Mr. Foolishly Romantic !!

Wrote another poem for you guys !!
Please let me know whether you like it or hate it.. 


Mr. Foolishly Romantic sat by the tree
watching as the leaves fell free
he didn't care if it was due to gravity
just sat there and enjoyed nature's sanity...


He thought 'bout his beautiful days
munching lazily, a packet of Lays
a cat was playing with a dog nearby
someone was playing a flute far-by...


This setting of the scene was just so fine
there's joy to behold from every moment 'o' time
Life is for sure, a nice little rhyme
Mr. Foolishly Romantic listened to a bell's chime
and a cute little boy was singing in the attic,
"Nobody's a fool, everybody's a romantic" !!

The Mathematics of my Love Life !

Wrote a poem a couple of years ago, when I was in my Graduations...
please comment on how it is !!

'Probabilities', I started making
of someone with myself
Life went into 'Progression'
Happiness added in 'Series' in itself...

'Integrated' my love for You
'Differentiated' all my worries
Started playing 'Number Theories'
either you like me or not...

Just became a 'Subset' of you
Made my heart 'Union' with yours
'Intersection' of minds happened next
'Complement' from others, years after years...

After somedays...

Started drifting away in such a 'Deviation'
'Errors' started coming out one after another
such was my 'Perception'...
Then life got caught in such a 'Matrix'
Just became a silly 'Random Variable'...
Situations played such 'Infinite' tricks
My 'Means' were destroyed, and
I just became an unwanted 'Random Sample'...

Worries started coming in 'Annuities'
Compounded itself in 'Compound Interests'
Life's kicked so hard that I started hating
the thing which I loved the most- 'Mathematics'... 

Dating a Butterface !!

Guys ! Just wrote a poem for the heck of it !!
Not to be taken with any offence, its not intended to offend anybody...
Its just a medium to kick away occasional frustrations...hehehe !!

Note: You may be wondering who's a "Butterface"?
Well, a "butterface" is a girl who has a hot body but an ugly face...lol...
so, its like, everything of hers is well, but-her-face !!!

So, here goes the poem....


Life is crazy
take it easy
keep yourself busy
don't be so choosy
if not Katie, then maybe Rosy
hell ! both are 'oh so sexy !
tell me dear, how many things do you hear?
how many people shout in your ear?
how many times you have to swear
not to date that gal who looks like a Bear
but u blank out all the time she comes near !
she's boring, she's shit !! isn't that clear??
but to you, why she's so dear?
slap her in the face, kick her hard, whom do you fear??
but u still, with her, have made some plans
with her, u still like to have a dance
coz, u still think u have a chance??
yes, you still think you have a chance !!

Just one advice, get out of this mess
Get her out'ta ur life, get to some new place,
coz, she's not hot, she's just a butterface !!
Yeah !! she's just a butterface !!

Can Indian Youth do a "Egypt" ?

Since few days, I have been reading about the Arab world anti-government protests. Most particularly the story of Egypt has fascinated me like no one else. This is because it was the fight of the youth, which perhaps has never occurred anywhere ever before,.

Egypt was, since 1970’s, ruled by a tyrannical and corrupt ruler, Mr. Hoshni Mubarak. Reports suggest he had amassed illegal personal wealth of around $40 billion which is near about Bill Gates’s wealth! So, there was this man who was refusing to bulge out from his seat as the premier of the country and gradually going on  looting the citizens.

Then, a girl like us, a 25 year old BBA graduate, Miss Asmaa Mahfouz decided that enough is enough and some action has to be taken. And she adopted the most popular medium of the youth, the ‘Facebook’ as a means of calling out to the youth. She posted a video of her asking all the youth of Egypt to join her in a demonstration against the government on 25^th January. She said those who feel that she, as a girl will get beaten, they should come to the protest to protect her and those who don’t join are the real traitors. The video became viral and a week later, on 25^th Jan., 10000 guys joined her in her protests. The president heard it and out of fear, disconnected the internet. This made the remaining college students very irritated and thus, the next day, on 26^th, the numbers rose from 10000 to 80000! The next day it was around 1,50,000 and the seniors started feeling ashamed seeing only the youth in action and thus, gradually they started joining too. In 1^st Feb., the whole country was revolting and forced Mubarak to resign and flee by 11^th February. Sure, some 100 college going students died a martyr’s death, killed by the brutal heartless police, but Egypt got its deserved independence! Salutes to the youth of Egypt and salutes to the martyrs !!

