Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Pappu can't bajao sala!

If you were one of those who thought that A.R Rehman had lost it in Ghajini, you should check out his music in the upcoming movie Robot. His music has just moved on to the next level of what can be called as "Noise".

Place some utensils inside a huge container made of aluminium and shake it vigorously, voila, there's the music played in Robot. Oh, I forgot to mention to add some bass to it else the music would sound a bit tacky.

To add an icing on the cake, the lyrics are utterly foolish. Some of them as I remember - " Kilimanjaro, ladki parvat ki yaro, iska roop niharo, yaro yaro, aha aha" ( mind you, its pronounced as Keeeelimanjaro), there is one more which goes something like - "mai atlantic mein dooba jaake" (ROFL). There is one Mohit Chauhan number which is pretty decent and has a typical A.R Rehman guitar strumming in it but the lyrics aint impressive at all.

Common Mr. Rehman, give us the Rang De Basanti magic back!!!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

My friend Joe

My friend Joe pronounces the word shit as sit. One fine day he is disgruntled and in front of his team he utters the word. Others mutely sit down. Again he comes up with the word sit. Others have no idea what to do now.

My friend Joe and his team are on a call with an American and a critical issue is being discussed. The American gets another urgent call, so he requests my friend Joe and his team - "Please hang on guys". Joe tells the American - " You hang yourself". The team is in a quizzical mode as to what is the next thing to happen.

My friend Joe goes to a shop to buy perfumes. The salesman hands him one perfume and says - " Iska flavour bahut acha hai." He is now in a fix trying to solve the conundrum, how should he taste it?

My friend Joe comes late to the office, on asking why did he come late, he has a brilliant answer - " Aaj bus ke andar bahut traffic tha". The other guy falls short of his imagination.

My friend Joe decides to profess at a renowned institute. One day he is surrounded by a group of stundents. The students expect him to resolve their queries. The hot and humid climate makes him yell at the stundents saying " I am hot, come one by one." The students are shocked to the core.

My friend Joe is in a conference. He finds a pen on the floor. He, being a good samaritan, gets vocal and asks " Whose pen is this?" But his monotonous speech makes it sound "whose pen(is) this?". The entire conference room goes into a ghastly silence.



Thursday, June 10, 2010

Miracle or a coincidence?

Things i need to carry to my office:

1) Zone gate pass
2) Bike gate pass
3) Office id
(and yes myself. :))

Though these are light weight accessories the repercussions ( except for the last one :D) of losing any one of them could be heavy. Especially, you lose the first one and your life is screwed. You will have to experience things like lodging a police complaint, paying a fine etc etc.

Episode 1- Shite !

Its that time of the day when you are in your best mood in the office. I was all set to zoom off on my bike and reach home early until the rains dampened my plans. I had to get my bike to a grinding halt on the L&T bridge to get ready for the next 30 minutes of my arduous wet journey. Donning my new wind-cheater I reached home least knowing that the start of the next day would be what I call "Screwed up part of my life".

Like any other day, I was late to the office. I hurriedly rush off to get onto my bike and it is at that moment that I realise that I do not have the set of badges(1 and 3 above). I come back home, search every alcove at my place but I do not get the set of badges. This is the time when I get a doubt that the set of badges must have popped out from my pocket on the bridge.

Epoisode 2 - The dame luck

With a whole set of anxious thoughts, I drove to the office. I go to the extent of checking for the badges at the spots where I stopped last evening (This might sound too desperate, but yes, I preferred this rather than approaching the police station ). I reached at the zone gate and called up my office for a temporary pass but my luck had yet another plot installed in for me. I get to know from the receptionist that I would need to wait for a couple of hours at the zone entrance as the gate passes were not ready due to some printing problem. She did give me a solution of entering the zone as the checking is not done very often but she didnt forget to add a big disclaimer saying " Come at your own risk because if you are caught you would have to shell out 1000 bucks".

Well, to my surprise there was no checking done at the gate but to my dismay i was caught near my office with the zone guard asking me for an id card. With all the confidence oozing out of me ( i knew if i didnt ooze the confidence i would have to snooze behind bars :)) , I showed him the bike pass and sneaked in.

The next few moments were absolute miracle. I approached the security guard at my office gate for a temporary office card. There was a man arguing with the office guard. He sees me and asks my name. He then hands me the set of badges that I had lost on the bridge the previous evening and walks away.

Who was he? How did he get my badges? How on earth was he there at the same time when i entered the office? Am I blessed :D ?

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I feel

I feel suffocated
When my thoughts are asphyxiated.

I feel low
Circumstances make me bow.

I feel weak
When things get out of control and tend to leak.

I feel the bruise
The agony within, cuts loose.

I feel the pain
When the efforts to make things better, go in vain.

I feel no more to feel
Get intoxicated and keel.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Rendezvous

The girl says -

At 3 pm in the hot noon,
I wait for dusk to dawn soon
With my eyes waiting for little rest,
Inviting sleep to be its guest

Staring at the monitor can be a pain,
Small little pupils, they can feel the strain,
As rapidly as my eyelids keep batting,
‘Yawwwwwwwn’ goes my mouth as I keep chatting!

Guess its time for me to have a break,
To get my eyeballs all awake,
A spurt of H2O, should do the trick
As a cuppa chai I go and drink!


The boy says -

Thinking of this crappy shit
Feels like I need to quit
The work gets worse day by day
Feels like I should stand away

I think of the future that looms
Sitting here in the ac rooms
Hope they might not be a painful den
But full of glory, amen!

Amidst all these thoughts that are rotten
I think about you which takes me to a safer haven
I need you throughout my life to stay by my side
With this I promise we would have a successful future survived.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

CID

Statutory warning:

1. The below shayaris are not a creation of ctrl C + ctrl V.
2. These shayaris can cause mild headaches, dizziness, tachycardia or nausea. In some cases it may also go to causing extremes like dementia. So the readers are requested to read them at their own risk.

I have been quite impressed these days by the serial called CID. The CID shayaris too, which are in circulation in the sms world, are truly admirable! I thought of dedicating a few originals to this legendary serial in which each and every actor would automatically get nominated for the category " Overacting ki chatti paidaish!".

1. Arz kiya hai.....

Aaloo lelo, kanda lelo.......

Zaara gaur se suniyega

Aaloo lelo kanda lelo.......

Daya ek kaam karo iske finger prints lelo!!!

wah wah wah wah.....

2. Paro ne devdas se kaha kyon, de rahe ho ye saza ............

Hai allah...zara dard pe gaur keejiyega....

Paro ne devdas se kaha, kyon de rahe ho ye saza.......

Acp pradumnn ne daya se kaha, tod de ye darwaza

3. Shewag ko aya maa ka phone

shewag ko aya maa ka phone

Maloom hai aapko acp praduman kaun?

4. Chakke ne chakke ko chakka kaha

Chakke ne chakke ko chakka kaha

Abhijineet ne daya ko lash dhoondne ko kaha

Now the last one is purely a work of ctrl c + ctrl v. I really could not resist publishing this awesome piece of work by some genius.

IPL ke matches ko dekh ke logonko mazaa aa raha hai

wah wah wah wah

IPL ke matches ko dekh ke logonko mazaa aa raha hai

Barah saal se daya ek hi Qualis chala raha hai.

Vishesh Tippani: The author would be pleased if you could chip in a few originals in the comments section!

Jai matadi, lets rock! CID rockzzz! Himessss rockzzz!