मम प्रिय भाई

ये कविता सच्चे किस्सों पर आधारित है और मेरे भाई श्री नमन को समर्पित है




भाई ओ भाई ओ मम प्रिय भाई ,
तुझसे मैंने विद्या कमाई ,
तुने ही मुझे zig zag underline करना सिखाया ,
जिसकी वजह से हिंदी की teacher से था मैंने लाफा खाया ,
तुने ही मुझे cricket सिखाया ,
खुद ball बना और मुझे bat पकडाया ,
तुने ही सिखाये वो पीठ के मुक्के ,
वो लातें सुहानी वो  लाफे अनोखे ,
तुने ही मुझे सिखाया blackmails से डरना ,
वो घर से निकलना और कुछ दूर चलना ,(cryptic matter)
तुने मुझे अप्भ्रम्षा सिखाये ,
वो Odi Aadi Odi Aadi wo sigdikk साए साए ,
तुने मुझे कंजूसी सिखाई ,
पर जासूसी मुझे अपने आप थी आई ,
दुआ है मेरी खूब आगे जाये तू ,
मुझे फोकट में लिफ्ट दे और
मुफ्त में घुमाए तू ...
आपका प्रिय भाई परम(नाम तो सुना ही होगा )

The Great Escape................an N81 story

11th November 2009::::::::::::::::

So the unforgettable day's journey started at 8.15 a.m as I boarded the metro feeder bus.Like a diamond lattice with tetrahedral geometry I was packed and couldnt loose my electrons(Huh....)I was happy nonetheless as Loud music was screeching in my ears...As the bus came to a halt at one of the stop there was some activity in the lattice as one electron moved away and the others rearranged themselves.....Just as the bus started again the music in my ears suddenly stopped....I thought that the lead of my earphones would have been unplugged but to my horror my mobile was not in my pocket.....My immediate reaction was::::"Mera mobile chori hua hai....Jisne bhi liya hai lauta de....warna(with a big grin) bahut maarungaaah(Grunt like Arch Enemy's vocalist)"...I began searching other passenger's pockets without their consent(I didnt need to as my facial expression would have scared a shit outta them)So as I began to hastily search their pockets someone suggested to ring on my mobile....But I told them it was on silent profile so no use....Just at that instant the conductor asked for ticket.....I said "Yeah man....Tu bhi lele bhai...".....The 10 minutes from School Block to Yamuna Bank my mind was reconciliating:::::

("So what if you lost the phone....every 131st mobile phone owner suffers the same agony.....Dad would say "Never mind" and mom would simply blow away my mind....I would miss my 334 song collection.....Hmm what could I have done.....What would be my next set....Nokia 1200...I would miss the slider....Let me protect my adidas bag now......)

Then came a suggestion to check every passenger's pockets at Yamuna Bank......I informed the conductor of my intent and he agreed.....As Yamuna Bank was approaching so was my hope beginning to end...("This is it...my hope is going to end here when I will be told...sorry not found...I would hide my disgust and board the metro")

At Yamuna Bank,just as I searched 2-3 passengers someone came from behind and told me "Here it is..It was lying on the floor of the bus"...(This statement brought some reaction from the mob...."Kya yaar"(means what the hell) as some people actually believed that it was possible for my mobile to fall down from extremely tight and huge pocket....or maybe they were lamenting at my fortune)        Just the very sight of my mobile filled me with amazement and I didnt bother thinking of what happened,how did it happen...I just moved the slider 2-3 times(which I missed the most).