Rat....

He felt like a rat in a sewer. Just like it he was surviving on opportunities. When somebody said that life is beautiful or the world is good, he felt like breaking the jaw of that person. He has been suffering all along. What the f..., he can't choose his life, he has to be in the sewer waiting for the opportunities, waiting for a piece of bread in a sea of shit.

His daily work included of going house to house and selling all kind of products which he himself would never use in his life. They were useless and still he has to sell it. He has to lie about the qualities of the product and trap the customer. No much earning and the owner of the company was a hardened bitch to deal with, he never let him take an extra dime, bastard!

He needed more opportunities, he wanted to get out of the sewer. Afterall he was a BBA. Better than anyone in his locality, illiterate bastards.

Last night he got a call from his old friend. He was manager at some firm. He couldn't believe it. That dumb*** became manager and he was still here selling shitpot cleaners door to door. But his friend was a real friend. He offered him to work with him. At last somebody was there who turned out be good to him.

He went to meet him. The office was huge. He was dumbstruck. His secretary was like someone just out of miss world pageant. His friend called him in the cabin and hugged him. He remembered the story of Krishna and Sudama, his grandmother used to tell in childhood, and he called this guy dumb.

So he was kept on job, and his first job was just to meet people and deliver them some goods and papers from company. The money was too good for such an easy job. He asked his friend and was assured that this was just a kind of orientation for the real job.

Today was the first day of his work. He wore his favourite white shirt, starched and with cuff-links and a red tie. He reached office fifteen minutes early. The secretary gave him the package and told him to deliver that to an address. She smelled like a strawberry and he couldn't hear the instructions she was giving, her lips were just like cherries and he was busy looking at them, he really didn't notice a word she said.

He reached at the address and rang the doorbell. When the door opened he saw police. They shouted, pointing Guns at him. 'This is the drug dealer', he heard them shouting. He didn't know why he ran but he ran. Why the hell he ran? But he couldn't stop. His legs were moving as if they were out of control. Sweat was flowing like from one of the water-cans he used to sell at his old job. He thought about his friend, like they say, 'a friend with weed is a friend indeed, mother....", he didnot stop, kept running.

'Bang', he heard the noise and next moment he found himself on the ground mixed up in a brownish mix of mud and his blood. The mix was just like the chicken marination mix he used to sell door to door. He gathered all the strength and stood again. He has to save his life. He started running again.

'Bang', he fell into the sewer. He lay there with his blood flowing along with shit. He was like a sewer rat who went for cheese but cheese is never for sewer rats. He smiled. At last he had come back to the place he belonged to.

Fast Five... buckle your seatbelt...... just go for it

Dom's back and with a bang. With him again the familia O'connor, Mia and the playas from the TFTF series and what more? We got some rock cookin in here too.

 Dom has been rescued by Bryan and Mia and now they are in Brazil doing the job they do so well, stealing cars. In the process they get entangled with Brazilian underworld kingpin, but who gives a shit to that. We are all for fast cars, crazy action and some sizzling beauty.

Like they said, it is the biggest and hell it is. They plan taking down the mafioso and they do that. After Letty in TFTF 4 here one more in the familia Vince is killed but that's fine, the ending pays for that loss.

Action?? Its crazy. Tried jumping on a running car from a train. whew! It is really cool man. I almost got my popcorn stuck in my throat.

It's action and pure action. The cars, the babes all of 'em are pure beauty. Who needs story in a world like this.

No much talking. This one is a MUST. If you love TFTF, this one's a God for you. If you don't you will start liking from now on.

You just don't wanna miss it!

Jal the band..

So I am talking about music and I am talking about one of my most favourite bands, Jal. They create magic, all the way from pakistan. Farhan, Gauhar and Shaji they spell bound us with their music and the effect is more because we don't have good Indian hindi rock bands and even if they exist they don't come up at national level.

In my school days. Jal was a rage. I mean obviously you have to be a rock lover but I believe that Jal has a wide approch because of their beautiful hindi-urdu lyrics they are not limited only to rock lovers.

