Arz karein..
Fariyaad karein hum..
Dil kahein..
Duniya deke hum!
Jaan kahe..
Kahi kho na ja..
Duniya kahein aa tayyar hai hum!
Fariyaad karein hum..
Dil kahein..
Duniya deke hum!
Jaan kahe..
Kahi kho na ja..
Duniya kahein aa tayyar hai hum!
8/10 Montenegro street!
Monday 26 December 2011
Montenegro street, is a picture of art!
It was a fine morning with the smile of a sun carrying the heat of the universe. Workers were reaching the shops as well as the customers. Everything happens here not with any unusual reasons. And they all were smiling. Their smiles brought even more light to the street.
When the bell rang from the fish market, a new guy was already there in the street to get some fish. He was none other than the Prince of Turkey walking down in a merchant's outfit. Most people warming up in the market are already staring at him. For his charmness and the pleasant smile came out of his face.
Either side of the street were filled with shops. First three for perfumes, then the next two for tobacco. The different smell coming out of the perfume shops extracted a new aroma and hit the young prince's nostrills. He saw the perfume shops then, with most of the customers are women, but the shop-keepers are men. And they are driving those women ravingly. When he reached the tobacco stalls, he saw the customers are men, but the shop-keepers are women. And those women were sitting there with the power to drive those tobacco headed men for no limits. All shop-keepers kept smiling no matter what, while all the customers shared many types of expressions with their faces. The people have already noted him. The workers invited him to their shops with their long lasting smile.
He walked straight to the fish market meanwhile studying every new things about the market. The grain shops and the fruit stalls were the bargaining centers. People quarreling with other people for their own mean profit, a well definition for the bargainers. One guy was stealing stuffs from between all those.
The Spice shops seemed to be quite silent than the others. Rich people are cutting high deals from there for spices, without a word being said, they were doing business profitably.then there was flower shops, where he saw some children doing the business. The different kinds of flowers and its ignited fragrances was quite inviting. He stood there for a moment to enjoy the scene. But the pretty looking girl who was walking behind him couldn't lose that moment and she walked into him. She couldn't go back from that moment and her invariable force of walking brought him down. He was falling straight into those flowers. The children started crying loud. The perfume men and women were already lost in their smells, and they all kept smiling and singing, with the noise of children's cry. While in tobacco shops, men stood up from their chair. The look of their faces brought the bright feeling of a street war. But the tobacco women controlled them by setting a new roll for them. Everybody was looking at him. One woman was even rolling her tongue through her lips, when her eyes met his charming face. While some of them were paused looking at his falling long hair. The quarreling people at the shops also stood quite for a moment, next moment they abused the girl for doing so and threw a banana at the crying children intending to stop crying. But when they looked at the young man falling, their eye brows got raised, but the small knife jumped out of his under-cloth put them back to its position. Back to quarreling again. The stealing guy from there was already full in his jacket and started running after making a strange sound out of his throat.
The Spice men didn't tell a word, but they already understood his royalty from his bracelets. Their eyes distributed a poor look for the lady and a Sshhh feeling for the children at the same time. And they were back to work in next moment. The young man touched the ground hidden inside the heap of flowers. he laid there until, the course of his fall, lend him a pretty hand. His eyes automatically got planted into hers. He saw his knife on her other hand, and before accepting her hand, he hid his bracelet under his cloth, and he was rising up with the help of an invincible force. The way his cheeks moved described the insight of his mind. That smile doesn't come enough in a prince's life. But it faded off when she ran away from him throwing his knife at him. His eyes automatically followed her foot steps until the wind covered it with dusts.
Once again, he started walking towards the fish market, lost in that past moment. His body was moving towards the market, but his mind was flying with her. Flying like a wind, with the sound of nature, and a feeling called love was emerging! He remembered that one strange sound came out from the stealing guy's throat. Something hidden in the air around him connected with his mind inside and made him think about that strange sound. Her jackets were also full. He remembered. And then the young prince smiled again. Making sure that this one really doesn't happen much in a prince's life. By then he was standing in the Fish market!
