I love you dad

Dear Dad,

I don’t know how and how to give it a start and how will I end it too. You have given me so much that expressing it with my pilot, not possible at all.

Let’s start with a compliment:
“If GOD is SALMAN KHAN, than my DAD is RAJNIKANTH ”

Dad I still remember, the day you bought me that paddle car and I was the only one to have that car in the locality.

And how could I forget that, when on my birthday you ordered that ice-cream walla to sale ice-cream for free and you would pay. I could still visualize that moment, that people whom we don’t know even were enjoying your ice-cream party.

Sending me to the top most school of the city when you were going through your tough time and struggling with the financial crisis. But you never let me face the heat of that bitter time. You always kept me hidden under the coldness of your love and care.

You are the one who have given pictures to my every single word even before I speak to you. Bringing like hell a lot of things just after I took it out it from my mouth only. Further which I stopped telling you what I want because I afraid that you would again bring other things along with it and mom would scold me.

I remembered when I asked you for a sketch pen but you brought all the magic colour pens, wax colour and yes poster colour which even I didn’t know how to use them.

But that small child was unable to understand love and care behind the things you did for me that time. But now I am gone bigger, now I could understand everything. Now how could easily see how much I got pamper. How much love and care I have been getting since my childhood days.

I know you were going through your tough time when I was in my junior classes but you never broken that continuity of bringing gifts for me.

I remember when you use to come back home late at night but you never forgot to bring that favourite ‘MEWAD CONE’. Even after I got asleep, you used to make me awake and make me eat when even my eyes were not properly opened.

But I have not remember any single day, the time you scolded me up except for one when I have not given my name for the school’s GOA TRIP. And what you just said-“you will not miss a single school trip”. Is there anything for which you have stopped me from doing?? But luckily No …
You never asked me why I need this money, what all am I doing. You were never strict to me at all.

But now it is my time to make my dad proud and to give you a tribute for the things you have done for me.

I am very thankful to god that he has given me world’s bestest father like you and I would say you are god before god to me.

I hope every son would get such a wonderful soul as his father.
Love you dad !!

P.S – happy father’s day.

child - i'm frustrate.

ARGH!
Why did you bestow me with the patience, to wait for the right time, when there is no right time thing you have made for me .your theory is only for those who are already enjoying all the luxuries and assets.
Can’t you see me?? GOD…
Can’t you just see people around me??
Why am I not born in some TATA/BIRLA when my dreams are far big than all of them.
What so wrong that I have done in my past lives that I’m facing all these shits when I’m supposed to fly high in the sky with the velocity of my wishes and dreams.
I have just passed my graduation school but under the pressure of some hundred people who have already planned lots of things from the money I will earn.
Head of the family is expecting a transversal just after the completion of studies and planning to gift things to their loved ones and that also from the money I’ll earn.
Is for that reason have I given birth??
My childhood is spoiled with the taunts as I’m responsible for all the wrong things happened. Age when you can’t even spell pressure and burden correctly but you were carrying it with only one sentence in your head that I have to do it because dad has said this.
I have never been treated as a child but as a plant which will turn into a fruitful day someday.
Is for this reason, have I taken birth??
God! Just wanted to ask when you have already decided everything for me than why did you give the courage to fight with all these. I don’t understand why you want me to fight and struggle every single minute.
Is that you want me to die with all those limitless tries and with a last memory of a LOOSER. I just can’t fight anymore. What you just get out of giving me all these cuts every alternate day, why don’t you murder me in a single attempt. Why am I living such a bitter Life. Dude I’m not that strong to face your challenges anymore. I’m not that political even to get through all these easily.
I’m just tired of your so cold things called “part of life”. Leave me and focus some strong guy who knows all these politics. Murder me or leave me but I’m tired of these little pains every night.
Don’t I have right to fight for atleast one complete day without insecurity about my career and future.
My ancestor have lived a million dollar life but as I born you called all of them above with their million dollars and left a stony bed for me.
As I’m the biggest enemy of you, Is it??
Its been 22 years now, I also have the right to smile all the time and add hell a lot of joy to my life without this complex mesh of hopes and expectations around me.
There are millions of people in this world and you got me only to target. I’m just tired of taking all these challenges.

A hangover ..

