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Dilwa humaar is bada diler
Ee aawat hai on every chori
Each kona of dil is bhara hua
Then also, tuhaar liye jagah hai thodi

Kaye se ki, jab se dekha hai tumko
Humka to kuch kuch started hoing
Neend not coming, bhook not laging
Bechaini dil ki is day by day growing.

Sochat hain finally ab maar hi dein propose
Aur tumko is dil ka haal batawein
Baith ke knees pe, saans andar kheench ke
Tuhar dil ko apna feelingswa samjhawein

Chahat hain bitawein whole life tuhar sang
Aur har pal ho tum, in front of my eyes
Bride banaike, marriage rachaike
Le javein kahin tumka, bolke sabko goodbyes
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Hum think hi rahe the ee sab kuch
Ki tuhar friendwa aa gayi saamne
Dekh ke uu ka, heart dhak dhak hui gava
Felt like doosri dilwa di raam ne

Bas phir kya tha, hum to bhool gaye tumka
And dreamens me humre aavo koi aur
Dilwa humaar to hai hi diler
Ek aur ke liye bhi jagah hogi, for sure

At a ending Note:

RIP English

English Vinglish

 

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A Lustful Mind

Lust

We were roaming around
When i got eyes on you
My nerves failed to identify
But heart said “you aren’t new”

My eyes got stuck
My senses mesmerized
Why from this stunning beauty
God kept me deprived

The aroma of your presence
Bound me in all manners
Got activated, my pervert mode
With both eyes turned to scanners

Face was cute and lips were red
Long hairs were all in rest
But all these were of lil meaning
As i had, other areas of interest

But from tip to toe
The things you show
Wowed my things( 😉 )
With a lustful blow.

Sliding down your shoulders
Got caught between the lumps
But found my way, through the gaps
As eyes struggled to snub the humps

With one hand in pocket
I managed to sustain my tour
Burning down to deeper thoughts
Gazing at your “24”

Feeling the slick of the waist
Skated down your curves and cuts
Tried to control my rising tides
But my mind was getting nuts.

A friend pulled me out of the scene
Else someone there would have died
Somehow controlled my immense feelings
But with both hands inside

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This may be your story- 3 

His words were not looking satisfactory to me but I thought of relying on him coz he might have faced all these things as he has a girlfriend already.

When I checked my Facebook account late night, there were so many messages of her saying sorry, begging me to come online, with few crying similes at the end. And then I noticed the time for which she has waited for me to come online. There were messages from 6 p.m. to 10 p.m. almost after every 15 minutes or half an hour. I felt very bad for making her cry and was about to reply her, but Rahul suddenly stopped me from doing so. My hands were running towards the keyboard to type her a message, but I he didn’t let me.
Next morning when I saw her face in the class I found guilt for yesterday’s things on her face, begging me to talk to her. Even I was keen for the same but I ignored her.

I kept behaving like this for next few days with a hope in my heart every day, that she will approach me and will tell me that she likes me. But as days were passing by, conversation between us was reducing exponentially from her side too. Even our lab sessions were without a word between us. As I found that situation is going beyond expectations I discussed this matter with Rahul once again. He told me not to worry and said that she will surely say one day that she likes me if she truly does.

But I was losing my patience and my senses were saying that she is taking it in a wrong way. So without wasting a minute I logged in my facebook account and luckily found her online.

Prateek- Hiii.
Prateek- I lost my timetable today. Will you help me again? J J
Puja- Idiot. Nalayak. Buddhu. Now say it.
/* I knew what she is expecting me to say but was pretending to be innocent. */
Prateek-Say what? J
Puja- Are you saying it or should I leave :@.
Prateek- Hey hey…. Wait. Don’t go. Actually….. actually…….I felt a bit different for you from the very first day.
Puja- Oh. Different like what? Like a sister?

