Zindagi---Kya ho tum

Itna batade mujhe ae zindagi
Ke tu kis shay ka naam hai
Hai tu ek bala jo madhosh karti hai
Ya koi aanchal jo aaghosh mein bharti hai

So Spake Saim---IV

~~~ Happiness is not the state of one's mind ..... rather it's the state of one's life ~~~

So Spake Saim-III

Rule:-

Life is all about the struggles, it's about existing amidst the gloom, it's about knowing the flaps which we can open and the ones which we can't, it's about being nonchalant at despair, it's about accepting that life's just like that.

Exception:-

Happiness!!!

Night of the Living Dead

I take in deep breaths to ease the nerves

Yet I die more with each gulp

I am not ready to die yet

Yet not worthy of living either

This night heralds a new dawn

I start afresh with zilch hope

To live along with death

To die with every breath

Don't venture here at this hour

The night will make you cower

Curiosity though may kill you

Abhor you to breach the threshold

Rest though assured, the signpost will read

Welcome to the " night of the living dead "

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

Me Taliban

I belong to the Taliban and I am a Talib.....says who? Says Honorable Supreme Court Justice Markandey Katju.

Oh did he...I guess he must have strong valid reasons, right? Well, he does have a reason, yes.

Gosh...so you guys have infiltrated into Indian mainland, you must be a spy, right...what else would you be in India for? Hmm...I've always been in India, you see, I was born here, have been brought up here, studied here (though we hardly study in engineering colleges:D), intend to work here too if a certain IT major does not forget me...ohh n btw, I love India too but that I suppose is besides the point.

Unravelling Love-strickness

A drop of love is what everyone lusts for

An ocean of grief is what they get

A badder bargain there never will be

And yet everyone falls for it

Are people so stupid that they cannot comprehend this uneven barter of emotions?

Aansoo...

This post by Lavaanya is responsible for the conception of the following post.

Zindagi ki kahaani

Aansuoon ke zabani
Khushiyon mein chalakti ous
Tanhayyon ke saathi

Kisi ke aankh dhone ki tadbeer
To kisi ke dil ke rone ki tasweer
Jeet ke kehkahon mein shaamil

Gham-e-shikasht ki parchayee
Palkon ke kinaron ki dilkashi
Jazbaaton ki mehkashi

Samjho to masarrat ke moti
Na samjho to namkeen paani

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.

love, thy name is hilarity

“Love is a 4-letter word, it means nothing” is one of my more sarcasm laden retorts to "madly in love" souls n the "happily ever after" believers of this world. To be very honest, I am guilty of hypocrisy while uttering this but it just seems an oh-so-purrfect reply to the 21st century guys n gals who invariably believe in the bollywood inspired mumbo jumbo of “sacred bond” n “love begets sacrifice”.

A far more interesting and hilarious side topic of love today are “love–fights”. Bollywood songs have since decades engrained the concept of “roothna-mananaa” in our psyche. Unsurprisingly, all of us know the usual tricks of “mananaa” generally starting from a bouquet of artificial roses/a pack of “Celebrations” to accessories(preferably jewellery)/movie n dinner together. A sincere apology on the part of the guilty party may work (but it’s quite a rarity).

However, am much more interested in the “roothna” part of things coz its actually filled with a lot of ingenuity and make for some seriously rib tickling stuff. Bear in mind, of course, that I am not talking about the “why ddnt u pick up my call” or “you’re not taking out time for me these days” or “you seem to be very interested in the new boy/girl in college/workplace” type of bland and tasteless reasons. Rather, much more trivial n hilarious (the more the triviality, the better hilarity it causes) reasons are getting invented each passing day.

Below, I share some of the top of the chart reasons that I have had the fortune to come across…

N.B:- All of these are very much actual incidents and are in no way a figment of my sometimes quite vivid imagination...(tongue– in-cheek)

### A boy(very close friend of mine, mind you), fought with his (then present,now erstwhile) girlfriend on the phone coz she picked up his call on the fourth ring as opposed to the pre-determined limit of 2/3 rings... *beat that*

### A girl(an acquaintance/distant friend) fought with her still going strong boyfriend coz the poor soul forgot to buy chloromint for her... *silliness personified*

### A girl fought with her boyfriend for lingering slightly more than a desired time period (in her eyes) in the company of his male friends... *huh*

Aah…the trials n tribulations of modern day love birds… *avoid*

I would be very happy if someone takes the effort to share some more such hilarious reasons for a love fight...!!!

P.S...The incidents cited have purely been chosen depending on the degree of hilarity they exhibit and the 2:1 ratio of gals:boys in no way insinuates that womenkind find more silly reasons to fight...*peace*

Alphabetically Defined

Hello again!!!Am back with another post where i describe each letter of that glorious language known to the masses as "ENGLISH".Hereby,i acknowledge the significance of each letter in this blessed life of mine.

N.B.:- this is actually inspired from someone else's blog which i happened to stumble across recently in one of my endless blog-hunting sprees..)!!!Cudn't help but compile mah own list.
newayz....without much ado, let's get started!!!

A for Allah (everything i am, its coz of u) n Anthonian (alma mater) - for being the place where the first seeds of my moronic self were sowed

B for Boredom (my unsuspecting and ever compromising partner) - for keeping me company when every1 else left or were driven away by my dime-a-dozen pjs

C for Calcutta (it'll alwayz remain Calcutta for me) n Coffee

D for Dimwits/Dumboz - for making me feel like Einstein’s second in command n Diego Armando Maradona (soccer god)

E for English (with all due respect to other languages) - for just existing.

F for Friendship (a bond wrought in love and pledged in pranks) n F.I.E.M. (Future Inst. of Engg n Mgmt) - abode of four glorious years

G for Gondolas (in venice) - am a core romantic @ heart n a ride on dis beauty is my idea of a perfect rendezvous with my beloved.

H for Home (sweet home)

I for Islam (the ultimate truth) - *peace unto everyone*, Iconoclast - favourite roleplay n “I” - urs truly!!!

J for Jest (which I use when sum1 gets offended)

K for Kudos (pat on d bak) - just adore them.

L for Love - fuel of life n Laziness - profession of life

M for Manchester United, Music (sedative on which am living) n Maria Sharapova - *sighs* n *puppy grin*

N for Nights (fav part of the day)

O for Opulent fools - for always reminding me what not to be.

P for Paradoxes, Parodies n PC

Q for Queer n weird ideas which have an open passage to my mind.

R for Reveries (for providing an outlet of escape) n Reading (for getting cultivated in me since my pre teens)

S for Sanity, Sobriquets (easy meat to exploit) n Sarcasm

T for Tom n Jerry

U for Utopia (for remaining a dream)

V for Vehement denials of pranks well played

W for Water (lifeline) n Whatever else that cudnt make the list.

X for Xtra helpings of chocolate fudge (vice) n X everything (read:-girl friend)-*best wishes*

Y for You my dear n Yak attacks

Z for Zombie - favourite persona