No more Falling .. lets Fly.. :P

Falling in love is one the greatest feeling one could have.. 

but Falling with "LOVE" ?????

Seriously don't know how to sum up how it feels and since i can't explain how it feels doesn't mean you have to "fall with love" to know how it feels.. 

now u getting how it feels :P

it is said one need to be careful with words.. 

So m carefully witnessing how careless i was at thing (bragging) i was good at..

Brag a lot.. but keep touching a wood.. :P

Brag no. 1.. I don't remember i ever got skid while riding...

Brag no. 2.. Gawd i hate when it rains and vehicle moving ahead sprinkle the muddy water on my shirt.. 

 

Brag no. 3.. the seat is wet n dirty ( cz of rain) .. my new jeans will get messy.. :P ( This one is not from me )

Brag no. 4.. My personality is seen as an inspiration by other guys, especially the fat guys :P

Consequences ....

Consequence no. 1.. I skid.. injuring not only joints in my body but even the innocent companion ( who hv a history fr skidding in the rains).... :P

Consequence no. 2 .. i surely helped myself from getting my new t-shirt sprinkled by muddy water.. instead i gave it a best shot with mud .. dressed the mud over my t-shirt :P

Consequence no. 3.. You no more have to worry about your new jeans getting messy .. cause its no more "New".. n ur sis did want a torn jeans na.. its my gift to her.. :P :P

Consequence no. 4.. that inspiring body did got torn slightly.. but will again be the role model within 2-3 days

Gawd.. i ended up bragging again.. :P

with so much teaching and lessons i have learned yesterday.. i do have some questions to the great almighty..

Dear God..

Don't have to ask how are you? cause you toh obviously fine up there.. but me down here is not that fine.. sincere thanks to you fr that..

The busy person like you really impressed me..

Despite having so much to do in a day.. you found time to punish me.. huh?? 

You gave the result of so many exams you have taken on the same day..

yaar, do teach these university people na.. they keep delaying in taking exam and delay even more to publish the result.. :P

Though i am not happy with so many results (consequences) you have provided on the day of exam itself..

Still its oyk.. cause i am good at ignoring ise bhi ignore kar diya .. :P

btw.. punishing me for my deeds is fine.. par mere sath sath kisi aur ki geography kyun bigadi..??   >:O

Woh toh my heroine saying "We're gonna look back at dis n laugh" ..

isliye sparing you this time .. but do keep in mind jiska hisab jiss se hi.. :P

nyways my hands hurts while m writing to u.. again thanks to you..

Yours...

Recently punished Believer

anyways.. so much about Falling.. 

i have a better option to avoid falling...

Lets Fly in Love.. :)

On this Flying note.. 

won"t say sorry this time for all that happen.. but will surely laugh over this in near future.. :P

Be yourself and Hold me Always.. 

Gaurav J.

Alcoholic tharra.. nonsense Bum..oops Rum :)

Tu saath dega na mera.. ?? 

me - kya ?? 

Tu saath dega na mera ?? zindagi bhar?? chahe kuch bhi ho jae??

( ohh .. i forget to tell u.. this is my talli frnd on call with weird question (what else could u xpect from talli's) )

me -  kaisi bateein kar rha h ... kya hua?? 

Talli - tu dega na mera sath, dost??

me - tune pee rakhi h.. ??

Talli  - dost .. tu bata .. tu h na mere sath hamesha..

me - ha bhai hamesha.. in everything .. tere liye sab kuch..  ( in serious tone, trying to hide my laughter)

Talli - bahut kutte log h yaha ?? sale B******** .. bas tu hi h .. 

( huh ?? kya who m i??)

me - ha baba me hi hu..  hua kya ye bata.. ( was enjoying his unconscious high voice) 

Talli - sale G**** paise kha gaye .. n ab de nahi rahe.. pii ke baithe h sale.. bolte h denge hi nahi..


( haan haan.. saying as if.. khud ne to bisleri ka paani piya ho :p)

me - koi nahi re.. bhul ja.. tu mast abhi soja.. kal baat karenge..

Talli  -  dost ek tu hi mera dost h.. baki koi nahi.. koi bhi nahi.. tujhe koi bhi dikkat aaye..dost .. to bol mujhe.. jaan luta lunga tere liye..

me- chal ab soja.. me hu.. sab dekh lunga..

Talli  - bas dost.. tune bol diya.. ab sote h.. tu h bas.. aur kuch nahi chahiye.. byee dost...

