wassup.....

Well well well….how have you guys been……..ahk is back……….I know, Iknow you guys missed me…….wondering where I have been??? Well the only thing that comes back after every six months to haunt a student…….exams man semester exams, kind of sick of them, thank god they are over,  So this is what you guys missed……….

                First off all……..my didi got married. Ya congrats didi.Then came exams and man how did I manage them.My didi got married on 8^th of May and the exams started on 19^th.So basically I studied for just  4 to 5 days for my exams. In other news I crashed my bike(yeah you all can yell “NOT AGAIN!!!!”) on 24^th, total cost of repairing, 15 grand, still havent got her, she is still in the service center waiting for the insurance to get cleared and in much bigger news I am now in 3^rd year, can you believe it guys, well even I cant, it seems as if it was just yesterday I started college…..you people might also be wondering why am I talking about myself since this blog is not about that, well I have written few stuff but I don’t find them quite upto the standard so I have kept them in hold, further I cant seem to find a good topic to write on, so guys help me out, give me a topic, and give some serious interesting ones, not the ones we used to get for english essay writing, all right just continue looking in this place, the real blog is coming up pretty soon……..coz

Today I don't feel like doing anything

I just wanna lay in my bed

Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone

'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

Forgive yourself

Have you ever hurt someone and then you later wished that you never did that. That you never had that long conversation, and the whole point that you were trying to make is actually based on the horribly ridiculous ego that you have. It’s only when you end up with a huge mess that is when you realize that this is what you had feared the most. The whole picture of arguing with the other person flashes in your eyes like a flashback with all the effects and thunders and you feel like your brains are about to explode for working so much. You wait for that one opportunity to restart that conversation and hope this time you will end up on the winning side. But when you have already done that it’s only then that you realize that winning isn’t exactly what you need. Sometimes losing the battle, surrendering, subduing to your so called enemy is far better than seeing tears in your enemy’s eyes. Knowing that you are capable of accepting defeat which your enemy isn’t and there was a day that you loved your enemy more than how much you hate your friends now.

Your search for that one person has resulted in a disastrous calamity. The whole world seems to be so much full of maya and everything you look upon seems to be fake. The guitar that you played doesn’t quite seem to be in tune no matter how much you tune it, the bike that you ride lacks the adrenaline kick that it had, the sun gleaming down the tree’s lack the silver that it used to sprinkle the other day. The cool breeze seems to be poisonous, the water dangerous mercury. Food turns into ash in your mouth, money can no longer buy you happiness; women can no longer satisfy you.

You know you have your weaknesses; you know that you are exposed. You know that you are being tampered with; you know you are being betrayed. You know where the boundary ends but you keep pushing on. You question your own judgments, you wish you get through. Your gun is always backfiring, your knife is dull too. You wish you can show you true colors but you know they are dark and blue.

How do you rebuild the trust that you shared? How do you hide your darker twin? You may be happy to lose to someone you don’t know but how can you lose to the person residing inside you? Do you know how difficult it is to defeat yourself? The anger for the other person may go but how do you cool the anger for yourself?? You may sense the fear in the enemy’s eyes but can you hide your fear from yourself? You may forgive the other person but how do you forgive yourself?

How do you forgive yourself?




I understand that there are some problems

And I am not too blind to know

All the pain you kept inside you

Even though you might not show


If I can't apologize for being wrong

Then it?s just a shame on me

I?ll be the reason for your pain

And you can put the blame on me

RESPECT

I recently got a new sticker on the silencer pipe of my R15. It cries out loud “RESPECT”. To be honest with you all, the idea for it came from FIFA. Well most of us who follow football might have seen the word running around on the electronic advertisement boards. Now when the sticker guy asked what I would like to be written on the tail pipe I said RESPECT out of the inner attitude that I have. But apart from it I never gave a deep thought into what it actually represents or rather means until when this 1’st year girl in our college was tying her shoe laces with her foot on the letters. I really got pissed off and we had a long conversation on whether she was illiterate, blind or simply ignorant. But this small incident made me think. What is the thing that I want convey to the masses with this small word. Is it an Order, or a Request? Is it a statement, or a notice?

When you see the word RESPECT with nothing in front of it nor any thing in its rear how do you interpret it?

