Thursday, 24 March 2011

The mosquito's way!

The mosquito comes near my ear,
blows a trumpet and goes away.

I am feeling irritated and it's very hot too.
He comes again,I blurt 'what do you want to say?'

He blows a trumpet again, I try to hit him,
He escapes again clearly with a gentle sway.

My attention is diverted now, I wait for him,
'He will be dead', I think,'Even if it takes the whole day.'

I keep waiting and he comes again,
I slap hard and he becomes my prey.

Game was over, he was dead,
but did not know his memory was gonna stay.

very next day I vomited and got chills,
He gave his life but got his way.

Monday, 21 March 2011

The Locket - A love story...

"What's this crap??", Nakul asked raising an eyebrow.

"Don't call it crap, I got it for you and me, see it can split into two, one for me and one for you I even got two chains.", Richa said exhibiting an angry look.

It was a locket. A split-in-two locket. A golden heart breaking in two parts. Nakul never liked these kind of things, but couldn't say a thing because he knew that once Richa starts she will eventually end up as a dragon spitting fire and yet he loved her so much.

"Ok Ok! Gimme that!" He takes the Locket with the chain and wears it around his neck.


"Happy?", He asks with a sigh.

"Very Happy", Richa replies with a smile of victory.

Nakul was in the commerce section and Richa was in the science section of twelfth standard of Holy Flower  School. Nakul was really relieved at the fact that Richa was in another section otherwise she would've made his life a living hell. She was extremely possessive, possessive to a degree of violence. But he couldn't deny the fact that he can't live without Richa. Last time Richa went into a cat fight with Neeta just because Neeta sat besides Nakul. He got mad but couldn't say anything. It was more than just sitting besides him he guessed but what was it he could never know. Nakul was cool about Richa being friends with other boys but he would never expect Richa to be cool about him talking to other girls.




Transformation - the snake in my sleeve




















He made home in my sleeve.
I fed him whatever I ate.
I tried to make him happy.
I tried to make him content.
He survived the cold with warmth of my body.
My sleeve was the most comfortable place for him.
I thought he will never bite me,
But I was wrong.

He bit me and left me to bleed to death.
His poison circulated in whole of my body.
Now I am like him, only better.
I am toxic, lethal.
But toxic only to the poisonous,
That's the difference.
And I don't wear sleeves anymore.

Saturday, 12 March 2011

दीदी


मेरी दीदी बहुत प्यारी है. वो मुझे मम्मी से भी ज्यादा प्यार करती है. मम्मी जब ऑफिस में रहती है तो दीदी मुझे खाना खिलाती है और मेरा होमवर्क भी कराती है. मेरी दीदी मुझे हमेशा पापा की डांट से बचा लेती है पर मैं उसे कभी नहीं बचा पता. पापा हमेशा उसे डांटते रहते हैं. रात में जब मुझे अँधेरे में सू-सू जाने में डर लगता है तो मेरी दीदी मुझे सू-सू कराने ले जाती है. मेरी दीदी बहुत बहादुर है, उसे अँधेरे से भी डर नहीं लगता. रात में जब भी मुझे डर लगता है तो मेरी दीदी मुझे कसके अपने से चिपका लेती है, उसके बाद मुझे बिलकुल डर नहीं लगता. 

आज मैंने दीदी को एक लड़के के साथ बाईक पर आते देखा. दीदी बहुत खुश थी और हंस रही थी. मेरी दीदी हँसते हुए बहुत अच्छी लगती है. उस लड़के की बॉडी सलमान खान जैसी थी. मैं भी बड़ा हो कर उसके जैसी बॉडी बनाऊंगा और वैसी बाईक भी खरीदूंगा. जब दीदी घर आई तो मैंने दीदी से बोला की मुझे भी उस बाईक पर बैठना है, दीदी ने मुझे वादा किया है की वो मुझे उस बाईक पर बिठाएगी. उसने ये बात मम्मी पापा से बताने को मना किया है नहीं तो मम्मी पापा मुझे और उससे कभी बाइक पर नहीं बैठने देंगे, मैं ये बात मम्मी पापा से कभी नहीं बताऊंगा.