( Damn .. why i asked him to say bbyee.. missed more dose of fun )

and this is a verdict that happened..  when a drunk dear frnd of mine called me..

As it is said a drunk man says the language of his heart..  

i filled overwhelmed with this very unconscious conversation and his repetitive use of "Dost" .. sala varna "dost" ki jagah dk bose se kam to bolta hi nahi..     

though i am not very habitual to witness such talli session around me

( i guess , i m missing too much fun )

though i do have some short experience that i learned from people and frnds around me..

• I remember my frnd calling me n saying " was High yesterday n gave the bar tender Rs. 500 for a drink worth Rs. 100 "

• I split the ice cream i ate on floor and a drunk friend of mine picked that and didn't let that ice cream go waste.

and the interesting one .. 

a frnd of mine dictated me .. what her frnd did...

•  This gal was obviously high and was flying high with naughty and witty thoughts and yepp actions too ( guys.. don't think too much.. )

so what she did was.. she went to watchman of the pub and said .. "mere pass BOMB hai BOMB "..

watching got perplexed.. what this silly drunk gal talking about.. ??

she again said.. " mere pass BOMB hai BOMB.. "

and turned her back to him and put her hand on her bum ( dheka in Gujrati) and said ..
" bum bum.. mere bum" :P

Though there are lots of incidents that have occurred around me .. but the first hand experience is still missing..
so just in case, any of my drunker friend is reading this, feel free to have me as a company around you during your next drinking session..
many of my friend use to ask..  "don't u drink ?? no need to lie.. bata de"
so the answer to this question is ..

M to always HIGH.. got my personal drug to keep me swing into another world.. 


and as it is said,

A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.

So, get drunk and show your true character ..
coz talli h zameen .. talli h asmaan..
sab talli h yahaan.. :P

you going.. me bbyee..
oopss..

me going you stay.. ( alcoholic bateein made me little unconscious)
gawd...

in short Tata..


Gaurav J.

Be yourself and hold me always.. :)

my Few means "you"

Finally i did manage some time to write something ..

its really strange how things started up beautifully turns more and more beautiful each passing moment giving an essence of awesomeness.. :)

"NOTHING" you for making that happen.. :)

and this is the result of this awesomeness that i managed to pen down something out of my fokat ki busyness :P

if you thinking i have written any crap out here, the one you could laugh at.. then laugh out loud at urself.. 

its April fool, month meant to fool others..

and you are in the process of being fooled.. 

cause its not "any" but all crap.. but not the one to laugh at..

Gawd !! how could someone be so smart.. that by writing bogus comments he could make this blog look long...

especial thanks to my engineering faculties who keep asking for filling the sheets with shit.. oops i said shit.. but its much more worse then that.. 

but Since, nothing is posted on this space from long.. 

a touch of little worthwhile should be shown... 

So to make them know.. here's tht "few" clue you can give a view..  ( it rhymed :P) 

few things that you are so eager to express yet they are left unsaid...

few people to whom you want to show how much you care for them but find hard to reflect...

few feelings that pinches you every second but you find it hard to convey...

few moments that are so lively in memory that u can't stop smiling remembering them..

few relations so immensely developed that you can't imagine a substitute to them...

few friends who happened to be like ur family but it hurts when this family breaks ... 

few dreams you have nurtured but awaited for the wings to grow in order to fly...

few words that you want to say.. but keep waiting for the right moment...

few "few's" though counted as few yet makes majority of "you"...

Each one of us have few someone's who eventually lite up our world and become someone especial.. 

Gawd.. too much senti is not my taste... must wash my face and set myself back into me.. 

Till then... 

Discover the especial one's around you and stay connected.. 

be yourself and hold be always.. :)

Gaurav J.

CakeY Diaries ..

Birthday... whose dictionary meaning is An anniversary of the day on which a person was born..

and acc. to one of a famous encyclopedia ... its a day when u r treated as celebrity, when others wait in queue to calls n wish you.., the day when u get surprises .. :)

Though in my case, Birthday's is a day on which you spend most of your time bathing ( n times ), seeing ur friend's cutting ur b'day cake.. , beating u as if u are a villain of South Indian movie, taking a treat apart from what they already getting.., and u hoping not to ruin any surprise.. and end up doing it... :P

The number of cake wars i have gone though is the reason i hate Cakes ( though i don't mean it literally)...

but talking about my b'day without the description of cakes would be unjustified.. 

so.. here's a cakey shakey incidents that makes my day more messy.....