It was a fine morning with the smile of a sun carrying the heat of the universe. Workers were reaching the shops as well as the customers. Everything happens here not with any unusual reasons. And they all were smiling. Their smiles brought even more light to the street.
When the bell rang from the fish market, a new guy was already there in the street to get some fish. He was none other than the Prince of Turkey walking down in a merchant's outfit. Most people warming up in the market are already staring at him. For his charmness and the pleasant smile came out of his face.
Either side of the street were filled with shops. First three for perfumes, then the next two for tobacco. The different smell coming out of the perfume shops extracted a new aroma and hit the young prince's nostrills. He saw the perfume shops then, with most of the customers are women, but the shop-keepers are men. And they are driving those women ravingly. When he reached the tobacco stalls, he saw the customers are men, but the shop-keepers are women. And those women were sitting there with the power to drive those tobacco headed men for no limits. All shop-keepers kept smiling no matter what, while all the customers shared many types of expressions with their faces. The people have already noted him. The workers invited him to their shops with their long lasting smile.
He walked straight to the fish market meanwhile studying every new things about the market. The grain shops and the fruit stalls were the bargaining centers. People quarreling with other people for their own mean profit, a well definition for the bargainers. One guy was stealing stuffs from between all those.
The Spice shops seemed to be quite silent than the others. Rich people are cutting high deals from there for spices, without a word being said, they were doing business profitably.then there was flower shops, where he saw some children doing the business. The different kinds of flowers and its ignited fragrances was quite inviting. He stood there for a moment to enjoy the scene. But the pretty looking girl who was walking behind him couldn't lose that moment and she walked into him. She couldn't go back from that moment and her invariable force of walking brought him down. He was falling straight into those flowers. The children started crying loud. The perfume men and women were already lost in their smells, and they all kept smiling and singing, with the noise of children's cry. While in tobacco shops, men stood up from their chair. The look of their faces brought the bright feeling of a street war. But the tobacco women controlled them by setting a new roll for them. Everybody was looking at him. One woman was even rolling her tongue through her lips, when her eyes met his charming face. While some of them were paused looking at his falling long hair. The quarreling people at the shops also stood quite for a moment, next moment they abused the girl for doing so and threw a banana at the crying children intending to stop crying. But when they looked at the young man falling, their eye brows got raised, but the small knife jumped out of his under-cloth put them back to its position. Back to quarreling again. The stealing guy from there was already full in his jacket and started running after making a strange sound out of his throat.
The Spice men didn't tell a word, but they already understood his royalty from his bracelets. Their eyes distributed a poor look for the lady and a Sshhh feeling for the children at the same time. And they were back to work in next moment. The young man touched the ground hidden inside the heap of flowers. he laid there until, the course of his fall, lend him a pretty hand. His eyes automatically got planted into hers. He saw his knife on her other hand, and before accepting her hand, he hid his bracelet under his cloth, and he was rising up with the help of an invincible force. The way his cheeks moved described the insight of his mind. That smile doesn't come enough in a prince's life. But it faded off when she ran away from him throwing his knife at him. His eyes automatically followed her foot steps until the wind covered it with dusts.
Once again, he started walking towards the fish market, lost in that past moment. His body was moving towards the market, but his mind was flying with her. Flying like a wind, with the sound of nature, and a feeling called love was emerging! He remembered that one strange sound came out from the stealing guy's throat. Something hidden in the air around him connected with his mind inside and made him think about that strange sound. Her jackets were also full. He remembered. And then the young prince smiled again. Making sure that this one really doesn't happen much in a prince's life. By then he was standing in the Fish market!
G for Gown!!!
