Cheekoo

Co-incidence is friendship
Commenting is fun
A friend's friendship
Introduced a peer.

This girl called Shruti Anand
Was sumone very special and
Her ever jolly mood
The magic wand

with shining layers of hair
Her cutely decorated face
The friendly heart "just in case"
Helped completely and fair.

The appreciation from family
She deserve much more
"Casual" chick on the road
Her "hehes" and photos

Elegant beauty personified
An attractive personality
The elegible maid
She is an angel in reality.

Goa

The old phone rang one evening.
I was chilling out,just hanging!
A trip to Goa was fixed.
The agreement and excitement was rigged.

4 dudes, guaranteed awesomeness.
Dumb charades,poker and laziness.
The longest journey was over.
Singh wanted to fuck a whore.

The road trip was zealous.
Thivim to Calangute beach-fabulous!
Local beer on the beach,the opening night
The rookie smoked,not at all right.

The sun rose up the Arabian Sea
Santana's zen provided with a lot to see.
1200w JBL Bass tube,the ultimate thump,
Fort Aguada was calling for the jump.

4 beer stops and the nude beach
Though only 4 naked guys under the peach.
Photo moments at the shore,
Waves were at their core.

We suited up to hit the casino,
Drinks and food on the house.
All hail Lord Rama,Dusshera gave us free entry.
Wasted 750 bucks,but black dog for free.

The food was utterly delicious
The female dealer's make up not so bootylicious.
Our luck was buried in Devil's town.
We didn't win a single bet, so many frowns.

We over viewed a couple of more casinos
Then we hit Baga beach,still stoned.
Gave our sympathies to the dead fish,doomed.
Hanks taking a piss on the beach,gloomed.

Rendezvous was shifted to Colva beach
The night was meant to be intoxicative
But Singh's testosterone were on some other motive.
Meanwhile we (me and Puru) were caught in Deepak's reach.

The wasted drunkard was giving us crap
By linking will power and guts.
He brought pain from our ears to our nuts.
Whisky in the rain wrapped it all up.

The next day we loitered around on the scooter.
Had prawns and beer and some hangover hazards.
Beach soccer and tattoos and sand art bloopers
Now I am writing this on playing cards.

CS-2 (2007 Batch)

"Why are you so late",

As always I stood silent,wait!

I am not the only one,pupil follows,

And the class starts with vows and hows.

I start from the right corner

There you find Sumit Jain and "her".

Behind them,the over matured bookworms

like Bansal,the toilers,brain storms.

Behind him is the one of a kind category

Teacher's pet,Manish and Kavita,Shikha's dowry.

Still behind them is the fluctuating Sheetal.

Disrespcting teachers is her job,fatal!

Moving a row to the left,

The powerpuff girls take charge,

Namita with her powerful voice,no heft.

Sneha and Surabhi follows with balanced heft.

Then follows Sweta,Rashmi and Richa.

The sincere people of the class.

With studies and fun in their glass.

Rajhree fainting, not any more, out of the mass.

Behind the lovely ladies is a different class.

Self isolated little pupil just "in the class".

Just besides them lays the Sapra family.

The carefree,careless,spoiled,cool silly boys.

The penless illiterate teacher commenting people.

The joker,the escapist,the deceiver - the kin.

Always distributing smiles even to ma'am,not a sin.

Scolded a million billion times,stubborn people.

As we move ahead,the degree of studiousness increases.

From the Rahuls to the alpha male,it never decreases.

They even think about studies as their dream girls.

Without any glamour,CS-2 still produces glamorous girls.

Moving to the extreme left corner

The mistaken genuises are not horners.

Golu and Pandey are the perfect soft targets.

Prateek and Nibble.Why do I always forget?

Vageesh and Vaibhav are class apart

Ruchi and Ramita are the posh focussed people.

Shekhar and Shiffa are still in school, not a mart.

Shweta is one of the missed out peoples.

Vikrant and Shubham manage to score well,

Coz they study,umlike me,Ritz,Batki and Sahil

Who just manage to step forward living on the edge.

Hope our unity stays strong and never fudge.

Mother!!!

Walking down the miserable road,
With tears in her eyes load.
She was blinded with the golden memories,
Only her mother visible with happy cherries.

Being a mother herself,
She struggled to calm herself.
She left home to go back home,
To ignite her mother's bones.

Sitting at the station
With her man's shoulder to cry on.
Waiting for the angel of destiny,
She went nostalgic in a jiffy.

From the moving window,she saw
A whole family toiling,with every kin,now!
They were unified and not separated.
Unlike Sheila,who felt like an infant,isolated!

Sheila had two reasons to live on,
Though she was the reason herself,until dawn.
Cardiac arrest didn't do justice.
Took away a soul,a woman sacrificed.

She loved Sheila more than GOD
But what can anyone do?
Nothing helps,words,tears not even food!
Everything now,seems very odd!

