to hire services of a rickshaw but the generous man asked us not to bother abt the test centre as it is at a distance of few meters from there. ofcourse he didnot mention how many meters and we did not ask too. It was around 2000 meters from there. We reached the exam centre at 10.45 and were not allowed to enter.

 They say every experience teaches us something and what we learned are-

Indian railways are prone to get late by 4-5 hrs so plan your work accordingly.

Never ask a rikshawala (in Allahabad) as to how far ur destination is.

It is better to spend more money in a bus and reach late by few minutes rather than waiting as well as reaching late by couple of hrs in a train.

“Happy Journey”

As far as my friends are concerned, all are very competitive in humour and each one is loathed with his share of funny experiences. The sad thing is that I never came across a friend among girls who is equally humourous. May be the difference in gender comes along to put a hurdle in having friendly relationships. 

My first friend ( as I could remember) was a girl “sweety”. That friendship lasted for few months and after that my selection of friends was limited to boys. Probably it happens in everyone`s life that at certain age (10yrs) he/she goes for friends with same gender. My taste of friendship got ruined in a school run by RSS in which they erased every possibility of having girls as friends. Soon after I left that hell and joined another school which gave me 4 friends in girls and many others. Out of those 4 ie Ashi,Arti, Chandni and Divya I finally found the best friend I could ever find. Friendship with boys left a different impression though.
After leaving school, I got a friend who I never imagined could be a friend too. He accompanied me during my hard days of JEE preparation. He is none other than my brother. Friendship with him was free from any jealousy,desire and it laid our ways to IITs.
From there on, I got a crowd of friends during Ragging (better call it informal introductions). Chatting made my friendlist grow enormously. From there on I realized that friends could be made without even seeing them,though this mode of friendship is no less than a normal friendship. One can fight,argue and admire a net friend . Mishi, sufia, nuzhat,Owais (from pakistan) fahtima (Phillipines),Rozie (Iran) and Rewa di,J.Jyoti (India) are such gifted net friends.
“Hail Ymessenger,gtalk and orkut”.
Last but not least, I might get to start a relation which is worth everything for me. That relation is in its initial phase of friendship and i am sure it will  cross the limits to best friend reaching upto a more fascinating and unique relation.
Credit goes to orkut and gtalk for making me hunt this friend.
At last, I would like to place some names (frm IITK)  to whom I want to say ” Friends like u are rare. I wish I could find u guys in my next life too”.
TO-
Kaushy, amresh, sandeep, Rajesh and ofcouse myself.