When I Was A Kid

Bachpan ke din bhula na dena..... aaj hase kal rula na dena.....
Really a great song from "Deedar", sung by Lata Mangeshkar and Shamshad Begum, written by Shakeel Badayuni.

I remember some of the days when i had joined school(kindergarten).... I remember that I was not having much friends...though there was a guy with whom i used to sit during the recess time.The funny thing about that guy was "fryums" were his daily food in his "dabba".That's why i used to call him "Abdul bhungda(word for fryums in gujarati)" while sharing my day at school with my parents.

These are the days when (people say) the human is the most innocent during whole their life....i don't know either it's 100% true or not....... But i remember my chat with my mohalla(street) friends....
"friend1: do you know a human can also fly
me: yeah i know
friend2: I didn't know that!
friend1: Yes, we can. But we need wings to fly.
me: yeah, but very big wings that are not possible for anyone to create.
friend1: And we also need to jump from tooooo tall building that are not easy to build.
friend2: Is that why we haven't seen any human flying?"


These types of chats were common during those days.And some silly challenges were also given to each other in specific time.Kids love to make things bigger and powerful than they actually are(just like women ;)).
Let's skip some years and move to the days when i was in 3rd or 4th grade...actually it was my summer vacation.....that i spent with my uncle's house.... far away from my parents and my home....may be it was my first vacation apart from my parents.I was supposed to feel lonely without my mumma and daddy but I actually enjoyed those days.... I was not knowing what i would be in future but at that time i became a game creator....

"Me and my cousin and my cousin's cousin created a new game called "adventure" to pass the boring days of vacation. I still remember the game.There were three character in the game (obviously because we were only three players to play the game!) "THE HERO, THE DEVIL and THE FRIEND(who was imprisoned by devil :D )" the hero and devil had a fight and as per our plan the devil had to loose the game(no choices were left by writers of the game :p) and thus the hero succeeds saving his friend."


I don't think my co-players still remember the game. Or may be they do. But I'm the one who is never ever going to forget those golden days when i was a kid. :)

broken heart :'-(

I saw her and she didn't know
i liked her and she didn't know
she became my crush and she didn't know
i fell in love with her and she didn't know ♥
i became desperate for her and she didn't know
i was dying and she didn't know
she smiled that i knew
she talked to me that i knew
she gave me life back to me i knew
she wanted to say something and i didn't know
finally she said something i didn't know
she was having a crush that i knew
but it was not me that i didn't know
i was on top of the mountain of love that i knew
she just pushed me saying something that i didn't know
she was taken by someone else that i didn't know
i was falling and she didn't know
me n my heart were broken and she didn't know
i see her happy with him that i know
n i'm still waiting for her but she will never know.

हिंदी से नाता (hindi se naata)

A poem dedicated to my national language "HINDI" :)


हिंदी से मेरा नाता 

नजाने क्यों नहीं बन पाता!

शाला में भी इस विषय में 

सबसे कम में गुणांक लाता!

संस्कृत उर्दू की मिलावट, 

देव-नागरी की यहाँ सजावट,

घुल-मिल जाते सारे अक्षर 

हो जाती थी वहीँ रुकावट !

हिंदी मेने कठिन थी पाई,

पर शब्दों से धनिक भी पाई, 

राष्ट्रभाषा पर गर्व हुआ

जब समझ में इसकी किमत आई!

Story - "The Gunman"

The shooter was there. I was not knowing who he actually was. He was just a few steps away from me. He was holding a gun and was aiming it at my head. I at-least for 15 times had asked him the reason for doing this, "Why do you want to kill me?". "just wait for 15 minutes n you'll get both the reason and your death." he replied.

The place was empty. It looked like it was just one room in center of some big farm looking place. The room was painted maroon or red like colour of blood and there was only one small window and a narrow door. My memory was kind of washed out at that time. I was not knowing when and how I was taken to that place. The last thing I remembered was that that I was on a morning walk listening to hip-hop on my mp3 player.Suddenly everything started getting blurred. The next moment I opened my eyes, I was there in front of that stranger gunman. After around 10 minutes, one man entered that room. He spoke to that gunman in some different language and the gunman told me that whatever that second stranger had said was the reason to kill me and he pulled the trigger and the bullet just passed through my heart, and here I am , Chitraguptsir, here I am.Now will you tell me who the hell that Gunman was and why the hell did he kill me??

