Blur...

What do you do when each day you realize you are going mad, when every passing second you feel will blow you off – when each passing second you feel you`ve hung all along and a gust would tear you apart and rip out scathed soul.

The muffled moan..the silent cry.. The thoughts of sea and the dying sigh Every second breath You wonder why. You cry you sigh Losing the ideals high The worlds blown over Eyes are dry A soul-less man A fire-less eye The starless sky

Incomplete

Hdk

Now

As the seizure ends and u r back on ground ..
U wonder wat u lost and u wonder wats around..

Ever wondered d healers injure too..
Ever wondered d cloud thunder too ..would destroy wat u had..the sane mind and d dreamers road ahead...

The sleep which makes d dream would suddenly wake up and bac u are picking on d ruins of a dreams which u thot was a life..

This was to b d swan song.. But there's more to me..

-Hdk


Dying all the time lose ur dreams and u will lose ur mind. - A.Roy

winter thots

It would be nice if u have someone to cuddle up to.. To smell her morning hair as sunlight brushes her face and then she looks at u and winks and u love d playful gaze.. A child's hidden in her..somewhere down d maze..her smell enthralls me as autumn..like d green autumn day.. U hear her laughing out ..running down d pines..and then it's heaven right there..right in front of sight.. Her eyes tell u all this and wiser u are..as this day passes ..

Hdk

Still life

The air
The leaf
The brain

The bird song too is brazen..

While d numbness spreads..
Beyond d thots.. into heads..

While I try to speak..
All words too meek...

d heart beat..
stops ..
takes a seat..

Nothing moves...
Not d horses nor their hooves..

The clock ticks..
The same second.
Repeats

It's a paused moment..

look around..
The sky..d ground..

Nothing changes..
Still life arranges..

U blink
It repeats
The air
The leaf
The brain

Keeps freezing.

Hdk

Let me

Let me take away this one last day...

Let me try and recreate d spring day...

Let there b no regrets my love..

Let me try n bring back my lost love...

Let me not cry this one day...

Let me sing for u and make dis a good day..

Let me see u sparkle ..

in d sun..

let me hold ur hand

while v r on d run...

Let me rip apart all dat i hate..

Let me just.rightfully make my claim..

Let me show d world i can b happy too...

Let me show u..u can b happy too..

Let me unwind from all d messy weeds..

Let me fly and show d world my deeds..

Let me love u ..b u and show u all d right..let me clean all d dust from d night...

Let me n u try and live one day..like people in love who cry for one another each day...

Let me break apart all d silly boundaries..

let me show u .. 

How much

i truly care.. 

Without u 

i cant b truly there...

Let show u how wat u say matters too..

Let me show u we can clean d blur...

Let me teach u how to hope..

Let me tell u how this will never stop...of how i cry each time u shut d shop..

HDK

Contrast

It is d winters cold...

On a cloudy night...

...a man alone ..

... Theres no one in sight..

He walks around..

In d moon light

Theres a shadow behind..

Just walkin tight..

Crawling around...

Converging inside...

It wants to b ...

Bac in plain sight

The man so sure...

Walked unbind..

Wind blowing...leaves rustling..

The savage weather ..so unkind...

The greens r white.. 

It would b a snowy night...

He walked on 

unruffled.. 

unharmed..

The wind blew hard ...

It froze his feet...

He smiled and moved on..

Coz wat bothered him was d mornin heat..

The sun hit him...

And d beam burned..

For night was his realm ...

Where he beat made his claim..

Unruly..

Unkind..

Was wat he could deal wid..

Hdk

Unedited

Unfinished

Solar Flare

Altough he is the sun...the sun..
the mighty son...
the powerful one..

He burns he burns
he never yearns...
the light bearer of mass taverns

 The people weak look up to him....
he lightens the sky - the sun beam..
 The darker nights ...
The evil dreams...
He kills them all ..from light year realms...

But they don't kno..this protector beam...
Has wounds too deep .. Has wounds too deep...
 He bleeds all day ..in nights he screams..
Volcanoes burn ..in his sordid realms..

He blasts his wall ...
The halls he tears..
 But the pains keeps rearing its ugly head...

 He burns all down and wrecks his lair..
.but down its just a solar flare..a solar flare.

HDK

it begins where it ends

You want role-models in life.. someone you want to look up to.. I never found someone in real life..so i looked for them in fiction.. and i found plenty. Its amazing how you create someone you want to look up to by just writing about it .. by creating a world around it and by fitting that world according to the role model..I tried doing that too..

I started writing about it and immersed myself in that process .. I wrapped myself with that thought and let it take control of me.. every action I did was to conform to that idea and every-way i reacted was to its norms..  I designed my world to respond to it and let him take control... to a point where I was him and he was me. Reality was a dream and the dream was the reality.. Wen you let an idea take control of u ..everything else is a blur..Imperfection is eliminated and so is every thing that does not fit..and wen you see your life from the role-models perspective you are ashamed of ursef.. you are ashamed to look at wat you have become from what your potential was.. you tell him that u wer forced to do it coz of circumstances .. of how weak u became by it all that one day you snapped and recoiled...you cry and beg for forgiveness. u want to let it all go .. but then how can u forgive ur own self.. how can u kno wat u did was not meant to be done whilst doing it..who would decide wat is right and wat is wrong .. wen u are your own role model .. whom do you then look up to..then isn`t wat is happening supposed to happen !!