/* Now I need some guts to say what I feel.*/
Prateek- No no no. Not in that way. I mean like a….. I mean you and me…. more than just friends….
Puja- Oh ya. Even I was thinking of that. I need a brother here who can take care of more than a friend. This is what you too desire, being more than just friends with me. Is it Ok with you?
Prateek- You know what I mean, still you are pulling my leg. Ok. Hmmmm…… I Like/Love you.
Puja- Oh my God. Phattu bol pada. Wow I am surprised with this. By the way what does this Like/Love means.
Prateek- Actually its too early to be called love but me feelings are stronger that like. So I was confused. By the way why didn’t you talk to me these many days?
Puja- Hahahahahaha. You got caught in your own trick. I was just ignoring you to get your attention. Your eyes speak more than you do. So I was confident that you will surely approach me one day.
Prateek- Oh god I am such an idiot. I got caught in my own net. Very Clever ha…..
Puja- Oh What clever. Agar mene yeh step nahi uthaya hota to hum aaj bhai behen hi ban gaye hote.
Prateek- Hehehehehe. Might be.

And then we both carried our conversation too long that day. She saw my blushing face next day morning in class saying me M an idiot and I saw her cute smiling face saying her an angel.

This is how my story got started and is still going on. But I learned golden fact from her. If you want someone to be in your life, then go tell him/her. Don’t rely on signals. And do what your heart says, not what others says.
*******************Happy Ending********************

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This may be your story -2

I thought it would be the best way to escape. I logged out from my account but was willing to log in into her heart.

Throughout the night this thing kept moving in mind that how can I be so idiotic or shameless to a girl with whom I was talking for the first time. May be it was her beauty that mesmerized my mind or it may be her simplicity that affected my words. Whatever be the reason, but it was the first time when I understood the meaning of the words “Love is in air.”<3<3. This may look too early for being like love, but I know this is what a boy feels when he first time feels that kind of attraction with a girl. Same was the case with me. Anyways…. With a thought of having her in my dreams this time too, I went to sleep that night, but she kept me awake for long.

The next morning in the college I tried to escape from her eyes somehow, but when I found that her eyes are looking for me, I gathered some courage and approached her with a foolish smile.

“Thanks for the timetable yaar. Because of you only I came here in time today.”
“Oh. Never mind. You are always welcomed. And one more thing, Thanks and Sorry looks cheap between friends. Better drop it when you are with me.”
Me blushing and felling relaxed after her words “Ahh… You mean… Mera matlab hai ki…. Are we friends? ”
“I think we are or we can. But if you want then you can take time to think over it again.”
“No no. It’s my pleasure to have you as my friend. The only thing that I was worried about is my image that I have made in front of you with my yesterday’s words. I thought you won’t talk to me after that.”

“Hmm….That was too surprising for me too. But I know you are not of that kind. So leave it there and move on.”
“Ya. Actually it’s my first ever attract… sorry interaction with a girl……………… So was a bit confused.”

As soon as I somehow completed my sentence I zipped my lips hard enough to prevent anymore slip of words. But I noticed a hidden smile on her face with that.

“Ok then. Go get your lunch. See you in the lab. Byeeeeeeeeeeee”.
“Bye. See you there. ”

While in my way to mess I remembered few tips of Rahul regarding How to know a girl likes you or not. Since he is a bit experienced in these matters, I keep asking him about these stuffs. So yesterday when I had enquired him about “How to know a girl likes you or not”, his very first words were: “You can never come to know that until the girl herself want you to know.” But still when I insisted to tell at least something or some signs of liking, he told me some of these tips:
-Girls will never let you know that they like you. You have to sense it from their activities and words.

When I enquired what type of activities, he told
-If a girl smiles more than she speaks when she is with you.
-If she uses Hiiiiiiiii/Byeeeeeeeeeeeee/BByeeeee or some other awkward forms other than simple Hi/Bye.

