Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Kaash ajj barish ho jave

Kaash ajj barish ho jave
Tere mere vajood te
Rul javan ae zakhm
Jede mile hann tere jan te…

Kaash ajj barish ho jave
Tere mere hanjuan te
Jede nikale si tere vaaste

Tu mud k ikk vaar vekh lendi
Mian fer v ruka si tere vaaste….

Kaash ajj barish ho jave
Teri ditian yaadan te
Bhul nai paye ajj v tenu
Ta hee baithe han maikhane te…

As said by my friend AMAN : When we are drunk we are more perfect..
Luv ya Always Niks…

Sunday, December 26, 2010

If I am writing about LOVE in my Blog, then I think we are talking about ROSES, CHOCOLATES, RAIN and HOLDING HANDS....
A Love is a sweet feeling shared between two hearts. A feeling so special, so much to feel but yet difficult to express. It can only be expressed with care, tenderness and not by words. We all have a litle kid in our heart which love some one, he/she always dream about. This kid of our's live each day in arm of that angel whom he/she always see.
I hope in my Blog this comming year I might be able to talk about all the different aspects of love. I wish all my readers to get what they dream and if any line written here may help anyone in their love life, the purpose of writing my blog is fulfilled. All my readers are free to use my lines, my poems, ideas to get their love in their life. My words are my wishes to you all, that you may get success which I could not get with my words am writing here. I still wonder some times when I get mail from my reader that my liner helped them to get along with their love ones where as I could not get my girl back with any of these lines...
Sad still life has to run. it has to run whether on a sea shore sandy kind of path or like a bare foot walk on a way of thorns... This life has to go on till I get into the grasp of Death.....
With Love,

Denied Love

Once love was offered by me
as never before
but her thirst for money

had no time for such bore

So I went on working hard
and went away from her sight....
Then one day she realized
she had no meaning in life

So she came back
and offered me her love
which was then turned away
as Denied love?

I say!
Love the love from heart not from brain...
In the end of the day all you need is Love and your love ones...


There is one very important proverb " Failure is the Pillar of Success ". Most of use might be very familiar with this saying but how many of us apply this in real life? Very rare. We just say this saying is just to motivate or giving inspiration. But, i say this saying has real power if we think seriously. This is the true fact that " Every Success story has a great Failure experience ".
Tom Watson Sr  of IBM said," If you want to succeed, double your failure rate."   If we go back in time or if we search the history, we will find that almost all stories of great personalities are also the stories of greatest failures. But, we don't see failures. We only see the end result and think that the person got lucky: 'He might have been at the right place at the right time', this is what we think, but we ignore to see his struggles, labour, determination, will power, effort etc to make him successful. Most, importantly, we are blind to see his failures. 
This is the story of a man who failed in business at the age of 21; was defeated in a legislative race at 22; failed again in business at 24; got departed from his sweetheart at 26; had a nervous breakdown at 27; lost a congressional race at 34; lost a senatorial race at 45; failed in an effort to become vice-president at 47; lost a senatorial race again at 49; (Upto now, you might be thinking, this guy is the best loser as he has been losing in whatever he attempted), but he was elected as the president of United States of America at the age of 52. And he was non other than ABRAHAM LINCOLN..

Saturday, December 25, 2010

The two Stories of the millenium

For this year 2010: the last blog post with a true love story
social networking has changed our life and way of thinking. How we meet friendsw how we communicate is totally dependent these days on our scrap, wall and likes... sometime tweet. We had changed ourself to a social networking gadgets. But to understand where are we going, we must know the true story behind how these social networks were formed...
The True Story….
A guy lost his girlfriend in a train accident…. but the gal’s name nowhere appeared in the dead list. This guy grew up n became IT technical architect in his late 20′s, achievemnt in itself!!. He hired devlopers from the whole globe and plan to make a software where he could search for his gf through the web…Things went as planned…n he found her, after losing millions of dollars and 3 long years!! It was time to shut down the search operation, when the CEO of Google had a word with this guy n took over this application, This Software made a whopping 1 billion dolar profit in its first year, which we today know as ORKUT. The guy’s name is ORKUT BUYUKKOTEN. Yes its named after him only. Today he is paid a hefty sum by Google for the things we do like scrapping, Forum Posting etc., He is expected to b the richest person by 2009. ORKUT BUYUKKOTEN today has 13 assistants to monitor his scrapbook & 8 to monitor his friends-list. He gets around 20,000 friend-requests a day…….
The official website of the man behind ORKUT: http://www.stanford.edu/~orkut/

Mark Zuckerberg wrote Facemash, the predecessor to Face book, on October 28, 2003, while attending Harvard as a sophomore. According to The Harvard Crimson, the site was comparable to Hot or Not, and "used photos compiled from the online facebooks of nine houses, placing two next to each other at a time and asking users to choose the 'hotter' person".

