A Wish !!!

In this new year, lets take an oath to make this country a better place.

• a place where no one sleeps hungry
• a place where every house has a lamp to illuminate when its dark
• a place where no innocent child be kept away from their basic right to education
• a place where tourists can roam around without any fear

In this new year, lets decide to be a better person.

• a person who doesn't fear to raise a voice when its needed
• a person who respects his decisions
• a person who prefers to sacrifice an evening in disco, to make something good out of it
• a person whose aim is not to "earn" but to "serve"

Go out,

Look if there is a person who needs your help,

Teach a student for free who can't afford a paid tutor,

Help an old person cross the road,

Respect your job (because there are thousands who wish they had a job like you),

Pray,

Love and Live...

***A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR***

Its not fare...oops it so is... sorry :)))))

How many times do we use this phrase : "Its not fare :("...Wen 5, oh i din get tht toy, its not fare..at 10, tht cycle i sud be the one ridin on, its not fare...at 15, wish i was the topper, she wud then be askin for my company, its not fare....at 21, I cud hav done better with my career, its not fare...

what a sad truth...wen we hav somethin we dont realise how gud it is to have them only till we lose them...n then again, y din i realise before, its not fare..huh..

If i ask myself, my old me can teach me many things..but im not ready to accept me as my own teacher...dun trust or something..
stil i can try once to be a little more sensible and all..whatever

Who the hell cares..just work eat drink smoke and sleep...that is the way life should be...oh sleep time..

c ya tomo..
bbye gud nite:PP

what I've done...

Last three years have not been easy for my writing career..Yes, unlike many of my friends i wanted and still do, to be a writer. Initially, the kind of topics i used to write about were not very encouraging...Rather there was anger in the mood and there was no hope and dissatisfaction all over..And then when i thought about taking the writing professionally, i got encapsulated within greed and lust for fame..With the success stories of all the masala books, stories of engineering life, management colleges and blah and blah, i actually started believing that the kind of lines i used to write were not going to catch the eyes of many..I changed my wrting style, i even changed the ideas which i used to write about, for i wanted to be one of the best sellers daddy...stupid me..
I wasted such a long time writing all these stories with just one thing in mind that "are they gona enjoy it?" and this for me came as a great mistake because when i read it, i hated it...i mean this is not why i started writing at the first place..If i cant express the way i think, there is no use of writing..So my first project went in vain taking away a lot of time, a really good effort and of course it took away a lot of frustration too because now at least i know what i have to write about...
A new start that i am going to begin, wish me luck for...

Do i really love what i do??

I suddenly watched a video after a long time...Its a speech by Steve Jobs at Stanford University and today I actually felt the meaning of his words..He raised a few questions like "Do we really love what we do?" and "If today is your last day, would you still be doing the same what you are doing now??"...

"Life has always been a cricket ground and every time I aim for a century, I am out at duck.." This was mine by the way ;)

He also said that if you are doing something what you love and it doesnt make sense to you at present, dont be afraid...It actually will..May be it may take a bit longer (in his case around 10 years) but it will..definitely..Dots are better connected backwards..

I am currently looking for a reason which is going to give me enough strength to follow my heart and to start doing what I actually want to...

see you buddy !!!!!!

Its been a while, n the clock says "c ya buddy" lets go,
even if i dont wish,
even if they dont want me to,
we were coded like this to be, i guess a long time ago !!!!

Now I see millions of leftovers, that i couldn't clean up,
thousands of laughs,
n a hundred thousand of tears.
bag full of memories,
sweet sometimes, but a few bitter too.
there were so many confessions to make,
promises, regrets...
dear clock, can you just wait for it in a row,
n let me deal with it,
let me sort it out,
i so damn want this, that u won't, I know!!!!

Although you're pulling me along, I shout for them who I love,
who i never wana c hurt,
bro's n sweetheart.
let this idiot be stored, even if in a junk
'cuz it means a lot to me, it really does !!!!!!!

Dream On !!!

