"He called me shorty"

Fifteen years later, AMITABH BACHCHAN remembers his co-star and best friend, Amjad Khan

I FIRST met him on the outdoors of Sholay. He had an endearing presence, one that was immediately likeable. A quality that most succumbed to. I was keen on knowing who he was from day one because he was going to play the role that I had liked best: Gabbar Singh.

His credentials preceded him. Salim-Javed, the writers of the film, had recommended him after seeing his work on stage. They spoke of him in glorious terms. In hindsight, how prophetic it turned out.

We loved every thing about him during the making of the film-his persona, his style, his performing capabilities. But we were skeptical of his voice. We felt it was too feeble for a frame so large, and for Gabbar. But he disproved us. That very voice became the most attractive part of the character and, indeed, the film.

Music of a film coming out on 33-1/3 rpm records was a common feature in those days. But for Sholay, the dialogues of the film came out first, and most of the dialogues were Amjad's. Till date, it is only his dialogues that remain in our memory.

Amjad made friends easily and trusted them without question. It came naturally to him. He would hurt when they betrayed him, but was never vengeful.

The tea industry in India needed to acknowledge him for their sales. He drank gallons of it during the course of a day. Tea and his bank of lighthearted banter were two constants in his life.

He possessed great intellect. His study curriculum and his interest in the written word, not necessarily in English, were other attributes. Urdu poetry and music of the semi-classical nature found a prominent space in his daily routine. Ghazal evenings were often organised on the terrace of his Bandra house; he was in his element then.

He voluntarily helped people. Not just friends, people. I know for sure that there were several occasions when he would work in a project purely because it would bring someone out of financial trouble, knowing well that the project would perhaps be harmful for his own commercial standing. In the very selfish and materialistic environment of today's world, it was hard to believe that someone would actually risk his reputation for an unknown.

In times of trouble, you could trust him to be standing beside you. It was ironic and sad therefore for me to note, that when he had his car accident driving to Goa for the shoot of a film that he and I were starring in, there was no one beside him. He was in bad shape. The accident had occurred some miles away from the city. His wife and little Shadaab, his son, were with him. Stranded on the highway, it was a Herculean task for him to find help. By the time we got him to the Goa Hospital in Panjim, a unit in those days devoid of sophisticated medical equipment, he was slipping into a coma.

One of the most difficult decisions of my life at that moment was to take the responsibility of signing the document on behalf of him and his family, for surgical procedures to be initiated. There was no one around. His family was in Bombay and could only come in the next day, and those for whom he had come to work for, did not want to take the risk.

The hours that went by during the surgery, as they repaired his broken ribs and pierced lung, were a nightmare. When he made it out of the OT, I drank myself silly that night and wept, and prayed that he would survive. He was a tough cookie; he made it.

He was shifted to Bombay soon after and he recuperated at Nanavati Hospital. I just didn't have the courage to go and meet him; reverse withdrawal symptoms. It was difficult to see this strong specimen of masculinity, lying limp, weak and defeated. Until, he wrote me a note from his bed, the contents of which I cannot disclose, and I went across to see him. He was fine. The banter was back, as was that ever present mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

During the making of one of the several films we did together, I think it was Parvarish by Manmohan Desai, we were on a set of the climax where a mock submarine had been constructed. As was the temperament on most Manji's films, other than him, we all would find the situations he created greatly illogical. (It's another matter he would always have the last laugh; because all his illogic eventually rattled the cash registers at the box office.) This one was no different.

We suddenly discovered that all the artists on set were Librans-Shammiji (Shammi Kapoor), Vinod Khanna, Amjad, Kader Khan and myself. So we quickly and very wittily invented a little ditty 'We are crazy Librans (beeping) up this film!' sung to the tune of a famous World War II, British motivational battle song. This became our signature greeting every time we found ourselves in similar extenuating circumstances and we would have a good laugh over it.

In 1982, I had my accident on the sets of Coolie. Coming out of the ICU after two months, one of the first to meet me in hospital was Amjad. As he walked into the room at Breach Candy Hospital, he burst into "We are crazy Librans". It was perhaps the first time the nurses saw a smile on my face.

