Well i had to do homework of my cousin who is studying french ... his stupid french teacher asked him to write a poem in french after just few months of french classes .. anyways i tried to help with my little knowledge of french .. here is what i got (correct or incorrect i dont know)
Elle est tout l'amour
(she is all the love)
tout la douleur va
(all the pain goes)
quand elle touche moi
(when she touches me)
je me sens content
(i feel happy)
quand elle regard moi
(when she looks at me)
elle est ma mere
(she is my mummy)
je l'aime
(i love her)
Main shayar to nahi
I had never written poems in my life ... infact never had thought that i could write ... but then you happened ... that chilly morning in Catania .. it had been raining all night .. quite unsual rains for sicily in month of december ... i was taking a nap when you entered the bus ... i felt some fragrance going by me ... i opened my eyes you were making your way in bus .. i had never seen anyone as beautiful as you .. and i am quite sure will never see .. you stopped in front of my seat ... you took your hat off .. those shiny blonde hair had little droplets of water.. moving really slowly on your hair as if they didn't want to part from you .. well who would .. i went to office, worked did my normal jobs .. i had never found those routine works so "lovely"... you were always in front of my eyes ... your scent always occupied my senses .. and my heart, he really had hard time that day as he tried to be in two places at one time .. i came back to hotel that day and wrote my first poem .. you had made a poet out of me :)
After that day i used to make up early in the morning in subzero temperatures just to catch the bus you used to take .. and then one day you sit beside me .. you smiled and i..i i almost died .. but i could not utter a word ... i dont know why .. but that day i decided i will talk to you next time i get a chance .. and that happened very next day .. i started talking .. asked you about your name .. you just smiled and didn't reply .. well i asked again .. still you kept smiling and said something in Italian .. i came to know that you only understand Italian!!!!! ... you smiled and looked at me .. those eyes were trying to say something .. but i could not translate neither italian nor that beautiful language of your eyes ..even today i stil feel that fragrance in the air whenever i close my eyes .. and i know whenever i write a poem it is your eyes inside me writing those poems in English.
Lot, can be said with eyes
Alas! we also need words
Never mind, I tried my best
Gauche! I kept on speaking
Uttering thousands of words
And you never replied
Gee! I should have surmised
English you may not know
Note: I have tried to do something dumb ... if you take first letter of every line
and write them down it appears something like this
.........LANGUAGE .......
After that day i used to make up early in the morning in subzero temperatures just to catch the bus you used to take .. and then one day you sit beside me .. you smiled and i..i i almost died .. but i could not utter a word ... i dont know why .. but that day i decided i will talk to you next time i get a chance .. and that happened very next day .. i started talking .. asked you about your name .. you just smiled and didn't reply .. well i asked again .. still you kept smiling and said something in Italian .. i came to know that you only understand Italian!!!!! ... you smiled and looked at me .. those eyes were trying to say something .. but i could not translate neither italian nor that beautiful language of your eyes ..even today i stil feel that fragrance in the air whenever i close my eyes .. and i know whenever i write a poem it is your eyes inside me writing those poems in English.
Lot, can be said with eyes
Alas! we also need words
Never mind, I tried my best
Gauche! I kept on speaking
Uttering thousands of words
And you never replied
Gee! I should have surmised
English you may not know
Note: I have tried to do something dumb ... if you take first letter of every line
and write them down it appears something like this
.........LANGUAGE .......
which one is most roamantic?
Harry met sally
dil chahta hai
notting hill
a lot like love
godfather
casablanca
kabhi haan kabhi naa
ddlj
kuch kuch hota hai
pride and prejudice
Paris Je t'aime
http://vikkisach.blogspot.com/2007/12/beauty.html
bobby
dil se
ishq vishq
kabhie kabhie
jo jeeta wohi sikandar
dil chahta hai
notting hill
a lot like love
godfather
casablanca
kabhi haan kabhi naa
ddlj
kuch kuch hota hai
pride and prejudice
Paris Je t'aime
http://vikkisach.blogspot.com/2007/12/beauty.html
bobby
dil se
ishq vishq
kabhie kabhie
jo jeeta wohi sikandar
cup of sin
sight of chocolates and dieting are not exactly made for each other ... when you are trying to diet a cup of chocolate is actually cup of sin ... sometimes i think what actually is "sin" ... how did the word come into existance ... if we go by myths well adam and eve .. eating the apple was the first sin .. sometimes i wonder if it would have been chocolate our dear adam and eve would have been on earth much earlier :D
looking at the dictionary definitions of sin and crime i find ..
