A picture is worth a thousand words !

Punjabiyaan Da Teshion !

One thing that I have always admired about Punjabis is their sense of humor.
No matter how much good or bad times they are going through, they always have a smile to share or a joke to crack.
Being in Punjabi heartland these days, I came across the following couplets in an Auto If you can understand it, I am sure you would know why when it come to Punjus, they love to laugh it off :)

Tu Tur gi ni England Kude
Etthe yaara de wajj ge band kude

Tu sochya c yaar tabahh ho gaye
Etthe Yaara de do viah ho gaye

Tu sochya c ae gallan majaak ne
Etthe yaara de 4 jawaak ne

Tinku, Chinku Minku te chhote da naa Zinki ae
Sunya teri v kudi da naa Pinky ae

Chal humsafar na sahi Kudam-Kudmani ban javange
Teri Pinki naal apna Zinki Viahwange

PS : I am not translating it …..It takes the charm away from the original lines. Catch hold of your Punju friend and ask him to explain it. I am sure you would get a heart full laugh and a big treat from him :)
BTW , I really liked this name Zinki . I am seriously considering naming someone from Sethi Sahib’s future generations as Zinki. For sure, it sounds more hep and present-day than Shoki, Bunty, Happy or Monty :)

CORRIGENDUM: Keeping in mind , the populist sentiments, given below is my hopless attempt at English Translation of the punjabi couplets above. Hope you are able to enjoy it.

You found a rich guy and left for England,
I was left alone beaten like a torn drum in a band.

You thought I would for sure end my life,
But instead, I found myself wedded to two wives.

You thought that this word love is a joke,
But instead, I produced 4 kids with my master strokes.

Tinku , Chinku, Minku and the youngest one is named Zinki,
I also hear even your daughter is named Pinki.

My Zinki should now marry your Pinki and this is what it would cause,
If not life partners, we would surely become "in-laws".

I AM BACK!!!

Hi Guys ,

Long Time … Yesssssss!!!. I am still alive …Yet to die from seeing a movie starring Tushar kappor in a double role and then face the horror of seeing another set of TKs gettting reincarted again post interval… :))

Well its just that life has been busy changing places …..left Chicago and came back to Swadesh.. A La SRK ….. Only Difference ….There is no Gayatri Joshi waiting for me to come and repair her Bijli ki motor on the hilltop

Well somethings never change …. Whether It’s the “my-mouth-is- wide open –please -spit-in here” acting style of Aftab Shifdasnai or a constant absence of the just the right women of some kind in Sethi Sahib’s life.

If you ever hear Shilpa Shetty singing Jawaani Ka Aalam Bada Bekhabar HaiDupatte Ka Palloo Kidhar Ka Kidhar Hai .. well then rember she is dedicating this song to Sethi Sahib’s last 5 nomadic years of oscilating from One city to another….. From Pune ki Chai Tapri to Chicago's Giardanos pizaa and now Chadigarh mein kake ka dhaba ……I have been running around the world like Mithun Chakrwarti searching for his Khoya hua Bhai across The world.

Lets see where life lands up from here :)

A new year , a new place , a new phase of life …..Just wanted to end this with Sethi Sahibs and Manjith’s Fvaorite Ghalibs Sher

"dekhiye paate haiN ushshaaq butoN se kya faiZ ik barhaman ne kaha hai ke yeh saal Accha hain"

For my friends with urdu mein tight haath here is the English translation.

"Lets see what all we get from our beloved this year .. One Brahmin has predicted that this year should be good ."

Amen !

Bhains ki Poonch !

Hi! Its been quiet a time since my last long post and the reason for delay was that, this post was supposed to be my 50th post ( yessss , please stand and give a big round of applause for this nut head ) and I was waiting for the right story, the right idea for celebrating the golden moments and come out all bright and shining as the female contestants on Sa Re Ga Ma Pa. No matter, whether they can sing or not but any damn idiot can see them flashing on the Television tubes from kms afar. I still don’t know where do they get those dhink chak chamkile dresses which make them look like Diwali time shrink wrapped Cadbury gift boxes.

