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] (^◘^)