Chitragupt :- Hmm..... Next Soul......

પ્રથમ કવિતા - (ભાગ - ૨)

જેમ મેં મારી પ્રથમ કવિતા માં વિવેક(મારો ફ્રેન્ડ) ના એક શબ્દ ની મદદ થી કવિતા લખી હતી..... તે જ રીતે આજે ફરી ક્લાસ માં નવરાશ ની પળોમાં વિવેક અને મેં બીજી એક હથોડા કવિતા લખવાનું નક્કી કર્યું..... અને એ કૈક આવું પરિણામ લાવ્યું....

"હું પોતે વિરાજ અને બાજુમાં વિવેક,

કર્યું નક્કી કે ચાલો બનાવીએ કવિતા સરસ એક,

બોલ્યો વિવેક આ કાવ્ય નો subject લઈએ "લવ",

હવે શું કહું આની પાછળ બગડ્યા લોકોના ભવ ના ભવ!!

પાછો બોલ્યો એ, "લઇ લે શબ્દ પ્યારો 'દિલ' ",

આ સાંભળીને વિરાજ ભાઈ મલકાયા ખીલ-ખીલ....

પછી થયું જે તૂટી જાય એ શબ્દ નો શું ફાયદો!!

પણ કાવ્યો બનાવવામાં તો ક્યાં હોય જ છે કોઈ કાયદો!

કાયદો-ફાયદો જવા દો, હાથ માં છે પેન નવરી,

ને મગજ માં શબ્દો માટે ની ચાલી પડી છે લવરી!!

આટલું વિચારી-લખીને થયો 'વિરાજ' એક વાતે ઠરીઠામ,

કે ભઈ, છોડો કવિતાની માથાકૂટ, આ નથી આપણું કામ....."

[મિત્રો આ કવિતામાં બધું serious ના લઇ લેતા.... આ તો બસ પ્રાસ બેસાડવા માટે લખ્યું છે ;)]

Me And The Night Sky

I'm talking to the moon..... trynna gettin you..... in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.... or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon???

These are the beautiful lines from my favourite singer Bruno Mars's song "talking to the moon".......

I love this song.... and the reason is that that i also love talking to the moon..... yeah.... i really feel like yes there's someone who's listening everything that I'm saying to the moon.... may be that someone is "chandra dev" [ :p just kidding... ;)] .... But really it feels good, when m alone in terrace or in a ground or an open place, watching towards the night sky ..... the open sky full of stars and one bright moon ( half or full, doesn't matter) i can look at it for many hours until I fall asleep :D ....... sometimes it feels while watching the sky like a kind of rope pulls me towards the sky.... and it feels like I'm floating in the sky ..... in the blue night sky...... and there is nothing around me.... it's just me and my dark night sky..... the stars are like little diamonds and the moon is like a kohinoor.... Even when i just think about the sky i get goosebumps on my skin.... it draws me to look at the sky as soon as possible..... As in winter the warm sun rays give a holy feeling.... the night sky gives me a special kind of feeling..... i cant express that feeling..... i really couldn't find any similar feelings ..... The moon, sometimes, acts like my best friend..... i tell it the things i cant say to anyone else..... and i feel like the moon is replying me back saying that "things happen dear, do not worry, everything will be okay"...... i know it's weird but moon has helped me for many times solving many of my problems..... for example if I think about writing something in the blog and don't get words then i just go outside my room or near a window.... look at the night sky and it helps me stuffing thoughts in mind.... and I love it.... Sometimes when i feel lonely and blue, the night sky shows me that it is also blue but see 'viraj' you're with me and I'm with you, we're not lonely.......

