Thursday, August 27, 2009

पप्पू बड़े pressure में भाई


घर वालों ने कॉलेज भेजा, देखी नही हाथ की रेखा
सोंचा-पप्पू ऐसा काम करेगा ,colony में नाम करेगा
घर से भेजा B.Tech करने, पढने यहाँ वो आया था
हवा लगी कॉलेज की तब, छोटे बाल भी बड़े हो गए
तेल से चीपके थे जो बाल, अब जेल लगा कर खड़े हो गए
जब घर से चिठ्ठी है आई, पप्पू बड़े pressure में भाई ।

second year बन senior पहुँचा, ragging तो अब लेनी है
पहला साल कब कैसे बीता, जान नही वो पाया है
notes बना कर क्या है करना, quantum वो लाया है
Pocket Money ख़त्म हुई, computer course नया बहाना है
माँ कुछ पैसे और भेज दो, passport बनवाना है
Girlfriend भी नही बन पायी, पप्पू बड़े pressure में भाई ।


एक register लेकर चलता, cellphone पर है गाने सुनता
अम्मा की दुकान पर देखो, cigarette पीने आया है
core books का क्या है करना, जब KPH की माया हा
foreign authors के हाथ जोड़ता, concept में card बनवाया है
coding कर के क्या है करना, net से project उड़ाया है
घरवालों ने सपने देखे, दहेज़ की है list बनाई
मम्मी ने भी करी दुहाई, पप्पू बड़े pressure में भाई ।

last year तो सोच लिया है, class नही अब जाना है
हर saturday को सबसे, massbunk मरवाना है
बेradio और किताबें, N-series वो लाया है
तीन साल तो बीत गए, अब चौथा साल बकाया है
फ़िर भी पप्पू मस्त घूमता, नौकरी नही वोह पाया है
अब तो मुश्किल सर पर आई, पप्पू बड़े pressure में भाई ॥


Vikas Bajpai

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

forever...with U

In ur Pains In ur Gains,
Be it sunshine or the Rains
I'll be wid u forever..

In ur Joys In ur Sorrows,
Ur todays Ur tommorows,
I'll be wid U forever...

Lykk a song on Ur lips,
Lykk d faith In Ur worship,
I'll b wid U forever....

Lykk the gruzzling monsoon shower,
Lingereing fragnance of a flower,
I'll be wid u forever.....

In dis Lyff Or another,
For a Moment or Forever,
We'll always Be together.....

Thursday, May 28, 2009

INNERSPACE

Dislike when you like someone,
like a twinkling star in lonely dark,
blue sky like an ocean scene,
sun like a sunflower in her dream.

Blossams smell from valley of love,
essence that make u feel up,
make u feel up like a rising star,
have u something in your heart.

Emotions crumble in my little dream,
like an infant in her mother's dream,
jest joy and happiness are my words,
rise in love are my true words.

Love is not a word of four,
every letter has its own mean,
why do her heart shine,
is there a inner space that was mine.
WRITTEN BY
RISHABH SHUKLA

डाईरी के पन्ने

डायरी के पिच्च्ले पन्नो से फिसलकर वो सुखा गुलाब आज टूट गया,
लगा ,मानो तेरे साथ गुज़ारा वो लम्हा रेत बन कर हाथों से छुट्ट गया ,

तेरे बाद जिन रिश्तो को निभाया था मेरे डायरी के पन्नो ने ,
हमारा वो आखिरी रिश्ता भी आज उस सुखे गुलाब सा टूट गया,

कुछ पन्ने जिन्हे तेरी याद में सुबह-ओ-शाम रंगा था ,
उन पन्नो पर उभरा रंग आज स्याही सा छुट गया ,

औ टूट गई तेरी यादो से बंधी वो डोर आखिरी,
मेरी डायरी का वो सुखा गुलाब आज मेरा वजूद लूट गया......

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Friday, April 24, 2009

Heights of Recession...!!!

Doobte hue aadmi ne
Pul par chalte hue aadmi ko
Aawaz lagayi "bachao bachao"
Pul par chalte aadmi ne neeche
Rassi fenki aur kaha aao....

Nadi mein doobta hua aadmi
Rassi nahi pakad pa raha tha
Rah rah kar chillaa raha tha
Mein marna nahi chahta
Zindagi badi mehengi hai
Kal hi to meri ek MNC mein naukri lagi hai..

Itna sunte hi pul par chalte
Aadmi ne apni rassi kheench li
Aur bhagte bhagte wo MNC gaya
Usne wahan ke HR ko bataya ki
Abhi abhi ek aadmi doobkar mar gaya hai
Aur is tarah aapki company mein
Ek jagah khali kar gaya hai...

Mein berozgaar hoon muje le lo...
HR boli dost tumne aane me der kar di,
ab se kuch der Pehle humne us aadmi ko lagaya hai
Jo usse dhakka de kar tumse pehle yahan aaya hai !!!