I don’t know about other tips, but my mind got stuck at the last one. Then I went in flashback to confirm what she said to me when she departed. And then just like in TV serials, when someone slaps the other its noise can be heard 10 times, her words were pounding my head “Byeeeeeeeeeee” “Byeeeeeeeeeee” “Byeeeeeeeeeee” “Byeeeeeeeeeee” “Byeeeeeeeeeee”…………………..

Now should I take it as a signal as Rahul suggested, or consider it as a simple Bye clipping ending “eeeeeeeee’s” coz Rahul also suggested me not to hurry with these signals in judging a girl as they are too complicated to be understood. So I thought of giving her a signal from my side instead of waiting for her.

So as I reached to attend Lab, I sat at my place beside her and said “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…………..” until I squeezed my whole breathe. She looked at me surprisingly and reacted in a strange way that wasn’t expected. Apart from her, many others who were around started staring at me as if I have snatched their lab equipments for doing experiments. Well I took it as an insult to my self-respect and
didn’t say a word after that and moved to my experiment in hurry. Puja realized that she had reacted in a wrong way and I got hurt with that. So she tried to pull my attention to other things. But I was not in a mood to stay there anymore. So I quickly completed my practical and left the lab.

At hostel that night Rahul came to me and said:
“What were you trying to do in the Lab with your long lasting Hiiii..?”
“Yaar I thought that if her signals are confusing me, I should give her signals from my side that I like her. She must have tried to understand that instead of reacting in a way that made fun of me in front of the whole class.

Rahul laughed at me for some time and then said:
“You are a naive for these things. Damn it. Girls use these signals not boys. If you address a girl with Hiiiiii/Byeeeee  or with a foolish smile on your idiotic face all the time, then they will treat you in some other way but not in the way you wanted.”
“Then you tell me Rahul what should I do? Should I tell her about my feelings rite now or should I wait until her next signal.”
“Look. Boys must not pretend to be sweet and cute if they want to impress a girl. Rather they should be like macho man and must not give that girl much importance otherwise she might take you as a despo guy running to make a girlfriend after being in a college. Ignore her for some time and then see, she herself will approach you.”

This may be your Story -4

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Mera naam hai Coder Pandey
Jo coding k liye apni jaan de.
Mai din bhar coding karta hun
Nahi Duniya se mai darta hun.
Suabh se leke raat tak
Dhoop se barsat tak.
Sardi ho ya garmi ho
Coding hi meri karni ho.

CodeChef ho ya ho spoj
Coding karke aati mauj.
Coding k liye raat bhar jagta
Choti companies k muh nahi lagta
Mujhe facebook leke jayegi
Google ko meri yaad ayegi
Microsoft mere kadmo me hogi
Aur mai punchunga “Kitna dogi ?”

Nahi karta hun college ki padhai
Bas coding me hai dhoom machai
Ek raat me syllabus complete
Ache achon ko phir kia defeat
Pointers bhi maintain hai
Kyunki faad mera brain hai
Jindagi me nahi koi gam hai
Isiliye meri coding me dam hai.

Jo bhi mere samne aata
Uski maa ka saaki naaka.
Phir bhi kismat mujhpe hansti
Coder ko ladki nahi phansti.
Mil bhi gayi to tik nahi pati
Kyunki lappi hai mera jeevansathi.
Woh puche aaj ka kya program hai
Mai bolu Codechef pe 3000 inaam hai

Usne pucha kya kya pasand hai
Mai bas bola 2 din se coding band hai.
Isliye nahi milti mujhe koi bhi ladki
Dost bhi ab mujhe kehte hain tharki.
Koi nahi hai apna, bas coding hi mere sath hai
Code dekh k ladkiyan bole, wah “bhai” kya baat h.
Yahi sunke khush ho lete ki kahin to hum don hai
Warna to apni life hamesha forever alone hai.

