Zindagi ka agla Padav

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 kart 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 mera sir khane kaun mera peecha karega

jahaan 2000 ka hisaab nahin wahaan 2 rupay ke liye kaun ladega

kaun raat bhar saath jag kar padega

KAUN MERA lunch mujse pooche bina khayega

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

greenwood mein slice 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 ghazlon se pareshaan kaun hoga

kabhi muje kisi ladki se baat karte dekh hairaan kaun hoga

kaun kahega chadhe tere joke pe hansi nahin aai

kaun peeche se bula ke kahega..aage dekh bhai

carrom mein kiske saath kheloonga

kis ke saath boring lectures jheloonga

professors ke PJ par RAKSHAS ki tarah kaun hansega

“pugai mein haarne wale ki treat”..is chakkar mein ab kaun fansega

mere certificates ko raddi kehne ki himmat kaun karega

bina dare sachi raay dene ki himmat kaun karega

stage par ab kis ke saath jaoonga

juniors ko faltoo ke lectures kaise sunaonga

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 professor se kab lad payenge

kya hum ye fir kar payenge

raat ko 2 baje paranthe khane kaun jayega

3 gilaas lassi peene ki shart kaun lagayega

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

- Adapted

P.S - This is not my own but i felt to put it on my page.May be someone expressed what i wanted to say

90 Minutes

90 Minutes, tremendous title and tremendous expectation but you all gonna slang me hard and flesh because I tempted you to visit here and you visited this URL only to know that its yet another review. Albeit most of the review may have been out, and I know no one would be interested to read this. That’s the reason why I titled this post 90 minutes. But I am doing this for the sheer sake of taking out my frustration (that eventually exist even though a week has passed) and revenge on the Production House to produce/channelize a movie that I didn't really understand. Well I am going to write point by point. I learnt this habit from my AC who has this amazing habit of making things very clear and very precise. His each question is very clear with all supporting and highlighted well. That can be taken offline but for now Dhobi Ghat

A few of things I understood about this movie and few I didn't

•  I dint understand why this movie was titled Dhobi Ghat. Ironically the movie had only a couple of scenes centered on a Dhobi Ghat.
• The Duration of movie was 90 minutes and interestingly there was no interval. I get the fact, had there been an interval probably the screen attendance would have gone considerably low.
• The film was supposed to be a diary but it lacked the usual sense of diaries which are more of intuitive and synchronized; reference is made to basketball diaries and Australian diaries. Mumbai Diaries – huh I dint get the feel.
• It was a tough time to get the hang of things as the movie kept shifting from pillars to post every now and then. 
• Aamir Khan with grey hairs and artistic appeals appeared totally a buffoon.
• Some people termed it as a documentary. I totally disagree.
• No Music. Albeit music isn't expected in diaries but even the Background Score sucked.
• The End – I couldn't figure when it did end but I heard a sigh of relief in unison and I was sure it had ended.

The best part, the movie was only 90 minutes and Thank God My Company paid for tickets :-)

The sad part, an internal company event was total waste. We could have made a better use of the resources that were used.

Recommendations – Viewers Discretion is allowed. Watch it on your own risk. If you are one of those Pseudo Intellectual go ahead and I wouldn’t be surprised if you say –“What an awesome movie”

For the rest make better use of 90 minutes. There is a whole lot of better stuff you can do with your 90 minutes.

Bombay Beats

“This City is simply one of the best home one can ever have” I never took this comment with its full audacity because I never tried to. A more simpler approach would be, perhaps I never felt it vibes. For a while I have been frequently visiting Mumbai. Reasons – Plausibly I have a close set of friends who have been living in Mumbai for quite a long time. But honestly speaking it’s not about them totally but it’s about Mumbai. Very few city in India can leave a large demarcation of what is true and what is not. Mumbai is definitely among those. Mumbai isn't a city if my opinions were to be taken into account. It’s a conviction. It’s a feeling. It’s a vibration strong and intense.

It’s said there is a story somewhere sublimed in the by-lanes of Mumbai. Every time I have a look over there I could feel that strong inclination where every human is trying to make his story best heard. Probably every night he goes to bed, he profoundly believes in the complexity of his days’ turnover. The effort he makes to suffice the need to survive. But there are countless like him battling the war of his/her demeanor.

This city has a flavor of its own. At time this flavor tastes in real sweet and at times its so blunt it becomes even hard to get what it is like. This city pumps in the real adrenaline, the adrenaline to dream, the adrenaline to live dreams and the adrenaline to make dreams happens. Though several of them taste the dusts a few of them make to reality too. Every time I visit this place I feel the gush, the gush to survive, the gush to make things happen. That’s perhaps why I love this city.

It’s said there is nothing like Mumbai and now i know why I always wanted to second this thought.