Friday, March 13, 2009

fizz of love........

What did I see?
In these few days,
She’s near me,
I feel it as a date.

Few exotic feeling in my head,
I sing a song,
Is that what we need?
On this day, in that hour.

Everyday I see you,
I need you everyday.

It’s what I have to say,
It’s what I love to pray.

Stars are right,
Moon was tight,
I was with you,
In lovely countryside.

We were moving like an ocean seine,
Love is there that what we need,
Northern light up in the sky,
Dancing like goddess of love,
That what I feel.

Time has came,
Time has gone,
I said that word,
Which was made in heaven?

It will be next to never,
I have said it forever,
There was a hush,
I thought I made her hurt.

Icing my heart,
Feel it very cold,
I left my heart,
Under husk to roar.


Monday, March 9, 2009

poemm

तुझे सोच कर आंखे आज भी नम होती हैं ,
हर शै हर ज़र्रे में तू मेरे साथ ,
मेरी हमकदम होती है ,
तुझे भूल कर भी तुझे भूलना कभी आसा न हुआ,
जब भी तुझे भूलना चाहा ,
मेरे सीने में एक चुभन होती है,
मैं चौतरफा फैली इस तन्हाई में तेरे सुराग ढूँढता हूँ,
इस तन्हाई अब मुझे घुटन होती है ,
वो lamhey जो कभी तेरे साथ guzaarey थे,
आज उन lamho से मुझे jalan होती है,
तेरे aaney की ना आस है naa khwahish है मुझे ,
.................................................................
inkomplete....juss like me

Friday, February 27, 2009

Read it till the end.....good one!!!

Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell
his mother what he wanted.
Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.
Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for
his birthday.
Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.
Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last
year.
Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this
year.
Then write a letter to krishna and tell him why you deserve a bike for
your birthday.
Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write
krishna a letter.
**************

Letter 1

Dear krishna,

I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday.
I want a red one.
Your friend,

Bobby


**************
Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this
year,
So he tore up the letter and started over.

**************

Letter 2

Dear krishna,

This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I
would like
A red bike for my birthday. Thank you.
Your friend,

Bobby

**************
Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and
started again.

**************
Letter 3

Dear krishna,
I have been an OK boy this year. I still would really like a bike for
my birthday.

Bobby

**************

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to krishna either. So, Bobby
wrote a fourth letter.
**************
Letter 4
krishna,

I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry.
I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Please! Thank you,

Bobby

**************
Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him
a bike.
Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he
wanted to go to temple.
Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.
Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby's mother told him.
Bobby walked down the street to the temple on the corner.
Little Bobby went into the temple and up to the altar.
He looked around to see if anyone was there.
Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the radha.
He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the temple, down
the street, into the house, and up to his room.
He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a
pen.
Bobby began to write his letter to krishna.
**************
Letter 5


Krishna,

I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR GIRLFRIEND. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE

BIKE!!!!!!

Monday, February 23, 2009

POEMM.....

today the sun came a bit early,

to behold her charishma ..

today the tide was at its pinacle,

to salute her royalty,

today the birds chirped sweeter,

to match the beauty of her voice,

today the brooks ran swifter,

to match her dextrous steps,

today the flowers bloomed with more aroma,

to overdo her bodily odour,

today the dusk would come a bit early,

to escape her glittering glamour,

today nobody wudd sleep,

to let her majesty reside in solitude...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

darkness is not insane...

sun fallen from sky
there is a dark outside.

moon light like a chandeliers,
clouds like a ghost image.

breezy weather with a little cold.
moon light falling over spiders web.

vibrating noise of distant insect,
sounding like a wedding singer.

grasses worn drops of water,
beautiful darkness with shadowy images.

silence like under gravestone,
light fighting for her presence.

we all know that dawn is approaching,
darkness always has a fun hidden in it.

every night is follow by a day,
every day is follow by a dark.

darkness does not means sadness,
its something that man get better.

power to stand is not with you,
if darkness wasn't have in you.

power to stand power for stand,
light is not always dare in the end.

darkness does not follow light,
light follow the darkness.

rage and sadness follow the darkness,
darkness is not insane......

written by
Rishabh Shukla
soulofthepeople.blogspot.com

Monday, February 16, 2009

Is Love All Bulshit ????

This is in response to Rishabh's comment .. Love is all Bullshit ... i just want to say that his comment motivated me to write few lines on the topic... what i feels about it ....


When ur heart gets infected by the virus of love ..
Nothing in this world is then above.
The feelings and emotion takeover ,
U dont get to knw but they hover.
U like evrything that happens ,
even the fights and quarrel ..

The search then begins
for things that make ur love smile
even its just for a small while.

