Sunday, February 18, 2007

Got this funny mail. hope you have got that too ;)
Once in America a plane crashed, only a monkey who was travelling in the plane was left alive. Fortunately the monkey was intelligent enough to understand our language and reply in actions. The officials went to see the monkey in the hospital and had a talk with the monkey.

Officer: "When the plane took off what were the travellers doing?"
Monkey: "Tying their belts"
Officer: "What were the airhostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Saying Hello! Good morning!"
Officer: "What were the pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Checking the system"

Officer: "After 10' minutes what were the travelers doing?"
Monkey: "Having beverages and snacks"
Officer: "What were the airhostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Serving the travellers"
Officer: "What were the Pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Handling the steering"

Officer: "After 30 minutes what were the travelers doing?"
Monkey: "Some were sleeping and some were reading"
Officer: "What were the airhostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Make up"
Officer: "What were the pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Handling"
Officer: "What were you doing?"
Monkey: " Nothing"

Officer: "Just before plane crash what were the travellers doing?"
Monkey: "All were sleeping"
Officer: "What were the air hostesses doing?"
Monkey: "Kissing the pilots"
Officer: "What were the pilots doing?"
Monkey: "Responding"
Officer: "What were you doing?"
Monkey: "Handling the steering!!"

Saturday, February 17, 2007

There you go with one manuskript stroke.
I hope you'll understand this. If don't ask me :p
Pr. hope you'll definitely get this ;-)

जब कभी तेरी याद आती है
चांदनी में नहा के आती है।
भीग जाते हैं आँख में सपने
शब में शबनम बहा के आती है।

मेरी तनहाई के तसव्वुर में
तेरी तसवीर उभर आती है।
तू नहीं है तो तेरी याद सही
ज़िन्दगी कुछ तो संवर जाती है।

जब बहारों का ज़िक्र आता है
मेरे माज़ी की दास्तानों में
तब तेरे फूल से तबस्सुम का
रंग भरता है आसमानों में।

तू कहीं दूर उफ़क से चल कर
मेरे ख्यालों में उतर आती है।
मेरे वीरान बियाबानों में
प्यार बन कर के बिखर जाती है।

तू किसी पंखरी के दामन पर
ओस की तरह झिलमिलाती है।
मेरी रातों की हसरतें बन कर
तू सितारों में टिमटिमाती है।

वक्ते रुख़सत की बेबसी ऐसी
आँख से आरज़ू अयाँ न हुई।
दिल से आई थी बात होठों तक
बेज़ुबानी मगर ज़ुबां न हुई।

एक लमहे के दर्द को लेकर
कितनी सदियां उदास रहती हैं।
दूरियां जो कभी नहीं मिटतीं
मेरी मंज़िल के पास रहती हैं।

रात आई तो बेकली लेकर
सहर आई तो बेकरार आई।
चन्द उलझे हुये से अफ़साने
ज़िन्दगी और कुछ नहीं लाई।

चश्मे पुरनम बही, बही, न बही।
ज़िन्दगी है, रही, रही, न रही।
तुम तो कह दो जो तुमको कहना था
मेरा क्या है कही, कही, न कही।

ask me, ask me what you don't understand :P

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentines Day !

If distance makes the heart grow fonder,
then let it keep our hearts from wander.
Make me strong and build thyself,
fix thy faults and lift mine health.


Thy actions strange and not of old,
for what is meant may be foretold.
Look deeper to the fold of reason,
betwixt the mode that makes our treason.

Help me see what hurt I bear to thee,
for love and life with you I see.
Within thyself, an instrument of gold,
most dear to me, myself, you hold.
'Tis what you seek, and I of you.

Make this your heart and key to true
love and freedom from our woes of fear.
For you, my love, I hold most dear.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream

Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted

Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted

Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted