masti yaaron

Every day I take each step
On this rough road alone
Thinking of that moment
When we shared the moments of laughter and joy
When you and i first met in a junction

The flowers were in full bloom
And Robins were singing
You swept my feet off the ground
And in an instant I seemed floating
By your sweetest tone:Who cares face?

We walked n talked for a few minutes
And took strides to farther our walk
While exchanging pleasantries of life
And cracking each other jokes

Time passed so fast we never noticed
Now we are on another junction
Each has to bid the other *so long*
And took paths of different directions
I have moved farther and farther from you
And junction is now out of sight!

Whoaaaa! some jat dogs and cats dint allow me yesterday night to sleep.i thought better i fry some words. now i have b come quite an expert in poetry thanks to some people around me.Give me a pat please.and one angry guy reading my blog,but i have fun being around you.Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! Darling muaahhhh to you i mean my angry reader.

Of all angry manic guys around me!

Title often makes me to mull whether i m justifying with post or nt,but today the aptness of the title to the post is as suitable as Johnson baby powder to the kid strutting along the aisle.Since from school time,i had unique set of guys around me,uncanny,when i say uncanny,i donot mean they had two noses,one eye,and three legs.Being strange physically wont that bad rather than having a mind more dead than Mahatma Gandhi is.Now lets see how i unravel such homo sapien guys.Sorry for the grammatical errors what i make often while doodling on my blog!
In class 8th, when i bought my first reebok tee-shirt to attend the annual function of my school.All the guys rushed towards me with the speed of mentally sick dog and flicked my tee-shirt,roamed their fingers on the collar,asked me questions like-kaha se liya? yaar kitne ka hai? Ok,i twig anything new and unseen things can make people to lose sense for sometime,but what about when you intentionally come close to poeple because he is having a new reebok tee-shirt.Doesnt it sound normal? Might b for anyone but to me such kinda demeanour is as crummy as sinking one self into the shabby gutter not cleaned for more than four years.Really i donot understand.

Now other aspect,in +2 i never took any coaching tutions for IIT,if i enjoy something i can understand that and luckily i enjoy maths still,so the question of me cycling since from morning to the evening had no chance at all.When the guys around me stumbling to sit in the last bench along with 100+ other immensely confused guys more than me to listen the concept of y=f(x), i m munching peanuts along with complan and smiling after cracking all Y.G. Files integrations,i mean it.I had very few friends during school given my nature that was not a surprise, but the most shocking part is now,even when they were aware of my style of keeping frnds,after tutions they used to come at my house,i wonder still whether they were trying to hide their inferiority complex or they were really concerned about my future.Shit.Asking me questions like-anupam tu kaun sa book read kar raha hai? tu toh tutions nahi leta hai.Another guy-yaar mujhe bhi brilliant tutorials ka set dena? Encore i twig,such terribly notions would make me happy more than monika bedi after getting the signal of being out from the Big Boss!

See,i m nt trying here to show off,whatever i have achieved,its nothing really.But why to come close to someone when you know he/she is not interested in you at all.Now college life,after letting such revolting times with those guys,quite clear it was for me to b come cautious the day i sprung myself there. i had some great guys,guys of same nature,not much inclined to open the parda of seemingly horrible movies in which there were villians more barbarous then Hitler and more pathetic than rahul mahajan’s life.

But the most shocking thing is some of them were quite studious as serious as Dravid while leaving the ball outside off stump.I often wonder guys with far better acedemic record than me,sitting always in front row,copying out whatever prof tells,sometimes even they perhaps noted down the tone of sniff sniff i guess, in their on ways,attending all classes of the semester,but knocking my door at the midnight and say-jha yaar please check kar le na ye problem sahi hai na? mujhe confusion ho raha hai? And i was under the blanket not even in a mood to talk to my mother how could you reckon that i would guide you then? But for the sake of room-pe-aya-hai-itne-raat-ko i helped them.

