Re post again..!!!
I wanna forget u
i wanna forget evry ting v shared
every thing v did
just 4 u
all that i saw in u
and desired for
all that i filled in my heart
thinkin about u...
Its just memories
from the book thats no more..
I liked d fun n frolic
that v did togather
gifted u flowers
that bloomed then
u wer d princes
in all d stories i read
u were d music
in d songs i heard
i can forget all dat
just for u
i waited at d river bank
wer u slept
i coverd u from d drops dat made u wet
i was d sea
n u made d waves
n now i can forget
all dat
just for u
i would forget evry ting v shared
every thing v did
n not just 4 u
for i gota keep movin...!!!
TRK
Friday, February 19, 2010
Ticket 2 FUN...- PUNE
Re post again...!!!
After a stressd up month of september, i stood under the shower not knowing how the holly month of fasting went away, with out much prayers. And how i celebrated my eid all alone io my hostel, with al most every one leaving for their natives.
I didnt regret spending it alone, because even if i had gone to my house i wouldnt have had the fun i used to have in doha. And any ways i wanted to try out an eid alone.
It was then the bethoven tone rang on my phone, 'kaisa hai hero..? Puney kab ara hai.? My xams got postponded to abhi aja..'
tanx to the gandi jayanti n other unknown pooja's marked red in the calender, i had 10 days of holiday. I ran to the reservation counter next railway, found my sweat in vein.
No seats what so ever.
I had made my mind to go, a 36 hour journey from palghat to pune, i took a general ticket and got to the lugage rack, and made my bed. The 30 hrs of 36, went awesome, no trouble what so ever. Then came the nightmares, theifs, drunkards, n police and even some bloody hookers ran in and out of the compartment.
I had read all the prayers i knew at least 10 times.. Ofcourse its only in danger that u remember your god.
And like the calmnes after the storm, i herd ' pune pohonch gaya re baba '.
I got down and it was 12.30 am, and as a mater of precaution walked up the platform fast, not answering to any body who came my way.
Cumsum was the name of the coffee shop inside the station that i was supposed to report.
I dialed n herd ' turn back, am ryt behind you '
but he wasnt der, little tensed and though i knew that assole plays like that, i rang him again, n before he said something this time, i found him..
Hahaha, smiling like a glowing 100 watt bulb he was sitting at a table sippin coffee. Wid all the happines and yeah being proud of meeting him for the first time in india, v rushd and hugged each other. My brother from another mother.. SHUJA...!!!
The next morning, i got up wid a big smile on my face, shuja was still sleepin besides me, hehe the memories of doha rushed in to me, when i used to wake both umair and shuja early morning on holidays.
V got up and yeah got introduced to a strange guy, sabir. He was ok by looks, but had a strange way of eating, ate with his left hand..!!!
Soon met up with the rest of his friends. Naman, hazarey and d cute n lovely RADO..
v didnt have any problem mingling up with each other, although i had never met any of them before, had herd about them before.
And soon the fun started, v ate at blue nile, foodies, and east street, pulled at sabir and even naman.
Shuja rado n me always hung around togather, and she always made fun of us as gays..:P hehe, though our acts mite have prompted her to, but on a serious note 'hum gay nahi hai'
v had fun biking to khadak vasla, if am not wrong with the name of the place.
It was cold in the night and we biked with jackets and hud and ended up eating ice creams at 12 mid night.
I learned the art of making sheesha, and yeah had for the first time got kicked puffing it. And shuja had to come and kiss me on my cheeks so that i slept.:P.
Naman was very good at driving, it was fun sitting at the back with the girl who owned the car and naman drive, each time he over took a vehicle she bumbed into me. Hehe i always thankd naman in my heart for that:P
Rado was prety xcited going for the movie hello, because one of the characters in the movie had her name.. Hehe,
shuja rado n me were almost togather always, had loads of fun, we drove in the rain, hitting against the rain drops, beating the wind. Danced watching dil chahta hai, and yeah sat late nights talking talking and it was endless.
And i never knew when my 5 days stay in pune vanished like 5 hours, and when v droped Rado and shook hands for the last time, i had my heart heavy. And it was more when i left the flat no.603, at poonam building, in kondwa. Late night at 2.30, he drove me back to the railway station. We didnt talk much, as we normaly did, and both of us knew v couldn't.
And the train to chennai reached in time and we hugged for the last time, but yeah i wasnt that sad, because we were set to meet by another 30 days from then, but yeah tears did role out as the lady announced departure and i left him behind at platform no.3.
