India me aisich hota

I was at the delhi airport last week, I noticed an old man arguing with the officer at the security check. Here's how their coversation was.

"Officer I am travelling all the way from USA. No one stopped this item till now. How can u say you wont allow this? "

Officer replies "Sorry sir, We can't allow this. In India this is sharp Item"

:O

My sunshine

Written on request by MNK- who is currently composing a tune for this song.
Naveen , copy right petta choodu
© MNK

i'm feeling good in a special way
ur smile takes my breath away
you are the sunshine that makes my day

My heart soars in the cloudless sky,
like a bird i'm gonna fly
let me soak up all the morning rays
i'm feeling good in a special way
you are the sunshine that makes my day

your smile lights up the skies
when the sunlight twinkles thru ur sparkly eyes
I long to watch that special sunrise
i'm feeling good in a special way
you are the sunshine that makes my day

my pain has gone with yesterday
life seems pristine today
a special gift from the new day
i'm feeling good in a special way
you are the sunshine that makes my day

No entry

Sign in a temple "No entry for slippers!!"

I'd want a pair that could enter on it's own!

Happy memories in WASE

Such wonderful days they were
I had to study no more
Tired of having so much fun
I went to visit a friend of mine

She said there was an interview
Please accompany me.. will you?
I went coz i had nothing better to do
was surprised as she did not, but I got through

Confident yet scared I stood in line
Telling myself everything would be fine
Saw a lady pushing everyone as she walked
came to know later, she holds ur hand when she talks

A quiet looking girl came over
and said let us go in together
we ended up sitting together for more than a year
She did DCI, I did KM, but we were still near

A fair, cute girl told me we were destined to meet
we missed meeting earlier, that we meet is fate.
A dimpled girl rode on my bike and we were quite a pair
from pani puris to bus rides we had a lot to share

The curly haired brat was such a pain
I swore I'd trip her if I'd meet her again
Slowly she danced her way into my heart
Now, only a mirror can tell us apart.

The lanky girl asked if my body doesn't ache
thanks to my heavy earrings and long drives on my bike
She dances with gusto and her song is loud and clear
She is so much fun to be with and is such a dear

The bright eyed girl wanted to know if i wore lipstick
A laugh riot I tell you, she's one funny chic
I fought with the short boy coz he wanted to sit in the front
I did not know back then that he was stuffed with talent

The wild haired boy wondered if i lost my hair band
He was the right seasoning in a life which was bland
Exams, movies, lunches, dinners and bike rides too
Together all the time, ppl joked that we were stuck with glue

The chubby boy was interesting so we chatted
'sir, ma'am will u please listen?' The faculty requested
The fair boy's baby I stole, coz it looked underfed
He probably thinks I'm a bitch and fame is all I wanted

The long haired girl gave everything an artistic touch
To wear a saree she does not need a reason as such
The fair skinned girl and the talkative boys took the same bus
Journeys to work were never boring for us

The two skinny boys taught me how to dance
the lanky girl got one in a trance
I chat with the other one almost everyday
I wonder why he's not online today

Fifteen hundred days and a hundred new faces
Each with a different Mindset, all from different places
I wouldn't really say they were wonderful days
But these are a few happy memories from WASE

Someone could be jealous of you!

This is something my buddy pinki wrote.. and I love it



I was waiting for the office bus to arrive, with my face clutched in a tight frown

In a minute the bus would be here and I will reach my desk even before the crack of dawn.

Cursing my inabilities for being stuck with this worthless job,

I glared at my watch in anguish. . . Bus should have been here by now!!



Someone tapped on my shoulder, taking no notice of my angry gaze

I turned around with reluctance; and there stood my friend with a sparkling smile on her face

With her vision locked on my ID card, she enquired all about my unworthy job

It was so apparent she was looking for one such post, it made no sense that I started whining to her about my ill-fated course

I was in no mood to talk… thankfully she left soon. I guess she sensed my hesitance.

A loud horn creaked into my ears … it was my office bus that braked through my thought process,

I looked at my watch again, today it is Five minutes late…!!



I grinned slightly as a little something popped in my mind,

May be there really is nothing to worry about, happiness could be within me only if I try to find

I suddenly started to feel creditable for my worthy job

Coz while I was mourning my life, Somebody envied me and my ID card!!

Jodi jail ki!! It's a long story

This is something my friend naveen and i created when we got bored chatting!!
Each one of us put in one line and ended up with this hilarious??? story. Here goes!