Finally, I realized that you wait for perfect women , it never happens ,you wait for perfect work , it never happens , you wait for perfect boss , it never happens so why the hell should I repeat these mistakes for my post too. So here is Sethi Sahib once again trying to eat out your brains with another piece of loose talk from his wizened face.

Lot of things have happened in my life off late. I crossed 27 , India celebrated 60th independence, bought the costliest Vaio and only use I could figure out was chatting and reading times of India’s most read articles , the fire alarm outside my bedroom started ringing every morning with no signs of fire what so ever for paranormal reasons beyond my comprehension, SRK proved his point once again with chak de, and UPA, BJP and left fought over US nuke deal for a conclusion that everyone knows ,but the amazing part Is life is taking its own course as if totally unaffected by what is going on . Just like Tushar kapoor who acts in his own freaking way in movies like good boy bad boy irrespective of what is going around in the world.

Reflecting upon the last two years and these 50 something posts , I can just say each passing year adds up something in your life and subtracts something out of it, so that the sum of all parts remain constant. You make way for maturity, you let the innocence out. You kind of find peace with figuring out women, you let the fun of finding a dead end out, you got to know the nitty gritty of your work place, you let that creativity out. It’s like you see a Emran Hashmi movie and you let the will of buying a ticket again for his nonsensical movies out

I don’t know what would be there in my next 50 posts but one thing that I know for sure is that these would be another 50 hopeless attempts of a 27+ year old chap trying to figure out the world around him. :-)

PS : In movie Chak De India a dialogue goes like – “Mari bhains ki poonch marodne ka kya fayda” , a profound thought , but then I realized agar zinda bhains bhi hain to uski bhi ponch marod ke kya fayda hoga ..its anyways disgusting to touch a bhains ki poonch … lol … think about it and have a great weekend!

That's a man !!
No words for him.. Just bowed and speechless!

Love!

Movie: Desperado. Antonio Banderas as El Mariachi and Salma Hayek as Carolina.
Last Scene of the movie.

M: Carolina! ...... Did I thank you?
C: No.
M: I will.

Well that’s my Idea of a perfect romance, perfect love. The kind of romanticism I have always valued in my life.

A song starts in the background “Back to the house that love built” as El Mariachi walks away alone with his guitar case on a dusty road............................

Tez Dhaar !

My Kindda movie- well that was the pharse that jumped out of my outdated 16 MB sized mind when I finished off watching Musafir last night.

The first time I saw this movie three years ago, I was at prime of my youth, going after women and work with enthusiasm matched only by Behan maywati’s drive to wipe out Bhai mulayam singh & company after UP elections. Something that stuck my youthful imagination was the stylised knife that Sanjay dutta aka Billa carried. I searched for it in every possible nook and corners of Pune like people search for rahi sawant’s item number in the messed up Emran Hasmi’s movies but what can Sethi Sahib do when “Archies” and “Hall Marks” of the world are hell bent on losing out such a big business opprortunity by not having that swinging stylized chakus in their heart filled red and pink colored splashed shops. They are more happy keeping those dil wala red gubbaras that make me feel go there and vomit out my stomach after having two bade wala Gobi ka parnatahas from Paapu da dhaba on highway number 8.

Three years down the line and approaching 27 with whole world waiting eagerly for me to be rechristen as Sethi Uncle, I saw that movie again. And trust me it worked again in getting that youthful nonchalance back and cutting away the last 3 years of unlearning good things and picking up not so good ones, even though that happy high lasted for just couple of hours till the time I finally hit my bed at 2 am.

What makes this movie a must watch for me, amazing styling in every frame, cheek in mouth dialogues, to fuck with world attitude, no moral justification for the acts of the characters and off course foot tapping numbers and macho men and hot sizzling babes.

