TUM THE TO SAB KUCH THA, TUM NAHI TO KUCH BHI NAHI



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Har chehre ki muskaan the tum,

Har mehfil ki jaan the tum.

Mano ya na Mano,

Sacche Dost ki mishal the tum.

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Ho gaye tum kyo khafa,

Tod gaye hazaro dil.

Chor kar chale gaye tum,

Phoolo se saja kar mehfil.

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 Tumsa kabhi nahi dekha,

Na kabhi dekh payunga.

Par chalunga tumhari hi raho par,

Aur Hamesha Mohabetein lutaunga .

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Bas kehna tha mujhko tumse,

Tum jiyoge saalo saal.

Janam din ki hardik Shubhkamnaye

We really miss you mere yaar.

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Nomatter where ever you are, You will always reside in a special corner of our heart.

Thank You Jay, Thank You Vijay for giving us such a wonderful friend.

Many Many Happy Returns of the day.

❤ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOTH OF YOU” ❤

❤ “WE WILL ALWAYS KEEP LOVING YOU” ❤

🙂

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An Eternal Love


His life was inert in a dungeon

Very eagerly waiting for the dawn.

 

Days were sluggish, night were nightmares,

Tension and loneliness brought his tears.

 

None was there with him to hold his hand,

So he kept lingering on the never ending sand.

 

He searched for someone who could help him out,

But all he did was scream, trot and shout.

 

He felt he was an animal trapped in a cage,

Deserving only hatred and never ending rage.

 

He could see his future as a dark gloomy night,

Before he saw a wonderful eternal light.

 

Like every murky night comes a bright day,

He saw something which he could never say.

 

With boundless thoughts going on in his mind,

He anticipated it to be a dream of some kind.

 

She was someone who bought back his smile,

And dragged his out of his savage exile.

 

She entered as a messenger and brought him a dream,

Her red cheeks and lovely face were not less than any cream.

 

His friends helped him in uniting them together,

She resembled a dove with soft white feathers.

 

He met his world, his prodigious pearl,

And his heart murmured yaar yehi hai teri dream girl”.


He was very terrified of keeping any knot loose,

Still he had patience and always stayed in his shoes.

 

His possessiveness scared him when any other would budge near,

And this would instantly wet his eyes with crystal tears.

 

In his mind, every single memories flashed like a coil,

Whether he was in love or not was his vociferous turmoil.

 

One night he decided to speak to her,

Partly covering each other, in their cozy fur.

 

She was not ready for it so got him rejected,

His dreams were shattered and hopes ejected.

 

But they didn’t want each other lose,

So she settled the matter by giving some excuse.

 

His love for her went on mounting day by day,

But neither she, nor could he, express their gay.

 

They loved each other with their heart, mind and soul,

And could see the unconceivable world, in each other, as a whole.

 

One fine morning her hysteria took a bend,

And she explicitly stated for which she was sent.

 

That was the most wonderful moment for both of them,

And they were always elated, no matter who ever came.

 

One of the happiest moment was when he got her in his life,

It was because of his diligence and after surmounting the strife.

 

Days became hot and nights were short,

They loved each other on every possible plot.

 

Along with love they had innumerable abrupt spat,

Maximum was because of some bloody drunken brat.

 

Their hostile behavior brought excruciating pain,

And they swore not to talk ever again.

 

The next day they would retreat their ego with a truce,

Again fall in love and live in the dream of their cruise.

 

She always tried to keep him in overwhelming bliss,

And exchanged with him, her innumerable cordial kiss.

 

She was his angel without a halo,

His love for her was never going to be shallow.

 

They were always together and were never frozen,

When in their life came lot of bloody cozen.

 

He tried his best to keep her in bliss,

She should be with him was his only wish.

 

“I care for you inexplicably, fulfill your expectation is what I can try,

Pardon me for all my blemishes and the moments I made you cry.”