Really i donot believe how someone could appear so rotten mentally that they could heckle mindlessly in my life.Whether i have b come a star or i really appear shockingly cavalier to some of you,i donot know.But this is me,if you find my words arrogant written without thoughts,free me.I have impeccable professional life,amazingly nice personal life,and family life.donot ask for that,i will sue anyone for that.Keep your petty mental level and the frustrations for someone else,not for me,else i can sabotage you to the extent you cant imagine even in your wildest nightmares.

My boss rite now reading post.hmm.sorry sir coming.and you donot have to worry what i write on my blog and where i make comments.Rejected guys wanting to cloak their anger by fitting on *great* guys like me! Shudder!

pune sify and now-2

While i was thinking to move away from the place where she had kept her luggage after waiting for more than 30mins,suddenly like electricity what comes up after hours of disappearence when we are agogly wishing to watch the final over of the exciting cricket match especially when steve waugh is on the crease facing allan donald.She arrived, edgy, sweating like a marathon runner but still smiling like clinic plus model.Thats one thing trust me i never undertsand about gals,how they carry such zest all the time.Along with her,her mother looked affection-deprived and dicky like a 8 year old polio affected kid.Yet,somewhere i had to admit that she is a patient suffering from something i havent even dreamt in my nightmares. So Anupam keep kool and accept the unexpected pages of life full of surprises!
Now i had 40mins more then i would b out of this sight forever.I would never b able to see this gal ever.I would never b able to say what i had wanted or more my own callous feelings to elope away with this gal.But my inner side woke up and knocked my true self and said-hey man you donot know her at all,she has just told you to look after her luggage,b like a normal indian guy rather than trying to b come a leading actor of yash raj banner! But whatever,at least i have to swap yahoo chat id thats for sure.Why on earth i b come so formal when i know formalty looks perfect with only distant relatives not with a gal at least to me.

Her mother was not able to speak a lot or that was what doctors had told her,i wonder,but whatever for me it was an opportunity in disguise,Wow! Big Wow! She quite decently introduced me to her mother and she relentlessly giggled and i guess she thanked me for being there taking care of their luggage,i guess.How could you fathom what a paralysis patient would tell you? For 2-3mins she talked to me she tried her best to make the milieu peaceful what was actually looking like a fish market that too early in the morning. While her mother was mulling how to finish the pune delhi train journey,i was thinking how to start some decent chat with her daughter.Confusion and romance goes side by side most of the times,i swear. I looked at my watch and i had by now only 20mins in my hands,God will you help me? Why m i so reticent when it comes to love and girls? Why m i so wary of what she is thinking about me rite now? Suddenly,she moved towards the tea stall,i sprung myself there and then:-

She:- Thanks a lot for helping us

Me: its ok,i was destined to help you i guess,

She: where are you goin?
Me:-patna

She: you are from bihar???

Me: yesss, why do you have any questions?
She:No i thought you would b from Delhi.

Me: place doest play a big role in frndships nowadays

a perfect yorker from me to bowled her!

She: you sound very interesting person,

Me: actually i sound very rude but some folks without mind take me as an interesting…hhahaha

She: what do you mean,whatever very funny, i liked it.

when a girl tells you that you are funny it means at the first place she doesnt dislike you,but it doesnt mean she would give you her yahoo id also,God knows!

She: what do you do??

Such questions are heavier than two m.l. khannas together on 6 year old kid.

Me: an engineer,i was working here…

She:great,now going home?
Me: yup left the job,planning for higher studies outside india..lets see….just a try.

She: hey sure u will,where? US?

Me: no many of my relatives are there so Australia..MBS!

She:good…you are from patna itself…

Me: no i guess you wouldnt have heard of that place,its Muzaffarpur..2 hours from patna

She: Sir i know famous for lichi rite?
when someone tells you something good about the place where you have spend 17 years of your life you sort of b come close to that person i guess.trust me that was the first thing what attracted me towards that gal i swear on my blog.
Me: good so how about munching lichi in may this year?

She: awesome but not possible sir?

Words like possible forever really always i wish i would make a dictionary without these words yeah i mean it.

Me: why? anyways hey your name my train is now about come within 5mins…
She: i m maggi…hey then you go na and take care….

