I love the way my life goes on...!!!

Every morning I wake up to see the peeping SUN;
Praying to lord to fill that day with lots of FUN;
With few minutes left for college, lets say goodbye to BATH;
And at least run fast down towards the breakfast PATH;

To my horror, all I see is some stupid veg PIE;
But what to do,unless I eat, I am sure to DIE;
Gulping it down in all my HURRY;
I forget to use the existing CURRY;

With the clock ticking close to NINE;
I better run to avoid the late comers FINE;
That crazy biometry,where u got to insert your FINGER;
Before the omkaram starts from our college's best SINGER;

Six hours seem like six YEARS;
How to tell our teachers that they are bleeding our EARS;
Are they really blinded to the rolling TEARS;
That's why education is what every child FEARS;

Oh!,in between we had a break for some stupid LUNCH;
The one who made that menu surely needs a solid PUNCH;
Still u got to eat it claiming a hungry PRETENSE;
Though i know that sometimes "nothing is better than NONSENSE";

All of us eagerly wait for the clock to strike 5'O CLOCK;
In lines we go for lord's darshan making the traffic BLOCK;
It is here we experience the day's best PART;
When the journey of our lord SAI from yajur mandir START;

For 2,3 hours we bask in his GRACE;
For everyone to see the happiness on our FACE;
But for him our life is always BORING;
You come out from mandir,only to see the rain POURING;

Drenching in rain,we run back HOME;
Taking care not to catch a fever SYNDROME;
So whats up next?,off course there is a DINNER;
Which only helps me to become day by day THINNER;

After the dinner, you either read a NOVEL;
Or plug your ears with mp3 hidden under a TOWEL;
Its only when CIEs are around, we open the BOOK;
Otherwise none of us bother to even give it a LOOK;

Finally we hit the bed,the purpose being to SLEEP;
But meddle with our I-phones,ensuring there is no one to PEEP;
Thus goes this journey from dawn to dusk,filled with brightness and GAY;
Hey!!!,By The Way,I Forgot To Say,My Name Is DEEJAY;

where do I begin???

                         699,426,731 seconds and still counting. Yes! that is the amt of time I had already spent on this beautiful planet and still going stronger with every passing second. So to pick out one 'second' to begin with is an arduous task. Hmm...where to begin?, that is the whole point.

                         Ok! may be let's begin with what happened on the 1st of June 1994. I was to join the pre-school to become a knowledgeable nerd. Well that was what my parents precisely thought then. Education?.... To me that was not what a school was meant to be for. So, obviously it was not the text books that dragged my attention, but the pretty hands of gals that held those lifeless pages that naturally did.

                         Nope!... erase that from your mind. Lets start it from some where else. This is not the kind of intro I wanted for myself. No.... I am not a girl maniac or something. Hmm... hmm!!! ok..

                         The date was 14th September 2001 and I was in class 6. Notorious, noted and naughty by all means... I was then a real scare to all my class gals. A duster in one hand and a ruler rotating in the other, I was a spectacle that drained the blood out of any one.... I was the man-eater (monitor) of my class... Absolute power corrupts absolutely. And there I was throwing dusters at guys chatting in the class room and whacking with ruler all those giggling when i usually sung hindi songs at the time of minding. Oh! God, all this at class 6!!! What the hell was wrong with me???... Guys, I guess we will start it from some other point of time.

