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d three idiots

Posted by tariya on July 14, 2009

hey mit and karan…..
i am coming up wid a post i guess wud plz u ppl….and wud be a good read for others….it was also selected to be published in d college magazine…..
for others….u must hav read chetan bhagat’s ONE NIGHT AT CALL CENTRE…..
now read ma ONE NIGHT AT RAILWAY STATION….
and not a single penny for guessing……………….. we were all drunk..

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D Global Festival-Valentine’s Day….14th feb,2006

Posted by tariya on July 14, 2009

hey friends,

ur buddy wid a love is back wid d day of my life to share wid u ppl…

but first of all i wud like to tell u somefwing dat i think suits dis moment aptly,

         भ्रमर कोई कुमुदनी पर मचल बैठा तो हँगामा

         हमारे दिल में कोई ख्वाब पला बैठा तो हँगामा,

         अभी तक डूब कर सुनते थे हम किस्सा मुहब्बत का

          मैं किस्से को हक़ीक़त में बदल बैठा तो हँगामा !!!

I call dis day a global festival as Dr.Vishwas has something different to say abt dis day.

he shared wid us one of his personnel experiences….he was asked by some American fellah dat Dr.Vishwas u ppl in India

dnt have any festival which is celebrated around d globe.he replied d guy,  “how?”……

d guy wid a feeling of proud said, “like u ppl celebrate Diwali,Holi,Iid,Christmas(on a small scale of course),den many other festivals….”,

 “but none of ur festivals are celebrated around d globe”……….

Dr.Vishwas was surprised to here dat…he asked him ….”India is a country wid a wide range of cultures and religions,

but wat festival do u ppl hav which is celebrated around d globe”

d fellah very arrogantly replied,”Valentine’s Day”,

“it is celebrated around d globe”

den Dr.Vishwas told d poor fellah…”India is a country of love.we dnt need a specific day to express our love for our beloved…”,”in India Everyday is a Valentine’s Day…..”…

“and do u ppl realy want a global festival from a huge country like India…”

“how can u forget d festival given to u by our small neighbours Afganistan……LADEN EKADASHI?”

so dat was a completely different incident wid having no relevance to ma Valentine’s day of 2006….

d day i had always wandered luking at other couples going out for a date….

but 14th feb,2006 had something special in store for me.i gottup wid a call from Prateek’s dad,,actually last night we both changed our cell…cz i had ma cell phone low on battery….so ma cell(remember it had d sim card of Prateek) rang,blemme d sound of N-gage is not which u wud like hearing wen u are sleeping……”hello”, I said………it was Prateek’s dad…”beta Prateek”…..i was surprised….den i realised its was not mine but Prateek’s call….i handed over d cell to him and said…..”Prateek,papa se baat karo”……..e took it as if it was ma dad’s call….he saie”hello uncle”……..

i din hear clearly but as far as i cud make out…his dad was laughing….”beta, ab baap ko bhi uncle bol rahe ho”……..

so dat was how it all started…….i had ma classes at 12 noon…..but i gottup early…..and rushed to d cyber cafe…..d newly innaugorated cafe was owned by d son of ma landlord…Amar…..

i got to d system always reserved for me……(dat was d luxury for dose who lived in d Manchanda Palace….)…..i chked ma chirkut scrapbook…..oops orkut scrapbook……

just d increase of one scrap in ma scrapcount….

i opened d scrapbook…..too ma utmost surprize……a gal who left me wid a half written letter in Bathinda….had left me a scrap…..

lez c some flashback

i dnt knw if she liked me or not in d school….cz we used to fight a lott…..and even on her last day in d school i had few marks on d back of ma hand as well….dat day….were all cz of her nails……..

we used to fight wid almost everything dat we cud find……chalk pieces…imlee(tamarind) ke beej…duster…..wat not……anything….

d day she was leaving….she came in a fairy look alike dress upp….black trousers…shining grey top…..and blemme….even in dat age i cud make out whoa…….dats d gal for me…..

she hadda letter in her hand….half written…..she dint give it to me…..i kept asking…..but i knw she was hiding something………i cud clearly makeout she was gonna miss me……atleast i was sure i am gonna miss her……she had tears in her eyes…..even i had……but i was behaving kewl…..as if nothing is gonna happen……as if i knew she is goin to come back to me……she hadda msg in her eyes…….i vl come back to u dude dnt worry…….den she left us wid school hours over……..she went straight along d road opposite to d school building wid her best pal…..Shefali……i felt like ma heartbeats were taken away……i boarded d school bus….den went to ma home……and guess wat i had 102 fever in d evening………but i knew ma story was not yet over…….as if i knew he went to comeback only for me…….i missed her like hell dose bloody 5 or six years……wen i completely was not in touch wid her……..she was in bareilly……..i remember she sent letter to d school from bareilly……but i was a child…….infact a lover in budding…….i dint reply…….i had so many things to ask her…….but she left all questions unanswered…….i remember weneva i saw a shooting star……her name automatically invaded ma wishes…….i just wished one more time…….plz ……

well dats too much of a senti stuff…….too much of a melodrama….

hehehe…..back to ma orkut scrapbook…….

it read’ “hiiiii!!!!!”

i felt like rejuvenated…..she told me to come in d evening…….i was happy…..i wont exaggerate…..cz i felt like…….dude……its game on…..

but guess wat d assoe teacher……stretched d class hour from 2 hours to 3……i knew i had to get out of d class…..or i wud miss ma last local……hehehe…….i felt like something rushing me out of d class room…….i guess d topic goin was probability…..if i am not mistaking……..as ma probability of missing out on ma gal…..was high…..realy high…..

finally i got out of d class at 5.30 pm…….i agn rushed to ma reserved system……logged into ma chirkut account……4 more scraps…….she left scrappin  all her school buddies…..a happy valentine’s day message……me too……

she din give me her cell number…..for obvious reasons……..privacy reasons…..

