Teri ankhon se aansu kabhi na bahe..
Tere hathon mein hamara hath hamesha rahe..
Tere hothon se mamu pehle nikle.. ( ya m selfish there.. :D.. )
Tujhe godi mein behlate rahein..
Ahanaaa..
pyar karna.. mumma se seekhna..
baton ki gehrai samajhna..
sachai, meri bhanji, papa se seekhna..
paro pe khade jaldi hona..
zindagi mein jo chahe karna..
baton mein kisi aur ki kabhi mat aana..
Ahanaaa..
Painting aur drawing abhi se shuru karna…
Literature ki ahemiyat tum ye zarur janna..
Par mann ki agar baat bataun, piano zarur seekhna..
Dil ki khwahish hai ye duniya ko chawka dena..
Ahanaa….
Papa, mumma se kabhi nahi jhagarna..
Jo Pyar sabse zada tumse hi karte haina..
Ahanaaaa…..
pyar karna.. mumma se seekhna..
baton ki gehrai samajhna..
sachai, meri bhanji, papa se seekhna..
paro pe khade jaldi hona..
zindagi mein jo chahe karna..
baton mein kisi aur ki kabhi mat aana..
Ahanaa...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Drill Dilemma!! from the annals of IMA times...
Drill seems to be the most trying thing in the academy. The biggest torture in doing drill everyday for the pop practice is not the sweat, the heat, the incessant 'kadam badal' or 'changing march', the continuous ‘swing back’ or ‘height de’ (not that these are not tortures themselves, they definitely surely are) but the biggest one is how the heck do you manage to keep your shirts clean. And then they want us to wear an impeccable uniform every damn day.
What happens, as many of you might not be aware, specially my friends from the software industry who sit in their air conditioned office day in day out, who do not shred one drop of pasina, is that after 2-3 hours of continuous drill, all the pores of your body are opened because some liquid wants to flow out. If you happen to taste it, just like we get a chance of doing it daily, I am sure you wouldn’t like it.
Now because of this liquid flowing out, in a short while, your body perceives that if this continues it might just dehydrate, and therefore it makes you feel thirsty. Obviously you cannot replenish the liquid loss from your body by just licking the same off from your own body, as that is not humanly possible. However, come to think of it, it is humanly possible to lick it off someone else’s body, probably the one standing just in front of you who is also excreting as much liquid as you. But that would be a grotesque way of quenching your thirst. Eeyuk..
Ok, forget that. This thirst makes you feel that you’ll die any moment. And what adds to this dying moment is the rashes developed both in your under arms and your private parts invariably through the never ending swinging of your arms and legs respectively. The 50% of the water along with much of the salt in your body that excretes out in the form of S.W.E.A.T, does not act as a lubricant. Trust me. In fact, it acts as a catalyst in the development of these rashes.
Now the water which forms a vital part of the sweat evaporates, but what about the salt? I’ll tell you. The salt, ladies and gentlemen, penetrates through the vest, and sticks tightly to the shirt and makes the Olive Green, Olive Green and White. Nonetheless, the white patches on the OG shirt makes wonderful modern art, the beauty of which lies in the unpredictability of its pattern. Every fucking day, the patches are of different shape, and at different unimaginable locations. There is absolutely no regularity at all.
So, that’s how your shirt gets screwed every day. And you have only three pairs of them. And since the washer man comes only twice in a week, and there are 7 days in the same, you are smart enough to calculate that you gotta wash them yourself in between. And that is what I don’t like putting my time and energy in. Specially at a place where they are trying to exhaust my energy everyday.
LET ME CONSERVE IT A LITTLE FOLKS..
I MEAN, COME ON!!! HOW THE DAMNED HELL DOES IT MATTER WHETHER THE OG I WEAR TO DRILL PRACTICE, (I EMPHASIZE, DRILL “PRACTICE”) HAS WHITE PATCHES OR NOT??
INSTEAD OF PUNISHING SUCH A PERSON, SHOULDN’T YOU AWARD HIM? CUZ HE HAS SWEATED THE MOST??
Wait.. I just gave myself an idea there..
THE MAX WHITE IN A WEEK AWARD GOES TO……. GC Ankur Srivastava!! (With a huge round of applause from the entire academy)
Yeah, I have a weird way of imagining things.. :D..
But you tell me, wouldn’t that be both fun and fair?
What happens, as many of you might not be aware, specially my friends from the software industry who sit in their air conditioned office day in day out, who do not shred one drop of pasina, is that after 2-3 hours of continuous drill, all the pores of your body are opened because some liquid wants to flow out. If you happen to taste it, just like we get a chance of doing it daily, I am sure you wouldn’t like it.
Now because of this liquid flowing out, in a short while, your body perceives that if this continues it might just dehydrate, and therefore it makes you feel thirsty. Obviously you cannot replenish the liquid loss from your body by just licking the same off from your own body, as that is not humanly possible. However, come to think of it, it is humanly possible to lick it off someone else’s body, probably the one standing just in front of you who is also excreting as much liquid as you. But that would be a grotesque way of quenching your thirst. Eeyuk..
Ok, forget that. This thirst makes you feel that you’ll die any moment. And what adds to this dying moment is the rashes developed both in your under arms and your private parts invariably through the never ending swinging of your arms and legs respectively. The 50% of the water along with much of the salt in your body that excretes out in the form of S.W.E.A.T, does not act as a lubricant. Trust me. In fact, it acts as a catalyst in the development of these rashes.
Now the water which forms a vital part of the sweat evaporates, but what about the salt? I’ll tell you. The salt, ladies and gentlemen, penetrates through the vest, and sticks tightly to the shirt and makes the Olive Green, Olive Green and White. Nonetheless, the white patches on the OG shirt makes wonderful modern art, the beauty of which lies in the unpredictability of its pattern. Every fucking day, the patches are of different shape, and at different unimaginable locations. There is absolutely no regularity at all.
So, that’s how your shirt gets screwed every day. And you have only three pairs of them. And since the washer man comes only twice in a week, and there are 7 days in the same, you are smart enough to calculate that you gotta wash them yourself in between. And that is what I don’t like putting my time and energy in. Specially at a place where they are trying to exhaust my energy everyday.
LET ME CONSERVE IT A LITTLE FOLKS..
I MEAN, COME ON!!! HOW THE DAMNED HELL DOES IT MATTER WHETHER THE OG I WEAR TO DRILL PRACTICE, (I EMPHASIZE, DRILL “PRACTICE”) HAS WHITE PATCHES OR NOT??
INSTEAD OF PUNISHING SUCH A PERSON, SHOULDN’T YOU AWARD HIM? CUZ HE HAS SWEATED THE MOST??
Wait.. I just gave myself an idea there..
THE MAX WHITE IN A WEEK AWARD GOES TO……. GC Ankur Srivastava!! (With a huge round of applause from the entire academy)
Yeah, I have a weird way of imagining things.. :D..
But you tell me, wouldn’t that be both fun and fair?
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