                         The date was 29th April 2004. Studying in class 9, with 3 girls having already turned me down... I was yet again single and ever ready to get intermingled... What's wrong with all these gals yaar. If all are to go only for the Hrithiks' and the Ranbirs', then who would go for the Imran Hasmis'? oye... I did look like Imran, but with a difference. Ever seen an Imran Hasmi- who is short, slightly fat, tanned sufficiently by Sun and still trying to pose as if he is the hot property of bollywood? Well that's precisely what I was. The kind of image that I had established for myself in my school in those 9 years, through my sweat and effort... that would not allow even a single gal to even give a glance at me, forget a relationship. There was a rumour that they preferred a dog to me...( "dogs are cool"...who said that??? ). But just to prove the old adage right..."Every dog has it's day", well I finally had mine too. A girl who had been kicked out of 3 schools in my city for an extraordinary and outstanding performance in her academics had found her way to our school. Well for any aspiring student who is still learning alphabets in his/her class 9 but still has the desire and the audacity to dream big in life, for them our school would be the natural choice. Anyways our school had this funny mission statement..." we accept any DUMBASS into any CLASS even though he might have failed to PASS." So there she was, as a God's given gift, she found our school, and she found me. Was it Keats who said " A thing of beauty is a dumbass forever"? O yes! she was absolutely beautiful. Dumbass? Don't ask me that. Her marks always did the talking. Being the topper in my class (oh! did I forget to tell you that?), I was the obvious choice my teacher found to guide and help that angel like dumb*** girl in her academics. I spent a good one hour to give her some clarity in the course syllabus, at the end of which, she very thankfully said---" I OWE YOU SO MUCH".... well any intelligent guy would have responded to that saying..." I LOWE YOU SO MUCH"... so did I... All she did was to point towards an object lying at the corner of our room. I ran eagerly towards it to know what she was trying to gesture to me. And there it was.... Standing right in front of me, staring at me was a short, fat, round headed fool emerging out of the mirror and looking stupidly triumphant... "LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR"... I got my answer in a clear manner. Did I earlier say that she was a dumb***.... may be it was actually me, not her after all...

                     No, I am not a loser. This is not the kind of intro I wanted for myself. So what if a girl turned me down.... Guess we shall start it from some where else.....

                      The date was 31st March 2005. My year long relationship with the dumb*** girl finally ended in a weird manner. At one point of time we had grown so fond of each other that staying away for a long time became a pain. So she had moved her home-base to become the cute gal next door... my neighbor... So my day would go like chatting with her in school, in the play ground, on the basket ball courts, during tuition, park benches and finally on the terrace at nights. The only time we were away was when we were probably sleeping. Hmm.... "Behind every successful man there is a woman", they say... my foot!!!... there is a women eagerly waiting to pull him down to dust. My one year relationship screwed me up enough. From class topper, I had become over night pauper, just managing to pass in most subjects. It doesn't require a Sherlock Homles to surmise what is going wrong with an intelligent boy to make him a sudden dumb***... So my parents did come to know of the reason and I was soon house arrested, with just one month left for the  10th ICSE board exams to begin. I vividly remember that moon lit night when it rained dogs and donkeys. She had chosen that momentous occasion for a historic revelation... something that Juliet told to Romeo, Rose to Jack, and this dumb*** girl to me...THAT I WOULD REMAIN THE LOVE OF HER LIFE FOR ETERNITY...

                        Today, after 6 years, she still remains that same dumb*** type, pursuing her medicine ( god save all her patients ) and the whole reason for me to apparently abuse that innocent looking girl was becoz, she had left the revelation for dogs, and chosen another dog for the love of her life. She is now in relationship with one of her colleagues..........living merrily... I sincerely hope that she would have a memorable life ahead.

                         But she happened to be a blessing in disguise in my life. That incident had changed my life once for all. After my house arrests were diluted and the numerous promises that I had given to my mom had their impact, I was ready to begin a new life in a new place among new people on the 4th of June 2005.

                       Yes, this is where I choose to begin.....

                                                 MY MUSINGS.....MY LIFE.....!!!

                         

                        Introducing to you, weighing 72465 grams, tallest shorty, thinnest faty, smartest dunder-head,  dhananjay a.k.a deejay....aged 22,hails from the city of destiny, loves playing cricket, sings hindi and english songs, writes desperately rhyming poems, and now authoring a novel....LOVE MAKES LIFE BEAUTIFUL...