...glory...

glory in being proud is not a false feeling together,

neither is this a trouble.. nor a stumbling block or a menacing weather,

that gets changed when things begin and then gradually get the sustained momentum,

towards glory of sorts...where one begins to feel proud that we as one team did not throw any tantrum,

one awkward pass.. one irrelevant foul.. just misdirects and misleads any.. who has earned the right position,

through sweats.. practices.. and hard works.. glory to these is the composition,

full of valid sagas.. gorgeous braveries..  synergies.. and efficiencies,

where on each occasion something better from these come up.. pumping out the decencies,

in products.. in services.. in behaviors.. in demanoures.. in urges.. in attitudes,

but then again its a matter of preference.. but again glory has no substitute,

glory is just the glory that one feels with in and this feeling of being proud,

becomes of part of self.. no misdirects.. no misleads...no bursting cloud.....

...when..

when the thoughts or the thinking processes sometimes tend to go wild,
then the moments emerge to be own and with own individuality.. and be of substance with earned pride,

sometimes when the litmus test that emerge.. in tries to pave certain ways,
towards people of calibers.. and some stop a few.. but why.. may be miserly are their plays,

that are foul.. coz its the earned money of some self possessed brave,
but not.. some always said.. mine.. meri hai.. meri hai.. par kaisey.. but maybe in rave,

or in angers..in outbursts.. in jealousies... well in sum.. trying to be unjust brutal, 
the time to be own and with own individuality.. and be responsive to an quintessence in mutual,

who understand the feelings of each other.. without actually anything in between is told,
ek rishta.. ek ehsaas.. ek reverent desire.. ek intezaar.. may be of some beautiful and the bold,

these writings are not on the sand.. these are engraved in heart and in mind,
and not as bad cholesterol that stick but as good one that flows and augments and does not make any blind,

when this happens then i most often tend to believe,
some very sanguine sapphire has brighten up some where.. a reason to feel fine and be of branch.. omniscient olive...

..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.....