He left us suddenly. Unexpectedly, without warning. In his sleep. On hearing the news, I rushed to his house and up to his bedroom. It was difficult to imagine he had gone. This wonderful friend, this great companion and colleague just lay there as though in deep sleep.

And as I looked on, I almost felt that any moment he would open his eyes and with his mischievous grin greet me with a "Hi Shorty".

from The Indian Express

सड़क

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Ulajhi hui raaho per,kaisa ye tamasha hai
Jab waqt thahrata hai,raahi badh jaata hai

eento ki bani sadkein,paati kab manzil hai
Jab saans ukhadti hai,darwaaja bulaata hai

sookhe kuch patton ko,havao ne udaaya hai
Jab dagar thithurati hai,patjhad bhi rulaata hai

mudte-chalte raaho ko ,aj bechaini ka saaya hai
Jab din ki lau bujhti hai,makaa apna yaad aata hai

panchi ya musafir ho,'khayaal' thoda hi saath nibhaya hai
Jab raat amavas ki hai,chand bhi kaha aata hai !!!

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उलझी हुई राहों पर,कैसा ये तमाशा है
जब वक़्त ठहरता है,राही बढ जाता है

ईंटो कि बनी सडकें,पाती कब मंज़िल है
जब सांस  उखड़ती है,दरवाजा बुलाता है

सूखे कुछ पत्तों को,हवाओ ने उड़ाया है
जब डगर ठिठुरती है,पतझड़ भी रुलाता है

मुड़ते-चलते राहों को ,आज बेचैनी का साया है
जब दिन कि लौ बुझती है,मकाँ अपना याद आता है

पंछी या मुसाफिर हो, 'ख़याल' थोडा ही साथ निभाया है
जब रात अमावस कि है,चांद भी कहाँ आता है !!!


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बेवजह

कहती है खामोशियाँ ये बात इस तरह
लेता है किसी का ये क्यों अहसान बेवजह !

चलते हुए तेरे कदमो से राहे गूंजती रही
कोई और जो चला तो हुई सुनसान बेवजह !

किल्कारिया भरते थे जो लम्हे सभी...कभी
सूजी है आज आंखें,रोये वो नादान बेवजह !

ढलता रहा सूरज कि तरह,बिखरा के रौशनी
ये रात क्यों आयी...हो तुझसे अनजान बेवजह !
जाना तो था 'ख़्याल ' साथ बहोत दूर तक हमे
चलो ढूँढता हूं अब "वो" मेहमान बेवजह !

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Kahtee hai khamoshiyan ye baat iss tarah
leta hai kissi ka ye kyu ahsaan bewajah

Chalte hue tere kadmo se raahe goonjti rahi
koi aur jo chala toh hui sunsaan bewajah

Kilkaariya bharte the jo lamhe sabhi kabhi
sooji hai aj aankhe,roye jo naadan bevajah

Dhalta raha sooraj ki tarah,bikhra ke roshni
Ye raat kyu aayi...ho tujhse anjaan bevajah

Jaana toh tha saath 'khayaal' bahot door tak hume
Chalo dhoondhta hoon abb woh mehmaan bewajah

Ek Geet

Dhoop ki lakeer pe jume hue se kuch khwaab
.......andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Raat ki dahleez pe sooraj ke ugne ke aasar
........andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Panchiyon ke badlon ko jeet lene ke armaan
........andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Ghonsle ke deewaro ko rang lagaane ke aas
........andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Tap-tap tapkati baarish ki boondo ka sachcha sa sangeet
Door se aati havaon mei mitti ka saundha swaroop
.......andhere ko pasand nahi aaye

Akele raaste pe chalne ka kiya tha jo pran
Ujaale se milaane ka diya tha jisne vachan
Woh Raasta aur uska Jeevan
.......andhere ko pasand nahi aaye


Rahte hue iss andhere mein hi
kyu naa hum holi manaye
Aao andhera jaalaye
Aao andhera jaalaye !