While driving on the road, just after the rain stopped…
Watching the crowd move away from PVR as the movie was a flop…

Sometimes the car became a bullock cart run by an angel with a victory shine in those eyes…
And sometimes the gear was changed according to Imran khan’s amplifier beats...
All the signals welcomed by laughing green and this world became a no horn zone with a slow motion moving around…

Roadside very far was a white beauty waving her hand…
Asking for a lift standing on the wet brown sand…
But who cares when the hangover is just to rise…

Windows opened and the woofer was loud, mixing the beats of huge public applauds…
Tiny droplets in the air adding soul touching nodes to this ultimate hangover raga…
Inhaling all the booze from the air…
Running on the rainbow with my arms open widespread wanting some more…

Heard my phone is ringing, showing 17 missed calls and 8 new messages but it doesn’t make an impression to me when I was going through an even more pleasurable feeling than having sex…
Shops, malls, bikes, and cars… all passing away but I’m on my way…
That huge light calling me, attracting me like a naked girl…

Making me wish again and again that this hangover never goes blur...

P.S - I love dreaming 0_o

Not bad if I should elaborate you as D-esires R-aising E-nergy A-nd M-agic. However,it is easier to think about you but very tough to reach you, MY DREAM.

I certainly know that it is because of you that I don’t even get a few minutes time to call my mom who has given me birth. I know that it is because of you that I don’t even talk to my friends. I know that it is you who does not even lets me talk to my god who supports me all the time.

But, what I don’t find an answer to is that- ‘Is it like that I sleep calmly and fearlessly when I get your support thinking that you will make me shine like the brightest star in the sky? Or is it that you never let me sleep by making me run behind my lump sum of desires n cruel wishes?’

I want to be a big man owning a widespread business in the International market ,a name that is on everyone’s mouth… I want girls running behind my cars… I want to be awarded by our honorable president and I want lots more things.

There are times when you rob me off my sleep haunting me with ‘How would all of this be possible.’ And there are times when I peacefully sleep in your lap because you assure me that if I climb the stairs one by one then it will just be a kid’s play.

Its been years now that I have had you as a thought in my mind but now I strongly get a feeling that something is going to happen soon. So, should I start preparing myself for the king’s life now ?? 0_o

Definitely, you have taught me one thing in life. You have taught me that seeing dreams is not a bad thing. In fact, its good because it stops us from going the wrong way . It enables us to sleep perfectly knowing that there is something for which you have to wake up again . It also makes you self-disciplined somewhere which then helps you to become a part of a decent society .
Dreaming big is the first step towards our big & huge success . \m/

P.S - I love dreaming <3 <3

The Unsolved Mystery Of a Cake !!

Totally unexpected it was!
When I went off to sleep in the night and somebody called me up mid night saying, “Sir your order is on door”… All that came out of my mouth was ‘what the fuck, are you mad or what?’ Am I dreaming or some thing?’ And, I put the phone down. Again that delivery boy called me up and said – ‘Sir am getting late, please open the door’.
With no great feelings in my mind and with half open eyes plus of course the addition of those entire mother-sister things I knew, I decided to go downstairs.

I went downstairs with all those heavy foot steps taking exactly the same amount of time that a newly-wed bride takes when she has to leave her parents home. I took like around 15 minutes to cover a 10 step long distance, adjusting my boxers, finally I opened the door. And against all my expectations, a delivery boy was standing on the door with a box marked flying cakes over it. It was exactly the same scene that we normally see in movies.
There was a note tagged that said:

“HAPPY TWENTY ONE & HALF YEARS TO YOU!!
DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME THINKING ABOUT ME, YOU WOULD NEVER KNO WHO AM I!!
BUT I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU OR I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT YOU!!
SOON GONNA CALL YOU UP!
HA ..HA.. HA ..
TAGOOO !!  “

My mind started flashing random people in my mind –
Is this Mohit..?? Kishneet ?? Prince ?? Aishwarya ?? Piyush’s budday cake ?? Anurag … Nimish ….baba..Mokkum ?? nidhi – preeti ..?? So and so ..??
Manjjuu ..?? but faridabad … na na !
Is this someone from goenkkaaaa …?? NO!
Thakral , Lullu ..?? No ways O_o
Or
Is this from GOD ??

I just opened the box, a decent & a small chocolate cake with a big TARUN written over it. My biggest weakness - chocolate cake is in front of me and I am the only one who has to hunt this cake. My mouth was completely watered and I don’t know where my sleep ran away..
I cut the cake, I was just about to taste that but my inner soul woke up at the same time –
What is this dude, you are going twenty one and half and you are not partying? What if you are alone there in the room, you must party hard…??
I started with David Guetta’s sexy bitch at around 1’o clock when there was complete silence around and followed by some random ass shaking Punjabi tracks; the floor was all naked waiting for me!!
I put the camera on automatic mode and I murdered that decent looking cake as fast as I could because it was not possible for me to wait anymore!
With a mug full of coke (no alcohol) along with lots of excitement & love for the person who has done this, I felt like thanking this random person.
What a wonderful start of the day it was! Absolutely touching and fun!
It was not good but the best! I have no words to describe this most wonderful day of my life!

Missing the Maggies with You !!

