Dreaming, by Achint

Dreams are awkward,
yes they are
Reality for me,
is quite too far

Mountains are high,
rainbows are bright
This is what,
my dreams are like

They give me a hazy picture
Of what lies in the future
Believe me if you might
Or carry on with the fight

Dream like a king
of whatever you can think
Only those ones will come true,
Which u think are made 4 u

Guy’s dream of girls
Girl’s dream of guys
Maybe it’s not reality
But it can make you cry

Dreams are like a mirror
Its reflections are so clear
Here one can be bold
and can say what is to be told

People question why we dream
The reasons though are still not seen
No matter what is its meaning
For god sake just keep on dreaming।

--
Achint...

Faltu Funde, by Ashish Bist

Killing time has never been easy for me। Always to wonder what to do? As studying, not really an option. You have to generate new hobbies again and again and screwing old once. So this time I was watching horror flick as Halloween is on. I found out that its not easy to really scare anyone . I am not really a MCP (male chauvinist pig) but thinks that girls kind of fake this thing too. You know that scream. I hate it. Its really. Ok you are scared, why making me deaf. Oh again deviating, major concern is, not many new ideas are chipping in and aliens are not good actors in a horror flick. The culprit is I suppose new technology, when we were kids their were so many stories to be heard from all around, it was like kind of hot topic to be discussed but now the topic been limited to girls for boys and Botox for girls. Even the monkey man gone, and Delhi's night life giving ghosts run for their money. I think future of horror is in jeopardy. The big invention is needed on the Bhoots and ghosts part. May be their case study will also be there in HBR in coming years. Well it should be.

Ashish Bist

"Enlightening Realization" By Ashish Bisht

This is the question, a guy need to answer all the time "do you have any girl friend"???

When growing, this makes a magical image in his mind for women.

Therefore, the very probable question just next morning after the wedding day would be "who are you"??? And it is not just about that the make-up is not there but also ridicules things that you can't imagine like you saying "hey, hands off from my shaving blade"! The big thing, I am talking here is we guys don't plan things to the extreme! Plan does work only till getting us the 'thing'। But then we lose the whole plan, stuck in our own story and not to say for life. It take whole of our life explaining "get over it what ever I have said to you before the wedding" PLEASE. And always moaning to ourselves, looking to the empty space on the left side of the bed where a baby elephant can easily adjust himself. But we stuck to a wife who thinks our shoulder is a pillow and we are some kind of circus dog, who need to be held with those hand all the time other wise we will run away. That empty space on left side of the bed is freedom and we will never be able to get there.

MAGIC'sOVER!!!

Ashish Bisht

"Emotional Shayari" by Simarjeet Singh

मुझसे मत पूछ की क्यों आँख झुका ली मैंने,
तेरी तस्वीर थी जो तुझसे छूपा ली मैंने,
जीस पे लीखा था की तू मेरे मुक़द्दर में नही,
अपने माथे की वह लकीर मीटा ली मैंने,
हर जनम सबको यहाँ पर सच्चा प्यार कहाँ मीलता है,
तेरी चाहत मे umar बीता ली मैंने,
मुझको जाने कहाँ एहसास मेरे ले जाएँ,
वक्त के हाथों से एक नज्म उठा ली मैंने,
घेरे रहती है मुझे एक अनोखी खुशबु,
तेरी यादों से हर एक सांस सजा ली मैंने,
जीसके शेरों को वह सुनके बहुत रोया था,
बस वोही एक ग़ज़ल सबसे छुपा ली मैंने!!!

simarjeet singh

"Just 4 Fun," by Ashish Bist

All my life I was waiting for the world war to happen but it never happened. Raising my hopes with Japan (nuked), Vietnam bio-degraded, cold war, kargil,WTO, and Pakistan unrest but I guess all fluke. Now I am ruined. without any textual knowledge, finally I have to open my books and make it up for my past 15 years. Not fair. Damn you militants.

ASHISH BIST

"Passing Thought," by Ashish Bist

Now, the next time you see a child wishing some uncle or aunty "NAMASTEE" (forcibly by parents) in a typical way "namastee karo uncle ko" watch that nudge of head upside down.
Its more of a awkward situation for a gen.Y guy or gal. And that nudge gets stringent and stringent as the age increases. But what really is missing or you can say vanished are those hands. Yea closing of those hand.

The ritual is gone. Its more probable for you to see it again in any American or British comedy movie or a show, or a yoga session world wide than in common Indian urban family. When I saw it in the perfect way in a British airways advertisement it felt awkward to me. Felt like " no this is not the way" but yea that was the correct way. Reason, because I never did it in a correct way.

ASHISH BIST

"The One Thousandth Man"

One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.
Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
The rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings.
And laugh and meet in your daily walk As though there had
been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
For silver and gold in their dealings; But the Thousandth
Man he's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.
His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight -
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot - and after!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

This is a creation by Rudyard Kipling Which I wanted to share with all of you. Hope you will like it.