    This is where the dream ends...sometimes u want the dream to continue .. u try to bring it bac ..but it never does...but then again ,,was it really a dream or this is a dream right now ...

HDK

PS : Thats why yu write.. so that the role model is not lost..tat once in a squeaky cupboard you find an old diary and u can look and let  him rise again.. although he is now obscure and gone from the imagination.. u read about him and let him take control again..the fictional role model :)

Gandhinagar Cyber Cafe

 I m sitting in a dingy cyber cafe ... where the air smells of smoke ..(make me unconformatbl bcoz of my asthma) .. the owner of the cafe decides who sits where and i`m ordered to sit in the center of the cafe..i have to keep the keyboard parallel to the monitor .. i dont like that and the distance between the chair and the keyboard is annoying.. I dont like that either.. there is a freak next to me who`s reading everything I write..I want to punch his face..anyways .. now that annoying cyber cafe owner is playing pathetic music... I want to punch him too..

The chair has no cushions.. I cant rest my hands..I dont like the mouse coz the wheel in between is non responsive... the keyboard is too rough..I cant believe I cycled 4 kms for this..

I dont have internet at my place and nor do I have a laptop...

Just a few of the many of things i hate  

...Grief

He was inconsolable tat night..
he wept like never before..

A chunk of him was dead tat night..
a sight never seen before..

travelling away from the city he was born..

 this city had given him everything..defined who he was..
tonite it took away everything..and it didn`t blink once...

he cried for his love..
he moaned all alone..

A loner for life was wat lay before..
the endless road..
the sunless sky..

a surge of despair and pain..
of shrieks and and a life in vain..

the world flashed by ..

Khayyam...Book of Love

The bird of life is singing on the bough
His two eternal notes of "I and Thou"—
O! hearken well, for soon the song sings through,
And, would we hear it, we must hear it now.

The bird of life is singing in the sun,
Short is his song, nor only just begun,—
A call, a trill, a rapture, then—so soon!—
A silence, and the song is done—is done.

Yea! What is man that deems himself divine?
Man is a flagon, and his soul the wine;
Man is a reed, his soul the sound therein;
Man is a lantern, and his soul the shine.

Would you be happy! hearken, then, the way:
Heed not To-morrow, heed not Yesterday;
The magic words of life are Here and Now—
O fools, that after some to-morrow stray!

Were I a Sultan, say what greater bliss
Were mine to summon to my side than this,—
Dear gleaming face, far brighter than the moon!
O Love! and this immortalizing kiss.

To all of us the thought of heaven is dear—
Why not be sure of it and make it here?
No doubt there is a heaven yonder too,
But 'tis so far away—and you are near.

Men talk of heaven,—there is no heaven but here;
Men talk of hell,—there is no hell but here;
Men of hereafters talk, and future lives,—
O love, there is no other life—but here.

Look not above, there is no answer there;
Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
Near is as near to God as any Far,
And Here is just the same deceit as There.

But here are wine and beautiful young girls,
Be wise and hide your sorrows in their curls,
Dive as you will in life's mysterious sea,
You shall not bring us any better pearls.

Of all my seeking this is all my gain:
No agony of any mortal brain
Shall wrest the secret of the life of man;
The Search has taught me that the Search is vain.

Allah, perchance, the secret word might spell;
If Allah be, He keeps His secret well;
What He hath hidden, who shall hope to find?
Shall God His secret to a maggot tell?

Yet sometimes on a sudden all seems clear—
Hush! hush! my soul, the Secret draweth near;
Make silence ready for the speech divine—
If Heaven should speak, and there be none to hear!

The Koran! well, come put me to the test—
Lovely old book in hideous error drest—
Believe me, I can quote the Koran too,
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

“Did God set grapes a-growing, do you think,
And at the same time make it sin to drink?
Give thanks to HIM who foreordained it thus—
Surely HE loves to hear the glasses clink!”

From God’s own hand this earthly vessel came,
He shaped it thus, be it for fame or shame;
If it be fair—to God be all the praise,
If it be foul—to God alone the blame

So since with all my passion and my skill,
The world's mysterious meaning mocks me still,
Shall I not piously believe that I
Am kept in darkness by the heavenly will?

And do you think that unto such as you,
A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew,
God gave the Secret, and denied it me?—
Well, well, what matters it! believe that too.

Old Khayyám, say you, is a debauchee;
If only you were half so good as he!
He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,
Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.

But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue,
The wintry soul that hates to hear a song,
The close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye,
And all the little poisoned ways of wrong.

So I be written in the Book of Love,
I have no care about that book above;
Erase my name, or write it, as you please—
So I be written in the Book of Love.


Omar Khayyam

Chaos

And then he breaks up..there's carnage... 
He knows hez meant for d fire...
for being burnt..for being in hell
 Punished for reasons he knows not
 A few days under d shade
and then it's bac
 He grinds there each day..
waiting for d sun to rise
 Toiling in d dark..
his tearful eyes on d horizon
 He's been.waiting for d sun since a 100 year'
s D hope gleams each day and den dims
 A life wid regrets..unfulfilled wishes and a broken heart
 He dreams of a green garden a gushin river a good house
 He wakes up to a ravaged terrain..an ugly drain and and a broken home
 He calls it a home because he sleeps there..
 D world is crumbling and he knows.that..and it will be soon wen he decides..
 A decision on would he perish wid d world or before it...