The food doesn't taste the same.
The wind doesn't feel the same.
The people don't look the same.
The eyes don't see the same.

Everything's changed,everythind's different.
The childhood memories were just for a moment.
People passing by with looks full of sympathy
Didn't feel good at all,what a pity!

May be the religious customs didn't help.
May be the voodoos couldn't be felt.
Death is inevitable believe it or not.
But still,valiantly,the heart of love fought!!!

Sudden Death

Eyes-blinked,
ball ricochetted.

Penalty missed,
Dreams shattered.

Miserable sky,
Tears in the eye.

Journey over,
Face cover.

Nation lost,
Defeat-hated most.

Hearts broken,
Heads shaken.

Stunned silence,
Without violence.

Impossible,
I am possible.

World ends,
Heart fails.

Tongue swallowed,
Life ended.

Sudden death,
Unfair earth.

Harold and Kumar

Food is what we live to eat and the hunger is interminable.
They were fed up with the food here which was abominable.
Harold(Ritvik) and Kumar(Shivi) unanimously decided,
They needed to have shorma with mayonnaise, undisputed.

Mode of transport was the biggest problem standing our way.
Harold coined with the idea to borrow a bike for the day.
Kumar called up his neighbour and convinced him to have the keys.
They were so excited that shorma was the only thing that he sees.

For the love of shorma,they committed a mistake in a hurry.
They didn't confirm the vehicle id,and had their brains bury.
They took away a different model owned by someone else.
Every little errand was run through this heisted bike,pulse by pulse.

No sooner did they cross the border than the call from hell came in.
Kumar was petrified on hearing that the police was searchin.
They cleverly flew past the blood sucking cops all over.
As they returned to the society,they met SATAN (all over).

The inspector took both of them to the police station.
The scenario was so humiliating and the fucking confrontation.
SATAN(the inspector) gave us the worst time of our lives.
Awe-struck they looked at each other,strictly,no high fives.

The very idea of spending a night in jail was horrifying.
The bright future was all dark,the scenario was petrifying.
The inspector was laying no mercy upon the mistaken criminals,
The stories of student robberies were all in the journals.

The Devil was ready with the accusations
He fired continuously with impact situations,
Until the angel of hope,the owner arrived,
He took back his FIR and a little relief was derived.

After a lot of threats and pleading and anal extensions
They were set free ,sighing and fading tensions.
They finally got to the right bike and fuel,
God turned satan took no bribe,kewl.

The long awaited shorma with mayonnaise was in their mouths,
The trip was extended with places in the South.
From eating jail food to shorma was an unforgettable journey
All because of the hunger and the passion and the money.

Karma- The Reincarnation

It all started with the song "Dream On" by Aerosmith
I remembered a dumb soccer mate ,Smith.
I wish I could give him a brutal death.
I wish I knew 'The Grand Conjuration' by Opeth.

Let me describe a disturbing dream with brutal images.
I was a knight of the Gupta dynasty,reigning for ages.
It was a holocaust of the blood sucking Mughals.
I had a valiant troop and I topped all the yells.

I stabbed almost 100 single handedly,dominating.
Not for long,when their reinforcement arrived,assassinating.
Soon I was the only Gupta alive,
There was no turning back now and I barged in ,a dive.

The consequence of the dive was dreadful,not good at all.
I had 5 swords in my abdomen,and 7 in all.
Lying on the muddy battleground,I could still breathe.
I didn't even close my eyes,I could see myself bleed.

In a blink,my life has fast forwarded itself to 2009.
I am living in Noida with 6 homies of mine.
And I realize I have a twin brother,still Guptas.
My homies were the past Mughals, again a mass.

MY brother helped in bringing conflagration in the contemporary world.
We devised of a simple yet perfect assassination,for the world.
I arranged two swords and a meeting with the Mughals.
Vengeance was on my mind,I needed to kill the Mughals.

Even though there was no killing in our current lives.
But the rage of revenge changed me from being a naive.
I stabbed each and every one of them,with excessive bleeding.
They were not dead yet,and I said, "I don't like you all breathing."

With wrath in my eyes and the mortal brutality in my head
I shunned their innocent faces and the reason they demanded.
Just at that very moment I mercilessly beheaded every head off that body.
I found peace in the falling of the Mughal heads and was heading to Saudi.

As soon as I wiped off the blood off my swords,I heard something noisy.
It was my mom screaming at me,because I slept for 15 hours straight and cosy.
The dream was over,I could see myself smile to commit a holocaust.
I was glad to see my elder brother,I got gobsmacked to see the sword's cost.

The cost was something used in the Gupta dynasty ,and they hanged in my drawing room.
The most eerie event ,I met a guy who looked exactly like me with the same hairstyle.
Well things still live in my mind,I hope its just a file.
May be this is the end and only limited to my room.