today's bunk

this day was one of my memorable day in life...
just beacause I had today a lots of fun....
jaise hi bus ne shitla mata ke pass dam ko cross kiya
maine dekha wo dam jo roz shaant rahta hai aaj thoda chhalak raha tha
kyu ki hawaye chal rahi thi aur halki ( just like spraying ) baarish bhi ho rahi thi
maine to soch liya ki mujhe jana hai bas jarurat thi ki koi aur aa jaaye mujhe company dene...
aur phir humne bus rukwa di aur hamare saath rishabh, ravi prakhar and vineet bhi uthar gaye
uske baad suru ho gaya masti ka safar
pahle to hum dam par gaye and wahan photo shoot kiya and then boating
it was very wonderful experience that we are in rajasthan and monsoon... its rare..
hum boating ke baad shiv ji ke mandir me gaye wahan humne darshan kiya
one amazing thing was that that shive mandir was on hill...
and ek mata ka mandir jo cave type ka tha wo aur bhi mast tha
sab lolo ne khub masti ki aur khub saath pics li
haan aaj humne java ka lab miss kiya par jitna mazza idhar aaya I am quite sure that utna mazza java lab me nahi aata :P
aaj ka mausam bhi itna mast tha ki jaise laga ki ye din hi hamare liye bana tha ....

why I am dreaming of u ...

why I am dreaming of you.....
is it the only way by which we can meet..
I close my eyes and found u closer...
in my silence night I listen ur whispers...
when I open my eyes and I found that I have lost u forever..
Oh god listen me and call me forever..
why I am dreaming of you.
is it the only way by which we can meet...

my wrost days in boarding school (hostal..)

I was just 8 when I sent to the hostal.. that time I was habituated of my parents ..
I had no idea abt even bathing prorerly... but I will not blame my parent, they just wanted my better education coz they live in village where there were no facilities of good education...
and where I reached that was just like hell after all that was hostal
mujhe gahr walo ki bahut yaad aati thi specially mummy...
har roz mai har bus ko dekhta tha ki is bus se sayad mere papa aayenge :( but wo log roz thode hi na aa sakte the and I was not alone many buddies there who use to think the same....
there were a lots of boundation there thodi si galti par jyada pitai hoti thi ...
and hum itna dar jaate the ki hum kuchh bol bhi nahi paate the...and accomaodation and food itna bura ki puchho mat....
abhi bhi mai koi bura sapna dekhta hoon to lagta hai ki mai hostal me hoon aur mai dar kar jaag jaata hoon...
that was just a hell...

mp3.. mera pahla pahla pyar....

sorry to those who were thinking of the name of a girl :) in this post sorry !! its a game abt which I am too much crazy abt this game like 90%people in india
I was soaib akhtar of my team. ( no muh miya mitthu coz mere friends kahte the )
I used to play with my seniors and I still remember that moment when guddu sir said after scoring one run on my ball : "maine chauka laga diya... piyush ke ball par is se behtar short nahi khel sakta " and when I was in patna I used to play with shashank and prashasnt(two younger player than me ) aur by god roz century lagti thi ..
I love every foramt of this game either test,50-50, or t-20 ya phir hum chhath par khel rahe ho har jagah mazza aata hai
mujhe yaad hai jab mai hostal me tha tab bed par chappal(sleepers )ko hath me laga ke bat bana ke khelta tha ha ha ha lolz :D
and bowling maine wall par sikhi jab mujhe koi nahi apni team me rakhta tha tab maine decide kiya tha ki mai bowling sikhunga....
pata nahi kyu cricket abhi bhi mujhe utna hi achha lagata hai jitna tab lagta tha aur mujhe lagta hai mai jindagi bahr cricket khelta rahunga buddhe hone par bhi :)
coz its my love ... :)

when I came to jaipur

12th july 2008:the day when I came in this city with a lots of expection , big dream and a lots of curiosity abt collage life ....




when I entered in the JNIT campus then I think its quite good but after few days I saw there is a small building for us and then "humne ye suna ki apni university farzi hai ...." I got shocked when I listen this... but now all is ok and our university is UGC recognize under section 2f ..

