Life After Marriage !!!!

Ok, i am sorry for being so late , i have been trying so hard to write something but you know, how is life after marriage...no you don't, Ok i tell you...
Before anything i tell you an incident...it was my first lie, and probably the best i could ever say with so much ease..

we went to some temple at my home place, and as soon as we came out of it, Neha asked me ,"What did you pray for", i said promptly,"Nothing" ,and I don’t know what was wrong with my answer for Neha immediately got upset. She said, like a true life-partner , I should have prayed for our family and kids and in-laws etc. When her lecture went on and on for what seemed like eternity, I delivered my lie, "Neha, you know what…I did pray for all that. Elders say that telling our prayers to others renders it ineffective,now if anything goes wrong with us,it is your fault, not mine.”. hehehehe :)..i am kidding...
Anyway the moral of the story is, you have to understand the emotions of your partner if not everytime then atleast at the right time, as in temples and parks...:)
As i haven't shifted into my own BHK(1,2,3 depends upon the availability and my ability) and i am still sharing my room with my room mates, so my life has not been changed much but i know "form is temporary , class is permanent"...so one day i will have to mend my ways ...
oho, i was about to answer your question, "hoz life after marriage"...I would really love to hear what other married prople would answer when thrown this question at them. In the initial days, it used to be fun to answer this question and I tried to give different answers(sometimes funny ones) but after a while, I really ran out of options and just started saying "Itz fine!".But now i think my answer shd be different.So probably i would say, you can do every damn "good" thing that you have been doing so far, marriage has its one fringe benefits but does not take away your existing ones at all.My answer to the question will henceforth be "Life after marriage is as "good" as it had always been" and I am sure all married folks will concur...

Now some tips for a better married life...

Respect her....infact you can generalize this rule, respect girls, and you don't have to show it, girls usually know it well...

Love your partner...nd show it to her..magic line "I love you", say it twice loudly, twice slowly and twice by heart(you can skip this part btw)and never generalize this, if you do ,there are least chances that you will do any good

Trust...Thats' the keyword, use it as much as you can...

Sweet song for a very sweet lady

This is a beautiful song from movie "Delhi heights", lately this has been my fav, so wod like to post it here. n for non punjabi people, english version is also there.n if you don;t know any of these languages, read it by heart...n u will understand, :-)

tere bin / besides you
sanu sohnia / my love
koi hor nahio labhna / i shalln't find another

jo dave / who'll give
ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul
chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me

ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all
amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysia
na kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference
har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition

koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time
koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face
koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity
na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons

tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / my love
mangni merian bala / no one will share my misfortunes

tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun

jiven rukia / (the) way you paused
si tun zara / slightly
nahion bhulna / i shan't forget
main sari umar / all my life

jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away
"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"

hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh
(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't
dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart
mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me

tere bin / besides you
sanu eh raz / none shall tell this
kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me

tere bin / besides you
peerh da ilaaj / no doctor
kis vaid kolon labhna / will be able to cure my ills

milia si ajj mainu / i found today
tera ik patra / a note of yours
likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled
tun shayr varey shah da / a Waris Shah couplet

park ke si osnu / upon reading which
hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell
akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eyes
eh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today

ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine
kise hor / won't be kissed by
nahio chumna / none else

ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine
mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust

Marriage - My Take !!!

I am getting married n that's official now :-)
So i decided to post something about my take on this special moment of my life.It's a relationship of commitment toward one another, seeking to serve the interests of one another. Actually it's a very difficult situation for many people, they see it as an added responsibility, but i believe there should be someone who can discipline me a bit,look you should always have an eye witness of your life and that's the way it is.

Now something for you "Neha", One day you asked me , if it would be the last time, Well !!!
If i know that it would be the last time that i see you walk out the door, i would give a hug n call you back for one more...if i know it would be the last time when i would be there to share your day, well,i won't let it slip away...but there will always be another day to say i love you,there will always be another chance to say "anything i can do", but just in case i might be worng. n today is all i get. i would
like to say how much i love you, how much i feel for you ...n i will keep saying untill tomorrow comes....!!!

Few Dreams !!!

