मेरा ख़ूँ करने से पहले उसने नकाब कर लिया

उसकी चाहत कि इससे बेहत्तर निशानी क्या होगी   

मेरे कत्ल का खंजर मेरे सिराहने रख देना

तेरी याद आए तो दो नजर देखा करेंगे     

मेरे कपड़े, मेरा खाना, खिलोने.. दिन भर भागती रहती है

मैं थक के सो भी जाता है,मेरी माँ जागती  रहती है        

अपने क़ातिल से ही हमने दोस्ती कर ली ,उससे बेहतर कोई और हमे समझता कहाँ था विनीत !!

Watching cricket match along with mom...With IPL all around us..I remember those days. Those days most  household just had one television set and no cricinfo or the online portals showing live matches. This meant Inspite of declaring well in advance my match schedule.. I had to fight the battle for TV slot on that day..a gruesome battle between cricket and “Saas bahu saga”. And I remb those days Tulsi Virani could make India come to a halt  in precisely the same way as Sachin still does when he is on 90s. Holy mother of all cows… I still remb the day when Mihir Virani was about to come back to life !!!

Mom “aaj mera match hai ..day night hai..I would need TV in the evening” …Its OK..it all yours..when will you grow up ? Fair enough…I declared it in the morning..Now I can rest in peace and I would get the slot. So you think? You folks are not aware of Guerrilla army ..staying  low throughout the day but hijacking the remote just 30 minutes before the match… “My sisters”.. I could never understand was it just to irritate me or they too really had something to watch..And that led to another battle of remote Vs manual changing channels from Tv..they used to change using remote..I used to manually switch channels …and then later stand infront of TV to block remote signal and then two of us fighting to stand in front of TV. Yeah my sisters always played by rules..never did both of them pounce on me at same time..it was always one on one coz the other one would always run to complain and call Mom . And here comes mother India..we both would go on together and this is how it used to sound “isne maine pehle..mujhe cricket lekin main..isne toda..dhaka..maine tune…JKUgjk YFbuiy bygyghkyg ” somehow Mom used to always figure out the story from these scrambled words. “Didi badi hai na..how did you push her…Sorry bolo !! But Mom I told you in the morning …I would need remote..Sorry bolo pehle…

OK Sorry!! And the younger one would spice things up..Mom OK sorry bola..Sorry nahi..Sorry bolo..OK sorry kya hota hai !!

Mom would then ask my sis to handover the remote to me and finally I would switch channel to the ever mesmerizing voice of Sri Sri Sri Ravi Shatri..you know what you can hear that guy even if you keep your TV on Mute . Finally…I can watch match in peace..So you think? Guerrilla army still won’t buzz from the room and sit alongside…and precisely after 10 minutes…make a loud call to Mom..”Isne jhooth bola..match abhi shuru bhi nahi hua hai…isko sab dekhna hai log kaise ghus rahe hain stadium main …sab dekh lo..we could have seen one episode”…Phata poster and phir se nikli Mother India..”Bunty beta de dena remote abhi match chalu nahi hua hai toh..tu acha beta hai na de de”..and I would fall for the trap and give the remote with a promise from  them that I need it back when the first ball is bowled…That promise was never kept and I always ended up missing first over.

When you just think its all over the bell rings and Dad returns from grocery shopping and wud in Dad like heavy tone "Beta zara news lagaaoo " aaarrgghhh Moooooooooooooooooommmm...he is easy..mom always takes care..& he would know that I have permission from Supreme Court..

