Everyday life - 1

     The boy was waiting eagerly for the conversation between his elder brother and his friends to finish up. His bhaiyya had a holiday today, so the boy was planning to ask his brother to come out with him and buy some comics for him. The boy loved reading comics. His brother was 10 years older than him. Recently, his brother had got a job too. When the friends left, the boy went to his brother. 

     "Bhaiyya, now that you have a job will you buy me some comics? Please?", the boy asked. His brother was intelligent and was loving and he had helped the boy with his study sometimes. 

     "Sure. Do you want to go now?", the brother replied.

     "Ya.", the boy replied enthusiastically.

     They decided to walk to the railway station as it was the nearest place where they could get comics. The brothers took the shortcut and went through the park instead of going all the way around it and then crossing the flyover. The boys reached the book store. 

     "Kaka, Chacha Chaudhary ani Super Commando Dhruv che comics ahet ka?", the boy asked the owner of the shop. The owner handed him over a bunch of comics. The boy took one of each character and said his brother that he want to buy those.

     "Don't you like to read Batman?", his brother asked as he knew his small brother's interests.

     "Ya, but they are pricey.", replied the boy.

     The brother smiled and said - "Don't worry. Your brother has a job now."

     So, the boy took one more comic book of batman. The boy was very happy to get his new comics. On their way back home, the boy asked - "Bhaiyya, should I ask you one thing?"

     "Ya."

     "You were complaining about having a lot of work in your job to your friend now. Yesterday, chacha was telling that his police department being bad. Even our neighbor - the shopkeeper kaka - was saying to dad that being a shopkeeper is hard these days as there was a lot of competition."

     "So?"

     "Everybody seems 'not-to-love' their jobs, I think." He used the words 'not-to-love' because he thought  the word 'hate' was too harsh and extreme.

     "The 3 idiots movie has really got into your head.", the brother reply playfully. Both of them laughed. "But he is right. This is the general tendency of people.", the brother told himself. He knew that even though his brother was thinking ahead of his age, he was a silent observer and an acute thinker. "How do I make him understand?", he thought.

     "Everybody has a lot of competition and they need to work hard to make their ends meet. That's the reason they complain.", he explained to his younger brother.

     "But if the job people do helps them make their daily living, shouldn't they stop complaining about it? I read a some lines on internet - 'If you want to be happy for an hour, take a nap.  

If you want to be happy for a day, go fishing.

If you want to be happy for a week, take a vacation.
If you want to be happy for a month, get married.
If you want to be happy for a year, win the lottery.

If you want to be happy for a lifetime, learn to love what you do.'" 

        "I felt them quite correct", the little boy said.

         After being left unanswered, the brother said the usual reply that every elder ones say - "You know, you need to grow up to understand this."  

     "Everybody needs to make some living.", said the older brother after a pause.

      They boy didn't understand what his brother said.

      After some thinking, he understood what his brother said. He thought -"I must get to do what I love"

     "Or may be I must I learn to love what I do." wondered the little boy.

         

The Fighter

I put on my boxers

I wear my shoes

I put on my gloves

I enter the arena

The cheers of the crowd

The excitement of fight

The adrenaline in my blood

The announcement of the opponent

I enter the ring

The coach says to focus

I put on my mouth guard

Here begins the round one

I punch a left, I punch a right

He blocks my left, he blocks my right

He punches a left, he punches a right

I block his left, I block his right

Finally a blow lands 

On my face

I taste the blood

And it tastes sweet

I spit the blood

I smile at him

The world goes in slow-motion

I feel life within

Then my blow lands

On his face

He spits the blood

He smiles at me

He's worthy of me

And I'm worthy of him

Mentally - He thanks me

And I thank him

For it is this excitement

That makes us live

It makes us fight

And gives a chance to improve

Who wins, who loses -who cares?

Success is not final, Failure is not fatal

All that matters

Is the spirit to continue the battle

Train Of Thoughts

This train of thoughts

Starts in the air

When no one’s around

To stand and stare

Why doesn’t this train stop?

Oh, but it feels so good to let it run

To let it fly and to see where it dares

Sometimes it’s an idea

Sometimes it’s a feeling

Sometimes it’s just a fantasy

And sometimes missing the people those were there

But why do I want to hide these thoughts?

Am I a fool? Or am I a nerd?

Or I am just being a “normal” introvert?

It doesn’t really matter -

“Who I am ?”

For it doesn’t matter

To those who care

But when someone comes and talks,

(Or maybe it’s because the time never stops)

This train comes to stop

And again when no one’s around

A new train starts..

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I wish that I could fly..