The feelings play crucial role..
And things are left untold .
The words are not enough,
but are the only one to express ..
The moments are captured
And or the most treasured ...

so , Love is not mere emotion
but god's beautiful creation
Through which the souls unite
making lives of each other bright .
The only thing able to handle effect
outrageous feelings, hatred and fights

To remove the evils affecting society
This feeling is the first priority.
Unlike others try to imagine .
ways to evacuate the -ve things
WIth the only one which is love ..

Saturday, February 14, 2009

here i am



this is my last written poem on love in the past few days i found that love is what nobody can define but for me love is hardly an emotion that is totally scripted
love is nothing but a flick of attraction.......
i hate love....
i hate all emotion that notion into tym and effect your heart to shatter it into pieces
so don't love and help urself to be safe n secure........
last poem of love from my vault






Here I am with you,

Fair pledge of our dream,

That flies to the stars,

And stardust fall all over us,

Fly as high as you are,


To the secret land of blossom,

To the secret land of nature,

Where there is no body,

And there is only who’s somebody’s me,


In the way of your imagination,

Happiness everywhere as,

There is beauty of nature,

Happiness everywhere as,

There is our creation.


Here I am with you,

As it is our creation

The narrow stream,

Trees and beautiful flowers,

And nightingales singing,

Under lovely trees and flower.


Stream of love and pleasant weather,

Over rock worn yellow with ages,

Like a undefined world of heaven,

You should know what is good,

You should know you are in love.


In the way of your dream,

In the way of your imagination,

This is freedom,

This is love & I love to live it.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

SPM-Notes

Click on the following Link to download the SPM notes::

http://rapidshare.com/files/197006244/SPM.rar.html

Monday, February 9, 2009

new world

Fear of immensity,

Pure,

Naked,

Fragile,

Hope,

Brutality,

It wasn’t the haze on horizon,

We watch,

You watch,

A shadow,

Their shadow on the water,

Day,

Another day,

On the third day,

You set yourself belief,

Land & long life,

Resurrection,

True venture to live to die,

Into new life,

That is the new world,

Such great day,

Such great places,

Make it small,

Its place,

Its new world.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Friday, February 6, 2009

One of the Best Junior...!!!

It all started with an Intro Session of my juniors.We both were strangers to each other, but as the day passed this guy made a solid presence in our circle.
This man’s contribution and dedication towards his seniors is priceless and can’t be measured.He showed us the level of excellence you can achieve if you work @ your unique skills and by exploring one's creativity.It
really means a lot to me.
A big thanks to my sweet little(not exactly little ) junior Rishabh Shukla of EN 2nd year.
We all Love you a lot..........
From your Seniors
Final Year

Thursday, February 5, 2009

blood


Dedicated to all those people who die.

Dedicated to all who save them and died.

Dedicated to all who not died yet.

A poem from

An addiction of writing

An obsession for an end

----------######---------



I wasn’t born in Africa,

Yet I know it more,

I don’t know any black,

Black and bright stripes,

It is not an old one,

Its new to man & more.


Blood find ways to come out.

Blood likes to shatter more.

Blood More it causes violence.

Blood shines you live it more.

Blood love to smuggle out and flow.


Children men and women are down,

Burning forests land & huts out of sight,

Curses flow like a venomous arrow,

Black man had guns,

In there hand with roses,

Stop it stop it,

It’s insane they won’t say,

See me more,

Or see no more ,more than a remorse.


Lives dangerous you’ll find it there,

Curses can be control,

If they fired on the sight,

The shona who was dark,

The white man of Africa on the shore.


Militants kill them kill them all,

In search of precious,

Precious that was more than coal,

Children holding guns,

Or guns holding children,

Killing with brutality his own mom.


The hand crafted for holding chalk and board,

Firing shots with their heavy loads.

It’s not the feeling that they have,

Men kill men, man wanna more,

Guns are not roses they are beauty,

Cruelty isn’t bad for man,

As it is his duty.


Why men can’t find the god,

Why man was mortal,

Devils are not left alone,

Man wasn’t from fraternity of assignation,

It was more beautiful as rose,

Rose won’t be a gun,

But gun always there with roses.


God left this place long time ago,

We have wisdom,

Not the fear of night,

We have wisdom,

But the fear is right.




Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Satyam Employee's Mail....Amazing

Even though the factual accuracy of the mail is not known to me, one particular area in the mail is noteworthy, thought the noteworthiness relates to the overall context of work ethics and nothing specific to Satyam.

before pointing fingers at others, introspect ............


Its written by a Satyam employee:

At a time when almost 90% of my Satyam friends are cribbing about the fraud and betrayal by Ramalinga Raju, I have a slightly different opinion. It's bold of me to write this in black and white but this comes straight from my heart and experience.