I always thought, i would never enjoy india as much as i enjoyed doha. But then i realised that its not the place where you are that makes the difference, but its with whom you are. And i am sure, as longs as i have my best friends, no matter where v live, we will always enjoy. Ticket to pune was a real eidy that i had got, from GOD...!!!
TRK
After a stressd up month of september, i stood under the shower not knowing how the holly month of fasting went away, with out much prayers. And how i celebrated my eid all alone io my hostel, with al most every one leaving for their natives.
I didnt regret spending it alone, because even if i had gone to my house i wouldnt have had the fun i used to have in doha. And any ways i wanted to try out an eid alone.
It was then the bethoven tone rang on my phone, 'kaisa hai hero..? Puney kab ara hai.? My xams got postponded to abhi aja..'
tanx to the gandi jayanti n other unknown pooja's marked red in the calender, i had 10 days of holiday. I ran to the reservation counter next railway, found my sweat in vein.
No seats what so ever.
I had made my mind to go, a 36 hour journey from palghat to pune, i took a general ticket and got to the lugage rack, and made my bed. The 30 hrs of 36, went awesome, no trouble what so ever. Then came the nightmares, theifs, drunkards, n police and even some bloody hookers ran in and out of the compartment.
I had read all the prayers i knew at least 10 times.. Ofcourse its only in danger that u remember your god.
And like the calmnes after the storm, i herd ' pune pohonch gaya re baba '.
I got down and it was 12.30 am, and as a mater of precaution walked up the platform fast, not answering to any body who came my way.
Cumsum was the name of the coffee shop inside the station that i was supposed to report.
I dialed n herd ' turn back, am ryt behind you '
but he wasnt der, little tensed and though i knew that assole plays like that, i rang him again, n before he said something this time, i found him..
Hahaha, smiling like a glowing 100 watt bulb he was sitting at a table sippin coffee. Wid all the happines and yeah being proud of meeting him for the first time in india, v rushd and hugged each other. My brother from another mother.. SHUJA...!!!
The next morning, i got up wid a big smile on my face, shuja was still sleepin besides me, hehe the memories of doha rushed in to me, when i used to wake both umair and shuja early morning on holidays.
V got up and yeah got introduced to a strange guy, sabir. He was ok by looks, but had a strange way of eating, ate with his left hand..!!!
Soon met up with the rest of his friends. Naman, hazarey and d cute n lovely RADO..
v didnt have any problem mingling up with each other, although i had never met any of them before, had herd about them before.
And soon the fun started, v ate at blue nile, foodies, and east street, pulled at sabir and even naman.
Shuja rado n me always hung around togather, and she always made fun of us as gays..:P hehe, though our acts mite have prompted her to, but on a serious note 'hum gay nahi hai'
v had fun biking to khadak vasla, if am not wrong with the name of the place.
It was cold in the night and we biked with jackets and hud and ended up eating ice creams at 12 mid night.
I learned the art of making sheesha, and yeah had for the first time got kicked puffing it. And shuja had to come and kiss me on my cheeks so that i slept.:P.
Naman was very good at driving, it was fun sitting at the back with the girl who owned the car and naman drive, each time he over took a vehicle she bumbed into me. Hehe i always thankd naman in my heart for that:P
Rado was prety xcited going for the movie hello, because one of the characters in the movie had her name.. Hehe,
shuja rado n me were almost togather always, had loads of fun, we drove in the rain, hitting against the rain drops, beating the wind. Danced watching dil chahta hai, and yeah sat late nights talking talking and it was endless.
And i never knew when my 5 days stay in pune vanished like 5 hours, and when v droped Rado and shook hands for the last time, i had my heart heavy. And it was more when i left the flat no.603, at poonam building, in kondwa. Late night at 2.30, he drove me back to the railway station. We didnt talk much, as we normaly did, and both of us knew v couldn't.
And the train to chennai reached in time and we hugged for the last time, but yeah i wasnt that sad, because we were set to meet by another 30 days from then, but yeah tears did role out as the lady announced departure and i left him behind at platform no.3.
I always thought, i would never enjoy india as much as i enjoyed doha. But then i realised that its not the place where you are that makes the difference, but its with whom you are. And i am sure, as longs as i have my best friends, no matter where v live, we will always enjoy. Ticket to pune was a real eidy that i had got, from GOD...!!!
TRK
10 years of glory..!!!
Re posting from My notes in FB
It was d summer of 99 n I was prety lonley then coz my friend pratik had left 2 india for summer and all i had was a cycle..
I and my brother used to tap bat at our varanda, and dat was d time v noticed two luk alike kids walking down stairs.. V didnt speak, just gave a glance at each other.
