Poem by my friends

This is a simple and sweet poem from heart by my dearest friends :) I was extremely happy to receive it as one of my birthday gifts.. the best gift ever :)
Dedicating this post to them :)


"This is a poem about a shaitaan we know,
Always hasmukh , showing teeth white as snow!
She is unique , she is antique
our R&D Head! always analytic!
She is bold, her boli is bindaas
Plays mindgames, at that she's very smart
Has a liking for animals, love for ghaas :P
That's why she is down to earth and humble
All agree she is very very adorable :D"




These six words were left blank.. Made me hunt for these six chits from a heap of paper bits and fill the blanks.. :D

WHACKY TALKY

Nowadays, we hardly find anyone without a cellphone.. that small thing always clinging on to the ears..sometimes i wonder if they are really talking!!!People will no more look at you weirdly when you are talking to yourself..(Phew!! that's a big advantage)..These days it has become more of an ornament than a communication tool..We do get fascinated when we see them stylishly displayed..long to own one..while their big brothers are now accompanied by grime lamenting about their immobile nature... No wonder the count of old age homes have been on the rise.. Sayings like 'Old is gold' have been dumped into the trash.. It's amazing that this sticky sachet has an ultrasonic voice too which constantly sings its anthem " dont dare to belittle coz i am the devil" But we cant hear them.. they are ultrasonic!!! let alone ultrasonic.. we cant even hear our moms calling.. This devil didnt spare even our eardrums!!!

But certainly it has helped few of them to flash on the news.I came across a breaking news last year.. a female whose fingerbones were powdered only because she thought she would have some finger exercise with this devil.. sorry.. i am gonna call it devil henceforth...proud to be in news right? well, there's another set of people who advise you to have some finger exercise by pleasing you with their talents.. But none would have ever imagined that this talent would cost hundreds of lives.. don't stick to human beings.. i am talking about the aerials.. We all have mourned over the story of Abhimanyu's death in Chakravyuha.. Too harsh isn't it? But we never realized that now it's we who are responsible for the barrage of electromagnetic waves that drive the poor birds to extinction..Neverthless to say, we have even taught the children to attack them.. Babies learn to say 'Hello' much before they learn to recognize their parents!! Thanks to this technology that it has reduced the outflow of money for toys... Days aren't far when children will be learning about sparrows in place of dinosaurs..

But, it feels so good when you speak to your near and dear ones... If not for this devil (oops!), we would definitely not have been alerted by anyone about the rising levels of Mithi river.. kudos technology!!you are good at putting periods to question marks and question marks to periods too!!

The 'Schooly' Child

June 15th, 2009, a sweet chirpy morning tickled my eyes which couldn't stop from opening its door to welcome the beauty of nature. Longing to see some scenes of sunrise, it eagerly peeped out of the window. But alas! I forgot that it isn't going to be the the same anymore. The school bags have already geared up to gain weight, unlike those size zero models and hang on something soft and hard... oh yeah.. shoulders.. The shoulder owners, who had definitely not slept the previous night, are in a state of ambiguity whether to cry or to be happy. Be happy, for the reason that those bundle of pages lying on their bags will be relieving them from those tiring first day lectures by giving a special treat to the nostrils and cry because they arent oblivious of the fact that there's going to be a half dozen months more to gain their independence. Wonder if these children really know that their destiny is not all about this when they are ferociously dragged by their parents to somehow push them into the four-wheeler before it bades a goodbye??!!! The struggle doesn't end here... after all they are school students and there's bound to happen a bench-fight,else a big bash is in waiting at their houses. The day begins with a prayer.. Teachers asking students to join their palms and close their eyes.. but only the children themselves are aware of the small hole beneath the eyelidswhich catch hold of the teacher's actions and that their head bowed actually helps those 'eyeholes' to admire the new ironed uniforms they have worn.. little do they realize that this uniform is going to be the one they will be hating in near future..Now the next wait is for recess.. the child boringly stares at the new class teacher who has already foiled all the expectations of an interesting lecture the child had..a fear creeps into the mind if it will get any teacher to be mentioned as its favorite ..the good look of all new sharpened pencils and erasers waiting to be undressed go in vain as they become the prey of this child's boredom.. after the first period the child starts the countdown of the ringing of bells.. as soon as it reaches half the number of times the bell gonna ring a day, the child starts screaming as it can kill all those rats which were running in its stomach. Hardly does the child wait for the next bell.. It wishes the day had only the 4th bell and the final bell...now back to classroom which welcomes it with few confusions about seats.. Again the pencil and rubber get ready to get themselves decorated and tortured by the student..the countdown again starts..but suddenly it forgets to count.. There comes one wonderful lecture.. the hunt for a favorite teacher comes to an end.. Now the child can proudly mention to his non-school friends about he too having a favorite teacher..The pre-final bell rings followed by the National Anthem and next comes the much awaited final bell.. the child runs out of the classroom to meet his mom at home as if it has been ages since they have met..In the evening, when i peeped out of the window i could see the fresh child-in-the-morning returning home with a dull and dry face.. its back already tending to get a hump. All the experiences and happenings gush out of the child's mouth as soon as it meets her..Thirty years later when this child dangles from a dadar local for its dear life, it will wonder and laugh at all these unworthy stupidities and then will it realize the fact that the Pythagoras gibberish which it had studied with doors of its room shut hasn't even taught it to fix a flat tyre!!!!