बेवकुफ बनाना चालाक की चालाकी है,
और बेवकुफ बनना बेवकुफ की बेवकुफी है,
अब नकारे किसको ओर सकारे किसको,
एक तरफ है चतुरता, ओर दुसरी तरफ सरलता।
रोज रविबार की दोपहर को
कुछ वक़्त बिताता हूँ अपनों के साथ
अछा लगता है 😊
कुछ बातें करता हूँ, हँसता गाता हूँ
कुछ रूठे हुए को मनाता हूँ
उनका रूठना भी जाहिर ही है
हफ्तेमें एक ही तो दिन दे पाता हूँ
कुछों में फूल आ गए हैं
पतों की खुश्बू से घर महेक ने लगी हैं
बड़े हो गएँ हैं सारे
अब तो भवरें भी आने लगे हैं
जवान जो हो गए हैं यह पौधें
खुबसूरत तो थे ही हमेशा से 😊
अछा लगता है
वक़्त बिताना अपनों के साथ
चार बातें करते हैं
दो बातें वो करते हैं, दो बातें हम 😊
It’s a question my girlfriend always asked me and the conversation went like this..
She: Tell me one thing ,why do you love me so much?
Me – I love the way you are. (The usual answer)
She: What do you mean?
She: How am I?
She: Define the way you see me as.
Me: You’re the one who loves me, understands me and cares for me.
She: Thank you. But u haven’t answered how do you see me as. Who am I?
Me: You’re beautiful.
She: I know that. What’s next?
Me: Well, you’re understanding, caring and so loving.
She: You still are not answering my question. OK Let me simply the question. What makes you love me, what do you feel?
Me: You’re the one who makes me want to be a better man.
Me: Your one kiss on my lip makes me sleep sound and content.
Me: Your smile brings a true smile automatically on my face.
Me: You choose to be completely yourself when you’re with me.
Me: You make me feel worthy enough, I deserve you. I feel I’m a good man.
I hope I answered you Gullu. 🙂
Year 2005-06, I was preparing for my MBA entrance exam & I had taken admission in IMS coaching centre, Bhubaneswar. The test comprised of 3 verticals – Quantitative ability, Data interpretation, Verbal ability and Logical reasoning. Being a Mathematics graduate and having keen interest in numbers, I did well in the first two verticals, but I was pathetic in Verbal ability, though not much in Logical reasoning. My primary education was in vernacular medium & my English, both written & spoken was basic level. My pronunciations sucked & my grammar was Subhanallah. English died in a corner every time I spoke. Ideally, in this situation, one would put more effort in weak areas; instead, I shied away from it…. till that one fine evening. I don’t remember the date & day, but I will never forget the evening that changed my life thereafter.
It was the 3rd session of a task which was given to us in “Spoken English & Vocabulary” . The task was to pick a topic & speak at least for 5 minutes. I managed to hide from the Teacher’s sight for 2 sessions but not in the 3rd session. It was a lady teacher with profound level of knowledge in English & literature. She caught me shying away – “Hey you. Yes you. I haven’t seen you speaking here. You’re next.” I had no choice. All I had was 5 minutes, to think of a topic & make a story out of it. I managed to frame the introductory part, where I thought I will build some story, but my fate had a different thing waiting for me.
Somehow I managed to stand in front of the class & I started with something like that – “It was a PUR family who lived in..
Teacher: Stop. What the hell is “PURR”? Spell it.
(I was clueless what went wrong)
Me: It’s ‘P-O-O-R’ ma’am
Teacher: You pronounced “Poor” as “PUR”? Seriously? It’s “poo r” not ‘purr’.. Say it aloud
(The entire class were laughing their ass off)
She made me pronounce it loudly for some 10-12 times & the class was still laughing. Of course it was embarrassing. I just stood still till I pronounced it right & then ended up laughing at myself.
Quite an embarrassing moment?!
The best thing it did to me is that – I don’t feel embarrassed in any such situations anymore.
The 2nd benefit : Some of the classmates who laughed at me, humiliated me, who kept making fun of me for this incident since forever.. Started helping me in my Vocab & written English whichever way they could. They were not masters in English too, but they were better than me. They shared whatever they knew. Their verbal English was not fluent too, but they were better off. They encouraged me to speak in English & corrected me when I made a mistake. Eventually we became friends & helped each other out. I helped them with Mathematics & they helped me with English & vice-verse.
“When I look back it seems to me that – They were not laughing just at me, they were laughing at themselves too. It’s just they found a companion to grow up with. I’m not in touch with most of them, but I’m sure all of them are doing well.”
Thereafter I learnt the ways to learn from people around. I don’t hesitate to ask help from friends & peers, even if it is just a simple “pronunciation” or any basic level stuff. They laugh if they find some of my questions/ pronunciations stupid & I laugh with them too. Though, I insist them on correcting me then & there, and they do help.
It was that embarrassing moment that has helped me shape my life the way it is today. I extend my gratitude to all of them who laughed at me that day. 🙂
Gulzar Gulzar Gulzar!!!
