The Incompatible Acquaintance

 “The Incompatible Acquaintance”

Facebook is a place to socialize,

Ever wondered meeting someone so nice,

Who leaves a mark in your life.

An acquaintance randomly added,

Could be a darling, undecided.

Days were dull,

Mindfully numb,

Some waiting for call to work,

Others were waiting coz of no work.

Net keeps us updated,

Friends were away yet not deleted.

Morning time,

The buzz from a little known stranger unexpectedly arrives,

Inquiring about placement, little skeptical of her intention,

Silence broke and exploring each other was day’s expedition.

Chatting begun and with every word curiosity arisen,

Time fly by only to make us realize,

What a “beautiful & adorable” co-incidence awaited all our lives.

Little hesitant to go further,

She puts down my proposal to have coffee together.

Chatting all night,

Admitting the right,

One question leading to another,

Who cares for the world when we are together.

Out of blues,

She accepted my proposal which made me delight,

To walk down marine drive.

Darkness around,

Had to wait for light to be our gown.

Drowsiness bound,

Making us astound,

Give more time,

For fate to command,

Let the right opportunity sound.

Networking continues,

Getting absorbed in the mood of the night.

Garlanding every moment,

Pleasing our mind,

Cleansing our soul,

The air of friendship & love untold.

The day’s demand,

CCD was the moment unplanned,

Capachinno was Nice,

Except for the “ice-cream scoop”, so unwise.

Which made me realize,

My nervousness at her sight.

Apprehending my talks,

And getting lost in her eyes,

What do I say “It’s a pleasure, I oblige”.

Day’s folds into night,

A fatal attraction bonding us upright.

Second date was more fun,

Walked the way from Powai to station.

Home calling,

Bags of memories and desire for future.

Boarding the train,

Lets smile prevail.

Dedicated to the known stranger

By Md Azharuddin Khan

ABC ANALYSIS OF LIFE...

The human civilization can be segregated into 3 distinct categories viz., Accelerators, Brakes & Clutches. The 3 important equipments which are required to run a car, likewise the same features are necessary which makes the civilization stay alive. All the three are distinct and complementary to one another. Accelerators will be useless without brakes and vice versa. Similarly, clutch will lose its importance without brake & vice-versa.


Accelerators comprise people like Sachin Tendulkar, Rahul Gandhi, APJ Abdul Kalam, SRK, Mittals and the list continues. A person in this class knows only one way of living i.e., outscore your counterpart/competitor to survive. They cannot accept failure and always see themselves as a participant of a race. They are not just winners but also bench markers. They are idols in their respective field. They don’t just win the race but also makes the contest tough & dynamic. They have the courage to change the rules of the game. The one common quality they share is hunger. Every achievement intensifies their hunger & ambition to aim higher goals thereby setting new standard for the society. They can synonymously be called assenters or acceptors.

“Brakes” consists of people like Raj Thakrey, Inspector General of Police Shambhu Pratap Singh Rathore (Ruchika’s case) , Dawood Ibrahim , Adolf Hitler and a long list continues. These people neither prosper nor let others. They are losers & always insecure of their status quo. When they see others (Accelerators) climbing the ladder of success rather than competing they try pulling them down. But the big difference between both the groups is their source of motivation. When the “Brakes” indulge in malpractices the accelerators garner motivation under crisis to tackle the situation (The spat between Siv Sena & SRK). Their determination to succeed augments when met with hurdle/s. People in this class can also be called “breakers”.

The last and the major category are the “clutches”. It encompasses the general public who are not the vanguards but are central to the existence of the above two category. They have all the powers and they nominate one among themselves to make them Accelerators & Brakes, based on their respective personality traits & qualities. This group benefits from the action of the “Accelerators” & bears the pain caused by the action of the “Brakes”. They can also be called commoners since they share the common need for Food, Shelter & Security.

If this world is an Olympic stadium, the accelerators are the players who strive to be ahead in the competition, Brakes are the hurdle in the way of the accelerators, clutches are the public gathered to cheer the accelerators & scoff at the brakes.

Lastly, the Clutch spots the same individual differently under different circumstances & different time. Gandhiji was an “Accelerator" for the patriotic Indian and “Brake” for the Englishmen. Similarly, Osama Bin laden was an accelerator for the American when he fought the war against Russia & “Brake” when he slammed in WTC.

It’s up to an individual to decide what they want to become, how they want the world to see them, what benefits accrue in the respective categories & what sacrifice is needed to be a part of that group.

A thought by: Md. Azharuddin Khan

A MISUNDERSTOOD FRIEND

Her presence made me feel secure,

She always cared but little did she let me know.

Sometimes angry, sometime amusing.

Moments with her were just amazing.

She screamed at me,

When she felt I was wrong.

I felt insulted wondering this is where I belong.

Embarrassment turned into animosity.

I drank to lessen my curiosity.

People around had little idea,

Wondering what has gone wrong.