I still remember the time when after my tutions I and my friends used to roam along the foggy roads with Jal playing loudly on our mobile phones. We loved it. We were obsessed about it. Many of the teenagers and college guys are because Jal was cool. Jal was rock. Jal was rock in our language, with our feel, though it was from pakistan. And now when I have passed school Jal still is cool. Jal still is rock and Jal still does rocks.

Music sometimes makes you weak, sometimes it gives you strength, sometimes it lets you vent your emotions and sometimes its just for fun, leisure. Jal does all that to you. You hear it in different ways, roaming with your friends, lying alone, lying with your friends in a ball of smoke. You hear it in and at different times when you are in love, when you fail in love when you are in not in love at all.

Aadat and lamhey have been the most famous tracks but there are other so beautiful tracks, that will leave you wanting for more...., If you are a rock lover then it is a must and if you are not still you should give it a try..

Top Jal recommendations from me:

Dil haare
Main mast hoon
Moray piya
Humein itna pyar
Panchi
Teri yaad
Bikhra hoon main
You can't leave the others too, can you?

Check out their official website: Click here to go to Jal's official website

कमीने.....

"क्या कर रा लोंडे?", दीवान ने आते हुए पूछा.

चर्बी खड़ा हुआ सुट्टे लगा रहा था. दीवान को देख कर चर्बी हंसा और एक और लम्बा कश लगाया.

"लेगा?"

"दे!"

दीवान ने सिगरेट को होठों से लगाया और एक लम्बा सुट्टा लगाया. धुआं उसकी नाक से निकला. उसने चर्बी को सिगरेट पकडाई और अपने हाथ मलने लगा.

"स्साले बड़ी ठण्ड हो री , तेरा मस्त  मामला है, इतनी चर्बी दे रखी ऊपर वाले ने कोई फरक ना पड़ना".

चर्बी ने दीवान को घूर के देखा. दीवान दांत फाड़ने लगा. उसको हँसते देख चर्बी को भी हंसी आ गयी. चर्बी का असली नाम प्रताप चौधरी था. दीवान का नाम राजिंदर चौहान था पर लोग उसे दीवान बुलाते थे क्योंकि उसके  पिताजी थाने में दीवान थे. चर्बी और दीवान की बहुत पटती थी. दोनों शाम को एक साथ घूमते और लड़कियां छेड़ते थे. दीवान के साथ रहना चर्बी के लिए बहुत फायदेमंद था, सुरक्षा की सुरक्षा और पुलिस वाले की औलाद के साथ रहने का रौब अलग. 

उन दोनों की जोड़ी की ख़ास बात ये थी की गाँव के चौहानों और चौधरियों में आज तक कभी नहीं बनी थी. ये पहली बार था जब चौहान और चौधरी, उस गाँव में दोस्त के रूप में लोगों को दिखे थे.

"क्या सोच रा?", दीवान ने चर्बी से पूछा.

"कुछ ना यार! बड़े दिनों से किसी पे हाथ साफ़ ना किये हाथ्थों में खुज्ले सी हो री.", चर्बी ने हाथ खुजलाते हुए कहा.

"सच कह रा तू, बड़े दिन हो गए", चल कुछ मौज लेवें". 

किसी बकरे की तलाश में वो गाँव की सडक पर घूमने लगे. दीवान ने चर्बी को ऊँगली से इशारा कर के दिखाया, सामने से एक साईकिल आ रही थी. पप्पू चौहान अपनी घरवाली को मेला दिखा के वापिस  लौट रहा था. चर्बी ने एक कुटिल मुस्कराहट के साथ दीवान को देखा.

पप्पू चौहान एक शरीफ और घरेलू आदमी का जीता जागता उदाहरण था. पिता की मौत के बाद घर की और बीमार माँ की जिम्मेदारी पप्पू के कन्धों पर आ गयी जिसकी वजह से वो घरेलू बन गया. अभी दो तीन महीने पहले ही उसकी शादी हुई थी जिसकी वजह से उसकी उबाऊ ज़िन्दगी में थोड़ी बहार आई थी. अब उसकी घरवाली उसकी माँ की देखभाल करती थी और वो घर की. पप्पू चौहान आराम से घरवाली को साईकिल पर आगे बिठा के हँसता बातें करता आ रहा था. उसे इस बात का अंदाज़ा तक नहीं था की उसकी हंसी कुछ ही देर में काफूर होने वाली थी. 

