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A Geek’s Dream: Chapter_4 ;)

“————–Chapter 4: Cricket Blood Cell: Present In Every Indian ————-“

A Note :- Every character written in the story are purely fictitious. It has no resemblance or connection with any living or dead person.

HINDI SANSKARAN: SAB K SAB CHARACTERS FARZIII H.

CHARACTERS : AYAN NEHWAL, NAMAN RAI, SNEHA AWASTHI, NAINA SHROFF, KHUSHAL.
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January 6, 2013.
Arch-rival India VS Pakistan Cricket Series. At that moment, India had already lost the 3-match series to Pakistan by 2-0. It was a Sunday. The game was being played at Feroz Shah Kotla, Delhi. India was all-out for 167 in meager 43.4 overs playing first and set a target of 168 for Pakistan.

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My phone beeped. It was Naman.
He texted me and wanted me to meet him at his home. He told me to pick Sneha on the way to his home. As I had to pick her up, so I, myself drove to her home, instead of my driver, Khushal. She lives in a building near Bhikaji Gama palace.

I picked up Sneha at around 5:00 p.m. & we drove straight to Naman’s residence.

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I parked my car near the entry gate.

We saw Naina was already present there.

Naina told us that Naman was trying his hands in some serious cooking! with an apron, and his Magic-Apparatus-Chef-Hat.

“Okay. So, that’s the event. Our Boss is trying his hands in cooking”, I said as we both were awed.

So, we were all at Naman’s home. Me, Naina and Sneha were about to start watching final match of that series on TV. Naman was not into it much.

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As we entered, one maid offered us juice.

“What’s say Naina, does India stands any chance to win this game”,I asked Naina as India played way too below avg on that day.

“In your dreams”, Sneha said.

“Hey ! come on. Don’t say that. Game hasn’t been played yet completely”, my Cricket blood cells were clearly visible as I replied back.

I was kind of running only on CBC at that moment.At such crucial moments my RBC n WBC turns into CBC. Nothing else was needed!

“Well, you can say that! but, I still think that India is going to lose”. Sneha passed a statement imprudently, after taking the absolute taste of juice on her taste buds and confirming that it was of pineapple.

I was displeased.

“You never know! It’s Cricket. & a game of uncertainty” I let it out calmly, though I felt offensive. Anyone would’ve felt the same. And it stands out as a valid feeling, if you are an Indian.

“No, come on Ayan ! How come India is going to win it. We need to defend 167.”

“See, that’s what I’m saying. We need to have some hope. The word defend is positive.” I winked at her.

“Kumar to Younis Khan, OUT, the middle stump has been flattened! Not a big inswinger, but enough on that to take the inside edge as Younis comes forward to play a loose drive towards cover. And just like that, Pakistan are two down”

End of over 7 (wicket maiden) Pakistan 14/2

“Yes!” I yelled in beatitude. ” that’s what I’m talking about. Come on Bhuvnesh!” I made faces saying that to her.

“See, these boys are the future of Indian Cricket. Fit ! Agile! Passionate! You look upon them and can tell that they are here to leave a mark on this very ground.” I said this as if I was a YODA of Star Wars movie.

Sneha went to the pool side to relax. I didn’t mind getting excited about the game.
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“Here you go, guys” Naman came out of the Kitchen after 1 hr of rigorous efforts confined within a plate.

It was kind of chocolate coated stuff.

“What is this?” I asked suspiciously.

“These are Brownie ice cream sandwiches, buddy” he said as he was putting down the desserts on the table meticulously. “Naina helped me in picking the recipe.” he added.

“& I guess, u made it to the perfection bro”, I said as it was looking delicious.

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Naina also joined Sneha at the pool side.

“So, when you’re going to marry Naina ?” I intrigued him while helping him setting table for his hand made ICS (not Android one 😉 )

“I guess next year would be fine. I want to make it perfect as I’m about to take next step of this relation. So, No hurries !” He said it wiping his fingers from his apron, with a smile of satisfaction.

“Perfect!”, he said and left for the kitchen to pick some remaining grocery.

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Although Naman was busy in placing the butter knife and spoon at the dining table for four of us, he came up with an impromptu query.

“By the way, what you’re up to with Sneha? I can see something is cooking.” he said while placing the napkins on the table.

“Dude, all I can see perfectly cooked here right now is your ICS” I try to save myself from canon of his questions.

“Shall I call upon the ladies to dine over?”, I asked him to shift the focus as his 1 hr effort were on the line.

Few go unscathed from his questionnaire.

“All right ladies, come back” I waived at them through the glass by rotating the like button of FB by 90 degree.

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Girls entered the room.

Naman pull-out the chair for Naina.

“Come on. Sit! Let’s dine.”Naina invited us all. She must be feeling hungry or might be very excited to test the cooking-ability of his fiancee.

As we all three had already taken the seat, Naman was last to join us.

Meanwhile Nasir Jamshed and Misbah-ul-Haq were struggling to score some runs on the board for their side.

And a sweet sound came out of sound bar.