All this time we have been on earth, we have always discovered something and we kept discovering new things. Every second we are becoming new here. That ignites my imaginations even more. I wanted to find the best inventions so far made by man. But the possibilities that leading to an invention kept me thinking for a long time to find the appropriate one. What in the hells idea would have been gone through ones mind to invent a gown! Yeah, a silk gown! I really think thats one of the greatest invention so far. No, i really does.
The clothes we wear to hide our inner-self from others, that's how the whole thing emerged and since that a million types of clothes has been manufactured and made into real. Clothes redefine the personality of the person wearing the clothe.That goes good with the society. But here I'm talking about a gown, when you wear one, you don't need to worry about the shirts or the other appropriate accessories that you would need to get down to earth. The whole idea of clothing will take round turn when you have a whole big gown. People from the ancient eras to the Kashmiri wonders living in earth knows the magnificence of living inside a gown. Every King that ever ruled this world has wore a gown at least once in their life. That's how important a gown was.
If you think what you are knowing from here is changing your clothical views then let me tell you, never ever use a gown, because you might get trapped in it. A real trap. But as far as there is happiness in trapping down in the best invention of humans, let me tell you, why don't you go buy a gown today and then we talk??
The clothes we wear to hide our inner-self from others, that's how the whole thing emerged and since that a million types of clothes has been manufactured and made into real. Clothes redefine the personality of the person wearing the clothe.That goes good with the society. But here I'm talking about a gown, when you wear one, you don't need to worry about the shirts or the other appropriate accessories that you would need to get down to earth. The whole idea of clothing will take round turn when you have a whole big gown. People from the ancient eras to the Kashmiri wonders living in earth knows the magnificence of living inside a gown. Every King that ever ruled this world has wore a gown at least once in their life. That's how important a gown was.
If you think what you are knowing from here is changing your clothical views then let me tell you, never ever use a gown, because you might get trapped in it. A real trap. But as far as there is happiness in trapping down in the best invention of humans, let me tell you, why don't you go buy a gown today and then we talk??
Good Morning!
Why's a good in every morning? A good states with something good only. Maybe its because of that. Everyone likes good, even the bad people does. Two words from two different poles when merged can become something, this time its very beautiful. Good Morning!
How many people in this world uses these words often in their life? I does. The pleasant sunny feel comes the glowing hot sun, that's the feel of a morning. A real sunny Morning!
How many people in this world uses these words often in their life? I does. The pleasant sunny feel comes the glowing hot sun, that's the feel of a morning. A real sunny Morning!
Dec 25th; The ants aren't sleeping!
Sunday 25 December 2011
Today is a special day. Merry Christmas to all. I'm closed tight in my apartment here with nobody to watch around. The bats are still sleeping. I was thinking what Jesus would have been doing if he was alive. May be he'll just cut the cake and write new chapters for bible. But definitely he wouldn't stare at the airplanes flying outside like me. I'm sorry there was no need of stating that in here. But I'm really staring at the sky. Its a Christmas sky. Celebrations are going on everywhere,crackers exploding, lights coming up and I'm just here, on my own, with my ants. This is more like a battle field now. And i started thinking about fighting with the whole world with my army of ants. My mighty mighty army has been working, working, working & working only every time i meet them. I own them but still they are running everywhere through my apartment. Even on this very special day. That's ridiculous. What kind of a lazy houseman are you?Why are they roaming around? To feed their family! At least i could have let them know that its a special day going on here. i hadn't yet. I went there. Left to the tv and down to the gilma equipment lies the great ground of granite. Millions of soldier ants walk through iy everyday. I'd have been a billionaire by now if i had put taxes for them. I told them. This is a free world. No taxes here. Just keep roaming all your life. Today is special. I cant tell you why. Coz its a big story.
