Aam Hai Kya

A parrot goes to a shopkeeper and asks ... 'Aam hai kya?'

The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi. Hum Aam nahi bechte.'

Next day at the same time, the parrot goes again and asks him ...'Aam hai kya ?'

He gets a little irritated and says... 'Aare Bola na, Hum 'Aam nahi Bechte'

On the third day, the parrot goes again and asks him 'Aam hai kya ?'

He gets wild and yells ...'Bola na naahi. Abhi vapas aaya to tumhare sar ke upar hathoda marunga '

The next day,the parrot comes again and asks him ..'hathoda hai kya?'

The shopkeeper says ... 'Nahi'

The parrot then asks ... 'Aam hai kya ?'

The next day parrot again goes to shopkeeper and asks "Aam hai kya??"

The shopkeeper is ready now....
He quickly pulls a hammer and hitz the parrot on the face.
The parrot looses all his teeth
But determined, parrot again goes 2 the shopkeeper next day n asks


"AAM KA JUICE HAI KYA???"-

Don't Copy if you Can't paste

A popular Motivational speaker(Well D name is Mr. jawahar lal Nehru) was entertaining his audience. He said:
"The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my
wife!"

The audience was in silence and shock.

The speaker added: "And that woman was my mother!"
Laughter and applause continued!

A week later, a top manager trained by the motivational speaker tried to
crack this very effective joke at home.

He was a bit foggy after a drink.
He said loudly, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a
woman who was not my wife!"
The wife went furious with shock and rage.
Standing there for 20 seconds trying to recall the second half of the joke,
the manager finally blurted out "... and I can't remember who she was!!!!"


Moral of the story: Don't copy if you can't paste!

People who Shaped me.........

THE PEOPLE WHO SHAPED ME.

The other day I got asked a question that got me stumped and thinking. The question was this. Who are the three people who have inspired you? It sent me hurtling down memory lane…and a long lane that is…. knocking briefly on one door , shaking my head… no… not that one.. yes she attracted me.. yes he impressed me..but inspire? Now that’s a special word.

Inspiration is a life enhancer, to me it is a turning point where someone takes you by the hand and walks you on to a different path and says walk…. fear not… it will be for the better.

Being the cynical soul that I am, it was difficult to be inspired by many people. When I look back, there was more kidding than greatness. There was definitely a lot of support from some in power, a lot of love given and reciprocated but inspiration is another dimension.

So the names that surfaced to mind were:

KIRAN KUMAR

Educationists, thinker, boss, friend. A lecturer of P.D.M Polytechnic Bahadurgarh. where I did my diploma in Electronics and Communication Engineering..

When I met Kiran Sir, I had been a student not good in studies. The Professors used to say He cant do anything.

But Learning was a passion that engaged me totally.

Kiran Sir never actively taught me anything more than the syllabus. He had a zero interference policy but He was watchful. I learnt from him to delegate. If he had a criticism he would say it when we were studying and end it with a smile that often brought tears to my eyes. I learnt from him a generosity of spirit. A teacher is a giver. There is place for everyone. Teachers are big hoarders. I learnt from him the blessing of giving.

I held his praise in high regard. he would share with me stuff that other teachers said about me. he would mention me to people. he would mention me as one of his best in studies. he would send me out for prestigious assignments. So simple and yet so profound.

I learnt from Kiran Sir you don’t have to heap money and praise to reward people, you need to be sincere, to share information, to show that you value the person. I am so different from Kiran Sir –he was soft spoken in the extreme – I am not,. Those who work well With me have every freedom, those who don’t, I let go – yes that too I learnt from him.

Kiran Sir and I had spent some good Moments togeher. Now he is Head of Department in the same college.

Kiran Sir… was, is, and will be an inspiration.

The second person who comes to mind is:

YOGESH MISHRA SIR

Mishra Sir is senior lecturer of Electronics Engineering at the BRCM College of Engineering and Technology Bahal Bhiwani(Haryana) where I did my B.E., my first degree in education.

A Person from Uttar pradesh.. very good teacher, Fun loving. Again soft spoken and calm.

Mishra sir was an excellent teacher. Clarity was the key. And engagement. Eye contact, interest in the audience, organization of matter. He showed me how one needs to get into the mind of the student or a person. Be it. That was a big education.

Her accent, although thoroughly Indian, was impeccable.

