Jus C

Finally managed to download Teri Deewani (Album : Kailasa) beautifully and soulfully sung by Kailash Kher. Great thing abt this guy is his choice of words, most of his songs are written by himself and with this album he has also formed a new band by same name, Kailasa. Here are the lyrics – (especially like the doublet – tere bin jina kaisa, kya khudgarzi hai)

preet ki lat mohe aisi laagi
ho gayi main matwaari (matwaali)
bal-bal jau apne piya ko…
hey main jau wari-wari

mohe sud-bud nahi rahi tan-man ki
ye toh jaane duniya saari
bebas aur lachaar phiru main
haari main dil haari
haari main dil haari

Tere naam se jeelu tere naam se mar jau
Tere naam se jeelu tere naam se mar jau
tere jaan ke sadke main kuch aisa kar jau
tune kya kar daala
mar gayi main
mit gayi main
ho ji….haan ji
ho gayi main ….
teri deewani…deewani (2)

Ishq junoon jab had se badh jaye
Ishq junoon jab had se badh jaye
haste haste aashiq suuli chadh jaye
ishq ka jadoo sar-chadhkar bole
ishq ka jadoo sar-chadhkar bole
khoob lagalo pehre raste rab khole
yahi ishq di marzi hain
yahi rab di marzi hain

yahi ishq di marzi hain
yahi rab di marzi hain
tere bin jina kaisa
kya khudgarzi hai
tune kya kar daala
mar gayi main
mit gayi main
ho ji….haan ji
ho gayi main ….
teri deewani…deewani (2)

aye main rang-rangeeli deewani
aye main rang-rangeeli deewani
aye main albeli, main mastaani
gau bajaau..sabko rijhau
aye din dharam se begaani
aye main deewani ..main deewani
tere naam se jeelu
tere naam se mar jau
tere jaan ke sadke main kuch aisa kar jau
tune kya kar daala
mar gayi main
mit gayi main
ho ji….haan ji
ho gayi main ….
teri deewani…deewani (2)

Its 7 am, the lovely early morning breeze has long gone, taken hostage by the barbaric loo of the middle earth. But I have to go on to find the ring of power. I look upon the road am treading, the road half metalled, half torn, exposing the mother earth beneath. My vehicle, christened Maruta, tries rigorously to have both tyres, on the road, an attempt as futile as one of my friends’s summer project :mg:

But then the rugged machine can take it. With a load made diesel engine fixed on a wooden cart, its load carrying capacity can make a Hummer shy away! 15 people are loaded on it and driver expects a couple more in next village. Those who are sitting in Maruta are transfixed by the sight of a surd guy who is standing at the fag end of the vehicle, trying to manage the laptop with one hand and a nervous grip on vehicle with other. But the stares don’t bother me, for mind is captured by the four mystic words, “Welcome to FMCG Rural!”

Froddo was lucky; he was a Hobbit, had hardened feet (or so has been told by Mr. Tolkien). But not me, a hapless management guy, all dressed in formals, even my best of Lee Cooper shoes have become like a 40yr old wife – shapeless, heavy and non co-operative. But then even I treat them like a 40yr old husband then, i just pay no attention and think that I can still enter them for few more years!

From the gamut rush of searches ppl just now assume to be part of their e-life :

Google.com – Top Gainers of 2005

1. Myspace
2. Ares
3. Baidu
4. wikipedia
5. orkut
6. iTunes
7. Sky News
8. World of Warcraft
9. Green Day
10. Leonardo da Vinci

Google News – Top Searches in 2005

1. Janet Jackson
2. Hurricane Katrina
3. tsunami
4. xbox 360
5. Brad Pitt
6. Michael Jackson
7. American Idol
8. Britney Spears
9. Angelina Jolie
10. Harry Potter

Froogle – Top Searches in 2005

1. ipod
2. digital camera
3. mp3 player
4. ipod mini
5. psp
6. laptop
7. xbox
8. ipod shuffle
9. computer desk
10. ipod nano

Is there a Mr.Bean in all of us? or did the nature played the trick wth me??

Faux pas, goof up, gaffe, smothering.. I guess these were the words that God used as keywords as he went on with his lifetime creation of me. There hasn’t been a month that I could carry forward flying my broomstick with panache, while painting the sky with the glittering words - “Hey chums!! Me done it, finally”

Get some glitterati, teachers, damsels or grave elders and my morphing to Mr. Bean begins. There is an inherent eldritch ability to say the wrong things being an engineer the probability makes me a point that I do say right things sometimes, yet I fight like a true Don Quixote, and defy the odds black and blue.

Handling a lady, who is going through a menopause, is perhaps worst I am at. There was this lady, all busted in some tension, just needing a nerd like me to explode. My work team had to ask something from her and they were jinxed enuff to pick me. Already knowing the volcanic nature of the lady, I kept telling me to speak nothing apart from work. But the moment I talked, along came this morph and my mouth erupted glibly, “Hey Seema (*name changed*), aaj to raat ko bahut achhi neend aayegi” and the hell went loose. I had taken for granted the simple chain of thoughts that she was stressed and tired and hey, tired ppl do sleep soundly, no? But what came out from the speaker of the phone from other side was a loud “WHAT!!!!” as I scurried for my safety.

The other day, it was again not my fault; I hold Darwin and my 32Mb memory guilty for it. This damsel, with all low cut uppers and burn me down attitude pushed me for a peekaboo. Years fly by, and we all become more mature and I find myself talking about it to a friend of mine, abt some funny stuff I saw. Had it been my regular jinxed self, I would have turned around to find her all red and burning with fury. Women do have power to turn up rather at that very point when you talk smthing funny of them. But as luck wud have had it, I did look behind, she wasn’t there, but, as I came to know abt it few mins later, she was the one I was talking to in first place!!! My memory had surrendered me to the devil.

But life goes on, and so does one’s confidence in one’s goof ups. And hence my fav lines now are, “Hey did I goof up that earlier too?”