*ing: Mimo chakroborthy as Mehul, Reema sen as priya, Tanisha as shipra, sai kumar in a double role as constable gaithonde and binoy
Our hero is called Mehul, mehul mitra
and he is in Darjling NDA acadamy
Our heroine studies architechture in kolkata
still in college u c :)
mehul is court marshalled becoz of his conduct, he smokes alot
now he is in search of job
there is one job opening for aerobic trainer in kolkata..
Shipra is an intern with the guy who is building the aerobics centre
Mehul is in kolkata, he didnt like the job so he wants to go back to his native himachal
He prefers hill stations :) mehul is the name of a hill
So mehul goes to railway station to book tickets
shipra is planning a trip to shimla with her friends
mehul has no reservation he cant go back !!can he come with her ???
shipra is waiting for one of her friends in the railway station he did not turn up
okay mehul received a call from binoy he says !! he is stuck at some imp work
so he wants to pass a mesg to a girl named shipra at station
as mehul is at railway station
:D
Mehul finds shipra's seat number and goes to meet her in that seat he sees a girl with big glasses reading a book
ya ! mehul requests,,,, no no begs her for ticket
she denies
Then mehul throws her bag and train leaves and she gets down
and scolds him for throwing her bag down :D
then he says im sorry shipra but i was angry
the girl says my name is not shipra
then he checks the seat number to find out he got into wrong compartment :P
then he promises her to take shimla next week as tickets are avialable
the girl says she has to get into the train as she has to reach simla urgently
then mehul calls railway station and tells them there is a bomb in the train
and takes her and runs to next station
and mean while the train is stopped and is delayed by 2 hrs
on the way he finds out that the girls name is priya and she has an interview to attend in simla
okay priya says she has 4 tickets to simla, priya and mehul stats liking each other
and shipra starts liking binoy!!
but binoy did not come??
mehul tells about binoy !!
and priya is ex girl frind of binoy
and shipra gets arrested as she is really carriying the bomb
and inspector gaithonde ... is person who arrests
then we find out priya put the bomb in shipras bag as she hates shipra
:D
coz she likes binoy
then mehul kills binoy and gaithonde arrests mehul
and priya and mehul live happly in jail
shipra and mehul are convicted in the same case so they travel to court everyday
:D
in jail??
they don;t keep them in the same jail!!
okay mehul and priya live happly separately in different jails

Jodi jail ke !!
It's a loooooong story!!

Platform no 5

I went to the railway station last week to see my mom off on a piligrimage. The train was at platform -4. As I walked up the bridge to get to platform number 4, I saw the board "Way to platform no 5". This brought back a very funny memory.

Last year my family (me, mom 'n dad) , my aunt and two of my cousins (her kids) were to go on a trip to vizag. On that day my sis and I were to start @ work around 3:30 PM and reach the railway station. Though we work in the same area we planned to go seperately.I was to board the train @ secunderabad with my parents, and she at nampally with her mom and bro.

I reached the station at 4:45 pm and was waiting for the train on platform no 1. My bro called me at that time and asked me where I was, I said I was waiting on the platform for the train. He said ok and cut the call. I confirmed from a porter if I was on the right platform and he said yes.

After a few minutes, my bro called me again and he was literally bellowing into the phone "Where are you? The trains about to start."

I thought the train was to depart at 5:45. But he said no, it's leavin right now. I asked him if my parents had reached but he did not reply. I was in total confusion. There was no train on platform no 1. I asked him which platform and he said platform no 5. And then I ran, I must have never run harder in my life, I run quite fast for my height, but it had been ages since I ran. I reached platform no 5 in exactly 30 seconds.

By this time my brother was shouting into the phone. He was like "get into ANY compartment. you can find us later. The train is moving" but the train on platform on 5 was not moving. It was a train to vizag, but it was NOT moving. I told him the same. He said "we are on godavari express. platform no 5 does not mean 1-2-3-4-5. It means 1, 2-3, 4-5" This was exactly how he said it. I WAS on the right platform. But the train was not moving AND it was not godavari.

Here's the conversation between us. I'm writing it in telugu as we spoke.

He: ayyo train vellipotundi. ekkava leda? (the trains moving. are you on board or not?)
Me(still running, pushing and shoving): Ledu ee train ikkade undi.ma mummy vallu ekkara? (No, the trains not moving yet. Are my folks there?)
He(agitated): Train vellipoyindi. nuvvu tondaraga secunderabad vellu. akkada catch cheyyi. ( The trains left. You go to secunderabad quickly and catch the train there.)
Me(took a few seconds for what he said to sink in): Nenu secunderabad lone unnanu. (I am at secunderabad).