If given a thought then you must agree that RESPECT is a very important pillar that keeps the society running. Without respect the system will be so easily disrupted, all the sequence tampered, the rules broken, the order turned into chaos. But if seen closely then we’ll see that RESPECT has long evaded the hearts of the common man. The motorist doesn’t think twice before evading that traffic signal, the Romeo’s does not think twice before cheating on their Juliet’s. The politicians give a damn about it voters while pocketing all the cash, The musician pays no heed to any copyright violations before lifting that track, The policemen before taking the bribe, The government official before passing the pensioners file, The student before preparing chits for exams, The sportsman before taking a dope, The doctor before stealing the kidney, The engineer before ordering low grade cement, The champu before peeing on the roadside. RESPECT is missing everywhere, and the end result is chaos.

People who live under self build rules and ethic does not need a reminder for RESPECT of the universe and its small details. Why do other people have to impose rules and regulations on you when you can build them yourself, and the fun part being you can tweak it according to your needs. When you have RESPECT for every small thing around you only then you can be truly a complete man not just to the world but also to yourself. Respect, Honor, Dignity, make that your driving force and nothing can stop you. With these small changes you can always sing

Oh, this has gotta be the good life

This has gotta be the good life

This could really be a good life, good life

I say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight

Like the city is on fire tonight

This could really be a good life

A good, good life

love the idea of LOVE

LOVE IS IN THE AIR………

What????


You people don’t believe me? Look around. Check the date probably, have look at your cell phones sms traffic , switch on the television and you’ll find most of the channels changing their logos to some vivid red colored hearts and ribbons with cheap animations of two roses shaking around them. On the social networking sites there will be loads of applications helping you find your true love. Celebrities wishing you happy V-day and blah blah, the newspapers page 3 you’ll get to know whether shahid found his next didi an all. Its love season guys, well the cold has certainly left and the sun is shining bright, the lawns of Victoria memorial and Millennium Park is filled with couples expressing their love for their loved ones in all kinds of desi and firangi istyle.

This is how the oxford dictionary defines love-
Pronunciation:
/lʌv/
Noun
[Mass noun]
1 a strong feeling of affection:
Babies fill parents with intense feelings of love
Their love for their countrya
A strong feeling of affection and sexual attraction for someone:
They were both in love with her
We were slowly falling in love
Affectionate greetings conveyed to someone on one's behalf:
Give her my love
A formula for ending an affectionate letter:
Take care, lots of love, Judy


For full details go to http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/love?view=uk
Wikipedia says Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. In philosophical context, love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection. In some religious contexts, love is not just a virtue, but the basis for all being, as in the Roman Catholic phrase, "God is love". Love may also be described as actions towards others (or oneself) based on compassion. Or as actions towards others based on affection. Click on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love for the full article.

But you people might think why a.Khan is suddenly interested all this love and stuff???
No I haven’t found a girl……..nor do I intend to do so.

Its that are you people blind??? Don’t you have the courage to remove the invisible glasses on your eyes and see the actual picture? Use your brains not your kidneys. Do you really think that the person that you are seeing for the last one month or year or even more actually “loves” you?? Well before I ask you that I would like to know whether you think that the “love” that you think is love actually exist??


Well I’m sorry to say but I DON’T THINK SO.


Now before you jump to some conclusions here I must tell you I’m not one of those extremists lobbying to ban your loved V-Day and make public display of affection a crime, nor am I with the shiv sena or Sangh parivar who has vowed to film kissing couples this V-Day and post them on YouTube(If you find them then please do flag them).

What I’ll intend to do is to try to wake you up from this trance that you are in and give a little insight on love. In order to do that I want you to imagine a world where love simply vanished into thin air over night. Imagine you wake up tomorrow morning and “love is gone”. No, wars will not break out but this is what will happen.
The wall streets and dalal streets will crash, nothing else.
Do you know the market value of love???

Hold your breath, wait for it, its more than 3 trillion US dollars(multiply with 50 to get is rupees).

Love in today’s world is so commercialized that the x and y generation simply just wanna fall in love, It doesn’t matter if they are actually in love or not. From day 1 of their life they are constantly spoon fed with love that they would subconsciously kill someone just to fall in love. As if, if they are not in “love” they do not exist. From how Cinderella found her prince charming to all those complicated twilight love stories. Books, Films, Music, T.V. , newspapers, magazines.The processor in their brain is all ways busy analyzing the signals and transmissions coming from the opposite sex and their RAMs are packed with data gathered from friends and media.
Its time you realized that the commercialistic capitalistic world is playing with your brain. It’s your brain, not some art clay which they will mould according to their greed. In a loveless world who will buy all those roses and chocolates, music industry, the whole of Bollywood and partly Hollywood will have to pack up. Cell phone operators will have to sell food products and T.V. channels will be out of news (the only news they show these days is which celebrity hooked up with whom) and ideas for soap operas. Humans developed straight spines because they questioned, so question everything, start reasoning. The whole drama that is going around you is not “love” it’s just a huge corporate propaganda to reap you of your (well actually your parents) hard earned money. It’s like one of those cover stories of the CIA or KGB or our desi RAW. Only that it is so big that no one bothers to think about it. So think again, recheck your blue print, scan for the bugs and malwares, balance your charts, and don’t let this inception planted in your brain take over you.
Don’t fall in love just to be in love and later sing “Every rose has its thorn” but find the right one and say “You can run you can hide but you can’t escape my love”

