SHIMLA & SCHOOL LIFE'S LAST TRIP!!

This had to happen one day the life i had been living had to be altered by the conventional procedures of society. We had to take our last trip and had to get out off the school but i am not going to cry about this because that journey of last 12 years has changed me from a wimp to a whip snake!!!

WHEN I RIVER CROSSED 

Talking about shimla it has always made the guest feel so home. The clouds forming in air, the silent drizzling rain and the anhydrous woods clapping along with happiness makes me feel as if i am in the womb of nature!!!
The best moment was to get lost in the Mall road and running in to every second monk for a photo and they simply ignoring us as distractions from the path of peace and hormone. Though we increased the entropy around with our happiness and sheer madness the people around seem so seduced by the cultural dilemma we potrayed that we had them laughing in all the photos that we clicked.

 https://www.facebook.com/divyakhanna97?fref=photo this girl DK banged into all the most annoying looking peeps of shimla for which the shimlan police wallas creep-ed us!!!!

THIS ISN'T MALL ROAD BUT ITS MADNESS

mum and tiny tigu!!!

Do Cup Chai

Delhi is so motherly. For those who have their pockets full ,they have the utmost luxuries of life and for those who have it half it gives you the homely restaurants for hoi polloi and then at last there lies a place where every Indian labour would have spent half of his life: The Tea Stall.

Day after when my exams were finished i went out with with my pocket money to promenade Gurgao to buy something for my sister's birthday who was just nine and a half and had demanded me of a Zara outfit. I had no idea what it could cost me so i took my debit also with me.

Entered the mall did some shopping and gave a feast to myself for such glorious performance in the exam and it just hurt me five thousand nine hundred and ninety nine only. It is so daring of them to add the 'only' at the end. This 'only' irks me every time i visit any mall.

Till the time i had finished shopping, the hungry villies of my stomach started it again, the gud gud of the stomach. I somehow pulled myself out of the place. After crossing few yards i saw a chai stall built over a wooden stand and the stove covered with an iron sheet cut out of a tin can which reminded me of the containers in which Dadi had desi ghee stored. I asked myself should i go there and try it ? what would people around me say?? and unraveling myself from the social causes i just went there took a cup and sipped the taste of the everyday labour's life. I saw a man sitting in a very funny way with one of his leg twisted about his hip and the other swinging along the bench. I tried to copy him but the flesh of my class obstructed me...       

  

The Walking Bad

The world is walking bad
Humans are getting mad

nature is getting worse
the  god is very sad

concrete is getting hard
making the civilization blinkard

we pretend to be earth's bodyguard
but we are the once who cause all the bio-hazards

once we were earths canard
but now we have made of it a graveyard

we have to save is from getting shard
by walking the the peaceful and brotherly boulevard


  

Maniac-ed by Modi

I came back early form my institution today ,just to see Modi taking the oath and submitting his probable candidature. I am totally maniac-ed by the mere presence of him as it brings around a sense of hope and himmat & that's not because congress got socially eradicated (they had done their best, but when time plays nothing stays) it is because his experience of the rudest of India's riots and the motherly & brotherly love of the hopeful Indians that has en-captured his soul and made him an epitome of equilibrium which is seen by the mere move of having Sharif sir in his oath ceremony. His sentiments have become India's sentiments and his belief has become india's faith.

Children see Modi as the harbinger of hope and happiness.
Youth sees Modi as a synonym for modernity.
The aged see  Modi as the baton of support and success
& I see Modi as a grand pa !!!

Science students have bad hair day!!!!

Madness lensed! !

JUST JHALLI: Girl who inspired me

Its was tough, tiring, traumatizing  & tragic. I just could't think of anything but regrets of going into it. It was yuck : My relationship. I was spied online, i was investigated till death offline, i was asked my underwear's colour, i was pushed to gulp in tonnes of silk chocolates in a day, i was blackmailed by emotional blood scratches on hand, i was given a marriage proposal everyday, i was given porn cds as birthday gifts even tough they were nice, you know how it is, arrrrgh!! the point is I had a feeling that I was imprisoned in bars of Guantanamo bay & each cell of my body had the creepy feeling of being forcefully typecast-ed into a boyfriend or a mere object of fantasy.
I BROKE UP. WE BROKE UP. THE WHOLE DAMN HARAKIRI-ING SITUATION BROKE UP !!
That night a felt free realizing the great scopes of manhood and i had a dream, her dream, the one i'm gonna write about.........  
Her smile, her hairs, she herself ......   

JUST JHALLI: Girl that inspired me

It wasn't about me or about what was happening to me, neither was it about how it was happening or what for my soul and neurological apparatus conspired within me. It was just about her. Tough it transcended me to know my pitiful life wasn't just it, it was more worthwhile. All that I had lost in the process of getting my basic education had come back and thank god at the right time because this was the time i had to decide that i'm not a clerk-able person, i'm an identity who creates emotions. i'm an artist.......

MY DOLLAR

My dog is not a dog he is so
Human ,displays all the feelings and consoles me whenever I get bad marks 
Love you $ dollar $ ...!!!

Baby is sleeping !