And then both of us started laughing our heads off. I told him I'll talk to him after THEY come to secunderabad and cut the call. Then I slowly dragged myself back to platform no 1, bought myself a coooooold drink and sank onto a bench. I could not even laugh as I was alone and people would think I was mad.(I very much looked the part, thanks to all the running.) Finally, my parents reached the station and I told them what happened. after some time the train arrived. and the moment we saw each other all of us started laughing again. It then struck me that I never mentioned to my aunt or cousins that I would board the train at secunderabad. They assumed I would come to namaplly as it was closer to where I work.

Journeys to vizag were never so much fun :)

English again

Notice spotted on the rear of a car.. "for rash driving and accidents please call 99-------" Well I do have plans of getting my STM lecturer involved in an accident:)

Regret???

Sign on a petrol bunk-
" Petrol bunk closed for renovation. Please regret the inconvenience" :)

I wish I were a poet

One of my early works! wrote this when I was 11 years old.

I wish I were a poet
With words I would play,
I'd write verses sweet,
My thoughts, they would portray

I'd write about the river,
Maybe about the flower,
A little about the dove,
surely about peace and love

I'd write about life,
'bout a man and his wife
I'd pen things crazy
'bout the rose and the daisy

I know my poem is silly
Told you am no poet
I wish hard, truly
I wanna be a poet!

Neekosam

This was something I wrote after a conversation with a friend in college.. she wanted to say all this to someone but never could.. babes.. this is dedicated to you!

ప్రతి క్షణం నీ పేరునే పలుకుతూ
ప్రతి నిమిషం నిన్నే కలవరిస్తూ
ప్రతి మనిషిలో నిన్నే చూస్తూ
ప్రతి దారిలో నిన్నే వెతుకుతున్నా

నా ప్రతి శ్వాస నీకంకితం
నా ప్రతి పలుకు నీ కోసం
నా ప్రతి అడుగు నిన్ను చేరుతుందని నమ్మకం
నా ప్రతి తలపులో నీ జ్ఞాపకం

ఎలా చెప్పను నువ్వే నా ప్రాణమని
ఎలా చెప్పను నీ పైనే నా ధ్యానమని
ఎలా చెప్పను నువ్వంటే అభిమానమని
నువ్వు నా కోసమే పుట్టావని, అనుమానమని

నువ్వు దూరమవుతావని భయంగా ఉన్నా
నీ మనసులో నే లేనని తెలుసుకున్నా
నీ స్నేహమే నే కోరుతున్నా
నువ్వు నవ్వుతావని తెలిసినా ఇలా రాస్తున్నా

Stupidity at it's best

I'm writing this stupid poem
when i was supposed to study
If I write this in my exam,
Will my grades be steady?

My thoughts seem to waver,
I cannot even think,
I've wasted so much paper,
Even a lot of Ink!

This poem better be good
coz I've wasted so much time
I'm not able to brood
and just not able to rhyme

This poem seems real fine
nothing much to mend
But, there's a problem with the last line..
How is it supposed to end ?????

I Think

As a new day dawns
I lay thinkin'
The world still snores and yawns
But I lay thinkin'!

As the night went by
All the stars an' the moon
would beg n cry,
please sleep soon!

But I could never sleep,
As I thought of you
My thoughts so deep,
My feelings true!

I thought and thought,
all through the night,
with sleep I fought,
using all my might!

Here comes the day,
Now I have a new worry,
awake I still lay,
My thoughts hazy and blurry!

Now I womder,
Try as hard as I may,
I'll catch up on my slumber,
I'm gonna sleep at work today

The Chamber of secrets

Yeah.. dat's my brain... you can say that's one of the sides of being a good friend to so many ppl.. every body confides in you...or may be you are a good friend coz they know you can be trusted...

But then there are tough times when u get to hear both sides of the story from two warring parties.. you want to scream at one saying I know you are lying.. but you can't coz U DON;T KNOW!!

Or when you know someone has wronged someone else.. they think you don't know what they've done.. and they go on about punishing such ppl.. sometimes you feel like asking.. do u feel that way about urself too?

Taare zameen par

The second movie I saw was Taare zameen par..

Speechless! That was how the movie left me. I'm a fan of serious cinema.. though I rarely get a chance to watch them.. But this film, entertaining though it was, it got me thinking..