...hdk..

something in hindi

Is khali zindagi k aashiyane mai...

main aise khamosh baitha hoon..

koi umeed ka saharaa liye..

mai har din guzaar raha hon



kab aayegi woh khushi..

us din k intezaar main jeeye jaa raha hun..

is zindagi se mujhe kya chahiye..

woh sawaal pooche jaa raha hun



akelepan ki god main..

mai har raat guzaar raha hoon

es kaagaz, es sihaayi se..

main apne aap mai he khoya jaa raha hoon..



sukhe patton sa, banjar zameen sa..

barish ki boondon k liye taraste jaa raha hun..

ek bandhe panchi sa..azaad hone ki khwaish liye..

mai rooz lade jaa raha hun.. jeeye jaa raha hoon....





HDK

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..It ends here..

Harry potter series (i mean the movies here) end today.. the books ending as if were not enuf ... its like end of my teenage self .. as if warner bros wanna push me from there to adulthood (so called)...I have a one pm show tomo... I knw how i m gonna miss this series.... almost 6/7 years have now passed since I held the first book.. my first and only addiction till date... its saddening.. ciao HP, RW and HG...

.. Lost my fone..

Its almost like losing a limb .. I couldn`t sleep last nite.. the feeling is dreadful.. its almost like u hav jus been plugged off from the world and are thrown in the abyss .. its sickening .. wat a lame ass i m to lose out on sucha nice, honest and a lovely fone .. hope who ever has got it now takes care of it .. miss monalisa..

RIP

\m/

the world's end

When the fire needs warmth
the sea is thirsty
when the sky needs space
i look out for trace
the earth looks for shelter
the sky's gone blue
n the birds out here
r down with the flu

The sun's gone astray
the moons looking out for a way
humans hunt for existence
mars has gone the distance
the birds gone without the flight
the place is dark, there is no light
the eyes have no sight
the muscles have no might

so here cums the day
the moods no more gay
the words don't have their say
the good set at bay

astray astray astray
my mind too is become a prey
the world's end awaits us
the dooms on d way...

.. ..

of smilin faces and blarin kisses
of tight hugs and numb misses
of happy clicks and big grps
of ur all dumb activities and lost coups

this gen is goin to the dogs ,
why is the self lost
and the v begun ,

of stupid notes on fb
to ur all blarin blogs
wat do u thnk u are doin
clearin a drains clog

pls stop it now ,,
pls do ,,

thers no time for it now , stop it u !!


HDK

. meetin the dawnin night

Lets fly,, into the open skies
tonite,, into the open skies ,,
everyone,, heres our final goodbye ...
b sinkin in ..into the windy sigh


Flyin high, tonie i`ll b flying high
meetin bliss,,, into the naked sky
singin tunes ,, screechin the hushd up nie
fallin down,, meetin the upward sky

I`ve reachd... into the cloudy eden ,,'
across the wind... into the forbidden ...
eyes aroused ... and ma soul`s enlivend
Radiate ,, the night sun has risen...


Lightning strikes .. and brightens the dead
Mystic heavens,, lead into the way
Gates shut ,, darkens the starry nigh
We`re bac greeting the dawning night

Tomoro ... Lets fly,, into the open skies
tonite,, into the open skies ,,
everyone,, heres our final goodbye ...
b sinkin in ..into the windy sigh

On hitting the writers bloc and Current Affairs .. and past 5 years

Quoted from POTF

"in our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye"

An amazing era , half a decade , a journey surmounting an expanse of more than 250 weeks , revolutionizing my life , my way of thinking, assuming, understanding, passing thru time .. its almost a life within a life .. and that is wer i hit the writers bloc .. to put things in words has indeed being a dilemma ..

To Start with NM ,, Narsee Monjee (read : Alma Mater),, a heaven in itself ,, a place where lateral thinking was redefined in all astonishing, astounding ways .. the place taught me how to think .. and then the 3 years at MKS wer i was taught wat not to do .. never to do .. in ways u shud never behave (with live illustrations).."It doesn`t solve a thing to dress it in a pretty gown"

then the madness with "MAD" ,, its a heartbreak to even think abt MAD.. Make a Difference it was called ambitiously, one unwanted, unwarranted and unexpected roadblock killed that baby ...I still cannot forgive that man.. anyways moving on...

But here i met her ,,and i think tat is the place wer the revolutionizing part comes..!

.. I cannot believe I stopped writing here last time, the latest and the most amazing, exciting, adventurous and mind numbing.. though she reckons I dont remember a thing ,, well I do !!

She (JS , Teja, T Rex, Taliban, Al Qaeda and all other horrendous names I have attached to her) made a grand entrance into a well you can say a writers, a thinkers and more so a loners premise... and changed it .. for good .. of course !!

Then came the change,, lifestyle,, habits, way of thinking (not entirely), way of living, behaving etc etc...well 3 years have passed since that grand entrance,, I am glad, proud and even amazed .. that I have her.. though it might sound romantic, silly or anything.. however I am happy to be part of her life..

She has revolutionized my way of living and I am glad it has...

YOU

You can't get up ... you lazy ..
your goddamd world fuckn hazy ...