I thought then better i pospond my entire plan of visiting outside this country and get a crap job somewhere in Delhi.how beautiful life b comes when you are around some lovely girls talking only about things which have place in the hearts of guys like me.

Me:maggi noodles i love it.hey this is real name.what do you do?
She:yes real and urs fast plz …1st year NID.
I was never so excited telling my name to someone ever.
Me: Anupam…name is quite good what do you say? hey i want something from you if you wont mind… ur yahoo id
She: sure its sweet_cute_maggi urs
me:jha354in
ok i m going now…take care have a tension free journey to you and to your mother.
she: you too take care and get your dreams.i wish

i stormed inside the train looked as happy as sourav ganguly while hurling his tee shirt, in the process to reach at my birth i hurted my fingers but who cares only book worms not me.
stay tuned climax is yet come, for the next post,when i donot know.hope maggi wont kill me for writing this.

chill is back

Starting a post after a gap is like someone is trying to hack an iron rod from years old knife lying in the cupboard.It seems to me right now.Lets see whether i hack it from years old knife or not.Pragmatically not possible.But donot worry, i guess i m goin to cut so cheers.I mean rhythm is back just in 1min.Awesome man! And a few seconds ago my next door neighbour has flopped his dibba of khaini after seeing the dismisal of Dravid.And to add some fuel to the scene i went at the spot and then:-

Me: Bhaiya Dravid Hai…

Bhaiya:( remember one thing,what MNS is to Thackrey,Dravid is to Bhaiya,a big fan)- Nahi Chala Gaya Abhi……

Me: Shit,Aaap ne khaini kyon fek diya? hota hai ye sab,england aarahi hai ahh ya aa chuki…i guess b paaasitive!!

Now bhaiya’s inner manly harmones has suddenly started dancing with slangs swimming all over the river of frustration to surmount from the tragedy of main-dravid-ka-fan-kyon-hoon.

Bhaiya: Saaaalaaaa Gadhhaaaa hai.Aaaaf staaamp ke baahar ke baaal ko chhheeer ta hai.

Me:Kya karega jo baaaal ander aaati hai wo ghooos jati hai wicket main,toh bahar ka toh chhherega na.

Anyway for all the fans of Mr.wall kool down.Even i feel sad but he will b back,sure.

And i m running these days with the speed of cheetah to catch the galaxy of my everyday’s life.A whale fish i guess wouldnt have immersed herself so much to the depth of sea,the way i have been dipping myself into work.Its better i tell you.Along with that some sharp recognition of my talent by big people in the organisation made me like-ahh buss ye toh kuch nahi hai,watt to later laga donga..abhi wait.You dont need much to impress just good common sense.

On a serious note,please if any doctor is reading this post then kindly e mail me or drop a word here and tell me how to get rid of seasoned cold problem.No seriously i m nt joking.Its like in my last life i was born and brought up somewhere near antartica and there i was the martinet strict enough to make Hitler a mother teresa really.I donot know why no matter how much wary i b come to cocoon myself since from the dawn of winter, often i suffer like a baby.Too bad.And once my parents got the smell of that by my heavy voice while talking papa meticulously launched series of tablets and a lot of gyan to keep off from cold.Behind him mummy was trying to snatch the receiver from him if possible then only and raining her motherly love towards her lazy son-kab aayega? 7 months ho gaye? yahan aa ja sab thik ho jayega.And then my heroic state of mind woke up to convince them that its kool.its been 11 years i have been away from you,i know how to tackle such stuff,it will go mummy chill.

Now personal stuff,as gloomy as Mcgain’s future no change,and the best thing i donot take it to my heart now.Things have shifted from one platform to another safely,might b i need to travel a few more stations of life to say final yes.But its running well,seriously.Give everyone the freedom to live their lives in their own ways,why to drag senselessly myself into something i donot enjoy.donot know when but long time back i wrote on this blog-”i feel best when i m alone”.Sohniye will you bite me now for this?

Enjoy the life,b good, work hard,crack a smile during tensed times,and donot miss to miss me!

On the jukebox: baazigar O baazigar….