I laughed my heart out on Billas one liners , cant write them here considering the wide demographic profiles of my readers but after a long time something made me laugh out my ass, even more than when I normally crack up on hearing my favorite dialogue of hindi movies “mein tumhare bacche ki maa banne waali hoon”. There is something poetic in this line but Billas one liners were music.

Well so much about the movie, now a note on personal front. My hairs have grown real big. I know what u dirty minds were thinking lol. Since my last few weeknds, I have been busy touring length and breadth of US from east coast to west, Its been real long I had a time for decent haircut. Long hairs look good on hrithik and john but on me they are like wild meteors let loose in indefinite space, each following its own trajectory.

And to top it all I have never carried a comb in my pocket. Its one of those superstitions lour cricketers follow like wearing a pink chaadi , or the same torn down pads or laal rumaal on neck, before going out to field and so for me its never to keep a comb in my pocket. So by the time its noon my head is showing an exact replica of set from stven spilebergs sci fi movie where a planet has been bombed by meteoric shower.

I have absolutely no clue how to relate the two stories about my hairs and Billa and conclude this post. But who cares but I would leave with a small recommendation. Do listen to the song Sun Suniyo from the movie above. Its amazing !

Sky Diving from 15000 feets

Yes Thats, Sethi Sahib. I know some of you peverts might think that Sethi Sahib is being banged by an Amreeki Guy from back but what the hell , the truth is that I skydived from 15000 feets in Vegas and what an amazing experince it has been

30 Seconds of free fall and you feel like a bird flyin in the open skies.

Yes Let me boast about it , atleast i have something for my kids to show off :)

Viraniyaan

Ended up watching Namaste London …. Once again :)
Don’t know why I love this movie. Have seen it umpteen times and every time I see it , I still feel like watching it again.

May be its Katrina who looks absolutely beautiful yet mysterious, arrogant yet vulnerable , forceful yet silent, just like late nights which I have always find so enchanting. Take it from Sethi Sahib, she’s gonna be the next umero uno in case she continues like this. After very long time I find someone taking over Kajol from my list of only actress I have always admired.

Or may be its Akshay’s innocence and silent & letting go kind of love to woo back her girl. If after SRK , someone tops my list it has to be Akshay . Punjabi humour, verbosity and to hell with world attitude personified to the core

Or is It the dialogues which goes like “ पंजाबी में भी हूँ , इश्क़ की कद्र मैं भी करता हूँ, मगर इश्क़ में कोई शर्ते नहीं होती ”

And the best one which goes like

“ इश्क दी मित्रा पहचान कि ? ( pyar ki hain dost pechan kya?)
जदौन मिट जावे ज़िद अप्नोन दी " ( Jab mit jaye zid apnane ki?)

For helping non Punju readers of my blog

“How do you identify true love my friend?
Well you know its true love, when you know, you can let it go”

Seems like Sethi Sahib is on dope while writing this post at 2 o Clock in the night but I guess you go on a high if the only sound you hear well past midnight, when the whole world is asleep, is Himesh's nasal voice singing

Zindagi mein hain tum bin yeh Viraniyaan … yeh Viraniyaan …. yeh Virraniyaann

Adnan Sami : romantic, nostalgic, pain ,love , absolute favorite ,the only singer me and bade sethi sahib (my dad) always enjoy together in car.

Mann Saat Samundar Dol Gaya

Just finsihed watching Chameli.

Yessssss! sounds eccentric , sat night , when the whole of Chicago has gone clubbin ,the only thing this dumb head does at beautiful saturday night is to sit at home and watch a movie on Zee based on high class lookin whore, forcefully made to act like someone from Budhawr Peth in Pune and a Bengali guy Rahul Bose made to act like Punjabi stud and that too someone who is an investment consultant.