I was already told that this movie was stupendous so I started watching it with very high expectations.. and it met my expectations and some more.. now that is what is called a true MOVIE.. it really moved me

Darsheel safary is an amazing find, I could sense aamir peeking through in many scenes.. but then, how many 10 year olds do you find who can imitate aamir khan so well :)

Aamir khan himself was amazing.. I've been a fan since I saw sarfarosh.. guess he stocked up his best for his directorial debut..

Most of my frenz who already saw the movie told me that it made them cry..and I was surprised that I did not shed a single drop throughout (I cried when renuka shahane dies in hum aapke hai kaun and even when team india won the final in chak de!)

The movie made me happy, extremely happy. I was cheering ishaan when he tries to learn.. and nobody must have clapped harder when he wins the prize... And then it happened.. I could not hold back the happiness I had stored within... Letting you in on a little secret.. I never cried so much in my life (while watching a movie).

What a beautiful way to say just coz you don't do things the way others want u to.. does not mean u r no good at all.

Another thing I was thinking was what a hypocrite aamir khan is.. he talks about helping people with problems while locking up his own Schizophrenic brother .. Strange are the ways of the world.

Movies ahoy!!

I saw two very interesting movies today.. both sending a subtle but important message.. to maine socha.. why not shout out the message for those who do not take hints...

The message was simple DO NOT TAKE WEAKLINGS FOR GRANTED!!

The first movie was 'The Ant bully' the story of Lucus a little boy who is bullied by the kids in his street.. 'Coz they're big and he's small' Lucus in turn bullies the ants in his garden.. The ants are scared of him and call him 'peanut-the destroyer'

The ant wizard concocts a potion and shrinks lucus the size of an ant and takes him to the colony where he is sentenced to live as an ant. how lucus becomes a good 'ant' and how he saves the colony from the 'cloud breather (exterminator)' forms the rest of the story.
The ants teach lucus to work in a team, to live for each other and other such things we humans don't do so often..
Some lines from the movie which I really loved

1- When lucus cries an ant observes ' so when humans r sad they leak from their faces'
2- He is a true ant, hard on the outside soft on the inside... :)

AM I NOBODY??

As a kid I was always told I was second best...
Someone always had more marks,a better voice,
someone was fair.. someone was more beautiful.. everyone was taller, .. and yeah.. richer!!

Whenever we had any family get togethers I was made to work like hell and when I looked worse ppl were too embarassed to introduce me to the rest coz I was too dark skinned... I was young but it made an impression... I remember when I was taunted for someone else;s mistakes.. just because I was there.. just bcause I was a kid.. a NOBODY!!

I had made up my mind right then.. that I would be somebody to be proud of...

Things have been going well... but I somehow forgot that my appearance matters... and again the same taunts came...

Just a few days ago, someone said to me.. 'what is special about you.. apart from your so many talents..something which you cannot personally show thru to people.. ur ugly.. and that's about it!!'

I was shocked beyond words.. I had no answer.. I just had to resign to the fact that I'm ugly! I was depressed , I felt useless and wasted...

And it was then that I came across something a dear friend wrote about me... and then some more.. I realised that there is something special after all ...'ME'

I realised that after a few years these so called beauties will be remembered for what they 'were' But I will be known for what 'I AM'.. No I do not begrudge anyone for how they look... nor do I say I dont care.. I do.. and I make an effort to look good... but then.. I understood that what matters the most is something which has nothing to do with physical beauty..

All these days I heard only one thing ppl tried to tell me ' ur ugly' and failed to notice all the ' I adore u's, 'ur amazing's, 'u inspire me's and 'u make me feel gr8's...

Just wanted to tell all those ppl who felt like me sometime in their lives.. guys.. there's a lot more to life than looking good (it doesn't hurt though :P )
BE YOU!! Let ur real beauty shine through.. the world will be blinded by your radiance...

I also want to thank my dear friend who made me realize my worth.. thanks S

No time to stop

I woke up in a bed of thorns, covered by droplets of dew,
Unhurt, fresh and tender, All set to face the world anew

I looked around to wish the morning sun, all I could see was grey and red
I tried to breathe in the fresh air, all I could breathe was poisonous lead

Disappointed though I was, I knew better than to lose hope
There lay a long day ahead, and I was not the kind to mope

And when the people moved about, I tried to look my best as I smiled
All I hoped for was an admiring glance, A smile from an adult or the touch of a child

The people ran about , darting from chore to chore
Their lives were so busy, I wonder if they remembered to breathe anymore

I waited the whole day , Hoping some one would care
Finally I wilted , filled with sadness and despair

The world is too vain to notice, Too busy I suppose
The people have no time, To stop and admire a rose

A standstill...!! that is where life is at now..

no hectic schedules, no returning home late.. no reassuring people that their work would be done..