March 10 year 2011 

00:00 hours 

was on call.. when one of my friend disclosed  " ye log abhi tak nahi aaye " :P

and there ws no more surprise.. 

they came .. did my GPL.. cut my cake, ate cake.. gave me a cake bath and went away...  

and i spend rest of my night shampooing...

Morning 7:00 hours 

Got ready for college.. was waiting for bebo- kurrent as we had the same bus stop.. 

i sensed something fishy that how could they be on time today.. 

but before i could make out anything .. dhapp.. a spoiled cake was on my face..

again, they cut another cake, i saw them cutting it, they ate cake, i toh already had cake bath and spend another half hour bathing..

Noon 13:00 hours 

Venue college canteen..

This time i did got the chance to cut the cake.. was enjoying the b'day song they were humming...

and out of the blues came another cake... dhappak.. and ho gaya Satyanash..

though i cut the cake.. they ate the cake.. were enjoying cold drinks when i was busy cleaning myself...

ye thi 2010 ki kahaani... then came 2012 ki baari...

10 March ' 2012

00:00 hours

had already seen di hiding the cake...to surprise already got popat.. 

10 of my friend have wished me before 12.. again i smelled something fishy..

took a look outside home.. came disappointment .. no surprise ..  :(

cut the cake.. ate the cake.. pick some more calls .. my nocturnal frnd went asleep.. 

and i dreamed open eyed...

Morning

9:30 hours

was just leaving house to bring some Mithai ( i don't wanna say "sweets" :P ).. saw my friends ganging at a distance and a smile is what i had on my face.. 

ek aur surprise ka bhandafod.. :P 

they came ... cut the cake.. ate the cake.. gave me the cake bath.. they had breakfast.. i came back after shampooing.. had a piece of cake... dhapp.. again got a cake bath...

took the bath.. they did my GPL.. now i have nothing more to say than " It hurts "....

they looted me with a pre treat.. watched kahaani.. after spoiling my kahaani...

Evening

7:00 pm onwards..

finally it was my party call, first real one of mine in 4 years of engineering.. though aadhi frnds ki aabadi was out of town...

par someone special's presence added a crown..

party went well until cake cutting ceremony.. 

with the sounds of clapping and faces wandering each other for lines after " happy birthday to u... " repeated n times .. ki aage kya hota h.. and eneded up again at " happy birthday to you " :P 

i finally got an opportunity to cut the cake.. a huge piece of it was fed this tym (finally cake khane ko mila ).. and was rubbed over face.. 

again went  to wash myself.. came back.. we had dinner.. few friends bid bbyee.. 

and i again got into cake fight .. :P

the day drew a "sweet" memory line.. though none of surprises worked fine..

i thank all my frnds for making my b'day unforgettable on my mind's timeline...

what makes my day more especial was my Di.. 

thank you for being there for me every time i need u or not.. 

n what u meant to me.. for that even a post would be less ( par will post something soon abt. you)

here is a beautiful poem frm my Di , JD.. 

with exact words and way she mailed me..

This is for you..chiks..Happy B'day :)

Vaise, you might as well just laugh to what i wrote, and also curse me
to what i made of ur feelings, but any way here it goes:

You were the usher, when I got lost and life twirled
You were there for me, when I was alone in this crowded world

Your tender support was there when my eyes watered,
Had you not been the best friend, my life would have been withered

You were there to pin-point my every failure,
Yet you were the same to be called a saviour

Life without you would surely have been an easier task
But since you are there, the tougher seem to mask

You irritate, you annoy, you tease me till I dread
But I still don’t know why, I see a Halo over your head (don’t take
that too seriously, it was just to rhyme)

You may not be the finest man to walk on this Earth
But life without a Brother like you, surely would have been a Dearth

Love you..!!
ok..!! Just want to add one more thing..You are younger than me..Stop acting
like my Elder brother..!! :P 

on this bhai behen ke pyaar ka note..

we are having a short words war.. 

P.S. - m expecting a B'day party for someone's turning 7.. :P

 let the cakey shakey experience of urs begin..

bbyee for now...

Be yourself and hold me always

Gaurav J.

KTB people.. Kamina Friends :P

Ye jo world h na world .. 

isme 2 tarah ke log hote h.. 

1 jo kuch sochte hi nahi.. 

aur dusre jo kuch jyada hi sochte h.. 

but today i met the 3rd kind.., the  KTB's, jo " KUCH TO BHI " sochte h :P ( Please don't sue me for using patented KTB :P)

Don't know why i never  recognized them before.. coz they were always there and were in much more in no. then the first 2 categories..

few skills that could help you in recognizing them.. 

