happy birthday ritz......ZaNy style.........

29th august was ritesh's[...ritz.....] birthday......and though i could not get back on tym to give him a proper treat a la new men's hostel-2 ,kakatiya medical college, warangal
[where they kinda kick ur butt silly until u roll over n cry like a wuss on ur"happy" birthday.....tis kinda barbaric.....but rather fun for the kicker...cuz the kicker can let out his year old frustration on the kicked in a moment of legitimate madness.... ]
.......i did ZaNy him wid mah ZaNy smses......

now ritz is a guy wid a sense of humor......and dats the reason why i've unabashedly sent him those worthless pieces of literature.....

pls dont try this on ur frndz......


"When the sun shines today,it'll shine for you
Today cows n bulls shall call for you MOOOOOOO.....

Kaiku bole toh aaj din hai aisa,
Ek bottle khushboodaar ittar jaisa

Aaj din hai suhana par pehli taareeq nahi,
Aaj hai 29th august....bhool gaye kahin?

Ritz,ur birthday today is a day most special
Like eating biryanis a pleasure not a hassle

My feelings are true but the poem's a farce
The next rhyming word is the gaali ar_e

So gutargu gutargu chali teri scooter
Jiske engine me tha ek kabootar

Kabootar said ishq samandar dil ke andar
YE SHAYARI PADHNA BAND KAR B4 UR SANITY IT DOES PLUNDER !!!!!!"





this was sent at 0000 hrs.....


the next day ritz replied with a ZaNy poem of his own........and wanted some more kabootar in scooter poems.....but im no ghalib.....im zaleel......



"Iss zaleel shayar ku karo maaf
Basically dimaag hai saaf

Ab nikalegi only galeez limericks
Jise main kehta hoo 'zanyricks'

Engine me kal tha kabootar aaj hai haathi
Today no poems my dear saathi

Suraj nikale from direction EAST
Sunny D's hand weighs dhaai kilos at least !!

Kal tha ghalib aaj mat rakh any aasha.....
So jaa warna chadegi ZaNyrick se nashaa...."





sent at 0005 hrs next day........





Ritz my mahn....u raaak.....just like the raaaak of gibraltar.....i salute ur sense of humour and forbearance.......coz the readers of this post certainly have turned ape......




-thus spake ZaNy-

a date with champions.....

"champions are not born....they are made....with blood,sweat and tears.....with innumerable heartbreaks.....every step they take reminds them that failure may be a hundreds steps closer than success but one thing that separates them from the rest is the attitude ....they have the edge that merges their dreams and reality"
-ZaNy the guru...

What im trying to post here is an introduction.....my friend kulbir[beer i call him] n I went to watch the quarter fins n semi fins of the WORLD BADMINTON CHAMPIONSHIP...held at GMC balayogi stadium,Gachhibowli,Hyderabad from 10 aug-16 august 2009...PHEW !!!!

Well i always had been fascinated by the fastest net sport since childhood...and why shouldn't I be??!!....its kinda in my blood,this fascination.....me dad n grandpa played the sport at university n national levels....me??...hey im as enthusiastic as they come....but well...my built kinda did not support my zeal....[im not stocky....im ...well built....]....and my lazyness was no friend either....and usually i made graceful exits in the first rounds in skool n college competitions[the winners went on to lift the trophy every single time...if thats a consolation ! ]

But I'm not gonna go on about me [but of course this is MY BLOG and i do write MY TAKE on things....],I'm gonna describe those two evenings spent at the stadium which renewed my love for this racquet sport

As I said me dad's played it at university level and his love n enthusiasm for badminton is tremendous. It was he who suggested that i witness one of the biggest sports extravaganza that Hyderabad would host. It was Baba who suggested the idea of watching the quarter final matches since the top eight seeded players were likely to go through [although there were upsets like BAO CHUN LAI.....the favorite next to SUPER DAN. And so....ZaNy's mind was fixed.....with the tar that holds the roads together.....on watching the quarter finals.All I nedded was company who wud really appreciate the event.....and BABA was busy that day.....

TAKE 1-

TIME: 1000 hrs......my alarm groans[the one that u have in cell phones]....for me to wake up,for the final time,before it dies of lack of battery charge and I, in retaliation ,stuff it in my pillow case and kick it to the distal reaches of my bed.....but sleep deserts me like a coward soldier deserting his post to relive the memory of freedom and life....and grudgingly ,I wake up and relieve my mobile from its ordeal. And then it strikes me like a lightning bolt.....todays the quarter final ....the date with the champions....So without further ado I call up my partner in crime,Kulbir[ I address him as Beer....]


[the followin is in hyderabaadi parlance.....if u fail to understand......ppphhhhbbbtttttt !!!!!]