“How’s that?”,all the players shouted in chorus & floated into the air for some time & given out lbw too by Umpire. Third wicket fell as Nair Jamshed.

“Ashwin to Nasir Jamshed, OUT, picks up the wrong shot. It was a flighted delivery on the off and middle, Jamshed chooses to play a premeditated sweep and is struck on the front pad. Ashwin lets out a cry of excitement immediately and the decision is given. That is a huge wicket considering how Jamshed has played this series”

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Suddenly Sneha got a message on her cell phone. She looked for a moment or so. I guess it was some kind of snooze.

Meanwhile, the conditions were turning up against Pakistan on the ground. Score was 113/3 till the burp of the phone & suddenly, another magical sound just came out of the TV.

We saw another fall of wicket of Misbah-ul-Haq. He’s one fine cricketer that Pakistan have in their team. But then, he was not more than one lost ray of hope for his team.

“Ashwin to Misbah-ul-Haq, OUT, and that leg slip finally comes into the picture. Ashwin has been bowling from round the wicket all day. This one pitches on the leg stump and Misbah glides it straight into the hands of Rahane at that position. Some joy for the India team finally”

Pakistan needed only 55 runs to win that game. I was on my nerve, literally. Though India stands no chance of winning that series, but I still want them to step out of that ground with honour.

As Misbah was walking towards the stands, Naina said, ”have you ever noticed guys, that Misbah has some sort of connection of getting out in such situations against India.”

India’s intermittent performance was increasing the interest in the game. We end up finishing ICS, a palatable cuisine. We all appreciated Naman for his gallant effort for making such sweet dish that we had.

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In between, girls did the plates & we all four were back again in front of the TV. The game was heating up and turning into another classic match between India and Pakistan!

Then, In 10-15 minutes span of time, Pakistan lost another two important wickets of Shoaib Malik and Umar Akmal. Till then, the game had been squeezed down to the final death overs.
Pakistan needed only 43 runs from 60 balls with 4 wickets in hand.

Another 30 minutes past. Pakistan needed only 24 runs from 24 balls with 4 wickets still in hand.

Naina was kind of superstitious in such situation. She love Cricket too. Yes ! she does !

Naman held her hand and said,” Dear it’s just a game, why are you sweating so much?”

Me and Naina both said at once, “ Shut up, Naman ! “. She said it facing Naman and I was looking at the TV.

That was crazy. Naman smiled.

I started juggling with three artificial oranges.
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Jadeja bowled final delivery of his 10th over. By God, Jadeja was beauty that day. He did exactly what was needed. & Shami Ahmed, the debutant, gave out of his skin performance by bowl.

Jadeja & Shami Ahmed’s Bowling stats were :
RA Jadeja 10-2-19-1
Shami Ahmed 8-3-23-0

“Hey Sneha, what do u say?”, Naina asked her with tension in her voice & same expression was on her face. She was continuously tipping her right feet over floor.

“Now, I think , that India is going to win”, glad she said so. Otherwise, I would have killed her with those three fake oranges.

After another two overs from Shami and Ishan, their bowling stats were :
I Sharma 9-0-24-2
Shami Ahmed 9-4-23-1

and Pakistan were :

End of over 48 (wicket maiden) Pakistan 145/9 (23 runs required from 12 balls, RR: 3.02, RRR: 11.50)

I stopped juggling. Enough of juggling ! Tight situation aroused on the field then.

Till then, Naina gained little confidence that then India was not going to lose. & parallelly then, Pakistan begun to feel like a sheep in the jaw of tiger. And slowly, the tiger is using all his power to break his neck.
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“What’s say Sneha, U wanna Bet, India is going to win”, I throw this question at her.

“Obviously India is going to win”,She said. Wow, she’s turning in India’s favor exactly like the Indian pulled this match off from Pakistan.

They were on the verge to win the fourth lowest win of all time for India.

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49th over. Ishan is bowling to Hafeez.

Hafeez scored 12 runs out of first 5 balls of Ishant’s over.

One-by-one all feelings were being shattered by Hafeez.

& suddenly!

“Sharma to Mohammad Hafeez, OUT, caught at midwicket! Hafeez has hit this length ball straight to Yuvraj at midwicket. It wasn’t a free-hit as the last ball was no-ball for height. But Pakistan have imploded big time here. Yuvraj runs around the outfield, slides on the field, he gets surrounded by his teammates.”

Mohammad Hafeez c Yuvraj Singh b Sharma 21 (62m 31b 2×4 0x6) SR: 67.74

& Ishant did it !Hafeez was gone! India won the match.

Pakistan Piled up for 157/10.

“Now, that’s what I call a game.”, I yelled facing upwards. We all four hugged each other.

Commentator Raghuram said:”This is more of what we all want to see from Team India. I am not talking about the Win here, but the FIGHT taken to the opponents.Hope this continues for the days to come.. Good for India and Cricket…”

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We all said Good night to each other. That day was tiring, mentally. and it was Monday, the following day! So everyone needs to be present at the office on the next day. & our Boss,Mr. T.A.P. , hate the late comers!

