Aap Bole Mei Is Bacche Ka Baap Nahi ..
Phir Ladki Se Puchha ..
Ladki Boli Yehi Baap Hai ..
Aap Ko Aur Tension ..

Phir Police Aayee ..
Aap Ka medical Check Up Hua ..
Report Aayee Ke Aap To Kabhi Baap Nahi Ban Sakate ..
Aap Ne Upar Waale Ka Shukariya Aada Kiya ..
Aur Khushi Khushi Bahar Aa Gaye ..

Aur Phir Socha Ke
Ghar par Jo Doh Bachche Hai Woh Kis Ke Hain ?
Aap Ko Phir Tension ..

Maa Ki Lori Ka Ehsaas To Hai,
Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi.
Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,
Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Saare Naam Mobile Mein Hain,
Par Dosti Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.
Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,
Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Aankhon Me Hai Neend Badee,
Par Sone Ka Waqt Nahi.
Dil Hai Gamon Se Bhara ,
Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Paison ki Daud Me Aise Daude,
Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,
Jab Apne Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Tu Hi Bata E Zindagi,
Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,
Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,
Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi………

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square-root sign?
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun
As 1.7321
Such is my reality
A sad irrationality

When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

Before joining PhD:
I want to win the Nobel Prize.
I want to win the Turing Award.

First year of PhD:
I want to finish PhD in two years.
I want to publish papers only in top tier conferences.
I want to make ground-breaking research..
I want to win the best PhD Thesis award..

Second year of PhD:
I want to finish PhD in 5 years.
I want a problem.
Shall I change my advisor?

Third year of PhD:
I want a paper; I don’t care which conference.
Shall I change my topic?
I want to be known as Dr bhOndOO.

Fourth year of PhD:
I want to finish PhD!
My industry-friends have two children by now. When will I get married?

Fifth year of PhD:
Why did I come here?
Why did I choose this advisor?
Why did I choose this topic?

Sixth year of PhD:
Someone give me a degree!
I want to leave this place [WINDOWS-1252?]— for ever..
Let me leave.

Seventh year of PhD:
People call me uncle.
She waited and finally married someone else.
I don’t want any degree. I just want to live peacefully.

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
But then why it gives less happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
But then why there are less people to use them

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger….

Here I am sitting in my office @ night….
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to bike/car always on
But then why there are less places to go on……

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
But then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
But then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
But then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate
But then why after 8′o Clock it always feel like getting late….

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed….. how it changed………….

Sometimes I wonder if its all worth while, if I’ll ever make it.
Sometimes I think that my dreams won’t ever come true.
With everyday that passes, I know there is another clue.

Sometimes things are right under my nose, And all I had to do is look.
Sometimes all I want is to save a rose, And then just go on with my life.

Sometimes I wonder why life takes such unexpected turns, Then I realize, this is my life.
If I had not taken these trails, Where would I be?

5′5″ jiski height ho,
Jeans jiski tight ho,
Chehara jiska bright ho,
Weight mein thori light Ho,
Umar me difference slight ho,
Thori see wo quiet ho,
Aise apni Wife ho.

Sadak per sab kahe kya cute ho,
Bhid me sab kahe side ho, side ho,
India ki paidaish ho,
Sas ki seva jiski khwahish ho
Aisi apni Wife ho.

Padosi jab baat kare to haath me knife ho,
Dinner candle light ho,
Dono me na kabhi fight ho,
Milane ke baad dil delight ho,
Hey prabhu teri archana uski life ho.
Yeh kavita padhke sab kahe “Guru, tum right ho”,
Aise apni Wife ho.

Kaash yeh concept .0001 percent bhi right ho
Agar aisi apni wife ho
To kya hasin life ho
Har kisi ki yahi farmaish ho
Kudrat ki bhi aajmaish ho
Khudah ke software mein bhi bug ki Na gunjaish ho
Ay kaash, kahin to ek aisi paidaish ho
Aisi apni wife ho. Aisi apni Wife ho…………