I cried for the first time.

Nudging & coaxing,

To make me understand.

Share thy problem to find thy solution.

But I uttered No word.

This increased their confusion.

Aunt gave me sedative,

To make me numb.

After a while I passed out in their front.

Woke up with a headache,

Looked for my phone.

And Read the messages

To understand the commotion.

It was too late to seek any explanation.

Carrying the load of my fucked up life.

God, Please Help to avoid turning my well-wishers to malice..

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan

MY FIRST DAY IN B-SCHOOL..

The Under-construction structure,

Unsure this is how my MBA life gonna be,

Already late by a couple of weeks,

Thousand thoughts streaks,

Admin was friendly,

Their treasury loaded with all our money.

Choice was mine,

Sec-E or Sec-A, whichever I opine.

Without any logic I choose E,

Little I wonder how is it gonna be.

Unshaven look, spectacle stuck across my nose,

Enough for people to comment on my pose.

All eyes spooked at me,

As if I am a criminal hiding from the agency.

Seniors barged to elect the CR,

I stood, trusting my PR.

Curiosity strikes,

Malice arrives,

“Let my friend win for my privilege to survive.”

Managed 5 ,

Thanks those who were Nice,

Wonder whether their decision were wise.

Pretending to be wise,

Not letting incorrect pronunciation arise.

Speak when required otherwise keeping mum was nice.

Met some recognizable faces in the smoking arena,

Felt like found a lost friend from the jungle of Vienna.

Appearing to be busy to avoid eye-contact,

Was the defense against all eyes that attacked?

Praying, time to get over,

Little attention to the lecture,

More on how to win over?

Class dismissed bringing sigh of relief,

Walking back Home was the moment of peace.

I thanks all for the experience un-ceased.

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan

RECESSION.

President speak

“Let every soul have a roof”.

Not concerning how they gonna use.

Low credentials sighs,

And queue up at the Bank’s Aisle.

Dispersing loan ain’nt fun,

What about the “Bank’s run”?

People woof that they have their Roof.

What about the mortgage scoop?

Insurance assure,

But can they handle all?

Derivatives were nice,

But not very wise.

CDO’s was the buzz,

Later they realize it’s all gonna burst.

People evade the Bank’s cheque,

What about their Income & Assets.

They have None,

It isn’t fun.

Banks went for a toss,

Nobody to look after their loss,

Not able to meet the employees pay,

They fold their hand and stop their hay.

Demand declines,

Assembly line unaligns.

Inflation dips,

Rates declines.

Don’t you people know,

We are not fine.

“No job” reaches the swine.

President intervenes,

To lessen thy loss,

Could’nt save the one that has already tossed.

“Bailout” was the cry,

Don’t they realize?

Whether Afghanistan & Iraq was right.

India and China races the mile,

Overtaking the nations,

Those were once divine.

How about making career in this Time?

            

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan

MY FIRST DAY OF LIFE...

My mother’s pain rewarded with my cry,

All the agony passed by with my Smile.

Ever I wondered the reason for my plight,

Little eyes fountain tears at their sight.

Father was happy to see me smiling,

Kissed my head to convey his blessing.

I cuddled to the side,

To catch more sleep.

Relatives’ ensemble,

To get my glimpse,

Some says I resemble more of Mom,

Others felt that they were wrong.

How does that matter a child so innocent,

Little I wondered about their inclination.

My life was clean like a slate,

Too early to judge my fate.

Body was pink,

Legs were thin,

Arms weren't strong,

Tender and slender,

Fragile and Soft,

Strong and gentle emotions around.

Careless and blissful,

Amazing and Gone..

MY RELIGION..

MY RELIGION

Islam means peace,

Still people are not pleased.
   It’s maligned and made fun of,
See it for yourself before you further mock.

Turn to Quran.

It’s the book for mankind,

It urges you to be kind,

It’s the book which correspond with Science,

To the “Blind” it’s the sign,

During the Dark Age,

What was the earth’s shape?

What did man knew about embryology?

Astronomy was alien,

But Quran answers all,

Isn’t that miracle?

Oh, you people respect my Quran.

People perceives that Muhammad (pbuh) is our Lord,

It isn’t true,

He ain’t No God,

A servant to the master,

He was here to save the world from disaster.

He abolished slavery,

Gave the women their due dignity,

Humble & clean,

Always ready to support,

The Right & The victim,

The pillars of Islam,

Shahadah - Oneness of God,

Salat- The prayers,

Zakat- Charity,

Sawm – Fasting,

Hajj – Pilgrim.

Where does it talk about killing innocent being?

Why don’t they see,

What is best and why do they propagate,

What is not good for anyone’s interest?

Respect mankind

By respecting things what they believe is divine.

Religion join people,

Politicians create divide by using religion as a tool to survive.

I join my hand and bow to the almighty,

Let peace prevail,

And the demons exhale.

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan