a shair....

haath jala liye tumhe suraj tohfe mein dene ke liye,

aur tum kahti ho tumhein chaand chahiye tha,

main kyun aisa karta hoon...........

main kyun itne shabd likhta hoon,

tukde tukde bat ta hoon,

sach likhta hoon, jhoot likhta hoon,

kyun khud se be-imaani karta hoon,

har pal ko, har khwaab ko,

kyun syaahi mein doobon kar,

dhaage mein pirota hoon,

kyun kagaz pe yeh haar chadhata hoon,

kabhie raakh ka istemaal karta hoon,

kabhie angaron ka sahara leta hoon,

apni baat likhne ke liye,

yeh kaisi chaal chalta hoon,

apne hi hisson se bair karta hoon,

kisi ka matam karta hoon,

kisi ke saath jashn manata hoon,

main kyun aisa karta hoon,

Learn & let others learn: plzz...don't ignore me!!!!

Learn & let others learn: plzz...don't ignore me!!!!: Please Don’t Ignore me Dancing are the words in streets, Let me repeat, Dancing are the words in streets, That I love you, And if...

plzz...don't ignore me!!!!

Please Don’t Ignore me

Dancing are the words in streets,

Let me repeat,

Dancing are the words in streets,

That I love you,

And if you think, I am spreading them,

Then let me tell you,

Its hundred per cent true,

You don’t love me,

Probably never will,

That I always knew,

So it’s not a tool to get you,

Neither a way to impress you,

But an expression of my love for you,

A feeling shared with a hope to reach you,

Don’t love,

Don’t do, if you don’t want to,

Though it’s a humble request,

Don’t ignore me too,

However all I want is that,

Whenever you pass by,

Just say Hi,

With a smile,

It will make you look more beautiful, me cheerful,

And eventually high

Don’t love me like a rose,

But don’t ignore me like its leaves,

Don’t love me, if you don’t want to,

Though please! Don’t ignore me too,

- Amit Saini

Learn & let others learn: khamosh khamoshi thapar amit saini

Learn & let others learn: khamosh khamoshi thapar amit saini

Learn & let others learn: lyrics..on the tunes of eye of the tiger....

Learn & let others learn: lyrics..on the tunes of eye of the tiger....: जो भी है यहाँ अपने उन सबको मैं भुला दूँ खाली बोतल में क़ैद सपने सारे यहीं बहा दूँ - 2 बेफिक्र राहों में बढ़ते हुए फिजा ...

Lyrics on the tune of Eye Of The Tiger....

जो भी है यहाँ अपने

उन सबको मैं भुला दूँ

खाली बोतल में क़ैद सपने

सारे यहीं बहा दूँ - 2

बेफिक्र राहों में बढ़ते हुए

फिजा की बाहें पकड़

आसमान के सब तारे छूते हुए

रफ्तारें भरते हुए

हम चल दिए ...

जो भी यहाँ रंग बिखरे

उनसे मैं खुद को रंगलूं

रोशन जुगनू की इक पल की रौशनी

आँखों में भरलूं

नज़रें देखती हैं जो

वहां से दूर

क़यामत के सारे अजूबे

तूफानों का ताज छीनते हुए

पर्बतों को गिराते हुए

हम चल दिए ..

हम चल दिए ..

हम चल दिए ...

sharif

हम ही थोड़े शरीफ रह गए वरना क्या गम था,

सबकुछ दान में दे दिया वरना क्या कम था,

khamosh khamoshi thapar amit saini

Teacher!

agla sawaal....10,000 ke liye

what is common in these personalities?

Jayalalitha, naveen patnaik, mamta banerjee, mayawati

A. they are railway ministers B.they are teachers

C. they are Unmarried D. they were actors

as soon as Shri Amitabh Bacchan spoke these dialogues, one of the guy sitting in mess shouted as hard as he could from his larynx "teacher ban ne ki aukaad nahi hai inki"...

His words instantaneously took me back to that old street where my Old teacher's Old house was situated. As I immersed myself into my old childhood memories, I forgot about eating the life saving drug-Mess Food.