Naa pade fir koi khwaab kaala
Aur raat ko bhi de sooraj ujiyaara
Tinka tinka fir ghosle ka rangeen ho
Aur goonjta boondo ka sangeet ho

.......Aao andhera jaalaye
.......Aao andhera jaalaye!




The inspiration for this poem was a "thick bundle of sunrays" peeping through the half open door and coming into my room...


Written for Vijay

कुछ बातें

कुछ सुबह की धुंध थी
और याद है मुझे
तुम...एक ग़ज़ल सी
बेफिक्र ..बेपरवाह
सो रही थी


कुछ था आलस
तुम्हारी उभरी आँखों को
माथे पर पड़े हुए बल को
कभी कभी यूँ ही आई
एक गहरी सी हंसी को


कुछ था आलस
खिड़की से आती
कभी कभी तुम्हे परेशा करती
एक टुकड़ी धूप को


और कुछ था आलस
तुम्हारे चेहरे पे लहराते
इक् शरारती बाल को


नन्ही साँसों के डुबान से जो
हिल तो रहा था
ना जाने क्यों पर
चेहरे से दूर नहीं जा रहा था


काफी देर तक ..यूँ ही 
मै भी एक तक सा  देखता रह गया 
उन् साँसों से इधर उधर 
कभी लरजते ,सिमटते और मुड़ते
कभी यहाँ कभी  वहाँ भागते 
उसी एक शरारती बाल को 


अपनी भी आवारगी कुछ ऐसे थी
पूछ बैठे उसी से "करोगे दोस्ती"


एक सांस बाद
कुछ मुदा तुड़ा सा वो
एक तिल के ऊपर से गुजरता है
और कहता है


ठीक है
हुई तुमसे दोस्ती
करो एक प्रॉमिस

कोशिश की बहुत आजतक
लेकिन कभी इस ग़ज़ल से
बात नहीं हो सकी

थोड़ी हिम्मत करके मैंने सोचा
आखिर तुम्हारा नाम तो जान ही लूं

लेकिन , चुपके से..जब भी
तुम्हे सोता हुआ देखता हूँ
और जब भी चेहरे पर खेलते हुए
उस बाल को देखता हूँ

कुछ बातें करनी थी जो
कुछ किस्से कहने थे जो
उनको भूल जाता हूँ

और जब तुम्हारी आँखें खुलती हैं
दाहिने हाथ की किसी ऊँगली से
उस शरारती बाल को चेहरे से हटा के
बड़े करीने से जुल्फों  में बाँधा जाता है

मै उस प्लेन की खिड़की से बाहर देखता हूँ
और ये सोचता हूँ

क्या तुम्हारी आँखें खुली हुई थी 
जब हम कुछ बातें कर रहे थे ?





Written for a co-passenger in Air Deccan flight.....

कविता

शब्दों के बाग़ से चुने कुछ कलियाँ
गुथी एक माला
और यूं बुनी है एक कविता

एक कविता ,धीमे धीमे...
जिसने सीखा महकना
फूलों से दोस्ती करना
धागों से गुफ्तगू करना
रंगो में घुल घुल हंसना

कुछ लिखा,कुछ ना लिख पाय
कुछ कह दिया,कुछ भूल गया
कुछ सुना गया,कुछ अन्सुना रह
तुम्हारे लिए तो बुनी थी शब्दों कि माला
तुम्हारे लिए ही नर्म खुशबु भरी थी
शायद लगा मुझे के
तुम इससे अपने करीब पाओगे
इस रंगभरी कविता को
अपने होठो पे सजाओगे
आह.....तुमने तो छुआ भी नही
मेरा दिया तोहफा तो खुला ही नही
दम घुट गया उसका धीमे धीमे
लेटे लेटे एक "gift wrapper " से कमरे में
सो गयी थक-कर
वो दो आंखें पीली पीली
झिन्झोड़ा आज बहुत...उठी नही
एक फूल भी नसीब नही हुआ
उस माला को ..जो फूलों से भरी थी
काश !आज भी तुम आ जाओ
उस कविता को सुर्ख फूल दिखा जाओ
क्या खबर...शायद फिर से उखड़ी साँसे आ जाये
क्या खबर...शायद फिर से दो धड़कने हिला जाये!

