The Mad Meet

The Mad people got invited on a beach for their annual mad meet. There were excited to meet each other , ready to discuss, argue and find a way forward.

They spent thirty five hours one way and forty one on the other, some traveled extreme north to south, doing bharat darshan. From the cold of north to shorts on the beach.  The view from the terrace was amazing but same cannot be said about the food. There were discussions and no point arguments.There were nodding of heads wether in agreement and disagreement no one knows.

The shorter sessions and long breaks, no peace at the peaceful center. The beaches and songs, the carried forward discussions, the team of young with old.

Lets go ahead from one Mad year to the other. 

Ek pagal kavita

Bus yuhi likh dali,
samajhe ne ke liye dimaag na lagaye or line ke beech mein padhe


Door se dekha to laga ghar hai paas aakar dekha to Antharashtriyaa Hawaii adaa tha

Piya humne paani saada diya bill bisleri ka

Na dekhi shakal na aakal sirf dikhi safedi ki chamkar

Jaago pagal log jaago!!!!

Bheeje humne inko khat hazaar phir bhi  rakhi nahi inke laaj,

Humme dhokha diya to diya, ek aadhe piyakad ko bhi nahi choda

Jinko logon ne kaha shaktishali,  unki baana di inhone qwaali

Na aaya paisa na aaye shaan bus aaya to fir safedi ki chamkar

Hum ghoome galli galli inhone kiya bharat bhraman....

Bus kehno ko kuch bacha nahi.... or aap bhi kuch na kahe

Jo haale dil waahan hai waahi haale dil yaahan hai....