आजकल दीदी बहुत उदास रहती है. दोपहर में जब वो कॉलेज से आती है तो खाना भी नहीं खाती. मेरा भी खाने का मन नहीं करता पर वो मुझे जबरदस्ती खिलाती है और जबरदस्ती होमवर्क भी कराती है. दीदी आजकल अकेले में रोती है पर जब मैं जाता हूँ तो हंसने लगती है. रात में वो मुझे अपने से चिपका कर रोती रहती है, वो सोचती है कि मैं सो गया हूँ पर मैं नहीं सोता.

आज घर में बहुत भीड़ है. आज दीदी ने मुझे उठाया भी नहीं. दीदी बाहर वाले कमरे में जमीन पर लेटी है. मम्मी पता नहीं क्यों रो रही है. खूब सारे लोग बैठे हैं. लगता है दीदी कि तबियत ख़राब है. मुझे पता है कि दीदी तबियत ख़राब होने पर कौन सी दवा लेती है. मैं दवा ले के मम्मी के पास गया तो मम्मी और रोने लगी. मुझे कोई दीदी को दवाई नहीं देने दे रहा. मुझे रोना आ रहा है पर दीदी मुस्कुरा रही है, मेरी दीदी मुस्कुराते हुए बहुत अच्छी लगती है.....

The Mouse Trap....



The mouse was very happy coz he smelled the cheese,
He had to find it coz he got bored eating peas.
He sniffed everywhere and a mouse trap he sees,
He was so over-confident thought he could do it with ease.

He looks in and 'yum' he said,
It was a chunk of cheese with a piece of bread.
He goes inside, "clik,whack!"he just saved his head,
but the tail was still stuck, he thought "I''m dead".

"The peas were better", he thought in his mind.
He was dumbstruck with the pain in his hind.
He tried a lot to get away but the time was not so kind,
Then he saw the cat coming from behind.

"Please god help me", give me last chance,
He prayed in his heart well in advance.
The cat looked at him and held her stance,
"Dear little mousie it's time for romance".

Friday, 4 March 2011

A sense of humor.........

People used to tell me that I have a great sense of humor once. People do tell me this sometimes now also when I am in state of hypomania. Man had a tail once, and the appendix also used to function once to digest cellulose when we used to eat cellulose content like cows do. I had a sense of humor once and one of the greatest, it has become like an appendix not yet a tail though.

I think serious man. People still consider me funny. I am some serious fun for them I guess. Well its just my belief that I am something great something like Plato and Socrates, Its a fucking delusion. But those guys were also humans and had the same brains(morphologically, anatomically, physiologically, chemically and all that)inside their brain vault. Am I funny, am I? I mean It's just something like Travis Bickle from the Taxidriver, "you talkin to me?". I am funny? Oh yeah I am. I have the most serious sense of humor if you have got some bloody intellect. I mean if you haven't got enough brain cells in your brain, I aint funny and that's totally cool with me because I don't want to be funny.

Now since I am doing some serious homoeopathy in some serious college sense of humor is up in my arse. I have become a serious phiosopher reading homeopathic philosophy from H.A. Roberts, Stuart Close and great J.T. kent. Reading psycho analytical works of freud and busy coping up with some serious personal shit in my college. I mean when the study is up in your arse and you can't cope with it and atmosphere the sense of humor you tend to have ascends to your portal circulation from your arse and gives you shocks at unexpected times. You can't control it can you, who cares? and who wants to be called funny? That word is made for clowns.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

locating me in a maze and everywhere i've been...

Sometimes I feel that my mind is a kind of maze. I feel lost within myself. The one thing I have been desperately looking forward to is clarity of mind. I mean my life has not been that simple still one of my professors quoted me, "things are simple, don't make it complex." I agree to that.

Now after all these hardships I believe that I am attaining clarity of thinking process. Lots of knowledge can screw you, that kind of happened with me.

I behave differently at different times though that's common for a human but still I feel I should be more in control of myself. The association of different mes is important.

I changed various places. Nagina was beauty. Too many good memories and some very bad too. But thats what life is. I still remember my life in Nagina 'the handicraft city' it was very cool, I mean one of the coolest life I ever had.

Then in Ghazipur I was comfortable, at home but not under my own skin, I will say Ghazipur is my hometown and I love my hometown, I am comfortable in Ghazipur but its a little pressure over me at that place.

Meerut I mean is 'whateva'. I learnt to survive there. But it was one of the coolest times of my life.

Mangalore is kinda 'save my ass place' which is what I am doing in college. Lot's of rants but that later............

Competent Authority

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