Everything was same until i took out a new ravishing huge packet of bread and jam. The music was on in the next moment and i called it for a celebration. I guess now they are gonna enjoy the music nicely. Slices of bread with jam all over it, all over it means really all over it. And i presented it my fellow ants. Have a nice day. I'm gonna take a nap now. There were some lost ones trying to find their way. I swept all of them to the party ground. Hours went away. i came back after a nap. The bread is now half. I could smell their thoughts from here. They thought the party is moving onto the second half. But they had no idea what they were gonna face. I counted one, two, three... and then there was a rain of sugar cubes on them. Every five minutes it kept raining. And i constantly changed the music Sugar Sugar Sugar everywhere! And finally they were dancing. Somebody is having a good time here and i thanked myself on first hand and followed their step on dancing. The music went loud again..
"I like to move it... move it"
"I like to move it... move it"
And i heard them screaming... "We like to??"
I paused and scream back in return "Move it".
Everything was same until i took out a new ravishing huge packet of bread and jam. The music was on in the next moment and i called it for a celebration. I guess now they are gonna enjoy the music nicely. Slices of bread with jam all over it, all over it means really all over it. And i presented it my fellow ants. Have a nice day. I'm gonna take a nap now. There were some lost ones trying to find their way. I swept all of them to the party ground. Hours went away. i came back after a nap. The bread is now half. I could smell their thoughts from here. They thought the party is moving onto the second half. But they had no idea what they were gonna face. I counted one, two, three... and then there was a rain of sugar cubes on them. Every five minutes it kept raining. And i constantly changed the music Sugar Sugar Sugar everywhere! And finally they were dancing. Somebody is having a good time here and i thanked myself on first hand and followed their step on dancing. The music went loud again..
"I like to move it... move it"
"I like to move it... move it"
And i heard them screaming... "We like to??"
I paused and scream back in return "Move it".
DON- The Beginning!!!
Out there atop the mountain ranges in Alabama lies the city. The beauty of the place was not only bounded with its name, but also in every persons too. There was a school in there, in fact the only school situated over a distance of 200 sq km. A small little place for the little little angels to get ready for the real world to find the depth of becoming a human being, and they all jumps curiously into that depth, for no reasons.
There were a lot of children studying in that school. The teachers were trained from the oxicity university of excellence to guide the children of heaven to perfection. The happiness was present in every faces seen there. Some dreamt for college while some dreamt of following the legacy of Shahrukh khan & Sachin Tendulkar. But things were different with a young boy from 2nd standard. He dreamt of holding a lighted cigarette in his left hand and a loaded pistol in his right one. The teachers compelled him to study multiplication table and he created a multiplication table on his own. He always wanted to smell the smoke coming from the cuban cigar iced between his father's fingers. But the father's happiness was in never letting him do that. While his mother found happiness in clapping her hands after gifting him a cuban cigar on his 4th birthday.
His teachers believed one day they could throw him out of the school, and they all dreamt for that day, anxiously. That day they decided to catch him for not doing the homework. He was asked to take out his book along with others. But he never really had one. The teacher was already scratching her nails to pierce on his ears. The boy smiled and said, my book is missing. The teacher's happiness for those words were present in her eyes. But unfortunately, all of the students books were also missing. The teacher was left with no evidence but still she entered his name on the 'most notorious' list of the school. The only name appeared on it, don!
The second standard exams were on its way and everyone were so sure of showing the way out of the school after it. Except the fact that, Don already knew that the battle was on.
The exams were placed one after the other. And every students started studying according to it. But not the don, he never wanted to study for he was so sure of his destiny. One day, he was sitting in the lovely shades of a huge tree, which was busy all the time wresting with the wind. A girl was walking towards the tree and she too started enjoying the shades. She opened her text books and threw her warm eyes on Don, sitting next to her. He was busy watching the birds crying, but there was some innocence in his eyes. And the girl fell for it. She walked to him and offered to help him with the studies. He wanted to kick on her stomach. But then he would definitely be thrown out of the school very soon. So he smiled at her. He chased her eyes and entered her heart to teach her about the unhappiness, which was ruining her childhood. She wanted to close her text books and sit next to him. But the exams worried her much than the love spreading from her heart. And don went on fishing, with being the only fisher in the pond.
