What's happening Arun

30 January 2013 ·

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आप कहते हैं
व्हाट'स हैप्पेनिंग अरुण?
मैं कहता हूँ
आपको कैसे मालूम
कि कल सुबह सुबह हुई
और कल शाम शाम
कि कल काले कौए ने
रास्ते काटे थे
और भूरी बिल्ली ने
आसमान
कि कल मेरे
ढीले थे मोज़े
और कसी कसी थी
पतलून
कि कल मैं
अपने आप से
यही जवाब
सवाल रहा था
कि
व्हाट'स हैप्पेनिंग अरुण?

Aap kehte hain
What's happening Arun
Mein kehta hoon
Aapko kaise maloom
Ki kal subah subah hui
Aur kal sham sham
Ki kal kaale kauye nein
Raaste kaate the
Aur bhoori billi nein
Aasmaan
Ki kal mere
Dheele the moje
Aur kasi kasi thi patloon
Ki kal mein
Apne aap se
Yehi jawab
Sawaal raha tha
Ki
What's happening Arun ?

Never trust the straight road

Never trust the straight road
It may lead you astray
Never believe a liar
For he may have something to say.

On the way to become a good teacher

On the way to become a good teacher
I became a good student
And embraced bad.

The more you gain, the more you lose...

The more you gain
The more you lose
The feet were free
And then came the shoes.

Boy Meets Girl

Boy was supposed to meet girl
Instead he goes ahead and hugs
The boy
What joy
As to the girl
She went and cut her curl.

(Story of an open elective - too open, I say 😄)

If all of us had immortality

If all of us had immortality
And lived in harmony thereafter
We would create a boring world
With deathly peace and no laughter
For life lived short and in disarray
Is like the dark night followed by a bright day.

The price of a memory

As the memories of memories pile up
And I begin to get old
Would you know a place
Where all these can be sold
For free
The price of a memory.

Bun butter

People with opinions
And the ones without
All aim at silence
Of the ones who shout
I have an opinion
And I have none
What's the use of butter
Without the bloody bun ?

Law is an ass

Law is an ass
Or more precisely a bull
Amenable to anybody
Depending on the pull
Now since pride is restored
Some introspection is in order
The proud often miss the bus
At common sense's border.

Boy meets girl

Boy meets girl
And goes away again
If life were a film
And us not so insane.

Silence is golden

Silence is golden
Gold is old
In this world & age
The spoken is sold.

Take a break

Why don't you
Take a break
Repair it
And be awake
For leaving is
Arriving
And staying put
Is departure.

Cinema cannot be taught

Cinema cannot be taught
Nor can it be learnt
It happens when the student
Gets his fingers burnt
The teacher and his ward
In trying get award.

My kingdom for a selfie

My kingdom for a selfie
My house for one photo
My self for the moment
Their memories go on auto.

Life is

Life is
An honest lie
Sometimes brazen
Often shy.

Convocation speech

Convocation speech
All what we did
See you next year
To see what we feed
To you
Anew.

Teaching

To teach
Is to remember
Your ignorance.

Men go chasing Women

Men go chasing Women
Of whom they were born
Scared shit of selves
Choosing night over morn.

I shall be true this year

I shall be true this year
To my lies
Said the King
As he unleashed
A fresh wave of wit
Without it.

Demonetised cold

Can this new year
Make forever old
The juveniles
Who have successfully sold
That wrong is right
And chicanery bold
Surgically struck
Or demonetised cold ?

Meanwhile in bhaiyaland

Meanwhile in bhaiyaland
They are busy
Making it easy
For would be losers
To no longer feel queasy.