BAARISH

Take me away from the world of wise

take me away from the questioning eyes

take me to land where i can be carefree

take to a place where it's all between you and me

take me to the place where you come from

take me to the place where you learnt from

how to be water

how to be rain

how to lie with pure honesty

how to fly with impeccable courage

how to dive with no fear

how to swim the twirling paths

how to face the human wrath 

The shield

Nothing so epic about "the shield" but still it means a lot to us humans . It is just not and electric circuit embedded in in a racket its the sickle of the crusader of death for the monstrous mosquitoes who have caused malaria & SLEEP LESS NIGHTS(that is what matters more).....
 
I used to feel engineers are worthless human calculators but now i realize they are the SUPER-HUMANLY GUARDS... :P (don't feel bad you guys have given us the wifi that merely causes MALIGNANT TUMORS. 

A PERFRCT SOUTHERNISED GIRL OF THE MODERN BHARAT

My vulnerability and doggedness for falling for beautiful girls, almost any girl has again landed me in the teenage tempest of crushes . I just can't get over the dimples worth diving, the hairs worth twirling, the smile worth crying, the eyes worth kissing, the waist worth touching of another newcomer in the Bollystan (Bollywood) , Aila bhatt (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alia_Bhatt) . she has truly carved herself into an identity which would make any guy sycophant. Her confident & brutal (Kattal) tangerine like words compensated by her impeccable expressions she has bought it all out of me can't wait to see her playing another heart hitting role.

<STUDENT OF THE YEAR>

<HIGHWAY>

<2 STATES>

ANOTHER PARA FROM MY BOOK

Unintentionally and magically I held her waist and we both were as if everything had paused. Standing and holding each other with emotions. I cynically thought I should kiss her. I asked my brain should I kiss her. No answer came. As if the synapse was broken. All I could feel was the stone in my left shoe and her hot breath . I thought it wasn’t right. She loosed me and said ‘I love you  Aryan. I had a crush on you since a very long time and I really am willing to be in a relationship with you but I..
 

That gets

Its the beautiful bird that gets
caged
Its the bitterest words that gets heard
Its the strong cat that gets
Enchained
Its the weakest man that gets mobbed
Its the loneliest whale that gets heard
Its the sweetest flower that gets sucked
Its the strongest man that gets
hurt
Its the bluest sea thats gets
red
Its the blackest time that gets
white
Its the fastest second that gets
an hour
Its the luckiest man  that gets his desires
at power

WHEN I FOUND I WAS DEAD

WHEN I FOUND I WAS DEAD

mistakes are meant to learn from
but i was a thick skin born
it'd made a liar , a cheater of me
as all i did was to hide away
and the consequences i didn't besee
it made me unforgivable
which made me so miserable
miserable me was like the decaying death
no reason for life and no reason for love
only god could treat the dark so he called me above

A PARA FROM MY BOOK

“ ahhann!!” she silenced  the TV and gave a naughty look to me . Her straight hairs kissed her face as she came stalking her prey. I scanned her curves through my lucky shirt. She came and sat in the perfect copulation position. I could feel the blood pounding in my sex.  She gave a nasty grin and rubbing here spheres advanced her face towards mine and licked and damped my lips like a small girl enjoying her candy. I didn’t move. It was only she doing the much needed. I had my eyes close in pleasure. I opened my eyes and peeping trough the hemp of what she had worn I moved my hands close to her spheres. She suddenly stopped of my action and propped up. The next thing she did was what I admired the most. She unbuttoned the top button of her already opaque shirt and hugged me tightly and said they’re all yours. And you needn’t guess what happened next because nothing did actually happen. I knew it was wrong and I decided to stop not to get a barrier but to actually stop the mean act……….. 

I SAW

Don't know what to write about her. she was a pretty looking girl who went gaga over Gucci and Prada. The first time i saw her was at the parking of DLf promenade with her friends talking about the stuff that haunts every and any man's pocket. I was literally aw-stuck after seeing her glances and the gait with which she walked. I don't want to sound presumptueux but each part of her body was worth sculpturing and preserving. So i wrote a poem for her I SAW

Today i saw what he could make
for all the pitiful earthman's sake
As they thought that they had all the love
but they had miss a girl as beautiful as a white dove

she was like a dawning dream
which had energy like a water stream
she was like the center of earth
which has all and face no dearth
she the perfect sun
from which the mornings had begun
she was like the most unlike being
as she was perfect and a princess-ly being
 

that forever this

blue forever will be blue
pink forever pink

not all ships can survive the sea
most of them sink

white forever will be white
black forever black

No human is perfect in somebody
something always lacks
yellow forever will be yellow
brown forever brown

Mostly from the kings family
somebody is crowned

red is always pain
whether its the heart or any materialistic gain

A friend

She mattered a lot
But she was leaving the school
I cried whole night
N asked god that she stays
And somehow her father's transfer was cancelled
And she stayed
With me
And will stay with me
My bff!!!

India

In those days

those days
Had changed my ways

All the hardships
Had made me worship

From all the agony and the pain
Strength & determination I did gain

Truth had never been so bitter
When I saw the drakness of all that glittered

But I stood strong
Against all that was wrong

But I stood Right
As my will supported my might

But I stood bold
Against what the wise man told

As I wanted to find my way
Which was like finding a pin in hay

I struggled
My way to be the best
I struggled
My way to fight the rest
I struggled
My way to god's every test
I struggled
my way to success