In Search of Divine

Jiska intezaar hai voh mera karaar hai, Unse hui hai dosti, unse hi hua pyaar hai. Saari hasi unhise hai, unhise hai saari khusi, Kho gaya hu aaj phir, chah raha khumaar hai.

Dillagi khaakh meri rang laati, Meri sehaaei mein rang tha hi nahi. Vaqt milne hummein kaise aata, Mere ghar ka toh pata tha hi nahi. Mere baare mein fikar koi na karna dilbar, Mujko tumse toh bhala koi gila tha hi nahi.

We compare on a regular bases. Our brain is hard wired to think relatively, so comparison is natural and an essential neuro-activity. I am not against comparison as it’s impossible to stop doing it completely, but rather I am making a case for us to be more conscious about this process and the pain involved when we don’t, willingly or unwillingly. To realize the dire importance of being conscious while activities related to comparisons are occurring in our brains, it requires a conscious comparison. So let’s just do some conscious comparisons together. Imagine there are two people and for the sake of it lets name them ‘Ram’ and ‘Shyam’. Ram was born in some remote village in India to a rice farmer. Its 1500’s so no schools and no electricity, so out goes all the electronic gadgets we so much adore. But anyways, imagine Ram turned 30 today with four of his boys farming along with him, aging 13, 11, 8, and 4. The little one is obviously just goofing around giving them a hard time.

Rang aakho mein, ragoh mein mehekti aag bharu, Dil ke kouno mein bithakar unse dou baat karu. Machalti zulf ko ungali se apni samjha kar, Khila hua hai joh cehra usse deedar karu. Pigal rahe hai dou jazbaat, badal raha hai safar, Kadam ki koshisho ko rouko, intezaar karu.

Nasha gar dou ghadi bhi ho, toh apna kaam kar jaye, Chala joh taan ke sina usse badnaam kar jaye. Bachakar joh rakhi hai sharam thoudi shokh se dil ne, Ejajat ho na ho saari sharam nilaam kar jaye.

Running and walking and crawling at times, I was secretly searching for a lost part of mine. These mountains and rivers have all cut my way, How could I fight almighty? I had not much to say. I had slow down for moments, For moments I cried Though never I gave up, with nature as guide. Wandering and drifting I have reached there at last, My heart is but pounding and beating so fast. I am feeling so different I am feeling so great, For whom I so waited I have met her by fate. There's not much I want now except for her smile, To grow with her older and live life worth while.

Zakhmo ka mere eshara bhi karta,  Toh niyat kya unki girti? shambhalti? Jaha phool koi khila hi nahi ho,   Voh banjar jameen kya khilti? savarti?

Har zakhm bhar gaya magar raahat nahi milti, Milne ko toh sab mil gaya magar chaahat nahi milti. Maine likhi hai khuch ghazal kya kya na milake, Uski likhi kitaab mein banavat nahi milti.

Nazar ko hosh nahi hai mere gunaah bhar ki, Koi kitaab nahi hai tere barabar ki. Voh chout dil ne mere labh se tere khayi hai, Zakhm ne chod di chaahat mere dava bhar ki.

Har dafa raasta milna kaha munaseef hai, Kadam ko phir bhi kisi aur  badhana houga!! Macha hai shor sabhi aur yu barbaadi ka, Udaas dil ko magar phir bhi hasana houga

Insight: Duality Hamare ghar pe jaane kyu,(1) Chale voh roz aate hai.(2) Ghadi bhar ko teherte hai,(3) Ghadi bhar muskuraate hai.(4) Koi rishta nahi yu toh, Koi pehchaan nahi milti, Purane zakhm bharte hai, Naye khuch chod jaate hai.(1)(2)(3)(4) Koi uljhi si dori ho, Toh koshish kar sulaj jaye, Unhe hum khud banate hai, Banakar phir mitate hai. (1)(2)(3)(4) Sulagti dhoop ka cehra, Chupa badal mein hai jaise, Kabhi voh bhool jaate hai, Kabhi voh yaad aate hai.(1)(2)(3)(4)