Now both these situations have deep inherent flaws, big architectural bugs that we geeks call them. First, despite over painting Kareena in all those whore colors she would always look like someone who would be first to screw some one up instead of someone else doing it to her and second, Rahul Bose despite all his acting prowess can never look and act like a Punjabi . Come on man Punjabis can never act restrained, they are born with a big diarrheic mouth.

And moreover , investment consulting can never be a Punju cup of tea. They are the first ones to burn their money off. And if you are consulting a Punju for managing your money, rest be assured after having a real good time having platefull of chicken tikkas and umpteen bottles of bears, you both would walk off with empty bank balances.

But this post is not about the chracterization Kareena and Rahul. In fact, I kinnda like that movie. Perfect movie to watch when u r all alone and have nothing else to do. The whole movie is based on one rainy night where an intellectual Punju guy ( a fallacy at first hand) accidentally meets a fair looking well fed whore on an emptied street ( a fallacy of even greater kind, I can bet all my 31 passing marks in advanced compilers, if u can show me someone well fed and good looking like her acting slutty and cheap on Indian streets).

But instead, this post is about something which made me relate to this movie apart from the other correlating facts like it was also raining outside here and I too was all alone, just like that guy in the movie. Well, I describe that below.

After various ups and down at the end of the story Rahul finally walks off with something that Chameli teaches him that night. Something that I feel made the movie worth watching for and something that I must share with you all. She says.

“Sahib life aisi hain , to aisi hi hain . Bas pyaar hona chaiye”

Think about it and have fun and I go and listen to this song

“Mann saat samundar dol gaya , tere pyaar mein yeh dil bol gaya, le teri ho gayee yaar , Sajna ve Sajna , Oh Sajna mere yaar , Sajna ve Sajna”

That road we walked!

Last night, I was present on that road again
Where we met and walked miles afar
Years before when it all begin

You wrapped in your orange dress,
Those big black eyes, looking at me
And that first drizzle of monsoon rain

As always, I was a step behind
Your hurried steps, mesmerized me
As we crossed our usual lanes

My mindless banter ,your smiling face
The rickety fountain at the roundabout
Stood tall, flowing, just as same.

We reach the same crossroad near the bridge.
As you part once more today
Alone I think ,Shall we ever meet again?

Jab Luv Hua, Ka Gajab Hua!

Another V day of Sethi Sahib’s life. 26th to be precise.

I have already wished three guys a very happy Valentines Day and have been wished back by two.

Yes!! You are right! I am talking about guys here and even among them; one of the folks is yet to wish me back. Things are going down every year J

And like all the previous years of my life, I hope May this would be the Nadir of all V days of my life before I could reemerge like a phoenix from Ashes next year. But trust me its getting worse over the years.

Quoting frm Ghalib Sahib
“ Hazarron Khwaishein Aisi ki har khawaish pe dam nikle
Bahut nikle mere armaan magar phir bhi kam niklei”

And for those of you whose understanding of Urdu is like Lalu Prasd Yadav’s ability to do a hip shaking Salsa , just forget about it because what I wish to convey through the couplet above is a simple fact that I have been screwed up royally without fail on this day for past many years.

So today I just sit around and indulge myself in a task which is a favorite pass time and one of the very few sources of entertainment in rather dull office lives of IT techies.

It’s called a DP meet or the Defect Prevention Meeting. I don’t know who invented it but trust me when I say it’s a piece of sheer fun. To be precise. sometime in the week when all the women less , dumb wits geeks in office have nothing else to do, specially on occasions like V- Days, they all huddle together in a room and talk about all the defects they purposefully or non purposefully injected in the project and the prevention of them in future. Well the prevention never happens and defects never cease but we do come out with a date for new DP meet.

So let me analyze in this meet all the past V- Days of my life and where all the defects were injected.