Flies , Rats, Rodents ,,You .,.
No aim , no game ..
y are u here .. crippld brain..
no sense of shame ...
set urself on flame ...
or .. heres a gun go aim ... so lame ..
i`m angry ,, i dun care
u are the one who needs repair
screw this wear and tear
and go to vatican square

Beg , Plead , Die in front f uh god ..
all u gonna get, is slapped by a rod .. (haha)
no pain no gain .,, u`ll all stained ..
ur brains fuckd up all chained ,,constrained

Ur crippling entertainment
ur smoked up environs
ur vanity filld life
damn whers the knife
burnin ur money ,, cryin honey honey
all u are is a fuckd up bunny

"oh dear oh dear"
""take care y fear ""
grab up that glass of beer
and dance in the sphere
coz thats y u here
the angers soo sheer
the angers soo sheer ....

oh forget y hear
damnit wers the volunteer


HDK

The last bit of patience , Til I collapse

Theres the nerve wrecking ,, and theres the brain cracking
adrenaline pumping and the its the same old routine
making the same mistakes again ..
lets celebrate ur dumbhood wid a bottle of champagne
u losers u cowards sustaining on cocaine
get a life , if not slash ur head wid knife
go kill ur self u worthless piece of grime
oh ! y m i wasting time ,, y m i making this rhyme

I wish to burn u alive ; laf wid all my pride ,
go home and then; enjoy my cool tide
wake up on the next day ,see ur soul cry
why did u deny ? why did u deny ?
i point up at sky, and bade u good bye
u burn in hell , damn u bad guy ...

i cannot understand; how u managed alone
u stupid fool u
you had ur chances , you had ur dances
u fuckn fool u had ur fckng chances
i say this one last thing ,, pull this one last string
" You live like a man
you die like a man "

HDK

On the Generation i belong

We are smart ; we are ordinarily brilliant ..
u wanna term us , u call us resilient ..

u whack us ,, we whack u twice
if u ask , we`ll giv u a word of advice ..

Talent in every cell , like the tsunami we swell
rise and fall , fall and rise,, never give up impel impel ...

we are rude ,, we are shrewd
altogether call us crude

never believe and screw the old
old is gold , that gold is now sold ..

We are our teachers ,,
Learning with every experience is our psychological feature

Brands here, added glands there
vanity in every aspect ;; & then we despair ..
Get me glued to an electric chair !!!

Murder here ,, suicide there
Loot here ,,to whom do we confide , to whom do we confide

Eminem says "If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it"

Tyler Durden says: You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.


like air we are everywhere
For War we prepare ; For War we prepare ...

To the Generation I belong :
"Natures just left one thing for us to do ;
think . use our brains ; go pursue ; go pursue"


Hdk (Hardik Joe.)

Bahut be aabro ho kar tere kuche se hum nikle -- Mirza Ghalib

Jaage hain ... Guru

jage hain der tak, hamen kuchh der sone do
thodee see rat aur hai, subah toh hone do
aadhe adhure khwab jo pure naa ho sake
ek bar phir se nind me woh khwab bone do

This is not the last year of my Life

Grow up kiddos is the best i can say, The ignorance is overwhelming . It is not that i cannot enjoy with my ownself , my family, my girl, with 3 good frnds that i have, with the place that i m, right here right now. Happiness as the greats say is a journey and not a destination and definately not Shimla,Chandigarh to be specific. The only reason i did not go, is becoz i din wanna . I think that reason is more than enuf. .

For me, pulling ppl (verbally), shouting, jeering, and many such things dont count as a sane humans activities, not doubt there can b an infinite amount of happiness that can b generated .

And at last before you say "We Rock" do somehtn to stand by it . !!!

bahut nikle mere arman ,, phir bhi gham hai ....

A thousand desires such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire
Reach out and you can touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against a torrid hillscape
A thousand
A thousand desires such as these

I loved rain as a child
As a lost young man
Empty landscapes
Bleached by a tired sun
And then
And then suddenly it came
Like a dark unknown woman
Her eyes scorched my silences
Her body wrapped itself around me
Like a summer without end

Pause me hold me reach me
Where no man has gone
Crossing the seven seas
With the wings of fire
I fly towards nowhere
And you
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against a scorched landscape of pain

Its Sad The new years come : 2010

this one thing i ask ,? wat are u actually celebrating today ??? the completion of 2009 years A.D. , the coming of 2010 ????? or just the completion of the previous year and the arrival of the new year ? this is something that i cease to understand /// wat and why are we , no sorry you celebrating coz i`m not .. and mind you this is not the lack of opportunity that i m talking about ..

so bac on the topic wat is it exactly that you are celebrating ?? let me guess is it that this year the Taj was not attacked or maybe this year there was lower terrorist activity in Kashmir ,, or the swine flu pandemic or election of Black Obama.. trust me none of these are worth celebrating.. you know why. if you do not , then you need help // then the question is why are u then celebrating , does this in any case make sense ?? for me it does not.

One reason i give for not celebrating the arrival is that i know it is gonna be bad, or let me say worse, coz 2009 (according to me) was bad , u may say a 100 good things that happ , but i`ll give u a 1000 bad that happened . 1st thing on my mind is , that climate wise it is gonna me just worse or let me exxagerate worst. hints are there all over , wake up blind man ! water cuts in my town Mumbai... it gets worse .. according to reports winters might vanish in the next 10 years to come .. !!!. the forests are vanishing (gonna continue), the wild cat (gone), the ecological balance (gone again, was it there ?), The Ganga polluted (har har gangey! ), the globe getting hotter ,, and many many many many many more ....... the list will go on ,,

Al Qaeda, Lashakar - e -taiba, MNS , RSS, and many asses are gonna raise their ugly heads once again and screw up things aren`t they , even you know this Jai Maharashtra ! Jai Shree Ram ;;; Kiss my ASS ..