Tribute to Jagjit Singh: Teri awaaz ko sun-sunke likha karta hu, (1) Main tere naam se jag jeet liya karta hu. (2) Tere gaanoh ka asar mujpe bahaut haavi hai, Tu nahi hai toh phir bhi tujse mila karta hu. (1)(2) Koi aukaat nahi hai ab ke gaane vaaloh mein, Dabe afshosh se yeh baat jiya karta hu. (1)(2)

Tribute to Jaggit Singh Teri awaaz ko sun sunke likha karta hu, Main tere naam se jag jeet liya karta hu. Tere gaanoh ka asar mujpe bahaut haavi hai, Tu nahi hai toh phirbhi tujse mila karata hu. Koi aukaat nahi ab ke gaane vaaloh mein, Dabe afshosh se yeh baat jiya karta hu.

The modern society has increasingly subsided an ability to ask the right questions among its pupils. In fact, it’s one of the cornerstones of this 21 st century. With the overwhelming increase in population and technology, one of the most fundamental characteristics of been human is ignored and is decisively kept out of the picture from all sort of modern livelihoods. Almost everything we do, it has embedded a transactional structure within it, which is the epitome of our social greed and delusion. We live life as a series of transactions which is basically a measured give and take of things, feelings and or emotions. We are not a part of any universal process anymore, at least we think we don’t and so we are not concerned about the reality as it actually is since the reality that we have invented in our heads is keeping us quite busy. We have adopted an approach of living an individualistic life, thus converting everything we have surrounding us, like forests, rivers, the

Jalwo see husn bhar gaya, hai yaar ka mere, Dekho toh sahi rang kya, hai yaar ka mere Naadiyaan hai khuch, Khuch mere yaar mein ada, Thoudi si bekhudi hai, Bahaut pyar ka nasha, Dekho meri nigaah se,  roop yaar ka mere

Bhand aakho mein naya pyar liye phirta hu, Main mere yaar ki har baat liye phirta hu. Jaane kis mod pe unse nigaah lad jaye, Dil mein jazbaat ka toofan liye phirta hu.

Daras bina nahi chain sawariya Kaate kate na barie rein sawariya Mann mandir mein aas lagayi Soye nahi more nain sawariya

Tu na milta toh kya sama houta. 1 Main nahi jaanta main kya houta, 2 Phool houta ke gulistaan houta. 3, 2 Rooh es bheed mein tanha houti, Zakhm har haal mein haraa houta. 1232 Dillagi gunjati virane mein, Hum safar koi na mila houta. 1232 Dard se roz sikayat houti, Aks marham aur phir dava houta.1232

Antar mann se dekh tu, tu mera kya hoye? Jaag musafhir bhor bhaye, kyu mann mandir mein soye? Tuj bin jeena vyarth hai, aur muj bin jeena bhool, Sang jiye toh swarg yaha varna sab khuch dhool.

Paisoh ke es khel mein lagta nahi hai dil, Rou rou ke bas thak gaye khuch na hua haasil. Andha dhoondh raftaar hai, hosh nahi, na chain, Douno kadam ukta gaye, aur dur bahaut manjil.

Mili manjil meri mujko, Sukoon maano ajab sa hai, Khusi kehti hai rehnehde, Mujhe!! yeh ghar gajab sa hai. Khuli har navz bhara hai josh Rag rag mein adab sa hai

Tum humse dou baatein karo, Hum tumse dou baatein kare. Tum humse naadani karo, Hum tumse naadani kare. Tum apni mann maani karo, Hum apni mann maani kare. Tum tum raho, hum hum rahe, Tum khush raho, hum chup rahe.

Saras majani sundar komad, marmar vaat nibhavish hu, Ghar aagan ma tulsi ropi, Rozeh seesh jhukawish hu. Shukh dhukh na be paida upar, Jeevan ane mrutuyu no bhaar, Dinal saathe hasi rade ne, Banne bhar uthavish hu.