रात की सियाही कोई, आये तो मिटाये ना
आज ना मिटायी तो ये, कल भी लौट आयेगी
खाली हाथ शाम आयी है, खाली हाथ जायेगी
आज भी ना आया कोई, खाली लौट जायेगी
रात और दिन कितने खूबसूरत दो वक़्त हैं, और कितने खूबसूरत दो लफ्ज़। इन दो लफ़्ज़ों के बीच में, एक वक़फ़ा आता है, जिसे शाम का वक़्त कहते हैं। ये वो वक़्त है, जिसे न रात अपनाती है, न दिन अपने साथ लेकर जाता है। इस छोड़े हुए, या छूटे हुए लावारिस वक़्त से, शायर अक्सर कोई न कोई लम्हा चुन लेता है, और सी लेता है अपने शेरों में। लेकिन कोई-कोई शाम भी ऐसी बाँझ होती है, के कोई लम्हा देकर नहीं जाती।
~ गुलज़ार साहब
One might want to argue that our dialogue writers can pull of the deepest sentiments & emotions out of the audiences while portraying what the on-screen character needs to express. Though, a lot of times the use of metaphor seems to make you giggle or go an expressionless Mr.Bean look wanting you to turn to the person sitting next to you with a look that says ‘Ye kya hai?’
Here are some interesting one’s we thought we must highlight:
“Ab sailaab aayega Madan Chopra … sailaab aayega”
It seems that there is a high tide outside, with chances of floods. Dear Madan Chopra,gGhar mein raho vacation is a bad idea.
“Kitne Aadmi The?”
More than inquiry, this did sound like Gabbar doubting on Sambha’s academic qualifications.
Andaz Apna Apna
“Aankhein nikaal kar gotiyan khelunga”
Toh jo aapke paas gotiyan hai uska kya karoge?
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So this is Most Funny Incident i have come across. This was 4 years back.
I had just had a break up and was sad n sitting on FB .Suddenly i got a request from a girl ,she was from Jai Hind. Now she was my childhood friend.
So we started chatting and decided to meet upon a date at Nariman point.
I just got down from the train n saw her standing and this was the exact description : ” A jari worked top with some red pants” and my reaction to this was like WTFFF.
I wanted to leave right then and there but the Gentleman in me said “No bro it would be a insult”.I had this trick when i use to go on dates. I use to carry at least 10 chocolates and whenever a Girl smiles i would give her one.Sounds Lame but always worked.
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Coming straight to the point, It’s Dedh Ishqiya I’m talking about. I thought I was going to watch a great movie with a stunning story plot after a long time. But alas, I didn’t find the movie any great & yes the movie is very overrated. I don’t like criticizing great directors/ writers like Vishal Bhardwaj, Anurag Kashyap, Sudhir Mishra & their Associates-became-Directors, but I must say this – Dedh Ishqiya was a not-so-good attempt of Abhishek Chaubey.
In the nutshell…
Movie type: On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate it a 6
Story plot: Not so great
Dialogues: Average & little Pushy
Chemistry of key characters: I would say Good but not great
Naseeruddin Shah: Brilliant as usual
Arshad Warsi: Anybody could have replaced him
Vijay Raaz: BRILLIANT!
Huma Qureshi: Over acting in few crucial scenes
Madhuri Dixit: It’s high time She should be honored with the Life time achievement Award, No offence.
It’s almost after a year I felt an urge to watch a movie but It disappointed me again. The last movie I saw was Bombay Talkies a year ago & It was a disappointment too. I still can’t decipher What Bombay Talkies exactly meant to be… What was its purpose… & How did it celebrate the 100 years of Cinema? Anyways I am not convinced of the movie yet.
I would be lying if I say I don’t like Bollywood. Of course I love Bollywood for the fantastic movies It has produced in last 10-15 years. They are few in number, but one can’t complain. Every industry has its own capacity of producing great products. (Mobile phone industry has only one such great product – iPhone 😉 ).
I loved watching movies like – Maqbool, The Blue Umbrella, Barfi, Aamir, Trishna, Paan Sing Tomar, Gulaal, Oye Lucky, LSD, Hazaron Khwaishein Aishi, Dor, Iqbal, Mr & Mrs Iyer, Munnai Bhai series, Lagaan, Dil Chahta hai, AAA, Manorama, Dev D & more. These movies had brilliant story plots with amazing chemistry of characters & unique of their kind. These movies were 360 degrees brilliant in nature & none of it disappointed me a bit.
But the excellence in cinema is slowly bleeding to its death it seems.. VB made movies like Matru ki bijli, Anurag Kashyap is busy making short movies, Sudhir mishra’s Inkaar came & gone yet no news of it, Shreyash Talpade opting for Golmaal shit, Aamir khan doing Dhoom 3, Kay Kay Menon-no where to be seen, Irfan Khan-thankfully you find in some, Deepak Dobriyal-Last we saw in Tanu weds Manu?, Priyanka Chopra became Pinky…yuckk, Chitrangada Singh-Where the hell has she disappeared?, Pankaj Kapoor – Hope He’s not planning for a retirement so soon.. Sigh!
“Dear Bollywood, Please don’t bleed to death so soon. We haven’t seen the glorious side of you enough. All we ask for is, just ONE brilliant movie a year & we are content with that. Thank You.
The Poor & Hungry Indian”
Every morning has become a regret, & a deep one. Every morning I swear the same oath not to drink that night & to be a better man, but I end up slaving to alcohol every evening like this one. And it’s not just the alcohol, I end up being disgustingly knocked up myself by mixing the drunkenness with the Green. & All I could think or remember the next morning – when did I sleep yesterday? Which episode of game of thrones was I watching last? Did I have the dinner properly, I’m already hungry… It’s been a long night, could there be any smart reason to skip office today?
& the answer is always one thing – No, you don’t remember anything & now get your ass out of the bed!
A hope prevails. I would soon get out of these illusional madness. May the selflessness help me!!