Those were the days..

Those were the days when the moon shone
The luminance kissed the surface of river rhone
For now I am as depleted as ozone
Waiting for you to come to my zone

Those were the days when you used to be not around
My life would turn upside down
For in search of factitious crown
Mea-culpa, I made you frown

Those were the days when your one silent glare
Would beacon like magnesium flare
For now I am in dark
Where even mutts don’t bark

Those were the days when your garrulity made me smile
Like the flowers blossoming in the banks of river nile
For now I am missing that seraphic smile
Which culminates my visage t look like senile

Those were the days when we used to debate
And I remembr how everytime you made me wait
For now my tears has inundate
Oozed to the level to importunate

Life..

Everytime I look into the mirror,
you couldn't find a single error.
the day I don't look the mirror,
you find java.lang.Throwable error.

Everytime I motivated you,
you were filled with bliss.
when I needed motivation,
none was there even to diss.

Everytime you ditched,
I tried to stitch.
but none can go against the treacher life,
even when you are having a wonderful wife.

Everytime I had a dream,
you made me scream.
the louder i screamed,
more closer was I to my dream.

Poor SRK...

As the adage goes “Icons are not born rather made”. Icons are epitomized by billions of people in the globe irrespective of caste, creed, and race. But I know an Icon who seriously forged encroachment to multitudes of people. And he is none other than self-proclaimed (pun intended) King Khan. Here are few of his deed indeed needed to be mentioned…

1.He is the only reason why Shahid is still single.Sweet Shahid Kapur watched one of his movie (KKHH) in which Srk said “Hum jeete hai ek baar, marte hai ek baar, pyar bhi ekhi baar karte hai” (I live once,I die once,I love only once)These holy words got adhered into the cells of his temple as leeches get stuck to human skins. I guess this is why shahid never got into any relationship after the notorious break up with his first and only love (haha…hum jeete hai ek baar,marte hai ek baar …...)
Oh! my poor cow just watch the movie again that baskey married twice in the movie yaar.

2.Every momma’s in the country have develop an abhorrence and is deeply upset with Srk as he is having a deadly impact on their children’s…Here is one conversation to follow
Audacious 10 yr child to his mom…
Son (strong voice): “Mummie mujhe isi ladki se shaadi karni hai.”(I want to marry this girl)
Mom (angry): “Kyun?”(Why)
Son (adamant): “Mujhe ussme rab dikta hai “(I see Lords image in her visage)
Mom (got red) : “toh?”(So)
Son (smiles) : “rab ko to na nahi kiya jaataaa naaa… “(We never ignore Lord)

(Mea-culpa!…my grey cells provoked the same thought to tell about my…now see he is having a impact on me too…huh…ICON my foot)

3.Srk has even irked the younkers of the country.
Most of the deluded (by girls) rookies have began fuddling (after Devdas).Few people have heard them pouting” chandramukhi ya paro kya farak parta hai yaaro.”
Before the movie RNBDJ a mere red rose was too much to get a yes from a girl. But after watching that crap idiosyncrasies of the fairer sex has changed. They now want some unique style of proposing citing examples like torching up the streets (I LOVE YOU…punjab power lighting up your life jee)…what the eff? uska baap elec supply me hai kya (his dad is in electric co.)?

**There was a time when Bollywood was dominated by three mega stars - Dilip Kumar, Raj Kapoor and Dev Anand. These guys were far bigger than today's Kings and Queens but never used to proclaim who's is No.1....

P.S.This is my sheer innovation so dare not to share any of my jokes with cohorts

Mea-Culpa of the Taj Mahal...

“Crown Palace” alias The Taj Mahal named after my third mistress Mumtaz Mahal, the jewel of the palace is the most mesmerizing masterpiece of my ancestors. If talented people hit the target which no one else can hit then comes a genius who hit the target without seeing it, my master was unanimously one. Beauty is the greatest seducer to mankind and this genius was entangled by the ravishing aura of the princess that summed up my existence.
Circa twenty thousand labors were contemplating the script depicted by Ustad Ahmad Lahauri of Persia. Chiliads of elephants brought my bones (marbles) from different parts to frame me in the world’s framework.

If this world is considered to be a beautiful garden then I’m like a beautiful flower in it. I am ostracized by the ministerial to be gazed on a full moon as multitudes say I am bonniest on that day. The moon engulfs me in the ambience of lewdness. The couplets of stupid cupid swear by my exuberance.

I am benign to have survived the radical changing world (world wars, indo-pak-china wars, terror strikes) for intimately 400 years. There are gazillions replica made but none can compete with me. My master left no stone unturned so he chopped off forty thousand hands in front of me.
“Mea Culpa"...that was the most unbearable sight I have ever witnessed. The blood still oozes out like a gushing mountain stream and the fingers points at me. If Lord had provided me with choices then I would have audaciously choose the hands when compared with my existence. Amino acid gushes out of my eyes that fill the river Yamuna (the reason for its saltiness). The onus of forty thousand hands still haunts and gives sleepless nights. How I wish if Lord can annihilate me and give their dues.

MAD-HE-MAD-ICS......

04/100 and 03/100 was my score in the first, second terminal examination(ripleys believe it or not!). Mesmerized! as child seeing the magic but for the first time, yes this was my score in mathematics when I was in eighth standard (irony (breaking news): today I am an IT Engineer). Even Aryabhatta would have repented why he invented zero seeing the score of his indigenous student to be equivalent to it. Mathsophobia...more than seventy percent of greenhorn toddlers in India gets intimidated by the numeral system and being my inclination towards true patriot I was not left behind in-fact belonging to crème-de-la-crème of the seventy percent.

My aversion towards MAD-HE MAD-ICS began as an amateur when I was besieged to learn the multiplication tables and division juxtaposed to my woes. I contemplated, had there been only addition and subtraction, my stack of score could have been overflowed. My memory processing unit used to melt down whenever instruction like ÷,×,≥,≤,<,> came for opcode fetch. The memory read and memory write operations used to play game of swapping amongst in the neuron (yeah I really enjoyed learning 8085 microprocessor this semester :-)…. The huge Sridhar Acharaya formula still haunts me. How can any Indian with such spiritual name do this to another Indian?
At the eleventh hour of my exams I used to implore and adulate cohort for some illegal help.
My weary soul was searching for a lighthouse and I was like a floating ship without rudders.OMG! How I wish Taare Zameen Par was released at that time, I would have considered myself as “Lord’s Special child” (term coined by aamir khan…perfect :-)…

I was deluded by people saying maths is as docile as lamp. An inner racket woke my dormant mad-he-mad-ics talent. As the vying got tougher (gratitude to my big ego…) it kindled my inner fire that was lurking for years. Consolidating my fragmented aplomb, I began to plan my maths innings. My first endeavor was to mug up the problems and guess what I was benign enough… (Defacto : “something is better than doing nothing”) following the trend of Bengali egalitarian of mugging up everything. My sheer diligence fostered my score to move northward and abhorrence towards maths to move southward. My confidence grew more robust, mates independent and secure (java is too high on my priority list…)
As my adeptness pampered, the door of comprehending the problems got ajar and rest is history.

“Feed the faith fear will starve to death”

P S: Grammatical errors are intuitive to me and Chetan Bhagat..:-)