 

Whenever he was in trouble, she effortlessly made him cure,

He could never get a heartthrob like her so pure.

 

Her endless beauty, caressing touch and intense love made him strong,

That he got all the supernatural power and fought with every throng.

 

But like every colorful day comes the murky dark night,

Things became sour and nothing went right.

 

He convicted her on every tiff, and endlessly made her cry,

He wept too but never did he answered to any of her pry.

 

Pandora’s Box made them realize why ‘Love is called the greatest pain’,

The girl comprehended that he no more loved her, but she couldn’t do the same.

 

He wept, she wept and one day they parted their lane,

She decided to die, before loving anyone again.

 

The boy missed her and the moments with loads of chatter,

No words could portray her and this is not a flatter.

 

Days passed, months passed still she wept alone,

Till one day when she reluctantly decided to stopover his home.

 

His mother answered “coffin is the place where her enamored soul lies,

Leaving us all alone, but still loving us from the paradise.

He knew that the inevitable disease would bring him a lethal death.

So he decided to go away by breaking her love & faith”.

 

 

She was in trance followed by convulsion and fell down on the floor,

Every day she wept untiringly, waiting for him on the shore.

 

Numbness encompassed her and none could enliven her or exhilarate.

She turned misanthrope, filled with sorrow, hate and regret.

 

Her excruciating distress kept on augmenting day by day,

Until one morning when she imbibed a virulent poison and fell in the bay.

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EVERY EMOTION IS ETERNAL CHARGING US NO TOLL,

LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING, APEX OF ALL.

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Love You All ❤

“MYTH OF PHANTOMS”



A CAUSERIE BASED ON A REAL LIFE STORY IN HUNGARY (1976)


They were getting late and it was already dusk when they reached their hotel. The evening was serene and they booked a room in Hotel Manezza.  Robert Bellamy was uxorious towards his wife and to fulfill his wife’s wishes he and his family were shifting themselves to Budapest in Hungary and so they were house hunting for themselves. Next morning Robert with his wife Susan and 11 and 9 year old daughters Christine and Jove, in hysteria, went to look for their new house. They had already gabbed with some of the house agents, and the first mansion they saw was uphill, with an amazing landscape and picturesque. When the agent showed them the grand mansion, Susan felt it was a house of cards and an insecure deal because she felt some uneven pressure in that eroded house. The house needed a lot of repair; its ambiance was filled with tranquility which was soon spoilt by their two hoyden like daughters who scurried throughout the house just like a bee buzzes around the rich fragrance of the corolla. Robert was not contented with the deal and was vacillating but Susan soon persuaded him, afterall wives are specialized for that, and soon they chartered it in their name. Reconstruction work started within a couple of days without any fuss. There were instances when the workers found some unnatural things in that house while paring the ceilings for example some Jewish books and some lockets on the rooftops, some holy paper’s traces in the courtyard. Flower petals and incense sticks hidden inside a chest and etc etc…but all remnants were ignored. Susan felt that the house canned a mysterious and inexplicable past but Robert considered it frivolous. After a month their mansion was ready and on mid November 1976, 13th to be precise they shifted. Both Christine and Jove were admitted in a town school named St. Cathedrals Churchill Convent and Robert was employed as a paparazzo by some well known editorials and weeklies.

It was nice being cuddled by nature’s beauty living amid the hills, until one day.

It was midnight when Robert and Susan lying bare on their bed were erotically fondling and fore playing each other but soon their orgasm was interjected by the screaming of a baby. Both were startled and dressed hurriedly and ran towards their daughter’s room but incredibly they found that both were sleeping. They thought it might be their hallucination, but it was not until they heard a baby crying once again. Robert and Susan were terrified but without paying much heed they went back to their bed petrified and the cries of the baby soon faded away in the clouds of the full moon night.

Next morning Susan confirmed from their daughters whether they were playing any sort of prank with their parents or not but they were too young to think so.

