...to my muse

Sweet, Sexy, Creative, Intelligent, Kind, Flatterer, Talented, Naughty, Attractive, etc... hmmm well no no that's not me. but most of these adjectives can describe Manvi Manisha, our guest blogger for this post. She finally fulfilled her promise of writing something on this page and getting famous (lol sorry just kidding.. ) but yeah thanx a lot Manvi ;) muuhaaa !

... to my muse

- by Manvi Manisha
Saturday, July 23, 2011 at 11:30pm

Wondering lonely in the crowd
I saw him turning around
He was a sweetheart, cute and nice
His unmanaged hair anyone would notice outright
His smile was enough to make the heart skip a beat
He could enter ur mind without a sound or peep
And he possessed the art of getting in ur system, very deep.
Oh! How I miss him when he is not around
He wants words, cannot hear the silence that does its rounds
There are things words cannot explain
And my feelings for him surely is one of them
For all those who have ears, let them hear
This guy is special, thats clear….


This is 4 william, who is my muse. William, I know I suck and to publish this I wish u luck(oh!that rhymes)
-Manvi Manisha

As on my bed I lay

Yogita Thakur - who is she??? Well she is mad, crazy, hopeless, sarcastic, mischievous, random, funny (sometimes) and yeah a bigger cartoon than me (did I just admit I am a cartoon??... anyways yomu – that’s for another fight) … but having said all that, she is sweet, a very good buddy and very very talented ..
But still who is she?? and why do we have to give a fuck???
Lol because unfortunately she is today’s Guest Blogger
I always knew she was a silent/anonymous writer and has a very good pen, So as she usually is – when I generally approached her to do a post for this page, she did her usual nakraas .. and then very willingly said, “I’l see… give me some time” and that was when I got scared :(
Now the Title As on my bed I lay – gives so many wrong ideas, I mean given the reputation of my blog, I know you people will expect something of the XXX types, but don’t worry its not my post today..lol .. Actually given the fact that our beautiful guest blogger keeps having 100’s of crushes on regular basis.. I too got weird ideas when I read the title, but the poem is extremely sweet and I loved it.
Thanx yaar Yogita, I am very happy that you actually did this. Proud of you
you’re the best (only sometimes) ::winks and kisses(forcefully)::

As on my bed I lay

- by Yogita Thakur
Wednesday, July 13, 2011 at 10:30pm

As on my bed I lay, I think of all that I did today
Woke up late, polished off a fruit plate and then drifted aimlessly through the day.
There was a time when I could just play,
Nobody would bother, no one would say.
Life then had no worries, but now its full of queries,
What should be my career, will I get a job?
I want to break the barrier and run away from the mob.
I want to bask in the sunshine and dance in the rain,
But nothing seems to be working, neither happiness nor pain.
With all these thoughts in my mind and the future beyond sight,
I wish I might, I wish I may
Get back my childhood days silently I pray.




Well to start it off....poetry for me has alwys been rhyming words so thts wht i hv used here. All i did was type n put punctuations wherevr i felt was needed, PLZ FEEL FREE to make suggestions/comments coz m not a pro. And its seems quite amateurish but thtz rather all i could come up with (given d ur deathline, pun intended)....n sorry if its sounds grim...its just the reflection of my current state of mind.

Thanks Willy i din't know i cud ever do sumthng crazy like this...writing poems n all....damn i wasted my time in the wrong field. Ok enuf of me...hope u like it. Read away.
--- Yogita Thakur

Pyar ka punch

Ok now here is a scene from the movie pyar ka punchnama,

1. Every guy in a relationship would appreciate that I finally voiced their opinion on a broader platform.


2. Every girl in a realtionship will hate me and totaly disagree. (girls you'l can tell me why you'l disagree.. ..interested candidates will get my number later .. ::winks::)

I just enjoyed the scene - you enjoy too :)

sabse bada rupaiya

Ok so besides being the theme pic ... it will also help you check if your 1000 Rs note is real or fake .. so yeah .. thank me later .. just go remove all your 1000 Rupees notes and start checking ... hmmm you can also give them to me, if your running out on time ... il check them for you .. huh ? yeah yeah I'll return them all back ... stories of my honesty are told far and wide! :P

Anyways we shall discuss stories of my honesty some other time... actually that makes for a good blog ... probably IndiaRank will rank me #1 after reading it!! ..