Let me start by quoting an example of 2006. Most of my friends were unemployed with 50-60% plus marks in BTech, with a degree from an average University and hunting madly for a job. Whether people accept it today or not but the truth remains that Satyam was the ONLY saviour and the only mass recruiter who was ready to accept students who had back logs but had cleared them and also it did not put a very strict minimum marks criterion. And this was true not only for my small college at Lucknow but also those across India . Satyam is the fourth largest in IT in India. Looking at India's population I really want to thank Raju for giving some 54000 Indians jobs atleast for all these years . He was the reason for the revival of confidence and the reason for the bread and butter for many a families.

Satyam training was renowned all over India. Their STC training centre created numerous love stories and unexpected rekindling of a youthful environment where girls and boys were more indepenent than their college days . I remember most of my Satyam friends felt that they made better friends at Satyam's three to six months training than those in the four years of BTech.

Unfortunately people forget to thank God in sad times . I understand that what Raju did is deplorable and unpardonable. He should have treated business more formally and not dealt with it like a family affair . He should have been strict a couple of months or years before itself. Why did he hire so many non potential candidates and keep them on bench? When were the managers and the team mates last told that if they dont work hard, they will lose their job? Business cannot be run lousily.

I have been staying with some 200 odd girls for the last 2 years and many of them are from Satyam. Moreover I network a lot and I have lots of male friends at Satyam . I have seen how people tail gate to Satyam, how they give their swipe cards to others to swipe it on their behalf , how female employees have gone home sharp at 6am irrespective of when they landed at office, how employees sit at home for months at a stretch, prepare for all kind of post graduate entrance exams and still enjoy a full month's pay, how often they went for movies at local theatres at office hours, how often employees went to office just to sign on registers in the morning and at evening, how often they faked their certificates , how often they put unlimited fake medical and house rental bills.

How can we blame just one man when EACH AND EVERY person was disloyal ? How can we exclude Auditors like PwC ? How can we exclude the Board of Directors who have washed their hands off so clean? How can we exclude banks who gave hefty loans without true verfication? How can we exclude the Chief Minister of AP who allowed leniency for Raju's fellow businessman? How can we exclude managers who were never able to trace which bench employee under him had been away from office for how long ?

Yet how can people forget this is the same man whose ideas and potentials gave them an identity for the past several years? How many couples found the right match at an IT industry , courtesy Satyam and how many Andhra farmers benefited from their crores of investments in Satyam shares .How can people forget that Satyam launched its offices right at the doorsteps of a residential colony, where people can simply walk to work ?

The most gruesome experience that I can recollect was when a Satyam tag wearing person was waiting to attend an interview and I overheard him saying that he was in a business meeting at the My Home Satyam ( Madhapur) office when he was sitting right infront of me at a totally different company. When employees themselves show such a lousy attitude and dont care a damn for the brand that they carry around their neck, how can they expect others to care?

I am not saying that ALL Satyam employees are bad. I have known very dedicated people too, but my point is very clear, before pointing fingers at others, introspect .There are thousands of people who have completed certifications at the cost of Satyam, got trained at Satyam. Satyam made several freshers stand on their feet to get better jobs elsewhere across the globe and attain onsite exposure through Satyam.

What Raju did was to keep the business of Satyam going at any cost. I see a very smart man in him when he understood that he should rather accept his mistake than be caught by the USA laws . I see a selfish father in him too that he put a lot at stake for Maytas. However, he resigned with a lot of dignity and his letter of resignation shows humility. It takes a mammoth amount of courage to accept your mistake in public at a time when the media is ready to blow everything out of proportion. If humans dont make mistakes who else would ?

My last salute to this man is for creating such mass employment in India for 57k employees and 57k families when even opening a beetle(pan) shop in a lane in India is a challenge !! Thanks to him for creating income for all the thousands of families who benefited through food chains, the tiffin wallahs, the transport people and all those who made money by renting their houses.

I read he donated Rs 12000 crores from his personal pocket to give the January salary of his Satyam employees. Today Satyamites call Raju a FRAUD. The true and loyal Satyamites surely have all the reasons to say this word. But all the rest who sucked every rupee out of Satyam without doing any value addition need to understand - who was a bigger fraud.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

hErE i Am




Here I am with you,

Fair pledge of our dream,

That flies to the stars,

And stardust fall all over us,

Fly as high as you are,


To the secret land of blossom,

To the secret land of nature,

Where there is no body,

And there is only who’s somebody’s me,


In the way of your imagination,

Happiness everywhere as,

There is beauty of nature,

Happiness everywhere as,

There is our creation.


Here I am with you,

As it is our creation

The narrow stream,

Trees and beautiful flowers,

And nightingales singing,

Under lovely trees and flower.


Stream of love and pleasant weather,

Over rock worn yellow with ages,

Like a undefined world of heaven,

You should know what is good,

You should know you are in love.


In the way of your dream,

In the way of your imagination,

This is freedom,

This is love & I love to live it.