The school started and the freshness of the day was loosing slowly in the first period itself. And then the second was dropping eyes to a world of boredom. And then the break came. They met again on the lap of the tree. This time don noticed the head of the barbie doll jumped outside from her bag. Whenever he saw a barbie doll, a smile used to come in his face, which was so sure of what he is going to do next. Next moment, the girl witnessed her barbie doll fell on ground raped and organs teared into pieces. Her face changed and she ran to the teachers, crying. She explained for what happened with her barbie doll in the presence of Don. When she said don, the teachers went happy and excused from their work to prepare for the incident. This time don was really caught. He was taken to the staff room immediately and they fired hard at him. He stood there, like in a picture, not moving, and sometimes smiling at them.
The principal was in busy next room, and the teachers had to wait for her to take the appropriate actions. Every teacher proposed their own idea for punishing him heavily and throwing him out. The bell rang for the third period, and unhappily the teachers left to take classes leaving the rest to the principal. But the principal was busy at that moment.
After some time, the principal arrived and questioned him for what he had done. She showed him the papers shes gonna sign for throwing him out of the school. This time don talked, Are you gonna throw me out of the school for tearing a barbie doll?? A barbie doll brought in school. Wasn't i just obeying the rules of the wisdom of this school? My color pencils aren't wet yet and a barbie doll is gonna kill my 2nd standard life?
The principal was shocked and still couldn't feel the depth of the smile coming out of his face. She left him doing nothing, but promising him those papers after the exams. Before leaving, he asked her, pointing to a heap of books, Does that goes to my class?? Can i go with it?? I'm kind of lost here not knowing my own class. She refused to look at his face again. Don walked out, like a free man, out of the jail, with a heap of books on his hand and he was in no mood to sit in a boring class and walked towards that tree. The tree was still wresting with the wind. They have been fighting since they have known each other. The longest war ever happened in this earth. "Still happening", that really came out in don's voice. He heard the bell ranging and he felt somebody is walking towards him. It was that barbie girl. She stopped when she saw him. The don was smiling. She was surprised seeing him there. But was that surprise for real.? She was smiling back at him. She walked close to him. After throwing the last stone into the woods, don looked at her and pointed his finger towards the heap of books placed there, and said, 'Now you can start teaching me!'
He took out the question papers hidden in the books and showed it to her. She took them and went through the questions of exam. She hugged him from his front and said, my name is Ayesha! She walked back and asked, the plan was to write the questions into a paper right? But this seems to be a printed one!
My hand is allergic to the dirt coming out of the pencils! What do you think, if I'm good enough to write all these questions in papers, would i be standing here with you? This is why our principal has brought that photocopier machine there. To take photo copy of papers.
You don't mind sharing the first rank with me, do you? Although you can take the credit for teaching me for the first rank among others. She smiled and said, only if you are getting me a new barbie doll.
"Ab mujhe koi nahi rok sakta...."
There were a lot of children studying in that school. The teachers were trained from the oxicity university of excellence to guide the children of heaven to perfection. The happiness was present in every faces seen there. Some dreamt for college while some dreamt of following the legacy of Shahrukh khan & Sachin Tendulkar. But things were different with a young boy from 2nd standard. He dreamt of holding a lighted cigarette in his left hand and a loaded pistol in his right one. The teachers compelled him to study multiplication table and he created a multiplication table on his own. He always wanted to smell the smoke coming from the cuban cigar iced between his father's fingers. But the father's happiness was in never letting him do that. While his mother found happiness in clapping her hands after gifting him a cuban cigar on his 4th birthday.
His teachers believed one day they could throw him out of the school, and they all dreamt for that day, anxiously. That day they decided to catch him for not doing the homework. He was asked to take out his book along with others. But he never really had one. The teacher was already scratching her nails to pierce on his ears. The boy smiled and said, my book is missing. The teacher's happiness for those words were present in her eyes. But unfortunately, all of the students books were also missing. The teacher was left with no evidence but still she entered his name on the 'most notorious' list of the school. The only name appeared on it, don!
