"Toh Zinda Ho Tum"

it's been really long long long time i've come to my blog..
and it has hurt me a lot as i hvnt been able to keep up my promises..
bt life's all bout trying while we r living..
it's only trying that keeps one alive most of the times... "Toh Zinda Ho Tum"...

wording shayaris at random has been coming to me naturally these days.. though i'm building on known words of wisdoms by famous writers and lyricists..

Monday morning Blues... we all know.. we all feel.. and i thot of penning something down..
something that brings us to offices.. bt what is it gives the proof of us being alive in offices on Monday.. humorously speaking.. as i say... "Toh Zinda Ho Tum"... (Javed Akhtar)

Somvaar ko agar tum office late aao, Toh zinda ho tum..
Late aa kar apne boss ko GM kaho, Toh zinda ho tum..
..
Cabin k AC ki hawa jaise constrained rehna seekho
Tum engine k dibbe jaise, maal khichte sehna seekho
Har ek colleague se tum milo khole apni filein
Har ek pal ek nayi neend dekhe ye nigaahe
..
Jo apne mails ko hairaniyat se dekho, Toh zinda ho tum..
Somvaar ko agar tum office late aao, Toh zinda ho tum..
~Sharad~

The Corrupt !!

Indian Govt. may b d only govt. in the world trying to suppress movement against corruption in a country. Hypocrisy oozes out in bulk when a govt. speaks of eradicating corruption but does not allow people to express themselves.

Look at the scenario India has to face now. Not so long ago (65 years) Gandhi adopted a route to oppose the British Govt. and revolted in his own way. And today, Anna has to do a similar act, but against the Govt. formed of people of his own nation !!!

Where is the UNITY shown??
Where is the DIGNITY shown??
Where is the (basic) HUMANITY shown??

Will this be another Tunisia, Egypt, etc. etc. ?
Are the people of our nation ready for it? Can the people afford it? The consequences?
Who's the custodian of The RIGHT and The WRONG in India???

Who has to take the lead now?
Is Anna's way the only way left for the people of India to fight corruption and bring in transparency?
Are we answering a correct problem / issue in India??
Are we sure there are no gamblers who would make money in the context of Success or Failure of this revolt??

Is this what people of India actually want? Will this free India in reality?

Yes. These and many more questions could arise and debated. I just wish all the good for India and for the people living in.

Free up...

(These are solely my views and not intended to hurt anyone's sentiments)

The Choice !!!

My Choice Philosophy in my own words:

“Life is all about making choices and to live by those choices. The disagreement with the choice after we making it brings nothing but the feeling of being deceived by the self. On the other side, the agreement with the made choice brings the feeling of being powerful.”

Even if one thinks that he/she is getting forced to make a choice, he/she can revisit his/her previous actions that would have led to being forced.

Try to live by choice, not survive by force !!!

Vacuum

where the hell i had been all these months??? y did i stop something interesting i had started to do?? y did this happen at this juncture of life??

i tried to answer all these and many more.. bt instead of answering them, got some new interesting insights..

thr ws a vacuum created aftr my last post and as we all know, sound doesnt travel in vacuum... so i wsnt able to hear my own internal sound !!! bt when the valve opened up, too much of air gussshhed in and i could hear Noises...

anyways, i m back in the boom town... and will post often..

Love... to all... (m still single) ;-)

The screw driver day… part 3

One thing is sure – I really love her (vrrrrooooom) and I really like her (Talli)… And I wanted none of them give me troubles. One was already giving and other was about to give, I knew.

She gave a smile, as sweet as herself… I parked her on one side of the crossroads greet her. By then Rebel and Aali were also there. Few xchanges of hi and hellos.. and then came the ‘qayamat’ ka time. The time to start ma bike. She started but dint push off.. There was still much of H2o in the tank. My temper, which generally is kept in the freezer, suddenly was put on a hot plate. Eyes were looking for anything that can act like my favorite stuff of the day – screw driver… and a small hardware shop came to my rescue this time. Talli was all the time askin me, wat happened? wat happened? I said, the bike s not smooth on road, so have to do this.. (after so many days and months, I ws getting a chance to have a ride with a gurl on the bike and this is how it ws goin….) Somehow I managed to start off and she said, “wat yaar, ur bike s not running good??” (how embarrassing??? First time goin out and wat all….)