In Sunday comic strip there are dialogue boxes which take the story forward, it was as if I had entered the comic strip and these dialogue boxes, instead of words, started to fill with Pictures from my past. How teacher used to give me a piece of Pizza for scoring good marks in exam and consoling me on scoring less. My skin can still feel her hand's wrinkled skin which used to touch it while she hugged me in her arms.

A mother for a five year old child, living alone in house away from his biological mother, that's what this teacher seemed to look.

My nursery days, when I used to play with Abacus, manual time watch, pictures in her evening classes, at her home were nothing but a way of growing up. For her, I was a small plant having a capacity to become a Banyan tree who on learning these things was producing roots to strengthen his hold on land.

She used to charge a hefty amount of tuition fee from my father but to me a five year old child, it seemed she was an angel playing the role of mother in my life.

Under her I learned the importance of most important thing in life which every organism on this planet needs- Love

Melody in Trouble......R.I.P.

One of the biggest shocks I got yesterday apart from hearing the course of one of my Chemical Engineering subjects was the news of Amy Winehouse's death, a R&B, jazz and soul singer who also happened to be a drinking and drug addict, with a unique dressing style, no! actually hairstyle.

I saw her first time on T.V. and last on my laptop screen while watching her recorded video of Back to Black performance (last time means when I saw her last time and not when she was alive).

A bit strange type of thinking, well! yeah! that's how it is with me, and probably that's how it was with Amy. Her strange ways of living which lead to her several breakups and fights. Okay! that's too personal but I just wanted to build a connection with her, well!, it seems, its hard luck to build a connection with this extremely gifted singer.

Hard luck that's what this hell of a singer had, She climbed the ladder of success, got high, and fell down in paradise, probably because god loved her contralto vocals so much that he called her near her.

She was not only the muse of Fashion designer Karl Lagerfeld but also of music and music lovers. Her fans must have had tears in their eyes, on hearing her death.

Hence, for this Frank performer whom I used to call "Melody in Trouble" while she was alive, here's my Frank tribute.....

you were high,

when you were alive,

on top of your world,

when you died,

winner of Grammy,

and people's hearts,

be Frank with God,

and tell him what pain you hold,

about the loosing game with life you played,

the trouble you faced

and how with your unique ways you got slayed,

so that he embraces you,

and makes you new,

and tells you "you are stronger than me",

sends you Back from Black,

in light,

to shine bright,

in another birth,

on lovely earth,

where you again walk with grace

make in your fans' hearts' a brand new palace,

thus, their tears dry on their own,

which flow, while, in your death they mourn,

- Amit Saini

count the stars in the sky..

Count the stars in the sky and you would be able to count the number of people who don't get proper nutrition in India; and mind you guys the word is NUTRITION not food.The Mid-day meal launched by Indian Government in schools seems to be total failure, not because, funds are unavailaible but because the person who has been authorized to implement this task is corrupt.Be it headmaster,school incharge or any other Government employee taking care of all this.The problem with people is that no one wants to take responsibility,they blame the government for having a chaotic system,while they themeselves are responsible in causing this chaos by not abiding its rules and regulations.They-The People niether come forward nor follow and thus create a society of blamers.'Chalta hai' that's the word they love,worship and use in their daily life,its this word whose utterance gives them nutrition.You can see many people lying on sidewalks,under bridges,near railway tracks surviving on,it seems just air, and nothing else.Why?When there are so many people in India who have property in millions and billions.Why this uneven distribution of wealth? Its not the question of black money in swiss banks as Babaji is fighting for.Its about the usage of money he has earned from people,Where is it used?The question is what is the Percenatge of people in India who have enough income including Babaji-the great, come forward to help people? Count the corners on the surface of sphere, you would get the answer.Government is just a governing body who has its own problems,it takes care of many issues of the nation and accordingly takes decision, and what
We-the people, do? We just comment on it according to our interest and Profit in any particular issue it solves.We are blamers,irresponsible,self centered citizen of India and to know our number
Count The Stars In The Sky!

Dreams

Dreams are poor man's way of escaping from his limited present,a creators life,an inventor's idea,a parent's future for his child,a prostitute's relief from her torturous present,a child's game,a newly married couple's fantasy,a worker's success,a lover's way of expressing love.

Whole life is like a dream,a learning, exciting dream which you can either just see or prefer to add on the dream to make it bigger and better...........Its all your choice....it always was,is and will be...