Indeed... What A Country We Are...

INDIA...
We can order a Pizza with extra cheese....
With a side dish,coke to be precise....
Yet we gulp down pani puri with a better ease....
And ,Nimbu pani, is by far the best we realise....
Indeed... What A Country We Are....

INDIA....
We can scream on with Linkin Park and hum along with Enrique....
Awe struck by them,we are a huge fan.....
Yet our favourites are Kishore kumar and KK.....
And we know the Musical Wizards as R.D.Burman And A.R.Rehman....
Indeed... What A Country We Are...

INDIA....
We can support NBA's Pheonix Suns....
Or a Premier League's Chelsea.....
Yet Cricket unites us all,from an Expert to a Dunce....
To give an opinion on how to break the Aussies winning spree....
Indeed... What A Country We Are...

INDIA.....
We can wear a low waist jeans or something faded....
With spooky hair-dos which really haunt....
Traditional wear gives us a sense of our privacy being evaded.....
Yet millions of pictures in them we flaunt......
Indeed... What A Country We Are...

INDIA....
We are termed as emotional fools....
Taking way too many things to heart....
But in emotional bonding we dont know no rules....
And its actually being empathetic,which is the best part....
Indeed....What a country we are.....

INDIA.....
We can ape the West and put on an accent....
And hesisitate to speak our language Vernacular...
We fail to understand that these are all God sent....
And think we sound peculiar......
Indeed... What A Country We Are.....

INDIA.....
We can sit on our couch and blame our politics....
But don't bother to go and Vote....
And name all the leaders as lunatics....
If they are,then we are the ones who promote....
Indeed... What A Country We Are...

INDIA....
People still wear seatbelts only at the sight of a policeman a little far off....
Jumping signals and going the wrong way......
Yet youngsters are rash on the road,they write off........
And cause accidents,they say....
Indeed... What A Country We Are...

INDIA....
Our National Anthem is our pride....
To depict the extinction of Religious differences....
And "Vande Mataram" our National Song.....
Shows how we are religiously patriotic.....
Feels great to be a part of this Wonderful nation....And...
Indeed ....What a country we are.......

A Smile.......

A smile……..

Millions of reasons to get it on….
And yet can be put up without any….
To show that things are all just fine….
And we can still make merry….

…………works wonders!!

A smile……..

To show things are not all over yet…
And achievement is not all that far away….
To assure that someone is always there throughout…
To say that its all about another conscious attempt….

…………works wonders!!
A smile……..

To pull out the long lasting pains…
To flush out deep dark sorrows…
To regain the lost happiness….
And wander back to routine…..

………….works wonders!!

A smile………

To convince to take up right things without any doubt….
To lift the morale on being down and out….
To assure that failure is not the end to things….
And to convey that the path chosen, though tough, is the perfect one….

………………works wonders….

A smile………

To scare away the fears….
To be immune to insecurities and inferiorities….
To accept the things the way they are without a frown…..
To brush away differences and grudges….
And make this World a better place to live on….

……………….works wonders….

So Many Things Fascinate Me....

From My friend's hair to a polar bear...
From Spacecrafts to mouse traps....
From Weird snakes to beautiful Snowflakes...
From odd stars to magnificent jars....
So Many Things Fascinate Me....

From Sachin's talk to Gilly's Walk...
From All my friends to Hairpin bends...
From Calvin and Hobbes to Soft Ear Lobes...
From Mathematics to awesome graphics...
So Many Things Fascinate Me....

From Optical Illusions to Awesome Alliterations...
From heavy rain to David Blaine....
From A gusty storm to Sachin's form....
From soccer matches to Gilly's catches...
So Many Things Fascinate Me....

From great music to a hilarious comic...
From an infant's eyes to the Russian spies....
From Bill Waterson to Rowan Atkinson...
From roller Coasters to sports posters....
So Many Things Fascinate Me....

Where Is Our Conscience....???

Why do we indulge in Calumny...
Why don't we understand, of life, Peace and love is the essence....
Why can't we accept a life of harmony....
Where is our conscience....???

Why have we become immune...
To the present scenario, which has turned outrageously flagitious...
Does our inner voice, lay somewhere, dead and strewn...
Where is our conscience....???

Why do we eliminate our competitor....
By erasing away their existence.....
Why has winning become so important, that we have become so bitter....
Where is our conscience....???

Where does our serenity disappear....
And where is our justifying lens....
Not being able to separate an angel's touch and a devil's spear....
Where is our conscience....???

With all the mishappenings...
Where is this World heading to in terms of existence....
Only insecure and dreaded future, to us, it brings....
Where is our conscience....???

Hum Aiseich Hain!!!

Hyderabad....What a City....so beautiful...so historic...such wonderful people around ...but the most beautiful thing about this Pearl city is its LANGUAGE!!!!
I've been in this awesome city since 1994...
14 years down and it's been great ..The places I went around...the food I ate...everything is so very amusing and I've enjoyed it to the core....
I must've been in class 5th or 6th when I started conversing with my friends in Hindi,the Hyderabadi way and as everything else I loved this one too....
So let's see...
Haan becomes Hau...
Nahin becomes Nakko...
Kyun becomes kaiku....
Tujhe becomes tereko...
Mujhe becomes mereko...
Kya kar rahe ho becomes kya karra....and so on....
The way I've picked it up and the way it's become involuntary is indeed very beautiful...

Though it sounds kinda strange and sometimes harsh as compared to the actual Hindi ,which is believed to be in Delhi but that's another notion because what Delhi has got is a Hindi with a mix of Punjabi and that's what their style reflects, it's no where even close to being rude....
Similarly It's our style of speaking the language...
it's Hindi with a hyderabadi touch and trust me all those people who speak it and speak it well ,love it more than anything else...

I bet no one else would have laughed like lunatics on watching The Angrez like we did....
Some of them might find the movie and our language a little derrogatory but that's another notion because they are not even close to being that...

So, I'm proud to have been injected with this awesome language and would like tell those people who donot understand or speak it, that they are missing on something so very good....and to those who criticize or bitch about it.....(In our very own style)
"Lite lo yaaron....Hum Aiseich Hain"...

Why Is There Something Called Anger....???

What is the reason for so much frustration…
Why does this negative aggression always seem to linger…
What is the need for so much agitation…
Why is there something called anger....???

Why do we over react
On the differences, why don’t we confer…
Why under circumstances do we overlook the fact…
Why is there something called anger....???

Why is there so much tension…
A negotiation why don’t we offer…
Why do we hesitate to make a confession…
Why is there something called anger....???

Why can’t people forgive and forget…
Of taking revenge, why do they consider...
What happiness, by this grudge, do they get…
Why is there something called anger....???