Abhi Na Jao Chod Kar

Originally published on PFC...check it out here

"Abhi na jao chod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahin"

And yet he did go away...on that fateful day dated 31st July, 1980 the world lost it's greatest singer ever. Leaving behind a legacy of humility and gentleness Md. Rafi passed away to other shores but definitely not oblivion. He left behind a body of work which is as gloriously mesmerizing as it is deliciously varied. There is not a known genre of songs in Indian cinema which Rafi did not perfect...be it the trademark soft romanticos to the high octane dance numbers, the melancholic sad tunes to the pulsating qawwalis, the traditional ghazals and bhajans to the comic styled songs designed for laughs...he did it all and how!!!

The magic shall always be

Today was the last time The Famous Five painted the town red probably for a long time...day after tomorrow we split officially with one member leaving for Delhi and another leaving for Chennai the next day. Time will surely bring us together again or it may choose not to but even time cannot deny that it's been one amazing journey...a journey which lasted for five glorious years and which was filled with fun, frolic and and a lot of joy, with a dash of trivial fights and heated arguments.

Sepulchre

Seene mein dafan hai kuch khwaab
Ehsaason ke aanchal tale jo pale the
Par khwahish khilne ki na rang laayi kabhi,
Un khwaabon ka aaj janaza hai saja
Lo isko badhkle utha lo yaaron,
Chaar kaandhon ki hasrat hi reh gayi hai
Ho sake to ye aakhri armaan poora kar do,
Ret mein shaamil hone se pehle
Ehsaas taabeer ki karwa do yaaron

Of awards and poetry

I have been awarded...not once, not twice but abso-brilliant-lutely three wonderful times...all in one single go:)

By whom....u ask?
As if you don't know...the pink orchid blooms across the length and breadth of blogsville and her petals adorn most corners:)
If you still haven't got it...the wondrest of wonderful souls who has bestowed this tremendous honor on moi is Kajal aka The Pink Orchid:)

Ammi...

Gave me life

Brought me in this world

Held my hand

Taught me to walk

Wiping the tears

You have taught me to smile

When the world was dark

You were my light

By your side

I faced my fears

In your lap

Fell my tears

You are the strength

When I am down

Yours is the hope

Which is all abound

Dedicated to the best mother in the world
Have I told you lately, that I love you Ammi:)

Blackboard's tale

I am black in color and I am not ashamed of it. In fact, I am quite proud of it. I have always found black to be “beautiful”. It’s like serenity and style packaged into one. I have been stuck here all my existence. Ever since I have glanced upon this world, it’s been while being nailed up here. I quite like it here actually for most part of light but it’s really that time I enjoy the most when everything around me embraces my color. The world is such a peaceful and silent place @ that moment. I seem to be far, far away from the sounds of chitter and chatter which I have to endure during the day.


Talking of the day, as much I despise it, it actually is not such a bad time pass for me. Of course, it’s not peaceful as the night but it’s an interesting change. Yes, I do have to endure the biggest irritant in this world to me, those white colored half-sticks which I have hate-named as “obnoxious gnomes”. I call them irritant coz they are not worthy enough of being called an enemy but trust me when I say this, I hate them like hell. These gnomes seem to have a divine right to scratch my body and make ugly marks on my smooth exterior. Yes, they are temporary marks but still I hate to look ugly even for a moment. I take absolute pleasure in the fact that these sticks get decimated and lose their existence in the process of creating these marks on me which I think is nature’s revenge for me. But they seem to reproduce exponentially. As soon as one of these loses its existence and becomes white granules, another comes up to take its place. They are a disdainful lot who deserve the utmost contempt from my exalted existence. They have colored cousins too who are only different in color to them. When it comes to their ability of scarring me, they are just as willing.


Giving these gnomes very tough competition for the dishonor of being called the “biggest irritant” are those two-footed, clothed animals which keep me company during most part of the day. The only reason they get booted to the 2nd position is because of a great service they offer me of which I will give a detailed explanation later. These hypocrites talk of equality and liberty in my presence, of caste and color having no importance, yet they have so ungracefully named me after the color of my exterior…*racists, all of them*…Coming back to these two footed animals, they are divided into two classes namely….1) those who sit with their backs to me who I have named “Maam-sir” and 2) those who sit with their faces to me who I have named “Boydent n Girldent”.


The ones who sit with their backs to me seldom sit actually. Most of the time they are a willing partner-in-crime to those gnomes in scratching my body and in addition to this crime they keep touching me with those tentacles of theirs…*perverts*…. However, I allow them this only coz they unknowingly offer me the thing which I crave for most but as I said “I’ll come back to that later”.

The ones who sit with their faces to me are far greater in quantity and much more interesting qualitatively. Of them I despise those the most who keep staring @ me unblinking with those two circular sockets at the top of their structures….*voyeurs*…. While their number is thankfully less, the act is despicable @ the least. The others however are far more entertaining. Some of them are amusing to the very core. From making all sorts of funny faces to sticking out a slimy parabolic structure from their mouth, from hurling objects @ each other to sometimes sticking their middle tentacle in the direction of the Maam-sirs, they do it all. Of course, they do this mostly when the Maam-sirs are busy scratching me but that’s besides the point. Some of the boydents keep staring @ the girldents and vice-versa….not that am feeling jealous here but are they more beautiful than me??? Neither are they as black as me nor do they have half as smooth an exterior as I have, but probably they are happy with staring @ less beautiful stuff. 