Later part of the day i learned from my dad that a teachers family had moved in to the 1st floor.
Two or three days passed and one evening these two luk alike kids came and rang my door and asked coming for cycling.. I didnt hesitate to nod..
Soon v wer on d streets cycling.. Oh i forgot to introduce em..
The two luk alikes where umair n shuja, and i was always confused at the begining to who was the elder 1, n who was umair n hu was shuja.. So i always used to call em 2gadr..
Days went by, v became gud friends, i didnt know much of hindi, n dey became my gurus.. Our parents are couleges so v didnt have any limits to entering each others houses..
V started of wid cycling and yeah v had d guns.. ' i shoot u die ' it was a famous dialouge then..
Cycling shifted to foot ball, we three used to play all alone in the ideal ground.
Our interests changed from foot ball to skating to family vedio games, to euro 2000.
Seasons changed, ramzan was alot of fun, where v ran for harees after asar n then direct to tennis court to play tennis.. And in the night, tharavi was not just prayer time, v bunged em after d first half, and used to run back to d white house beating d cars, beating any one who got out of d mosque 1st.
Rani juice then and sat at our adda..
Years passed out, v grew wid d time, pratik joined in so did cricket.. And the other kids of white house joined.
V had awsome eids when v went around collecting eidy n played water bombs.. Oh fuck dat was always fukin funny..
V played caroms, table tennis on our dining table.. Dat was d time shuja pulled azher's pant down..( he was big tym gay 4m childhood)
v walked to school and back togather, and even stoped eating chocobar ice creams for various strange reasons..
V went for morning walks, ate at hot n cool
Umair pasd out 12th, he xpectd 80's in math but turnd out to be 35.. Me n shuja had a hell of a time laughing at it.
Dat year i was in 11th n shuja in 12th n dat winter i got a call from my clas mate n friend zaheer.. 'hey am comin to white house to live '
soon this assole became part of our life.. He used to call daily morning to say that he got up.. It had gone to that extend that 1 day my father asked me ' are u and zaheer married '..
Life went on, shuja pasd 12th, left for india, but never the less he always usd to b back evry 2 months.. Tanks to naila..
I too left for india the next year, it was then i realised what i had in qatar and what i dont have in india were these 3 assholes... V grew up physicaly n nt cmpletely mentaly.. Rani juice shiftd to mountain dew. Hubs took over chocolates, sheesha took ova cigerates
Days passed by turned into months and years. Gals came into our lives nd did many oders, our interests of study are diverse, our lifestyles r diverse, V keep meeting up 2gather every 6 months. Thanks to the internet and tele communication.. V dont feel the gap created by the countries v are in..
We are still united, our friendship have grown to cross bariers of any kind, v r brothers from diffrnt mothers..
V have had arguments, v have had mis understandings.. But none of em have torn us apart..
V pull at each other, so much that zaheer had sealed his mouth when ever he sat wid us.
Times have passed and now its 10 years of glory to all d fun, gayishness, moder fukin jokes n great foolishnes..
These 10 years of my life would neva have been so great wid out these 3..
chears to d long lasting friendship and braader hud..
iam guoting sumfin dat umair had 1ce said, but then it would have to be completly censored...
' aye dost tere liye hum jaam bi lutalenge..
Behen **** to hum hai hi
tere liye Maa bi **** lengey..
Long Live Pappu's Kraazy 4.
TRK
It was d summer of 99 n I was prety lonley then coz my friend pratik had left 2 india for summer and all i had was a cycle..
I and my brother used to tap bat at our varanda, and dat was d time v noticed two luk alike kids walking down stairs.. V didnt speak, just gave a glance at each other.
Later part of the day i learned from my dad that a teachers family had moved in to the 1st floor.
Two or three days passed and one evening these two luk alike kids came and rang my door and asked coming for cycling.. I didnt hesitate to nod..
Soon v wer on d streets cycling.. Oh i forgot to introduce em..
The two luk alikes where umair n shuja, and i was always confused at the begining to who was the elder 1, n who was umair n hu was shuja.. So i always used to call em 2gadr..
Days went by, v became gud friends, i didnt know much of hindi, n dey became my gurus.. Our parents are couleges so v didnt have any limits to entering each others houses..
V started of wid cycling and yeah v had d guns.. ' i shoot u die ' it was a famous dialouge then..
Cycling shifted to foot ball, we three used to play all alone in the ideal ground.
Our interests changed from foot ball to skating to family vedio games, to euro 2000.
