..reminiscence..

remembering some things from the past that were the rendezvouses,

the places where we friends met time and again.. to enjoy coffee at standard.. travelling in loaded buses,

just becoz with the coffee.. used to come one small pack of crispy biscuit,

that had almonds and pista and nuts in it.. dipping in cup and then to enjoy this strut,

then with ever searching eyes.. lavishly talking about some pukki pony tailed,

who used to use some pomades.. but just that which brand..we cud nt ask.. from that pleasant jade,

well the time just ticked on and on.. with its natural pace,

that pony tailed now lives with some wonderful human.. whose home for friction has no space,

from that coffee we graduated to beer and drinks and so often we friends got together at some arena,

how bigger the business empires or working status had got turned.. and one friend loved katrina,

amply putting one more large peg in his just finished glass,

just to make him reveal or boast.. that how he was better than sallu or akki or ranbir.. and how they were such crass,

literally pumping him.. yeah only you and how.. and cud they be any equal to you,

and generally in.. equally like minded people's gathering of friends this happens with one been teased to create one lively hue.....

..weird..

weird is what these days..

when we as the indians think of us

 in the most certain way,

we speak of our capability 

caliber performances

and ah.. tolerance etc etc

.. but towards which way,

i.e in global scenarios countries do trade

with one another

to form the business ties,

but would a nation trade with that 

in big big big way 

who supports nation's biggest enemy 

and do not get ashamed and feel shy,

in creating furors again again

and yet again 

in all horizontal and vertical summations,

is not this weird 

that we still keep trading with 

china without any remorse.. 

filling their wallets and upon own ppl hurling accusations,

weird is not it? 

and when shall this tendency of being better

on their scale end 

even when it costs at the aspirations of people own,

weird.. Weird.

how can any feel better?????..

when these rub salts upon own peoples wounds..

and do utter nothing  

remain silent prone.....

.....in life....

in life actually in real life.. how wonderful are those people.. who own subtle n posses own demeanour,

that is neither mudding.. or mumbling...nor muggy or regressively misdemeanoured,

misapprehensions in life are the worst beliefs for those who despite being own.. come under the misconceived missives,

despite urging again and again and yet again.. show me the one person in life who had not committed any error with any derisive,

committing crime is different thing altogether.. hence in life.. in err there is a monologue,

when a person sits...talks..quietly analyse..retrospect.. and if finds an err in own behaviour.. connects.. alright precious and very own.. lets resume the dialouge,

i believe at this point.. the kind of egoism and the kind of status that one has.. become the poser.. very very difficult to change,

that's what i feel and what i felt in life.. anyway whats the point in discussing this with any such.. at the most can say... strange.....

...joke theeeeek hai....

theek hi... haan bhai... with the thandi saans.. you be.. pee kar dhero paani reh tu cool r,
ek kadak chai pee aur chalta reh yaar... we again have gone akathay.. humka zyada milta hai na.. tu haar,

theek hai.. par haroo kya ab.. coz neither and nor do i know how to play any form of gambling,
in nutshell.. making a product and not selling is hurting that i do not incur.. call me villain of whatever.. for this.. but shall there be not any hot rambling,

theek hai.. amidst the jokes been circulated there was one original joke that was simply a joke cracked by some folk,

on the day when it was raining cats and dogs.. folk ran out with the paper.. and started reading loud and loud.. about the propounding heat,
until this all got melted and in his or her hands all that remained was lugdi of sheets,

till this all gradually got wiped out in the rain.. the nice standing by and watching asked the folk... with raised eyebrow.. kahey aur kyon,
the folk so rookishly replied.. mein toh apni varsha ko garmi kay batta raha tha.. par voh sunna hee kahan chahti hai.. bar barsti rehti like a flow,

the standing by said.. nice joke... and then added a line in that.. folk yeh barsi toh sahi and frm its core showerd the rhim jhim and bravely cooled down the heat wave,
array folk iss varsha ney toh jagat kee sunni... alright come and join me u rural folky :) to you i wet with this cool wave,

the cooooool wave... ough.. kahan sey layenge aap when in and with your nature you have such bad and the worst temper,
at those times the worst form of killing instincts emerges that even the logic disappears.. and even the enjoying sense quits sensing this vemper,


gussa bebaat kaa insaan kaa janni dushman... aray whatever... have the sense to be actual nice and gracious and right,
i tell you a joke too wanna enjoy thn enjoy.. but with no sense of obscenity i exist as one wonderful human.. do fear.. do not indulge in ugly fight,

nor can i speak the rough language.. neither can i indulge in ugly acts of vampous wars,
the joke is about me only as i can make a fun of me... ek din when i was watching bobby at my home dvd.. one lion seemed to knock at my window... baar baar,

disrupting me again and again.. the lion kept knocking again and again,
i took the courage and reached to my window.. and asked oye sher kay bacchay ya papa.. kya tujhay bobby acchi nai lagti ya kya bobby deti tujhko pain,

roared the lion and then started crying who said this kay mujhay bobby acchi nai lagti.. per dekh what she bn singing since years.. sher ko kahoo tujhko chhor dey mujhay kha jaye,
but look i have not done harmed any of them and still are not allowing me to enjoy the movie... roaring hai,

oho roaring ro mat sher ji... bobby ko milnay do and i shall let your feelings know to the her,
sher bola accha tu bhi try kar lay.. voh darpok kahan milaygee.. no one knows.. desh mein videsh mein ghar ya bahar,

sahi roaray aap.. and now from the window keep watching the movie bobby on my home dvd,
dar laggay toh bahar rakhi solar lantern on kar lo.. charged hai full.. glow nite kee thehri sherjee.. this is perfect and better than the nvd's.........