Days passed normally after that incident but for a couple of weeks only when one night Jove got very restless and so Susan asked her to sleep early. Next morning Christine complained Susan that Jove was giggling at night, was doing frivolous things and behaved like a lunatic too, but Jove rebuked her sister and confronted that she didn’t do anything as such. But Jove felt unwell that day so Susan asked Jove to sleep with her. It was 0130 when Jove’s body started shuddering tremendously and then they discovered that she was febrile. Susan idly fondled her forehead and when Robert got busy preparing for some medication, Jove started some involuntary movements, started puking and suddenly opened her eyes and also stood up fiercely on their bed. Her hairs started fluttering and eyes reddened like blood and seemed belligerent and hostile. Both Robert and Susan were amazed by seeing their daughter behave in such a bizarre manner. She untiringly kept on howling these lines “Disparaitre, je vous se suicide toi”. She repeated it for more than 10 times before she was in trance and fell down unconsciously on the floor and Robert impromptu and tenaciously managed her from getting hurt. Both Robert and Susan were so baffled that they couldn’t sleep entire night and watched Jove doze off, but the worst was yet to come. Next morning when Jove tried to get up from her bed, she realized that she was unable to move lower part of her body. She called her mom and soon Susan realized that her daughter had become paraplegic. She gazed at her daughter and tears rolled down her cheeks when Jove asked her naively “Mom, bie am I not able to mube my lagz”.

When Robert returned back, home that evening he was tormented by the weird activities going on in their house. Later that evening when they were sitting beside their daughter Jove, they heard some crackling sound from ground floor and Robert thought it must be Christine playing with her toys, but h e found that she was busy watching cartoons in her room. Robert returned back to Susan and she tried to exhilarate Robert but again there were continuous poundings on their stair walls and each of them was petrified. Robert went to the ground floor and saw a baby resting on a chair and suddenly he heard the cry of Christine who ran towards Robert and complained that she saw two children in front of the window pane while she was watching television. Everyone were scared with these hallucinations and somehow passed that horrified night.

The next morning they decided to have circumspection of the paranormal events invading their place. The psychic persons came for their rescue and as soon as they enter the courtyard, they sensed some uneven and gloomy pressure which are generally inevitable. Soon they found a cross marked on the parapet below which was carved “DECOUPER”.

The psychics were petrified when they heard from Robert what their daughter was saying because in French it meant

“GO AWAY OR I WILL KILL YOU” and the words carved on the parapet meant “DEATH”.

They understood that the mansion was encompassed with spirits reluctant to get out of this world. They started their paranormal assessment and arranged various video cameras at different corners of the house for any traces. Soon they realized, there were numerous paranormal turbulence invading their mansion, so they decided to perform a planchette.

They arranged a small heart shaped board on castors with a pencil attached that spells out messages from spirits when touched lightly. As soon as they started enchanting prayers and provoking the spirits, everything started trembling with a sudden gust of wind and things started hovering into the air and the pencil started spinning into the air rapidly. They tried asking them questions but it seemed that the spirits were many in number filled with anxiety and disgust and suddenly harsh noise of cluttering enrolled the house so they had to renounce their plan of communicating with the spirits. The moment they pulled back their fingers from the board every intense noise ceased and sangfroid prevailed in their haunted mansion. It was then when Susan screamed seeing two translucent women blazing in flames and yelling for help but everyone was scared stiff. The psychics asked everyone to vacate the mansion as soon as possible and all of a sudden the door locked robotically. Susan started panicking by seeing the fire spread rapidly and pessimism enrolled within them. But somehow they broke the heavy gate and gushed out of that jinx. They turned towards the façade and in the window pane they saw a silhouette of women in white flaring and her palms chugging the pane violently for help but everyone knew that it was just an embodiment of spirit to mislead them so none dared to go back. Susan saw her daughter Jove’s hand blistered so she went for some first aid to their neighbors’ place.

