"koi diwana kehta hai..."

"koi deewana kehta hai, koi pagal samajhta hai
magar dharti ki bechaini ko, bas baadal samajhta hai
main tujhse dur kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai
yeh tera dil samajhta hai, ya mera dil samajhta hai

mohabbat ek ehsaaso ki, paawan si kahani hai
kabhi kabira deewana tha, kabhi meera deewani hai
yahan sab log kehte hai, meri aankhon me aasoon hain
jo tu samjhe to moti hai, jo na samjhe toh paani hai

samundar peer ka andar hai, lekin ro nahi sakta
yeh aansu pyar ka moti hai, isko kho nahi sakta
meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena magar sun le
jo mera ho nahi paya, wo tera ho nahi sakta

bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha toh hungama
humaare dil me koi khwaab pal baitha toh hungama
abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohabbat ka
mai kisse ko haquiqat me badal baitha toh hungama"

~ Dr Kumar Viswas (At Moksha'04, NSIT)

my frns got crazy on listening this...so i decided to confront these beautiful line to more people..


all the stanza are very interesting and fabulous if u try to reach its true meanings.if one is good at hindi then he'll have no problem but for all those who are bit weak at it like few of my frns who had problem in getting few difficult words in this,here is the quick reference .
the word "peer" means dard or pain
"bhramar" means bhanvra or bee
"Kumudni" means phool or flower

i searched his more piece of works and got these links to some videos just go through....u'll love it the way he has recited it.
Koi diwana kehta hai..
this one is also vry good " pagli ladki "
pagli ladki...
main uska hoon..

Is it Love?

If you are wasting petals of roses to check out "it is love...it is not"...then give this one a try ..u'll surely get the answer!! I don't remember from where exactly i got this , may be in forwarded mail or any site, but its really interesting and sounds very true.
What is love? When we claim that it's love that we have for someone, are we correct? Something to ponder upon.....

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.

Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship

Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.

Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?
Then it's love.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.

Would you allow them to leave you , not because they want to but because they have to?
Then its love.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's love.

Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love?

Why is it all we search for in life?

This pain, this agony?

Why is it all we long for?

This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?

The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE. It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with others....

My debut blog....an intro.

well this one is my first blog , so let me guess where to start from...hhhmmmmmmm
Ok so let me have an intro to this fabulous world of blogging.

I am a guy who loves his computer more than his girlfriend, may be thats why i am not her boyfriend. I can restrain my itching nose from relieving it for hours but life without PC and internet....hard to imagine even, my next interest is common among boys can't say about girls and if this is not true for any guy then I seriously suggest him to consult a good Doctor at the same time if it is true for a girl then hey its not allowed in India atleast, yes u guessed rightly after all , girls are beautiful and life is quite...quite worthless without them.
My next love is food...my fav is anything that my mom cooks and i know that she will definitely go for Paneer or chhole or rajma when it comes to my fav. By now she has done a Ph.d on these three stuff no one can beat her at chhole atleast , an open challenge to Rakesh Sethi.one more thing which is not from my moms recipe book but is one of the tastiest matter existing on this earth that is the delicious MAGGI NOODLES. hey if any one from Nestle Food Ltd reads this then plz plz plz..... hire me i'll work for u at any post without a penny, just promise me Maggi in breakfast, then Maggi in lunch and Maggi for dinner thats it. In liquid states of matter i love to have strong hot Coffee and chilled Frooti...BURRRPP...That all from the dining table...lets move on to somthing else.

Stars, cricket, movie, etc Naaaa...it sounds insane to me being a fan or getting crazy about someone who gets paid for shaking their belly and buttocks on celluloid or some people who earn crores for running behind a Rs 200 silly ball.Any ways my words are not to hurt the sentiments of any fan or admirer of anyone but I feel very strongly that , in all this we have forgotten our actual heroes, i mean just move out and ask someone about the latest movie of Mallika Sherawat , he will also let you know the ones that she even haven't signed for, and ask him "who was Mahatma Gandhi?" and chances are that he might say "father of Rajiv Gandhi & Indira Gandhi". Even the larger part of our so educated generation won't be knowing the correct dates of Children's day and Teacher's day but never fail to celebrate Valentine's day.....oooooooops just got carried away...ok lemme change the topic now.....

we are of DPS we are for DPS
we are green and white
we show our might...........
this was one of the songs in our morning assemblies . Yes i've done my schooling from Delhi Public School. you must 've heard its name, let it be for any reason but i m proud of my school as anyone else would be.In other words "....those were the best days of my life".My academics has never been so good, actually i was and still i m the person who picks up the syllabus when my heart starts bouncing to the verge of breaking my ribs so i've to study to save up my life,the problem is that this situation occurs just last night before the exam.but anyhow i've learnt to deal with it and do have quite satisfactory results till now n hope the same in upcoming years....

My next Passion is music, there is something indistinct about music that one cant distant it from himself. am a die hard music lover be it anything rock, pop, jazz, movies, remix, sufi, ghazals, hindi, english, bhojpuri...........the list goes on. Just one condition that it doesn't creates a hole in my ear membrane, like the songs from one of the nostril kings of India.To mention my fav songs are..."mora saiyan mose bole na.." from Fuzon , "kahoon kaise sakhi.." from Yahaan, "yaaron dosti badi hi..."from Rockford, "kahe tohse sajna.." from maine pyar kiya, "words" by boyzone, "shape of my heart.."by BSB.....and the list goes on.

So that was all about me...apart from everything i wrote ... I have a whole graveyard of might-have-beens...which I wish could have turned into reality...but may be destiny has something better in store for me.