How I became a hypocrite!

 

There are some people who are self-centered arrogant assholes. All they care about is themselves. They will make fun of anyone and don't care if they are insensitive, racist, sexist, anything.

Until someone else makes fun of them. These are they guys I hate the most. They don't let you live peacefully. But sometimes I get into problems, and have to call these people for help.

And these people helped me. And the real misery starts here. I cannot stand them because because of who they are, and now I  cannot abandon them, because they will help me in need. 

I am a certified hypocrite now.

मेरी आदतें

कई चीजें कर लेते है हम।
उनमें कुछ अच्छी हैं।
इरादे हमारे नेक हैं।
जुबान हमारी सच्ची हैं।

कई चीजें कर लेते है हम।
उनमें कुछ खराब हैं।
दिल पर अपना वष नहीं।
प्यले में अपने शराब हैं।

कई चीजें नहीं कर सकते।
उनमें कई मुश्किल हैं।
अकेले सफर नहीं कर पाते।
कदम हमारे बुज़दिल हैं।

कई चीजें नहीं कर सकते।
उनमें कई आसान हैं।
आँखें सच्चाई देख नहीं पाती।
ख्वाब हमारे मेहमान हैं।

God bless me!

Today I was happy because, I did something and it felt good,

Tonight I am sad because someone else is happier and that makes me sad.

Today I worked really hard, I feel proud of myself and I should,

Tonight I feel miserable because someone got something which I never had.

Today I was optimistic, because I achieved something that I thought I never could.

Tonight I fell hopeless because, I saw her with another lad.

Everyday I should be happy because, in my life I am doing good.

Everyday I am cruel of myself in search of mystical *riyadh.

*meaning: Garden

Stepping Over

They all were waiting outside for me in the bar. I was giving an interview. I was the last person for the interview. That marked the end of the semester. As soon as my turn got over, I went to the restroom. I had to pee, we had a gender-neutral restroom. I saw a phone near the sink. I picked it up. Someone forgot about it there. The phone looks familiar. I have a special talent, I won't call it talent but, I can figure out the password of a person, just by looking at a person.  I thought of a person and tried to figure out what password she would keep. It got unlocked. The phone was in my hand. I tried to open photos, the world forced me to do so. It had been a long time since I'd seen her.

One thing I must admit, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Some people said that she is not pretty at all. Well, she may not be very pretty, but she was beautiful. Who is anyone to judge what beautiful is? People have some stereotypical and messed up definitions of beauty.  Do skin color, body type, and other external factors are the only parameters on which beauty is judged?

But anyway, I didn't want to look at her photos and get hypnotized one more time. It felt wrong. Invading someone's privacy. But the real reason that I didn't open it was that I did not want to see her face again. I would have called her friends and said that her phone is with me. But I didn't have their number. I could have gone to her house to give her phone back. But I couldn't remember her address. I could have called anyone from her phone, but it would have been unethical. Her phone was there, that meant she must be nearby and I could have looked for her and gave her a phone back. But I wanted to go to the bar.  I could have given the phone to the lost and found office. But that would mean I was helping her. So I did the smart thing. I went to the restroom and put the phone back to the place it was. All had gone to the nearest bar for the party. While I was exiting the college building, I got irritated by some cacophonous cries. Apparently, someone had lost something and was crying like a baby. I rushed ASAP to the party.

Letter for the Moon

I don’t regret our long nights talk together,
but I wish they were longer.

I don’t regret telling you how I feel,
but I wish you felt the same.

I don’t regret not asking you out,
but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I don’t regret falling for you,
but it hurts that I can’t have you.

ताज़ा ख़बरें

पैजामे ऊपर होते जा रहे है,
दाढ़ियाँ नीचे आती जा रही है।
लोग टोपियाँ पहनते जा रहे है.
लोगोकों टोपियाँ पहनायी जा रही है।

माथे पर टीके लगते जा रहे है,
हवन कराए जा रहे है।
आखें बन होती जा है,
आखों पर पट्टियाँ लगायी जा रही है।

दोस्त मज़हब मैं बटने लगे है,
रंग मज़हब से जुड़ने लगा है।
इंसानोमें रंगोकी लकीर खींच कर,
इंसानियत पर कालीक पुताई जा रही है।

ख़बरें सच्चाई से दूर हो रही है,
झूठी खबरें सुनाई जा रही है।
रेप, मर्डर और दंगो की पीछे,
असली हालत छुपाई जा रही है।

I am the Monster

And that night I wiped out that monster. I had to. Only one of us could be alive. I chose it to be me.

The problem with the laws in this country is that they punish you for crimes and not sins. I would like to let you know that there is a difference between a crime and a sin. A crime in a certain country, under a certain law, for a certain community may not be a crime for some other set of circumstances. But sin is a sin, on an ethical background.

Hence the police were to catch me. I want to be free, and they want to put me in prison. LOL. They don't know me. I will be free anyway. If not my body, for sure my soul will be.