* Seeing you talking to any girl, they will stare at you.. ( n later on.. oye hoe.. kaun thi wo.. bada hass rahe the dono mamla kya h ??)

* If you are too much engaged in ur gang of boys ( hae hae.. launde pasand aate h, how "sweet" .. ??" )

* If they found you looking jolly , they will be like oye hoe.." kuch to gadbad h??"

* if you talk about bringing the change around you, they are like.. " chale musaadi lal, duniya badalne.. la 100 ka change kar" ..

well i am not likely to comment over KTB people..  coz somewhere inside we all have a freaky side of our self lying within us... ( but to be a KTB iss....Grhhh  :P)

and i have even met some who even laugh at my lame comment and say it to be "KTB" at the same time...

( and these "some" are among few of the best mind i have come across with the supra sense of humor, and are not considered KTB kind's )

gawd.. i am really talking kuch to bhi... par now on no more Bakwas.. 

Bakwass se i remember the absurd nature of my frnds, and  probably each one of us have creepy frnds around us.. ( its a crazy world made of frantic people )

i often hear people saying that they are gifted with the friends best from the rest..

but i am not lucky enough in this case, cause i am surrounded by nutcases ...

the facts what makes them super annoying and why they are not best...

* how could i consider them to be best, if they feel free to call you late like 3 in nite saying "u use to be awake na,  yaar she is angry, say some trick to convince her " and i am like.. Grhhh.. and few who will wake you up as early as 6 saying " how much you sleep, subah to uthna hi chahiye , we will we partying tonight " ( yahi time mila tha batane ko :P)

* how can they be best , if they always snatch the only chocolate you have, n won't even share that and will tease u eating that before u... ( n you will be like " kha le , waise bhi its already expired ";) )

* how can they be best, if they "new pinch " you for everything new they see on you.. ( start shouting " aa .. aa.. its hurting .." much before it actually hurt, your acting can save u few time... hehe :P)

* how could they be best, if they take a novels from you, and never bother to read them and hoping that they would return those back is like expecting sunrise at 2 in nite.. ( take their novels and do tit for tat ) 

* how could they be best, if they borrow the money from you and return that in 20-20 ki 20 installment, making you wonder have you actually lend them any :P

 ( don't lend any money, instead borrow as much as u can from each one :P )

* how could they be best, if they taunt u in front of ur newly develop crush, and never lose any opportunity to make ur crush get crushed :P

  ( hide your feelings and stare every girl )

* how could they be best , if they take u to canteen saying its their treat and end up saying " yaar, i forgot to bring my wallet :P" ( suggestion - if ur frnd himself calls for a treat, please prefer to forget ur wallet :P )

here is a short poem, i once wrote describing how idiotic though lovely my friends are :)

"kyun har frnd kamina hota h :P"

koi hasata to koi rulate h yaha..

har bath pe chidata hai yaha.. 

canteen le jake koi bill thamata h.. 

koi ladki ke chakar me sabko chai pilata h..

koi bina baat rota h, aur rote hue has jata h .. 

jab koi pyara dost apni bevfooki se manata h..

koi bunk padwata h, to koi proxy lagata h.. 

aur cheating karata h, to koi assignment tipata h..

koi last bench pe baith bina baat hasta jata h.. 

to koi first bench pe baith notes banata h..

koi kahi na aane ke ajeeb bahane banata h..

to koi padai ki baat karke pakata h..  

yaha har koi khass h, iska hume ehsass h..

kehne ko kuch waqt ka ye sath h..

par mann me basa "dosti" ka ye ek saaj h..

jo har waqt dil ke pass h.. :)

so, though i don't have the best of all.. but i still holds precious from the lot.. 

on this FRIENDLY note .. 

time to hear something bizarre from these idiots.. 

Be yourself and hold be always..

Gaurav J.

bla bla.com

pop... the chat box opens..  

"heyy.. please like my new status.. "     ( if its that good, you don't have to ask me to like it :P) 

" how's my new profile pic"  ( just a nicer way of saying u have to like it ..)

n so on.. .

in this social networking era.. sab likes aur comment badane me lage hue h.. 

whats the height is.. 

First you post the status or pic.. 

then like the pic or status of ur own..             

and will then thank each one individually for the like.. 

and like that thanks comment of ur own.. 

its obvious that if u are posting something u must be liking it.. 

nyways.. this was not i intend to talk about.. 

