Delhi, Bombay and Bihar

Hey guys how are you doing!!! I dont care honestly, but mum said be nice. So……. Here’s a humorous battle between momos, vada pav and litti chokha

You know the amount of content out there about Delhi vs Mumbai is more than the population of both the cities. so, everytime delhi guys makes fun of mumbai folks or vice versa, I find it amusing. I really find it amusing, coz I ain’t from either of the cities.

I from a developed part of this country, the progressive part. BIHAR.

And boy, people are jealous. Whenever I tell them I am from bihar, they act like they’re scared but they are actually jealous. That’s why they hate us.

We are a racist country, you gotta accept it. Everytime a person tells where he is from, a follow up question is there, depending on where, he is from.

Like if you say, you are a bengali, people are like, Ami Tamako bhalo bashe, JAL KHABO, fucking everytime.

You say you’re from Punjab, oye balle balle, Barah baj gye kya! Canada kab ja rha hai. -_-

Wait for the ultimate one, no one in this country is as stereotyped as the “MADRASIS” even if (s)he is fair people will go and ask him ” TU GORA KYU HAI”. The Delhi people, their geography is messed up. This is Delhi, and everything north to it is punjab amd everything south to it is Madras. Bhopal is Madras, Raipur is Madras, Hyderabad definitely madras. Chennai, umm tu srilanka hai saale….

So the follow-up question for us bihari guys, is Tum kon se jail se bhaage ho?? I was in Delhi and a guy said, tum Tu Tihar se Bhaga hai na!!

I said, come on man, don’t be an ass, jail se Bhaga nahi mai, wo log chod diye meko. Mera pocket picketing ka 3 months pura ho gya tha na…..

You’ve to give in to the fact that biharis are intelligent, it’s no surprise that most of nation’s IAS IPs are Biharis. To be honest, there’s not much of career choices available to us. You either be a politician, or be an IAS officer or you sell fruits and veggies. I am a rookie in all the three, and the clan isn’t accepting me. Sigh.

Coming to the Bombay people, man they are hilarious. Their first goal in life is to make fun of Delhi guys. Their hierarchy is something like this, The south Bombay people are the pure bloods, rest of the town is half blood the Thane people are the muggleborns. And Delhi guys are the filthy muggles. But wait, this isn’t the end of the list. We are the last guys of the hierarchy table. The Dothrakis. The tribal uncivilized clans. Huh!!

The one thing that unites the Delhi and bombay people is their shared hatred for the bihari guys.


That’s that guys. I wanted to start a you tube channel with this content, looks like will have to wait a bit. Please please comment how you felt about this. Thank you.


Where’s my Mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin around

Your head will collapse

If there’s nothing in it

And you’ll ask yourself

Where’s my mind??

Sometimes i wonder

What it takes to go insane

And what is it that keeps me sane

Coz, my mind has always been hostile

Loving and hating the world all the while

Realism, narcissism and the sucidial brain

It does what I hate all the same

My mind is on his own,

Who am I, then; never known

It does give me some space to whine

And I wonder,

Where’s my mind???


कह रहा हूँ दिल का फ़साना

ज़रा ध्यान से सुनना

के क्या पता तुम्हे इसमें

ज़िन्दगी का फ़लसफ़ा मिल जाए

जिसे ढूँढ़ते हो ज़माने में सदियों से

इस कहानी में तुम्हे वो वफ़ा मिल जाए

इन स्याह लफ़्ज़ों में कहीं किसी दिल को भी

तन्हा ही सही, थोड़ी सी जगह मिल जाए

ये जो हो गये हैं, अकेलेपन के कारण बीमार से

इनकी बीमारी को भी, क्या पता, यहाँ दवा मिल जाए

ये जो चराग है बुझने को तड़पते

खुदा की नेमत हो, और इन्हें जरा हवा मिल जाए
A friend of mine, asked what’s going to be written on your epitaph…….

How’s your story going to begin?

I didn’t know then, I know now!!!

How’s your story going to begin???


My Granny’s Last Words

Leave me alone, fat ass bitch!!!(obviously a euphemistic statement)

Yea, these were her last words, to my aunt who was trying to calm her down!!! 

My aunt used to think she was her favourite child, turned out something else. 

We took her to hospital, after she started behaving abnormally, not that she behaved normally every time, but this time, we felt it was a bit serious. 

She even called, the doctor, a retard…….. He was very upset.

He even complained to my father, saying

Did I study so much only to be called a retard??

My granny wanted to live, but calling the doctor, retard is not a very good idea when you intend to live. And hence she died.  

