Magic Mukul

Kya karegi tu ghar se nikalke, jaaegi tu kahaan,
Kya dekhegi tu Taj Mahal ko, main na hoon jo wahaan,
Kya nazar aur kya nazaare, kuchh nahin inmein baat,
Nagri-nagri kya dhoondegi, main nahi jo tere saath.

Kabhi aana tu meri gully
Tujhe palkon pe rakhoonga ji.
Baat dil ki karoon Hindustani jo hoon,
Jab jee chaahe to aaja na jee.
Kabhi aana tu meri gully-2

Kya karegi tu Kashmir jaake, swarg tera yahaan
Kya baithegi tu Ganga-kinaare, main na hoon jo wahaan.
Kya ye jannat, kya ye teerath, kuchh nahin tere kaam
Ho jaaenge dhaam saare, legi jab mera naa-ha-ha-ha-haam.

Kabhi aana tu meri gully
Tujhe palkon pe rakhoonga ji.
Baat dil ki karoon Hindustani jo hoon,
Jab jee chaahe to aaja na jee.
Kabhi aana tu meri gully-2

Tujhe dil mein basaa loonga ji
Mere dil ke mohalle mein aake dil lagaake to jaa
Saari gullian tujhe hee pukaarein, aake to sun zaraa.
Na chinar hai, na pahadh hai, na samunder yahaan,
Phir bhi shahron ka shahar hai, main rahoon jo yahaan.

Kabhi aana tu meri gully
Tujhe palkon pe rakhoonga ji.
Baat dil ki karoon Hindustani jo hoon,
Jab jee chaahe to aaja na jee.
Kabhi aana tu meri gully-2

Baat dil ki kahoon aur dil se hee sunoo…
Baat dil ki kahoon tere dil mein rahoon…

Debate 08
Extremism in defense of justice is no vice.
Against the motion


Ist innings

First of all, I would like to apologize as I have not been able to prepare for this debate. The format of the debate is such that it was a logistical impossibility for me and Himanshu to practice together. In fact, I feel the format of the debate has done a great injustice has been done to me. And as the topic of the debate is Extremism in defense of justice is not a vice, I can go to any extreme to defend justice. And the most extreme measure which I can currently think of is to get some tomatoes from the cafe and throw them at the person who decided to with this format. So right now the question before the house is whether I should be allowed to throw tomatoes as it would not be a vice, or should I be restrained as it may be a vice after all.


2nd innings

As many of the previous speakers have pointed out, justice is subjective. If i see it from the judges point of view, they just wanted SAASC speakers to bond better. Now, what could Raina do if Himanshu and I are not made for each other. Just my luck.
Look at Kshitij and GSB, each and every move appeared to have been practised for nights together. True Mechanchis. Keep the Mechanchi Flag flying high.
And its official now. SAASC is an active supporter of liberal rights movement.
"Please stop trying to recruit me into homosexuality."
Anyways, thanks for having me. Have a gay day :)

Debate 07
American interventionism in Afghanistan is neo-imperialism
against the motion

I would like to start wid an analogy. Afghanistan is like Aishwarya Rai. Aishwarya was fucked by A and then by B and finally loved by AB. Similarly Afghanistan was fucked by Russia, and then by Pakistan and finally is being loved by America.

You love someone, but she spurns you. You are reconciled to that, as long as she does not rub it in further by showing interest in someone else. How will you express these feelings ?
Look no further than the lyrics of this song. The more I go through the lyrics, the more impressed I am with the lyricist. How coherently he expresses the feelings of a jilted lover.
This song has quite deservingly, become a classic.


Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Ab Agar Mael Nahin Hai To Judaai Bhi Nahin
Baat Todi Bhi Nahin Tumne Banai Bhi Nahin
Yeh Sahara Hi Bahut Hai Mere Jeene Ke Liye
Tum Agar Meri Nahin Ho To Parayi Bhi Nahin
Mere Dil Ko Na Saraaho Mere Dil Ko Na Saraaho
To Koi Baat Nahin To Koi Baat Nahin
Gair Ke Dil Ko Saraahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Haseen Ho Tumhe Sab Pyar Bhi Karte Honge
Maein Jo Marta Hoon To Kya Aur Bhi Marte Honge
Sabki Aankhon Mein Issi Shaukh Ka Toofan Hoga
Sabke Seene Mein Yahi Dard Ubharte Honge
Mere Gham Mein Na Karaaho Mere Gham Mein Na Karaaho
To Koi Baat Nahin To Koi Baat Nahin
Aur Ke Gham Mein Karaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
phool ki tarah hanso sabki nigahon me raho
apni maasoom jawani ki panahon me raho
mujhko wo din na dikhana tumhe apni hi kasam
main tarasta rahoon tum gair ki baahon me raho
tum jo mujhse na nibaho tum jo mujhse na nibaho
to koi baat nahi to koi baat nahi
kisi dushman se nibahogi to mushkil hogi
tum kisi aur ko chahogi to mushkil hogi
Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi

English Translation

I do not mind if you do not like me, but I certainly mind if you start liking someone else.
We are not friends, so there is no question of us separating, you have neither broken not formed anything between us. This is enough for me to live. You are not mine, nor are you someone else’s.
I do not mind if you do not praise me, I surely mind if you start praising someone else.
You are beautiful, there are many who love you. I am your admirer, but I may not be the only one.There may be many who may be having similar feelings about you.I do not mind if you do not empathise with my sorrows, but I certainly mind if you start empathising with the sorrows of someone else.
I wish you the best of luck in your life, but I hope I will not have to see a day when I am craving for you but you are in the arms of some stranger. I do not mind if you cannot live with me, but I certainly mind if you start living with an enemy.

Is it okay to ask your nurse out? Readers, I seek your guidance on this monumental question which has been tormenting me lately. Due to the good I must have done in my previous lifetime, I landed up at Fortis hospital. All was fine, and by that I mean nothing out of ordinary happened, till the shift of the nurses changed. The clock said 8 pm and in she walked into the room and hence my life. I was barely in a position to stare. I was waking up just for going to the washroom and planned on going back to sleep. But just like out of a story, I was awake at the precise time she entered and could do nothing but stare. That was the first encounter. You`d think that the last thing a person with dengue would have on their mind is checking out their nurse. Well...u thought wrong.

The next day was spent scolding myself for not paying attention to her name tag. Ahem, you see, I was too busy looking at her face. She had a kind of face which is always smiling no-matter when you look. Her smile lit up the world. And the radiance just forces you to smile back. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the cute pony tail she had. In short, I think I had fallen head over heels for her. She came, she saw, and she conquered and I still did not have the name because alas, I couldn’t read without my glasses. Dengue patients wouldn’t normally need glasses. The classes were in some goddamn cupboard. The next day and I almost asked the day nurse what the name of night nurse was. But then that would be making it too obvious. I just held back. I was in far better shape when she came in next. Had been improving by leaps and bounds. I made some small talk. Where did she live etc etc. My Father jumped into the conversation suddenly . He had been stoically at my side since my illness, making sure everything works out. But alas, he is better at conversation. ‘What now?’ ,I thought. ‘Do I have to compete with my father for attention. Father, go back to your paper please.’ Shit. Another night had gone and I still did not know her name. My health had improved a lot. That night would have probably been my last night .I was desperately waiting for 8 pm. Father wasn’t there. He had gone to grab a bite. Finally, I thought I would make some conversation. 9 pm -dinner came in. 10 pm -no clue of her. 11pm -another sister comes in to give medicine. I painstakingly realized that my last day was her off day too. I got discharged the next day. Just as I was leaving on a wheel chair, she was coming in. she probably had a day shift. I accused her of abandoning me the night before. She said it was her night off. All I could say was bye. She raised her hand in greeting and off went my chair. I just remember a particularly trying time in my illness when we all had a scare. My platelets count fell down a lot and I needed an infusion. She was there, gently caressing my arm, so that the liquid could go in faster, and her radiant smile reassuring me that it would be okay. Did she do that for everybody, the smile, the hop, the calming conversation? I guess so. But maybe, just maybe, I was special to her too. By the way, while I was waving to her, I finally did get the name….

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I was lucky enough that my Dengue fever cured after just 1 transfusion. My neighbour is suffering from Dengue and she already has had 3 transfusions. And my doctor told me that she recently had a case who required 21 transfusions. If given a chance please do donate blood. it can make a lot of difference to somebody