So in the end of this post i will just say few words to my lovely blue dark night sky...... "thank you for being with me every night :) I love you my dear night sky..... ♥"

Mind- The Ocean

Sometimes when I'm doing nothing(that's what people see that I'm doing nothing), I'm actually doing lot's of things but in my mind("imaginations" one of my favourite words). Lots of thoughts come into my mind and they're like the writings on sand that get erased when the waves of other thoughts come in my mind..... but mind is like a magical sea..... the waves don't actually erase those words but take them in the ocean of thoughts and save it somewhere..... and write something new again on the sand...... many people like to dive in the sea, i also dream of diving in sea..... swim deep in the sea..... the sea of thoughts, the sea of imagination, the sea of my own, in deep of that sea i want to find the treasure, the precious treasure again of lots of thoughts and the treasure of magical(with li'l logic) power of imagination. The treasure that never empties even if i share it with all..... to all whom i know, to all whom i want know, to all whom i'll know in future, and also to all whom i may never know or meet..... I want to dive in that sea to find those forgotten thoughts...... and to bring them back in my recent memory so that i can write them all somewhere.... because it's hard to recall the forgotten things again..... i want to write them in pages(real or virtual)...... i want to share them with people what's there in my mind.... just like an amazing/crazy book about random things..... my mind is like a water spring or like a deer that jumps from one place to another..... like if m thinking about politics n only after few seconds it may start thinking about love quotes or history or anything..... i have written these things in my post confused mind... and ME .......

And as it's (my mind) is just complicated I'm doing a li'l twist and writing some thoughts or lines(mini poems/શાયરી) here..... :)

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"મારું હૃદય કાચ નું બનેલું છે ..... તોડતા પેહલા ઘણું વિચારજે.... કારણ કે જો એ તૂટશે તો એના ટુકડા તને પણ દર્દ દેશે જે હું નથી ઈચ્છતો "

(my heart is made of glass, just think before u break it..... because when it will be broken, the pieces may also injure you and that's what i would never like.)

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"રોક્યું પણ ના રોકાયું એ,

ટોક્યું તો ના માન્યું એ,

ખાધેલી ચોટ ભૂલી ને ફરી,

"કો'ક" નું થવા ચાલ્યું એ....."

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So that's all for today..... i'll write more and more as the waves bring the forgotten thoughts back to my recent memory [:p] (^◘^)

અધૂરી કવિતા

this poem is also one of those incomplete drafts that i have saved in my cell...... just don't know what else should i add in this poem..... so I'm publishing this without completing it....

"કર્યો પ્રયત્ન જયારે જયારે ભૂલવાનો તને,

આવતી રહેતી તું ઇત્તેફાક થી મારા નયનો કને,

મળતી જયારે ખુશી, તુજને ને ભૂલી ને મને,

દઈને એક ઝલક તારી, તું મૂંઝવતી મને....

હતી શું ભૂલ મારી? બસ કર્યો હતો તને પ્રેમ,

કર્યો જે રીતે ભમરાઓએ ફૂલો ને બસ તેમ,

અન્જાન હતો 'વિરાજ', આ ફૂલ હતું બીજાની અમાનત,

લાગી નવાઈ લોકોને, આજે ભમરો મૂરઝાયો કેમ!!"

લખવાનું ભૂત

નમસ્તે મિત્રો.....

એક વાત કહું!! મને જાત જાત ના ભૂતો બહુ ચડે છે...... એનું કારણ એ છે કે એ ભુતોય નવરા હોય છે અને હુંય (હથોડો)*..... આમ તો મેં આના વિશે પહેલા પણ લખેલું છે .....પણ ગુજરાતી માં લખવાની મજા જ કઈક અલગ હોય છે.... અત્યાર સુધી મને કદાચ ૧૦૮ પ્રકાર ના અલગ અલગ ભૂત ચડેલા છે .... એમાં સૌથી ખતરનાક તો એ હતું જે હજુ સુધી પણ નથી ઉતર્યું... એ છે લખવાનું ભૂત ... પણ હવે કૌશલ્ય અને ભૂત માં કઈક તો ફરક હોય જ ને ...