The second standard exams were on its way and everyone were so sure of showing the way out of the school after it. Except the fact that, Don already knew that the battle was on.
The exams were placed one after the other. And every students started studying according to it. But not the don, he never wanted to study for he was so sure of his destiny. One day, he was sitting in the lovely shades of a huge tree, which was busy all the time wresting with the wind. A girl was walking towards the tree and she too started enjoying the shades. She opened her text books and threw her warm eyes on Don, sitting next to her. He was busy watching the birds crying, but there was some innocence in his eyes. And the girl fell for it. She walked to him and offered to help him with the studies. He wanted to kick on her stomach. But then he would definitely be thrown out of the school very soon. So he smiled at her. He chased her eyes and entered her heart to teach her about the unhappiness, which was ruining her childhood. She wanted to close her text books and sit next to him. But the exams worried her much than the love spreading from her heart. And don went on fishing, with being the only fisher in the pond.
The school started and the freshness of the day was loosing slowly in the first period itself. And then the second was dropping eyes to a world of boredom. And then the break came. They met again on the lap of the tree. This time don noticed the head of the barbie doll jumped outside from her bag. Whenever he saw a barbie doll, a smile used to come in his face, which was so sure of what he is going to do next. Next moment, the girl witnessed her barbie doll fell on ground raped and organs teared into pieces. Her face changed and she ran to the teachers, crying. She explained for what happened with her barbie doll in the presence of Don. When she said don, the teachers went happy and excused from their work to prepare for the incident. This time don was really caught. He was taken to the staff room immediately and they fired hard at him. He stood there, like in a picture, not moving, and sometimes smiling at them.
The principal was in busy next room, and the teachers had to wait for her to take the appropriate actions. Every teacher proposed their own idea for punishing him heavily and throwing him out. The bell rang for the third period, and unhappily the teachers left to take classes leaving the rest to the principal. But the principal was busy at that moment.
After some time, the principal arrived and questioned him for what he had done. She showed him the papers shes gonna sign for throwing him out of the school. This time don talked, Are you gonna throw me out of the school for tearing a barbie doll?? A barbie doll brought in school. Wasn't i just obeying the rules of the wisdom of this school? My color pencils aren't wet yet and a barbie doll is gonna kill my 2nd standard life?
The principal was shocked and still couldn't feel the depth of the smile coming out of his face. She left him doing nothing, but promising him those papers after the exams. Before leaving, he asked her, pointing to a heap of books, Does that goes to my class?? Can i go with it?? I'm kind of lost here not knowing my own class. She refused to look at his face again. Don walked out, like a free man, out of the jail, with a heap of books on his hand and he was in no mood to sit in a boring class and walked towards that tree. The tree was still wresting with the wind. They have been fighting since they have known each other. The longest war ever happened in this earth. "Still happening", that really came out in don's voice. He heard the bell ranging and he felt somebody is walking towards him. It was that barbie girl. She stopped when she saw him. The don was smiling. She was surprised seeing him there. But was that surprise for real.? She was smiling back at him. She walked close to him. After throwing the last stone into the woods, don looked at her and pointed his finger towards the heap of books placed there, and said, 'Now you can start teaching me!'
He took out the question papers hidden in the books and showed it to her. She took them and went through the questions of exam. She hugged him from his front and said, my name is Ayesha! She walked back and asked, the plan was to write the questions into a paper right? But this seems to be a printed one!
My hand is allergic to the dirt coming out of the pencils! What do you think, if I'm good enough to write all these questions in papers, would i be standing here with you? This is why our principal has brought that photocopier machine there. To take photo copy of papers.
You don't mind sharing the first rank with me, do you? Although you can take the credit for teaching me for the first rank among others. She smiled and said, only if you are getting me a new barbie doll.
"Ab mujhe koi nahi rok sakta...."
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