The site was quickly forwarded to several campus group list-servers, but was shut down a few days later by the Harvard administration. Zuckerberg was charged by the administration with breach of security, violating copyrights, and violating individual privacy, and faced expulsion.

Zuckerberg expanded on this initial project that semester by creating a social study tool ahead of an art history final, by uploading 500 Augustan images to a website, with one image per page along with a comment section. He opened the site up to his classmates, and people started sharing their notes.To accomplish this, Zuckerberg hacked into the protected areas of Harvard's computer network, and copied the houses' private dormitory ID images. Harvard at that time did not have a student "facebook" (a directory with photos and basic information). Facemash attracted 450 visitors and 22,000 photo-views in its first four hours online.

Membership was initially restricted to students of Harvard College, and within the first month, more than half the undergraduate population at Harvard was registered on the service. In March 2004, Facebook expanded to Stanford, Columbia, and Yale. It soon opened to the other Ivy League schools, Boston University, New York University, MIT, and gradually most universities in Canada and the United States.


Friday, December 17, 2010

In Chennai

For the promotion of my book. Happy to see it everywhere on the stalls all across the country.
Thanks to all readers to appreciate my work and making it a loveable one and with  all my readers , approx. 10,000 copies of the novel has been sold out and second impression is already on the stands. Thanks for reading.
With love and care: Niks

Monday, December 6, 2010


Now since it’s been a year I am torn apart and left alone,
There are many questions which are repeatedly asked by many people....
Yet to be answered but this silence is like a good answer and yes there are 

Some things better to be left undone....

A confession for my readers …
"The last poem' in my novel "my love never faked…" is really my last poem and was gifted to my girl on my breakup...
I really mean my words.. Yes truly it was my last poem and since then I had stopped writing poems...
All poems which you read and are going to read in my forthcoming novels are written long back by for her... stored.. Gifted... they all are close to my heart…
To end this note I would like to share one of my short hindi poem with you:
Teri ankhon ke moti abhi bhi sambhaal rakhe hain,
Teri yaadon se aj bhi aksar mil liya karte hain,
Kaafir na samajhna mujhe e- dost,
Dukh mujhe bhi hai tere jaane ka,
Fark itna hai in ankhoon ko nahi ata hai ,
Ansuon se jataane ka….

And now after a year when I see back:

When it comes to me I never quit
I live, love and lost
But this end I never met...
She said I never cared..
But I say….
 "I care for myself"...

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Sunday, December 5, 2010

To my readers..

It changed as I was left alone...
I am forced to be lonely
when you were gone..
It changes from writing for you..
To my readers..
There were times
ur thought were my creepers…
In a lonely night..
With my sadness I cried
And sometimes I do fight..
To make you win
I make myself a looser
They hold me with their love..
They are my readers
This life been dedicated for you…
Hope you might had knew this
something here this or may be few

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Poem: “11 roses and a fake one”

I said that I will love you
till the last one dies
Coz I don’t want to lose you

Now I look back and say the same
I always smile to hide my pain
Don’t forget me may be I was bad
Don’t lose what we had
Now whatever happens
I will never forget...

Sunday, November 21, 2010


With her fingertips enclose the knob of the door. Icy to the touch, she could almost feel the cold winds of death upon the house whose door the ex-inhabitant so foolishly had left open. It was almost as though she'd been invited in to join the voices just beyond the door. She twisted the knob, forcing the blood on her hands to stain the surface of the sphere, and silently enter the house.

She stepped in, closing the door behind her and getting a better look of the area around; before her was something like a hallway, that had a door once on each side. They lead to bathrooms. At the end of the hall was living area, and hidden out of view on the other side of the wall was a kitchen. To the left of the hall, leading out into the entry where he stood, were the stairs that the two were sitting on.