I made some friends in the very first day of colg is pradeep , bhavana and narendra ..

and they are still my good friend ... sorry best friends..

another big problem I faced in earlier days was hostler and day scholar (that time I really don't know the meaning of these two words )

hostlers use to hate day scholar (I don't why "aisas lagta tha jaise humne unke paise se admission karaya hai :) they alwys trid to fight ") where as day scholar apni masti me rahte the aisa mai isliye nahi kah raha hoon kyu ki mai day scholar hoon its fact

althought hostlers bhi mere kaafi achhe dost the aur hain bhi ...

but mujhe ye samajh nahi aaya ki wo day scholar se itna gusaa kyu rahte hain :D

any way we have the best faculty of JNIT like dhawn sir, aashis sir, ranjeeta soni mam and pawan sir

my golden days in patna.....

how good that days were... I was just like a free bird.... now I remember those days when I use to cycling... in the street of patna... wo bhi kya din the jab hum 3-4 km coaching ke liye cycle se jaate the sach me bahut mazza aata tha and by GOD kabhi kisi byke wale ko aage nahi aane diya he he he (patna ki sadke hi aisi thi ) raat ko kaafi der tak jaagna aur raat ko maggi bana ke khana I miss all the things... and when me and my friends sonu use to go on the top of the building and to watch "mahatma gandhi setu" every things reminds abt patna.... and hamari bebkufi wali baatein ..... he he and one of my daily routine was playing cricket with so many my teams youngestrs shashank prashant, on terris roz century lagti thi ..:D
and a lots of things which remind me abt patna is
nishant bhaiya ke sath ghumne jana shopping and any other thingd and raat bhar talking abt girls
pintu bhai ke saath BC and haan kabhi kabhi gyan ki baatein bhi ho jaati thi(I think he has the knowledge about each and every thing )
bablu bhaiya se kuchh gyan ki batein and mai bablu bhaiya se kam bat karta tha (coz of respect )
phonu bhaiya ke baton ko lapetna he he he
and happy (isse aalsi aadmi maine nahi dekha anbhi tak )
neha ke cell pe call karna aur wo bhi darte hue ki kahin uska bhai na utha le :)
and jo cheez mujhe sabse jyada yaad aata hai wo hai patna se jehanabad ke liye train pakdna... kya mazza aata tha saturday ki saam ko gaya-patna local train me safar karne me wo bhi bina ticket (these ws my earlier days baad me mai ticket le ke jaata tha) I miss all the things of patna miss u nishant bhaiya miss u pintu bhaiya bablu bhaiya phonu bhaiya sonu ji and neha I really miss every one .......
really miss patna ....
one more thing abt patna I forgot to mention is : whenever I feel some stress or unhappy I used to go to ganga'ghat and I really got so much peace there really wahan se aane ka man nahi karta hai aisa lagta hai kaash mera ghar yahin hota ...
Its my favroit place in patna .....

my mom ...

a simple women who is full of curiosities... smart(coz i couldn't steal a single rupee from mumma's purse and couldn't emotionally black mail her)she is full of a care...
she is so brilliant from her school time and still she is more brilliant than me although she is not so educated.. but "mujhe lagta hai ki mai aagr mummy ko digital electronics padhaya jaye to wo yogita mam se achha lpadha lengi" :P
I couldn't tell a lie infront of my mumma coz she understand my every expression..
aur maine kabhi jhuth bola bhi nahi mumma k samne
but one intresting thing is that I lied to much to my mom on the phone when she ask beta khana kha liya??? and my reply is always positive.. :)
jab bhi mai ghar se aata hu aate waqt mai mummy se nazare nahi mila pata kyu ki wo roti rahti hai aur agar mai unki aankho me dekhunga to mujhe bhi rona aa jaayega ...
so is too o sweet and beautiful ....
after all she is my mumma..

my mom: my world

she told the story of angel but never said the angel she is talking about is herself.....
she never made you cry because she know she she knew that she will heart herself.........
she holds your hand and and show you the way on which you find yourself.........
she hugs you and teach the lession of love
for your every mistake she will say its just a little!
she hides you from every problem by keeping ahead herself.........
her sweet voice mix mildness in your life...
she understands your every need before your saying
she is happiest to see you happy
her slaps never never make you injured and after her every slap she cry herself.........

o mumma plz hold me once !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this poem is dedicated to your mother and every mother of this world and
the sweetest my mothe:)

abt this blog....

hi friends I made this blog so earlier... but couldn't work on it but when I saw the blog of komal then I think of blogging again
hey here u'll know abt me and abt my friends..... some poems of mine and some jokes and hope u all will enjoy it ...