Few kilometers and again she jerked, and jerked violently, but I controlled and took her into a gas station, which had a small workshop. Some how I was finding good, friendly people throughout the day. Guys over there, after getting confused with what I demanded from them, gave me a screw driver, slightly larger in size. And I did it again – drained the h2o… by now I too had drained some of the water from my body… Topped up the tank full… and pushed off again…
Then it was a complete joyride… smooth..sloww… we chatted on the way to Diamonandani….

Smily was already waiting for 4 of us at one of the squares there… she ws (read ‘is’) looking extremely beautiful and gorgeous and fantabulous… Travelling for half an hour had raised the appetite in the deep valleyed bellys of the 3 females; so they took up to a fastfood joint and munched on something. I cud not get off my eyes from Smily…(this ws 1st time we were out 2gether… v all ver out 2gather)

It was then the time for the event of the day… GOKARTING… as I said earlier, it was burning the fuels as well as pockets… (though I don’t mind taking up such adventures once)… wow.. wat an experience… Rebel clocked the fastest laps amongst us… but Talli was the star attraction of the event – clocking the highest time ever in the history of the GOKARTING… breathtaking venture… corners – acceleration – brakes – cuts – overtakes – slopes – tyres – flags…
TP is what v guys ver good at. We slipped in another joint in the evening to munch on some snacks and smoke thru pipes.. and a lot of sharing happened over the table…

Smily invited us to her house for a while. My heart just bounced bounced…(at the back of the mind some1 ws screwing – screw driver – pls)… I asked Smily and Talli to push off in a rick and I shall follow with Rebel and Aali… Darkness ws trying to prevail all over… it ws just half way thru somever and my love again jerked – just while doing a slope… L and I asked them to push off ahead… I kicked & kicked & kicked & kicked… she wont start… Water was playing the game now… and no one stopped to help me out with wat I needed - a simple screw driver… not e1 ricks ver having that… hw do I do the slope; a long way to go… I might have done something with water in my last birth or some1 opened up my tank and put in a bucket of water in it… thots all over me in the darkest dark.. perspiring.. begging.. asking.. trying.. all for a screw driver... I wanted badly to go to her place – dint want to miss a single moment wit her…

And a scooter stopped behind me... he offered to push me and the bike up the slope… I was touched-moved-inspired by the selfless service offered by that service boy from PidzaHut… he pushed me up and then I rolled down for about half a kilometer to find a small garage. I found out a screw driver and did what I do best on that day – clearing water frm the tank… and rode as fast as I can to her place… all my stress-perspiration ws gone on seeing her… parked my love underneath the building and went upto her place – we 5 ver alone thr… I drank about a litre of water at one go and sat on the sofa just looking at her when others ver having some discussions… so nice-beautiful-soft…

But everything has a time to end up.. v had to leave – feeling not happy… just wished that I didn’t need anymore of screwing… but my bad luck isn’t that good.. she didn’t start… now where the hell will I find screw drive here??? Smily said, “I guess I have one in my house – Dad uses it sometimes for some work.” I asked her to give it.. and I did again the best… how much was still inside, I dint know.. so I asked Smily to leave the screw driver wit me and said, “I shall return this later on”. “Ok” was her sweet reply… fell flat on…

That later on has never ever come yet…
I pushed off 4m thr along wit Rebel and Aali..

That last screw driver, I think, had a magical effect on my love… she dint jerk or stop anyver till I braked it in my garage…

I still have that screw driver wit me as a memorabilia of Smily. It has made an emotional connect wit me.. I wont return it ever – I wowed.. it’s a sign of true and pure friendship between me and Smily…

My love gave me trouble that day..
But gave a sign of relationship that day..

The Screw Driver Day… part 2

Some how he managed to drain some of the H2O again and my love was again ready to vrrrroooooooooooommmm…