My yin she's so perfect, My yin she's so bright, I am yang and I am glad, That I found her so right!! My yin she completes me, My yin she makes me smile, We instantly came closer, And stayed there for a while!! We hugged and we giggled, We starred at blue skies, My yin grabbed me tightly, I got lost in her eyes.

Information Technology or IT was a trade mark of 20 th century. It’s worthwhile to ponder on it’s fascinating after effects and realize, what was it that made it as one of the most astonishing inventions of 20 th century, that we as humans should feel proud of. After all centuries from now, our future human race will talk about the invention of IT, just as we talk about invention of fire. So here is my formal bow to something I owe everything quite literary. Laws related to living beings for example governments, organizations i.e. laws related to any economic or social structures in general are pretty murky, resulting in various loop holes embedded within them, most of which I presumes are intentional and some of which are sure unintentional. Laws related to things and objects on the other hand, for example laws that fall within science and engineering domain, are very straight forward, are rational and fixed, reflecting their universal and timeless characteristics. When we a

Agar kal nahi houta mera dil deewana, Na koi ghazal likhta na koi fasaana. Meri aarzu thi main chahu unhe, Voh kal joh nahi milta, toh houta viraana. Khuda gar mujhe uska sahara na daita, Na koi safar houta na koi thikana.

There are hundreds of reason to not want to see, The truth is so ugly how else can it be. Like sheep herds we follow, undoubtedly blind, Ruthlessly grazing no wish to be kind. 

Tu darr nahi mere yaar, tujhe main pyar karta hu, Teri kamiyaa tere gham ko, main apne naam karta hu. Rahe tu khush sada, hasti rahe, na ho kabhi gham-geen Dua mein maangta hu yeh, tujhe main pyar karta hu.

Tujhe dekhne ki mujhe lat lagi hai, Joh paa lu tujhe toh kahi mar na jau. Tujhe chahane ko badan jal raha hai, Joh chumu tujhe toh kahi mar na jau. Jawaan aarzoo pe teri saltanat hai, Jawani pe teri kahi mar na jau.

Punjabi folk song Oh tenu rabse dua vich pawa, Nai tere bin jee lagda, meri soni. Je tu roe toh roeya main bhi, Je tu has toh haseya. Oh tenu jannat di seher karawa, Nai tere bin jee lagda, meri soni. Jag chinaya tenu gar mainu, Aur na milaya koi. Oh tenu dil vich apne chupawa, Nai tere bin jee lagda, meri soni.

Husn aur mehkhashi mein doob gaya, Zehen-ao-dil khawb se mehboob gaya. Pyaas dil ki voh phir bujhane ko, Milke voh rooh se kya khoob gaya. 

pain n pleasure Laboh pe chipka hua dil hai mera dhadkan bhi, Voh shakhs dost mera hai voh meri uljhan bhi. Usse na chum ke dekho rahu jinda kab tak, Voh mujhe maarta bhi hai voh daita jivan bhi.

Tum humare liye jindagi ho sanam, Tumse milne ko aakhein yeh betaab hai. Mujko tumse mili har khusi ki kasam, Tumko jannat dikhana mera khawb hai. Phool hi phool se main ghira hu magar, En mein heena nahi hai yeh bekaar hai.

Unko laike bahaut dur jaenge hum, Jindagi khoobsurat banaenge hum Unko paana yeh meri jururat nahi, Unko apni jarurat banaenge hum. Heer voh gar banenge hamare liye Khud ko majnu se behter banaenge hum.

dilemma of love Lafz khuch aise hai, sochu toh bhi ghabharata hu, Unse na kehdu, toh dihidil mein pachchata hu. Umr bhar khawb mein jinki hoki pooja humne, Unko phir houth, lagane se sharmata hu.