After an hour or so everything seemed to be normal with the same serenity as before so Robert with those inquisitors decided to go inside the gigantic mansion again. They found very little vestige of fire that just enrolled the mansion. Everything seemed to be in its own place and order. They were shocked to see that inconceivable sight in front of them and Robert knew that if they continue living in that haunted place, it will soon become the cause of their bane. So they left that mansion after an alley escape from that fluke and headed towards France.

ONE YEAR LATER

The incident affected Susan internally and it was excruciating for her whenever those memories brushed her up. So she decided to get into the mysterious history of the dreadful mansion. After lots of collection of tits & bits of information and research she unveiled many surreptitious stories lay beneath the doomed mansion. Later on she discovered that there was a lewd women who was the owner of that mansion and in order to earn her living, she converted her mansion into an inn with accommodation. She was regarded as a lascivious trollop of Budapest. One day when the inn was on, there came a family of five trotting and panting miserably. They had fled from their country France. It was a domain and this family had flouted many laws and conventions and also instilled atheism and racism among the mob of the country for which they were ordered a barbarous and savage execution. The French cops were in pursuit and so this family needed a refuge.  But it was not long when the cops found them one day taking refuge in that inn and one morning they attacked that family while they were coming out but somehow they escaped. Later that evening, they got the permission from the England official referee to kindle that mansion where that family had taken refuge because that inn was running illegitimately too. Later that night, it set on fire and all the people inside, including that disdained family were scorched by the immense heat. Since then the spirits of those people hover inside, not permitting any visitors live in and disturb their tranquility. Susan understood everything and explained this to Robert, but they were in blithe and so decided to suppress the incident and not discuss it any further.

There in Budapest the house agent without circumspections of any apparitions, lended the ruined mansion to another leaseholder viz Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, a newly married couple.  After a week or so, the couple was missing and was declared dead when there was no vestige found. So the Mansion was considered as a jinx by the local people and was discarded. Still now the mansion stands uniquely on the tor, few kms away from the famous gallert bath and The Royal Palace of Budapest. Recently there was some illustrious news of same boisterous yelp around the doomed mansion at midnight hours as heard from some local villagers and also substantial enigmatic episodes involving crying babies, dancing silhouette of women, flickering lights and glimpse of apparitions in the dark vicinity of that uninhabited doomed Mansion…

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Put pen to paper by

Ankit Agarwal………………

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VIOLENT IDEOLOGY, VIOLENT MEANS


Steps you should perform when your aircraft is hijacked???

Without circumrotating around the main idea of this causerie, I just want to circularize this awareness topic with my near and dear ones, some mandatory steps to be followed if you are caught up in a plane loaded with hijackers while in transit, taking the people on board hostage…

Every one is a fighting to be a hero in their own respective fields but only few prove themselves with fidelity. As none of our fingers are of same length, no person’s DNA is of same type, similarly it depends from person to person to react according to different circumstances but in some cases you need to assess the situation without yowling and then you can save the day and be a hero in your own style. This is one of the situations where you get a chance to do that, and be a savior.

This is not escapology but to tranquil yourself, along with many’s life from an inevitable perilous ruckus or upheaval, which many will think it to be a futile substance moreover, they can never get into such a frivolous mess….

The victims inside the flight in 9/11 may have also thought the same and so that mishap happened, which made the world quadriplegic, so there is nothing inexorable my friend if you have got the perfect mettle to stir you up. Now I am not up to a elegy this time so here are some of the major bolsters need to be followed in case of such an incident ;

  • Along with being calm and not panicking or yowling at the situation, try to act as a prudent which is the most important element.
  • The hijackers won’t be carrying anything harmful or sharp except some plastic knifes because they too have to pass from the same security with the passengers but they will be cocksure, so be seated and follow their instructions.

