A Heartbreaking Poem

There was a poor guy called Jose
He breathed through his asshole, not his nose
Poor little guy had no one to look after him,
since his parents departed.
Whenever he sneezed, everyone thought he farted.
One day he went to the park, to breathe in fresh air,
But all he could breathe was his assholes stench.
Tired and weary, he sat on a bench.
He suffocated, he died.
I know all of you'll cried.

Poor Jose :(

Chee Aye!

If your future is going to be shaped by your present deeds, I'm pretty sure my future is going to be a very boring sculpture or as the snobs call it - 'Abstract Art'
My day starts at 5.20am when my alarm rings and I wake up hesistantly. I pick up my back pack and wear formals, yes those same formal clothes which I was so very excited to wear a year back, but now seems like a burden on my petite body. I walk to my swimming-cum-school-cum-buddy bench buddy's place and go to the swimming pool. Swimming at 6am is not at all as exciting as it sounds, especially if you do it in a swamp filled with cranky kids.
The rest of my day is spent in studying for my future career. 7-10am classes, 10.30-7 articleship and then I'm too dead to even know what I am doing. Yes, Im trying to be a CA.
Ill finish the rest of this post if I have time after I finish studying for my exams, preparing the pending Audit report, computing some rich idiots tax liabilty and finaliz....zzzzzzz.

V-Day! V-Day! Yaay!

On the most Loveliest Day of the year, a dear friend of mine has written the most loveliest poem for his Love. :)

Paribhasha!

Baitha rehta tha yuun main tanha
Akele mann he mann muskurayee
Hoti thee kamii mehsoos kisiiki   :*(
Par afsos yeh kamii oojhal na ho paayee
Sangat to thee galat,
Par galat nahe tha mera matt
Bigdaa mera vesh,bigdii meri bhassha
Haath aaye sirf niraasha
Chadd gaya tha hriday mein
Mere ahankar aur ghamand
Par nah bigdaa kuch to wah tha mera sachcha mann
Ghumtaa tha galiyon mein dinbhar
Apeksha meinki miolegaa kisika saath
Par saabit ho jaata tha main galat,kyunki
Akeley he ho jaati thi raat
Biklakhtaa tah main jab bhuuk se
Tab ek he cheeze ki kami  mehsoos hoti ,
Woh tee uske haath ki roti
Baavjuud roti toh nah hoti;
Par tanhaaye zaroor saath hoti.
Manzil ki raah se badalte gaye mere raastein;
Par waqt ki iss aandhi se main nah badla
Kunki ankh mundtein hee yaad aati unki yaadein:
Sochtein they unhe aitna naah yaad karengay;
Par kya pata tha aankh band karte hee iraadey badal jayengay.
Safalta se chadungaa seedhi kaamyabi ki
Yeh the hamari dono ki aasha
Kaafir ho jaayegee niraahsha.
Khabar nah tha,sandeh nah tha
Naa he kii thi akaanksha ya apeksha;
Kay kuch hee panktiyon mein zaahir kar paaungaa apne
JEEVAN KI PARIBHAASHA...
       

Ah Blogs!

Finally! Decided to sit down with my beloved keyboard in front of my computer screen and type out random BS that comes into my mind. All in the name of 'Blogging'. But is this really a Blog?
According to Wikipedia- A blog (a contraction of the words web log)^[1] is a discussion or informational site published on the World Wide Web and consisting of discrete entries ("posts") typically displayed in reverse chronological order (the most recent post appears first).
The only thing in common that my 'Blog' has with the above defination is that my posts will appear in reverse chronological order. The things I will type out over here are neither a part of any discussion nor are they informational. So,this is not a blog.
So? What is this?                         *Insert dramatic pause*
Well, this is my HOME!  Yeah, Im going to watch TV, sleep on the couch, throw my wet towel on the bed and never put down the toilet seat here.
Yo.