En dinoh tumse koi baatein nahi houti meri, Din toh houte hai mere, raatein nahi houti meri. Khubsurat hai sama mann mein ajab si aag hai, Ladkhadateh hai kadam baahein nahi houti teri. Tere ghar se joh gujurata rastaa voh mera hua, Majileh phir bhi hai dur, raahein nahi houti meri.

Words are illusive inherently. Hearing to words without context is such an ordinary act that it’s alarming.  Words are something that we humans have taken for granted from centuries. Words are nothing else but tools and just as one needs to learn how to use a tool similarly we all need to learn how to use words as well. Words are tools to commune and it’s exactly what we miss every time we open our mouth and or read some text. We haven’t learned how to commune through words at all. It’s like we are still at a very nascent stage when it’s comes to communing through words. Something similar to when a five years kid say that “I am done learning alphabets so I am a doctor of literature now,” its plain stupid and its implication are way too dangerous, try to foresee it by helping your imagination. Here, let me help you out by two exercises given below. Please be honest while performing these or else you might miss their impact. Exercise 1: Pay attention next time when you are

Chalo accha hua, douno ne, dil ki baat toh kehdi, Vagar na aashiqui houti, muhobat khaak rang laati. Pade rehteh hum apni uljhanoh mein khamakha yu hi, Na dil mein dillagi houti, na mann mein mehkashi houti.

great gatsby Kinaare pe tumhein dekha, toh apne hosh kho baitha, Main kaise ladh jagadhke sahilo se es aur aaya hu!! Mera dil todana hi tha, kiya phir mujse parda kyu? Main kitna khuch tumhare naam se sab chod aaya hu!!

Kitane zakhmoh ko utha kar tulsi aagan mein khili, Kisne mandir mein sajae, kiske aushadh mein mili. Teen mausam se jagadhke khud ko hai kayam kiya, Ab ghamoh ki kyu ho parvah kya! khusi ladhke mili. 

confusion of  the clouds It was raining with grace, So the river thanked the clouds, The clouds felt almighty, Made noises so loud!!! Few birds and my puppy said "We have had it enough!!" The clouds felt so sorry and said, "Why do you treat me so rough?" The trees intervened and said "Don't worry you are good!!" The clouds been confused shy "I would if I could!!" Then the Bugs started chirping, "Why are you doing this to us?" I was as usual observing and realized "Oh god I miss my bus!! Clouds saw me chasing, observing me curse, I ran with umbrella, a bag and ya purse!! We looked at each other, and tried to shake hands, Some gods and few angels said, "NO!! that stuff is ban!!"

Neend aai toh aaaoge tum aaj bhi, Phir hummein yu rulaaoge tum aaj bhi. Phir se cha/aegi hum/tum pe nadaaniyaan, Phool se muskuraoge tum aaj bhi. Main patang sa baha jaaunga dur tak, Dor meri shambhalouge tum aaj bhi. Husn khanjar aur aakhe dou talwar hai, Zakhm kitne lagaaaoge tum aaj bhi. Surkh houtoh pe likkhi thi milke joh baat, Kya mujhe phir sunaaoge tum aaj bhi. Aaj bhi kya chali jaaaogi chod ke, Mujko majanu banaoge tum aaj bhi

Kyu koi khat mere naam nahi chouda tumne? Ishq ka khel badi bujdili se khela tumne. Maine toh sach mein tumhein jindagi banaya tha, Jaane kya soch ke mujko hai di saja tumne. Meri har bhool pe kitni wajah ginati thi, Bewafai ki koi di nahi wajah tumne.

Muskile hai tamam aai mere ghar meri dagar, Chal rahi hu sar uthaae, mere ghar meri dagar. Main heena hu mere dam se raat dulhan phir bani, Din mujhe chahe jalaye, mere ghar meri dagar.

Sulah ho gayi hai, meri jindagi se, Khusi hai ke mann se nikalti nahi hai. Hasi thak gayi toh hasateh hai aasu, Jalan hai ke mann mein sulagti nahi hai.