But the million dollar question is that, is the Indian youth capable of emaluating such acts? Is the Indian youth capable to kill corruption and change the future of India?

I have certain apprehensions! That’s why, I doubt !

The reason on my next post...

Aisi Apni Wife Ho !!

This is not my poem, but i found it so interesting to share it with all of you !! Tell me how is it guys !!

5'5" jiski height ho
chehra jiska bright ho
weight me thoda light ho
umar me difference slight ho
thodi si woh quite ho
toh memorable har ek night ho
aisi apni wife ho !!

Saas ki khidmat jiski khwahish ho
beauty multiplied by twice ho
mom-dad ki choice ho
aisi apni wife ho !!

padosi jab baat kare toh
haath me uske knife ho
dinner candle-light ho
toh delicious har ek bite ho
dono me kabhi na fight ho
milne ke baad dil delight ho
aisi apni wife ho !!

aankhen uski jaise, sunny twilight ho
hothon ko dekh kar lagey, jaise coke-diet ho
jab saari pehen ke nikle, toh kya sight ho
aisi lagey, jaise switzerland ki flight ho
favorite colour white ho
make-up thoda light ho
zulfey dynamite ho
basant me jaise ud rahi koi kite ho
aisi apni wife ho !!

kaash yeh concept 100% right ho
agar aisi apni wife ho
toh kya haseen life ho
baaton mein garmaaish ho
har kisi ki yahi farmaaish ho
kudrat ki bhi aazmaaish ho
defence ki rehaaish ho
kisi ki bhi na look-alike ho
aisi apni wife ho !!
aisi apni wife ho !!

Aankhe karti hai baatey !!

Kehne ko hai doh baatey,
par sun ne ko saari raatey
kehne ki par baat nahin jab
aankhe karti saari baatey...

jo tum kehtey sab hum suntey
kat jaati aisi yeh raatey
hum se na poocho, hum kya kehte
aankhe meri karti saari baatey !!

tumse humko kya hai kehne
chhupi hai mere aankhon me
padh sako toh padh lo humko
jaan logi saari raaz ki baatey
jaan logi kitni pyaar hai tumse
padh sako toh padh lo humko
aankhe meri karti hai baatey !!

How is it ? I know, not good eenough, but i can improve always !!

Jesper ! Our car's still with you !

This Wednesday, Chelsea is having its Champions League tie against FC Copenhagen and there's nothing much remarkable mentioning about it. Just what  drives me to write this article is about a shy young man, in his mid thirties who's going to have some part in this fixture from the Copenhagen side. It's our very own Jesper Gronkjaer, who once strutted his stuffs at Chelsea. There's nothing much particular about him, but I think, the guy's responsible for what Chelsea is today !

A guy who specialises playing on either wings and also as a second striker, "Jespy Gronky" arrived at Chelsea from Ajax in October 2000. He was just a squad player with nothing spectacular to his credentials but sometimes some guys do very simple things which in turn, turn into great things ! It was March of 2003 and Chelsea were financially sick, needed an investor and needed a win against Liverpool to qualify for the Champions League. Meanwhile, a Russian billionaire by the name of Roman Abramovich, was searching to invest in a club that played in the Champions League. So, this guy, our little hero, scored one of his rare goals and Chelsea was in Champions League ! The rest, as they say, is history !!

Those years, Chelsea used to lend new players a Vauxhall or Ford for "transport" uses but players, as they used to gel into the london lifestyle, quickly replaced those with Aston Martins or Lamborghinis. But this guy kept his Vauxhall Astra for the entire four years that he stayed with us. Now, nobody knows whether he was too humble and simple or was lazy enough to visit the Lamborghini showroom just down the block !! It remains a mystery. Someone might ask him to return back the car when he comes back for this Wednesday game, but we think whatever your goal did for us, we let you keep it as a small token of gift !! By the way, how much mileage does it show now? Are roads in Denmark as good as London ? Hehehe...