Seasons changed, ramzan was alot of fun, where v ran for harees after asar n then direct to tennis court to play tennis.. And in the night, tharavi was not just prayer time, v bunged em after d first half, and used to run back to d white house beating d cars, beating any one who got out of d mosque 1st.
Rani juice then and sat at our adda..
Years passed out, v grew wid d time, pratik joined in so did cricket.. And the other kids of white house joined.
V had awsome eids when v went around collecting eidy n played water bombs.. Oh fuck dat was always fukin funny..
V played caroms, table tennis on our dining table.. Dat was d time shuja pulled azher's pant down..( he was big tym gay 4m childhood)
v walked to school and back togather, and even stoped eating chocobar ice creams for various strange reasons..
V went for morning walks, ate at hot n cool
Umair pasd out 12th, he xpectd 80's in math but turnd out to be 35.. Me n shuja had a hell of a time laughing at it.
Dat year i was in 11th n shuja in 12th n dat winter i got a call from my clas mate n friend zaheer.. 'hey am comin to white house to live '
soon this assole became part of our life.. He used to call daily morning to say that he got up.. It had gone to that extend that 1 day my father asked me ' are u and zaheer married '..
Life went on, shuja pasd 12th, left for india, but never the less he always usd to b back evry 2 months.. Tanks to naila..
I too left for india the next year, it was then i realised what i had in qatar and what i dont have in india were these 3 assholes... V grew up physicaly n nt cmpletely mentaly.. Rani juice shiftd to mountain dew. Hubs took over chocolates, sheesha took ova cigerates
Days passed by turned into months and years. Gals came into our lives nd did many oders, our interests of study are diverse, our lifestyles r diverse, V keep meeting up 2gather every 6 months. Thanks to the internet and tele communication.. V dont feel the gap created by the countries v are in..
We are still united, our friendship have grown to cross bariers of any kind, v r brothers from diffrnt mothers..
V have had arguments, v have had mis understandings.. But none of em have torn us apart..
V pull at each other, so much that zaheer had sealed his mouth when ever he sat wid us.
Times have passed and now its 10 years of glory to all d fun, gayishness, moder fukin jokes n great foolishnes..
These 10 years of my life would neva have been so great wid out these 3..
chears to d long lasting friendship and braader hud..
iam guoting sumfin dat umair had 1ce said, but then it would have to be completly censored...
' aye dost tere liye hum jaam bi lutalenge..
Behen **** to hum hai hi
tere liye Maa bi **** lengey..
Long Live Pappu's Kraazy 4.
TRK
D Tennis court stories...!!
Published long back as a note on FB..!!
It was friday after noon, my door bell rang at 2.30.
I huried to the door licking biriyani on fingers..
As usual found pratik with a big smile and a slazanger bat in his hand. 'lets go to play, umair has gone to pick atif, zaher is down, imran is coming, emad is on his way..Hari n charan wil b der by 3 n i'l call azar now...Jaldi aa..' all that used to spelt out within a second or two.. 'oh yea, mei sabrina se tape lekey ata hu, black loo ya white..?' and he used to hurry back.
I rushd back finishd wid mamma's fud.. N just aftr i got out of d wash room got 3 mis calls on my cell.. And d 3rd 1 was prety long.. And d 4th time the phone rang, 'kidar hai khuttey..? jaldi aa, hum w8 kar rahe hai, parking mei..' oh it was umair..
Wid slipers on and no shoes, i ran to d car park.. Oh gawd all of em had come. Imran also reachd.. And v startd to d tennis court. That was supposd to be lockd by mr.Siraj aka bulldog.. But that wasnt a problem as long as we bend the grills and got in..
I, pratik n zaheer where walkin talkin about d skool team, atif n imran were talkin about d latest release, umair was walking up front swinging his bat.. And that had a quote invented by none other than him self.
It read ' a perfect shot makes a good stroke ' hahaha, omg from the least aged boys who used to come to play to the most aged ones had made a remark about it..
We began playing at 3.30. In scroching sun, where heat didnt mater, it was just cricket.. The phones were rowd up on the basket ball stand.. Two chairs were at each side as wickets.
Teams where quite similar always. There was fun n frolic, loud shouts, arguments about run outs, quarels..
I was standing at the non striker's end and pratik was bating, i just had a seconds time to realize that the ball was traveling towards me, before i could try any ting it came and banged my groin. I fell finding it hard to breath, silence roard the court and pratik said ' meine to dheerey mara ta..' every body broke out laughing..
Atif would be bating and all that zaheer does is bouncer. Poor boy gets hit on head, on chest but never gave his wicket away.
