$till in MemOr!e$

Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse
aage ke sapne saja rakhe the naajane kab se

bade utavle the yahaan se jaane ko
zindagi ka agla padaav paane ko

par naa jane kyon ..dil mein aaj kuch aur aata hai
waqt ko rokne ka jee chahta hai

jin baton ko lekar rote the
aaj un par hansi aati hai
na jaane kyon aaj un palon ki yaad bahut aati hai

kaha karta tha ..badi mushkil se chaar saal seh gaya
par aaj kyon lagta hai ki kuch peeche reh gaya

kahi ankahi hazaaron batein reh gayi
na bhoolne wali kuch yaadein reh gayi

meri taang ab kaun kheencha karega
sirf meri marene ko kaun mera peecha karega

jahaan 2000 ka hisaab nahin wahaan 2 rupay ke liye kaun Jagega
kaun raat bhar saath jag kar piyega

KAUN MERA sutta mujse pooche bina sulgayega.
kaun mere naye naye naam banayega

mein ab bina matlab kis se ladoonga
bina topic ke kisse faalto baat karoonga

kaun fail hone par dilasa dilayega
kaun galti se number aane par gaaliyaan sunayega

RD kchai ab kis ke saath piyoonga
wo haseen pal ab kis ke saath jiyoonga

aise dost kahaan milenge
jo khai mein bhi dhakka de aayein
par fir tumhein bachane khud bhi kood jayein

meri gappo se pareshaan kaun hoga
kabhi muje kisi ladki se baat karte dekh hairaan kaun hoga

kaun kahega langde tere joke pe hansi nahin aai
kaun peeche se bula ke kahega..aage dekh bhai

theater mai kiske sath movie dekhunga
kis ke saath boring lectures jheloonga

achanak bin matlab ke kisi ko bhi dekh kar paglon ki tarah hansna
na jaane ye fir kab hoga
keh do doston ye dobaara sab hoga

doston ke liye sab se kab lad payenge
kya hum ye fir kar payenge

raat ko 2 baje litthi khane kaun jayega
1 machiss ki teeli se 3 ciggerTE kaun sulgayega

kaun muje mere kabiliyat par bharosa dilayega
aur jyada hawa mein udne par zameen pe layega

meri khushi mein sach mein khush kaun hoga
mere gam mein muj se jyada dukhi kaun hoga

meri ye kavita kaun padega
kaun ise sach mein samjega

bahut kuch likhna abhi baaki hai
kuch saath shayad baaki hai

bas ek baat se dar lagta hai doston
hum anjnabi na ban jayein doston

zindagi ke rangon mein dosti ka rang feeka na pad jaye
kahin aisa na ho doosre rishton ki bheed mein dosti dum tod jayye

zindagi mein milne ki fariyaad karte rehna
agar na mil sakein to kam se kam yaad karte rehna

chahe jitna hanslo aaj mujh par
mein bura nahi manooga
is hansi ko apne dil mein basa loonga
aur jab yaad aayegi tumhari
yahi hansi lekar thoda muskura loonga

cOc@inE $kYw@LKeR... life is beautiful

Today was my last day of college and now my college is officially over…. And I am a B.Tech now…. I dunno whether to smile or to feel sad…. But I choose to be happy :-)….

It was great experience being here…. four years…. I learnt many things…. Now when I look back I feel….the changes… It’s the similar feeling I had when I completed school four years back… how time changes and how life keeps on moving without a pause…. People come… people go…. We laugh we cry…. Some really low moments…. Some really high…. Life is so beautiful in its own way….

In my last 4 years of B.Tech I met many people…. I was attached to many…. And worked and enjoyed with everybody I came across…. I discovered a different me…. More self centered, bad and self indulged me… And I improved as well in terms of public speaking, organizing and so on…

All I can now recall is that first examination when I was shivering with exam fear…. That first ragging by my seniors… those events we organized…..those proxies… talks….. Hanging out at cubes, bigbazar and equator every now and then….. bunking classes… Practicals….RD,, dhaiya..... Exams…. And so on…. Life was always fun and exciting here….