The pathetic speed at which the metro work is going is gonna be , its definitely gonna me worse (no facts on this one , but the fact that i know it is gonna happen in the back of my mind)

For this one thing i kill the optimist in me, , welcome pessimism

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
And actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
And actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Alrighty heres the answer

People keep asking me "WHAT DO I WANNA DO"

well heres the answer : EARN MONEY

clear hai !!

well yea ,, i must hav told u all the different possibilities of doing this but never this .. well this is wat i wanna do . . . so do not ask me again ,, coz i dun wanna tell u ...

You never ask me "WHAT I DON'T WANNA DO"

well heres the peek there too : I do not want high grades , better marks ,, better recognition ... if it comes i m a happy man ,, if not i m happier ..

then why do i study so much : well the competition that i get is a good past time the urge to beat is a nice thing actually and so i do it .. okk ...

again if i achieve objective no. 1 i am a happy man ,,, if i achieve objective no.2 only ,, then i m not happy u see becoz thats not wat i wanted .. even though i`ll keep striving for it ,,, bcoz u see i hate losin , even if it is something that i don`t want ... weird ! but yea @!@


"(ham lapatke saaye hai
ham sulagne aaye hai
ghar bata ke aaye hai
hai khalbali) "

Exclusive .......... only 4 u

I`ve been tryin to write since a very long time ,
there is no lyrics no music o rhyme ,
gettn fellig thru words is as tough as u wud like , u wud like ,u wud like .............

O ma baby i`m in love with you
O ma baby all i think is you
Everyday for me begins and ends with you..
ends with you .,....

Iv`e been sayin things that i kno wud hurt
Iv`e been doing things that i kno did hurt ,,
I`m sorry ma baby for being sucha nerd, suchaaa nerd ........

O ma baby i`m in love with you
O ma baby all i see is you
Everyday for me begins and ends with you..
ends with you .,....

YOu`ve been that light that enlightened my way ,,
you`ve been that sight that got me my way,,
I wanna thank u for being jus so great ...

O ma baby i`m in love with you
O ma baby all i think is you
Everyday for me begins and ends with you..
ends with you .,....

Hdk (uncut)

I

I am my God.
I am the man , my god created .
I am mine.

There is a demon in me ,
That demon is me , my satan created it.
That demon is mine .

There are rituals that i follow
there are rules that i break ,
The rules are mine and so are the rituals.
Their mine and only mine.

All that is with me ,
All that is in me,
All that is around me,
All that has me ,
Is me and only me.

I am my challenge,
I am my competitor ,
I fight with maself,
I lose to masef .
All i do, is by masef.

So the rest of you fools ,
The rest of you tools,
Have your own god ,
Life is yours ,
Understand this .


HDK

CRAP ... shit happens ; flush it !! - hdk

You have the right to speak;
but not the right to talk crap.
Trespassers will be shot ,
right on the head

Shut up shut up
my brains burstin up
shut up shut up
oh destruction cumin up

u talk shit ,, dirty fit .
u think creep ,, like a monkey chimp
oh loser ;; keep pumpin in ..
dun scrw up , ITs your right your will
so talk crap , i`ll deal u in scrap

oh i will , talk all ,care a shit ..
d walls reply to me ,,
kill me ; be mean ; damn u

jam packd crowds listen to me
all i spk is public will ,
listen to it o i`ll stick it up ur ass
its mass ,,, damn it its mass !!

freak ,, u bloddy freak ;; i`ll call it crap ; Bs
u stick it up ma ass,, i`ll blast ur mass ,,
ma opinion not d public ,, dat matters ..
ur world will ruin ,, right here it shatters ..

u`ll get battered mate .,.
go run ,, therz d gate ..
stop yellin , if d worldz gonna ruin,,
mak no mistake u too are gonna rust ..

haha !! losers care abt rustin
therz dust on u ;; u need dustin .. crap u talk crap are u , crap is ur world
fit in the mould ,, be of the same size ,, wat matters to u is all abt being uptight ..


TBC ..


Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction , no incidents in ma current life are related to this conversation .

To jadu (my cat) ; now dead

She was walkin over here ;
jus like a princess on the street ;
she was ;;; ma only kid ..

Those lovely black eyes ;;
that smallish li`l face ..
her sweet curling up and the warm embrace..
her voice brings up a smile on ma face ,,

My baby i love you ,,
things will never be the same,,

The day she was born the sun was bright in the sky
oh that charming face ; i went my my my ..

those grubby paws , that ran on the lane
if ther ever was love it was that very day

but now shes gone ; in the broad day light
i could do nothing i was never gonna cry;;

I`ll miss you my meow .. thru the day n thru d nite,,
may u b bac agan and brighten up my life..

RIP.

The Atlas Giant ...

