I wish I could make a dark comedy on Horrible Bosses and Unhealthy Offices to bring out the hidden truths. Alas!! as of now it’s just a wish. Neverthless, I am still happy that, if not a comedy or a book, atleast I am able to write a blog and ease off. Take take my word – arguing with Boss is like wrestling with a pig in the mud, after sometime you realize that u r getting dirty, but the pig is actually enjoying!!! -Is any ‘Boss’ out there to read this??

 After having dinner in junior doctors canteen hastily i we ( i and my rich Friend imran) embarked upon a ricks, and after 20 minutes we are at GS cinema. I had only 50 rupees in my wallet which i gad saved for the ticket. But the rich friend insisted that we ll take the tickets off upper stall. And yes, a third person was also waiting for us at the cinema, he is sumit.’ the rich poor. Needless to say that the wretched also has 50 rupees which he had borrowed from his friend of similar name. Our rich friend has enormous money, he buyed three tickets ( we paid him 100 rupees for 2 tickets obviously.)

We made entry inside the darkness of cinema and secures the seats, a child was crying at our back on top of his voice. It seemed like someone is playing the classical music at 100 RPM.

the lower stall doesn’t have such nuisances.

the movie began .every time i hear the enchant govinda , it remind me of bloated actor somehow managed till interval when rich friend came with Pepsi . Which spoilt brat orders cold drinks in the movie? Especially when you are not with a girl. well i drank the movie oops the cold drink and started sending sms  JOKE to 170. the airtel keeps me entertained with there PJs and i also played cricket on my mobile and made a high score. well, I LEAVE WITH A ADVISE/WARNING: PLEASE DONT WATCH THIS SHIT. INSTEAD STAY AT HOME AND  i (and my friend pukka) vowed that we never see RGV movies.

 what happened to ur standard RGV, its high time u commit suicide

I will meet you yet again
How and where? I know not.
Perhaps I will become a
figment of your imagination
and maybe, spreading myself
in a mysterious line
on your canvas,
I will keep gazing at you.

Perhaps I will become a ray
of sunshine, to be
embraced by your colours.
I will paint myself on your canvas
I know not how and where –
but I will meet you for sure.

Maybe I will turn into a spring,
and rub the foaming
drops of water on your body,
and rest my coolness on
your burning chest.
I know nothing else
but that this life
will walk along with me.

When the body perishes,
all perishes;
but the threads of memory
are woven with enduring specks.
I will pick these particles,
weave the threads,
and I will meet you yet again.

english translation of Amrita Pritam’s mai tenu phir milangi

Mujh se pahli si muhabbat mere mahbub na maang

maine samjhaa thaa ke tuu hai to daraKhshaaN hai hayaat
teraa Gham hai to Gham-e-dah’r kaa jhagRaa kyaa hai
terii suurat se hai aalam meN bahaaroN ko sabaat
terii aaNkhoN ke sivaa duniyaa meN rakhaa kyaa hai
tuu jo mil jaaye to taqdiir niguuN ho jaaye
yuuN na thaa maiN ne faqat chaahaa thaa yuuN ho jaaye
aur bhii dukh haiN zamaane meN muhabbat ke sivaa
raahateN aur bhii haiN vasl kii raahat ke sivaa

mujh se pahlii sii muhabbat merii mahbuub na maaNg

anginat sadiyoN ke taariik bahimaanaa talism
resham-o-atlas-o-kam-Khvaab meN bunvaaye hu’e
jaa-ba-jaa bikte hu’e kuuchaa-o-baazaar meN jism
Khaak meN lithaRe hu’e Khuun meN nahlaaye hu’e
lauT jaatii hai udhar ko bhii nazar kyaa kiijiye
ab bhii dil-kash hai teraa husn magar kyaa kiijiye
aur bhii dukh haiN zamaane meN muhabbat ke sivaa
raahateN aur bhii haiN vasl kii raahat ke sivaa

mujh se pahlii sii muhabbat merii mahbuub na maaNg

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

English Translation by MAR Habib from An Anthology of Modern Urdu Poetry

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far.
Spring was ever renewed in your face:
Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?
Had I won you, Fate’s head would hang, defeated.
Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.
The world knows sorrows other than those of love,
Pleasures beyond those of romance:
The dread dark spell of countless centuries
Woven with silk and satin and gold braocade,
Bodies sold everywhere, in streets and markets,
Besmeared with dirt, bathed in blood,
Crawling from infested ovens,
My gaze returns to these: what can I do?
Your beauty still haunts me: what can I do?
The world is burdened by sorrows beyond love,
By pleasures beyond romance,
Do not demand that love which can be no more

laash kii tarah bejaan hai raastaa
ek TuuTaa hu’aa Thelaa
ulTaa paRaa
apne pahiye havaa meN uThaaye hu’e
aasmaanoN ko hairat se taktaa hai
jaise ke jo bhii hu’aa
uskaa ab tak yaqiiN isko aayaa nahiiN
gehraa sannaaTaa hai

(Thelaa : wooden cart)

ek ujRii dukaaN
chiiKh ke baad muuNh
jo khulaa kaa khulaa rah gayaa
apne TuuTe kivaaRoN se vo
duur tak phaile
chuuRii ke TukRoN ko
hasratzadaa nazroN se dekhtii hai
ke kal tak yahii shiishe
is pople ke muuNh meN
sau rang ke daaNt the
gehraa sannaaTaa hai

(hasratzadaa : in anticipation)

gehre sannaaTe ne apne manzar se yuuN baat kii
sun le ujRii dukaaN
ai sulagte makaaN
TuuTe Thele
tumhiiN bas nahiiN ho akele
yahaaN aur bhii haiN
ham inkaa maatam kareNge
magar pahle unko to ro leN
ke jo luuTne aaye the
aur Khud luT gaye
kyaa luTaa
iskii unko Khabar hii nahiiN
kamnazar haiN
ke sadiyoN kii tehziib par
un bechaaroN kii ko’ii nazar hii nahiiN

(manzar : view)

Javed Akhtar

(hunar : skill)

kaise apnii haNsii ko zabt karuuN
sun rahaa huuN ke ghar gayaa huuN maiN

(zabt : control)

kyaa bataauuN ke mar nahiiN paataa
jiite ji jab se mar gayaa huuN maiN

ab hai bus apna saamnaa darpesh
har kisii se guzar gayaa huuN maiN

(darpesh : to confront)

voh hii naaz-o-adaa, voh hii Ghamze
sar-ba-sar aap par gayaa huuN maiN

—-jaun elia

All the good ones are taken.
If the person isn’t taken, there’s a reason.
It’s always easier to get a partner if you already have one.
Brains x Beauty x Availability = Constant. This constant is always zero.
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn’t love her.
The man shalt not win the argument he started.
The man shalt not win the argument he didn’t start.
If a man won an argument, it was just in his head.
Money can’t buy love, but it sure gets you a great bargaining position.