“Ab nahi dunga main kissi ko..phir miss ho gya Srinath ka over” And I get watching.. Guerrilla army finally leaves the room…as if their part of damage was done…Half way through the match…I would see my mother sliding from the kitchen to the room with ..my food all set on the plate … Ghee lega Beta” Haan haan…. My loving Mom..I take the food and again fall for the trap.. And the a rapid fire would go putting Derek O Brien to shame…”Kiska Match hai”  “India -SL”  “Pura Dekhega??” “Watt…nahi aadha dekhunga aur aadha aankh band karke imagine kar lunga..ofcourse” “Kaun Jeet raha hai??” “It’s  just started but I think we are in good shape ” “Srinath ka kandha theek ho gya” [The day that guy dislocated his shoulder while bowling..my mom got emotionally connected with him] “Haan Ho gya” “Tunga Tunga bhi hai kya[ths is how she calls Ranatunga]” “Haan hai…” And very very softly ..she would slip in a query “Ad ke beech main ek baar change kar de..woh Tusli ghar se nialne walee the aaj…”

Moooommmmmmm…yeah lo..tumhi log dekho..I don’t wana se..One day ..one day One day I ask and you guys…I am not seeing and I used to walk away inspite of her attempts to stop me. She would switch back to Tusli Virani whose been trying to leave her house for a month but still could only reach to the dining hall after gazillion episodes…silent enemies would giggle and join Mom and I would go back to my room.

“Bunty..India jeet gayi…dekhaa tu nahi dekhta hai to jeet jaati hai..bas aise hi kiya kar…..”

Now everyone's got a TV in their room and a laptop/tablet/smart phone in hand..I watch match on TV/online..and at the same time read commentary on cricinfo..Guerrilla army is hooked to their laptops..Dad is stuck in between..he is got a laptop but he is not too much into it ..moreover he never had any TV slot..if Mom's generous..he is allowed to check headlines ones in a day... Guerrilla army and I have moved on and love the power of technology but Mom is still the good old fashion days... Successors of Tusli Virani are still trying to leave their house..Mom has finally started to realize that these Tulsi's are never gonaa leave their home... She's got all TV slots for her..but she doesn't like the empty drawing room with all TV slots for her...

Haaapy Mother's Day Moma !! Cricket has never been the same.....

कोई  है  जो  तुम्हे  जगा  रहा  है 

इक  नयी  दिशा  इक  नयी  राह  बता  रहा  है 

तुम  साथ  दो  न  दो ..वोह  दीवाना  ना  रुकेगा

मनज़िल  न  मिली .न  सही … राह  मैं  दम  तोड़  देगा …

वक़्त  है  गुज्जर  जाएगा 

फिर  शब्   है …फिर  सेहर  आयएगा

तुम !! हाँ  तुम !! मैं  तुमसे  पूछता  हूँ 

आने  वाले  कल  को  जवाब  क्या  दोगे

लड़खड़ाते   भूके   नंगे  भविष्य   से  क्या  कोहोगे

तुमने तो फैसला सुना दिया

इस देश  कुछ नहीं हो सकता बता दिया

चार फोटो लाइक की..दो तीन पोस्ट डाले और हो गया

पर जान लो आज जो  तुम सो गए सुनहरे भारत  का सपना भी सो गया 

परेशां तो  तुम  भी  हो विनीत …शिकायत  भी  करते  हो 

साथ  चलने  मैं आज  फिर  क्यूँ कदम  डगमगा  रहा  है

कोई  है  जो  तुम्हे  जगा  रहा  है

एक  नयी  दिशा  एक  नयी  राह  बता  रहा  है !!

"Yeah galat hua" "Naa Jaane kaise darinde"...."Aise logon ko phansi honi chiaye"..."Bechari Ladki".."Hume kuch karna chaiyee".."please share this on FB"...Aur Kuch? Aur Kuch bolna hain kissi ko..karna hai kissi ko. My pen bleeds with pain today when i begin to jolt my thoughts/anger/frustration on this topic. I will keep it short because i am sure in no time anger in me would overpower my thoughts and my words.