Muskuraaegi haatoh mein haa! ek din, Rang laaegi meri heena ek din. Khil uththenge mere din usse chum kar, Houth mere sajaengi heena haa! ek din, Rang laaegi meri heena ek din. Khushbuo ki mehekti hui chandani, Surkh mausam banaaegi haa! ek din, Rang laaegi meri heena ek din.

Tumhe dekhu toh jaane kyu mera yeh dil ghabharata hai, Parae cheez ho tum dekhna tumko gunaah bhar hai. Tumhe sochu toh jaane kyu zehen mein jung houti hai, Sabhi khuch haar jaata hu tumhara dekhna bhar hai.

Tadap uthhi hai meri soch, tere baare mein, Safar mein baat chali hai joh, tere baare mein. Teri nazar, tera cehra, aur teri baahein, Khuch aur hosh nahi hai, tere b1aare mein. Karaar humse koi dosti nahi karta, Lagi hai dil mein haseen aag, tere baare mein. Main dillagi se roz milta hu ab yu khul ke, Dillagi mujse puchti hai, tere baare mein.

boredom of a city Voh hi sama hai, voh hi dost hai, voh hi baatein, Seher mein phool voh hi hai, hai voh hi kaatein. Gajab ki bheed hai lekin, naya sa khuch bhi nahi, Voh hi lougo ki hai uljhan, aur voh hi saugaatein. Badaltein mausamoh ki, ab bhi hai fitrat voh hi, Hai voh hi dhoop, aur ab toh voh hi barsaatein.

Zulf bikhari joh cehreh pe rohnak hui, Vakt qatil hua, saas baaghi hui. Muskuraane lage gul gulistaan mein, Hosh zakhmi hua, chout haavi hui. Chain kamjor tha, husn ke saamne Ishq rangeen hua, raat pyasi hui. Bhuj gaya har andhera, yu chali roshni, Surkh mausam hua, kam udaasi hui

Jindagi tujko banane ki humne koshish ki, Phook se aag bhujaane ki humne koshish ki. Kabse berang thi mere ghar ki diwaareh, Khoon se rang lagane ki humne koshish ki. Mere hisse mein koi phool kaha se aata, Phool ko bhool hi jaane ki humne koshish ki. Chup hai jazbaat, mera josh, meri khawaeshe, Enko na hosh mein laane ki humne koshish ki.

Sahi nahi, nahi galat, Mera yeh faisala, Aawargi gawah meri, Karta bhala main kya. Tune banae hai meri, yeh joh bhi tasveere, Voh meri hai par main nahi, Unmein hu main kahaan? Houti kaha hai dosti, safar mein yu sabhi se, Hu main bhi ek ajnabi, Meri kadar kahaan!!

Imagine a human being who is lost, who have no idea what life is all about, who  doesn't  know what is he good at, who is unsure about which job should he do, for his entire life especially. A human being who is pretending to know, about things that he actually  doesn't  know about, someone who is ignoring his ignorance, suppressing his inability, his un-foresightedness, his lack of understanding about himself and things surrounding him. Well can one imagine what’s real? The words ‘imagination’ and ‘reality’ are antonyms of each other  aren't  they? So why haven’t we accepted this reality, now this question needs some heavy imagination, LOL!! Anyways, let’s concentrate on “doing a job for an entire life” part. One must be really smart and entirely confident to choose a job and commit himself in doing it, his entire life  isn't?  Now, what percent of human race is smart and confident in choosing a job to stick to, for an entire life, see my point! Instea

Sahi nahi, nahi galat, Mera yeh faisalaa, Aawargi gawah meri, Karta main aur kya? Tune banae hai meri, Yeh joh bhi tasveereh, Voh meri hai par main nahi, Unmein hu main kahaan? Houti kaha hai dosti, Yu safar mein sabhi se, Hu main bhi ek ajnabi, Meri kadar kahaan!!!

