Economical Atyachar!!!

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Yeh call letter jala ke saaz bana loon,
dimag ka daahi bana loon,
smoking smoking nikle re dhooan.

Ghar mein banti hai ijjaat ki arthi,
Arrey what to tell you doston kya hua?
Arrey sapne dekhe CTS ke,
par mitti mein mil jaen,
phooken re career ki duniya..
ko bole good bye..
lag jae haye Allah,
jisko bhi yeh bukhaar,

Tauba Tera waiting, Tauba tera pyar,
Tera Economical Attyachaar!
Tauba Tera waiting, Tauba tera pyar,
Tera Economical Attyachaar!

Jao Jao oh H.R,
oh H.R ohh!!
Tauba Tera waiting, Tauba tera pyar,
Tera Economical Attyachaar!

Ho gai hadh ke paar tragedy…tragedy,
lut gai re bahaar, pocket sukh sukh murjhae,
Ho gai hadh ke paar tragedy…tragedy,
lut gai re bahaar, pocket sukh sukh murjhae,

Bol Bol why didnt you call me,
salary bhi na mile yaar kill me,
Bol Bol why didnt you call me !@#$%.
Bol Bol why didnt you call me,
Salary bhi na mile yaar kill me,
Jao pia jao pia jao pia….

Tauba Tera waiting, Tauba tera pyar,
Tera Economical Attyachaar!
Tauba Tera waiting, Tauba tera pyar,
Tera Economical Attyachaar!


Jao Jao oh H.R,
oh H.R ohh!!
Tauba Tera waiting, Tauba tera pyar,

Tera Economical Attyachaar!

Its now or never !!!!!

Last day of 2008!

I dedicate this year to the people working in Regional Passport Office Bhopal.2008 for me could have been a complete nothing for me without them.If I have really achieved something this year it was nothing else but my passport.Although I have lost the most treasure possession in getting my passport but I am really glad that I got it.There are many incidents that prove to be a turning point in people's life.Incidents that may change there life forever...I am amused to see that it was my passport that changed my life.I would like to thank the people in police department Bhilai and Chennai for speeding up the procedure.The bribe was just a token of respect from  me....Their work or whatever they did was actually priceless...

It all started in Feb 2008 when I got a letter from passport office Bhopal regarding problems in my passport application.And then started the quest to fulfill their Utopian values of work culture.Travelled several times to Bhopal from Chennai,Bhilai and Surat in order to satisfy them.

I travelled in Ac 3 tier,sleeper class,second class in trains....got chased by dogs....almost got mugged by some people outside Bhopal railway station who were trying to sell lucky stones...Stayed alone in chennai for more than a month awaiting to fullfill the police enquiry.

And finally in the month of september I got my passport despite losing many things in my life.But I am glad that I really struggled to get something in my life.I really worked hard for getting my passport.For many reasons I feel the quest made me tough.It made me face the unthinkable.

I hate my passport for many reasons...I dont like my pic in it...I dont like its color...I dont like its pages..But I still feel that I may like it in the future for the sole reason that nothing else but my passport alone changed the course of my life...

Hats off to the guys at Regional Passport Office Bhopal.U really did a great job in creating a  mess in my life.I really dont know for whom I am writing this Blogpost... But I do wish someone changes...Me,passport people,police or SOMEONE else..........

Change is no longer my friend!

Change sucks.....

Ok the change in my life sucks....

I go to a Railway station and there's a lady's voice announcing the next train to Zion is late by one hour! I want it changed, it does change,but now the lady announces....its late by two hours....

hell......!!!!!!

I see certain people moving towards left...I want them to move right...but they change their position and starting moving forward.....

I see certain people moving towards me...i dont want them to move closer....but they do move closer.....

I hear people talking,I want a change in them...I want them to keep quite,but they start shouting....

I move out from my home and find a cool breeze blowing...I dont want it flow to change...but it stops.....and there's the change I never wanted..

I want certain things to change...it doesnt change.......

I want certain things to never change but it changes....

It sucks.....

wish u all a very merry Xmas....

hope Santa Claus doesnt change and start stealing gifts from children.....

Celebratory Kiss!!!