Now after this whole lokpal bill thingy going on and baba Ramdev drama there are a lot of funny pics coming up on the net ... now I am not some serious follower or writer on politics ... so I decided to upload a few of such pics that I like..



:P oh shit sorry !! .. just got carried away ... ahem ahemm ...

hmmmm lets try again .. .

R@!NY D(-)Y

I have been obliged by a little cute girly today ... Janice Raquela Mendonca .. hehe yeah the name is kinda bigger than her ... after reading her very touching poems on her notes on FB, when i approached her to write me a post for this category of my blog .. i remember her say very modestly "I am not a poet" ... well i said "I know your not" and finally convinced her !!

today she did this post in less than and hour and surprised me ...

Thank you Janice once again ... I hope that the wisdom tooth does not take away your poetic touch!!


Rainy Day
-by Janice Raquela Mendonca
Friday, June 10, 2011 at 4:50pm

I fall asleep to the rain hitting the floor outside the widow

Drip drop, drip drop

The sadness of the sky , the dullness of the day and memories of the past

Drip drop , drip drop

Memories of everlasting pain and tears of betrayal

Drip drop , drip drop

But without the bad times how could we appreciate the good times ?

Drip drop, drip drop

As I walk outside the rain drops on baby trees that are bound to grow and soak into flower seeds that are certain to bloom

Drip drop, drip drop

The rain drops from a tourists umbrella to the sidewalk rushing towards the sewers

Drip drop , drip drop

I used to think of rainy days as reminders of pain

Now I think of them as beautiful

Drip drop , drip drop

As the rain drains so does my hidden pain

Drip drop , drip drop


Splash

my wisdom is in my eyes and hands,
wat i see i write …

- Janice Raquela Mendonca

The taxiwala gyan !!

hmmm this section - well its a new tag \ category called ‘Guest Blogger’ !! So what about it ?? .. hmmm its my attempt to get non bloggers to do a post for me here !! Thus giving their talent a new platform and giving my monotonous blog a lil bit of variety !! Ok this guest blogger idea is fully mine as far as I know but I would however not claim copyrights on this one.. cz if a nut like me can think of this .. I am sure many other nuts can do so too :P .. lol ok enough of bragging

I was late for work (yeah once again) so took a cab - Maruti 800 (hey i love these Maruti 800 and santro cabs <3) -- The driver looked in his late 40's, more than normally tanned and the accent said he was a South Indain (well no offense there .. that was the best i can describe a guy {any guy for tht matter}).

We had just crossed the Metro junction, when a speeding biker ran passed us, ofcourse saved passed us as this cabby kicked his breaks as hard and quick as he could!

"yeh saale ek din aise hi marenge!!! par unko koi nahi bolta sir! sab taxi wale ki hi marte hai!" He snapped telling me how dozens of bikers get saved like this everyday.. not only cabs but every four wheeler has to deal with such reckless bikers everyday!!

"Risky hai sir .. thok dega toh public taxi wale ko blame karti hai... aur emergency mein break marega toh pichuwala apne ko thok deta hai .. aur gaali alag se" he went on as we stopped at the red light near Xavier’s college .. .

The single turned green and just before he could hit the accelerator a biker changed lanes and over took us ... now riding right in front of our bumper :) ...

"Sab chutya hai saale!" came an expected remark while I smiled... "Road ke bich mein chalayen ge! Anna two wheeler hai toh side mein chalao na .. badi gadi ko side do ... ya ek lane pakad ke chalao ... lane change karke hamari be lane ki maa-bhen karte hai" :)

I didn’t ask him his name, but the man was really upset with having to go through all this everyday... he went ahead and questioned the governments ability, saying that they should take a note of thousands of bikers dying due to accidents, he suggested we should have three small lanes left-center-right (enough to let 2 bikes pass simultaneously on each lane) and every bikers should just move on those lanes with respect to the direction they have to go ... at any cost they should not ride outside their respective lanes ... he was sure that this would minimize the accidents, as cars and bikes would move on completely different lanes without crossing paths ..

Now that’s a fantastic idea and although the idea makes a lot of sense.. I wonder how much of it can be implemented on our roads, given that most of them are narrow to hold separate lanes for bikes and cars and the rest have been dug open to build some fancy skywalks (which i think will take forever to get ready) ..

More than happy with his idea, I reached C.S.T and paid him the fare just to hear him thank me and say..

"aise jinda toh rahenge saale!!"

Few old sketches ....