sin
any reprehensible or regrettable action, behavior, lapse, etc.; great fault or offense: It's a sin to waste time.
crime
an action or an instance of negligence that is deemed injurious to the public welfare or morals or to the interests of the state and that is legally prohibited.
well this makes me think ... it seems like sin is something for which individual is the best judge and crime is something for which society is the best judge ....
wouldn't the world be a better place .. if a person learns from his "sins" and never commots a crime
Well isn't it funny that just eating a cup of DBC (death by chocolate) can lead to these strange thoughts!!!
looking at the dictionary definitions of sin and crime i find ..
sin
any reprehensible or regrettable action, behavior, lapse, etc.; great fault or offense: It's a sin to waste time.
crime
an action or an instance of negligence that is deemed injurious to the public welfare or morals or to the interests of the state and that is legally prohibited.
well this makes me think ... it seems like sin is something for which individual is the best judge and crime is something for which society is the best judge ....
wouldn't the world be a better place .. if a person learns from his "sins" and never commots a crime
Well isn't it funny that just eating a cup of DBC (death by chocolate) can lead to these strange thoughts!!!
My first time
well was reading today's mint ... they had a special edition .. in which sunil mittal talked about his first mobile phone call (interesting right?) ... aamir khan about his first directorial venture ... saif ali khan about his first stage show .. nandan nilekani about his first offshore trip ...
this lead me thinking ... thinking about my first experiences ..
My first movie in theatre
Well it was deewar .. i dont remember all the secene .. one scene which i remember most clearly is AB in the temple dying .. well after that movie AB was god for me :)
My first denim
If i remmeber well the denim craze had died down in the 90's .. and in my childhood i never had denims in my wardrobe ... so i got my first denim only when i was in 8th class ... well i used to feel so happy wearing that .. i used to wear it every other day ... my poor mom who had clean it every day .. after that denim occupied my wardrobe completely and even today 98% of my wardrobe is denim ...
My first crush
Most of the boys have their first crush on their teachers ... i was not among them .. i had first crush quite late (if u count out cricket .. even then it was actually love not crush) .. i had my first crush in 10th class .. the girl was in ninth class ... and it was a strange feling .. everything felt so good .. i remember listening to songs of ddlj again and again .. and like lyrics of the songs had a new meaning now ... something was changing in me .. rather than dancing on songs i started preferring listening .. i always used to look outside from my window of the classroom so that i could go out to drink water with her ... i made fruad passes (some stupid things we had to carry when we had to go for drinking water) with fraud signature of my classteacher on it .. well i was so mushy mushy that could never talk to that girl :)
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this lead me thinking ... thinking about my first experiences ..
My first movie in theatre
Well it was deewar .. i dont remember all the secene .. one scene which i remember most clearly is AB in the temple dying .. well after that movie AB was god for me :)
My first denim
If i remmeber well the denim craze had died down in the 90's .. and in my childhood i never had denims in my wardrobe ... so i got my first denim only when i was in 8th class ... well i used to feel so happy wearing that .. i used to wear it every other day ... my poor mom who had clean it every day .. after that denim occupied my wardrobe completely and even today 98% of my wardrobe is denim ...
My first crush
Most of the boys have their first crush on their teachers ... i was not among them .. i had first crush quite late (if u count out cricket .. even then it was actually love not crush) .. i had my first crush in 10th class .. the girl was in ninth class ... and it was a strange feling .. everything felt so good .. i remember listening to songs of ddlj again and again .. and like lyrics of the songs had a new meaning now ... something was changing in me .. rather than dancing on songs i started preferring listening .. i always used to look outside from my window of the classroom so that i could go out to drink water with her ... i made fruad passes (some stupid things we had to carry when we had to go for drinking water) with fraud signature of my classteacher on it .. well i was so mushy mushy that could never talk to that girl :)
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