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I stopped my car in the basement of Sneha’s building. I went with her to make sure her safety.

She pushed digit ‘7’ in the elevator, & it starts whirring.

“Since how long do you live here?”, I asked, cutting the silence.

“Around 15 years. My Dad got transferred here in Delhi in last 10 years of his service, So we never went anywhere else.”, She replied. She, too, was tapping her toe on the floor, like Naina. She seems to be in a hurry.

Elevator stopped.

“Thanks”, she said. she was still tipping her toe on to the floor.

“It’s fine”, I replied.” please go.” I said, noticing her.

We shook hands and exchanged a smile.”Meet you in office tomorrow, then”, I said.

“yeah. sure!”.

Then she walked towards her apartment. & me back to the basement.

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On my way to home, I started listening to radio. Every Channel that I tuned in that day, was busy in praising the performance of both the teams. Pakistan was getting applauded for their convincing series-win. & India, was able to save their pride, at last.

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Author/Writer:

Vikas “Smrit” Singh.
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TO BE CONTINUED… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

DO COMMENT, DO VISIT AGAIN, COZ, I DO REPLY TO COMMENTS.

CIAO !
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Jab Tak Hai Jaan – My Version :)

Kabhi tere chehre ka noor tha main,

tere honto k kinaare ki muskaan tha main,

baanho me bharne k baad,

sukoon ki ek lambi, thandi saans tha main….

us khil-khilahat ko, us thandak ko nahi bhula paunga main,

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan….

Aksar khushi se chalak jaane wala aansu tha main,

teri Palko me, tere dil me, basne wala khwaab tha main….

us dhadkan ko, un sabhi sapno ko apne pass rakhunga main,

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan….

kabhi tere sir k neeche, hatho se bana takiya tha main,

tere galo pe ithlaati lat sa tha ,

jinhe haulle se tu apne kaan k peeche rok diya karti thi…

tujhe pareshan kar dene wali, un sabhi lato ki gustakhiyo ko yaad rakhunga main,

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan….

Sardi k mausam ki garm chai ki chuski tha main.

Zindagi, bilkul gol-gappo ki chatni ki tarah khatti-meethi thi,.

us sard-garam ehsaas ko, un chatkhaariyo ko  nahi bhulunga main,

jab tak h jaan,jab tak h jaan….

Ab na jane kis duniya me h hum dono juda se…

 

 

Ab adhura sa ek kisaa h tu,

chalte-chalte yuhi yaad aane wali,

ek purani kahaani h tu…

tera beech raah me mera hath chodna,

fir palat k kabhi na dekhna, yaad rakhunga main…

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan….

( I loved these lines in trailer)

 

Adhuri Kash-m-kash, ek koft h tu,

Bina matlab ki ek adat h tu…

yakinan  in adto se ubarne ki,

koshish karta rahunga main…

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan…

Sayane dimag ki bebak nishani si h tu,

ladakpan ki masoom kahaani h tu…

Na in kahaniyo ko dohraunga,

or na hi in nishaniyo ko ab kisi ko dikhaunga main…

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan….

 

ret se ghar banane ki, teri koshish tha main,

tere nakaam pyaar ki numaish ho gaya hu main….

In bekar koshish ka hissa ab dubara nahi banunga main,

jab tak h jaan, jab tak h jaan…..

Nafasat

Likhne baitha hu kuch yu hi ,

Chahta to kuch nagme likhta,

Likhne ko duniya me baithe h hazaro lekin,

Tujhe meri tarah se bayan kar payega nahi koi,

Isliye sochkar ye, tujhe main nafasat se tarashane baitha….

 

Kuch is qadar tera aks basa h in nigaho me,

K ab kuch or h hi nahi tere siwa in sanso me,

Peene ko to mayekhane khule h bahut Lekin

peene k liye tere nigaho k paimaane lekar baitha….

, tujhe main nafasat se tarashane baitha….

 

Zarurat se jyada hosh or behoshi k maine sile dekhe,

Hosh me tha to tujhe or behoshi me tha, to sirf or sirf tujhe hi dekha…

Yu to aksar hum bat-late the dujo k kisse-kahaniyo ko,

Lekin aaj apne hi quisse ko hazaro baar dohraate dekha….

, tujhe main nafasat se tarashane baitha….

 

Zameen pe khade hokar, chuaa tha asmaan us din,

Jis din tujhe maine apni baaho me achaanak simat te dekha…

Tujhse baate karni ki lat lagi aisi,

Apne quisso ko yu hi khud se maine bad-badaate dekha…

Tere saath baith kar muskuraane ki adaat ne mujhe,

Logo k beech bewajah hanste-hansaaate  dekha…

or aaj fir main, tujhe nafasat se tarashane baitha…

6 kamine or MCA ;) ;)

———–Dedicated to my roomies——————
—Kisi bhi line ka DOuble meaning nikal k bhi hanss sakte ho aap—

aao chalo chand muththi bhar or ji le
kitne rahe h hum dur or pass,
puraani baato ko thoda fir ji le…