good life

Just a day into blogging and I have 4 followers and 29 hits.

On the other hand I have inspired dipankar (a very good friend of mine from STBS, Kidderpore) to start blogging.

His post is at http://dipstory.blogspot.com/ and is quite interesting.

Here I need to make an acknowledgement to a person who inspired me to start blogging. Adwitiya Dutta Chowdhury at http://adwitiyaduttachowdhury.blogspot.com/ It was only after reading her blog that I even thought of blogging. Thanks Apa.

A very interesting thing happened yesterday. After all those ceremonial cake cutting and stuff I came back to my room and was browsing and downloading some random stuff when one of my friend from DIT called and said “are arif suna hai tere ghar ke samne kya bawaal ho raha hai,ekbar niche jake dekh to”. I was a bit surprised since how come this person knows about a brawl in progress in front of my home and I’m unaware of it. So I went out and opened the door and these four idiots were standing there with a cake in their hand singing happy birthday. Dipjyoti,pushpak,anand and shahbaz. I was so surprised with them that I started using some colonial language. I mean it was near about 9 pm in the night and what are these idiots doing there.

We all went in and I did the honors once again. Ma told me to juggar for a chicken which I got from one of our neighbours. For dinner we had beef biriyani with chicken (excluding puspak and anand for the beef part). Later that night we watched “jhoota hi sahi”, loved raghu for his omar part.we went to bed around 2.45.
In the morning we were so late for college (they had to go back to their homes for college uniform) that we had to spend the whole first half in library.

Now while writing this piece I have realized how lucky I am to have friends like these and maybe the only person to cut two cakes in one birthday.This would be my most memorable birthday yet.

A fresh start

It’s my birthday and I have turned 20.My sisters are planning a surprise party and I know it from all their sneaking around and whisperings. Ma will make my favorite beef biriyani later in the evening. My friends (well most of them,) have started wishing me happy birthday in various different ways since last midnight. Some seem to have forgotten but I'm not heartbroken.

New years and Birthdays have one thing in common. They are an opportunity for us to start over new. Well most of us promise to do so but then how many of us actually do it? Now that I have a similar situation in hand I plan to make a fresh beginning. Few thing that I intent to do are start working on my career (in other word studying), stop rash driving on my bike (It’s still in the service center for the freak accident I had on 26th Jan), try harder to learn my guitar, start working out, and start blogging (which I think I have already started and intent to have at least one post a week).

But you know what I don’t know why deep inside I’m not that happy, I mean not as happy I were when I turned 18 or 19.Its not like I’m sad or something but I feel as if this is just another day. There are also few questions that my heart is asking myself. Now that 20 years of my precious life has passed what is the one thing that I’m proud of? What is it that I have found, what is it that I’ve lost, what is it that I have gained or failed to do. Am I just another spec of sand on the vast beach on the universe, eroded and polished by each wave of the sea or I’m here in this world to make a difference. Inside a voice tells me that you are here for something special, you are assigned a task small or big when you job is done only then can you feel the eternal sunshine. On the other hand another voice tells me that just as each drop is necessary to fill a sea I’m here for fill that negligible but very important part without which the sea knows that it is incomplete.

Life you can live in two different ways. One along with the flow of the stream and the other one is to get out of that stream and make a path of your own and make yourself seen to everyone in that stream. Turning 20 is that pivoting point which I believe is the time to make that decision. Do I go with the flow completing my B.Tech getting a decent job in a good company with a decent paycheck, get married and raise beautiful children as they say live happily ever after only to die or should I do something different take the risk of either making it big or regret this decision for the rest of my life. I yes then which path should I take. The questions are so many that music is the only cure and the one that I’m listening to right now says,
Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

Wake me up when September ends


Like my father's come to pass

Twenty years has gone so fast

Wake me up when September ends