Gals Its your fight. No one is going to fight for you.You don't need no one to fight for you.. If they do..then they would dictate their terms.Enough of living on their terms. It's about your rite to live free not just as a citizen but even basic..as a Human Being. We are with you with our heads hanging in shame as we have failed you yet another time . We failed..we failed ..No point looking at us...You are powerful..You are independent..You form 30 %(approx) of workforce..bring down the damn city..entire country to the hault...stop going to schools/colleges/offices/workplace till tangible actions are taken ...Do it for you...Do it for your friends/daughters/sisters.Do it for my two sisters who travel the same streets as you do..Do it now!! I am sorry...Do it as we couldn't !!

जिसका मकान था वो तो कभी रहा ही नही विनीत
किराएदार ना जाने कितने आए गए !!     

इतनी खामोशी से कत्ल करते हैं वो हमारे जज़्बातो का विनीत 
कम्भख्त दिनों तक गूँज सुनाई देती  है !!     

गायब हुए वो जिंदगी से कुछ इस तरह विनीत
ख्वाबों मैं ही जो दिखते थे अब हर्सू नज़र आते हैं !!

Click on the link below to Listen to this poem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0-pI4sQyGE

Chale jaane pe kya tere mujhe ab phark nahi padta ?

Yeah bhi sach hai nahi..main tujhse..tu mujhse ishq nahi karta...

Zamaaane ki nazar na lag jaaye humaaari chahat ko..

Isssi ek baat se woh darti..issii ek baat se main darta...

Kuch pal thahar jaate..tumahraaaa kya chala jaataa?

Meri aankhon ko thoda chain..dil ko sukkkun aaataa….

Koshish zara si aur humne gar kari hoti..

Mere yeah geet tu sunti..main tere hi liye gaataa….

Main aaya laute ke... khidki pe usko nahi paaya…

Sabhi ka khat aata thaa..kabhi mera nahi aayaaa…

Mat bewafaa kehna useee aaiye yaar tum meree….

Mea dil jaanata hai …kaise usne khud ko smjhayaaa

Chalo ..choodo janee do..ki yeah kissa puraana hai…

Mere yeah geet uske liyee aakhiri nazraana hai….

Kyun sun ke isse sab log yuin…taaliyaan bjaate hain..

Jinhe tum geet kehte ho mereee gum ka khazaana hai…..

We look great together

Some even say we are made for each other

She wants to be with me and I long to be with her

In her eye, I See, I do see ..I see my future

But is that enough..Is that all?

What about petty issues..I didn’t sms & u didn’t call

I love you more but you don’t care...

When I get angry, you get frightened..my tone & my stare

Will I love you the same way, you are not sure

Baby you got to trust me, I got no words but that’s the only cure

You are not convinced; I don't see it in your eyes

If it was Love you should by now be touching the skies

Your fear, inhibitions, doubts…I swear I tried my best

No luck! In your heart they have made a permanent nest

I know You too are trying hard to make it work

But I am convinced, its my fault..What a Jerk!

May be you are right, I am not your man, you deserve someone better

Listen to your heart and keep walking.....This could be my last Letter

Har pal har ghadi har baat pe log mujhe ilzaam dete hain…
Gunaah koi kare suuli pe sirf mujhe hi taangh dete hain….

Maut se kambhaqt kaun darta hain agar ek baar honi thi….
Qatra Qatra si maut humein who subah shaam dete hain….

Num aankhien aaj phir geele takiyee pe khamosh ho gayee
Pareshaan laachaar roti bilakhti na jaane kab so gayee

Dil se labon tak baat aane main ek arsa beet gyaa
Hum khade dekhte rahe..kambhaqt zamaana jeet gyaa!!

To all the Kasabsss
Humari Phikar na karo..Jism main lahun bhi hai aur jaaan bhi.....
Sath tumahre woh[Pak] bhi hain..pura Hindustaan bhi....
Bas issi tarah se humpe bum giraate raho....
Apne ghar main kitne mehfooz hain hum..ehsaas dilaate raho...

Spirit of Mumbai bol ke...lachar kal phir ghar se nikal jaayega woh
Tum pe chhodte hain ki kya waapis kal ghar ko aa paayega woh?