Her funeral was a hectic affair. I dont remember if anyone was really sad for her. Guests had arrived and none of our family members were crying, it was really embarrassing. My cousin gave me a stern look, and silently indicated me to fake crying, I did the same to my sister, to which she said, 

Pagal ho kya, makeup kharab ho gya toh?? Photo bhi to achhi aani chahiye……..

Finally, it was my aunt who cried. 

Granny’s belongings contained, my mum’s lost ear rings(we believed that maid had stolen them) and my sister’s lipstick. And a hanky full of  pistachios and cashew nuts, a fidget spinner that I really liked and a really expensive pen, which my dad had gifted to me. 

She used to say, that you all would miss me when I’d die. It’s been 2 years now, she is dead. I got full control of the room, my sister got the freedom to do whatever she wishes, my mum got rid of the jibes and taunts and my dad inherited a piece of land. But none of us really miss her.

Sometimes we’ve to act very emotional when it comes to granny. 

I remember once a relative told me, that people do say, very wise things on their death bed, I said, “yea, leave me alone, fat ass bitch.” 

Wisest thing ever said!!!!

Light Me Up // Mujhe Roshan Karo // Urdu Diaries

while most of us are busy doing things, this girl here has created this.
Shereen has always been a writer, I found, endearing and relatable………
more than a writer, she has been a person, I admired, here’s one of her post I really liked……….

~From Life To Shereen~


Mainn mayoos khadi deewaar hoon,
Tum mujhpar girti roshni.
Tumhari shafaq isi tarah
mere satah se raabta kare,
Toh mainn khil, uth jaungi;
Girte girte rukk jaungi,

Ke haan, ab koi hai
Jo mujhe zinda karraha hai,
Jo mere nasooron ko
Sharminda karraha hai;
Kyunke tum woh khushgawar roshni ho
Jisey chamakna bohot pasand hai,
Jisey chahakna bohot pasand hai,
Aur jisey pasand hai, ke uske ird-gird
Saare fard bhi chamakte rahen,
Aziyat ke palon mein bhi haste rahen,
Manzil se ho door, phir bhi chalte rahen,
Magar kabhi mayoos na ho,
Unhe khud par, afsos na ho.

Haan, tum woh roshni ho
Jo ujde chaman ko bhi,
Bahar-e-gulshan kar de,
Aur parchaaiyon se bhi
Andheron ko roshan kar de.
Bas, har subh-shaam yunhi
Khuda humare milne ka raasta kare;
Tumhari shafaq isi tarah
Mere surkh satah se raabta kare.

– Shereen A. Mir ( @fromlifetoshereen on Instagram)
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Hinduism in the pop culture


Being a Hindu, I was not taught to hate Islam; I didn’t grow up despising Muslims. If anything my parents taught me, it was tolerance. I was repeatedly inducted with the idea of universal acceptance and brotherhood, till it was running in my veins and became the basic idea, I had, of Hinduism.


I remember being told, the reason for the survival of Hinduism, lies in its concept of tolerance towards differing ideas. The reason why it stood against the mighty invaders and despotic Muslim rulers lies in the efficacy of its ideas that became the very foundation of Hinduism. It didn’t lay down any riot act as to what an ideal Hindu should do. Vedas and Puranas didn’t define our eating habits, didn’t determine our time of prayers, one thing that Hinduism gave its followers was Wisdom, Wisdom to choose.  And it was the result of this tolerance that assimilation of different ideas under one banner of Hinduism became possible, it was the result of this tolerance, that people of various cultures and religions found in India, a home. It wouldn’t be wrong if I said, Nothing accepts the new cultures, the new religion, the new people like India does. Nothing accepts you like Hinduism. 


And yet, here we stand accused of intolerance.  


In the modern scenario, where politicization of religion has become the new trend, a devout Hindu attracts a few raised eyebrows by the self acclaimed Progressive members of society. Since when, has following traditions became “old fashioned” , since when, has standing up for your beliefs and religion came to be termed as intolerance.  


I stand for my belief, my faith, my religion, just as you do. I support the party that politically empowers my religion just as you do, and I suppose we can live in the vicinity of each other until you start crying foul. Relax, Extremism isn’t Hinduism’s contribution to the world.





वो किसी कहानी सी थी

ये हवा कुछ जानी पहचानी सी थी

किसी की इनमे खुशबू समायी थी

साथ आये थे यादों के झरोखे

लगा तुझे छू कर आई थी

मैं सुनता रहा

समेटता रहा दिल में

वो दिन जब ये स्याह वादियां भी गुनगुनाई थीं

कभी मुझसे आगे

कभी हाथों में हाथ डालकर

तेरे होने के एहसास तो बड़े थे 

पर जो मुड़ कर देखा तो

बस मैं था और मेरी परछाईं थी