I have learnt very good problem handling skills and stress management….. How to meet deadlines ;)… by completing a week long assignment overnight… All those group tasks which compelled us to stay up all night with our gtalk on…. All those frequent semester exams….

These four years of my life were really good… I know what I have learnt….. I can sense the changes in me… I met some really great people…. I would not name all of them here but yes my few friends.... I still miss there presence every time I achieve something…. :-(

Everybody expects from their family because they are the people sent by God for us…. It’s very difficult to find people outside family from whom you can expect…. And I am one lucky person…. I met such people at every step of my life….. :-) :-)

I feel that I am kinda detached soul…. But still I miss people from my past…. Places… time… memories… tears and smiles…. I can relate to everything I left behind…. And touch wood I feel blessed because whenever I look back I find my people standing there for me… :-)

Now, I am going to start with my professional life… I just wish all my friends and acquaintances all the best for their future endeavors… I hope to stay connected with you all…. God Bless you….

And thank you God! Muaah :D..

Its my day

@ 8:30 , everything about my future result now depends on pallav and mukherjee .... everyone has his ears on the door listening for what happens on their roll calls..... and on every roll number of pirates.. their is huge applause by the geeks who have their asses in the class..

mukherjee is coming to my roll number......

my heart is beating at 180.......

my blood is on fire....

i m feeling much more adraline insine my gut......

my private part inside my pants is trembling.....

i was praying to god .... save me this tymmmmmm...

it is mukherjee who is goin to ruin my iit carrier by single mark of red ink.....

well again i msged pallv..... " bhai plz bacha le...... mera andar ana impossible hai....... tu bas proxy bol de baki main dekh lunga.....yar teri degree main treat pakki...."

its now roll number 583..... two roll number before me,....

my legs r trembling.....

i m feeling as jack sparrow who is goin for capitol punishment...

devi jones(mukherjee) is goin to decide my fate...

next call is 588...

next is me...

wat is goin to happen...

"619"

"admission number 619"

"present sir...." some one marks my proxy.....

i m on cloud number nine.....

again jack sparrow win over that fucking ass hole.....

mukherjee:- "who is satyarth singh parihar".........

my heart on fire now..........

Door of fate

@ 8:15,, me kd and sameer were resting their butt on the chairs of canteen... from where i m giving a look to those my branchies who were sitting in dat fucking lacture of mechanics...

As usual we had smething to chatter, mostly bout some famous personalites of our batch  ...

Suddenly mukherjee closes both the doors of class....probably he noticed the last benches dat have many bumps resting on them just 2 min. before, and now their r only 2 ar 3 sets of butts who r also ready to leave the class ....

That’s now normal practice for the students lyk us.... but dis is a special day when our destiny is goin to be decieded by roller pen of mukherjee...

While me,kd nd sameer r busy in some shit ....my cell phone buzzed... it was 8:20 and the attendance is over...

We thought that it was of someone special but its of pallav....

“ oh pallav .. defiantely he is goin to show his frustration as he is failed to escape from dat ass hole....” i asked to kd..... as doors were closed now... and startd to talk to pallav..

“ haan bol bhai”

“Abe teri mar gayi mukherjee is goin to take re-attendance”

Dis make me shrilled from top to bottom ...

Abe lag gayi suppli...

I just tried to assemble my lost humour and asked him to try to make my proxy.............