If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that
he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling,his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders - what would
you tell him to do?


hmm

So you think that money is the root of all evil? Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can't exist unless there are goods
produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears,
or of the looters, who take it fro you by force. Money is made possible
only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?
- Francisco d'Anconia

I am. I think. I will."
- Anthem

"The ladder of success is
best climbed by stepping on
the rungs of opportunity."
- Ayn Rand

"Wealth is the product of
man's capacity to think."
- Francisco d'Anconia

"Money demands that you sell,
not your weakness to men's
stupidity, but your talent
to their reason."
- Francisco d'Anconia

"But I don't think of you."
- Howard Roark to
Ellsworth Toohey

"The question isn't who is
going to let me; it's who
is going to stop me."
- Howard Roark

"I don't wish to be a symbol of
anything. I'm only myself."
- Howard Roark

"Ask yourself whether the dream
of heaven and greatness should
be left waiting for us in our
graves - or whether it should be
ours here and now on this earth."
- Dr. Hugh Akston, Atlas Shrugged

"I swear, by my life
and my love of it,
that I will never live
for the sake of another
man, nor ask another
man to live for mine."
- John Galt

"Great men can't be ruled."
- The Fountainhead, 1943

Things u own. . .. . .

You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.


Coz m lyk a river ; n not a beaver .
u realy got fever ; go chck out uh liver ;
u sewer

I jump down the tower i`m not a lover
who can`t get sum power
..

so wats up wid singh y is he not eh king
D king of bling bling
y is he never seen

oh clean clean oh clean
i want ths clean
dun wanna b seen doin ths fuckn thng . . . .

go 2 d garbag bin
n scrw up big bean

ths countryz blackin out
10 niggaz scrwn down
taj down taj down
y do u fuckn frown

ma *** is a clown
belivz in sizin down ,,
put up a gown n run down town
don`t put up wid the crown

ths worldz shoutin loud , "Do u beliv it"
Ah no ,, no no !!

Fight Club

Tyler Durden : Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.


Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.

Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
Narrator: It isn't?
Tyler Durden: We don't need him


Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
Narrator: Martha Stewart.
Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.

Its me again ../

hEY ELLO. scrw the caps ..

Its me uncut : Hdk = Hardik

No rappin not bein a wannabe poet nor doin bol bachhan and philosophising.

So am bac to the BPO biz man ,, this tym its UK the land of HM the Queen thats how they address her ... I write this today as i have a off tomoro.. Nothin else on hand rite now so decided to blog down shit ...

Change : i dunno wat ?>? if you notice comment ... (if u dont screw u )

m awaitn results though m in no way excited about them but yea sincerely awaitin them as they pendin since a month now .. the performance does not matter though the result does u kno wat i m talkin abt ??


So while i write this i get this strange fellin of being incomplete.. unable to recognize in wat sense anyways ,, in case i figure out in the mean time i will definitely update u ..

And BTW (by the way) ,, if you think whom am i talkin to .. its to the blog.
Obviously not u.. So met this new batch this time a combo of gals and guys n men and women ,, if u dunno the difference then ask me ..

Elections are on .. so lets see wassup wid them
The Indo - NZ match is on too and India is on lead.
Its real hot in Mumbai i mean seriously !!
Ma jobs way too borin man , i` m not tat great a story listener ...

I also wanna talk about gulal wonderful movie man ,, love , power , revolution,, awesum man way to go anurag !!
The movie was like a masterpiece man ! , like 300 i cud list down the dialogs and the lyrics of the movie man "Jaise dur desh k tower main ghus jaaye aeroplane"
Spell bounding lemme tell u . Watch that movie man and u`ll like me fall short of words.. trust me ..The actors too did a commendable job..

So that is it for now !!
Updates will keep on coming .

Sex - show me wat a man finds sexually attractive and i will tell you his entire philosophy of life - AS - AR

Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life.
Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he's taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment—just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!—an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as., his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience—or to fake—a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer—because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut.
"He does not seek to gain his value, he seeks to express it. There is no conflict between the standards of his mind and the desires of his body. But the man who is convinced of his own worthlessness will be drawn to a woman he despises—because she will reflect his own secret self, she will release him from that objective reality in which he is a fraud, she will give him a momentary illusion of his own value and a momentary escape from the moral code that damns him. Observe the ugly mess which most men make of their sex lives—and observe the mess of contradictions which they hold as their moral philosophy. One proceeds from the other. Love is our response to our highest values—
and can be nothing else. Let a man corrupt his values and his view of existence, let him profess that love is not self-enjoyment but self-denial, that virtue consists, not of pride, but of pity or pain or weakness or sacrifice, that the noblest love is born, not of admiration, but of charity, not in response to values, but in response to flaws—and he will have cut himself in two. His body will not obey him, it will not respond, it will make him impotent toward the woman he professes to love and draw him to the lowest type of whore he can find. His body will always follow the ultimate logic of his deepest convictions; if he believes that flaws are values, he has damned existence as evil and only the evil will attract him. He has damned himself and he will feel that depravity is all he is worthy of enjoying. He has equated virtue with pain and he will feel that vice is the only realm of pleasure. Then he will scream that his body has vicious desires of its own which his mind cannot conquer, that sex is sin, that true love is a pure emotion of the spirit. And then he will wonder why love brings him nothing but boredom, and sex—nothing but shame.

AAAAAAAarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhh

I live on hope .. do you ??

Sometimes i feel like ....
Look , the battle was raging ..
The opposition winnin ...


Walkin on 8 mile , hittin the dirt pile ..
Coverd all ova in mud .. the stains were a hate sight ...

I did not take it ..
I did not make it ..
I`m no loser, i didnot fake it ..

