The Incomplete trip

One hour past midnight ,they left delhi.
Destination Jaipur,road trip for the beer bellys.
It was a spontaneous and a long "trip".
Pit stops, clicking pics and tea sips.

Drivers changing all night long,
Looking for matchsticks,the car was ransacked.
Beer and cigarettes during dawn.
Sleep was the only thing that they lacked.

Chinese lunch at RTDC was exotic.
Smoking the last noon's cigarettes,
They drove where nothing else mattered
Reached Rani sisodia garden - the "OMEN".

Searching for rani's soul,they wandered.
Surprisingly saw a peacock at the roadside
But the bloody coward ran away, bewildered.
Then the pigeons and the monkeys alongside.

Looking at the beautiful roads,Lohumi-"WOW"
The jinxed driver Singh-"Feel aa rahi hai na"?
Holy cow fucked the atheists in the car.
The protruding rock,fucked the car like a whore.

Petrol tank split wide open like a punctured boat.
Feelings of fear and panic started to afloat.

Freeze frame(Expressions via facial expressions)

Puru-"I am so fucked,my mother is going to kill me!"
Singh-"Damn you cow,I will always eat you beef style!"
Lohumi-"What are we gonna do now?"
Baba-"Always look at the bright side of life!"
Launchee-"Will somebody help us?"

The local lad took Puru to the mechanic and back,
A glimmer of hope of surviving, persuading a hijack.
Baba trying to push the car by himself to the side.
While the other 3 were thinking really wide.


Then there was this uncle,
The experienced leader of men.
He helped but not silently.
Narrating mishaps and deaths.

Then the mechanic took care of their whore.
While Puru and Launchee created dramatic soap opera scenes.
The almighty of the car,Puru was simply hopeless.
Chided by parents, Singh didn't deserve more.

The bleeding pads were fixed.
Local lad had stuff in store,
Deprived of time, they wanted food. Blissfully
Gave away a life time of charity to the poor.

The weed weapons were prepared inside the car.
In the nick of time,they got food.
Smoked weed while walking down the road.
The weed aroused Launchee's sentiments for the old waiter.

3 non drivers smoked weed again
On the highway,they looked up in vain.
The sky was moving at an indefinite pace
Puru to the drunkard truck driver, sarcastically,
"It is not a race!"

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.