That i am your friend...... F R I E N D

This is the poem i have written for all my friend as thank note for tolerating me for soo long, Thanks for being my FRIENDS......

One day I might let you down,

By my silly acts,

One day I might make you feel boring,

By my talks or with my silence,

One day I might make you angry so much,

You wana hit me hard,

And let me know your anger,

One day I might make you cry for,

No reason,

And still say to you, I didn’t did it,

One day i might make you feel that, I am too selfish,

Mean and not worth your friendship,

And you want to walk away from me,

With all the love and hate between us,

One day....

That day will be the day....

You need to forgive me for only reason....

That i am your friend......

F R I E N D.................

You were my friend….till I became the best(this one for is for you)

“FRIEND is just a word until u find some1.To gives it definition”

Before I start just want thank my Didi who inspire me or secretly advice me write this blog. I don’t know from where to start about her but where ever I start it will not have any end.

She had a unique dialog for me which I miss these days very much, “Tum mujhe dealing bahut dete ho”. Why she used to say this is a mystery to me also. Maybe because I always used to do things which I used to say I would not do for certain. But still she is simply the best.

As a friend I would rate her 10 out of 10 just because I don’t want to get killed by her killer looks. Her caring factor was always the best thing .She used to call me and wake me up in time for internal exam were I was usally late in college, She forced me to attend the classes because my attendance was always in the negative and best was to sit me for hours and listen my all the craps story. I still remember how you used to force me drink the juice and I used to hate u like devils but just because of that now I am not allergic to juices and all (My Mom was almost shocked when I refused coke and ordered Juice).

We are never on the same page. Either be on shopping, going to any place or be it a small burger. We fight for single piece of toffey and 5 Rs ice cream (I just remember one ice ceram is pending on you). It’s not like only you did the better I to did some of it. Like giving you always wrong advice (I still remember how I took you to mani PG and took you in wrong route), always saying,”Jo marzi ho who karo” (when it means you have to do this as I mean it) and the best is While talking in night always go to sleep and you just keep on telling me story (just you realize I am sleeping and the way you just used to give me angry looks ahhh I miss it yaar).

She had made me better person, a better friend and above all a better idiot. I used to be a dumb idiot but I am still idiot but not dumb. The things you stalled are hard to go by but even harder are to think a world without you. I am amazed how we used to fight in night and next day it used to be normal and more rocking.

To make her angry is quite but to be friends again you always need chocolates. It’s not easy to find a friend like you in this unlucky world. So please just start taking me seriously and make sure you would not loose me. but still I ever had chance to make sure what I want most it would be your friendship for whole life. After all you agreed to become my mentor and my future company CEO. So be ready and work hard because you do not like lazy person like me.

After reading this please do not be sentimental just because friends are always needed to not to be senti and make sure next time giving me better party. 

Ghaili Basantaaa (Jayant Singh)…………….Ye aaram ka maamla hai

I was thinking of so much about this situation that ultimately my keyboard just helped me to tell you all the infamous story of Jayant and his buying habit.

To start with, He is a typical Indian consumer whom you will find in every street and corner, that is most simple line in which I can define him as a consumer. In last two year I have done enough shopping with him to know what type of consumer he is. His fashion statement was redefined by his one of Ex- roommate i.e. Mr. Aman Kapoor. He was the one who told him that brand matters, so after that day he decided that he will only wear branded cloths. Even his socks are branded (Addidas) but don’t dare to see them.If you are thinking why? I think you will only know once you will smell it and after that I can surely bet you will never ever try to smell even the washed socks of our thapa bhai. It sucks man, and an advice from Khare Sahab,”Please, get some new pair of socks bro”.

Let’s get some more insight about our Thapa Bhai Exclusive Brands.His cap(Addidas), his shoes (Nike) and the even he has a woodland brand (I don’t know what to call it). Believe me this guy is really cool in term of cloths. I think last time he purchased was some trouser form PROVOGUE (ye aaram ka mamla hai) I know it is misfit but it fit on out Thapa bhai.

But he has a weakness as well, his phone. I really don’t know why he has kept that garbage phone for so long. I still remember one time I was scared to listen that ringtone in it (close to heart attack situation was that) so after that he deiced that his phone will always be on SILENT. But phone he will not change reason he has some fond memory with this phone. I know he will kill me after reading this but who care. The secrete is his ex-GF messages are stills on the phone and he just read all those message each day before he finally fall to sleep ( as told by my reliable agent Raj and Khare Shahab).I nearly cried after hearing such a emotional story of love. So next time your phone is not picked just remembers his phone is always on SILENT.