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Avaaz

Gumsum see ek chidiya thi
Sab ke liye paheli thi
Kuch ke liye jaadui pudiya thi
Gumsum see ek chidiya thi

Saara jungle saathi tha
Titli ho phool ho chahe woh haathi tha

Sab yun hi poocha karte

Tum humare jaise kyu na rahte
Naa hi raaston pe nikalte
Aur naa kuch avaaz hi karte
Jaane kyu gumsum raha karte

Dekho timtim taaron ko
Poocho in anokhe nazaaron ko
Kahtee hai ye raat suhaani
Poori karo apni tum kahaani


Gumsum Chidya kahtee hai

Apnee avaz sunaati hoon
Kuch jaroori bataati hoon
Jab Sab sapno mein khoye rahte hain
Main pratidhvaniyan suntee hoon
Sun sun kar hi hunstee hoon
Aur sun sun kar hi rotee hoon

Kya aie chand sitare
Kya aie anchue nazare
Aur tum raat suhaani
Sunogi meri kahaani...

Darkar bole saare ye
Rahna khush aur chamakna hai hume
Kabhi fursat mille toh sunte hai
Tumhare bikhre paron ko jodte hai


Jo gumsum see chidiya thi
Jo jaadu ki pudiya thi
avazon se bahar nikal nahi paayi
Unki baucharon mein khud ko akela hi paayi

Tabhi ek paakhi usse raat nazar aayi

Door desh se aayi hoon main
Aapus mein chal baat karein
Avazon ko mil baat karein

Kuch dard mera tu le le
Aur kuch gumo ko mujhe de de

Lambi rahi woh raat suhaani
Kahte rahe woh apni kahaani 

Baandhi unn kisson se aati avazon ko
Aur bikhera bahte nadi naalon pe

Subah hui sab soch rahe the
Phool,titli haathi bhi dekh rahe the

Chidiya aaj chahchaha rahi thi
Khoob saari hunsi bikhere hi jaa rahi thi
Door desh jo paankhi aaya tha
Chua apni aankh toh geela paya tha

Aur baaki aaj bhi sab soch rahe.... 

For friends...who continue to help me whenever they listen my "Avaz"

Triveni......The three liners

What is a Triveni?

This craft owes it's existence to legendary Gulzar....Gulzar named
this three liner form as "triveni" ..the third line should open a new perspective or unfold completely new dimension or simply give twist to the upper two line(which are like sher... complete in their own way)

In words of Gulzar.....

त्रिवेणी नाम इसलिये दिया था कि संगम पर तीन नदियाँ मिलती हैं.गंगा जमुना और सरस्वती. गंगा और जमुना के धारे सतह पर नज़र आते हैं लेकिन सरस्वती जो तक्षशिला के रस्ते बह कर जाती थी, वो ज़मीन्दोज़ हो चुकी है. त्रिवेणी  के तीसरे मिसरे(LINE) का काम सरस्वती दिखाना है जो पहले दो मिसरों मे छुपी हुई है...

So here i am presenting few of my own Triveni's...on different topics


******विराम******
अपने पराये भूल के उसके पीछे भागासपने में भी सपने के पीछे भागा

जिन्दगी कि कलम विराम कब लगायेगी???




******छाँव******

ये लम्हा कभी धूप में वो लम्हा कभी छांव में
ये धूप छांव का खेल,चलता है जिन्दगी तेरे गाँव में

तभी तू मुझे अक्सर श्वेत और श्याम नज़र आती है!




******मौन की गूँज******

दो उदास आंखे..रात की खामोशी
करती रहती बातें...कुछ कही- अनकही

मौन की गूँज कल पूरी रात सुनायी दी



******शब******
दिन में भी शब आती.. जाती रही
ख्वाब जो उमड़ते थे..उन्हें पिघलती रही

इतनी आंच कहा से आयी..पता ना चला




******उम्मीद******

उसी उम्मीद ने बे-वजह नाउम्मीदगि दिलाई
किसी नाउम्मीद ने बा-वजह उम्मीदगी सिखाई

ये अजीब खेल...ख़त्म होते ही शुरू हो जाता है!