Well I came to know about this big day in standard 9th. Yes you are once again right. I am a retarded and rather late starter kind of guy and I am the one whom Darwin’s refers in his famous book “The origin of species” as the species who loose out in the race of selection of fittest because of slow growth as compared to others.

Today my friends four year old nephew goes to his kindergarten class with a rose for her Valentine on 14th and making me feel like an idiot who uses all the three life lines on very first question of KBC and still gives the incorrect answer.

Any ways, going back to standard 9th once again. It was a school picnic and everyone was huddled in a bus and taken to a theme park “Fun and Food Village” located in the Outskirts of Delhi on the same dreaded day. February the 14th

Now after I have had with my Chicken Briyanis and making double visits on all possible rides present there and justifying my “value for money” Punjabi instincts I finally decided to join the rest of the guys from class on the dance floor in the remaining last 10 minutes before we head back. I thought after 3 plates of Chicaken Biryaanis and two scoops of Butterscotch ice creams it would be a digestive idea to shake a leg,

But when I reached the stage I was shocked to see everything turned pink and red around me. The Ninth standard history lecture last week told me Red was the color of communist and I was pondering what the fuck made communist danced with red roses in their hands in front of blood red heart shaped balloons.

I thought may be its some new form of communists protest so instead of the sickle and hammer as their political symbols they have shifted to heart and roses.

I had the same expression of clueless ness which John Abraham carries in all his movies, a gawking look, an open mouth and face which can only say- what the hell am I supposed to do in this scene.

I asked one of my friends who seems to be enjoying his company with communist as what the hell was going on. What are these guys and girls freaking about. And he looked at me as if I have just asked him as if Maalika Sherawat and Raakhi Sawant are starring in the next remake of Jai Santoshi Ma as the leading ladies.

But the Einstein inspired geek inside me was determined to know about it. Einstein said “There are no stupid questions, there are only stupid people” and so I was determined to know what these stupid communists were up to. My questioning determination was only matched by Himesh Reshamiyaas determination to sing, no matter what part of the body the voice comes from.

Next 60 minutes back home were spent in taking gyan about this big day and how to get color blind by pink and red colors on this maha auspicious day.

Well with all kinds of right Gayn stuffed in my thick mind, I was eagerly looking forward for this day, next year but then next year I discovered that there is a monster known as Board exams that awakes from his sleep and enters in the life of the weakest species like me in the Darwins book during class 10th. And we, the weakest link in human genomics have nothing else but a dreaded fear about them which makes us unworthy of performing any other tasks during those days. So the V day in class Xth was sacrificed as my ode to the preboard Sanskrit exam. I didn’t even realized when the colors became red and pink as the only red color I saw were on the multiple crosses on my Sanskrit answer sheets which made even the History teacher doubt of my Indian origins.

But life was never the same after that, once I got past Sanskrit, the flood never stopped.
Sometimes it was Physics and sometimes Chemistry. College years were spent in constant fear of Real analysis, Compiler designs and advanced data structures.

It was like mans entire knowledge accumulated over the years was discovered and penned down in books and subjects just so that I may never get to know the significance and feel of this mysterious day

It has been four years after my college now. I have worked decently hard and achieved that dream of working with computers. The kind of dreams that you write in your 3rd class Hindi essays, “mein bada ban ke doctor banoonga”. But I really suggest that a student should also be made to write essays like “Khushiyon ka Tyohaar -Valentines Day” so that nerdy geeks like me who have survived only on bookish gyaan can make those essays come true as well.

It is another V day in THE land of THE Amreeka where it was supposed to have all begin .Everything is red and pink again. Communists are partying. I have an Amareeki friend this time around and I ask him once again, what the fuck is this all about. He bursts out laughing as a direct consequence of my serious face and this weird question.

And I remember Einstein once again
There are no stupid questions, only stupid people

Happy Valentines Day!!

Nuggets of Wisdom

If my coming generations ever discovered that one of their ancestor had this weird blog, this would be my very serious two piece of advice for a successful and peaceful life ahead!!