“fuck maan”….i shouted “fuck,fuck,fuck…..”

hehehe

as u all knw d f *** word does work…..

and a f***in scrap from a guy….arrived……

d guy name…..vicks…..not dat bloody…..cough drop vicks……but vicky…….

ma gals schoolmate…..

well dis guy does deserves a hell lotta thanks….for all d entertainment he has provided me wid……

u can compare him to …..plz dnt mind……wat if u do mind even……as if i care…..Rakhi Sawant

i vl justify dat…..

she had ma number…she sent me a text message……hi tarun…how r u?happy valentine’s day……

she knew ma intensions thru d wonderful guy vicky( he was her schoolmate……)

so he passed on ma intensions to her…..cz i hadda a chat wid him dat day so i told him or he cud make out….from d chat……

well i called her…..

i waited for her to spk first for d fear of her dad recieving d call… 

“hello!!!”…….

whoa……wow!!!! i was mesmerised by d voice……sweetest melancholy u wud eva hear……

d voice was was bettah dan wat mozart cud produce…….

“hello!!!” she repeated….to confirm wether i was dere or not…….but i was left spellbound…….

“hiii!!!” i managed to reply somehow………

remember i waited for over 5 bloody years of ma life to hear dis voice……she seemed to be saying…..duffer atleast say something….a few words of love……dhai akshar prem ke……

“how r u?”…..”watta surprize?”…..”tarun!!!!!!”………

i wish i cud pen down wat i was fwinkin at dat beautiful moment……

i f***ing din had guts to say i love u……wat she may fwink….i hadda a hell lotta questions to ask….a hell lotta answers to seek……..

i just knew i loved her……

den we talked for sometime……den her mom came calling……she had to go to d market wid her mom…..

she said , “will talk to u later….”

i stupid myself said….”bye!!!”……

as if i had got wat i hav always wished to get…..but somewhere in ma heart i knew i have done a great job…….

i felt like being on d top of d world….

i felt like being d sole winner in d world dat day……

dat surely was d best day of ma life………

we talked thru sms dat day…….but wat i was felling like…..i cant tell……

i knew dat even if i go home widot cracking d IIT JEE…..i wud still thank kota for giving me d reason to live…….

everyone seemed happy……prateek knew his best buddy was happy…..infact everyone seemed to be happy…..everyone seemed rejoicing….

i cudnt sleep dat night….i waited for d next day to come early…. i felt like doing all of dat probability portion……d questions seemed easier….

 

i will like to end up wid a few lines of Dr.Vishwas…….kya karu yaar…..i cant get over dis guy’s panache….

मुहब्बत एक एहसानों की पावन सी कहानी है

कभी कबीरा दीवाना था कभी मीरा दीवानी है,

यहाँ सब लोग कहते है मेरी आँखों में आसूँ हैं

जो तू समझे तो मोती है जो न समझे तो पानी है !!!

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pagli ladki…

Posted by tariya on July 12, 2009

apology to Dr. Kumar Vishwas……for copying his lines…..but dese lines truely tell wat ma life wud mean widot dis pagli ladki of mine….

Amawas ki kaali raaton mein dil ka darwaja khulta hai,
Jab dard ki pyaali raaton mein gum ansoon ke sang hote hain,

Jab pichwade ke kamre mein hum nipat akele hote hain,

Jab ghadiyan tik-tik chalti hain, sab sote hain, hum rote hain,
Jab baar baar dohrane se saari yaadein chuk jaati hain,

Jab unch-neech samjhane mein mathe ki nas dukh jaati hain,
Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai.

hiii

Jab pothe khali hote hain, jab har sawali hote hain,
Jab gazlen raas nahin aatin, afsane gaali hote hain.
Jab baasi feeki dhoop sametein din jaldi dhal jaata hai,

Jab suraj ka laskhar chhat se galiyon mein der se jaata hai,
Jab jaldi ghar jaane ki ichha mann hi mann ghut jaati hai,
Jab college se ghar laane waali pahli bus chhut jaati hai,
Jab beman se khaana khaane par maa gussa ho jaati hai,
Jab lakh mana karne par bhi paaro padhne aa jaati hai,
Jab apna har manchaha kaam koi lachari lagta hai,
Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai.

Jab kamre mein sannate ki awaj sunai deti hai,
Jab darpan mein aankhon ke neeche jhai dikhai deti hai,
Jab badki bhabhi kahti hain, kuchh sehat ka bhi dhyan karo,
Kya likhte ho dinbhar, kuchh sapnon ka bhi samman karo,
Jab baba waali baithak mein kuchh rishte waale aate hain,
Jab baba humein bulate hain, hum jaate hain, ghabrate hain,
Jab saari pahne ek ladki ka ek photo laya jaata hai,
Jab bhabhi humein manati hain, photo dikhlaya jaata hai,
Jab saare ghar ka samjhana humko fankari lagta hai,
Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai.

Didi kahti hain us pagli ladki ki kuchh aukat nahin,
Uske dil mein bhaiya tere jaise pyare jasbat nahin,
Woh pagli ladki nau din mere liye bhooki rahti hai,
Chup-chup saare vrat karti hai, par mujhse kabhi na kahti hai,
Jo pagli ladki kahti hai, main pyar tumhi se karti hoon,
Lekin mein hoon majboor bahut, amma-baba se darti hoon,
Us pagli ladki par apna kuchh adhikar nahin baba,
Yeh katha-kahani kisse hain, kuchh bhi to saar nahin baba,
Bas us pagli ladki ke sang jeena fulwari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bhin marna bhi bhari lagta hai

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