@admission time :

jab ghusa main NIT-D me sak-pakaya
tab tum 5 kamino se kismat ne milawaya

Ek ever green smiles ka karkhaana, MATHS ka doot ( Sonu, Chunnu)
EK Bhopal ka serious ladka, RAVISHANKAR RAJPOOT ( Ravi shankar rajput, mogambo)
ek har baat pe “aee” karna or question puchne wala, hai SPARTA(aau aaau aaaaaau) (Anil choudhary)
ek atyant gambhir, hum logo se sadiyo purana, hai TAAAaauuu ( Jitendra, naam ki tarah tha ladka, sabhi indriyo pe kaabbooo 😛 )
ek sabse chota, sabse tez, jiske galo me padte the “TOY”(dimples) ,
his name is HELL BOY ( govind maheshwari )
or in sab me sabse kharab, I mean, thoda kam achcha ,
main CHACHAA ( vikas singh) …. 😛

ye to tha introduction, story is still in continuation….

Ist sem:
@Pradeep paul house :

jis ghar ko sala extra paise dekar liya,
usme hi humne sabse kam time vyateet kiya 😦 😦
reason kuch ni tha,
bus apne se jyada humara senior batch busy tha…

subah k nikle thake haare,
hum bechaare,
raat tak aate the
or agle din, kiski kaha pilaayi honi h
uska ULTI schedule banate the..

wapas aate waqt wo gusse se tilmilana,
or 2nd year k baare me khoob achchi-2 baat karna ( i mean nayi-2 BC izaad karna…)
“sala agli baar jana hi nahi, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye ”
mantraa baar-2 dohraana….

sabse behatareeen ye time tha,
kyunki aage jo hona tha uska
thoda bhi nahi yakeen tha….

chalo hanste-rote, first sem nikla..
ab, kuch logo me padhai ka keeda uchla…. 😛 😛


2nd sem:
@business man’s house:

jituaa, gopuu padhne nikal gaye ,
hum 4 bechaare akele reh gaye 😛 😛

salo ko padhne k bade keeda uchle, 🙂 🙂
room bhi badle ,
ab jab kismat sath bandhi thi,
to change kiye hue room bhi barabar me nikleee…. 😛 😛

ab fir se hum log saath the,
barabar me hi sahi ,
kam se kam chai peene,
pakode khaane me to saath the…

(( i remember how i explained the PIPELINING concept to abhishek, one of my batchmate,
I still remember that SHITTT concept….ROFL ))

3rd sem:
@AS-38:

Jis room me hum sabse jyada ruke the ( or moj kari thi, Ist yr me)
Ab hum bhi usi room me basee the….

( in this para ” unke means My lovely JUNIORS” )

jo jiya tha BHOKALI time humne Ist yr me
uska ab 1 saal ho gaya tha pura,
or ab karenge hum complete
ek saal purana sapna adhura…..

khub tudaai – khub pilaayi
jitna hua tha humare saath
usi k equal humne kari bharpayi…

ab isme humari koi galati ni thi,
room ki izzat ka sawaal tha,
all credit goes to my batchmate, humare aane se pehle hi,
is room ka sabse tagda bhokaal tha…

ab jo fasaane hum Ist sem me jaate hue gaate the
usi k kuch taraane unke ( lovable juniss )
hoto par lehraate the….

ab wo ye kehte the,

* wapas aate waqt ab wo gusse se tilmilate the,
or 2nd year k baare me khoob achchi-2 baat karte the ( i mean latest BC…)
“sala agli baar jana hi nahi, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye ”
ab wo ye mantraa baar-2 dohraate the…. *

* Sonu topper tha sala is Sem me 😛 😛 Kamina, sala *


4th sem :
@AS-38 Continues:bbudhiya ne kiraya badha diya tha :X :X

Alsi pana kya hota h, is sem me aakar pata laga 🙂 🙂

* is sem me bhi Sonu topper tha 😛 😛 kaminaa Square Sala *

jitna time milta tha
padhai me jata tha,
jo main niche dincharya likh raha hu,
agar in sab se time bach jata tha …

“subaha early morning 9:30 a.m.
dada ki puri,
fir dadi ki chai,
room par aaye..
thoda FB chalaaye,
nahaye
dopahar ka khana khaye,
fir FB pe k 2-3 chakkar lagaye,
thoda sona,
shaam me dada k yahan pakode khaana,
junior-senior milkar BC machaana
fir dadi ki chai,

kisi-2 din to humne keval Phuchko se kaam chalaaya,

fir room par aaye,
thoda FB chamkaye,
thode gmail pe email chatkaaye…
fir gtalk ki suvidhaa ka dam bhar laabh uthaaye
or dum bhar CHat-iyaayeee 😛 😛

ab shaam me itne thak k choor ho jaye,
padhne k liye energy kaha se aye,

kal uthenge early morning 6 o’clock
alarm laga k fir so jaaye,

neah!!! before that ,
thodi thakaan mitaane k liye
ek movie ho jaaye…

Fir aLarm laga kar early morning ka so jaaye
ISI dincharyaa ko hum roz apnaaye
to bataiye itne kam samaye me
hum padhne ka waqt kaha se laaye ????”