Kuch bumdaar humle aur,mita doge to tum hmara naamo nishaan bhi
Humari Phikar na karo..Jism main lahun bhi hai aur jaaan bhi..

Na kehne ko bahut kuch hai aur kehne ko kuchi bhi nahi...
Hzaaron baateein keh gaye,jo sunani thi woh kaha hi nahi...

Tere sahar ki chakkachaund dekh darr gya huin main

Mere Gaon main jaante tee sab mujhe..

Aur yahan to apne bhi paraye najar aate hain

Najane kyun nazarein milaane se sab ghabraate hain?

Sochta huin akhiri baar kab ghar gya huin main?

Kahan ke liye chala tha.. aur kahan aa gya huin main?

Woh pagdandi jo sahar ki ore thi jaati..

Palat ke dekhta huin to najar nai hai aati….

Shayd kafi door nikal aaya huin….

Waapis jaana shayd mumkin na ho….

Daudti bhagti sadkeiin dekh ghabra gya huin main

Gaon main hi zannat hai..yeah baat unhe bata dena

Woh khet who khaliyaan…

Wohh saaf hwaa..kacche makaan…

Wohh aam ka baagechaa…who phoolwari…

Wohh gilli danda ka khel.. chaupal pe baithe sharma tiwari..

Wohh paani ke kueyin pe..aurton ka melaa..

Wohh ghar ghar ki kit kit..jaydaat ka jahmelaa…

Wohh radio pe samchaar….woh chhat pe beekhree..aam ke achaar…

Ho sake to mere gaaon walon ko samjha dena …

Ho saka to kabhi mujhe woh pagdandi phir mil jaayegi..

Iss sahar ki chakkachaund dekh darr gya huin main

Sochta huin akhiri barr kab ghar gya huin main?

Wohh pagdandi kahan hain…koi btata kyun nahi?

HOLI ..Kuch to maja aata hoga..kya Hai? Ab kehna mushqil hai!

Bachpan main ek din ke liye school se chutti mill jaati thi
Baste ke bhoj se dabee kandhe..bhojil aankehin khil jaati thi
Aur iss baar shayad hum gaon jayenge..yaa gaon se koi rishtedaar aayengee
Papu,Deepak,Guddu,sonal bahut majaa aayegaa
Par haar baar ki tarah naa hum Gaaon jaate naa gaaon se koi aaata
Aur hum apne main Holi mana liya karte thee
Maa ke mana karne ke bawjood...rangge hathon se hi Gujiya Puaa kha liya karte thee
Kuch to maja aata hoga..kya Hai? Ab kehna mushqil hai!

Chehre pe cream...Baalon main teil[Oil]
Laga ke nikal jaati thhi subah subah bachon ki toli
Colony ke bade bhaiya log humee pakad ke paani ke tanki main daal diya karte thee
Phir hum bade ho gayee...Afshosh colony ke bhaiya log aur bade ho gaye :-)
Aur tanki main fekaana humari kismat main rahaa...
Usmain bhi ek maaja thaa
Kuch to maja aata hoga..kya Hai? Ab kehna mushqil hai!

Jo badlaa woh tha humari rangon ki pasand
Silver aur kaale rang..bas holi ho to issi rang see
Ek alag hi josh..iss baar aisa rang lagyenge ki choothe hi nahi
Woh Rakesh bada hero banta hai....dekho sab jagah ..chippa hoga kahin
Din bhar daud pakar...uthaa patak...
Kuch to maja aata hoga..kya Hai? Ab kehna mushqil hai!

Colege main gaye to holi ek ajab rang dekhaa
Rangon se nahi..kapdon se holi..kapda phaad holi....
Mitti..Keechad ki holi..
Aur badla lene ke behnae Teacher ki holi
Kuch to maja aata hoga..kya Hai? Ab kehna mushqil hai!