Vivek Singh

Friends & Friendship, by Amit Khanna

FRIENDSHIP-: What a wonderful word to read or to say. But has anyone of us ever tried to understand what this wonderful thing means? The principles of Friendship are TRUST, HELP and UNDERSTANDING.

FRIEND-: Friend is derived from the word meaning “FREE”. A friend is someone who allows us the space and freedom “to be“.

At young age, we make lots of friends. Some good – Some bad. It is up to us what sort of friends we choose because the kind of friends we choose; sooner or later, we automatically become the same kind. Real friends are those who when you have made a fool of yourself, don’t feel that you have done a permanent job. A friend is someone on whom you can depend upon. Even at midnight or in the twilight from dusk to dawn he will always be there for you and won’t complain ever if you wake him up from his sweetest dreams. So remember, “A friend in NEED is a friend INDEED “.

Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is from these things that it FLOWERS.

A great English writer calls “FRIENDSHIP” the nursery of abiding bonds. A true friend always keeps the flame of bonds going even beyond this physical world. So true FRIENDS and true FRIENDSHIP are the must things for a successful living here, on this plain planet (EARTH).

Last but not the least…IN MY OPINION A FRIEND IS-:

F……………………………First
R...........Relative
I……………………………In
E……………………………Every
N...........Necessary
D……………………………Decision

Amit Khanna

Editor's comment: Congrats on winning a chocolate, also I expect the third roomie (after Kotler and you) to write something for Expressions)

"Extraordinary Happiness," by Prateek Garg

I was about to come back from Nehru Place. I went there with my friend Amit for buying some stuff for him. Before this, we were in Okhla Industrial Area for a Sales and Distribution's project at an office of Cobra Beer's CnF's office.

I was tired, and at my best, the remaining guts inside me was to drive back to hostel till I see bed. As I was taking out my bike from the Parking of Nehru Place, I was obstructed by a middle aged man.

When you are tired, irritation takes over the better part of you. This is atleast true in my case. This shaky man with moist eyes looked like a drunkard to me. As I looked upon him angrily, he said, "Beta, Ek rupaya hai....". I looked at the man judging his attire. He looked like a respectable man from Upper Middle Class. Why the hell he needs 'Ek Rupya' from me? Perhaps, he may not be having change, but still, he was wasting my time and I ws getting very irritated.

I searched my pockets for a One Rupee coin. Unable to find one, I asked Amit who was waiting for us to make a move to give this man a One Rupee coin. As he found a coin in his pockets and passed it on to this man, I asked him out of curiousity if he needed it because of not having change coins.

To my surprise, my harmless question bursted him in tears. He was crying. I and Amit, looked at each other puzzled. I told myself to keep my mouth shut.

As he took the coin from Amit, he flipped it in the pocket of my shirt. Surprised Again! The anxiety was short lived as the man started speaking. Still crying, he said, "Beta, yeh ek rupaya meri taraf se Bhagwaan ko chada dena. My son has been admitted into Bhabha Atomic Research Institute. I have just got the news, and I dont have one rupee coin to devote to Him." As tears rolled down his eyes, he took out Rs. 500 notes from his pocket as a proof saying that he had upper denomination notes but did not have a single one rupee coin."

He was concerned with the ritual of devoting money in figures of One rupee plus a round figure. (Rs. 101, 201, 501 etc.)

We were surprised to see this man crying so badly in happiness. I wish I could explain what I was watching in words. I felt truly happy for the man and was deeply moved.

Inadvertently, I had a flash of my father's words and expectations in my mind. I wish I give him the similar happiness someday.

We congratulated him. He was still crying like a kid, but it was pleasing to see him cry. I told him that it is the time to celeberate and not cry. He showered his blessings on us. I don't know why but he gave us his address and started walking off, still crying. He did not care what people might be thinking of him. As he walked away, I could see him from far. He was talking to himself, and perhaps, still crying.

I and Amit were in trance. After about two minutes I kick started my bike.

On my way back, I spotted a temple where I devoted the same One Rupee coin to the almighty who gives us happiness in so little things. Yes, I was feeling very happy from inside. That Uncle had made my day. And was I tired?

Extraordinary Happiness... Becomes divine when shared...

Prateek Garg

"Love is in the Air," by Ashish Sharma

This is one of the recent one's that i have written;

"Somehow, I tame my heart, as it takes an involuntary surge,
at the crossroads of life, where all the elements merge."

"Unsuccessfully, I try to ignore beauty, as it tries to seduce,
but also learn my lessons devotedly, realities also amuse."

"Maliciously, I adjust my sight, to observe the opposites,
but once a while, take a journey, where my almighty sits."

"Religiously , I follow the path, with grace & flair,
where my soul lives, & love is always in the air."

Ashish Sharma