Yaar...Pyaar Ho Gaya

 A friend in love does need the whole world to support him or help him with advices.What he needs is just his best friends to whom he comes with ,"

Yaar,Pyar ho gaya hai...".

A late night Facebook conversation between me and my best of friends which took many turns and twist with no extra adjective added  but with an extra flavor of humor.Continue reading and enjoy the Hinglish ride written in English.

Time:00:15 hrs.

Sala so jao.

Nind gayab hai.

 Nind kyun gayab hai.Boss resign kar diya!?????

 Are ab nind kaha.....
Mar khaya kya...pita hoga...

 Na...Work pressure. 2mra nind kyun gayab hai.          

    
 



Bas nind nahi aa rahi hai.Mann nahi lag raha hai. :)



  
Yaar,ek ladki sali dil tod di,sala khud pe se bharosa uth gaya.




Kon be
Bataya nai kabhi

Are phne pe batayenge,likhne baithe to essay ban jayega---Dil tod diya essay.Yaar abhi nahi.Plant me hai.Kal phone karenge.

Oooo.Ok.Jada senti tha kya.




Ha thoda.sala ab ladki se nahi baat karenge.





Aise thori hota h.Propose Kia kya.




Lagbhag the,wo mere emotins ko mazak me uda di.




Wo seriously nai Li hogi.Tum jyada hi serious hoga.Larki sab bahot soch samajh k ye decision leti hai.Ladka log jada nai sochta.

 

So to hai..






Un log ko time dena chaiye.Sab frnd bol k bf jaise treat karti hai.


 

2m Love guru ban gaya,sala kisko suport kar raha hai.





Sale ye Sab me bahot exp hai.Akele rhne se bahot dimag kharab hota hai.Ye Sab se dimag divert karo aur career pe  concentrate Karo.Larki milte rahegi.




Sahi bolta hai yaar




Uspe koi asar bi nai Para hoga.To tm apna time kyu kharab kar rha hai.Ye sab passing mood hai.Testosterone ka asar...

  


Na,..sala tmko itna exp kaise.colege me to kuch kiya nahi.





Mere bare me mat pucho.Phd kar chuke h:P.Are sath me ho na gyan milte rhega




guru ji..............




Bas pura professional ban jao sab thik ho jayega...........///Kam nai h kya.


 

Are mera night shft chal raha hai-11 pm se 7 am. 





Waise larki kon hai.


 

Bataenge,2mko nahi bataenge to kisko bataenge.aaj kuch aur test kar le.

Tere sath ye hua kb?

Hua kuch din,one sided love ho gaya hai.usko chor denge

One sided me jada hurt mat ho.Ye SB to schooltime me hota tha.Ab bara log type relationship bana.Kam dega.

 

Yaar,ab bhi ho raha hai.Sahi bol raha hai

Core sector ka common problm h ye.




Hmmm.




Mat bol dhoka di..wo to expect hi nai ki hogiHota h...




 Kya expect nahi ki hogi?



Ki tm kya sochta h uske bare me.Tm khud nai bataya hoga.




Are to usko kaise bole.




Express karo khud ko.Sara bat ek bar me batana jaruri thori h.



Kaise.,example....Demo.




 Aajkal bat hota h ki nai



 Haan...Ab chör denge...

 To normal behave kar.Chorne ka Kya jarurat..bat chalte rhne de.Tm khud divert ho jayega

 Hum divert ho gaye,aaj akhiri baar tha.ab ek schol frnd ko patane ka  .koshìsh kar rahe hain,pura mature tarike se.

Bhak sala

 Ab kya hua?.///

 Usko queue me rakho.Tb dusri ko patao.Usko feel hona chaite ki galti ho gaya.



Matlab usse baat karte rahen




 Ha kbi kbi.Dusri pat jaye to usko batana///




 Pata kab chalega ki usko aisa feel ho raha hai...




 Ya Abi hi bata de ki koi pasand aa gai h





 Sala ,usko batainge,usko dikhayenge.




 Jealous ho jayegi...Bas fir pata chal jayega tmko bi ki uuu jealous h

 Wah,kya plan hai

 Samajh gaya na

Hmmm,agar aisa nahi hua to.Plan B kar ke kuch nahi hai na.?

Ek k samne dusre ka bat karega to jealous to hona hi h




 Hmmm.

Wo bolegi kya?

Wo Sunegi///
Pura interest se batana.Kuch din me khud jealousy karegi.Ki acha larka hath se nikal gaya.

 Yaar ,khusi ho rahi hai.

Bas mast dude jaisa bat karo.Tensn jayega tel lene.




 Aur khusi,bas mat kar yaar.:)




Heheeeheh.Chal bahot ho gaya.Larki kon h bata dena.Hm chale sone.Gud nite .



 Haan haan,aaj ka bahut ho gaya.Gud mng.



 Oh ha gud mng



 Bye bye




What happens in coming days---------Is still 2 come. :)( Smiling ).... but i must say Love is simple but becomes complicated just like pschycology...mathematics,,,never mind...It is said to happen in first sight because in the next coming many sights the picture is 99% times different.,,,never mind...It is said ,love is blind and this is true because everytime my heart fall in love with a girl(to be exact);my dear friends say,"pyar hua to kisse ".
Just enjoy...