Dreams, few funny , few scary...and that is the way i move from one night to other day..few dreams will probably remain unachieved thorughout, but i care no less for them.
How many times you have seen yourself falling from a 5 storey building but have your ever touched the ground? No, and that's the problem, i mean even in my dreams i can't catchup with my dreams...:)
One night i saw, one of my friend was murdered and my other friend got arrested for the case, and after investigation i found that the real culprit was dhaundy...hehehe sorry buddy but you should not have hid that knife in a programming book, but hell you didn't have anything else not even in dreams .Very recently i again saw one of my friend "chitvan",as a supari killer, he goes to some place in haridwar to kill a person, but he himself gets caught in the process by some gundas , who beat him almost to death and later we 4 (dubey, khemu, shukla and me)go for his rescue...hehehe....and we find him hung ulta on a tree, what a stupid scene that was...lol
I actually find most of my dreams make me chuckle at some point when I remember them. Guess a lot of it is context and having to be there, but sometimes things are just too ridiculous, hehehehe.
One of my more recent favorites still had to beat the 'Beverage Villain' as I eventually dubbed him... your classic villain from a black and white silent film, tall, thin with a long wiry mustache.He controlled the various elements like fire and wind and he used them to further his evil plot of flooding the soda pop market with his own brand of canned beverage.He went so far as to wire an entire building with explosives in order to ensure I did not try to meddle with his evil plan. Yeah, I meddled, the building blew up with me in it, hah.
I am quite sure it is a lot funnier to me than anyone else simply because I was there, but I do still have a soft spot in my heart for that poor guy... certainly one of the less successful villains in my dreams, hehee
will add few more dreams...so keep visiting :)

Alone !!!

आप से गिला, आप की कसम, सोचते रहे कर सके ना हम...उसकी क्या खता ला-दवा हैं गम,क्या गिला करे चारागर(डॉक्टर) से हम...ये अगर नही यार की गली,चलते-2 क्यों रुक गये कदम..

कब की पत्थर हो चुकी थी मुन्तजिर आंखे मगर, छुके जब देखा तो मेरे हाथ गीले हो गये,अब कोई उम्मीद है शाहिद ना कोई आरजू,आसरे छुटे तो जीने के वसीले हो गये,...

सामने आये मेरे,देखा मुझे बात भी की,मुस्कुराये भी पुराने किसी रिश्ते के लिये,कल का अखबार था,बस देख लिया, रख भी दिया...

उनकी उल्फ़त का यकीन हो, उनके आने की उम्मीद, होंगी दोनो सूरते तब हैं, बहार-ए-इन्तजार...उनके खत की आरजू हैं,उनकी आमद का ख्याल,किस कदर फ़ैला हुआ हैं, कारोबार-ए-इन्तजार

जादू है या तिल्सिम तुम्हारी जुबान मे,तुम झुठ कह रहे थे, मुझे ऐतबार था...क्या क्या हमारी सजदे की रुसवाईयां हुई,नक्शे कदम किसी का सरे रहगुजार था...

Bob Woolmer - A Man of Steal

Pakistan coach Bob Woolmer has died, per an announcement by NDTV just now, Poor man , from the very little i know of him, he was always sincere in his efforts, to make this pakistani team , the best team in the world and for this transition, he has been scolded, insulted, by various members of this team.
And this may seem unkind, but i hope, some pakistani team members, including a certain akhtar, afridi, will refrain from offering ritual condolences. Not after the way they treated a man who had their good at heart, a heart that, finally, appears to have burst from the load.
And if it sounds harsh i mean it to.
Now You presumably, rest in peace, Bob. you deserve to, after all that you have had to take, to swallow, over the past couple of years.
Bye Bye and ya, i still believe you were the best coach in this world, no matter what World cup 2007 result shows.

Dubey, Khemu, Shukla,Deepak,Basant,Param,YRS and Me !!!