I tried real hard .//
the parasites keep suckin ..
keep chockin ,, keep fuckin..
keep loosin

Sometime i feel like .,,
Quittin i still might ..
is this worth a fight ..

the brainless are lafin ..
the stainless keep cryin ..
Wat kinda world is this ..
wat kinda earth is this //
of faint hearted men who haunt the earted(hearted) men

Of Bribe and Politics
of cheat and lollitics ..
Of the losers who never lose ..
of boozers who neva booze

...

I live on hope ,,

Enjoy It !!

The rain is welcomed here,
the breeze is welcomed here,
Soooooooo jooin it ..
Enjoyy it !!

The trees are grown in here ,
the seeds are sown in here,
Soooo Celebrate it ,
Enjoy it !

The sun is shining ,
The moon here is smiling ,
Soo join it ..
Enjooy it !!

Her face was beautiful,,
I`m gonna see her very soon ,
So await it ,,
Enjoooy it !!

The dream was passionate ,,
With some glory and some fate ,
So live it,
enjooy it !!

The people were agahst ,,
the drivers way too fast ,,
So screw`em ,,,
lets enjoy it ~!!

The song`s way tooo slow ,,
Another nasty blow ,,
So let`s stop this ,,
C`mon stop enjoyin this !!

Oooooooo Enjoy this ,,
it`s the way it is ,,
Get over it !
Oh !! Get ooooover it !! Yeaaahhh !!


hdk - hardik

Free-for-all crime -

Who says the law is an ass? If you’re a criminal, or a would-be criminal, in India the law is a gas. And it just got gassier. On December 23, 2008, the Lok Sabha gave criminality a Christmas bonanza by passing a radically amended Criminal Procedure Code Bill — along with seven other Bills, all of which were passed within a mere 17 minutes without any time-wasting frivolities such as debate and discussion — which, in effect, prevents law enforcement authorities from arresting someone who has committed a crime which carries a prison sentence of up to seven years. Instead of clapping behind bars the accused in such cases — which include attempt to commit culpable homicide; voluntarily causing grievous hurt; cheating; outraging a woman’s modesty; death caused by negligence; and assaulting the President — the police will now have to issue a ‘notice of appearance’ to the individual concerned who will be expected to ‘cooperate’ with the investigation (rather in the same manner in which Islamabad has offered by way of a ‘joint mechanism’ to ‘cooperate’ with Indian agencies to get to the truth behind the 26/11 terror attack on Mumbai). Only if the accused fails to respond to the ‘notice of appearance’ can the police have recourse to arrest — by which time the accused, having been helpfully tipped off by the ‘notice of appearance’, presumably has had the good sense to get as far as possible out of the reach of the no-longer long arm of the law.
Criminals and potential criminals can now, like other sensible citizens, plan their criminal activities — as people plan their investment portfolios, purchase of consumer durables, and their choice of holiday destination — in terms of affordability and the cost-benefit ratio involved. For example, prudent wrongdoers will now be able to apply the principle of due diligence to the crimes they might be contemplating. A quick dekko at the provisions of the penal code which stipulate the maximum sentences for different criminal acts will, like consulting a ready reckoner, reveal what may, or may not, be undertaken with impunity. For instance, murder, rape, dowry death, waging war on the state, robbery or dacoity with deadly weapons are all no-nos as the jail-time in these cases exceeds the sevenyear exemption limit for arrests. As such, the risk-averse criminal would be advised to avoid such acts and seek safer options. So instead of rape, a public servant, for example, might contemplate inducing a person in his (or, possibly, her) custody into having sex, an offence which, under Section 376 B, attracts a sentence of only five years and as such is safely within the no-arrest limit. It’s like taking your own breathalyser test and determining whether you’re over or under the safety limit. In such a scenario, a savvy murderer might well be motivated to make the planned act look like a hit-and-run, or other form of terminal mayhem which falls within the seven-year escape clause.
Apart from helping criminals to freely plan their careers in crime, the seven-year solution will also help ease the huge logjam of pending court cases and the stifling congestion in jails and prisons. There are almost 30 million cases pending in the country’s law courts. This, in turn, impacts prison congestion as thousands of undertrials (15,784 and 15,777, respectively, in Maharashtra and Madhya Pradesh alone, according to the National Crime Records Bureau), swell penal populations to bursting point. The 1,140 central, district and sub jails, with a total capacity of 2,33,543, currently house 3,26,519 inmates, of which as many as 66.7 per cent are undertrials. Each prisoner, convict or undertrial, costs the taxpayer an average of Rs 11,901.30 (2003-04 figures) per annum in maintenance.
The seven-year-no-arrest rule should significantly reduce prison populations and costs. As such, it should be welcomed both by the thrifty taxpayer as well as the career criminal, who can now cheerfully mug the former (after ensuring that mugging is within the seven-year safety zone) without fear of repercussion, knowing it’s all perfectly legal. What a gas.

JS

Mee asheech Mee tasheech

Mee khari
Mee khoti

Mee kali
Mee gori

Mee aahe
Mee nahi

Mee sona
Mee dagad

Mee agni
Mee jal

Mee bangdi
Mee dora

Mee eechhha
Mee bal

Mee lahan
Mee mothi

Mee asheech
Mee tasheech

Mee satya
Mee asatya

Mee Gandhi
Mee Bhagat

Mee phool
Mee madhmashi

Mee nadi
mee samudra

mee aapli
mee parkee

mee pandhree
mee laal

mee ho
mee nahi

mee asheech
mee tasheech

by Chaitali Phadke

The Cost of living - ar

There’s no time to lose
I heard her say
Cash your dreams before
They slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you
Will lose your mind.