And who can forget his love for food. If you ever think of organize a party and Jayant is also invited be assured that he will order only one thing. The food that has the most cost in front of it written in menu, the last time Jayant did this was in college in some party. It turn out to be disaster for him because he was also not sure what he was easting (might be some ulta puta dish form some other country) but he finished it and in the evening Jayant was missing from room, Vikas told me he is in bathroom from evening and believe me I was laughing like mad man. For next 2 days he just avoided all the food to but later in evening he came up with better solution, that he will start exercising form the next day. For those who think he start hitting the ground running forget it, he slept next day more than any other day in year just because of mental pressure of exercising.

But still Jayant the consumer remain the same. Oh, have I told you about story of his latest laptop. Maybe next time but indeed the most interesting one is still up in my sleeves. I hope people will now recognize him as HEERA because BRAND matters for jayant

Friendship.....A mystical feeling..

Relationships………really a mystical word…..containing the essence of whole world  in itself…….father , mother , sister , brother and friends……the list continues  on …..and everyone is holding an distinct place in one’s heart ….or in one’s life …….and beyond all these there are some relations whom we cannot give a name ….they are nameless….but most important….because I think naming a relation is bounding it in some sort of boundaries …… it limits the way u can treat  other person……

One of my friend have the opinion that …you are very close to your father …good ….but when ur father becomes  your friend ….that’ s the best part of  your life ……you are very close to your brother …but when he becomes  your friend …..That’s the best moment of your life …..the same applies to sister , mother ….uncle …and all earthly relations ….

Concentrating ….i found that one thing was common in all ….

That was …..FRIEND …….this reflects that friendship is something which is distinct from all these earthly relations …..Something   which has special fragrance in itself …..This takes it beyond limit …….something which is most trustworthy……holding maximum sacrifices ……and major compromises …..

From my prospective it is the most beautiful relation found ever in this world ……but it had a darker side too……i.e when this relation breakes ….it break the person from internally…..physically as well as mentally….but then also a soft corner remains or that friend …….

Being someone friend is as quite easy as saying hello to anyone  because it is the base which starts this relation…..but  maintaining  and sustaining friendship in its full dignity and respect is an tough task to perform…..writing this had put me in a sort of confusion ….i always believed that …..friendship  is the most pious relation but with the passage of  time measuring my  friendship…..i found myself as an biggest looser……always tried to make everyone happy….but no one was …..Was it my fault …..? Or they actually didn’t deserve my friendship? Was It wrong choice of friends….? And the questions still remains unanswered…..and now I have stopped searching answer for it …..

But ya in this span of time only, there were some jewels who were and who are still standing with me in all my conditions …..they doesn’t know slightest part  of me ….still delivering  full care …full devotion  accepting me as I am….without any expectations….and I wish that I enjoy the privilege of having their friendship till the last breath o my life ……aameen…..

This whole article is dedicated to my those  stupid friends …whose continuous  torture and  threat  to write something  forced me to write  this……who know who they are ….just friends ……

With lots of love …and care too…..

Your simply …..Just friend …..

RAJ TRIPATHI……

Jagjit Singh: Ghazal lost its last King

Today god have taken away a beautiful soul on his arms from us. The king of Ghazals Jagjit Singh.
On 1941 in Rajsthan he was born in a Sikh family but the introduction of his life is not complete without his beautiful Ghazals.
Jagjit Singh was the voice of many Sayers of urdu & hindi poetry including Ghalib. He was the bridge of ganga jamuni tahjib. Who link the equality, not caste and made his music as religion to his lover.
But Time......!!!
Just can only say his famous Ghazal lines:

Admi bulbula he pani ka,
Or pani ki sathe par....
Tutha bhi he,
Dubta bhi he,
Fir ubharta he.
Fir se bahta he.
Na samunder nigal ska isko,
Na tarikh tod payi he.
Waqt ki mauz par sada bahta,
Admi bulbula he pani ka...