Ab holi ek extended leave...long wekend...ban ke rah gayi hai...
Iss baar to Holi ki khusi kam...Kambhaqt Sunday ko hai ishqa Gum jayda hai
Haar bar ki tarah iss baar bhi din ghar main aur shaam ko party main jaane ka irada hai
Holi ki pratha nibhane ko sar pe teeke ki tarah gulal laga lengee
Aur jachaa nahi..ussi gulal pe kuch der main rumaal laga lenge..
Kuch maja nahi aata isssmeee..Par aisa kyun hai? Yeah kehna ab bhi mushqil Hai!

Curious Case of Vineet Kumar Singh

Am i a confused curious case of Benjammin Button...Am i not normal?
I am Vineet Kumar Singh Age 25 DOB 28 July 1984
My problem is that i always know more than what i am supposed...i always think more than
ppl f my league..i always talk more than others do,i always have more opinions than others..
i always ......................

Did i grow up very fast...i dnt choose to be like ths....what shd i do...if i am mature.wat shd
i do if i think and plan more...what shd i do if talks f gusy f my age seems kidish
to me.....Is it my mistake.....I am not harming anyone..I am jut trying to help/assist/advice
one and all in whatevr way i can...........CAN'T I DO THAT....SHOULDN'T I DO THAT....

At my office ppl call me Engagement Manger as i alwys am the most profesional
guy n the flor wth corect attitude and write notions abt evrythng..evry damn thng...

My friends.wonder....
Nishith Sharma says !!
sometimes I wonder whether u write such comments just to bullshit people/urself
or u've ACTUALLY become one of those 80ish veterans discussing
'world was so good 50 years back'..

Kunal thinks'I am a middle class cockroach woh would adjust to anything and dsnt have dreams '...just coz i prefer Maruti over Ferrari
coz i knw i wud never be able to own that....

Ladies say'Vineet whatevr u do..u are alwys rght and i am alwys wrong....if u do anythng wrong also then also its right or for some cause..u r so perfect..
i don't think i deserve u..Vineet everyone can't be like you...you are good at expressing.....evryone is not....'

My elder sis
Thinks i am bossing with her....and the role is reversed....i pretend to be elder than her which i can r not even dream even n my wildest dreams.....

My younger sis
Kant blame her....i am nt wthh ppl f my age ..how can i evr dream f being n her side....

No body argues with me.....they say..'Frget its no point arguing wth uu play wth wrds..u are gd at it....'

My colleagues thnk..i show off proffesionalismm......i try to impress the bosss...........

My Boss thnks..i am trying to overshadow him....and rise above him .....

What is wrong if i never jump red lights...what the hell is wrong if i am alwys the frst one and on time for evry meeting and expect evry one to be so....What is wrong
if i am against checking gmail in office.what is wrong if I awlys stres n the langaue u use in your mails..what is wrong if i care for you...
and am bit over protetcive..what is wrong if what my prents say is awlsy rite fr me....What is wrong if i am aginst forging signatures for anything....What's wrong
if i am against sharing of Id cards....and so many such thngsss..what is wrong if worlds are all i have to take ur heart away.....What is wrong if m talk r talks abt me r i am
the centre of attarction of evry party i attend.....


I dont know...whn i became so...i dont know...i was also a kid like u...i ahve also bunked classes.....played pranks...bt smwhere in this proces f growing...
i got ths never ending hunger f being perfect.i started picking up gd thngs frm any1 and evry1 arnd me...i strted thnkng f all thngs i do incorectly and
mending my wayss...

I dnt do any extrq effort for ths...ths all cntinued n the bckground and end result is what u see now.....

I don't regret ths............as at numerous ocaasions ths helped me outshine....tsh has helped me to win frends fr life...bt as i said its a never ending
hunger f perfection....i wish i kud................



But there are two people i know....who think I am just perfect ..I am perfect in even my imperfections for them.....If i commit a mistake i wont b surprised if
they say....'Look how perfectly my son commited this misatke'....................

