Writer Anuj

Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye… Yhi saaza milni chahiye thi, jo har roz marte rhe zindgi ke liye… Maut se bdi aur kya saaza hogi zindgi ke liye… Bin pucche, bin khe, bin jeeye jeete rhe marrne ke  liye… Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye… Ye khel tera shi hai khuda re… Jo apne bnnata rha, ishq krata rha, sab ek din chord jaane ke liye… Hassa ke rula ta hai, fir bi ummeed dikhata hai… Aur kya kasar rhe gyi humme barbaad krne ke  liye…. Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye… Beweja, bekhabar chalet rhe, geerke na jaane kyu sambhalte rhe… mazil bta dete to dund lete hum raaste... ye parinde bina ghar ke na jane kha kha batakte rhe… ab to rheem kr o rabba, saaza-e-maut dede humme, har khusi k liye… Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye…

Three friends were travelling on NH1. In last 3 hour, more than 100 km they had covered. To understand the story you should understand their age first. Their age in India is the age when people decide to be criminal or to be a saint or to be nothing. They are neither college boys nor working men. They are in the age when boys turn into men. They passed out college 1 or 2 years ago, now they were waiting for some company to open its door for them. Ok, let me introduce you to these three below average boys/men from India. I am mentioning ‘India’ because this country has something to do with the way they are now! The guy who was driving the car is Monu. He is unluckiest out of three. He always wanted to be an athlete and also very good at it till class 10 th . But then the thing happened which happened with most of the students in India. His parents drag him into studies. Not only drag him into studies, they even forced him to get above 90 percent. In that race, he lost his...

Main kya kru jake madine me… Mera chain-o-shakoon takat hazare me… Kya le kar jau main darbar-e-khuda me… Mera sab kuch takat hazare me… Mera kaaba takat hazare me… Mera babba takat hazare me… Main hu na ab mujhme… Kya dunde ab tu mujhme… Mera Dil takat hazare me… Meri jaan takat hazare me… Kya maangu main masjid jake… Meri mannat takat hazare me… Meri Jannat takat hazare me… Kya Geeta phadu, kya Quran phadu… Meri neeyat takat hazare me… Meri aayat takat hazare me… Main chodd ke jau kese usko… Vo baitha takat hazare me… Rhaa dekhe takat hazare me… Main to rahugi satrh uske… Chahye marna takat hazare me… Chahye jeena takat hazare me… Roo na chau pr roo na pau… Meri aankhe takat hazare me… Mere aashu takat hazare me… Kya mhuu dikhaugi main khuda ko… Meri khai kashme takat hazare me… Mere aadhe vaadhe takat hazare me… Kya krugi main jaanat jaake… Mere toote sapne takat hazare me… Mere choote apne takat hazare me… Barish na acchi lge, koi baat na sacchi lge… Aisa kya bhul aai takat...

watch videos here “I don’t want to talk to this guy. He is a potential rapist.” Neha Dhupia said this to other judges of Roadies about me. I am Kabir. I was standing in front of four judges of Roadies for the interview.  “Mr. Kabir, I seriously want to come there and slap you for what have you written in your form.” This was Ranvijay. “There is a question in form. No sex for whole life or rape? And Kabir, your chose the option rape! What the hell wrong with you!” This was Karan Kundra. “You know what! We got thousands of form here and everybody said no! Never! They will never rape a girl. Seriously what the hell wrong with you! Because of people like you, girls are not safe in our country. You are sick! Don’t you have any respect for girls? What if she is your sister damn it! Fuck off! I don’t even want to see your face.” She was Neha madam again. “Nikalo iss yhan se…bhulaya kyu hai iss yhan…” Sushil kumar. They were all looking at me in disdain.  When I was entering ...

Sometimes our life becomes unfriendly with us. Like it doesn’t care about us at all. Like it doesn’t want to be with us anymore. Sometimes life behaves like an annoyed Girlfriend. You even don’t know why it/she is annoyed. But you know something is incomplete which you have to complete but you don’t know what it is. So you are helpless. How can you correct something if you don’t know what is incorrect. You are watching things going wrong. An urge takes birth inside you to make everything right but your hands are tied. Then a point comes when you want to let go everything. Where you want to let go your girlfriend. When you want a breakup. When you want breakup with life. And breakup with life is called suicide. I was at this ultimate point that day.  But I can’t commit suicide. Because I have been at this ultimate point many times. And I know this point, this place and this time. First few times I didn’t commit suicide because I was a coward but then I got to know that this st...

“Next question please” first time he skipped the moment. He saw one more raised hand, the hand of a girl with two bangles, whose sound is very familiar to him. The frequency of this sound seems to match with the frequency of his heart beat… she was Shona. She started speaking as his eyes asked her, “Kabir, I don’t know what wrong is happening with me from last two months. Two months before, I was having a target; my M.D entrance exam. For last 5 years, I was having that target, it kept me working, it kept me moving. It never let me feel tired; it never let my passion left my body. But now I am aimless, now I don’t jump up from bed when I wake up in the morning, now I keep lying in bed without sleep. The work, I used to do as a prayer- treating my patients, now I can’t focus on that also. Now it also seems a burden to me. That target left a vacant space inside me. I don’t find anything that much worth to fill it. I know I need to set a new target but problem is, there is nothing ...

watch videos here Hey, Somya… call me when you are free… need your help… I am completely messed up!!! I saw the above text message on my phone when I reached home around 10 pm from office. It was from my friend Kabir. He is a writer so he messed up most of the time. If this message would be some else’s then I might call them right at the moment thinking that there might be some emergency. But I know Kabir and his messing up. He is a person who would not say I am messed up when he is in a problem, he says this when he is messed up with his words. So I took my time changed and had dinner and then called him.  “Hello, Kabir… how are you? What happened?” “I need your help Somya…” O god! not even a ‘Hello’! He is such a… Ok, leave it! He is like this. “Yeah say, Kabir.” “Listen Somya, I was writing something and I am completely lost now. I will give you a topic and you have to write on it. You have to pour everything in it whatever you think, know and feel about it.” He was...