I learnt from her that you need to have depth. ‘Knowledge is Power’ he once said to me and I have never forgotten. It is indeed. It is the foundation for a lot of courage and fortitude. He always said Communication skills doesn't matter if you are having very good basics.

From Mishra sir I learnt how the foundation was important, In our college ours was the first batch who conducted a course on PCB Designing. I learnt to be an independent thinker and have the confidence to be a creator of ideas.

Meanwhile, I have learnt from lots of people what not to do. My observation of others in the profession was a good handbook on how not to be a disaster. That too was learning.

And the third?

It is a filling of the varied influences of authors, poets, movies, theatre and people in many walks of life. From my parents and my friends I have learnt to value honesty and integrity. That is another source of immense strength.

From the virtual world many friends, my dearest being Anshu for her erudition, her generosity and her unconditional affection. I never thought a girl sitting just next to me in a train journey will be soo good friend of mine. She taught me a lot.

Well, if I die tomorrow, I have acknowledged my debt to the various people who filled my life with joy and purpose.

How people thinks....

This is real incident which happened with me during my Diploma time in 2001

I was in a train. it was crowded, even air had no place to stand there.

I was lucky that i got a seat . but i was sitting not with any comfort.

A girl of about 12, was sitting by my side.she looked poor, tired,even sick.

her eyes were sad.

as if a lost sparrow had been trapped here.

she was feeling suffocated,she surely wanted some rest.

she was getting sleepy, so she rested her head on my shoulder and went to sleep instently.

I let her rest, i did not want to disturb her.

I thought , if my sister had been so much tired, i would have taken all care to give her comfort.

she was like my sister.

so she slept on my shoulder with some comfort .

A man opposite me was looking at us, all the time.i did not like his eyes.

-"maja karo" - he said to me, with a crooked smile.

at that moment , this poor girl woke up and stood up . she must have heard these cruel words..

i saw tears in her eyes.

Before i could say a word to her, she touched my feet and

went towards the door of the compartment, to get down on the coming station..

I looked hard at the man with anger.

i thought, how people get dirty minds. that night i could not able to sleep.

I finally found someone

“I finally found someone” read the status message of my Rediffbol.

In minutes I had a swarm of windows, wondering whom did I find, not to mention the excited quiver of their fonts that clearly displayed how happy they were.

Well here’s how it all began:

Date: 13Feb 2008 (the day before Valentine)

Despite all my attempts to leave for office on time, I managed to leave at the exact time 10 minutes late: 8.40am.

“Gaye kaam se” I said to myself. Today I’m gonna get late for the office, yet again. Not that anybody would create a hulla-boo over it, yet, I felt I was answerable to myself.

The Train arrived on time , I had a nice vacant seat to sit in no time (what a super Co incident) and just

yesterday I was reading this book called “Love Story”. As I held the copy and dripped in the mushy romanticism, It was a few minutes later that I noticed him: my “someone”.

It so happened that all of a sudden, whenever I would listen to the songs, it would be playing one of my favourite songs. As I lip synced to each of them, with my air guitar, air drums and air piano to accompany, I noticed him. Just a few minutes ago he was all quiet and now his eyes met mine. “Ohh… I’m loving this” I said to myself, for my “someone” was quiet a Hmmmmm..... Leave it

When I stepped out of the Train, he followed.

The thinking was at its best and so was the romanticism.

He followed me to the office and by then I had gratefully acknowledged his presence. I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful valentine gift. I had finally found someone. Someone who I had lost to the loss of a loved one, someone who I had lost to the worries of life and someone who was back, finally. It was Me; back to my earlier self. Grateful to you God for making me fall in love with my mad cap myself, all over again.

As I once wrote on the slate of my mind: “I wish I was gay. That way I would be able to non-consciously fall in love with the man in the mirror”..

I wish i could fall in love with the man in mirror.....:P :D

Happy Valentines Day fellas.

Will u BE my Valentine????

Will You Be My.....



you are my love
you are my life
you are my heart
you are my strength
you are my bright day
you are my beautiful night
you are my passion
you are my life's reason
you are my heaven
you are my dream
you are my music
you are my smile
you are my future
you are my peace of mind
you are my happiness....


we will never part
without you life is never complete...

Will you be my Valentine??

Violence: four very short stories ..... A Truth...

She is very pretty and he is very handsome. She is the best singer at school. He is the school cricket team captain. He is the best athlete; girls love him. It’s teenage love. Magical, as ever.