I read a magazine long time ago and there was an article about the most famous kisses .I couldnt  forget this pic at all.It was VJ Day 1945 at the Times Square, New York.What was so special about this kiss??? The sailor and the nurse in that pic never knew each other.They were complete Strangers.It was photographed by Alfred EisenStaedt on 14th Auguat 1945 or the Victory over Japan day. He was  photographing the rapidly changing events during the V-J celebration when suddenly he saw a sailor running along the street grabbing every girl at sight young or old and kissing them in the same way...Alred could tok many pics but none of them satisfied him. And then he noticed this Nurse wearing a white uniformed and concentrated on her and just as he hoped the sailor came and bent her and kissed her. Alfred said the dress colour made the photograph special-The black and white combination.

Years later the girl in that pic came forward to say " I let him kiss me cause he had been in war and fought it for me" 

Neither the girl nor Alfred had time to ask who that sailor was? Both were lost in the moment that was like a dance step for that girl and an ultimate moment of celebration for the photograper.

Since 2005, every year on VJ day, the Times Square Alliance invites couples or strangers to come make out in the same spot as this nameless pair did just 63 years ago.

PS: Now I think what would have happened if a similar thing would have happened in india after the recent mumbai terror strike ended?

No one can survive becoming a legend!!!

A great rock and roll musician,a singer,a songwriter,an author,an actor,a hippie,an almost god,a living legend and a lot more.What can I write abt the First Beatle...-JOHN LENNON.

There are many people who lived and died long before you took birth.Some of them will make you feel that you could have born early so that u could have that golden chance of living in the same era as those great people...John Lennon is one such person for me.The man who created the greatest rock n roll band of all times-THE BEATLES.

The reason why i choose to wrote something about him is bcoz on -8th December 1980 thats 28 yrs ago.A troubled and psychotic man named MARK DAVID CHAPMAN who for his own reasons chose to live in the fictional world of Holden Caulfield a character of a novel and really changed the world by shooting the most loved man during that time.The reason???Even Mark doesnt know why he did it who am i to answer this question?

I guess "No one can survive becoming a legend".........

I feel he stills lives inside all of us who have listen to him.There are  moments that make me feel happy,sad,excited,lively,spiritual and what not....and when i listen to him/beatles it makes feel good.

A tribute to a great man who till this day continues to inspire me and a million others through his songs and music and the band he created, the band he destroyed....Zindabad the legend of JOHN LENNON..

Jailbird gets crazy !!!!

Thank God I have not been to jail. I never wanna go there.But I think about jail a lot. I don't know why. I think about how big my cell would be. How many push-ups I would do?How many days I ll spend there if at all I am sent there for some reasons?What kind of drawing I make inside the walls of my cell?Will I finally decide to write some book about my totally useless life?

What kind of books will I read, fiction? Non fiction? Religious? or Philosophical? What will I talk in the social meetings that happen inside the jail like it was shown in the movie HANCOCK.

Will I be able to bribe the jail authorities to keep a TV with TataSky+ inside my cell....I am Sure i ll be able to recharge it thru some work inside the jail. Atleast a Sony PSP..?

The reason i think a lot about being inside a jail is because I live alone anyway. My room is so small that it resembles a lot like a furnished cell, it's kind of the same. I'm in solitary.

How can someone like me not think about jail? Every night on TV I watch people going there.

They must be some terrorist, psycho, mass-murderer even politicians and army people.

Have u notice they are always covering up their face with their hand, cloth or something.

What is this person's reputation that he has to worry about this kind of exposure by the media

damaging his good name? Is he waiting for some joining date from a big software company or a nod from some guy who's daughter liked him?

He's afraid that the software company HR is going to catch this on TV and go, "Isn't that DFcuk Singh but no king from SSCET BHILAI? He was up in that railway station eve teasing some girls that werent actually good looking. I don't know if that's the kind of boy we want in our software divisions. He should be in BPO."

Or possibly he may be afraid that his galfrd's dad may watch this on India Tv and hear from his stupid daughter " See dad, I told u he isnt Gay....he proved his sexual orientation... now let me marry this guy"

ooops thats it.... cant write anymore....Sometimes a 25 kg fist is much stronger than a pen or a keyboard(2 years warranty) worth Rs300...

hope the guy with 25 kg fist doesnt read this....