Suresh Verma

Benchod Sutta, sutta na mila.....Benchod
The happiness of pronouncing the very word Benchod was evident on his face, it was beyond measure. Sutta, Daru, Hukka, Talli public and Suresh Verma dancing flat on his back on the floor voicing the choicest of bad words remixed with songs lyrics and intimidating actions..... experiencing all of this first hand - Priceless......."Delhi ki yaade taza kardi bhenchod. ma ki, sala aaj maine bohot dino baad wo kara jo delhi me sala bhenchod hamesha karta tha.....maza aa gaya yaar ben da." He was confessing in me. "e Suresh "bhag d k baja raha hai, aaja" and there he goes once again shouting the song dancing in his very own style with extra emphasis on Bose D K.......2 guys were on top of him doing 'bollywoods favourite intimidating, seductive, angry, revengeful, aka all in one nagin dance' while Suresh was encouraging or alluring them with a hand gesturing availability of more of his Body Parts. Fun it was.

In just few moments he painted a life size painting of his own, which was 'todu' as compared to what his office image is. He is very descent in office. Always prefers to call people with more polite adjectives and voice not rising above a certain decibel level. Doesn't complain even if he doesn't agree with something, he will follow it all the way till he can. Wears specs and has fine sense of formal dressing. Descent. Suresh Verma the Implementer.( MBA.)(from RAI university)

Suresh Verma......a Dellhite at heart, lost in the crowd of Mumbai trying to find his way up the 'carrier' ladder. Pehn Da..... :)

A Pat on the Back

To re-instate your faith, to clear your mind, to take you back to the running track....a pat on the back in time by the right person and at right time saves 9.

Sometimes its the same thing that we have heard from many people before but it coming from a particular person has unmatched impressions. That one moment decides your fate for the rest of the race, if you don't get that nitro booster in time then you disqualify yourself and then there is no way to get back, you loose hopes. A few lucky ones get it in right time by the perfect person while some brighter souls take it upon themselves to turn their hands 180 degrees and give a successful pat themselves.

Whichever way it is, it is crucial. I got mine in time.
Thanks to all the charming souls out there.

Ishq Sufiyana

Tere Vaste mera ishq sufiyana, mera ishq sufiyana mera ishq sufiyana....
kay sunder asta na he feeling, the feeling of being in love......its strange that people can never exactly tell that whether they are in love or is it just a feeling of feeling of falling in love....
How do you feel it then, you are watching some movie (any movie for that matter) and suddenly a scene or dialogue reminds you of someone, and then you are no longer following the story but you are running a story of yourself parallel to the movie....you can dream of romantic drizzle with rainbows and go all giggles with the thought of a sensuous rain dance while the hero in current movie is mourning loudly over his mothers death.....(you are dead meat if you are hanging out with your friends.....just the thought that they will torture you for months to come terrifies you more than the real torture....the nice drizzle is replaced with a heavy downpour and beautiful clean streets are turned into muddy potholes....order another round of beer and pizzas if your friends are guys and probably you will survive the night..)
its worst when you are with parents (especially if you are officially the groom/bride to be age) when you go into one of those (imaginary)flashbacks at the lunch table when your mom is eager to pin point that you don't pay much attention to anything that they say and it's time you settle down..(a sharp nosed aunt will really take the pains to escort you the last mile towards grave by giving a word-by-word account of how her far flung relatives daughter/niece/son/nephew etc. did something that any person should not be discussing on lunch table) and then all you can do is push aside the rosy pictures you are painting of you and that beautiful person away for a while and eat without uttering another word.

But do we really fall in love as many times as we think we do? is it really love or overdose of romantic flicks or novels or pushy friends or overexcited hormones? what is love then? is it a search of another mind by our own to take away the loneliness created for the very purpose of fulfilling this need? or is it plain simple desire coated in the form of a subtle and acceptable way by our minds? or is it something you see in the KJo movies and hundreds of thousands of poets and authors and filmmakers have defined as?

I think that I have had a fare share of love in my life and when I ask myself these questions the answer changes every time based on the person I am in love with.....but it's never so clear to be stated and understood. It is a feeling that is more to be experienced than to be told about.....but then how does one know whether it's love he/she is experiencing or something else? (shut up I say to my intellectual half) as many have told in many films, "You'll know" ;)

The Verdict and The Learning Curve

It took me 24 months to learn and accept the term called 'Sharing'.
My mom thought I was a slow learner. I told her today, our country took 60 years and is still under the process. She says, "you are still a slow learner, its been 10 years since the first time I introduced you to the term called Politics".