¤ I dedicate few lines for him...
zindgi ki tanhaio me,
ghir k jab tanha hua..
dard k pamano me dub kar,
jab jab bahe..
tab tab teri awaj sunkr,
dil se bas itna kha..
"A Dile nada tujhe hua kya",
"gam ka khajana tera bhi he mera bhi"

¤Bhari ankho se-Chalta hu

Deepak kumar “Rausa”

Few words, few feelings will be left unsaid......

Last night I was just checking some old blogs and photos I have updated on my Facebook profile and I realized how things remain unsaid or left unexpressed at some level. You either cannot say the way you feel or you cannot respond to someone feeling because at some level you never understand those things at that time.

As you take a look back at your life, you can see all those incidents where you have to say something but you were not able to do so. Either it had been your first crush of school or the first and most important farewell day in school. We miss all those chances to express our feeling. Funny thing is for first crush we do not say something to him/her just because somehow in our heart we start believing that we will be rejected.  

But school farewell is totally different from all the other feeling. I never saw the end coming after the farewell, just always thought it will be new beginning where all friends will be closer and will always be together. But after few months you realize, it doesn’t go always the way you think. So now you are all alone with one or two school friends because everybody else has to make choices for themselves and they have chosen what would be best for them. There was many school friends whom I never met afterwards, just heard about them or a little piece of news. Few months later I stopped following them or tracing them but I still want to know about few of them whom I never get chance to so good bye. I still think if you love or hate someone do let that person know or you will carry that thought all your life on your heart and shoulder with all the life.

Life moves on and you become so busy in your own life that who cares about school friends who are lost. I met few of them randomly in few place but over the time the connection have been lost. Even the phone, facebook or the emails cannot match the bonding that you used to have in school.

I hope one day my all school friends have a reunion party. I don’t know what I will do but surely this time I will thank all of them to be my friend when I don’t know what a friend means to be. I will spell few secrets and take few blames but in the end I will let them know what I thought about them. I don’t know why I realize it now that “those days where best days of my life”………….

And yet few things, few words, few feelings will be left unsaid…………….

 "Thanks you all for being my friend....."

Kavio ki zindagi kharab hoti h.....By Deepak Kumar

After months of running behind Deepak Bhai, finally He has written something for my blog. The title you may say is Inspired from his life experience and i feel poem is also. Aur agar koi kavi hindi me likhta hai aur aap usse padhte hai to aksar baatie bahut aasaan lagti hai aur lgata hai ki ye to hum bhi likh sakte the but belive me its never easy to write a single word when you know it will be seen by others, even i cannot write so good poetry. I am big fan of Urdu shayari but i think after Deepak poem my taste for Hindi poem might become better and thanks for writing a sweet poem on my blog. So its over to Deepak poem.  

Kavio ki zindagi kharab hoti h

Bahar taliya,
Ghar me galiya,
or khali parat hoti hai.

Gala faad faad kar,
dard bya karta hai.
sab ek baar marte hai,
ye baar baar marta hai.

aakash se patal tak,
fir patal se aakash tak.
rukta nahi roko isse,
juba iski bemisal hoti he.

kavio ki zindgi badi khrab hoti he..

Ek roj kahne lagi,
maa meri mujhse hi.
chor de ye lay banana,
duniya dekh,
kuch kam kar.

dohora diya maine wo sher

Zindgi ka kya pta
"Let, Kar aram kar"

jabse pita hu ma ke chimte se,
ye ankhe na jagti he na soti he.

kavi ki zindgi bdi khrab hoti he...

khush ho iss bat par,
shadi meri hui nhi.
varna aadhe saayro ki to,
bibya maha kaal hoti he.

kavio ki zindgi badi kharab hoti he.

By: Deepak Kumar 

Kuch Alfaz....

First of all to Dear Saifi---
"friends are like page in book of life,every page with different subject but best friends are the index page, covering every subject as u "

Don’t feel ki maska maar raha hu...
From the end of 3rd semester of MBA, I wished to write something on your blog but somehow it got delayed aaj..kal..parso.Finaly aaj ankhe kholi or likh diya...

Ur last note "searching result…. we'll let u know..Was honestly nice..Yes it is true fact what you have written about hr & finance. As I have also gone through the same felling. 