“U’ve a date today?”
“watt??? Mom, r u okay?”
“what, I know hw u people prepare 4 dis day. U must have too, so tell me..?”
“mom, 1st u never approved of dis day n second hu on earth wud ever go on a date wid me?”
“y? what’s d problem?”
“u knw mom I don do very well wid girls, my outspoken nature n all, I simply cant b sum1 else just 2 impress dose complicated creatures.”
“so yr gonna waste d day workin at that filthy place?”
“u mean at d garage, yes.”
“OK, I’ve a solution, u go n try on yr own, in case u cant, I may find sum1 4 u.”
Is dis a dream or sumthin? my mother sayin dese wrds, I mean cz cool otherwise, bt nt lyk dis. Newe lets enjoy d mood.
“ok, kool”
I was leaving 4 d garage, whr I work as a mechanic n d reason isn’t dose 2000 bucks they r payin 4 d month but my luv 4 d machines. Hope mum understands dat sumday.
I took my ’92 model bicycle outside my dad’s parkin whr his new Honda CITY ws parked n left 4 wrk.
“and 1 more thing son, luv demands giving without any expectations, alwez remember.”
Of course mum…I said in my mind.
I left anywe 4 MALLIKA’S Hub, I knw it sounds ridiculous bt dat is it, name of d place whr I wrk, It sounds lyk a night club bt it’s a motorbike garage.
I reached in time, tx 2 ma stomach pressure wich I had 2 release in lyk 4min max.:P…


“y don u take sum digestion additive…it’s alwez been a prob wid u, hadn’t it been yr IQ of 184, I wud never hv hired U…”
“I’m tryin really hard 2 push it outside” u blowjob,<>
I thought 4 a moment if mum ws right abt havin a date, today atleast.
Peen….Peen….
“yes mam, can I help u?”
“bhaiya, check d rear break plz, its kinda lose..”
Damn, y dis bhaiya again, it’s a curse, a gift if u offer a public service.
Newe, I sud try 1ce, I thought…
“execuse me mam, I can fix it in lyk a min, I’ve an IQ of 184..”
“n yr wrkin in a motor garage, of course yr a genius. Nw fix it ASAP”
“can u cum on a date wid me 2de? If u dun mind”
“execuse me??? Hav u seen yr face in d mirror?? GOD”
“my mum says I’m d most good lukin person of my age in d neighbourhood.”
“is dat so? Well den get her eyes checked..haha”
“don talk lyk dat, mum is very helth conscious, c gets her eye’s checked every month.”
“of course c does, nw if u’ll execuse me, I will try at d next garage.”
Wat a loser….
“but mam…….damn u ‘y sud boyz hav all d fun’ thing……”
“cz gone u loser, told u get sum additive”
“its nt ma stomach, y u alwez blame ma centre??”
Y dis luv thing is so discrete in nature, do I need to b lyk any other butter ass, to get it moved. Of course I don’t. Newton din do dat either, he also gt dat gravity whore while shittin under an apple tree. I can do dat too, its just a girl, only difference bein derz no constant lyk 9.8 m/s2.
“hello der…..”
“yes mam, in yr service…just open it, I mean yr mouth…just to order, u knw…”
“umm, ya its dis noise, cumin 4m d backside”
“backside of d vehicle u mean?”
“wht else?”
“umm nothing just to b sure”
“just do it u cheap freak”
N derz another failure, well dey say Edison also failed for around 1000 times, keep tryin loser, tym of glory will cum eventually.
N den, as der ws no customer 4 a while, I ws just thinkin abt hu I really want to b with 2de. Cz so delicate, smiling alwez, like a drop of dew durin winters on a leaf, soo live, happening, carin, etc etc. bt y wud c lyk 2 cum n c me even. Cz lyk a goddess worshipped by 1000s lyk me, n lacs hu r much better than me. OMG, der c is, perhaps waitin 4 her date, no cz cumin towards MALLIKA’s, it’s a dream, I punched myself on d face. It hurts, well so its real.
“hey u, hw u doin?”
“hello ji, im wet, sweatin I mean, its too hot in here, u knw?”
“its nt dat hot, its just FEB”
Months don’t ctrl temperature sweetheart, der is metabolism too controlled by yr presence.
“hw can I help plz?”
“its just dat pudding I wanted 4m Sukla’s, preparing dinner today, special day u knw”
Of course I knw angel, yr getting a head-ache 2 prepare sum bloody sweet thing 4 sum greedy needy creepy son of a *****.
“and??”
“and I dun hav neone in d house hu can help, I sudnt ask dis bt if newe u can help plz?”
* luv demands giving without any expectations*
“ya sure, I’m made 4 u, I mean I can help of course, just a min.”