"और पप्पू क्या हाल हैं तेरे", दीवान ने रुकने का इशारा करते हुए पप्पू से पूछा.

"अच्छा हूँ दीवान भैया, घरवाली को को मेला दिखने गया था, बड़े दिनों से जिद कर रही थी."

"नमस्ते भाभी जी , केसी हो आप?", चर्बी ने घूरते हुए पप्पू की घरवाली से कहा.

भाभी जी ने घूंघट के अन्दर से सर हिलाते हुए नमस्ते की.

"पप्पू यार भाभी जी का मुखड़ा तो  दिखा दो हमें", दीवान ने पप्पू से कहा.

"क्यों नहीं  भैया कभी घर आओ, मुखड़ा भी देख लेना और चाय भी पी लेना", पप्पू ने मासूमियत से मुस्कुराते हुए कहा.

"नहीं नहीं बेटे मुखड़ा तो हम अभी और यही देखेंगे", कहते हुए चर्बी ने भाभी जी का घूंघट खींच लिया. घूंघट के अन्दर थी एक पंद्रह सोलह साल की एक लड़की जो अचानक हुए इस बर्ताव से सहम गयी थी.

"भैया यह तमीज नही है! ", पप्पू ने गुस्से से कहा.

"स्साले अब तू हमें तमीज सिखाएगा?", दीवान ने ये कहते हुए एक झन्नाटेदार चांटा पप्पू को दिया, पप्पू साईकिल और घरवाली के दोनों के साथ सड़क पर गिर पड़ा. 

"अब हम तुझे दिखायेंगे की तमीज क्या होती है", चर्बी ने पप्पू को घसीट कर साईकिल से अलग किया और पेट में लातें मारने लगा. 

"भाभी जी अब आप जाओ , आप की चाय हम किसी और दिन पीने आयेंगे", दीवान ने घटिया ढंग से मुस्कुराते हुए भाभी जी से कहा. भाभी जी तुरंत मदद की गुहार लगाते हुए गाँव के अन्दर भाग निकली.

अब चर्बी और दीवान दोनों पप्पू पर पिल पड़े थे. पप्पू मार खा कर अधमरा हो चुका था. तभी उन्हें गाड़ियों के आने की आवाज सुनाई दी. चौहानों की तरफ से गाड़ियाँ आ रही थी. 

गाड़ियाँ उनके पास आ कर रुक गयी. पहली गाडी में से कई लोग उतरे उनमे से एक महिपाल चौहान जो की अपने आप को चौहानों का मुखिया मानता था तैश में उतरा. वो उतर के चर्बी की तरफ झपटा. पीछे आती गाडिया भी भी रुक चुकी थी जिसमे से दुनाली और तमंचे लिए चौहान उतर रहे थे.

"स्साले, हरामी, तेरी ये मजाल जो चौहान पे हाथ उठागा तू", जोरदार चांटा रसीद करते हुए महिपाल ने चर्बी से कहा.

दीवान अब तक पीछे हट चुका था. 

" दीवान भी तो था मेरे साथ, चांटे से सुन्न हुए गाल को सहलाते हुए चर्बी बोला.

"स्साले ज्यादा बोल रा तू हैं, हैं, हैं", अपनी हैं हैं के साथ एकदम लय में महिपाल ने चर्बी को पेट में लातें रसीद की.

"ये ना जान रा की वो  चोहान है, चोहान चोहान पे हाथ उठा सके, और कोई ना.", महिपाल ने चर्बी को धुनते हुए कहा.

तभी सड़क की दूसरी तरफसे गाड़ियों की आवाजें आई. गाँव के चौधरियों तक भी घटना की खबर पहुँच चुकी थी.

