YEH HOSLA

am sure this will pump u on ...

YEH HOSLLA :DOR

Yeh hosla kaise jhuke
yeh arzoo kaise ruke
manzil mushkil to kya
dhundla saahil to kya
tanha yeh dil to kya…

Raah pe kaante bikhre agar uspe to phir bhi chalna hi hai
shaam chupa le sooraj magarraat ko ek din dhalna hi hai
rut yeh tal jayegi
himmat rang layegi
subah phir aayegi …
Yeh hosla kaise jhuke
yeh arzoo kaise ruke…


Hogi hume jo rehmat ada dhoop kategi saaye tale
apni khuda se hai yeh dua manzil laga le humko gale
jurrat sau baar rahe
ooncha ikraar rahe
zinda har pyaar rahe…


Yeh hosla kaise jhuke
yeh arzoo kaise ruke
manzil mushkil to kya
dhundla saahil to kya
tanha yeh dil to kya…

my first encounter with a transexual

in first place i dont know why i m writing this ...ppl talk abt their encounter with chicks ....hunk ....celebrities...blah blah and blah .....man i m talking abt trans sexuals(my sexual orientation is straight mind u ).....well its just that sometimes in life u counter certain incidents which occupy permanet memory in ur storage device ............

it was the usual day in kota .......after all those assignments and dpps ..i had managed to find time for myself .......early morning it was (arnd 10 am to be precise)..after all the morning chores (which strictly included only the basics ....bathing was excluded ...it was a weekly activity....sometimes fortnightly)i went directly to the pohewala..had a gud breakfast of freshly made poha ...with pyaaz and tomato toppings (this is all we had in the menu)..and a cutting chai.....ppl all arnd were their usual self ...discussing their problems and clarifing their doubts .....i turned a deaf ear to them ...man theres life beyond this ..how can they be like ...geeks ...surely their genes r mutated..nope it is mUtAtED i cribed.......

after attending the gr8 mEChaNIcs lecture(which i hated the most during my early days ....although was mesmerized by its beauty later) ,i had to rush to the railway station for tickets i had to book (was supposed to go home for the vacations )...i was already late ...the ticket counter wud be closed within an hour ..i boarded a dukkar -a hybrid of a van and a rick ....which fits in ppl as in the local trains ...but any way they came in cheap so who cared ...zooom he went and within 35 mins i was at kota railway station ...i rushed to stand in a queue ,filled in the prerequEsite form (shit had forgotten my pen ...had to run around and eventually beg an old lady to lend me one ...who did give me the pen not before explaing me how careless i was...PS-all women r the same )......soon managed to book a ticket .....and man ... i was relaxed ... ,felt as if i was already at home ,felt as if i had already won the war..

while comming back i decided not to catch the usual DUKKAR instead went for a rick ...a share-rickshaw .....quietly i took a corner seat , closed my eyes and waited patiently for my rick-partner ........then suddenly i heard the rickdriver in his deep voice "aoo mausi ...baithoo....aur kya haal hai? ".........i saw her get in to the rick and then she turned towards me ...i was shockd...suddenly felt numb ...felt as if i was watching somebody frm the outer world ..SHE WAS AN ENUNCH ....she was a transsexual ..our eyes met and i was like suffering frm multiple- emotion syndrome ...scared ,excited ,shocked,curious and dumb all at the same time ....all of a sudden u realize u r sitting within a meter of a chakka ....i strted to sweat...and drops of perspiration showed on my face .....all the memories rushed back ...how they wud try and ask for money in trains...worse ...all that i had heard that they wud catch children and ........(now stop laughing ..some chap(courtesy sachin babar) told me this and all my childhood i was scared they wud really chop it off .. ).......by this time i had managed to stop staring at her and regained my composure ...... i tried hard not to stare back pat her..but that is exacly wat i did for the next few minutes ...

...she must have been t middle aged ..may be abt 35 ...wheatish in colour ...wore a heavy makeup ....wore golden bangles ...jet black hair heavily oiled ......had this protruding big eyes which were staring back at me .....and then i did the unthinkable ......mustered all my courage and gave her a big smile and said hello (FCUK...wat was i doing ???just imagine urself doing this ).....she was kind of shocked ...i am sure it must have been one of the rare moments in her life when somebody bothered to say a hello ....nobody must have ever said it this way to her .....somebody giving her a warm smile(though i was scared to hell) ... ...somebody behaving humanly with her.(or was she thinking i was a psyco or something or perhaps a h*o*m*o*)........she smiled back and i didnt know wat to do.......

it was a perfect example of how human emotions can sometimes tell u more abt a person ......some how i was relieved ...comfortable ....and then began one of the rarest conversation in my life ...

next i asked her where she lived and wat she did .....she politely replied (in her deep voice )that she worked for for a restaurant washing utensils and lived in a slum outside the city....soon we ended up in a conversation ....she talked abt how they were not allowed to stay in any of the colonies ..how ppl differentiated them ...abt not finding jobs ...or even if they were employed they wud end up working late with meagre salaries ......i dont remember much of the conversation but one thing she said i will never forget in life .....she said god made her different ...she had to slog for her life ,being socially unacceptable ...but still she had no complaints ....and that she wanted to live her this life with "izzat"...this very thought shook me up .....we usually complain abt evey thing in life not really seeing the brighter side ..and here ...there was an enunch telling me she had no complaints ......with life ,with god ,with anything ....but justasking to look at life frm the positive side for a moment i just didnt know wat to say .....i was lost ..deep in to thoughts ...deep into the inner meanings her words meant ....

soon chavani chauraha approached(this is where i was supposed to get down and i asked whether she wud have a chai ..(shocking u wud say ....but i didnt feel even slight discomfort ......i have never really asked a girl for a coffee,too nervous and shy for that...and here i ws asking an enunch for tea .......)..so me ,she and he (the driver)had a cup of chai and pyaaz kachori .....ppl arnd were staring at me ..but i didnt give a damn ...somehow i was changed ..

soon we went our ways ......she back to her different world ,dark and inhuman i guess .....and i back to mine which was definetely inhuman full mechanics ,chemictry, tests and shits and all those muggus'

that night i was again lost in philosophical thoughts in some other world...writing something .. asking for answers ........which are still to be found ....

exams went fine .....and was travelling back to mumbai in train ...when all of a sudden someone said" ayye chikne chal de na "...fcuk it was an enunch ....me confused as usual ...didnt know wat to do ...and all those memories rushed back ........

P.S-my ***** is still fine ...."long live the PoPaT"

"FAILURE IS NOT WHEN U FALL DOWN IT IS WHEN U REFUSE TO GET UP"

this poem is something that always kept me going thru my dificult times ......its always inspired me ......always pumped me up with energy ...and i m sure it will do the same for u all



"When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill.

When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out

:Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.

And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT.

No one is impregnable against sin;
No one is destined to be a saint at birth;

Battles against temptations, we must win,
And live life less impulsively on earth.

The Soul is fortified by grace from God
,And virtues make it more impregnable;

While walking in the shadow of the LordOur trek to Heaven is made possible.

Repent, we must therefore for failures/ sins;
Our venial sins take us to Purgatory;
Let gaze be steady;
we must never wince;
The devils know the knack of oratory
.And yet, the hand of God will safeguard us,
From temptations and any unknown curse.