    Hijackers inside a plane

  • They are generally less in number compared to the passengers so try to communicate with each other by facial expression and hand movements, concealing yourself and not giving those yobbo any chance to notice you.
  • Some hijackers, behaving like a lout, will enter into the cockpit, attack or even kill the pilot and co-pilot and take control of the system and carry out their plan of diverting it to another destination or making it count with a crash, so plan together and try to attract hijacker’s attention and attack them without further ado. (For instance ask someone to set an alarm of after say 3-5 minutes in their cell phone and slide it at a distance, the alarm buzzes and as the hijacker bends down to pick it up, pounce on him instantly with boisterous voice so as to kindle your co-passengers)
  • Cover your hand with some cloth in order to defend yourself in case they attack you back.
  • Be vibrant and with full mettle hit them hard with anything you get on the board like wood, glass, lock, books, trays, rods and try piercing at their neck with spiky things like pen, keys, knife, etc.
  • After you lash them down with their rear facing up, armlock them with what you get and kick them hard at their face in regular intervals. Tie their hand and legs together with a powerchord, stuff anything inside their mouth and ear and cover their eyes tightly with a rag.
  • You know that some of the ruffians are inside the cockpit, so find someone who is a pilot or has any idea about it. If no, then select a man with endurance and high spirits who will be controlling the aircraft.
  • Now break the heavy gate to get inside the cockpit with the help of a trolley which is easily available in a cabin of the flight and grasp the terrorist by his neck and drag him outside the cockpit.
  • The selected amateur should now try to bring the aircraft to the horizon by pulling the throttle and then try to communicate with the Air traffic control system by tuning at 121.5 radio frequencies and get the signals clear. Another emergency number is 911.
  • Put the control in autopilot mode which is just like a cruise control and follow the instructions carefully.
  • Through the ATC system a pilot will help you and you need to concentrate really hard.
  • In the cabin find a doctor or a quack who can try to rescue the pilot or the co-pilot, but if they are lifeless… its show time buddy.
  • First ask the fellow passengers to fasten their seat belts and bend down holding their front seat tightly.
  • Autopilot control doesn’t helps in landing so you need to do it yourself as the ATC system instructs. FMC helps in locating the place where the flight should land and gives a 4 digit code which acts as a GPS System.
  • Try taking help of the flight attendants. Just before landing switch-off the auto-pilot mode and pull the throttle valve, touch down the rear wheel first and slowly apply power-assisted brake by maintaining the aircraft on its runway and it will cease with a flare.
  • And then the passengers should be taken to the airbase as soon as possible….

These Instructions are mandatory for saving hundreds of hapless innocents from unleashed draconian hijackers working for a ruthless foundation and so these things should never be inaliened from our psyche. –

An chapter televised in Discovery Channel

“SURVIVING DISASTERS”

“A Causerie dedicated to my Late friends Jay and Bijay”



Bijay and Jay

I am alone,

So lonely as if the world is on attacking side and me on defending side. I always expect you to be with me holding my hand forever, but I can sense tears in your eyes as you have to leave me and go because of lots of boundations liable on you. And you make me alone again, I am unable to fight back my tears. Everything seems so baffled now and I strongly feel everyone is no less than an astute very well trained in creating a stampede and turning their back when you need any one of them. Friends who called themselves true, all came at my uphill but ignored me when I needed them miserably.

Sometimes I miss Jay and Bijay so much. They were twins. But don’t have any misconception that they are gone. Both Jay and Bijay may not be in this world but will always reside in a very soft corner of our heart.

Yesterday also I was missing them like hell with transparent crystals flowing down my cheeks’ ultimately dropping down but accumulating into my heart.  How they used to call me ‘AGARWALA’.  I miss Jay’s words saying ‘AGARWALA  TUM  TO  MEREKO  DHOKA  DE  DIYA  YAAR’ and see how The Almighty betrayed them. Who would try to help their friend with such a busy schedule of providing and taking coaching, preparing for I.P.C.C(C.A) as well as working in the corporate world but they did it all.