Before you finish off with your graduation, make sure that you are done with the following two tasks in your life.

1) Find a Girl who would be your life partner.
2) Clear CAT

Because once you are outta college its really tough to get any one of them.
Afterwards Its either a work around or Gods Grace that may or may not happen :)

LOL
PS: The above mission statements are results of many hours of discussions and debates with some of my very close friends despite thier busy schedules. Thanks for your inputs guys :)

Lage Raho MunnaBhai !

Today’s news paper gives me something to feel really happy about

India won the final cricket match and clinched the series against windies– The top order was in its vintage form. Dada, Dravid, Sachin , dhoni finally gave a long overdue reason for cynics like me to watch cricket once again. Once again Gods were back on the pitch and we devotes were all in trance . Bend and bowed in sheer obedience. Big score of 341 – Thats what India is known for. One thing Amreeka has made me learn is to think big, want big and do big.

If thats not enough, adding brownies to the icecream was Tatas winning the Corus deal. I guess I am witnessing something amazing to tell to my grand kids. After laxmi mittal in 2006 , its Tatas in 2007. May be All the the skyscrapers in the world would soon have "Made by Desis" steel plastered all over them to keep them standing. If Laxmi had hit the boundary , Tatas came with a lofty six straight over the covers.

Russia wants India, Bush wants Indians and Brits want Shilpa Shetty in their house. The only ones who can screw up now wd be likes of Arjun Singh.
To hell with Arjuns , I raise a toast after a long time for all of us !!!

Lage Raho India Lage Raho !!!

Aaj Ki Raat
Song in the Background: “Aaj Ki Raat” from “Don” being played softly and continuously for nth time in my ear phones
Time: 7 AM CST
Location 19th Floor Chicago IL, Near Empty office Building
Weather; Snow fall outside
Mood: Philosophical
Activity: Planning to write something after browsing through some of the excellent blogs on web since the last two hours.

Much delayed winters have finally set in. Once again started snowing heavily here and now it assures you that you are actually staying in Chicago and not strolling on the sunny beaches of Florida.

This also indicates that my time of the year is back when I am usually exhausted with all the girls I had last year in my life, almost exhausted with all the professional tasks carried over form last year and almost exhausted of any new stories to pen down. Its like the year ending task they do in Banks after the end of every fincaical year.

Sometimes I feel why I can’t have same girl and same work in my life for more than a year.
I guess someone has set this threshold limit for all my bosses and babes that after seeing the initial potential, they take usually around a year to figure out that this chap was not what they had expected of him.

My parents had some real bad nights when I told them about this Self-discovered -God imposed-threshold in my life.

They plan to get their good for nothing “Waise ladke mein koi kahraabi nahin hain” types son happily wedded this year and now they wonder if their Right-from-the-K-serial-type-always- dressed-in-Heavy- silk-loaded-with-entire-collection of jewels-from- Natural museum of arts and history – despite-the-time-and-weather-would-be-daughter in law has the potential to take this screwed up dumb head beyond the first year or not.

So what I usually do during this stage of hibernation sans any babes and bosses? I start reading like a hippy let loose in search of some secret nirvanic gyan in foot hills of Himalayas just like Tushaar KKKKapoor on a mission to find out what it takes to give at least one sensible hit film this year.

Consequently , since last one month despite the displeasure of Mr. Chidambaram I have already spent the precious foreign exchange buying four expensive but all time classic books and has already ordered four new ones which I am told are just on their way this week from Amazon.

Also during this time I browse through countless blogs as if they are the next best place where I would find the solution to complex problems like what the hell made Mr Chidambaram jumped in defence of Shilpa Shetty despite other grave economic issues facing India or what is the thinking mechanism behind Arjun Singhs mot-visible-to-me-mind.