******आंचल में मोती******

ख्यालों में उसके आंचल में मोती पिरोता रह....सारी उम्र
ख्यालों में उसके दामन में हीरे भिगोता रह....सारी उम्र

मरा मिला मजनू वो आज.....हीरे-मोती दो रोटियां ना खरीद सके!




******रस सूख गया******

तेरी मासूमियत मह्काने के लिए दिए थे जो रस
धीरे धीरे सूखने लगे जब बीते कुछ बरस

आखिर तेरी खुशियाँ किसी और को भाती क्यों नही?




More to come in subsequent blogs.....

The Guardians

Even before opening my eyes
I felt that warmth and protection
Behind the womb of the mother
I was safe.....well guarded

Evil viruses or agonizing dreams
Lost in a fair or lots of despair
Drawn in Confronts or shame by affronts
Beneath the armour of father
I was safe.......well guarded

As my wings become stronger
The guardians push me to go higher
"Learn the cruel rules
May the guardian angel be with you"
I laughed with bloated pride
"Let the angels be with you"

As I grow up learning
Sometimes pain creeps-in the veins
Sometimes darkness penetrates the soul
Sometimes devils start barking in the mind
Sometimes false expectations squeeze the heart


I want to reach behind that safe womb
I want to go beneath that impeccable armour

And then
I could feel in dreams
Guardian angel collecting sorrows happily
Filling the punctured soul by honey

Oh my angel...
This selfish spirit,
needs you tonight
Please visit for a moment
And May the life freeze at that moment........


Written for the guardian angel of everybody...May they visit earth this diwali

Only If I Could.....

The Door through which the stream of dreams flow
Was knocked ....

Stunned was I...
Two starry eyes pleaded

"Create a picture of mine
but I don’t have a dime"

Her wavering pitch black hair
Made the arrogant air
......sublimed

Oh...the forehead was shining
Like the scorching sun whining

The eyebrows were dark and deep
The moon was half asleep

I started getting drowned
in the eyes black-brown

Those moving lips
almost brought an eclipse

The Vibrant shiny earring
Created a whirlwind

To hear her chuckle
The laziest atom of mine...struggles

Midway through the painting
She desired to leave

I will come again
to feel my beauty...she said
only if I could.......
...........................

I never saw that spasmodic creation of mine
Alas.....only if I could



Written for incomplete but a perfect picture


Thanks to Radhikaji for making grammatical corrections

But Seriously....

I was thinking about this from a long time...what shall i write for my 50th entry on this blogspot...how magnanimous this should be...then I got a Birthday gift and I am unwrapping it in front of you...


maine socha ek tohfa dun
tere zanmdin ke aagman par
bahut dhundha par paya nai
kuch aisa jo la sake khushi tere honthon par

janta hun teri khushi hai kahan
par vo tujhe de nahi sakte ham
........magar................
khushi insaan ke dil main hoti hai
man le agar to sanvar jaye tera ghar

teri duniya main to sab kuch hai
khuli aankho se tu dekhe gar
jo pa nahi saka use bhul ja bas
ban jayega fir khushi bhara har manjar

man meri baat tere sapne fir se sajenge
teri duniya main fir se naye phool khilenge
zindagi adhyayon main hi aati hai
iske panne jald hi badlenge

hamare liye to har din tu naya tohfa lata hai
har din fir se janmdin ho jata hai

Zindagi uski hi hai jisse koi aa ke kahe
dekh tere hone se maine kya paya hai
Garmi ki is tej dhup jaisi jindagi main
tu ham doston ka ghana saya hai

Dua itni hi hai abb rab se
rang bhare vo tere sapno main
jitni khushiyan baanti hai tune
Utni hi khushiyan ho tere daaman main



I never thought I was worth a poem....spellbound is Saurabh....unforgettable is the gift...

how grand is 50th entry,dear reader?

Move On

It was never too late
to latch on
Between duration of two breaths
Lies infinite possibilities for life
Will to move forward is coming to embrace
For Whom are you waiting peddler?
Move on....................