:)

there are difference between many forms of love and the one that is hate,
love gets displayed through many ways in methods.. but the hate in just the one and the only way.. hating.. to hate is the hater's fate,

what for if i ask any that i love my work.. i love my kids and i love my family.. and yeah hopefully and definitely i will be willing to die for my nation,
not that we hated them.. but they hate us.. but for their hate can we let the enemy intrude into our territories.. never in any session,

and while being young and in love.. there is distinct difference between a good friend ship and the passionate love,
in friendship two share everything but love goes beyond that and in knowing that friend loves some other.. and from here there has tobe change in curve,

one way express your love and if this love in response is for you.. in eyes in emotions in feelings and in cuddles and embraces,
then the love is yours.. if not.. either stay good friends or make a distance and depart with all kinds of graces,

theek hai.. kay jismay prem adhik hota hai voh haar jaata hai.. but not to an enemy and not to an intruder.. but to a friend and just quits from there to live life with fresh vector,
alright there were feelings but could not get reciprocated in same ways.. hence no hard feelings.. no zabardasti.. no hate.. and living life this way is an actual factor.....

...two ways..

sometimes at certain points in time it is literally difficult to let the person know that how fair and responsible are the intents,
at those difficult times that occur because of obstinate people.. from the two ways.. it is better to choose the correct way and stay content,

in staying content means living with attitude of keep evolving things in the way.. that leads towards progress and prosperity,
discarding all those intents.. attempts and attitudes that are incorrect.. and that have no proper similarity,

to know about the similarity there are the profiles n known attitudes of those people who have attained in life the marvelous positions,
and with those positions they remain content since all they know they have earned this.. nt snatched this.. in all sorts of prepositions...

..sense...

enjoying with unifying sense at home.. ofcourse the home is rented.. yet the home gives immense pleasure,
to live with own family after such a long time is like living with feelings that are no less than some cherished treasures,

poetry is the language.. it is said of imagination and the passions,
to any human mind poetry gives great satisfaction.. since this is the sense of seeing things in relations,

in relations to those eyes and feeling that do have the sense to see the beauty.. to experience harmony and to have joys,
poetry is the universal language and those who have disregard for this.. may be of minds that cant see beauty.. nor with sense of beauty do they enjoy,

hmmmn... to forgive an injury is often considered the sign of weakness while in actual it is the sense of strength,
since this sense comes in... comes into those having strong characters.. who do put wrong doers in shame.. thru own deeds and faiths etc.. at lengths....

..know one.. holi hai...

no one troubles here and there in any ways direct..indirect..discreet and indiscreet.. in open that are known as standards to all,
there happens to be the festival.. the festival of goodwill and harmony.. to be celebrated with own family and friends how so ever worthy one may be to their kiths and kins.. the big and the small,

no one stops no one to enjoy the day or days with owns.. through spreading pleasantries of colours on willing and smiling faces,
holi hai.. holi hai.. there are shouts.. of friends family and all others.. no one stops no one.. to be a part of any holi group.. as per and with the coloured defined graces,

until the one stops oneself on one own..thru giving lying reasons that such and so.. stopped the one to enjoy the colouring season,
while no one stopped no one.. to enjoy and mingle with the holi group.. but one does nt want to.. thus so falsely giving.. such and so stopped the one to enjoy coz of this specific reason,

while in fact they all are so busy with their own indulging ideas.. to enjoy yet another holi day.. with splendid colouring plans,
the rumourers and  non enjoy-er lots be let off with their loose syndromes.. to blame falsely.. while in truth the managings did announce.. go and get wet and wild.. and enjoy the holy day.. with holi haiiiiiii.. elan..... 

..returns..