I remember how hard Jay tried in bringing jobs for me and updated me almost every day. Every Sunday he used to request me to go for a hangout, any place where all friends can be together,

But we always took them and their words for granted and kept delaying by promising him for the next Sunday but that Sunday never came except once when Jay, Bijay, one of my friend named Sandeep chowdhary and I went to Indian museum (park street) and enjoyed their company so much. Jay tried hard to amuse us with his pranks every single moment while Bijay was shy in expressions but very caring and their memories will always be cherished in my heart.

Now when they are so far away from us, I regret for all my delaying. I wish I would have given them some more time but I never realized that they had so little time left.

Every time he used to tell me that he wanted to do something very soon and wants to enjoy life before being a major citizen but now he can never be a major any day.

I ponder how someone can affect me to such an extent, but frankly speaking it’s not just they but their pure nature too who makes me shed tears every day. Even now when I think of him with my eyes wet and memories deep inside, I feel the space which he reserved in my heart. I really miss him and when none understands me, I feel Jay patting my back and embracing me lovingly. Its excruciating to believe that they are no more with us. I feel his presence, whenever I am alone, with a positive energy and vibes around me and so I love to be alone because that’s the time I can spend some time with my two bro like friends. They were very innocent and naïve and so many avoided them assuming them to be boring and mere bookworm but now when they are no more with us, we realize what have we lost something which can never be equalized.

The day of Armageddon

The day was horrible, no less than a nightmare.

I entered sskm hospital and went in search of our bros with my friends. The first place I was indicated was the mortuary (morgue) and saw many corpse of unlucky victims and my heart started pounding and throbbing vigorously and tried to be nonchalant and optimistic praying hard not to find my friend at the morgue but every hope was shattered in no time. Devastating and heart aching fire in stephen court building had ruined our friends and many more innocuous people making them and their families lifeless. Corpse completely scorched remounted with each other on the floor covered with scum with some last remnants of those poor victims screaming silently-

“We are Doomed”

My heart sank unable to absorb this inexplicable sight lay in front of me. Mom’s Love, Sister’s care, Family’s hope, friend’s memories and fun………..

Everything ceased and shattered…

The two pacifists, elite among all of us were no more.

May God bless their soul and make them rest in peace….

Epilogue

These two twins  came together,

Were nurtured together

And unleashed together.

God may have given them freedom from this cruel world but they are immortal in our hearts forever. They may not be living with us but reside within us, directing us to the path of success.

I miss them so much. I never thought they will affect me to this extent that, will drive me to write this causerie today. Someone has truly said “A person’s importance is realized only when he is gone”.

You know the most touching part in their life was they managed everything without their father. They were the head-boys of their small family. They fed the house, managed school, colleges and tuition fees with their own earning.

They are now extraterrestrial souls, but I am sure they would still be shedding tears in heaven.

YoU KnOw WhY ? ? ?

Not because they couldn’t live long, but because they will be worried for their family that who would take care of their mother and sister? Who would console her; caress her when she cries her heart out for her off springs? How will they manage their living now?

It’s the last thing Almighty can do with anyone and he has done the worst with the best…

BUT WHY ? ? ?

Why is God always so cruel with the naïve and innocuous ???

The answer lies Here . . .

May be his boundless love towards them made him call our friend so early.

Might be our love was limited for them and unlimited for others..

Ponder over it.

When we had Jay and Bijay within our ambience, we ignored them, unaware of the  position they shared in our heart.. but now we have lost them forever, they will never come back but their memories will always stay in our heart just as Bijay’s last 8 msgs are preserved in my cell forever.

So just wanna convey a simple thoughtful message that if you love someone, care for someone, please express it before time gets over. You never know whom you are meeting or talking for the last time.

Love it.. Live it..

Enjoy Life.

Be Happy.

Take Care…

With Cordial Regards

Ankit Agarwal

Love You 🙂

 

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