It was never too late
To understand
Converting ...stinking luck
Changing.....position of stars is
Matter of a pure thought away
For whom are you waiting sailor?
Move on........................

It was never too late
To conceive
Keeping one foot firmly in ground
Singing the song of defeat is
Supreme act of bravado
For whom are you waiting brave-heart?
Move on............................

It was never too late
To comprehend
Think before accepting dogma
Query before worshipping God
Is the ultimate purpose
For Whom are you waiting devotee?
Move on...............

It was never too late
To accept the
Kiddish chuckle
Flowers wavering in wind
Fresh Sunlight after darkness
Motivational immortal words….shrill
"Life is beautiful"
For whom are you waiting .......?
Move on.........



Written for a recently read motivational poem and anonymous poet

You...My Friend

I searched
Aah,Look what I found finally...

Was that a...
Rare gem in garbage
Red rose amongst thorns
Immortal song
Separated part of me


Or........
Fragrance of soil
Infinite sea waves
Scintillating rainbow
Dazzling full moon


Was that a.....
Soul penetrating evening
Silent,perfumy night
Giggling morning


Or.........
Sweet blessings
Tender proudness
Obstniate Commitment


Yes.......
It was amalgamation of all these
Known as YOU "My friend"


And...
I no more want to be sweaty
By callous souls
By aggressive beasts
By bloodsucking vampires
Who came across
On the way to meet you....

Hence...
My search ends forever



Written for Fantastic Five Friends whom I discovered in Bangalore

World of My Own

Welcome to the world of my own
where i paint my own reality

Where the rain connects
earth and sky;body and soul.

Where.....darkness bring happiness
Where....night never ends
Where....light is draconian


Welcome to the world of my own
Where the fairies sing lullaby...
Where the flowers smile.........
Where the pigeons talk to clouds

Where the sunset fills
color in dead sky......
Where moon and I
talk incessantly...without moving lips


Welcome to the world of my own
Where the tears and smiles
flow simultaneously........
Where sane and insane
understand each other..
Where love and hatred
stay together.............

Where the chased dreams
always come true......
Where every citizen is
...alone....

Gone......Forever

Holding it tight,
in my fists
I captured light


Light......
The language of God
The cause behind big-bang
The Illumination for mankind
The difference between living and nonliving


I started running
With handful of light
With fake happiness
With hallucination...
With fictious expectation
That light is mine....forever


As the darkness approached
Light wanted to leave
I resisted,tried hard
But darkness,
none less than Goliath
snatched my share of light


Gone is the light
Alongwith my heart
To make me "Heartless"
And left is a black wound...full of puss



A poem for my favorite authors....Rohinton Mistry and GDR

.......YOU..........

In the dreams or imagination
Wherever may I roam

On the road or in theatre
Anywhere I go

Those fading memories
Stuffed in veins
Run along with blood

I can feel echo of….
Those intelligent words
The rare fighting spirit
That motivation….when I was crippled

Even with you gone…..
These treasures are safe
Bolted on innermost coils of our hearts

Yes…...we still are friends
Yes…...we sometimes do care
…but yeah…these days it remains unnoticed
Even if you don’t call




Written while in a gyan session

Pagal guy meets WBW....

As soon as He entered in my room, his all jolly mood was gone……reason being my black colored pillow and bed sheet which were originally white, thanks to dust…..kuch novels, lying here and there...big almirah with nothing inside it and a stinking blanket which has not been washed since 1 year and the pinnacle was when he saw the kitchen….total havoc……..

“Ye kya mazaak bana rakha hai, agar chadar jhaado toh kilo dust nikaltee hai… bread butter pe zinda ho…thode se kapde hain…..Himalaya achchi jagah hogi tumhare liye…shaadi kar deta hoon jaldi se,biwi aayegi tabhi sudhroge!! Bolo kaisee ladki pasand hai ? ” This was my dad, on his visit to Bangalore

This was not first time I was nervous. Friends of mine keep teasing and asking about the so called requirements…so once for all, I am doing what I do the best…penning down …..The 6 virtues of my effective Would Be Wifee(WBW)…..in the increasing order of weightage


6. Movies and music

I ask her, at 8:45 PM

Ajee Suntee ho, Nau se barah chale aj movie dekhne?
Bus paanch minute do ready hone ke liye!!