“hey john, I need d day off plz”
Don’t confuse wid d name, his name is Neelanjan Saha, he just likes it as John, its d last 3 alphabets of his 1st name ‘jan’ wich he edited as ‘john’.
“man, its yr stomach again, damn u intelligent dickhead”
Its nt dat, hw many times do I have 2 tell u.
“yes its kinda lyk dat, u knw im really sry, I’l fill wid sum overtime next time.”
“OK, n get sum lemon water next tym wid u.”
“ty, ty very much”
“dun use my toilet, plz”
Fuck U.


“yes ji, I’ll get yr pudding delivered in lyk half an hour, if dats fine wid u?”
“tx, yr a sweetheart, ummahhh”
Ain??
A kiss, man it ws lyk a new engine serviced wid grease, lyk a hypothetical motion without any friction. Damn me, wat m I thinking. Say sumthing.
“my IQ is 184”
“wat??”
“no, I mean yr pudding, half an hour.”
“ya, ty”
Look hw beautiful c iz, round face, hairs playin wid her shoulders, spects lyk brightenin her ocean eyes, words sweet as honey mixed wid sugarcane ….i cud go on …better stop.
Well, I managed her delivery, I mean her pudding in time, drunk my fav Fosters, just 1 bottle, n got home, at 6 O’Clock.
“c huz home, hw ws yr day?”
“exciting, as usual”
“wat about yr valentine?”
“mom, not nw plz”
“u alwez blame me, bt today I have gt sum1 waitin 4 u, bet u’d luv 2 meet”
“I’m tired mom, I just want Linkin Park in my ears n a good night sleep, tell huever it is to cum tomo…… hello ji, hwcum …I mean , dat idiot told me he delivered d pudding just in 20 min.”
“yes he did, its just dat d person 4 whom I wrked so hard……..”
Well, so I nw hav 2 get her boyfriend right in time, so d princess doesn’t have to wait, lucky bastard.
*luv demands giving without any expectations*
“don’t worry, just tell me whr to pick him 4m?”
“pick hu?”
“yr man”
“I think he just needs 2 get his IQ checked again, I dun think its 184…”
R u kiddin me? No way, I mean john alwez tells me bastard, bt never a lucky one.
“ji, ummmm….”
“lets go u idiot..”
“let me digest it, I mean punch my face plz.”
“helllooooooooooo”
**************************
“hello sahabjade, wake up u lazy loser”
“ohh mum, its just…..oh my *** , its late, John is gonna kill me.”
“yes, he already has called 3 times, o my….wats dat smell? Get sum lemon water.”
Well, so it ws just a dream, n mum is perfectly normal.
I started preparing 4 my regular interesting job and in 15 min I ws in my way to MALLIKA’s but I ws happy, hopin d dream might cum true, just in case.
And even if it doesn’t…I hav gt my GANG to cheer me up in d evening. Fosters rock all time, u knw…:P
Have an Awsum Day wid Yr Valentine. [or join my GANG…:P]

!!! ANOTHER SIDE OF ME !!!

why it happens to me always,
something is trapped inside.
its just another side of me, i guess,
looking for a way to hide.

its so scared,
so much fear is there,
that if somehow,
i try to care.

stop conversation,
is its only decision,
and then its my turn,
for another invitation.

someone come as i can not handle it alone,
and the pain i don't wanna tolerate anymore.
just open all doors and make it free,
its another side of me....
....MJ....