Folks at home don’t like their relationship. They want to bargain, as usual, to no end. Option-less, they elope. They get married and promise to live together, happily ever after.

A couple of months pass. The World raises its ugly face. Money is in short supply. The odd jobs don’t really help much.

Love evaporates.

He drinks as if there is no tomorrow. She cries all the time.

They have an argument, and then, they have a fight. She tells him, ‘You are no man’. He wants to prove that’s what he is, ‘a man’.

He beats her with his cricket bat, breaks a few of her bones. He wins. She loses.

As always, the relationship remains the biggest loser. Violence.

***

He believes his religion is ‘in danger’. Even his indoctrinator says so.

He leaves home to fight for his religion, and to restore his religion’s lost glory.

His parents are confused, “Where did this son come from? He is just 18. We never brought him up that way!” He doesn’t care, for he has a bigger cause to fight for. The AK-47 and the RDX are friends that will help him achieve his cause.

He fights, and he is dead. No one sings. He is dead fighting a ‘cause’ no one understands.

No one claims him; not even his indoctrinator. His parents refuse to recognize his dead body. Violence.

***

Her mother controls the home and believes, blindly, in tradition.

She wants to fly. Her mother says, “It is not healthy to fly. Good girls don’t fly. They cook.”

She wants to go out and find a job. Her mom says, “Don’t. There are guys all around, all potential rapists.”

She hates home.

Her mom says to the relatives, “she is misguided. She has the galls to be free!” and she adds, “She is influenced.”

Her mom forces her marriage. The guy claims to be an NRI. They don’t really know much about him, but they assume that all NRIs are great. “God’s own children”; as they say.

The marriage happens. She doesn’t really like him. Her mom doesn’t care. Violence.

***

It is her first day to the kindergarten, in a big bad city somewhere in India. Her parents are happy and proud.

She goes to the kindergarten. She does her jigsaw and she does her nursery rhymes. The kindergarten loves her, and she loves the kindergarten.

She is very friendly. She looks around. Right in front of the kindergarten building; there is a construction site.

Laborers at the construction site work; and their kids play all the time. She wants to play with the laborer’s kids, they are her age.

She makes advances. She wants to play in the sand, without a care in the world. She wants to build sand castles, together with the laborer’s kids.

Her kindergarten teacher tells her, “Don’t talk to those dirty kids. They are ‘gande bacche’, filthy kids. They will spoil you, and they will teach you abuses.” Violence.

I think this is the answerrr

this is the answer i gottttt... i thinkkk .... i realised that this might be the answer

Life is not as easy as I supposed.

Problems are not solved in the way they are proposed.

Why I throw the ball outside the goal.

When I am standing just beside the pole.

It is like writing the same word all the time.

Can’t explain my feeling in my rhtyme.

People say life is what it is.

I ask, so what it is?

Can anyone answer me why my struggle is futile?

I weep daily but why it is difficult to bring a smile?

Questions, Questions unanswered why they are in my mind.

This ad that I am getting always but not of that kind

Dhiru dear, do not fear, even if questions are in queue.

Don’t search today the answer they will one day find you!!

one of Diary Entries

This is one of my diary entries..... 19-11-07

rain is there & friend is by myside, honey is wanderig & i'm writing. actually my mind was full of ideas which were not complete, scattered & non uniform. they can't result in a good composition so i thought to write it here.

My mind asks why its late when i find something revolutionary? why its late when i start somethin? why its late whe i fiish something & even its not complete? why this happens with me? why my ever best creation is lost in the dust of life? why it is too tough to end my fiction (the one i'm writing)? isn't that idiotic or may be ironic that i packed my belongings in a gift wrap & have sent them away frm me? isn't it strange that whenever i think of studying it does not seems to be the correct time? is't this stupid that i still find hope in my self talk & teleconections? isn't this despairing that i'm still trying to continue with anshu? isn't it funny that I believed that anshu was a frn & still believe so? isn't this factual that i'm doing worst in life? why i always have to change my path? isn't this heroc that i'm still fighting when battle is over? isn't this disturbing that i'm still doing what i should not do even after knowing it?

isn't this a big question that why i have a lot of questions whe i have no answers in my vicinity.

GODDDDDD PLSSSSS HELPPP ME OUTTTTTTTTT........... :(