And we do reach the hall at 9:00 PM sharp…I know ladies jinka bus chale toh interval mein movie dekhne pahooche…

I have a list of rapid fire round questions for my WBW, with expected answers

ME: Amir ya SRK
SHE:SRK
ME: (rote hue) I hate him, I hate him
SHE: (giving hanky) ye lijiye…..

ME: Ayesha ya Takia, inme se kisase milogee?
SHE: Madhubala
ME: Magar ye toh option hi nahi tha!!!
SHE: hai daiyaa(sharmaate hue),apni sautan se bhi koi miltaa hai kya?

ME: REM, Pink Floyd, U2, Elvis, Mettalica, GnR…kabhi suna hai
SHE: Haan….
ME: Wow,then khoob jamegi yaar, kab suna last time?
SHE: (innocently)abhi aapne hi toh bola…..
ME: hai…..sooooo sweet


ME: All time favorite actor
SHE: Mitun da
ME: oye, he is good but what about Govinda and Rajnikant?
SHE: Teri jaat ka painda maaru,YOIYEE…....no Govinda shovinda
ME: (frightened) ye toh daakuni niklee….

But yeah, appreciating good music and movies is an asset…songs with lyrics of Javed Akhtar or God Gulzar, listening Ghazals of Jagjeet Singh and Ghulam Ali with sunset in front of your eyes do affect mood drastically, if you understand them…..


5. Outer appearance…

I am no John Abraham or Tom Cruze….Just an average Indian male with average looks…..I know that ,I do appear like a shirt on hanger so I don’t expect WBW to be heroinee…..average Indian female, in salwaar- kurta or Jeans-Shirt, with halki si smile on face and jhumke like miss Takia(please refer her photo for details )….long hairs like waterfall during night and small black bindi, so that khud ki nazar naa lag jaaye …Jhuki jhuki si palkein aur soyi soyi si aankhein…..

In short….aisee ho ki bus dekhte hi,I can listen nothing but

Chaudavi ka chand ho...............ya aaftaab ho
Jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam…......laajawab ho


4. Egoist Vs Moody (Tharki)

I have met many girls during the four years in engineering and one year in software industry who just think that they are from Mars and we poor earthlings are pathetic ,hopeless and sick for them...come on ,I mean the beauty what you just got because of genetic factors doesn’t make you beautiful…Not only this, pomposity everywhere
like “I am always right” kind of attitude leads to black hole only…...and ruins the family in future.

Being a big tharki myself, I admire it. My WBW would be tharki but not egoist….. so that both tharkis can chat at 12 in night…

I hate going in parties so we didn’t attend today’s party
It’s ok…even I don’t like
Abe, Bangalore ka ek chakkar laga ke aate hain guddi se
hai alla…how exciting….



3. Gutsee

What you need to be adventurous….GUTS is the word….Taking the challenge on gives a lot of fun…talk any adventure sports, for that matter and I am always raring to go

But, imagine my over adventurous WBW doing this..

Arre ,one guy claimed he is plumber and was not showing I-card so I have kept him locked in bathroom….lutera types lag raha tha, bada mazaa aaya,5 ghante se bund hai saala

Idiot, he really is a plumber!!!

Jokes apart, it really needs guts to go and face real life situations. In office or outside, you need to be bold….I consider myself as partially bold, rest would be filled by WBW..hopefully


2. Knowledge and it's expression

Those who are close to me know I much do I talk and how much I read….most of the time I prefer not to say anything …and read everything...I mean it. I feel it’s waste of energy to talk when you can write or simply don’t say anything.

So if WBW haven’t heard of or don’t want to have a taste of sci-fi, genetic theory, number system and prime numbers, bikes and cars, GDR or Rohinton Mistry ,RKN or Ruskin Bond, next gen computing or cloning, Emily Dickinson or Frost, Cricket, Feynman and Ramanujan ..ad-infinitum ….she’s gonna find me utterly boring most of the times………

For me reading is life and writing is oxygen to sustain it and under no circumstance I can compromise over it…..