Rajasthan - Udaipur n Haldighati area

The Land of the Raja`s . The Land with a mighty good and a admirable history. The place Udaipur that i visited had loads of friendly and hardworking people , some of them i wud like to mention my rikshawalla who took me thru the entire city and the hotel manager n chef who were very hospitable. The place with its magnificience and charm is by far the most fantastic , d most well managed and most hospitable city i hav ever visited. a city havin a fabulous history. I made a point to visit every structure i cud , temples incl. bcoz each one had its own story. I`ll b bac i promised the rikshawalla and i bet i wud surely be. Hdk

Y

I slept so that i cud dream
but no dream no sleep

y
i asked ,, y i answerd

y dream y sleep

y is the answr of all quesntns

rite then y and y not ,, start answerin ,,, hhaha


nirewsna trats ... ton y dna y neht etir

ntnseuq lla fo rwsna eht si y

peels y maerd y

drewsna i y ... deksa i
y

peels on maerd on tub
maerd duc i taht os tpels I

Lalkaar

Hai Liye Hathiyaar Dushman Taak Mein Baitha Udhar
Aur Hum Taiyyaar Hain Seena Liye Apna Idhar
Khoon Se Khelenge Holi Gar Vatan Muskhil Mein Hai
Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamaare Dil Mein Hai

Haath Jin Mein Ho Junoon Katt Te Nahi Talvaar Se
Sar Jo Uth Jaate Hain Voh Jhukte Nahi Lalkaar Se
Haath Jin Mein Ho Junoon Katt Te Nahi Talvaar Se
Sar Jo Uth Jaate Hain Voh Jhukte Nahi Lalkaar Se
Aur Bhadkega Jo Shola-sa Humaare Dil Mein Hai
Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamaare Dil Mein Hai

Hum To Ghar Se Nikle Hi The Baandhkar Sar Pe Qafan
Chaahatein Liin Bhar Liye Lo Bhar Chale Hain Ye Qadam
Zindagi To Apni Mehmaan Maut Ki Mehfil Mein Hai
Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamaare Dil Mein Hai

Dil Mein Tuufaanon Ki Toli Aur Nason Mein Inquilaab
Hosh Dushman Ke Udaa Denge Humein Roko Na Aa
Duur Reh Paaye Jo Humse Dam Kahaan Manzil Mein Hai
Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamaare Dil Mein Hai

The darkest hour before dawn !

the darkest hour is b4 the dawn i heard the prophet say
is it i asked after many such hours had passed
the mind was reeling with all patience surpassed
the cut was deep , the wound unhealed
but the darkest hour would pass , so i believed

it was the rain ,the rain so merciless so intense my eyes had never seen
the unfathomable destruction , the furious flow and the sun that was never so keen
my eyes cried , with all emotions hidden so deep
but the darkest hour would pass , so i believed

it was the pain , the pain so horrific so intense my heart had never felt
the head lay here and the foot there ,, the devastating blast and that made the rock melt
my heart moaned , with all the feelings that i had never dealt
but the darkest hour would pass , so i believed

it was vain , the effort vain , so many hopes dashed, to my mind that made no sense
the fool shouting there and the fool listening here ,, the brainless that run the world with stupidity immense
my efforts begged , with all the hopes deep n dense
but the darkest hour would pass, so i believed

it is still dark , there is still the mark of the men who tried and failed
men here and men there , having lost - their hope , their sight and their might
but with hope still in mind , with blood still boiling - The sailor sailed
The darkest hour is still passing and so will it - the prophet said !!!!!!!

i am mine - rusted fate - pearl jam

The selfish. They're all standing in line.
Fathing and hoping to buy themselves time.
Here I figure as each breath goes by.
I only own my mind.

The north is to south what the clock is to time.
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere lines.
I know I was born and I know that I'll die.
The in between is mine.
I am mine.

And the feeling it gets left behind.
All the innocence lost at one time.
Significant behind the eyes.
There's no need to hide.
We're safe tonight.

The ocean is full cause everyone's crying.
The full moon is looking for friends at high tide.
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrows denied.
I only know my mind.
I am mine.

And the meaning it gets left behind.
All the innocents lost at one time.
Significant behind the eyes.
There's no need to hide.
We're safe tonight. What.

And the feelings that get left behind.
All the innocence broken with lies.
Significance between the lines.
We may need to hide.

And the meaning that get left behind.
All the innocence lost at one time.
We're all different behind the eyes.
There's no need to hide.

Nice one ..

Perceived abilities gets one hired
But very soon, one gets tired
Of living up to great expectations
& handling the daily trials and frustrations

Delivering one's best gets one no fame no acclaim
Coz' it was only expected
And anything remotely 'average' is not accepted
they say - Surely compalcency is to blame!

Can't they see
what life's become for me?
overexpectations
sucking the life outta me?

Cynicism raises its ugly head everyday
Doesn't listen to reason or anything that I say
It wants me to break free
It wants me to run away

But I'm down with it
I know this too will pass
I'm the one who raised the bar
I'm the one aiming to be a star
No success without some sorrow
or without sweat at the brow
So I'm gonna press on for some more time
I know I'll soon find my rhyme
!!!!

- NOT BY ME !