Remember the Orkut era..  the one that probably lasted till most of ours school time.. 

one in which there would be suggestion not to set ur real pic as profile pic ..

where there were discussion on who has more no. of scraps n frnds...

n exchange of useless scraps .. just to make ur count a little higher.. ( "little" has varying definition)

as far i remember .. 

orkut is one of the main reason of what i am today..

have wasted a lot of my free time for increasing the scrap count..

but it was the same era that brought out the smart Gaurav out of dumb Gaurav.. 

who use to think "sutta" is a alcoholic drink, instead of you know.... 

( thanks to that sutta song.. the one with the rhythmic use of abuses..

  that song is the living example how creativity can turn bad into good )  

who had sheesha with his bro's n sis n shows pics of blowing smoke rings to parents describing how fun doing that was..

who tolerated dose of abuses n pretend he didn't hear it...

who thinks blue film really means the one made in blue light.. :P

and many more.. 

n ha "Koi bhi insaan perfect nahi hota .. use perfect banna padta h" :P

 and that make the things perfect came the facebook time .. ( i suppose i was smart enough when i got to fb)

a day without facebooking is like surviving without breathing ,, 

Staring at the wall (fb wall n now timeline) n getting indulge in nothingness is what usually my answer for wassup..??

the best thing abt fb is every person looks next to katrina kaif or hrithik roshan and seems as jolly as jim carrey.. :P

i don't have any doubt why TIME magazine has chosen mark zuckerberg as the person of year 2010, probably b'coz the critics at TIME were too engaged with facebook that they hardly thought of any other deserving person.

the popularity of facebook could be drawn from the fact that we may find it hard to look into the book or even buying one .. but can spare enormous hours for chatting and commenting on facebook... :)

earlier, peoples use to take photos for there photo albums.. now they take more pictures and call " yaar achi photo le, facebook pe dp banani h " ..

i count facebook to be lucky for me.. :)

it has given me enormous moments of laughter that brings smiles each time i recall them :)

chalo, let me go and do some facebooking and i know you too want to get there.. 

be yourself and hold me always.. 

Gaurav J.

Lose it . Just to get it back..

**As the lazy me didn't paid attention to my teachers while they taught tenses, this very post was full of grammatical and tenses errors.. but its been now edited by my editor and a dedicated critic's .. :)
so here's is an edited and better version of my our post :)  **

live, laugh n love is the motto we hear too often...

(even my slippers says that).. 

so, i tried to write something worthy that could give the feeling of love with a glimpse of smile ( laughing won't be possible.. though no one is stopping you.. ) 

its my tribute to all the love birds ..  ( have to say this after bring held responsible for someone's breakup)
have a happy Valentine :)


LOSE IT..  JUST TO GET IT BACK...

Walking on the street in the pale moon light,

was all alone, there was no one I could find.

It was dark and I heard someone weep 

following the sound, I went a little deep

and reached a bench in the park..

with a young girl sitting alone in the dark 

There were tears glistening in her eyes,
she was a pure beauty, I admired her while she cried
took the seat next to her and didn't say a word..
when she looked at me, I could sense that she is hurt..

I asked the reason for her loneliness and why she cries?
she was shocked that who am I to ask her why?
but then she felt, as a stranger she could trust n share
and told me that this was the same bench where
she and her lover met for the last time 
before he died..

Today its the same day they last met an year ago,
she said this bench makes her feel he is near..
I felt the pain of loss evident in her tears.
I felt moved n water filled up in my eyes..

I tried to console her and told her not to cry 
she leaned on my shoulder n felt little fine
i cracked a joke on which she did smile,
made her realize how beautiful she is when she smiles,
we shared some time, she told me about her life..
I told about mine, before we said gud byee...


now that she is gone, I feel little strained..
I walk to that bench daily hoping she will be there,
I didn't know that single night will change my life
will make me fall in love with the strange life..

its seems like that bench is where we both lost our love..
its now an year since i am coming to that bench..
crying at the same bench where she..
rolled her tears last year..

All of a sudden a cold breeze blew,
felt a hand on my shoulder of someone i knew..
turned to see, who is there in this dark
there she was with the tear in her eyes..
we both smiled and looked into eyes..
we didn't say a word and kissed in the pale moon light...

sometimes... you lose it, just to get it back..  <3 <3  :)

do fall in love..

and if want to feel a laughing side of love then do visit  http://vinatikamani.blogspot.in/2012/02/thing-called-love.html

p.s.- "thank you" .. will not justify lovely work you have done, so "whatever " :P

time to go.. have to find such bench.. 

Be yourself and Hold me always ...

Gaurav J.