5th Sem :
still @AS-38:

till today, budhiya ne hume adha bengali bana diya h 🙂
at least samajh to aa hi jati h thodi-2… 😛 😛

4th sem ki chuttiyo me sabne
apna Apti chamkaya,
khub polish kiya,
khusb maalish kiya…
kyunki naukri milne ka mausam tha aya..

kathin samay bhi sab par guzra,
lekin sabka time aya…
jiski jitna kismat me tha
usne utna package paya…

haan, but us din thoda dukhta h ,
jab apna pattta sala written me hi kat ta h 😦 😦

raat bhar file me paper lagao,
interview me jao to
unko RED-BLACK tree ka concept samjhao…

ab jo concept apne ko hi clear ni,
unhe ye kaise bataye k humne
kitni vishaam paristitiyo me yaha din bitaaye
ab ******* tujhe hum RED-BLACK tree ka logic bhi samjhaayee!!!!

chalo jaise taise cheating karke
ek naukri paa li thi,
ghar walo k saamne sir utha sake
itni BACK bana li thi…. 🙂 🙂

* abhi is sem k exam diye h result awaited h 🙂 🙂 *
* shayad is baar bhi KAMINA CUBE sonu na ban jaaye * 🙂 🙂

Baki ki story or kahani 6th sem k baad 🙂 🙂

6th n Final Sem : Chcha is in Comviva, rest at DGP
is sem me jo sikha,
wo experiences life bhar sath rahenge.
Patience jaisi Golden chidiya ko,
hum kabhi na udne denge…

Bahut intezar k baad, is sem k Result aaye
Golden Medal, humare Markandey babu AKA BABA paye… (Deserving one)
Facebook pe photu bhi RED BORDER KARKE lagaye,
Khoob Like n Comments aye….

Bus is Sem or MCA(2K9) ki kahani yahi samapt hoti h,
is time ko humne motiyo ki tarah zindagi ki mala me piroya h,
ek-2 momemt priceless….

Love all… Peace out… God Bless ” MCA 2K* ” (* is regular expression)

2 pairs of 3 musketeers

from left: Sonu, Vikas(me), Ravishankar, Anil, Govind, Jitendra

Tareef ;)

“———————Tareef——————–”

kaise bataau tujhe
ki tu kitni haseen h,

kaise samjhau is zamaane ko,
ki tu meri naaz-neen h.
rakhta hu jise apne lakht-e-zigar me,
aisi meri himmat tu, mehajabeen h..

kaise batau tujhe k tu…

us khuda ki mujh par
inayat si lagti h mujhe,
hifaazat karti h jo meri,
tu wo kuraan ki yaaseen h

kaise beyan karu k tu….

jise kisse-kahaniyo me tabdeel kar,
sunata hu main har roz,
kabhi khatam na hone wali,
tu meri ek aisi soch Zaheen h

kaise batau tujhe k tu…

jab ye shaame gaati h,
or suraj apne ghar jaata h,
chaand k aane k waqt, jo sama ban jaata h,
tu aisi shaam rangeen h….

kaise batau tujhe ki tu……

Ghalib, kabeer k lafzo me jo aj talak na beyan ho paye,
aisi rounak h tu
Musaa k ghumaan se jyada, jo mujhme ghumaan bhar jaaye
aisi meri ibaadat h tu

teri surat se nahi, mujhe teri seerat se pyaar h
is zarre-2 ki abo-hawa, ab tujhi se gulzaar h…

is kayenaat k pare jo duniya h,
likha h tera-mera milna wohi ik roz,
Aisa mera, meri lakeero pe,
andhaa yakeen h…

dil nosh farma denge kisi din
is jaha k saamne ye saabit karne k liye

K Tu bus…… bus behatareen h…..

🙂 🙂
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Ab isse aage rhythm ni banega,
or upar jitna likha,
usse logo ko lag raha,
mera mamla Sangeen h…

AB TO jab tu mil jayegi tab tujhe personally samjhaunga k ,
K TU KITNI HASEEN H 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

or ha..

mar raha hu har pal
ye baat johte-2,
k tu bhi aayegi kisi din or dil khol k batayegi,
k tujhe main kaisa lagta hu…. // or beyan karegi kuch lafzz mere baare me

……………….. bus teri taraf se aaj talak, ye mamla Gamgeen h…

otherwise, tu bahut hi haseen h re 🙂 🙂 ROFL.