And if you were wondering why I have shared this long and nonsensical-not-required information like number of articles published in Times of India on Aish–Abhishek wedding. Then the only reason I could find is that sometimes u just need to get it out despite knowing that its of no potential use to any one on this planet.

Very similar to the fact that you go to John Abraham Movies fully knowing the minuscule amount of real acting you would finally get to see by him. But you still Just go, and so I still just write.

But this heavy duty reading really makes me think that so much is happening/ has happened in the world around us and still we practically make ourselves unaware off about it and we Just idle away trying to figure out if Shilpa Shetty would stay in big brothers house or not or what colored chappal Abhsishek would be wearing on his wedding.

The more I read, the more I figure out that there are so many stories , so may emotions of love hatred jealousy, anger,generousity, forgiveness, success, failure , so many Rajs so many Simrans , experiencing them , in their own way at different places , different contexts and yet finding themselves to be different from one another.

Each life I get to know through books/blogs/web is so much different yet so much similar. If we can gauge the intensity of emotions using some physical instrument then I am sure the intensity and feeling of the particular emotion would be very much similar in two individuals but would differ only the scale of events leading up to them.

Just like Feeling of frustration experienced by Sehwag of not being able to hit the ball right for a long time should be similar to the feeling experienced by me as a School kid of not being able to understand the complexities of differential equations despite having tried my best at it.

So if everyone is experiencing the same emotions, same feelings, just differing on the scale of event then again comes the perennial question “what’s the purpose of being we dudes being here”

Well the answer according to me is that we are here just to here to experience those events and emotions. Nothing less, nothing more.

Movie matrix puts it beautifully
“We are not here to make choices; we are only here to know why we made those choices”

I guess time to stop here. Women less existence is taking heavy toll on my mind.

But you do think over these thoughts ,( if you have managed to be with me till here) and Iwil now go and see if Shilpa Shetty is staying in the Big brothers house or not. :)

Song in the Background: “Aaj Ki Raat” from “Don” being played softly and continuously for nth time in my ear phones
Time: 9 AM CST
Location 19th Floor Chicago IL , Near filled up office Building
Weather; Snow fall stopped outside
Mood: Humorous/happy/cursing (blend of all three)
Activity: Laughing at the stuff I have just written, feeling happy about Shilpa Shetty staying in the house and cursing the production server that has just crashed and brings me back to the real world.

Happy New Year 2007
One of the Best Hindi Poets of our times that I have come across.
To know why and what really touched many fellow bloggers like me, do check out the video below.
Amazing rendition and stage presence. Simply hats off to to Dr Kumar Vishwas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2UGxC3k3z4


कोई दीवाना कहता है, कोई पागल समझता है ।
मगर धरती की बेचैनी को, बस बादल समझता है ।
मैं तुझसे दूर कैसा हूं, तू मुझसे दूर कैसी है ।
ये तेरा दिल समझता है, या मेरा दिल समझता है ।

मोहब्बत एक अहसासों के, पवन सी कहानी है ।
कभी कबिरा दीवाना था, कभी मीरा दीवानी है ।
यहाँ सब लोग कहते हैं मेरी आँखों में आँसूं हैं ।
जो तू समझे तो मोती हैं, जो ना समझे तो पानी हैं ।

समंदर पीर का अन्दर है, लेकिन रो नही सकता ।
ये आँसूं प्यार मोती हैं, इनको खो नही सकता ।
मेरी चाहत को तू दुल्हन बना लेना, मगर सुन ले ।
जो मेरा हो नही पाया, वो तेरा हो नही सकता ।

भ्रमर कोई कुमुदिनी पर मचल बैठा तो हंगामा ।
हमारे दिल में कोई ख्वाब पल बैठा तो हंगामा
अभी तक डूब कर सुनते थे सब किस्सा मोहब्बत का ।
मैं किस्से को हकीकत में बदल बैठा तो हंगामा ।

~By - Dr. Kumar Vishwas @ Moksha "College festival of NSIT".