કૌશલ્ય માં કદાચ એવું હશે કે કેટલાક નિયમો પાળવાના હોય ....અને લેખનના નિયમો તો ભઈ આપણાં મગજ માં ઉતરવાથી રહ્યા ...... અને આપણે કઈ લખીને મોટા લેખક તો બનવું નથી, ના તો કોઈ પુરસ્કારો જીતવા છે!! એટલે લખે રાખું છું જે મગજ માં આવ્યું એ..... વ્યાકરણ પણ મારા વાક્યો માં સાચું હોતું નથી, પણ એ તો ચાલ્યા કરે જ્યાં સુધી કોઈ લેખક શ્રી ની લાગણી ના દુભાય(હથોડો? ) .....

હવે ભાઈ જો હું લખવાની વાત કરું ને તો એમાં મોટો લોચો એ થાય છે કે લખવાની શરૂઆત તો બહુ હોશે હોશે કરું છું પણ એનો અંત નથી આવતો... એ છે મોટામાં મોટો લોચો.... બીજી વાત કે મગજ માં તો બધું આખો દિવસ કઈ નઇ ને કઈ ચાલ્યે જ રાખતું હોય.... અને એવો વિચાર બી આવે કે ચાલો ભાઈ આજે આના વિષે કઈક લખીશ કે કઈક કવિતા જેવું લખીશ ... પણ પછી એ બધું ભુલાઇ જાય .... તો મેં એનો ઈલાજ એ કર્યો કે જે પણ મગજ માં આવે એ બધું મોબાઈલ માં as a draft save કરી લઉં છું. ...... પછી જયારે ટાઈમ મળે ત્યારે બધું લખી દઉં છું ....પણ મારા ફોન માં અત્યારે 8 અધૂરા ડ્રાફ્ટ પડ્યા છે જે હજુ પુરા કર્યાં જ નથી..... તો મેં એવું વિચાર્યું કે જેટલા અધૂરા છે અને publish કરવા જેવા છે એમને અધૂરા જ રેહવા દઈ ને આ બ્લોગ માં પોસ્ટ કરી દેવા છે.... તો ચાલો માણીયે મારા અધૂરા અધૂરા "લેખન ના ભૂતે" કરેલા પરાક્રમો .......... ;)

હવે ભાઈ બધું ખરાબ હથોડા જેવું નથી.... કેટલુક એમાં સારું પણ છે ....

so here it goes......

1) છીન્કેલી શાયરી

uski yado me mai kuchh iss kadar khoya......

uski yado me mai kuchh iss kadar khoya...

na ro sakta tha sabke saamne.....

to zukaam ke bahane khub roya.... (હથોડો?)

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2) વાહ રે મારું INDIA

waah re maru india!

kaadiyar ne goli mare, chhokario ne laafa mare, garibo par gaadi ferve, same maanas being human naam nu charitable trust khole.

waah re maru india!!

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3) Shaayrana mood :p

સૂરજની ગરમી માં સળગતો રહ્યો હું ,

મિત્રો ની નરમી માં પીગળતો રહ્યો હું,

સૂરજ અને મિત્રોનો તો કોઈ વાંક જ ન હતો,

મારા જ કર્મો ન ફળે તડપતો રહ્યો હું....

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અત્યારે તો મિત્રો આટલા છે જે post કરવા લાયક છે બાકી તો બધું drafts માં મારા મગજ નો ગુસ્સો ને ખુશી વગેરે વગેરે હથોડા જ ભરેલા છે :પી

so.... ધન્યવાદ મારી પોસ્ટ એન્જોય / સહન કરવા માટે :)

love marriage or arrange marriage?

hello friends...

I'm not asking this for me!! Actually i was not getting any subject to write about and was getting bored and was wanting to write something...... So i thought about an idea..... i took my cell...... made a message and sent it to all my friends...... some gave answers and some dint replied...... but i got around 25 messages..... actually not all of them were sent by my friends.... some of them were sent by my friend mahavir shah's friends and mahavir forwarded them to me.....

The message that i sent was this

" I (viraj raol) am doing a survey for my blog, so i would like to know your thoughts about it. The topic is "love marriage or arrange marriage?" and "why?" .... please reply. It would b thankful if i get your priceless thoughts."

n here are the replies that i got from my friends.....i would not edit them and will just paste them from my cell to here...... because some words were above my mind to understand..... i'll write their names and then the message from them.....and as i said that some messages were not sent to me directly, so i will write their messages anonymously..... so here i go......