(( i enjoyed writing this last paragraph very much ))

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“I performed it as a task, a poem that must do *Tareef* of something, someone ”
“It’s written in good Humor and just to have fun, No hard-feelings, what so ever “

Thank you 🙂 🙂

Life is Beautiful ;)

“————————————-Life is Beautiful ;)———————–”

MANN kehta tha mujhse AKSAR
K tu ho ja farar,
tu bhi kar wo
jo tera DIL kahe,
kyu tadpe tu ab
is beech MAJHDHAR…

to KALICHARAN ban gaye KANHAIYA (story start)
or thaan li karne ki PYAR…

khub ghume HUM bhi MAST hokar,
khub chaani DELHI-6,
Iske baad mujhe laga,
shayad ho gaya is DESI BOY ka mamla fix…

uskii ASHIQUI me hua PARDESI
uske NAAM ka bana main sufi…
Gaur farmaaiyegaa!!!!!
uskii ASHIQUI me hua PARDESI
uske NAAM ka bana main sufi…
150 Rs k ALOO-CHAAT khakar Bhi rahi wo Bhukhkhiiiii… (( ROFL ))

Lekin fir bhi…
HAAL-E-DIL or meri HAQUIQAT mere
HAMRAAZ ko pata hoti thi
Tu hi bane ab mera MUQADDAR
is dil se ARZOO yahi nikalti thi…

Lekin uske PYAR k LAGAAN ne
mujhe LADLE se LOOTERA bana diya
Itne sab k baad mujhe samajh me aya.
MAINE PYAAR KYUN KIYA ???

uske baad jab BANDHAN hata,
to ab khul k jeeta hu
or kehta hu
Vaah! LIFE HO TO AISI…. 😉 😉

“I performed it as a task, a poem that must include the names of Bollywood movies”
“It’s written in good Humor and just to have fun, No hard-feelings, what so ever ”

Thank you 🙂 🙂

—Vikas Singh

A Geek’s Dream: Chapter_3 ;)

A Note :- Every character written in the story are purely fictitious. It has no resemblance or connection with any living or dead person.

HINDI SANSKARAN: sab k sab Characters FARZIII h.

CHARACTERS : AYAN NEHWAL, NAMAN RAI, SNEHA AWASTHI, STUTI JHA ,AYESHA JUNEJA, NAINA SHROFF, KOMAL VERMA.

“————–Chapter 3: Music From Rupture Sounds————-“

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Life looks like a puzzle, if you try to solve it, or a painting, if you try to sketch its every moment on the canvas of time.

Running through old pics of the school time, I stand & stare on a pic for some time. In the pic, a girl is taking the souvenior from the junior girl on farewell of our batch.

She was my first crush, Stuti Jha.

I don’t know Love or some kind of thing, exist at that time or not, but yeah, I don’t have any account of those 3 days , after I first saw her in 8th standard?

She was a new admission. It was her first day in the school.She was seeking permission to enter in class, of our English-cum-class teacher, Mrs. Komal Verma.

She entered in the class with a bag, which we usually carry in schools, white shirt, with an alternate brown-white pattern school tie, grey-colored long skirt, ending just before her grey socks started appearing, and Liberty girls shoes.

“Nerve-soothing”. I sighed with a pleasent smile on my face.

Keeping aside the Album, I started thinking about Sneha.

She is nothing like my first crush, but girls do enjoy the boy’s highest civilian respect when it comes to playing with our mind.
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Naman and I planned to go to HAZE BLUES, Vasant Vihar, in the weekend. It’s a heaven for unwinding with friends & music.

We retired for the Bar at around 7:30 p.m.

“Why we’re heading in oposite direction?”, I inquired, ogling into the dashboard for cigarettes.

“We gotta pick your Lady in Red-Saree and my cute vampire, Naina ”, he giggled.

Naina Shroff, his special-one. They are in a relationship over 4 years as of now. She lives in R.K Puram Sec-13.

“Oh, ho”, “then, today is the doomsday, fella !”, Ronan Keating’s when you say nothing at all was perfect to match to the situation.

We picked both of’em and reach around 9:30 p.m. at the Bar. And I didn’t talk much with Sneha in the Car because I was busy in staring at her lickable-legs. They were comparable with Sharapova. 😉

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“ Planter’s Punch ”, Naina whishpered in Naman’s ear.

Even if anyone bellow in agony, it would be whispering in there. Sound System rocks.

“Planter’s Punch for four”, he ordered to the bartender by confirming it with Sneha.
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“How did you like the ambience of the office?”, I initiated the conversation, as Naman and her would-be better half were off to the dance-floor.

“It’s nice”, Sipping-up the mystry liquid.

No one would go against their money making platform. Inside politics are yet to be unfold, which is indistingiushable part of everywhere now.

“Ok, I guess.”, she added, lowering her glass a bit from her lips.

“and how did u like the Boss?”.

“He’s cool guy.”, “doesn’t like lazy people much, I think”.

“yes, Indeed”, I gulped down the punch.

Thinking about such cozy environment I was in, shaking-legs were the only option.

“you mind, If i ask you to dance with me”, Ingratiating her I asked.

“Uhmm… No, why would I ?”, she hesitated once, but were on the dance floor with me.

We danced a while, & then went to the bartender for the same punch.

My cuddle hormone starts secreting. Oxytocin, Testosterone… whatever !

“Argh…! the song is too loud.” Applying breakes to my mind I jumped into the conversation.

“uh..hum”, she nodded.

“Let’s get out for some calm, confined space.”, I try to tell her, by hand movements.