One reason that I like Boydents and Girldents is coz they sometimes engage in a sort of a game which gives infinite pleasure to me. I have named this game “Gnome-hurl”. Basically, in this game, the boydents and girldents hurl the “gnome” all over taking target practice @ each other. Ohhh!!! I tell you, its pure ecstasy seeing that irritant get thrown about @ will. My joy is unbridled when the gnome gets broken from its midriff…*poetic justice*…the least that it deserves in my view.


Let me now tell you about that great service which the two-footed animal offers to me. Unknowingly, they act as the linkage between me and my beloved. They are the unassuming facilitators of my love story. They are the ones who make my meeting with my beloved possible. The gnomes scratch me, the animals grope me but it’s my beloved who removes the scars. The “Scratch-remover” is what I have love-named him. I exist just to feel its touch on myself. When it comes in contact with me, not only does it remove my scars and scratches, but it completes me. Its touch is smooth and pleasant yet at the same time electric. My nights are never complete without it’s longing invading my thoughts. I endure those marks on my body only because they are the precursor to my rendezvous with my beloved.


That, in a nutshell, is my story.

P.S....This blackboard has had the fortunate/unfortunate honour of being stuck in an engineering classroom....hence "the middle tentacle showing" part...no offence meant to classrooms in general.

BELIEVE all the way

It was approximately 3 in the morning of the 22^nd of may,08 when Edwin Van Der Sar dived brilliantly to his right to save Nicholas Anelka’s spotkick to spark of wild celebrations world over from the Red Devil’s fans. It was a sight to behold, a moment to cherish for all of us who have learnt to “BELIEVE”. The antics of the united players on the field of the stadium was a doppelganger to the many scenes around the world in homes, pubs, lounges n even offices.

There were many emotions swirling around in those minutes just after the victory…euphoria, ecstasy, exultation, pride, relief, etc. But for me, it was a sense of payback….payback for all those 8 seasons of European disappointment. In an instant all those memories came back flooding….Diego Forlan’s effort hitting the crossbar late in the 2^nd half against Bayer Leverkusen, the great Brazilian Ronaldo scoring that wonderful hattrick @ the “theatre of dreams”, thereby breaking our hearts, FC Porto’s Costinha’s almost last minute goal knocking us off, then inexperienced young guns Ronaldo n Rooney coming a cropper against Milan’s fortress of a defence n off course Kaka ravaging our hearts in the rain last year.

I still remember Nou Camp ’99 as vividly as yesterday. It was the 1^st United game that I watched. I had a high running fever but was absolutely determined to see the game. So I switched on the idiot box n muted it. Following 90 minutes of disappointment, I was almost feeling let down but then in the space of two minutes , it all changed. Sheringham n Solskjaer scored, United snatched victory from the jaws of defeat n I was hooked on for life.

It was a night full of poetic justice. How apt it was then that final penalty was rammed home by Ryan Giggs *legend* , a player who has serviced all his life for one club giving a new name to loyalty. How apt also that the missed kick which brought doom to Chelsea FC was struck by Nicholas Anelka, a player who has had more transfers than the number of years his career has spanned, always on the lookout for more lucrative pastures without an iota of loyalty to the cause. How apt that Didier Drogba should pick this occasion to ladle heaps of scorn on himself, once again proving himself to be what we always knew he was.

How apt of course that it was this free flowing United side which won thereby tributing probably it’s greatest side(Busby Babes), not only in spirit but also in the manner of playing that they so cherished. Also, how relieving it was that for once the tears from Cristiano Ronaldo’s eyes were tears of joy n victory. Too often, he has had to endure the ignominy of defeat on the biggest stage.

How sweet a victory this was for Sir Alex Ferguson, who has been haunted by his side’s failure @ the European stage time and again. These are all questions which cannot be answered in words. You have to be a Manchester United fan to feel those answers within you.

Here’s a cheer to this sweet victory which may or may not herald an era of dominance for United on the European stage. However, what this victory has done is to provide all of us quenched fans a tonic of success. It has provided a moment for all of us which will be preserved forever in the annals of our mind. It has provided one more taste of glory which will linger for eternity and will keep coming back in the face of adversity. It’s a moment which will make us keep “BELIEVING”.

dose glorious dayz

College was the place to be

Morning, evening n between

9:40 to 5:10

Life was a happy den

Pieces of memory, frozen in time

Endless pjs, dozen a dime

Peels of laughter, smatter of tears

Those calling each other dears

Mumbo jumbo n bakwaas

Eyeing up a pretty lass

Renditions of “summer of 69”

Wishing she said “love, u r mine”

Keeping Newton’s 3^rd law in mind

Pranking was a heinous crime

Teachers giving angry glares

Students shooting back long stares

C++ and JavaScripts

Workshop n Graphics were pure shit

Projects, Vivas n Lab tests

Sems were an unwanted guest

Xams became a joyful ride

Coz Matrix was a friend and guide

Teachers blissfully drinking Sprite

Copying was just so right

Music, booze n dancing rounds

Fests were masti all nite long

Ragging was "oh-so-fun"

With freshers being "on the run"

Campussing built up lot of sweat

But placements were just as great

Laughing lips n misty eyes

Farewell was gloomy but nice

Newer pastures beckon us

But college life will remain such

P.S:- College life has just ended, this being my humble tribute to those days of my life...There will probably be many more, so watch this space!!!