..returns the she the groovy grittle effervescent imaginative and graciously fine in all manners cultures and say.. eccentric,
announced to communicator.. oh yeah is it... and guessing you have offloaded this chidu habit of you.. tasted success na.. this is the basic fundament in life to succeed.. hence be.. sound and authentic,

tell me asked the she to a communicator.. what you gained through pretending.. nothing.. but look what you have earned by being own self in actual and in real,
spell these in your words as communicator.. but you are the one i take pride saying as my own special friend in open to all.. not through loyalty or any virtue but as one.. who is actual of substance surreal,

taken aback literally.. the communicator now responds with emotions that are lateral open and obviously crystal clear,
from a special friend.. you became my love the possessive one you know.. and as asset.. you know insecurity creeps in.. that converts into fear,

fear of losing you.. oh fear of losing me.. interrupts the she.. and asks.. what did you think of me.. an object who needs to get her desires fulfilled,
or the one.. your own.. who is mature enough to know and be in a relation..but not first runner to a corner or coronation.. oh yeah you liked tulip na.. shall plant one such.. as per likings fully equipped,

with all the khad.. mitti breed of seeds etc etc.. kar loongi haath ganday apnay.. shall ask for a cup of tea.. FROM YOU.. kadak and hot,
chido mat.. i am sitting here right in front of you.. as your own desiring tobe the mother of our kids.. kya kehta hai.. am loyal to this loving knot,

chal theek hai.. said the he.. main koi pathar nai insaan hoon.. aur aaj kay baad tu meri biwi aur mein tera..:) mehmaan hoon,
:) mehmaan joh hammara hota hai.. woh jaan :) say pyara hota hai.. zyadda ka lallach nahi mujhko.. oeuvre.. be .. who do,

rt.. says the communicator.. taking so passionately her hands into own strong hands,
know you are not weak.. and make a promise to be your own always.. chidu.. gone are those days.. tera ban gaya hoon always always.. heard that na on that band,

theek hai theek hai.. reach home early.. and bring all those items.. that i gave you in the list,
communicator now.. an obedient fella.. obliges everything..reaches home to hahaha.. experience a secret.. revealed explored and revisited by those alone together.. in an embracing mist.......

... years later..

the years just went by..the communicator now is in thick of things and hectic active plans to achieve,
a vision of his aspiring ideas..that always travelled along in building mettle strength and a character..with the jest to earn wealth name and fame that he always perceived,

sincerely the approach towards visualising things was always calm.. approachable and was of complete adaptability,
in exploring and thus finding ways to begin and then travel along with the momentum.. with precise yet very effective rationality,

nt that the communicator did have no emotions.. he had and he has.. the emotions.. that are obvious.. crystal clear.. for his own parents.. and own family people,
coz this is the culture of his own ancestors and elders that run into his veins and his generation.. much like an odyssey of life.. groovy and grittieal,

and somehow sometimes things begin to happen in such ways that these thus begin to rekindle some memories,
of those evenings and an eventful night.. of unending desires.. that only heightened.. in an imaginative story,

that was nice said the he with calm and with the view to steer along.. the splendid splendour of colours that always splash,
thru applying own generated imaginative skills thoroughly.. in the ways known.. just to beautify.. thru kinetic upward dash,

odyssey of life continues.. in its own natural pace and strengths.. with an awakened conscience that never ever thought and thinks to do things that are false,
never allowing any to do wrong to him own.. melodies turn effervescent in life.. editioning in.. the things.. effective and waltzs,

at times and on regular intervals in the team meetings and briefings a message was always delivered effectively clear and precise,
its the team and works are alloted as per the efficiencies prevailed with in.. hence do accordingly to be effective and concise,

possibly that is how the communicators communicate always always.. and no where it is asked or even pretended that discriminate, discourage and disintegrate,
coz it would be like splintering the energy of own setups.. without gaining any thing.. thus he never did and never allowed any not to NOT TO.. subvert the authenticity of systems.. fully accurate...

...with in...

..with in India that is on macro level.. on individual level.. the entire bonafide residents living within India are either Indians . bhartiyes.. or the Hindustanis,
and if to something or sort.. for own convince..if any pretends to be a native of other country.. then should this be called what.. can not be described this to other wise defert..eeee,

what diff shall this make and should make.. that for own comforts.. we become quick and adept to change or get converted into an imagined nationality,
alright then bring out the birth certificate or any such document.. that mentions that is one native by birth or vows.. to remove doubts from this uncertainty,

and in this diversity.. as it may happen.. we come across a many and upon mingling with them.. the energy seems being sucked out,
what is that... and what makes them so miserable that thru their negative vibes... develop so much of adversities.. that all earned gets rout,

well as per DNA or genetic engineering the blood gets boiled when ever it is experienced that an enemy crossed the LOC  and beheaded some patrolling army men,

and in some if it does not.. then their choice.. but still does there to be any reason to feel offensive.. while in actual the feelings within were and are genuine for comprehensive and substantive men and women....

+++++++++...

= always the plus but if all gets multiplied by any - i.e negative.. the result of all positives get converted into a negative of sorts,

and possibly that is why by being positive.. when a trumpet gets blown the sound it exerts is that of marching rhythms.. to do the tasks given.. positive positive the mind retorts,

what is an order.. the order is direct and straight given and delivered in straight and firm voice.. with an attitude that this task shall bring forth much and more pluses,

in addition to many already added.. the irony of negative thou bemuses.. stupidity enters.. all works done by positives get spoiled under the infu of negative suppresses,

once upon a time there were people and as of those kind still exist.. the common attribute.. all these work by being in brackets and the common factor visible outside.. the one plus,

+(123456789+987654) thts the power of addition and if multiplied by any negative..damn the even thoughts of this shall give cold shivers.. the one in second becomes.. penurious...