**Jigar Soni: When we got real love that's the perfect place.... then it may be arrange either luv....does not affect the matter ... **

**Pratiksingh Raghav: Definitely arrange marriage.... cause it is long lasting process. your whole life is gone in understanding your partner... & in love marriage you know who your partner is, her like-dislikes, ..... in short you know everything about her/him.Then after marriage nothing is left out to be shared , then it leads to breakup soon. **

**Sanjay Gediya: I think arrange marriage is better than love marriage, b'coz luv marriage will be bored(husband-wife) before their marriage. And they would cant live good happy marriage life! So, moral of story like arrange marriage is best choice of live to successfully life.**

**Asif Ghanchi: arng mrg bcoz arr mrg couple r more hapy than lov couple bcoz they understand eachothr and spend more time.**

**Ronak Desai: I am confused {O.o} **

**Mahavir Shah: My ans is love + arng **

**Nisarg Maratha: Koi mali jaay to luv nhi to arng... **

**Wasim: Love mrg.!!! Because ema apde partner ne vadhare odakhta hoie 6iye! Jyare areng. Ma to 2 mulakat pa6i mrg. Thai jay :-P:-P:-P etle m with love mrg.! ;-)**

**Hiten: Love mrg.

bcoz the both undrstand each other with love. **

**Santosh: My thought is not fully match with ur topic bcoz i think about both arrang with love marrage bcoz i will mary with that girl which will chose by my parents and my first love is that girl only i think abou arrange with love marrage....... **

""" msgs below are from my frnd's frnds....:p So i dont know their names....."""

**Love kari ne mrg ni kar eni sathe time pass kar and arrang kari ne mrg kar pachi 2nd ne love kar jindgi bhar khush rehse kem ke ema 1st experianc kam lagse...**

**It depends upon condìtions....nthing is 100% perfct thr is always good n bad sides of coin:)**

**Well love marriage wit both side parents r ready...**

**Luv marg. . .cz 2dy nobdy cn trust an unknwn persn. . .**

**no mrg**

**It depend on that persn if he/she get the persom with whom they spend their whole life then they have to do lov mrg either arange mrg**

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so........ these were the messages that i got from my frnds and "frnds of my frnd".......

DO leave ur comments to give ur opinions..... thank you..... :)

My First Crush ( ♥ )

Hey friends,

Today I'm in a different mood...... something that's not actually my kind of topic...... or it is......i don't know..... actually i have written some posts on love that were just only "stories"..... but today I'm going to write a story that's a part of my own "complicated" life.........actually it's not that complicated as i'm saying all the time.....but it's fun for me to say so...... :p

If I start from the first year of my life, then i dont remember who was my first crush......but yeah....when i was 3 years old, i had a friend.Her name was neena......i always went to her home to play with her and her brother..... but after some months when i went there, there was no home at that place...... and i came to know that the girl with whom i was playing was just an imagination of my mind......... even her house was my imagination.......... strange!!

That was just a part of my life when i was just a kid....... but as we have studied that after some ages of life, some changes in our hormones take place...... and many new experiences occurs in our life......n one of them is attraction towards opposite gender. And as I'm also a a human(if m not an alien) i had also experienced it......... ♥ :p

hmm......after passing 12 boring years of my life, i fell in love for the first time.......with "MATHS"........n then i came to know some hilarious truths and facts of maths......so i dumped maths ..........then........ something that's a li'l odd for me to speak-out......hmm.......but as i'm writing everything then i should not hesitate in writing this too.......

actually after 10th standard, there were some noticeable changes in my life.....i.e. before i came to higher secondary(11-12th standard) i was a guy who never wanted to mix up friends or who never had fun with friends. But when i came to higher secondary, i decided to mix up with more friends and with all my classmates. And yes, i did start doing fun things(masti) with my friends. But just friends were the limit and i didn't get success to get mixed up with whole the class.I was still a shy guy for other classmates who were not my close friends........

