One more example of my unsteady mind!

"Mere man, kyun tu itna chanchal?"
Once again!! My mind has started jumping, like a monkey, from here to there!! In my last post I had posted that I have moved my blog from BLOGSPOT to WORDPRESS, but see..... m back to blogspot.

Okay, okay..... That's a truth that i was knowing that it would happen.
-Reason?
-There isn't any.... :p
-why?
-Don't know.... XD
-huh.

May be because i was knowing that my mind would like to get something different, some changes, as i had got once by moving from blogspot to wordpress. Because i know myself. I know that my mind is like a wind that wont stay at one place for long time.But yes it will circulate for sure.

I'm writing here again because I missed blogspot.
I'm writing here again because the style of writing on blogspot and style on wordpress is different.
I tried but couldn't write on wordpress as i could write on blogspot.
I'm the same person writing on both blogs.But still my mind gets different thoughts while writing on different platforms.
Yes, both are blogs, i know. But the main difference is Language.
Blogspot for me is like a sandbox. Here, i love to experiment different things. I feel like a kid playing in a sandbox. I can easily be myself here. It's something like my personal diary which i want to share with everyone(personal?? :p).

So my mind  has came to one decision. And that is I'll continue writing in both wordpress and blogspot.(gujarati on wordpress and english on blogspot.)

wooohh..... really felt great after wrting again on blogspot.... felt like i came back to my home after a long time!! Felt just Undefined!! :p

And yeah i'm thinking to change the blog name from "Viraj Raol" to "Undefined Me".

okay.... so that's all that i wanted to write today.... I'll keep writing here.... so keep reading! :)

Thank You for reading :)
[waiting for your responses(comments).]
-One of the many Undefineds...
         Undefined Viraj

moved the blog

hello friends,
just wanted to say that i have moved my blog to another site.....
You can enjoy my blog posts now from http://virajraol.wordpress.com/
keep reading....
thanks......

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 ;)]