“bhai plz meri proxy maar de”

“sale nahi pad sakti vo sabko dekh kar le raha hai.....kaise bhi karke aa ja vapas class main ... nahi to gaya to ////////”

“Yar gate to locked hai kaise aao..., chal main try karta ho plz bhai main shayad hi aa pao tu meri proxy maar dena,...... plzzzzzzzzzzz.......... teri bilkul bhi nahi lunga abse bas aj bacha le...............bhai jo chahiye le lena ......bas bacha le”

“chal dekhta ho ,,try marta ho par mushkil hai/////”

Now ..the janta who was celebrating their escape earlier r now standing outside the closed door of that hell.....and everyone is tensed bout wat is goin to happen with their life.... sabko ander se cell phones k karan pata chal gaya tha k unki lag gayi hai ar re attendance ho rahi hai...dats the advantages of this mobile era nd of being in ISM as no one misses the chance to give shocks to their batchies....

Cell phones are buzzing continuously both inside and outside... everyone outside that door of fate is praying to their frnds to mark proxies of them and everyone inside is now celebrating their won over the pirates of class..........

I was their thinking bout wat r the effects of getting a suppli in mechanics.......

As their is no possibility to slid inside that shitty ass .... i left everything on pallav.....the only one pirate who failed to escape today............

my escape

@ 8:00 am, i found myself in mukherjee's class.... obviously 50 percent janta is absent and many of them r coming in a rush just for attendance (no one is listening wat bakar he is doin during his classes)... well i was on last bunch and 3 rows in front of me r just blank same as my mind....

hey dude concentrate on the roll calls....

bcoz if u miss your call den mukherjee is not goin to give u dat shit(attendance) ... just due to this gr8 students lyk us hav to wake up @ 7.45 only for dat fucking attendence.....

i was glaring out of the back door as sameer and kd ( both of another branch) were waiting for me...

"yar how should i escape from this unbearable hell" i was thinking about my way to go out......and here comes my call...

PRESENT SIR.... making my voice as confident as i m a regular geek in his class....

after giving me a devil look and noticing me ( as i was sitting alone in last bench).. due to my fucking brown hairs..... he continued to next roll number...

"definately he is thing bout his zero friction head top...... after givin a look to my uncombed hairs...... "

as he continues..me somehow make a passage to slid throw the door without making noise..

and again i have a victory over dat shitty lacture of fluid mechanics...

..............

morning @ ISM

shit its 7 : 40 already and my cell was blaring at full volume again....

" S@tyArtH i know you are lonely now just switch off that fucking alarm and let me sleep for 5 more minutes ". this was Ni$hanT my roomie(roommate)

"Its Mukharjee’s period .... if late forget attendance chal uth jaa @#$% "

"fuck off"

" BANG !!!" the door cracks open ............

It wasn't locked from inside , how could it be there is no door lock (it was broken by Vivek khetan when he needed water at 5 am , since then it is always open)

ENTERS viVek

"toothpaste ya handwash main se kuch ek de do yaar "

"handwash wahan padi hai , toothpaste wing main kiske pass hai , mujhe bhi chahiye "

its 7:45 and i am still on bed . Time to act

15 minutes to go for attendance

Finally toothpaste surfaces from somewhere in the wing . God bless the owner. Wing 8 rocks ....

It took me 5 minutes to perform my essential morning activities.

I somehow manage to find facewash (its essential when you......... you.......... you don't take bath before going to class .... :) )

10 minutes to go ..............

back to room

"NiShanT abhi tak so raha hai ..... 10 min bach rahe hain"

" abe proxy maar hi dena ab, main kal teri maar donga ....."

" aur ye kal kab aayega ????"

"kal sure"

"lagegi to laga doonga "

"love you ... muaahhhh (it was a flying kiss)"

It took me a matter of seconds to change in to jeans from lowers (one down another up,that's it).

No need to change T-shirt , it'll go for another 2 days.

deo hai na ....

You see there is one big benefit of being in no female branch (my branch is called bin maa ki aaulad as female candidates are not allowed ),you don't have to prepare yourself before mirror ..

5 minutes to go..

i am ready to go,and yes while packing my bag i don't forget to slide in few magazines, a survival strategy at ISM's prof's classes.

Here i come... MuKh@rjee ... for the attendance