In 11th standard, i saw some new faces....... some new teachers and some new students.... those students were new to my school....... and one face from those new faces was her......."my first crush", who was neither a subject nor an imagination but a real human girl. It was for the first time when a girl's smile had attracted me and that also on her very first day in my school. There were two features of her that i liked the most....."1) Her smile" & "2)Her eyes" ........ her eyes were like magnet and mine were like iron (lol)......I always had liked to see her secretly....... and the best thing that I noticed was, she was sneezing like me........ actually my friend noticed that and he used to tease me that i was sneezing like her........

Her smile had taken my breathe for many times whenever her eyes met mine accidently....... and i could never make guts to give her smile......... may be i was afraid that it will look bad and make my wrong impression on her or something like that....i don't actually remember why i was not able to smile at her...... even i never ever talked with her in those last two years of my school....... i remember once on my birthday when i was giving chocolates to all my classmates and they were wishing me for my birthday........ she also wished me..... but i couldn't utter a single word to say thanks to her..........

After-all she was my first crush......... i know it happens to all and was not a new thing....... but it was a first experience for me...... and that was really a sensational experience...... that i never can forget..... after 12th standard, i never met her or never had seen her till the time I'm writing this....... never even got any info about her........ But it's life....... and everything happens in life......

So, it was the story of my first crush...... hope you liked it....... :)

ek ajib kavita

સ્વાર્થી લોકો , સ્વાર્થી હું ,

સ્વાર્થી સંબંધો , સ્વાર્થી તું ,

કંટાળ્યો આ સ્વાર્થ થી ,

હું થાક્યો fake વિશ્વાસ થી ,

દંભ થી બનેલી દુનિયા છે,

હું થાક્યો જુઠા પ્રેમ થી.

તું કરે તો હું કરું ને હું કરું તો તું કરે ,

વાદ વિવાદ છે દુનિયા માં હું પાક્યો આ કકળાટ થી.

પલ ભર માં પડે પ્રેમ માં ને તૂટે સંબંધ પલ ભર માં ,

પલ પલ ના આ સંબંધ માં "વિરાજ" ફસાયો ક્યાંક થી .

સમજતો રહ્યો પ્રેમ છે આ , ના જાણ્યું ઈશ્વર નો ખેલ છે આ,

આ તો ખુલતા થોડાક ભેદ મેં જાણ્યું કે મળ્યા હતા ઇત્તેફાક થી......

પ્રથમ કવિતા

ચાલો મિત્રો, થોડુક ગુજરાતી થઇ જાય.....

આજે ક્લાસ માં કંટાળો આવતો હતો તો મેં વિચાર્યું કે એક કવિતા લખી દઉં.....મેં મારા એક ફ્રેન્ડ ને શરૂઆત નો એક શબ્દ પૂછ્યો, એણે કહ્યું દર્દ થી શરુ કર .....અને મેં શરુ કરી કઈક આ રીતે




દર્દ છે જીવન માં અનેક
પગ થી લઇ માથા સુધી છેક

વચ્ચે આવે છે નાજુક એવું દિલ
જેમાં કરી એક છોકરી એ drill

કરી drill છતાં ન નીકળ્યું ખૂન
because લાગી હતી દિલ ને તેણી ની ધૂન

ધૂન માં ને ધૂન માં દર્દ એણે સહ્યું ઘણું
તો વિચાર્યું એણે આ બધું છોડી ચુપ ચાપ ભણું

ભણવામાં પણ ના લાગ્યું એનું મન
લાગી નવી ધૂન એને કમાવવાની ધન

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પોતે બન્યો બાવો અને એક ચેલો બનાવ્યો

ચેલા ને લઇ ને એ ઘૂમ્યો આખ્ખો દેશ
ફાવી ગયો તેને તેનો નવો આ વેશ

બાવો બનીને લોકોને ખૂબ મુર્ખ બનાવ્યા
મુર્ખ બનાવી લોકોને ખૂબ પૈસા કમાયા

(ભાઈઓ અને બહેનો, હવે બાકીની કવિતા તમે પતાવો.... જોઈએ તમારી કુશળતા )
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