Oh, I wish to fly very far,

And I wish to fly very high

I wish to spread my wings,

And soar myself in the sky

A view from a bird’s eye,

I’ll devour every scene

The oceans so blue ,

And the forests lush green

Kissing my face,

Cool breeze will blow

Mocking the gravity

With air I’ll flow

I’ll feel the warmth

Of the golden rays of the sun

As it rises and sets

Across the horizon

But alas, I’m a human

The sorrow, the pain

I’m bound to go through

The tasks so mundane

I wish to fly away

From every human bane -

The trace of pollution

The politics insane

Oh, I wish to fly very high

Oh, I wish to fly very far

Soar myself in the sky

Never again to see any war..

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I will keep moving forward

Worries of life?

Oh, I’ll get through it

Tensions? Alright.

I’ll move through it

Oh, I know the situations of my life has put me down a bit

But, I’ll hang to the golden thread and I’ll get through it

There ain’t any mishap I can’t deal with

There ain’t no problem I can’t cope with

There ain’t any failure that I can’t sustain

I can stand it all, let them cometh

I’ve fallen on face, but I’ll stand again

And like a deeply rooted tree, I’ll face this rain

I believe in myself

I’ve this spark in me

I’ll break through this cage of misery

And set myself free

I’ll travel through the desert and I swim through the sea

I’ll climb the mountains, and one day I’ll be at the peak

Sometimes it's just good to part the ways

(Feelings of an introverted person who had his heart broken by someone special)

Always, I know, we’ve been very close

Sometimes it hurts to be too close

And sometimes we all need our own space

So, sometimes, it’s just good to part the ways

A shy, reserved person; ya, that is me

Not good with feelings; ya that is me

Words fumbling, always stumbling; ya that is me

But a person good at heart; ya that is me

You tease me, You yell at me, You break my heart, I won’t complain

I’ll just have a little less confidence and maybe some disdain

I can’t be the person you think, I’m sorry, I can’t have it all

I’m just a person with dreams, just a person walking tall

My heart aches, my chest pains

I feel numb as I tell you this,

Coz if I don’t, I’ll ever regret -

Maybe this is the day I wanna forget -

Farewell to the stranger who was so near

Wish you the best; so good-bye dear

With a heavy heart I need to go away

Cause I now need to part my way..

Zhop aali nahi..

This (slightly) humorous poem was created when I was desperately trying to get some sleep but couldn't fall asleep:


Bichanyat padlo ahe dole mitun mi,
Pan dokyat suru zhala nahi swapnancha VIDEO kahi..
Kay karu mi, mala zhopach yet nahi..

Lakshya gele khidki kade, baher aslelya chandanyan kade
Chandanya zhalya mojun, madhya ratra zhali,
ajun mala matra kahi zhop aaleli nahi..

Mag nazar firavli,
Pankhyawar ti geli,
Thodya wel baghat baslo,
Mag saali LIGHTach chaalli geli..

Vichar kela naukricha, college chya gelelya divsaancha..
Zhala vichar karun aata dokyat kahi nahi,
tarihi mala ajun zhop aaleli nahi..

Mhanalo mi swatahla -
"Premat tar padlo nahi?"
Mag nantar aathavla
"Arre chya, mala tar ajun 'tich' saapadli nahi"

Vichaar aala bhootancha,
Hanuman chalisa pan zhali,
Ajun mala maatra zhop aaleli nahi..

Gheun baslo MOBILE, suru keli kavita,
Arre aata TYPE karun tar majhi kavita pan zhali..
Ajun kahi mala maatra zhop aaleli nahi..

My 2nd Poem posted on by blog (Can't think of a title)

 Dedicated to all my friends who have a fickle mind (just like me)-
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 Na koi kami hai,
 Na kuch khaas hai.
 Fir bhi pata nahi
 ye dil kyu udaas hai..

 Aakhon me na nami hai
 Na chehre pe hasi hai
 Par mann me hai bechaini
 Ek ajab si pyaas hai..

 Nahi hai koi bimari
 Aur naa hi ye pyaar hai
 Humesha reheta hai saath mere
 Ye bas mera ehsaas hai..

 Ye to hai bas ek "State of mind"
 I need to get out of it
 But then I say to myself
 "Leave it. I'm just used to it"

 Why bother? Ye mann mera hamesha hi aise hota hai.
 Rooun to hasta hai, aur hasu mai to rota hai..

 Ye to mann ki 'tendency' hai aise hone ki
 Seedhi baat ko ulti tarah sochne ki..

 Its a part of me,
 I can't stop it from being like that
 I'll just sing a song, get along
 And just get back to my work like that..