Umr yeh sochke hasti hai kabhi gaati hai, Jindagi mujko manane bhi chali aati hai!! Mujse bhi pyar jatateh hai garajteh badal, Main bulata hu toh baarish bhi chali aati hai. Chand taare bhi chale aate hai mujse milne, Vakt ho saath toh kismat bhi chali aati hai.

Jindagi phool si meri houti Voh agar bagbaan mere houte!! Main bhi khushbu se mehekta houta Voh agar bagbaan mere houte!! Main bhi khilata kisi ke baalo mein kisike houth mujhe bhi chumte houte. Log mujko bhi gurrteh rehteh Main bhi logoh ko gurrta rehtaa.

Safar mein dost banana hummein aaya na abke bhi, Khusi se haath milaana hummein aaya na abke bhi. Gire the kal bhi ussi mod pe, nazareh milake yu!! Ke girke phir se shambhalna, hummein aaya na abke bhi. Kiya hai ishq, humne bhi banaya hai ek mehal, Mehal ko taj banana hummein aaya na abke bhi. Hu dostoh ke saath mandiroh mein ja raha magar, Khuda se bhik mangana hummein aaya na abke bhi.

Yeh jaruri toh nahi hai ke ishq sabko rulaye, Khuch aise log hai joh roune ki wajah jaante nahi. Yeh jaruri toh nahi hai ke pyar sabko manaye, Khuch aise log hai joh sachchaiyo mein maante nahi. Yeh jaruri toh nahi hai ke khushi sabko hasaye, Khuch aise log hai joh jivan ko safar maante nahi.

Khuch raaz humne juganuo ki aad mein likhe, varna toh chandani se hummein hai dillagi bahaut. Taaro se meri dosti vaise toh hai magar, Mujmein dabi aajkal hai bekhudi bahaut. Dekha hai unko jabse yeh dil hosh mein nahi, dhooba hu jabse pyar mein hai mehkashi bahaut.

Aksh dou chaar hi cehreh pe sajana es baar, khat mera soch samajke tum jalana es baar. Dillagi pe kare duniya mein yakeen dilwale, Pyar ke unkahe vaade ko nibhana es baar. Bujdili kaam na aaaegi aise har baar, Ishq ki jung mein talvaar liye aana es baar. Maine thukara diya hai khokhale rivaazoh ko, Tumbhi duniya ki sharam chod ke aana es baar.

Jindagi na milegi dobara / There is no second life / Life is to enjoy I always wonder is it a pity that most people just don’t scrutinize the facts or is it an excuse, an anesthesia that humans use to bare themselves from the utter pains of reality. A phrase like ‘Jindagi na milegi dobara’ for an example reflects so much of this mind numbness that I am talking about. An illusion that generation after generations endears. And it’s the universality of such an illusion that shocks to me my bone. “Life is to enjoy” is such a blatant lie if you think about it. Rationally I mean. If there is not even a single trace of me left once I die then, what difference would it make in having a count of how many places I have visited? Or what family, village, state, country I belong? What difference would it make in whether I was a president of United States or a prostitute in a brothel in Calcutta sold by my mother? It might hurt, breaking an illusion of such kind; I know that, but it’s

Sharaab ne jinhe thukara diya, voh jaye kidhar? Joh hosh mein hai voh madhosiyo ko paaye kidhar? Jinje kaza se lagta hai darr, voh jite hai, Joh maut se bhi ukta gaye, voh jaye kidhar? Dua mein haath utthe ek nahi jo laakho baar, Voh mandiro mein nahi rehta hai!! toh ab jaye kidhar?

Shukoon jara sa bhi mil jaye toh asar khaafi ho, Joh yaar mujko banaye voh yaar saaki ho. Karaar kisko mila hai yeh dil lagaane mein, Safar voh khubsurat ho joh ab bhi baaki ho.