NARIMAN POINT

Venue: Mumbai
Date: 13’Jan 2008

Ravivaar ka din tha aur Shekhar balcony main baitha akhbaar padhte huey biwi ki banaai morning tea ka majja le raha tha….

Shekhar:- Areey sunti ho.... *** remb that Inofsys Technologies Ltd. ,You used to work for.
*****:- Haan ,wahi naa jo aapke tabaadle ke kaarn chhodni padi…
Shekhar: - Areey tum bhi kya beeti baatein le kar baith gayii…yeha padho..uss company ne apna office Mumbai shift kar diya hai….bolo join karna hai….
*****:- Haan, pta kijiye jhaaddo lagane wali ki post khali hai kya….(itna bol ke woh kitchen ki taraf daaud kar challi gayiii………..)
Shekhar: - Ha ha ha Tum bhi…..

4 Days later

Venue: Mumbai
Date: 17’Jan 2008

Na jaane kyun woh pichle kaii dino se ghar par kuch na kuch behaane baana ke Nariman Point pe aa ke khaddi ho jaatii thhi…..yeah jagah usse achi to lagti thiii magarr itni bhi khaas nahi thi ….pehle to uske liye ek aam si baat thii…aakihr kyun na ho uska pura bachpan gujra thaa iss sehaar main aur na jane kitne baar kaalej ki dewwar kood kar iss Nariman Point pe talhaane nikal aate thee woh aur uski shaeliyaan…

Magar aaj baat kuch alag thii…aaj yuin lag raha tha uski nigaheein vartmaan ki jholii main kuch ateet ke haseen panne doondh rahhi thhi…sar main dard hone ka behana banaa ke ..wahi salwar suit jo who ghar main peheni thhi..uss par do paairon main allag allag chaaplein pehne who aaj phir Nariman Point par aakar khaddi thhi…..Bikhre huey baal uski besuddhi ki gawahi de rahein thee..aur jab bhi hawaa chaltii to hawaa se baat karne lagtee thee…maano who bhi lehra lehra ke Nariman Point pe kuch doondh rahein ho….

Sehar ka haal kuch aisa tha ki kabhi bhi kisis waqt kahin bhi mela sa hi laga rehta hai…magar uske liye to jaise sara Nariman Point sunsaan padaa thaaa…..suraj bhi dhere dhere doob raha thaaa…..jaise ki din bhar ki thakan duur karne ke liyee sagar ke paani se muin dhone jaa raha ho…..

Magar uske liye to din raat main koi pharak hi nahi thaa…..uski aankhion ne to naa jaane kab se rang pehchana hi band kar diyaa thaaa…..ya shayd jindgi ne uske samne rang beekherna hi band kar diye..…kaala rang raat aur ujlaa din iske siwa kya baaki rang kahan jaanti thhi woh….bas do rang hi pechaanti thi…..

Nariman Point par uske kadam ussi tarah se padd rah thee jaise ek navjaat sissu ke paalne se phele baar baahr aane par padte hain….ladkhaadate hue ..dupatte ko sambhalte huey ….hawaa aur duppate ka kuch to ajeeb khel chal raha thaaa…

Ajj kuch to gadbad thii…who Mungfalli waala jisse har samay woh 5 rupayee main ek thonga zzid kar ke kahreedti thii..uski taraf dekha tak nahi aur seedhe aage chalti chali gayin.... Mungfalli wale ne ek baar awaaj lagaay abhi..”Madam Ji! Ajj 5 Rupaaye ka nahi logi…” magar shaayd usne suna hi nahi…

Ab to samndar ke kareeb chalne lagi thi who…kilkaari marte hueyin lahreein chatanon se takraa rahii thi..phir aisa lagta thand hawa ke jhoke ke saath jhoola jhoolne ke liye jameen se upaar uth jaati thhi paani ki cheetheein..
kuch boondein uske bhi chehre par aa giri thin…yeah wakai main boondein thi ki uskee bechanini main behta paseena tha jo uske mooh ko geelaa kar raha thaa…