Trust me, I really want to get over you; your memories, your smile, your eyes and just everything about you. But, a fear suddenly trembles me. I become fearful that I will lose you.
I often wonder how different life would turn out to be if I will stop caring for you. But, the minute this thought crosses my mind, I feel strange! It’s so strange that I don’t want to care for you but still I can’t see you hurt. It’s strange that I haven’t smiled from past two months but I don’t care about it because your smile is still my priority. It’s strange how even though you filled my life with tears and sorrows, I am unable to see you cry.
My heart yells and shouts, “Don’t give her a fuck anymore”, but I calm it down thinking ‘what if she needs me?’ It hurts when people call you a whore telling me that she needs a lot more. It hurts when I realize that even though you mean the world to me, I mean nothing to you.
I know I have not given you what you wanted from me but I have given you myself completely. Does this make no difference to you? Can only materialistic things prove you my love? Is it only gifts that can show how much I love you?

Sometimes I try to figure out why I have become rude to everyone around me? Is it because I want to save all my love for you or is it because I have already loved you so much that there is nothing left with me? Whenever the wrong things that you have done to me dominate my mind, I deliberately make them have a war with your goodness and the good times that you bestowed me with. Never ever am I able to get a sluttish portrait of you in my heart.
You gifted me your new B/F on my b’day and even after seeing all that shit stuff you did to me, why do I still talk to you. Why do I still care for you like an Idiot? Why your text and calls still mean a lot to me? And why checking your facebook profile is the very first thing I do when I login.
People think that I am heartless and I am over you. But only I know how much I struggle to get you out of my mind. My love for you is so pure that I wonder how a seasonal rain can ever wash it away. Not that I don’t have gals whom I can date, it’s just that I don’t want someone to take your place.
It’s been two n half month and all this while I have never had a good conversation with any of my friends, mum dad, bro, and granny; absolutely no one. I have been rude to all these people. Can’t you see what have you done to me? Like a fool I try to indulge in activities I never really cared for earlier. Even a blind person can see through my pain. What is it, that even with your eyes; you could never sense my love for you?
Every morning I wake up, I can see endless unread texts on my phone but there is hardly any text that comes from you. I don’t understand why those gals are still there for me for whom I never cared once I met you and where are you when I need you the most? Why my heart always hopes to see a text in my inbox from you every time I take my phone in my hand?
At times, I feel why you ever came into my life when we were not meant for each other. People say maybe god wanted to teach me a lesson.
It’s like if your dad had two cars, one of them is ugly and old and the other one is new and he wants to teach you driving, which one you think he will teach you in. He will teach you in the ugly, cheaper and old car, so you can crash it and when you learn to drive, he will give you the pretty one. My friend said that even god works this way. He would not give me the right gal until and unless he is sure that I will the treat the right one perfectly.
But, I think there is a loophole in the story. Don’t you think if my dad really loves me, he will not mind giving me a Lamborghini directly saying that it is precious and you must take care?
I tried to show you always that now I don’t care anymore but the fact is that this thing paralyzed me. It’s killing to wake up in the middle of night and cry because I miss those late night talks with you , those forever promises .I still remember those rosy times when I used to wake you up early morning during roza time and have maggie with you and go back to sleep again. I remember each and every moment spent with you. But I don’t know why you have forgotten it all?



Last Night

In the warmth of my oh so favorite spounge bob blanket..

I felt that hot chick in my arms !

I Looked into her beautiful eyes !

And lovingly changed sides on the bed !

I hoped and prayed and wished that she never leaves me alone !

Oh so innocent like an angel !

Her freshness made me lose myself to her !



Yes, my eyes were closed..

But the world inside them i could vividly see !

Because of her i could reach the heights of that dreamy paradise..!

It was she who made me feel , ' this world is yours and you are the best

Go ahead, take a step

Only you are gonna win this world fest '!!



When my Hair waved with the flow of wind..

Lying on the sea side..

On that cold watery sand bed..

Away from all the wishes and my cruel desires..

I could feel love everywhere !

And i embraced myself with that soft little kiddish smile on my face !



Then i looked into the clouds above in the bluish sky !

Standing alone on a piece of land !

Yelling aloud the name of love !

And Brushing my angel with colors on the canvass of my thoughts !



But then my dreams shattered..

as it alarmed 5.30 in the morning !

From the rectangular window there came the sunlight..

that ruined my dreams and night !

Darkening my first date

With that hot chick in my dreams !

And taking away my watery bed

And throwing me back in the same routine life cycle !



Yes, It feels sad but i live with a ray of hope

That I m gonna feel the same episode the next night !

When I will go to bed again,

I will again meet my angel

Who will be eagerly waiting for me

With that red rose and an innocent smile this valentine’s week !