गाड़ियाँ रुकी. हथियारबंद लोग उतरे. बंदूके तन गयी. सज्जन चौधरी उतरा और चर्बी की तरफ भगा.

"तुम्हारी हिम्मत कैसे हुई इस पर हाथ उठाने की?" सज्जन गुर्राया.

बात बढ़ी. गाली गलौच से होते हुए बात बंदूकों तक पहुँच गयी. गोलियां चली और फिर सब शांत हो गया.

थोड़ी देर बाद पुलिस आई और पांच शव पंचनामे के लिए भेज दिए. बारह लोग गिरफ्तार हो के थाने चले गए. 

पप्पू चौहान को अस्पताल भेज दिया गया जहाँ वो दो दिन बाद स्वर्ग सिधार गया.

पंद्रह दिन बाद दीवान खेत के पास खाट पर बैठा सिगरेट सुलगा रहा था. चर्बी दूसरी ओर से आया. 

"पिएगा?", दीवान ने चर्बी से पूछा.

"दे!", खाट के सामने खड़े चर्बी ने हाथ बढाया.

"मैंने बापू से कहा था तुझे जल्दी निकलवाने को पर बापू ने मना कर दिया, नहीं तो तुभी मेरे साथ ही हवालात से निकल जाता." दीवान ने चर्बी से कहा.

"कोई ना यार पर जादा दिक्कत हो गयी, दोनों और नुकसान हो गया", सिगरेट का कश लेते चर्बी ने कहा. 

"सही कह रा.", दीवान ने खेत की ओर देखते हुए कहा.

"इस बार ज्यादा ख्याल रखेंगे", चर्बी ने कहा और हंसा.

"हाहाहा, ये भी सही कह रा!", दीवान हाथ खुजाते हुए खाट से उठ खड़ा हुआ.

दोनों कमीने अपने नए शिकार को ढूँढने निकल पड़े.

The last smoke....

He was connected to loads of medical gadgets. His eyes were having deep dark circles. He was gasping even with an oxygen mask, counting his breaths lying on the hospital bed. He had lung cancer which had metastasized to different vital organs of his body, according to doctors his life was not more then one month or even less.

"How are you, bro?", he heard a familiar voice.

He opened his eyes slowly. Sharan was standing in front of him. 

"vasu, buddy, what happened to you", sharan asked with tears in his eyes.

Vasu saw sharan and smiled. They both were best friends in college. Both used to smoke every day. That was so cool back then. 

"see him",vasu thought, "he is as fit as a horse.", but now Vasu had no remorse. He had accepted the fact.

Sharan held his hand and sat for some time. They both were in silence. Vasu got an impulse of coughing. He signaled Sharan to pass him the tray. He coughed and spit blood in the tray. 

"why you?", sharan looked at vasu and asked with tears in his eyes.

Vasu smiled helplessly, a croaking sound was heard, may be he was trying to laugh.

Sharan could bear no more. He ran out. In the hospital compound, he lit his cigarette, took a deep puff and thought, "why him, why not me?".

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Vasu was standing there. 

"You bastard, again alone?", Vasu again tried to laugh but just a croaking was heard.

Tears fell from sharan's eyes. He lit a cigarette again, handed it to vasu and clutched him in a tight hug,. It was their last smoke together.

I gotta feeling 1..

Wow! Everything I believed till now proved to be wrong. Lots of things there are to be known till you feel you are correct but you can never be fully correct. Not until you gotta gun in your hand and that is never in my agenda :). Everyday I notice people with full blown defences, everyday I notice my defences. My personality was composed purely of defences until recently and then you get the insight. Nice time. So took a lot cracking up mine and i am still watching defences of others. Am I laughing? Still I don't have a gun so I ain't right.

My grandfather often says- "आत्मसम्बल और आत्मसम्मान व्यक्ति की सबसे बड़ी पूँजी है". So I was bankrupt until recently because I had lost both of these assets till I found them back. My grandfather is a great man and when I see him I see him doing the right thing always and he has never had a gun.

The homoeo Bug

Clicked on my study table...! At least this guy is using it..!