My friend s Love

     55 words:limited edition fiction

The woodland shoe landed with a thud in the Capitol hill gained all attention.The table was organized with her sitting beside a handsome man;her new boyfriend.I looked into her eyes.It had tears with a smile.”Meet Manish”,She said looking at the shrimps which he  must have ordered.”I am going to marry him”,She said again now looking at the glass of wine.I was startled and overjoyed;my destiny,my love,I thought.But,Alas,she holds his hand.What happened?

His name was also Manish.  

The Sadhu who became a beggar...

T he night was gloomy and the humid with no soul walking around .Air was thin and the leaves were trying hard to move in the stillness whose origin was related to the  the earth-moon position and tidal waves harmony.The night so dark that it needed no extra adjective to describe itself.It was as dark as coal.In such night  D was almost staggering to reach his dear wife who was alone in the house.While walking across the boundary walls of an old cementary with large oak trees planted across its periphery ,he heard a murmur,"I am lost.Show me the path.I am lost..."

                                   D hesitated to turn back or look aside but humanitarian attitude of the species ,Homo Sapiens often win in situation like this.He did turned back and followed the voice which was coming from somewhere in the cementary.He reached an old grave beside which was sitting an old figure,very much alive,could be said as his murmur  could be heard clearly in that gloomy and humid night.D's heart was pounding fast but he was a man,a self made man.He was'nt afraid of such circumstances.He niether feared ghost not liked angels.But,he did put his faith in dark powers.

He asked with a strong voice,"What are you doing here".  The old man replied with his face still turned around,"I am lost.I am a man with no eyes.Please show me the path."

D said,"Come on,grab my hand."The hand felt cold in that sweating night.

The man turned around,a man in his fifties with a long face decorated with an unevenly grown beard.His attire was not of my desire but for sure,his outfit best suited his beard.His attire needn't  need description. Nonetheless,he could be compared with a Sadhu.A sadhu ,the thought made D think about the existence of God which he has always denied.

"Why are you here?",he asked.

"I am lost.Take me out of here.See,I cannot see?",the old man of the cementary replied.

D observed his eyes closely.It where not the eyes of a blind.It had a glow like that of a sadhu.He can see.D thought.

"But you can see.You are not blind from your eyes."D said in a confident tone.

There was a silence for a second.Silence in such grave silence,for a second.

"Yes ,I have eyes.Real eyes.But i am blind.My inner eyes is unable to see anything.I see but i cannot see.So,you can see ,why i cannot see.",the old man started talking aesthetic.

"Are you an alien.",D tried to confirmed.

"What is an alien?",The man murmured in confusion.

"Never mind",D said.

A sadhu who wanted to be a beggar;a rich beggar.Making a plot of something deep and spiritual to elude D in order to make some easy money  was going to take an ugly turn of which the sadhu was not aware of.Their is not much difference between a sadhu and a beggar.Both roams,one in search of God and Peace while the other in search of easy money and food.One is given respect while the other is never invited.Both wears simple just enough to cover the body.But still sadhu has been respected since ages but now in this modern times ,even sadhu s are finding a hard times for survival.Today’s hectic scenario has given limited space for his movements.And this old sadhu by the grave was one of the victim.A victim of times,circumstances and events which was never in the favour of their fraternity.

Mr .D took the old man from the cementary to curvy and bumpy roads to a nearby slums which was not far from the city.Slum dwellers on seeing D closed their windows and shut their doors giving a gesture of the arrival of a fearing and heinous creature.The old man was unaware of the conspiracy which was being woven inspite of his presence.May be the old man,the sadhu was hungry of popularism and afraid of loneliness and abandonement which his sadhugiri has given him.This must have blinded his inner eyes .This must have blinded his faith and ignorant to his own knowledge which he has been spreading for  years,to adapt with circumstances .He was lost.

D took him to a old cemented cottage among hundred of jhoparis.He was’nt as afraid because he was’nt aware and also because he  was alone in the nasty world which thinks of everyone but cares for none.The world which has sympathy in its dictionary but denies the  existence of word empathy.The Dark Lord or Modern Day Mafia with dark powers appeared before them.A tall,cunning-looking and sharp-eyed holding a cigar between his lips appeared from the darkness;the darkness which mocked the kerosene lamp which with its weak luminance was trying to remove darkness.Mr. D presented the case of inner eyes Vs outer eyes.

The mafia said,”Hmmm.His inner eyes has gone blind.”.

“Ji,Sahib”,D replied .

“Hmmm.If he can’t see with the outer eyes,then we need to do urgent operation.”.the mafia said in hurrying tone.

The sadhu  was taken inside for operation unaware of the happenings.He has submitted himself to the circumstances.

Meanwhile,the voice of the Mafia roared,”This sadhu will make a good beggar”.

The Sadhu ,poor old man cried in pain ;pain accompanied with a smile because his outer eyes were showing him the world which his inner eyes has never dreamed of.