purani jeans of wo gittar........... Ali Haider

Purani jeans aur guitar
Mohalle ki vo chhat
Aur mere yaar
Vo raaton ko jaagna
Subah ghar jaan
Kood ke deewar
Vo cigaretee peena
Gali mein jaake
Wo karna daanton ko
Ghadi ghadi saaf

Pahunchna college hamesha late
Vo kehna sir ka
"Get out from the class!"
Vo bahar jaake hamsha kehna
Yahan ka system
Hi hai kharaab
Vo jaake canteen mein
Table bajaake
Vo gaane gaana
Yaaron ke saath

Bas yaadein
Yaadein
Yaadein reh jaati hain
Kuchh chhoti
Chhoti
Baatein reh jaati hain
Bas yaadein..

Vo papa ka daantna
Vo kehna mummy ka
Chhodein ji aap
Tumhein to bas nazar aata hain
Jahan mein beta
Mera hi kharaab
Vo dil mein sochna
Kar ke kuchh dikha dein
Vo karna planning
Roz nayi yaar

Ladakpan ka vo pehla pyaar
Vo likhna haathon pe
A + R
Vo khidki se jhaankna
Vo likhna letter
Unhein baar baar
Vo dena tofe mein
Sone ki baaliyan
Vo lena doston se
Paise udhaar

Bas yaadein
Yaadein
Yaadein reh jaati hain
Kuchh chhoti
Chhoti
Baatein reh jaati hain
Bas yaadein..

Aisa yaadon ka mausam chala
Bhoolta hi nahin
Dil mera
Kahan meri jeans aur guitar
Mohalle ki vo chhat
Aur mere yaar
Vo raaton ko jaagna
Subah ghar jaan
Kood ke deewar

Purani jeans
Aur guitar..

my all time favorite  song 

Biggest Threat

We the people of India always debate on many issues as we have lot’s of time to spend. I was just thinking that what is the biggest threat to India?

• Our corrupt Neta
• Corruption
• Scams
• Crime
• Religion
• Terrorist

We all are ready to fight with Terrorism. 0n 26/11 few terrorist from Pakistan landed in Mumbai, captured Taj Hotel and other places. Our Security team took 48hours to kill all the terrorist.

Pakistan captured our Kargil hills in 1996. It took few month for our security team to get back all our hills. I want to make a point that in few days or months we can catch Terrorist. We can control terrorism with powerful internal security.

It all started from long time back when India became Independent our Neta also became independent. They Mr.Enderson free from here though many people died in Bhopa Gas tragedy. Till date we are fighting to get compensation for victims and their family.

Our PM told that money left from center as Rs.1 reach to the people as 15paisa. It shows the level of corruption in our economy. Every one wants to make money from Public. Now Indians breath corruption with every doss of O2.

“Scam” It all started from long time back but Harshad Mehta gave it a name. after that there are many scams in India like Satyam,2G,CWG & Adarsh. Even we didn’t leave the chance to make money from the “Taboot” for Kargil fighters.

Our daily News Paper is full with the story of Murder, Rape, Shoot out, Robbery. In thses cases we are little success to catch the culprit than Corruption and Scams. There are lacs of pending cases in our court on all the crimes.

We are always ready to kill each other in the name of Religion. We killed Sikhs in Delhi. We killed Hindu and Muslims in Mumbai. We killed Hindu and Muslims in Gujrat. We were ready to kill each other for Babri Masjid Issue.

We can note from the above that we can control Terrorism but it’s difficult to control all other threats to our Society. So We have to decide threat for our country ?

today's half merathon

I Love Himachal Pradesh

one from my sweet memories

Bangalore masti................

wonder la

idiot saale...........but still they are my frnds.

I miss my hostel days

kya kya nahi karte the hostel main ...
hostel ki loby mein jor-jor se gana....
light jane par jor-jor se sitiyan bajana....
der raat tak jagkar phone pe girls ke parents ko satana.........
mornig men late uthkar toothpaste ke liye hostel ki sair.......
sone valon ko laat mar ke jagana.....
nahane ke liye dhol main pani garam karna......
raat ko late aakar piche ki diwar se ander aana....
vo mess ka khana... din bhar stupid stupid harkatein karna...
aur kya kya batauin bahut yaad aa rahe hain wo hostel days...
missing hostel friends also.....kahan chale gaye yaaro..

My Hostel Life

Today I am thinking about my hostel life..

Hostel Life...



The steps we walk in the hostel....


The late mornings we get up........


The late nights we go for Jadein(babaji) shop....


Gossips with frnds sitting 2gether...


The toothpaste we beg in da mornin...

Doing stupid things in front of the girls...


The buckets we search to Bath........



The  cricket games we Play inside the room..........


The Parties we had............


The rajmah  food at our Mess by polo ram......

The rush to mess for cinema specially on sunday......


The hearts that we knock..........

The time we spend for pani pena(hand pump).....


Teasing our frnds..........


Nightouts for bilaspur mela before exams..............


Hostel days r many things precious...

I feel like typing.

We exist and live in this world where things can go just about in any direction - it's your decision where you're heading off to. Well at some instants it might not be the case, though. At times you come to a T-junction. Sometimes it's a long straight road for dozens of miles ahead. That means you don't have any choices. Or that you do, but you're just not turning into the junctions on the sides. Sometimes it's a dead end. That means you're stuck. Then you've got to shift into reverse gear and do something sensible (you know what to do... Get out of that place).


So that's life. It should be something like being on a journey, going somewhere you want to go. Having a destination in mind. Or destinations.



There's a lot to do with life actually. There is so much. I can't give examples. I'm not that good at it right now. Maybe something like this: it's like you're in the centre of a big bubble coloured with lots of colours on its outside - there are colours everywhere, and it's impossible that there aren't. All these colours make up life. Things just surround you. They're all over you, if you get what I mean. It's just that sometimes people take things for granted. Or that they overlook stuff.



We only live once on this earth so we might as well want to make the most out of it.

My First Pic on web