Imran would count it to cheating when he was out, and imad would blame the ball. He ran like shoib aktar but bowld like rana..N Hari always found it easy to get a knee injury..
Nakul n nigel also joined us ocassionaly, nakul just had 1 shot that was his leg side flick.. And nigel always wantd more of the 10 over matches..
Hehe, v played till every body xhausted themself, v broke the window of the toilet opposite to tennis court, v broke chairs, v broke tube lights, bats and even made cracks where we used to tap the bats.. No body botherd about our girl friends calling even if they did no body attended coz cricket was and is the first love, it is in the blood
Everybody returnd home with smiles, leaving behind the fights and arguments, it was always happy endings.. V pulled at each other, walked hand in hand back to the car park.
And now its another friday, and i sit here as a c.A under training sipping the tea that the office boy just brought.. I know i wont here the knock at my door, i wont have mis cals, no body will go and pick any one, every one are buzy with college, training, house hold tings, studys, projects and even girls...
I know v will never play in the tennis court the way v played then, even if v play v wouldnt have the fun v had, v wouldnt pull at each other, it will be just a game..
Mr.Siraj wuldnt come n shout, mr.Kartikeyan wouldnt come n discus shedules.. Its all ova.. Wat d fuck..
Those were truely d best days of our life..
And i wish i could re live those days again...!!
TRK
It was friday after noon, my door bell rang at 2.30.
I huried to the door licking biriyani on fingers..
As usual found pratik with a big smile and a slazanger bat in his hand. 'lets go to play, umair has gone to pick atif, zaher is down, imran is coming, emad is on his way..Hari n charan wil b der by 3 n i'l call azar now...Jaldi aa..' all that used to spelt out within a second or two.. 'oh yea, mei sabrina se tape lekey ata hu, black loo ya white..?' and he used to hurry back.
I rushd back finishd wid mamma's fud.. N just aftr i got out of d wash room got 3 mis calls on my cell.. And d 3rd 1 was prety long.. And d 4th time the phone rang, 'kidar hai khuttey..? jaldi aa, hum w8 kar rahe hai, parking mei..' oh it was umair..
Wid slipers on and no shoes, i ran to d car park.. Oh gawd all of em had come. Imran also reachd.. And v startd to d tennis court. That was supposd to be lockd by mr.Siraj aka bulldog.. But that wasnt a problem as long as we bend the grills and got in..
I, pratik n zaheer where walkin talkin about d skool team, atif n imran were talkin about d latest release, umair was walking up front swinging his bat.. And that had a quote invented by none other than him self.
It read ' a perfect shot makes a good stroke ' hahaha, omg from the least aged boys who used to come to play to the most aged ones had made a remark about it..
We began playing at 3.30. In scroching sun, where heat didnt mater, it was just cricket.. The phones were rowd up on the basket ball stand.. Two chairs were at each side as wickets.
Teams where quite similar always. There was fun n frolic, loud shouts, arguments about run outs, quarels..
I was standing at the non striker's end and pratik was bating, i just had a seconds time to realize that the ball was traveling towards me, before i could try any ting it came and banged my groin. I fell finding it hard to breath, silence roard the court and pratik said ' meine to dheerey mara ta..' every body broke out laughing..
Atif would be bating and all that zaheer does is bouncer. Poor boy gets hit on head, on chest but never gave his wicket away.
Imran would count it to cheating when he was out, and imad would blame the ball. He ran like shoib aktar but bowld like rana..N Hari always found it easy to get a knee injury..
Nakul n nigel also joined us ocassionaly, nakul just had 1 shot that was his leg side flick.. And nigel always wantd more of the 10 over matches..
Hehe, v played till every body xhausted themself, v broke the window of the toilet opposite to tennis court, v broke chairs, v broke tube lights, bats and even made cracks where we used to tap the bats.. No body botherd about our girl friends calling even if they did no body attended coz cricket was and is the first love, it is in the blood
Everybody returnd home with smiles, leaving behind the fights and arguments, it was always happy endings.. V pulled at each other, walked hand in hand back to the car park.
And now its another friday, and i sit here as a c.A under training sipping the tea that the office boy just brought.. I know i wont here the knock at my door, i wont have mis cals, no body will go and pick any one, every one are buzy with college, training, house hold tings, studys, projects and even girls...
I know v will never play in the tennis court the way v played then, even if v play v wouldnt have the fun v had, v wouldnt pull at each other, it will be just a game..
Mr.Siraj wuldnt come n shout, mr.Kartikeyan wouldnt come n discus shedules.. Its all ova.. Wat d fuck..
Those were truely d best days of our life..
And i wish i could re live those days again...!!
TRK
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