The Accomplice

Yeh Teri Bhi Aankhon Ka Qusoor Hai,
Main Tanha Gunahgar To Naheen ..!!

Pragmatism or Defeatism?

Main lafzon mein kuch bhi izhaar nahin karta
Iska matlab ye nahin ke main tujh se pyaar nahin karta

Chaahta hoon main tujhe aaj bhi par
Teri soch mein apna waqt bekaar nahin karta

Tamasha naa ban jaaye kahin mohabbat meri
Isi liye apne dard ka izhaar nahin karta

Jo kuch mila hai usi mein khush hoon main
Tere liye Khuda se taqraar nahin karta..!!

Frames Of References

Nazar kuch, zubaan kuch, honth kuch aur keh jaate hain
Hum unhein apna aur woh humein ajnabi keh jaate hain

Kabhi to suno mere seenay mein chhupi us aawaz ko
Hum jise aap... aur aap jise dhadkan keh jaate hain ..!!

Attaullah Khan

Dekh le aa ke zara, chain se sone waale
Kaise rote hain teri yaad mein rone waale..!!

Naheen aaya meri maiyyat pe koi bhi apna
Mere qaatil hain meri laash pe rone waale..!!
[Maiyyat: Burial Ceremony]

Aadmi laakh sambhal kar bhi chale to yaaron
Haadse hote hee rehte hain yeh hone waale..!!

Tujhko aayegi lahu se bhi wafa ki khushboo
Mere is khoon ke nishaan chehre se dhone waale..!!

Am not very sure if any of you would remember the movie 'Bewafa Sanam' starring Krishen Kumar (keep watching this space for a separate post on Krishen Kumar :D ) which was based on the life of Attaullah Khan. As grapevine has it, Attaullah Khan was madly in love with his fiancee when she decided to dump him for a rich guy. Attaullah went to her wedding ceremony and murdered her on the spot. Then he took special permission from the court to let him record his album... Do try and catch hold of the mp3 files... the agony in his voice and the lyrics of his songs are very humbling.

Not To B

Ishq ke bhi kuch aadab yoon hua karte hain
Jaagti aankhon mein bhi khwaab hua karte hain

Har ek ro kar dikhaye yeh zaroori to nahi
Khushq aankhon main bhi sailaab hua karte hain ..!!

..Yeh Zaroori Toh Naheen !!

Umar jalwon mein basar ho, yeh zaroori toh naheen
Har ek shaam ki sahar ho, yeh zaroori toh naheen
Neend to dard ke bistar pe bhi aa jaati hai
Teri aagosh mein sar ho, yeh zaroori toh naheen..!!

The importance of being Appul

I hate socializing…dont get me wrong. I am no loner. The problem is my name. Of the 100 times I am introduced to someone, 101 times I have to answer the same question-- ‘Hey what does Appul mean’? Frankly speaking, it means nothing and why is it that a name is supposed to have a meaning in the first place. How about this, these are the names of some of my acquaintances:

Shweta— She has a dark complexion and never wears anything white.
Devendra— The epitome of misnomers.
Gaurav – Made his parents proud by getting the girl next door pregnant.

And there are 100 more valid entries which deserve a mention in this list. Anyways, if people are still interested in the origin of my name, it’s Appu, the Mascot of 1982 Asian Games. When I got admitted to a school in our locality, my parents stretched it a bit by appending an ‘L’ at its end, making it sound a bit formal. That is that. Reminds me of Piscine Molitor Patel of The Life Of Pi fame who had the best swimming pool in France as the origin of his name.

By the way, I am not sure if anybody has noticed the oddity in the names of siblings of Indian origin. Indian parents, it seems, have this strange habit of keeping the names of their children starting with the same alphabet at the least and homophonic at worst. I hope nobody needs examples…examples are floating all around you..or may be you are one of the examples..atleast I am. :p (No prizes for guessing the name of my younger brother). Of the 100 guys you would meet having an elder brother ‘Sonu’, 99 would be named ‘Monu’ :D. Amongst people around me, here are some examples…

· Riddhi-Siddhi
· Ankur-Ankush
· Amit-Sumit
· Manav-Manasee
· Sonu-Monu-Tonu

..and this list is practically endless.

Arz Hai..!!

Tu kahin bhi rahe sar pe tere ilzaam to hai
tere haathon ki lakeeron mein mera naam to hai ....

Mujhko tu apnaa bana ya na bana, teri khushi
tu zamaane mein mere naam se badnaam to hai ....

Mere hisse mein koi jaam na aayaa na sahi
teri mehfil mein mere naam koi shaam to hai ....

Dekh kar log tujhe naam mera lete hain
is pe main khush hoon mohabbat ka ye anjaam to hai ....

Woh sitamagar hi sahi dekh ke usko saadiq
shukr hai is dil-e-bimaar ko aaraam to hai ....!!


This one's real close to my heart...as if somebody stole my feelings and put them into this gem of a sher. Comments invited. 0:-)

Swaminomics

Dunno how many of you are interested in the Indian economy but off late, I have developed an interest in it (it started as a necessity and is now a hobby) and one guy who has been a saviour is Swaminathan S. Anklesaria Aiyar, Consulting Editor, Economic Times. His editorials appearing weekely in TOI and ET are too good and are written so nicely that they would make sense even to a layman (That is exactly the reason why even I am able to comprehend and appreciate them :p ). Sensex crossing 10,000--> 11,000 and now 11,700..Here's what His Highness wrote on Nov 9, 2005...another possible reason for booming sensex. (Click Here)

For those lesser mortals..

..who dont know who Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged is!!

Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged was - indeed, is- one of the Universe's ver small number of immortal beings.

Most of those who are born immortal instinctively know how to cope with it, but Wowbagger was not one of them. Indeed, he had come to hate them, the load of serene bastards. He had his immortaility inadvertantly thrust upon him by an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch, and a pair of rubber bands. The precise details are not important because no one has ever managed to duplicate the exact circumstances under which it happened, and many people have ended up looking very silly, or dead, or both, trying.

To begin with it was fun, he had a ball, living dangerously, taking risks, cleaning up on high-yield long-term investments, and just generally outliving the hell out of everybody.

In the end, it was Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55 when you know you've taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul.

So things began to pall for him. The merry smiles he used to wear at other people's funerals began to fade. He began to despise the Universe in general, and everybody in it in particular.
This was the point at which he conceived his purpose, the thing that would drive him on, and which, as far as he could see, would drive him on forever. It was this:

He would insult the Universe.

That is, he would insult everybody in it. Individually, personally, one by one, and (this was the thing he really decided to grit his teeth over) in Alphabetical Order.

When people protested to him, as they sometimes had done, that the plan was not merely misguided but actually impossible because of the number of people being born and dying all the time, he would merely fix them with a steely look and say, "A man can dream, can't he?"
And so he had started out. He equipped a spaceship that was built to last with a computer capable of handling all the data processing involved in keeping track of the entire population of the known Universe and working out the horrifically complicated routes involved.

He is still insulting people.

Courtesy : http://hhgproject.org/

..Koi Baat Naheen!!

Yehi wafa ka silaa hai to koi baat nahi
Yeh dard tum ne diya hai to koi baat nahi

Yehi bohot hai ke tum dekhte ho saahil se
Kashti doob rahi hai to koi baat nahi

Rakha tha aashiyan-e-dil main chhupa ke tumko
Woh ghar tumne chhod diya hai to koi baat nahi

Tum hi ne aayina-e-dil mera banaya tha
Tum hi ne tod diya hai to koi baat nahi

Kise majaal kahe koi mujh ko deewana
Agar yeh tumne kaha hai to koi baat nahi..!!