ZaNy: assalaam waalaikum.....khairiyat?
BeeR: waalaikum salaam....dua hai aapki....bolo ustaad
Z: kya karrein huzoor?
B: arei....abhich project ka phase one khatam kiya yaaro[ hes the beezee bee.....the harworkin soldier ant....im the active sloth]
Z: nai soye raat ku?? poori raat jaagein??
B: hau yaaro.....soye toh time waste hoinga...[!!!!!!!]....bolo.....huzoor
Z: arey subah subah disturb kara yaaro....maaf karo...
B: chindi rrei....1030 bajrrein !!!
Z: tum hyderabad meich rehte kya??? US returned dikhhrrain.....
B: kirkirri....ab kya bolu tumharku main.....
Z: hau suno.....2 ghante me ready ho jaao.....
B: kaiku? kiski shaadi hai??
Z: arey kabhi kabhi main baat kare so poora suno miyan....
B: arey bolo ustaad....
Z: Gachhibowli chalinge....
B: kaiku?
Z: BADMINTON WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP k matchaan dekhne....
B: mazzaak karrein.....
Z: main karta kabhi....
B: hau tum serious rehte kabhi??
Z: chalrrein???
B: befikar raho.....pakka......



and he agreed just like that !!!


[dats why we are a very very very dangerous tag team...ZaNyBeeR's stronger than Sunny paaji's 2.5 kilo biceps...!!!]


TAKE 2-

TIME- 1345 hrs......we're wonderin where to go from where we are.....[beneath the mehdipatnam fly-over.....connected directly to shamshabaad airport....]

BeeR asks an auto guy.....

" ustaad stadium kaise jaana??"
Auto guy: seedha jao...[!!!!!]
B: fly-over follow karu??
A:[who cannot speak hyderabadi all dat well]....nakko nakko....INE RIGHT MUD JAATA....[referrin to the fly over....he personified it...!!!!]
B:[chortlin....with me almost guffawing] INE mudd k kahan jaata?
A: airport ku jaata honga....[beer speeds n we start guffawin]


we go on seedha......and ignore the fly over ......and discover only lodges n function halls "avenueing" the road.....so kul slows and i approach a traffic police guy who at that moment was engaging 5 motorists with no licenses or old ones....

Z: chicha....
TRAFFIC POLICE: main tumharku nai roka ustaad [!!!]

[behind me beer falls down wid his stomach hurtin]

Z: nai yaaro....stadium kaise jaana ??
TP: SEEDHA JAAO.....


yes people....this is a disease we have over here " seedha jao..."


and seedha we went
ignoring where the roads bent
in the heat minds dent
an ahoy ! our voices lent....

[paagalkavi strikes again !!!]





TAKE 3-

Finally after 25 blasted kilometers....we sighted the stadium.....[hurray hurray......it's a jolly jolly day....]
we tke a turn at the first gate....and we're stopped by a traffic guy this time.....what actually happened was .....the wise ol traffic UNKOOL put up his hand brandishing a danda....and almost decapitated us !!!!

BeeR:[in his thoughts] !!@##$!!
TP: kahan jaarein....
B: match dekhne ku .....sir....
TP: kya?
and BeeR took out his license n registration.......

TP: main poocha kya??

I was contemplating takn out my [powerful] college id card statin dat Im a medical student[hes not the only guy who abuses power u see......] when the unkul said....." go from that gate" pointin to another smaller let through....

"then wats this?? a vip entrance??" BeeR asked of the SI....
"A VVIP one..."came the reply.....


[more like an entrance for the guys wid FREE PASSES mostly obtained from friends of friends of friends........hats off to MR. CHIDAMBARAM for setting a wonderful example by BUYING tickets worth thousands of rupees and sitting in the common gallery]


and we head to the ticket counter, purchase the tickets and head in......only to be stopped n checked whether we held any explosives,guns,knives,cassettes with our song recordings......and other deadly weapons....

what they didn't discover was that ZaNyBeeR was the weapon....!!!!!
for together they're hellraisers
for they are kiraak like tazers.....



[watch out foe the kiraaki next episode where we do things that even angered LIN DAN !!!!!]


-thus spake ZaNy-

the battle of the lecture field.........

Gently and lightly he enters the hall
which masquerades a battle field...
Suddenly silence on the "warriors" fall
like an unholy soul suddenly healed....

He enters with his weapons of battle,
assured of victory or place in heaven
He looks at the sea of non stop tattle,
raises his hand like Zeus' power given

He drones away like a workman's saw,
sawing away at our mind
His tone observes the Constancy Law
sparing none,benches, front or hind !!

He speaks on topics varied and wide,
opines on those unheard and uncared
He romances his subject, a horse carriage ride,
like young love that is dared !!

His lectures render sharks still,
tranquilize even a rampaging bull
His demeanor's a narcotic pill
His voices' of anaesthesias full

Keeping his promise of nonstop speech
he speaks like an economist inspired
To a halt our brains screech....
to a death-like fate we resign tired !!

Woe betide us ! We look skywards,
promise the one above of visits to shrines
"Thou art tested child !" came the voice downwards
"He who conquers mountains rises above pines !!!"

There we sat in the hall-field
searching for rhyme for spring season
It pierced us like a lightning on a shield
few minutes to ATTENDANCE was the reason !!

Alas ! life plays its own jokes
when we woke from the unearthly sleep
ATTENDANCE was over, missed by many blokes
From underneath the ground did sweep......

Sleep, I declare, is a weapon potent,
Of professors and parliamentarians alike
Neither knowledge nor policies bent
Can save us from the attack so "psych" !