I woke up early that day,to be more precise, i left my bed early,as i couldn't sleep last night, his every word was still haunting me.
"What's wrong with me Dr., please, tell me",i was stunned at his dumb silence."OK OK, if you insist,some portion of your brain is dead and rest is going to be damaged soon, after 2 weeks, you will start loosing your memory, you won't be able to recognize people,though your intellect will be same and and",he stumbled with words.
"after a month what Dr", i was shocked."look amit, i fear God but you don't have much time left", He was much soft this time."Can't you do anything", i almost pleaded with tears in my eyes, i guess my damaged cells were also crying.But Dr and I both were aware of the answer.That was "No".Life was the battle which i had lost.On the way to my house, i heard, India won another one day against South Africa, some other day,it could make my day but not that day.
My bathroom was also loosing its brain cells, as Khemu had woked up and started his live performance,He doesn't sing bad but worst,he usually wakes up early and accompanies it with a song in a hoarse,quavering, decidedly unmusical voice.He wakes us up every morning but you have not thought of complaining.No one has.
"Shut up you fat ass", i shouted, as it was hurting my brain cells.i am sure, Khemu was the reason behind my damaged brain."Hell you go idiot", bathroom roared without a slightest twinge of guilt.i switched on my TV and thanks to the technology i selected Kal Ho Naa Ho title track from the menu and exactly after 2 min it was on the screen,SRK moving around, singing beautiful song, somewhere in London i guess."How fake,i am in the same situation infact worse,i don't have Saif ali khan and Preety zinta to deal with".Suddenly Basant came out of his room with mobile in his hand,which i suspect,has been attached to him when he was reposing in his mother's womb. He was talking to his friend, whom he was talking last evening, last night, late night, today early morning and will be talking this night as well,i thought.
i saw myself in the mirror,"you have only 30 odd days,that's it, you are done Mr Amit", i said to myself."Move aside, i have to comb",fatty was still furious on me."I better be, i have only 30 days, and i don't want to get rolled under", i replied.He gave me a nasty look.
I still, hadn't said anybody about my illness,as i hate sympathetic faces.But i knew,"i have to tell them as there are some money equations, that need to be solved, before i face my early demise.", i said to myself on the way to the office.
My manager had decided a long time activity for me, which we had discussed last day, and i was happy at the work profile but things were different now.i couldn't do anything long term now,neither work nor affair.
Before lunch usually you can see me roaming around aricent with dubey ,Param and sometime with khemu. but today i was calm, less excited about the girls in the company,less excited about my chances of getting a promotion, and much less excited about the work. I powered on my ipod and selected few ghazals, i just wanted to let this time go.But before that, dubey called me for lunch and as it goes daily, i called up shukla and he called up deepak and yadav ram sharma.
Around 1 pm we went for the lunch,People were strolling around happily,except one, Yadav Ram Sharma, he was talking to Deepak and Shukla, perhaps about how his new land lord had cheated on him, infact how this entire world had cheated on him,about the new mobile launched, and how mobile company cheated on him by not launching it before and offered him a "less featured phone with less mega pixel camera" in the same rate,or new investment schemes and how these schemes would give them money during their last days.Last Day,caught my ears."Do i really need money during my these last days, No asshole, i need life".I thought.
Dubey was lost in the TV, where some whites were giving their advice how their belt would help him to get slim."get a life man, these belts are shit, do some exercise, and get yourself in shape, else you no longer need damaged brain to die, your overfeed Paunch will do the needful, asshole", i said to dubey.He gave me a cold look.this is the story of my life, most of the things i say or do , go unnoticed.Khemu was eating like it was the last time, Param was not there ,probably he had left for his house again.
Suddenly, i saw her, the lady in the pink, my only crush in the aricent,i never had the courage to go up to her and say ," Will you let me share ur smile, will you allow me to offer my shoulder when you cry,will you be my love for this entire life even after this life too,So many people love, but i bet, i love you even if you get fat,...".
I had no idea what would happen if i met her in the corridor or on the stairs.Probably nothing, i had met her in the corridor or on the stairs a number of times earlier.Nothing had happened except her slow and steady wrestling of my gaze to the floor, an act that took a second or two but felt like a lifetime and left me gasping for breath.
She went pass to me, i could sense her smell which grew denser along with its healing touch."lets move, i have to take a cigarette", Dubey said,"ok, but try to avoid it man,it ", i paused and then added ,"kills".
After few days i went to my home town, and told everyone about my damaged brain, everybody was so sad, that made my life hell.I also tried to do shah rukh khan for a girl next door,but to my luck,i failed miserably.Probably that works only on Preety Zinta, i guess.i returned back, on 28th day.
My brother had already said everything about me to my friends.They knew that i would be no more after 2 days max, probably that's why, Khemu didn't try any song that day.I opened my eyes, everybody was around, but i could not recognize any faces.Suddenly a person with tight ass, said, hey buddy, remember, me shravan, it's dubey, khemu , deepak, param,yadav ram.
"OK,you are Shravan,you are still alive, why didn't you kill Dashrath,that bastard killed your blind parents",i tried to make this moment light.He smiled with tears in his eyes."To hell you go", he replied almost with a choked throat infact everyone around, was crying probably at the bad joke."what's my name by the way", i asked, as i had forgotten even my name." You are Shahrukh khan", Dubey replied with a dull smile."okkk,hey khemu,can you please sing me a song before i die",i said with a harsh smile."Will you please shut up ,i don't want to kill others, by singing",Khemu answered and paused.
"Hmmm, Hey YRS,how's your landlord buddy, and did you find some other handset", i joked."cmon, you asshole, get ur medicine,",YRS whispered.
Suddenly, i saw two angels,they were there to take me to the heaven,"Are Muslims also taken up by angels, i read somewhere they get buried with genuine grief and genuine relief."i murmured, but my voice was very low, i saw everyone, rushing towards me, dubey held my hand,"what's the matter buddy, you will be alright," he cried.but my eyes were closed, they were crying, "He was too good, i never said it to him, what a good singer he was, what a good player he was, what a genuine person he was, i will never get the chance to say him now....",dubey said remorsefully.Everyone was sad, some more some less, khemu was the most, may be because i forgot to give him my share of the rent of that month or may be his only chance to be a good singer was dead with me.
and on the bed, my only undamaged cell,occupied by the lady in the pink was still alive, slightly blurred, but she was there right in front of me, giving me her cute smile.Angels started their work, taking my soul away from my family, from my friends and from the lady in the pink, far away .....