Kalam ke aasu ko, kagaz hi, phir se poachegaa Khuch es tarah se, apne daag, phir se dhodaigaa. Kiya hai ishq kalam se toh rahe darr ab kya Kalam ki yaad mein yeh janamoh tak nahi soaegaa

Drifting aimlessly Safar mein aaj bhi koi mera nisaan na mila, Koi rasta koi manjil koi khudaa na mila. Ke mil rahe hai sabhi se yu hi milne ke liye, Vagar na kaunsa dil tha joh hummein viraan na mila. Gham ke bazaar se gujare toh, utthe laakho haath, Sukuun ki baat chali, toh ek hummein ensaan na mila.

Hum apne karobaar ko, lekar kaha chale? Har aur hi toh bheed hai, bolo kaha chale? Maana ke jindagi mili, main kaise khush rahu?, Gham jab hazaar saath mein, chahe jaha chale? Barsoh hue par aadmi, khud se mila nahi, Yeh khud-khusi ke saamne,  dekho kaha chale. Chal-neko,  paav haa mere! Chal toh rahe magar, Yeh kis disha mein aaj hum, haye!! Kaha chale? Koshish toh humne laakh ki, ke unsa pyaar ho, Loh voh bhi un mein mil gaye, ab hum kaha chale?

Bik gayi thi jaha vafa teri Main us gali mein yaad aaungaa. Yaad aaungaa dabi dhadkan mein, tej saso mein yaad aaungaa. Phool chunne ko jaha jaaogi, Shyam jab hougi toh yaad aaungaa. Bhool jaaogi hummein yeh munkin hai, bhool se hi sahi yaad aaungaa. Chat pe rouna tummhari fitrat hai, chat pe rouaogi toh yaad aaungaa. Rang layegi jab heena haatoh mein, gor se dekhougi toh yaad aaungaa.

Apne mein hi khush rehta hai voh paani ki tarah sheetal Sheetal. Rukta hai kabhi beh jaata hai paani ki tarah sheetal Sheetal. Pyasoh ko kabhi tadpaata hai nehlaataa kabhi Sheetal Sheetal Ghultaa hai kabhi mil jaata hai Har rang mein ranga Sheetal Sheetal.

The better the abuser you are, the higher the position you will be working in, in any organization. CEO’s, Board of Directors, Managers, Analyst’s, Team leaders etc. are all supposed to manage brains of humans working underneath them, thus are paid higher. Now the act of managing others and abusing others is so intertwined to one other that most people would just give up, rather then spent time, in figuring, this quite complex process out. But for the ones that do figure this out, paying higher seems to be a universal rule of law, to avoid any kind of resistance and keep the ball rolling. Managing brains is paid higher because one is responsible of using brains of his employee’s, or humans that are working beneath him, in accomplishing tasks per his choice, which obviously may not serve well in fulfilling his employee wishes or their growth all of the times, quite similar to a donkey being forced to do things which he naturally would resist if given a choice. A donkey never wishe

Baat unse na ki toh neend aayegi kya? Bhig gayi gar heena toh rang laayegi kya? Phool khilane pe baagoh mein khushboo na ho, Toh gungunati Kali muskuraayegi kya?

Lying in bed, holding so tight, I am filling her lungs, with my breath many times. Her lips kept on trembling, her heart is pounding fast, She cuddles like a baby, sucking nipple feeling blast. Her eyes tells that she's ready, For me to unwrapped her, And lick till it hurts me, Or work till its suite her. She is biting at places, there is blood on my skin, I am crying with pleasure, Inviting more sin. I thrust myself in and, she took every blow, We switch on few places, to stay with the flow. This bed is witnessing, The freaks we both are, The walls are all shouting, So no one hears us from far. The dawn is arriving, We have got stories to tell, We are dancing together, We kissed we rebel.

Unke ghesu mein uljha toh uljha hi raha, Tej dhadkan ko aakho se suljha hi raha, Unke labh ko yeh dil chahe phir chumana, Chumne jab laga toh chumata hi raha.