School time enjoyment taught you all these “dumb charades” techniques.

Though we came here for the fun, but now, my gravity of fun is stalling around her.

We sit on the staircase outside the Bar & start talking.

We talked around half an hour on general topics and office environment. It’s already 11:45 p.m. by the clock.

She was quite gelled up with Ayesha, my secretary.

Naman and her Señorita came out of the club laughing. She was cuddling his nose.

“So guys, formal intro over ?”, He enjoyed the scene too.

“Yes boss.”.“ We are good to go”, I can sense typical Naman’s verbal next move, so I told him to burn the ignition of the ride.

He went away to parking.

“How are you holding on this guy, this much long?”, shrugging my shoulder, I asked Naina.

“Even I don’t know.”, with a wink she replied. We share some laugh over it.

“& here he’s.”, Sneha said.

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On the way to home, thoughts were busting and cracking in my head. Though I met her first time and talked with her, she seems to be another simple, yet functional, girl.

& I want to hold any further decision on to myself. “ You reserve the right to silent. Anything that you speak or do, can be used against yourself.”, these lines are heard most, in any Firangi picture.

Next day was Monday. Again the quest for office.
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Life gives us the reason to enjoy every moment of it, yet sometime, We curse it !

“Some moments I want to relive, Some aren’t.” life stalls in these two X and Y dimension of mind.

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Vikas “Smrit” Singh.
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TO BE CONTINUED… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

DO COMMENT, DO VISIT AGAIN, COZ, I DO REPLY TO COMMENTS.

CIAO !
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Khwahish ;)

“————————————–Khwahish————————————–”

kisne h ye hath thama
lagta kyu koi apna sa hai

kiski baatein yu mann me aayi
kon h jisne dil me ghar banaya

kon h jisko dhunde mann
Najane, kisne mera mann bhehkaya

hokar bhi jo juda, जुदा
wo kyu juda जुडा sa hai..

jane kya h usme mera
kyu lage wo apna sa kuch

gair nahi h, itna pata h,
roku kyu main apne ko fir?

kiske liye fir wo ruka h
kiske liye main ruka hu

Rakh kar Dil me khwahishe hazaaro
kyu mann maarta hu har roz

dil ko chup kara kar, aksar
khud par chillata hu kyu, har roz!

Dur khada h ,
dikhta h kuch dhundhla sa

failaye baahe wo apni
kyu mujhe bulata h wo har suu

mujhe bulaye
mujhe pukare.

lutaane ko taiyaar
apna wo pyar!

jataane ko bekarar
apna kuch Haq mujh par.

Hum dono neel-gagan
me udne ko taiyaar..

kyu har pal ehsaas h aisa
jaise wo ab khuda h mera

aankhen band kar bus, tujhe hi dekhu
khuda ne mujhe nawaza h is baar

tere is sheeshe se mann me
basne ko hu ab…main bekaraar

basne ko hu … ab main bekaraar

————————Vikas Singh—————————

Distrust ;)

“——————–Distrust———————”

I ain’t no angel,
I ain’t believe in Magic,
I loved you from my core,
It wasn’t any frolic.

You were harsh to say, “Yes!”,
You were rigid to say, “I Do”
You were really an impostor
How the hell I Believed you.

Trying to figure-out
the sanity of my dreams,
you were a coward that
I couldn’t see.

Shrewd, Glistering, that you posed,
Baffled, naive, you actually were.
Heart cursing me, Now,
Why I let you come my near!

Yelling in silence,
giving scars to face,
these were the Gift,
to get perfectly embraced…

                                                                                              “———————Vikas Singh———————”

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A Geek’s Dream: Chapter_2 ;)

A Note :- Every character written in the story are purely fictitious. It has no resemblance or connection with any living or dead person.

CHARACTERS : AYAN NEHWAL, NAMAN RAI, SNEHA AWASTHI, AYESHA JUNEJA, T.A.P. SRIRAM, RAHUL RANJAN.

“————–Chapter 2 : JOB: Just Obey (the) Boss—————“

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You must had noticed that watch’s both hand move way too fast, if you had to rush somewhere, on-time!

In weekdays, it was always my office. “Reaching office on time” should be declared as an adventure sport as bungee jumping.

Adding to the exquisite flavor of the busy morning, Delhi’s traffic is always there to welcome you.It loves you so much that it doesn’t let you move more than 15-20 km/h speed. and the rate of getting cheesed-off by this, is directly proportional to the time you have to wait, to feel your engine roaring upon acceleration.

Unnecessarily honking irritates. Its never the same in foreign countries. Sensible people never use their horn, as a musical instrument. Here, it’s indeed a time-pass on the road.

God forbid I wrinkled my attire completely.

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Naman was standing right beside his cabin. I saw him as I was entering into the office.He was already there, busy in flipping pages of some file.

We exchanged smile.

He, being a key position holder in the company and swiping-off big sum of money, always looked fabulous. Grey-colored suit from his personal Black Berry collection, Tissot T-Heritage on the wrist was soothing my eyes and his body too.