DIRTY CONFESSION

How much you brooded inside
How much you bled


Your only demand was to be treated equally
Your only demand was to be heard


Your only demands were so silent
That your own conscious wept inside you
The weeping was loud yet unheard
And the demands un-granted


Once in a while
Came through a translator
He conveyed your feelings
He conveyed your pain


He was unheard or caved in the prison
Abolished from the herd
He fought for you
Or his conscious


But you never rose for yourself
The half of you is still waiting to be rescued
Waiting to be guided
Waiting to be lead


You ask the lord when will it end
Or will it ever
I pray to the same lord everyday
To make it over


Then I go behind the idol
Whisper secretly in his ears
That the day you listen to my first wish
Also grant me one other


I don’t want to see that day alive
I don’t want to be the one deprived
As the era of male domination will end
A peaceful yet brutal revenge it will send


Am I a male chauvinist?
Yes I am I behest
But it’s better than being
The dead descendent of a powerful sect

ATHEIST

lavkar chal....ani changle kapde ghal...he kay ghatlayas.....aga hyat kay vait ahe...koni mala baghnar kuthe ahe?
ticha attahas chaluch rahila...mag mi pan ticha ikla. kadhi kadhi argue karnyapeksha soppa mhanun apan ekhadi goshta karto na taasch kahisa. aarti susru zali, sagle jan prasanna chehra karun, chan poshakh karun hasrya mudreni talya vajavat hote, jyana arti yet hoti te mhanat pan hote. maza chehra thodasa udas vatla malach, mag ajubajuchyansathi mi to thoda hasra kela. kes thode avarle. haslo sudha thoda. ani actually mala thoda bara vatla. tya purna divsat prasanna asa hasat pahilyandach hoto me. udbatticha sugandh saglikade pasarala hota. lok agadi tallin houn aarti karat hote. me pan thodasa tyanchasarkha honyacha prayatna kela.

isnt the reason for the worship of god actually to makeus happy? to make us feel safe.....why does one need parents for....to be cared by, to be looked after by, to be papmered by. the same reason for the existence of god. man cannot enitrely rely on himself or others of his kind to decide whats right and whats not. the eternal questions that try to find the reason of our existence can not be entirely answered by the mortal species themselves. and hence we need an entity who we can rely upon. who is more powerfull and is not one of us. and hence we worship the god. we invent an entity who we now beleive has a hand in the making of us. and has enough powers to save us from any dangers that may come. and we worship him for making ourselves happy.

the reason for rememebering god has two purposes. to revive the faith and to share the feeling of being taken care of. the sense of safety. but it also accomplishes a hidden purpose, of making people feel happy about life. to make them fel happy about everything and nothing. and it succeeds. atleast it did with me.

check out a baby who has recently learned to bow in front of the almighty. gauge the expressions on his face, they are of happiness. the happiness is not due to the sense of being able tothank the god, but its just about acheiving a new task. a task that can be nothing more or less t pronouncing a forbidden word over and over again and catch all the exciting reactions of the elders. its all about that reward, the reactions from his elders. and for th elders its the satisfaction of teaching him something that their parents have tought them. something that the kid needs to learn.

Rishto ke kuch puraane dhaage abhi baaki hai...

Tumse vaada kiya tha hamesha saath nibhane ke...
Saath toh hum aaj bhi hai par dooriyaan hai darmiyaan...

Bohot meethe pal bitaye hai saath saath...
Pal nikal gaye sirf yaadein hi abhi baaki hai...
Rishto ke kuch puraane dhaage abhi baaki hai...

Hume tumse pyaar hai, tumhe humse pyaar hai...
Rishta wahi hai pyaar kahaan gaya...
Hume yun beech sadak par chod kar...
Humara hamsafar kahaan chala gaya...

Kabhi socha na thaa khwabo mein bhi...
Badh jayenge phaansle itne...
haatho me haath liye chal rahe the hum aapka...
Pata hi naa chala ye doraha kab aa gaya...