Reach home. Cells in my brain still deliberates, “how did that H2O go into the fuel tank ??” I got present to myself and the situation – whatever happened, happened… no point on wasting energy over it… so I flushed out them outa my mind and then went in the Good Heavens to flush out the actual flush out.
And then I get a call. A sweet voice, Aali, on the other side, “so are u coming today to burn some fuel (and more pockets too) over the pursuit? Don’t day no, don’t think much, coz I know u r coming. I m joining Rebel on his mobike. V shall pick up Talli from the Dark crossroads around 1.” This was a clear indication that Talli is gonna sit wit me on my love. Shivered !!! (those days, I wasn’t comfortable to handle two handles simultaneously – my love and a gal, though I alwys wanted to J) Difficult to manage two females at a time, especially when u know that one of them has developed a problem and other prefers a smooth ride…
Anyhow, when time came, I dressed up, got down my apartments, keyed in her and rode down… I was sure this is gonna b one day, one long day. I stopped to wait for Rebel and Aali at a pre-decided junction. As soon as they came, v started… sorry, they started… I cud not… I knew wat was required. A screw driver. Desperately, I looked for one in my tool box, but the whole tool box ws missing. Near by ws a “Bar & Restaurant” (this city is famous for that also) High hopes I asked the person at the counter, “I want a screw driver, urgent.” He said, “sir, its gonna take at least 4-5 mins of preparation.” “Boss, I need a screw driver to tighten-loosen a screw.” He searched it in drawers and my luck ws wit me this time. I took it and did the needful to drain the unwanted fluid. “how much more of this is still in there???” With a thanx and a promise to visit the bar sometime and have a screw-driver, I started her. By now, Rebel and Aali ver on the verge of bursting out at me in that sunny noon time.
Reaching the Dark crossroads wasn’t easy either. Jerks all the way… I felt thousand arrows tearing my heart every time I got a jerk; my love’s heart ws not well…
Wat do I see at there @ Dark crossoads !!! Talli is standing on one side; wearing glares, open hair, jean and a tee… I fall flat… but ws the other female ready to take her on?

I feared only one thing – where wil I get a Screw Driver here, if I need it???

The Screw Driver Day . . . part 1

My love gives me trouble sometimes…

Rainy days… I can’t forget… It was some holiday (most probably a Sunday). I ws @ my home the sweets home, but not in the moods. Just yesterday she told me that things aren’t fine with her. She ws experiencing some problem while breathing in. I ws perplexed as to wat happened suddenly. Till Friday night she ws all fine and responded well to me. I thot lemme take her to her regular doc. Somehow I managed to do so, but the doc wasn’t there. My bad luck is not that good.. L But the compounder said, he can do something if I let him check her. I doubted, but she didn’t say anything; in fact, she cud not. I said ok to him. I wanted to watch wat he was goin to do.

He asked me to make her stand straight on the stand, and I did that. Then, he gave her a kick and she started vrrroooooommmmmmmmmmmm… I love that firing sound of her. But in a moment she switched off. We ver sure that fuel wasn’t reaching the engine and something was stopping it. We took out the fuel pipe from the tank and opened the valve screw. Oh !! it was water coming out of the fuel tank. OMG !!! How did this compound H2O get in the tank where only CHX compounds have the permission to enter?

May b during those rainy days, my fuel tank top provided the required passage for water to slip in and settle down at the bottom at the tank, pushing the fuel upwards… (water has higher density than petrol, the fuel J). So instead of fuel, it ws the water that ws comin out of the cock, the fuel-cock… that jerks the bike and hinders me from riding smoothly over her…
Exclaimed I, “drain the water out, its simple.” Quizzing myself, how??? The compounder said, “let me have a screw driver !!!” Those days I ws into some swigging…so thot, he wants to have one right now??? He grabbed a small screw driver lying beneath his other tools. Yeah… the screw driver (for those who are into cock-tails, swig = drink J … get the connect)

He turned off the knob of the fuel cock, removed the fuel pipe from the carb, and… he inserted the screw driver into that crevice of the screw, loosened the screw of the cock-valve… what dripped outa that slimmy pipe was – the same compound w/o which the fishes can survive - H2O (for non-engineers and people suffering from Ghajini syndrome, H2O = WATER…). Some of the water dripped out pretty fast and then I smelt sensational odor of (CHX)y compound (by now, its pretty clear – PETROL).

I blessed the screw driver for having ‘been there – done that’. Again the sub assembly was assembled to the main assembly of the fuel tank and I slowly pushed the button to start (I love her…) She didn’t L… Then I gave her a choke and started again… Bad luck is not that good… I succeeded in 3rd trial and she picked up…

Telling the compounder, “I’ll pay later, tell ur boss”, I rode it to home; only to have the loss of power after some meters. She again collapsed.
I came again back to the clinic, man-handling her all the way. The compounder saw me coming and giggled… As I reached him, he showed me that tool – The Screw Driver…

My love gives me trouble sometimes…