1. And the award goes to …. ......
Thoda hai …...Thode ki jaroorat hai

Arre oo Sambhha,kitna inaam rakhe hai re sarkar hamree Khopadiya pe?
Sardar ….pachaas hazaar

They say it Bheja, dimaag or mind ….whatever you say…..I admire it most,like sarkaar admiring Gabbar’s Khopadiya(Brain)...I am fascinated because it’s the root of all other attributes listed above…all others can be developed…..I will not write much as mere pass khud kum hai…. WBW mein itna ho ki we both can live happily ever after and complement each other in every dimension of life.


To give up my bachelor lifestyle, these are the six simple requirements….if somebody fills them and interested, please let me know and if not, who cares!!!


For the bachelor’s who are going to complete 24 in coming October

Little Sister

Everybody embraced
.....When she arrived
But I was.......
.......little terrified

The care I was getting
....Started deteriorating

Little I knew
this worst foe was divine
Would be future secret holder of mine


We played together
Laughed together
Fought together
Grew together

Sometimes i slapped
Sometimes she cried
Sometimes we madeup
Sometimes simply denied...

On demand tea or the enforced dinner
ooph,that perfect care
is.....really....really rare

She wants to be independent
She desires to break free
Studies donot let her flee
Still........
From her cash-petty
She spends every penny

To buy
.....that discounted rakhi
.....That delicious barfi



Written for all brothers and sisters who will not meet...on this Rakshabandhan

Unn Lamho ki Naadani

mujhe na tumne samjha
na main tumhein samjha paayi
yun hi har din beet gaya
aur yun hi har raat gayi

Aaj jo dekhun mud ke peeche
yaad vo sab kuch aaa baitha
Khud ka dil dikhla pana
jab itna mushkil ho baitha

Jhutha sa abhimaan liye
hum donon apni raah chale
main na jane kahan gayi
tum na jane kahan chale


Unn rahon pe gar mud kar
tumne ek bar roka hota
toh shayad main tham jati
abhimaan na vo paida hota

Fir yun hi jhuthi aas liye
main rah tumhari dekha kii
na tumne fir aana chaha
na maine hi duri kam kii

Ummedon yun hi har gayi
sapne bhi dum tod gaye
tum ko khokar maine jaana
munjil ko ham chod chale

Ae kash na vo lamha hota
jab main tum par tab barsi thi
ya kash na vo lamha hota
jab tumne sahnaa chod diya

Abb apni yahi kahani hai
ki umar yunhi bitani hai
na tum sa abb koi aayega
na dil ko dhadka payega
koi kitna bhi chahe abb
par dil na use aapnayega


Hinduism says "Choice is an illusion" but the poet here chose to be ANONYMOUS......

What is your rating for this poem,reader?

Yaadein

Yaadon ke tinkon ki raakh se
ek hunsta hua gharonda banata hun

Yaadein,
Kuch mahakti, chidchidati aur gungunati si yaadein....

Yaadein,
Sardi ki dhoop mein chat-cricket
ya..... garmi ki raaton mein
badi daadi se Sputnik ke kisse

Jalti dupahri mein library ke chakkar
ya..... holi ki toli ke saath masti

Yaadein,
kaali soozi hui uss raat mein
woh giddh ka dansh
ya..... akelepun ka ahsas karate
mere woh anginat se ghinoune lamhe

Yaadein,
Apne dum aur khushiyan
warne waale doston kii
Ya..... unn manzilon ki
jinke darwaje kabhi khule hi nahi

Shayad kuch kami si hai inn yaadon mein
abb ek umeed hi hai

Kuch aur ladkhadati
dhundhlaati aur kumhlaati
Yaadein........

Jo mere iss rakh ke ghar mein
Sondhi si hunsi daal de


Written for Jaya-Raju,Swati-Ajit,Sudhanshu,Shailu and Kamal......who are so far yet so close......