My few lines or you can say a small poem which i dedicate to your last blog, Raj and me.

tufano me maana faase hai ham,
jakhmo pe apne haase bhi hai ham.
umid hai sahara jarur milega,
hamko kinara jarur milega.

ladkhdate hai kabhi kadam manjilo pe,
presaniya na lenge ham dilo pe.

himat se ye aakas,ye parvat hilega,
hamko kinara jarur milega.
chalta hu…

By:
Deepak Kumar

Searching Job.........Result We will let you know!!!!!!!!!!!

This note is written for all those who are still searching the job and I think they deserve a bit of recognition in the end of the day, for hanging in there for so long and still going strong with full confidence.

Let’s go back to the 4^th semester, you go to any college campus and ask any student of final year either studious or the one who are not serious about studies. They all come alive when the season of placement start in the college. They all start buzzing about their future and start cursing college for not getting good placement. Our college was also one of them but the problem was that more strikes  were happening in the college then the placement. Even some strikes also happened for the placement.

Even though some company do came into the college but they all were all for the marketing and marketing. So the HR and finance student were left high and dry without placement. There was very little hope that we will get placement from the college. I hardly visited my placement cell. Even though I stop bothering about placement but still you want to come out of college with placement in some organization. I was no exception to that rule; I tried in first company that came in the campus. It was some software selling company,the profile was I have to call and sell the software to UK or US client. I cleared the written but GD proved to be more tough to clear. When I heard the topic I was dumbstruck, The topic was "Black and While", All the time every body was saying about black is bad color and white is good color. "I like black and it is good color" but by the time I realized or get back in GD to something, The GD was near to its end and I didn’t said a single word. All I was doing was seeing faces of each other.

So I was out of the next round but my misery didn’t end here.The next company for which I tried in the campus it also had a GD round. This time I decided to take initiative and started the GD but again bad luck struck, I was the one who was doing most of talking and not giving others enough chance to say anything. I was just like bullet whose break has been failed. But again I was not selected because of talking too much. So after that time I stopped sitting in college campus and decided to enjoy my day of this campus placement circus.

Well leave my bad luck, Maynak got placement from college but he didn’t join that org. he joined some other org. but the best part was his slogan "I am Graduate, I am Post Graduate and I have Job but Still I am SINGLE...Shame on you Girls" (see even photo to verify it), for others either they were not interested in job or already got some Jugad for placement. I was not interested in the campus placement procedure anymore but others were. In off campus also some joined the insurance selling, some joined some HR company. And rest off like us were more of struggler at that time.

"Mayank with his All time hit slogan on his tsirt"

The best part comedy happened when one of the companies came for placement in campus and only 2 students wanted to sit on the placement procedure. But they too didn’t join because they were offering 2 year contract for the job and no was ready to sign it. I stop thinking about job at that time rest I need to say is History.

My friend Deepak even updated few line for our situation at that time which I think is famous with lots of student these days:

Nateeja ek hi nikla meri kismet me nakami,

Kabhi kuch kah ke pashtaye kabhi chup rah ke pashtaye…….

I hope I will continue writing these types of things, but please see only the funny side. Earlier everyone was fighting for the job but now the situation is different they all are looking for the job change. Not everyone is happy with their job I think.

Equation and reactions........

When I was a student I used to hate that day when some of national festival or holiday happen to be Sunday. I am still the same, I hate it. Why you lose your one extra holiday just because it is Sunday. I know lots of people will agree with me but most of might not agree with me. Choose the either side you want to be, I am happy to be back the way I was.

Let’s hope next time this doesn’t happen with us. Please god does take care of it from next time onwards. For me last month has been great on all the fronts. Let me tell life after college makes you think and realize how much you miss college life.

I think of the past few months and I realize life has changed dramatically. The late night parties have stopped, phone call is limited to few people, SMS I have stopped sending just because ever TRAI have not more than 100 message( even govt. has turned against student). After college I have lost contact with most of classmates. Even they don’t seem to come on Facebook.

Even then also, I get the updates regarding all the new breakups and linkups of our classmate. Believe me there have been few. Even though I was told to not write this part but who cares.  After all that is what we want to hear from friends. Leave the gossip part but still you get to know a lot from all the friends. I still remember my time in hostel when we used to speculate about all the happenings in the college even if we were related to it or not.

And at last I got back my hunger for writing. I hope it continue for some time and get some time from my office. On a good note I do want tell you all that our STARTUP is selected in top 20 STARTUP in NASCOM. Hope we get more recognition very soon. Do like Traveltriangle.com indeed.