Magroor hai voh dil mera, hai jaanta magar, yeh khushnasibi hai meri, ke voh jaanta nahi. Thouda sa hai nashe mein bhi, voh be khudi mein dooba Hu main magar kyu hosh mein? voh jaanta nahi.

Those eyes of green They made me wish They made me smile I wish I do and if I do I stay for a while The way they move The way they touch my heart just stops and stare them with untamed desire ...........(godfather tune)

Chale aao mere dilbar ke hum tum ko bulaate hai, Jhuki aakhen thami dhadhkan ke hum tum ko bulaate hai. Jabhi milte ho tum toh dil mein mere josh rehta hai, Nigaahe baat karti hai zehen madhosh rehta hai, Chalo phir jindagi siche ke hum tumko bulaate hai. Hamare vaaste phooloh ne khushboo phir bikheri hai, Hawa ne geet gaya hai fiza ne taan chedi hai, Karo humse na ab parda ke hum tumko bulaate hai.

Who doesn't remember the famous dialog by aamir khan in dil chahata hai when he says: “Usne teri mardaangi ko lalkaara hai, kya kar raha hai yaar, Mard ban! Be a Man!” Well I am laughing just by remembering it right now. I mean it suite saif’s situation, in the movie but my blog is not about praising how awesome dil chahata hai was. But it’s rather about what does it actually means to be a ‘Man’ in this 21st century. Being a man myself, scientifically at least, I was trying to nail my curiosity against this question and what I figured out was so helpful to me personally that I thought of sharing it with my fellow inmates. Now, the reason I say inmates is because it’s a psychological cage, a built up jail that we men live in or rather incarcerated in while growing up. Living in a confine space, physically or psychologically, is not only harmful but also dangerous as we are all social animals. Freedom is something we all respect and are always consciously or unconsciously work

Tasveer teri dekhta hu,  baar baar mein, Girta hu phir shambhalta hu,  baar baar mein. Koshish karu ya na karu,  sab beasar lage, Madhhoshi mein, jee jee ke Maru, baar baar mein.

Writing with keyboard and painting with mouse The world is mutating with leaps and with bounce The net is becoming like a virtual god With billions of photos and millions of blogs We call it so proudly an information age With desktop and laptops becoming Wired cage

I am stupid, ignorant, and filthy sometimes, Sometimes I am angry, I am guilty sometimes. Does this make me human? Does this make me a man? Does this helps me do things, In ways that I can! Working eight hours, Paying out my bills, I am secretly dying, With few shocks, few chills. Eating survival, and breathing out pain, Endlessly drifting, in a bottomless drain. Can this all be over, Will I ever win, Will this last forever, Or is this just a dream. Can this all be over,  Will I ever win? How long I'd been counting, My flaws and my Sin!

Chunne ko mere vaaste, laakho ghazal khili, khuch sar Kalam hui mere, khuch khaak mein mili. khuch murjha rahi hai, Mera dhyan maangte, khuch muskura rahi hai magar, Chune pe mere Yu!

I am inundated with no thoughts  and my mind is going blank  this world is such a wonderful place When there is no ego left to shrank

Audit Time!! Every year mostly in or around first week of January, I sit on my bed and ski through the past year events. I audit myself. And I do it with utter honestly and immeasurable enthusiasm. I record the conclusions then and read them as and when I feel like reading it in coming year(s). I have done this since 2007 to be specific, as that was the year when I was added to Boston and subtracted from Mumbai. But I kind of regret why haven’t I done this since I was 10 or 12 years of age. In fact I truly believe that this should be taught in every school and encouraged by every parent. I wonder whether Sir Ken Robinson would agree. Auditing is essential. Every business knows this. It keeps things in balance and helps in commencing any future plans. Living a human life in 21st century is almost like running a business, cause they both deals with profits and losses, goals and planning, building and maintaining relationships, etc. I mean we all do this in some way or the other.