No racking brains over my 'lack' of creativity.. a successful event done.. but there's still a void...

I don't feel happy.. I hurt people in the bargain.. not that they were 'good people'... but then i did something i never did in life.. I hurt somebody.. Well i do take people I love for granted.. but I never hurt an outsider.. in all .. I know people think of me as some kind of a bitch... my lashing out might not have been right... but.. who knows the pain these people caused?

I stood up for a cause.. for honesty, for morals, for values.. But I lost my self esteem... found a few new frenz.. but then you never know if they are to remain or to move on... I did lose a few important ppl in my life too.. and found the true colors of a lot of ppl i thought were frenz..

I'm confused and lost! That is all i have to say..

How long is long enough?

Sometimes it takes ages to get to know a person.. sometimes it needs just a day..
A lifetime of mistakes can take someone away from you.. one harsh word can do the same..
Twenty three years of life.. hundreds of aquaintances.. you love some, you hate some, you're not sure about some and you hardly know some..

I wonder how much time would one consider 'long enough' to know a person... one day you suddenly realize.. u hardly know a person you've 'known' for years...

And then there are people who are around all the time.. I hardly had time to bond with them.. been busy all the time with whatever I was doing.. and when I knew they might not be around... I realized how important a part of my life they have been.. and I never bothered to acknowledge it..

When I look back at times we fought, cracked up @ silly jokes, pulled each other's legs, cared for one another.. I realize how I took for granted that we will all be together forever..

I know all you idiots are too lazy to read this.. but wanna tell all my buddies out there that I love you all (more or less ;) )

I can't speak my mind

Does it freak you sometimes when people take offense whenever you open your mouth to speak? If ppl don't let me speak my mind.. then I'll write my mind.. or rather 'key in' my mind...

Slowly but surely I'm losing friends... coz I chose to speak the truth... why ask for an opinion if you can't handle it.. I might as well vent my ire on the web.. than on innocent beings.... They can't really listen to the truth.. they can read it if they want to...

I sound incohorent.. coz I'm sleepy... gnite!!

Run to you

This is one poem I really love.. coz it was really heartfelt... dedicated to a dear friend.
But if I'd write it today I'd probably call it something else.. coz he equations hav changed

I lay here today... thinking of the times past...
Thinking of the day we met... boy!! Time does fly fast...

I was alone then... With no one to talk
Awkward and lonely... I felt like a gawk

One day I heard laughter...
Ringing in my ears long after.

I yearned to know who it belonged to,
...surprised to know it was you.

I wondered if I ever saw you before...
Well, I was never the kind that would explore

I wished I could laugh like you
Wished, my smile would be as genuine and true.

For once I knew someone... Whom I really did not know…
But whose smile made my happiness grow...

You sat there one day smiling at me
'Twas a very sweet smile ... I have to agree

I thought I’d speak to you just to bide time
For once I spoke to someone forgetting who I am

I thought you were just an acquaintance...
Never thought we could become friends


Now I know, I know it's true…
When I feel down, when I feel blue …
When problems are many, smiles are few
My dear friend I knew... I could RUN TO YOU

The people watcher

I used to sit on the park bench,
watching the world go by
from dawn till dusk each day,
I would see them laugh and cry



for I had nowhere to go
no place to call my own,
the bench was my home,
where I spent time alone



I would watch with the plant
with her leaves and stem
people living their life,
unaware I was watching them

The little girl who would cry,
coz her friends wouldn't play
she was too little for them,
they asked her to go away.

The couple who would meet,
everyday on the sly
they would chat away happily
away from every prying eye

Te young neighbourhood maid
who after a hard day's work,
would sit under the tree
and rest till dark

Mommies and their kids,
would come in the evening,
and have fun playing,
through autumn and spring.

For days months and years ,
Isat there and observed
moments of love, joy and sorrow,
in my memory were preserved

Tday was the end of my journey,
the journey of my life
it's time I rested,
away from hunger and strife

I lay there knowing
there is no one who would see
that the unknown tramp,
would no longer be

a kind soul took notice
not alive as I am
buried me right next to the bench
where I had spent all my time

now I hear people say
the empty bench is not the same
where did he go? the unknown tramp?
'The people watcher' that was his name