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Incident Two ::

This one is not an incident actually, but its a pretty strange part of my childhood. I was very nice and adorable kid that time and was of age 2-3yrs. As kids have nothing to do and are free all the time being good to play with, in many of your cases too, some Didis or aunts must have taken you to their home to laugh at your childish and innocent activities and spend some time with you. Same was in my case. A didi was there in my colony named Paaro(sounds too filmy but it’s her real name). She was so fond of me and my childishness that it was her daily routine to take me to her house. Well these are not things to be mentioned and even not of that importance. Important is what she do to me after that.

She used to dress me up like a girl with lots make-up, bangles, lipsticks and all (Hey i was just of 2 that days :/ ). It was a kind of fun or you can say a fantasy for me too that time. She used to laugh aloud after looking at me in that get-up holding a dupatta over my head with a cute innocent smile on my face.
I was also a kind of friend for her with whom she used to share many of her problems and or about things she wish to. I don’t remember if she was having any friend there or not other than just a kid (me) who is immature to understand and react properly in their so called friendly talks.

As all these incidents are of very early stage, my memories are so weak to reveal each and every aspect. But still my nerves are giving their best.
Paaro di was among those girls i feel who were bounded to live a life they don’t like. What i mean is, she was not happy with her family and was very alone. She was having some problem, but i don’t know what. She was not happy, but i don’t know why. I was too immature that time to think about all these things and worry about her problems. Also kids live a world of their own with no worries of whats going around them.

These things were of little or no importance for me that time. But now when I think over those days I feel glad that i was the one who ever brought smiles on her face. I know i wont be able to identify her if she ever will pass by me, but m sure of one thing, Her name will always be in my memories.

By the way. Let me verify you that i was really an adorable kid those days ;). If you don’t believe, have a look at this. Its a bit blurred as i took this pic from an old photo of mine.

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From last many days i was working on a verse to share it at wordress but was lacking in words and rhythm to accomplish it. So a thought to attend you guys with a prose section came in my mind, as a friend suggested me that m good in that too 😀 . But then problem arises that what would be the topic this time. I was about to start with a fiction, but then i felt, why not to share about my childhood incidents. Coz those were the days, i believe, will never come again. And some of them were so damn funny and idiotic that when i think of them now, i wonder, was it me that time.?? And some of them were terribly horrific too.

Well i will be sharing my experiences only. Feel free to share yours (if you are not ashamed of) in comments or if you want me to share it in a separate post, then message me on facebook or give it to me in person. Don’t feel that it will sound too dumb. Just say it and you yourself will feel a big smile on your face.

Incident One ::

My faded memory tells me that i was in class 2nd that time. For taking me and few others of my age, to and from school, a “rikshaw-wala bhaiya” was assigned. It was raining that day and i was not having my rain-coat or any umbrella. By the time i reached my school i was completely drenched, specially with my pants. As i entered into the class-room, class teacher ma’am saw my clothes completely wet and might feared that i will catch cold( it’s just an assumption i made myself) if i sit like that throughout the day.

By this time, a girl too entered( i don’t remember her name but just have a blurred image of her in my mind) in the same condition as mine. I still have a doubt why, but ma’am asked me to take off my pants and her to take of her skirt. I don’t remember how i reacted after that but it looks too weird to me now( if you know what i mean). She hanged them on a window pane and then asked us to sit. As we both were running towards our respective seat feeling ashamed, ma’am stopped us and make us sit together side-by-side, that too on the first bench.
We have never talked with each other, we never sat together, in fact we never gave a proper eye on each-others face till now and today without a reason ma’am made us sit together.

Oh shit man…. I don’t know what expressions i gave to ma’am, but i sat there like a frozen piece without moving a single inch. I still remember that special point when my pencil got dropped down her side and i didn’t bother to pick that up even by the end of the day( although i was very possessive about my things). And i even remember the smile of ma’am that she gave, looking at me.

Now i can sense that she was probably making fun of me. But thinking about this incident sometimes make me roll out of my chair laughing.

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