Saturday, 29 October 2011

Thanks for hating me

How much can anybody hate a person?

I have been thinking this for 1 hour and the thoughts have stolen my sleep. The restlessness forced me to write down my views. My roomie is sleeping in a way I would imagine a bunny sleeping. Can I hate him? Isn’t it amazing that it’s hard to hate the person you like even though they may have the same qualities which are the prime reason for hating someone?

I hate a lot of people in my life. Most of them return this favor too. I want to be my true self so I even show these people that their presence are not welcomed in my life. Rarely anybody got this idea that it’s important for you that you are hated. It shows that you have got people who take interest in you. They would buy surely buy a ticket for your concert, let it be to find anything. They would talk behind your back. They would never let you go out of focus.

The best thing I love about some people is the way to hate. I really love their way to make a person believe that they are such good friends but would try their best to bring their life in the dungeons of hell. It needs such good acting skills with patience to tolerate that person. I would like to try their way for it would surely sharpen my brain with all that planning n plotting. It’s tough to be that way, trust me; I tried but always over burst.

I believe that hate is even stronger than love. If we leave aside the typical movie stories, I feel hate has always won over love. May it be heer-ranjha, laila-majnu, romeo-juliet or any famous character. They all became so famous just because someone’s hate won over their love. Even the famous characters “Raj-Simran” from Dilwale Dulhaniyan Le Jayenge are remembered because of the hate of Simran’s father for love marriage. We can easily hate the person we used to love but vice versa is an imaginary situation.

It’s necessary that you are hated. Being an average human you would always want to show them that you are better than them. You will be improving every day. Even hatred brings a lot of energy. Though it’s not good for health but can be used for some necessary situations. Hatred burns calory, a remark for people who wish to go to gym.

I feel lucky, I am not perfect and there are people who deeply hate me. I would love to tell them that you know and would have said it a hundred times that I am very egoistic. I dislike saying sorry but I rarely say thanx even to my friends. I don’t do such courtesy. So everyone who brings energy in my veins by hating me and allowing me to return the favour. Thanks for hating me, It’s an honour.

Friday, 21 October 2011


इंसान  हम  कहते  खुद  को , इंसानियत  पूजा  करते  हैं ,
भंवर  में  फंसे  लोगों  को  देख , आँखें  बंद  कर  चलते  हैं ,
गलतियाँ  खुद  कर  के  हम , देश  को  आगे  करते  हैं ,
फिर  गौरवांकित  होकर , इसको  पिछड़ा  कहते  हैं |

इंसानियत  के  चोले  में , हैवानियत  छुपाई  है ,
राक्षशों  से  बढ़कर , अपनी  शख्सियत  बनाई  है ,
लहू  के  रंग  का  आज , चढ़ा  ये  कैसा  भंग  है ,
कतरा  कतरा  चीख  रहा , कैसा  ये  प्रचंड  है |

धर्म  के  नाम  मारना  है , बिन  बात  मार  डालेंगे ,
लाशों  के  इस  ढेर  पे , आशियाँ  बनाई  है ,
खुदा  के  बन्दे  कहते  खुद  को , नमाज़  भी  न अदा  की ,
मंदिरों  में  जा  कर  उन्होंने , सिर्फ  घंटियाँ  बजायी  है |

आग  जो  लगानी  है  तो , सीने  में  जगाओ  तुम ,
लाशें  जो  बिछानी  है , देश  के  दुश्मनों  को  मारो  तुम ,
मरते  हैं  तो  रोज़  लोग , तुम  क्या  ख्याति  पाओगे ,
शान  से  जिओगे , और   शहीद  कहलाए  जाओगे |

Friday, 14 October 2011


A sweet poem for my dear friend Ankita. 

She is sweet, she is cute,
Posses the most wonderful smile,
She can make you fall in love,
With her unique funtoosh style…..

Lucky to have such a friend,
It’s a bad luck for her,
Hates to be called an angel,
So can’t even nickname her…..

She loves to hear good about her,
Hardly have I ever done,
Her qualities make me feel jealous,
I have not got even one…..

Don’t dare you flirt with her,
Her innocence is just a devise,
Her anger can remind you of,
Worst thunders of the sky…..

If you wanna get attention of her,
She loves 5-star with almonds,
Her heart is a mine of coal,
Filled inside with diamonds…..

Her trust is power of her,
She would die for a friend,
We love her, the way she is,
Love is, all we send…….

Thursday, 13 October 2011

I love my friends

Boasting about the circle of friends,
I felt lonely one day,
I knew it was just for a while,
But I got scared today….

My friends love me the way I am,
I don’t care what others say,
They say I am as hard to get,
Like a needle in a pile of hay….

They completely changed my mentality,
The changes were amazing to know,
They said it was my childishness,
Which earlier I considered to be my ego….

They never complained if I ignored them,
I was running for the filthy fame,
When the mistake was from their side,
I wish I could behave the same….

I thought I was the chosen one,
They let me live in dreams,
My attitude with anger were ignored,
My happiness was preferred it seems….

They knew I could hear the truth,
But lies were their major part,
God knows who told my deep dark secret,
That I was weak from the heart….

My friends are great and pure by heart,
They will forgive me without explanation,
I am not weak to say sorry to them,
May be its just my imagination….

Sitting in my room all alone now,
Names is all I could remember,
For in the rain of passing time,
I forgot to renew myself as a member….

Monday, 10 October 2011

I love u

“Rahul, I love her yaar. Help me, I cant say to her.”

This is what I get to hear often. Every week one of my friends would find their “true love”. Then the whole sentimental scenario begins until they find their next “true love”. This is common, in case of boys who are simple and good guys. God knows what makes them so scared just to say I LOVE YOU to a girl.

Today something was different. It was not any of those Mr. A but my dear friend Miss X.

In India, if you are a girl, you are sure to get atleast 1 proposal in your lifetime. Its easy for them for they rarely get an opportunity to propose a guy. This favour has turned into ego of these stupid girls. They think it to be against their self-respect to take the initiative of saying these three simple words. They will say a hell lot of meaningless things to guys but not I LOVE YOU.

The guy was unknown for me. I couldn’t help her much other than boosting her up. She was better than me at public speaking. She was not at all shy and had the capability of scaring a ghost. Wow, even she is scared of the three most romantic words.

“You know he loves me too.”
“Oh, he said that.”
“No, but the way he treats me, I feel so. He cares about my every little detail.”

You mustn’t let a girl continue the story until you are free for next hour.

“Then you must say it to him.”
“How can I say?”
“Call him. When he picks up the phone, say I LOVE YOU.”
“I am a girl yaar, he should propose first.”

I love to argue. Knowing that girls are better at this, I started. Half an hour later, I had given various examples and motivational speeches and she would always run in a circle and come to her favourite part that she is a girl. I lost it.

Two weeks later, her friend who studied in her class proposed her. She said no, and cried a lot wishing it had been her “Mr. Y”.

Three months have passed. 
Mr. Y still loves her but has not yet proposed. My friend has become the girlfriend of Mr. A. The guy proposed again and this time turned it into acceptance. My friend Miss. X is very happy with him but just wishes Mr. Y to know that he was her 1st love.