Purin duniya hi ek biscope si ho gaayi thhii aur naa jane kahan se ateet ke pal ek ek karke usse gherte chale jaa rahee theee…..…Yuin laga jaise neend main chal rahii thhii …Magar yeah baat uske siwaa shaayd hi koi jaanata tha ki usski khoyii soyee sii anakhein in saarey jaagte hueey logon se tej thi..dekhne ko to aaj who bhooose main ek sui bhi donndh sakti thhii ..Aur besudhii itni ki raaste ka badaa sa paathar bhi najr na ayaa ……..aur thokar ka kar neeche baith gayyii..dupatte se apna maatha poochtey huey naa jane kahan kho gayii….

Aisa lagta hai kal ki hi baat ho….

2 Years Ago

Venue: Pune
Date: - 27 Feb 2006

Vinni a software engineer with Inofsys Technologies Ltd. recently visited Mumbai for the first time on this weekend.
*****:- Needs no introduction…Typical Mumbaikar…Believes in Amchi Mumbai being world’s best in India :-)

*****:-Hey! Vinni..kaisa laga humara sahar?
Vinni: - Humara shar to aise bol rahi ho,jaise aapke abbaa jaan ne hi neev rakhi thi shar ki :-)
Areye yaar,yeah Mumbai sahar bilkul pasand nahi aaya mujhe,I mean kitna crowded hai,and its so fast…shit…kuch samjh nahi aata..bas ek Nariman Point thoddi dhnag ki jagah hai…baaki to sab bakwass hai……
*****:- Huh, gaon walon ke yaa jane shaar ka majaa……huh.. Nariman Point achhi jagah hai paar itna bhi koi kahass nahii…..gandaa pannii cheeeinn aur who mung fulli walah….chor kahin ka…..
Vinni: - Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder….. (He always knew how to cut short any discussion not going his way….)

Get Lost

VENUE :- Infosys Pahse 2 MainGate..Mumbai Bus Queue
Day:- FRIDAY
Occasion:- ****** Farewell

****:- Hey, vinni chal me goinng..bbye tc..Will You Miss me?
Vinni:- Ignoring her and gazing somewhere singing his favr8 bolywwod tune.. tune
****:- Vinni,i exist..i am talking to you...
Vinni :- In his irritating american accent Oh Yeah..My pleasure...Did you just say i would miss you..Oh common...Giv me a break...Million of Millions of Vinni's fan are there..Miss you ..haha ha
Utilizing this last opportunity to impress her with his poetic skills he says ... *****
Dil lagane ke bahaane aur bhi honge..iss naacheez ke deewaane aur bhi honge....hah ha
******:- Huh, You are never serious...I am Going get Lost.....
And c walks away…………

Vinni:-
I am already lost.....

When I look at you..I am lost in your eyes...
When u smile… I am lost in the brightness they bring to my life.. .
When u are sad..i get lost in the darkness around ...
When you talk..i am lost in the quick movement of your tender lips...
When you walk ..i am lost in the delicate movement of each footstep you take..
When u cry..i am lost between those tear drops that fall thru your curvaceous chicks...
When u get angry....i am lost in your attitude...
When u sleep...i am lost in your innocent face......
When u commit silly mistakes and then apologize till death...I am lost in your pure soul ......
When I am with you..i am lost in your warmth...
When I am not with you..i am lost in your memories....
When u.......................

The day u wud go away from life.....i will no longer be lost and will return back to reality that neither you were nor you are..and u will nvr be mine...

Naaccheez ke dewaane aur bhi honge....par shayad ab kabhi dil lagane ke behaane na honge........................

he walks away gazing somewhere singing his favr8 bolywwod tune.. ....

AAINA

Ek Anjaan si ,ajnabi shakshiyat se takra gaya......
Na jaane kahan se Aaina(mirror)mere samne aa gaya....