Aloha Ayan!“, he showed his affection, without moving-away the eyes from file.

“Good morning bro”,
“and Since when you started talking Hawaiian? “, ah! I love Google.

“Nothing, just heard it on the go.”, kneeled down before spontaneity.

He was looking afresh, after he completes his responsibility as a brother.

“Dude, I need to rush. I’ve to bell the cat”, I hi-five him. He winked.

Ah! Felt a sigh of relief, as I entered into the office 10 min before.

Ayesha joined me, as I walked to my cabin.

Now, there are some people, who like the work and their job pretty seriously, some doesn’t. Ayesha, my secretary, is the former one. She was no less than my genie in such hectic schedule.

She is chirpy yet laborious girl. She makes the environment light by her presence. Thanks to the Male-to-Female ratio policy of the company, which they have to maintain, we have sensible yet visibly-well-groomed staff.

Though officials haven’t put any restriction on the monotonous office-dress, she always chooses punjabi salwar-kamiz as her preferred attire. As she is a punjaban, it matches her vakhra persona.

“When is the meeting?”, I asked anxiously.

“Sir,It’s about to start in 15 min”, Ayesha replied.

“Ok”, “get me the file of the device, that has the problem “. The testing team found two bugs of integer overflow and SIGFPE. It may lead to Integer based attacks and unacceptable behavior in the running time simulation.

“here you go, Sir!”, She said, and handed over the file.

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“Fellas! we’re not on the schedule”, “and I want a full descriptive report of what we’re up to?”, my oval shaped boss,T.A.P. Sriram, said, wiping off his sweaty forehead.

‘Are these the symptoms of heart-attack?”, a thought crashed into my mind at lightening speed. Jesus ! he was sweating in an AC room.

We all five people present in the room had sensed the level of concern in his voice and were tensed too.

Rahul Ranjan was the head of the User Interface Development of the product, the fifth guy.

My Boss, being a South Indian, was very calm by nature. But, when it comes to work, he was a serious mate.

“Well! we rectified the cause of problem “,” It’ll get Troubleshot ASAP”, I tried to make him calm.

As the meeting was over, I saw Sneha Awasthi, first time in the office, second time in the last three days.

Sometime, the only thing that turn on a guy in a woman, is the way, she carries herself.

She was looking extremely professional. Wearing formal , holding a file in her left hand, that was resting over her left waist. Black frame spectacles was enhancing her girly look. Her razor sharp eyes paid full attention to our boss. I would say, she was amphoteric.

“New recruit! “, every new recruited person works with full attention, in starting only.

The meeting was about timely solution of such problems and moreover the deadline discussion about the launch of a new product.

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Naman knocked on the glass-door, showing me the time by tipping his finger on his watch and was saying,”It’s over!”, by sign language, like a deaf and dumb, standing outside the door.

I wrapped-up the cluttered files and headed towards the parking.
It’s time to go back home.

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“Come, let me drive you home. I want to talk with you.”, He offered the drive.

“Cool !”, I said as I hopped-in his Honda Civic.

“tum aa gaye ho, nur aa gaya hai…”. After the tiring day, listening to the deadly duo of nightingale, a sobriquet, Lata Mangeshkar and the father of yodeling, Kishore Kumar, was much more than just sheer pleasure.

“Here you go again.Come-on Dude! Do you always listen to these sadly-romantic songs ?”.

Though I had no offence with Old songs but, it was him, who try to imitate yodeling of The
Kishore Da to tease me to the fullest by his chorus.
And I feel, he enjoys this sadistic pleasure.

“I love puraane gaane.”, He said it in the musical rhythm by stretching the sound.

“Old is Gold, my friend”, he preached!

I didn’t listen to him, as I was busy in my important work, m.Facebook.com ! It always aced in priorities.

If you don’t get time to update your Facebook status once in a day, then you reserve the right to say,”TODAY, I WORKED!”

As I was changing my status
from: “O’sum Weekend 🙂 :)”
to:”Bheja fry-3 Promotion in a car : my friend has awful singing capabilities 😦 😦 ”
he said something unexpected.

papi! how the hell you don’t have any idea about Sneha ?”, “she is in the office from past two weeks”, he asked.

“Dude, I don’t own a satellite and I ain’t no CIA agent.”, My love for the Hollywood movies inside me rippled as I fired back.

“ooh! Do you want one?”,”It’s under the backseat”, he chuckled. He was always this much unpredictable.

“Whoa! The king of Good times”, It’s one among the several A-listed things that boys love. Beer!

“hope, now you own one and it’s in your hand!”, he started whistling to the tune.

“definitely!”, I nodded. “I can give it to you too, on rent if you want !”. exaggerated.

Evening time, awesome music, Beer in hand! whole day’s tiredness flew away.

achcha to hum chalte h….Phir Kab Miloge… Jab Tum Kahoge… I hummed it as the song changed to another classic retro.
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Vikas “Smrit” Singh.
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TO BE CONTINUED… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

DO COMMENT, DO VISIT AGAIN, COZ, I DO REPLY TO COMMENTS.

CIAO !
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