She blinked- they'd whispered something inaudible to her ears and ran back up the stairs. She would have pursued immediately, however, her attention was drawn away by the sound of an older voice, which she recognized to her Dad' she'd thought about him previously.
She looked over at the male; he was about the same height to her. Shriya's dark glance was met by two cold grey eyes- the male repeated his question.

"Where were you?"

Shriya's control herself back into that maddened grin. She made no vocal responce, simply shifted to face. She knew that his father suspected him of doing something, tried to adress him for some she promptly refused.


"Shut up, Shriya!"

"Don't tell me to shut up, you old man!"

She returned the favor by kicking him in the shin. "OW.. GET OUT OF HERE! Go to your room! Or... Go bug that bastard! This relation is over!" her dad growled back, being verbally abusive to his own child out of habit.

But, this merciful gesture was gone rather quickly, as she remembered she had to operate in a timely manner to avoid further detection, ah she needed to be aborted at time. Her hair was a sort of black color, leaning more to the right side of the scale. Shriya look at her Dad again.

Without so much as a word, he stood tall, eyes upon his prey. He shrugged the cloak off a tad so his shoulders were free- he knew that this time, he'd have to use the other hand. The chainsaw gear shone in the ceiling lights and was reflected in his eyes; even for somebody so stupid, he was able to grasp the entirety of the situation, and when Shriya took a few steps her way and raised her arm.

She didn't care much as she knew that to end this unborn’s life is not so tough for her rich father. Satisfied, Shriya presumed to finish her business downstairs; as soon as she was done, she treads through the blood puddles in the hallway and up the stairs, staining the upstairs carpet with bloody footprints. She heard a few vaguely familiar voices as she walked to one side of the room. She heard shuffling, and someone was crying- they may have come to know the mess while she was enjoying around, she figured.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Thanks to ebay to pick the product...

ebay link

Book Summary of My LOVE Never Faked Trust Me I Still Love You

Unknowingly Abhi molest his 5 year relationship with Priya by confusing himself to Ellen, a beautiful American girl.
Without any exchange of sperm, Abhi for fun tattooed Ellen s name on his chest which becomes his pain for lifetime but this become the reason for misunderstandings with Priya further.
Do Priya forgive Abhi for his mistakes ?
Do love between Priya and Abhi last forever
If oove is a feeling then, is it conditional and so demanding?
If love ends with two people living alone
Does it happen with Priya and Abhi too?
My Love Never Faked is a cute story of love between two hearts beating for one reasond called together
Two I so called weDetails of Book: My LOVE Never Faked Trust Me I Still Love You
Book: My LOVE Never Faked Trust Me I Still Love You
Author: Nikhil Mahajan
Cover Price : Rs.100
ISBN: 9380349229
ISBN-13: 9789380349229, 978-9380349229
Binding: Paperback
Publisher: Srishti Publication
Language: English

Few lines from next manuscript...

Let me die and rest in peace,

This memory of your,
Then will end this tease,
I try to suicide every day,
My friends say why u stone in every way....

Few lines from next manuscript.. of mine....'
plz use it
with appreciation and by authors name...

enjoy... and love

Saturday, September 25, 2010


Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl but at that time he was just a small person in his life, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to some metro and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then...

The guy got dishearten and with due course of time he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hard work and with the help of friends, this guy set somehow in his life...
{Few years later}
On one rainy day, while the guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury car. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore. He had his own company, car, fame etc. which he had made it in life!

Before the elderly could go away the guy got out of his car and followed them...
And he saw his ex-girlfriend photograph smiling as sweetly as ever in their hands...
Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked where she is?? With a pause they tell guy that she is no more… The guy asked them why this had happened.
They explained, she did not leave for any place at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.
 The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Story Covered:

14th September, Jammu., Interviewing the Media.

The start by correspondent:
Nikhil Mahajan, a Physiotherapy graduate with over 1 year of professional experience and currently perusing his masters in the same, has launched his first extensive piece of fictional writing in form of a novel called “my love never faked….” in the Indian market.

Nikhil says:
”my love never faked….” is the journey of Abhi’s life and his relation with Priya where Ellen a beautiful American girl confuse him for his relation which further molest his 5 year relation with Priya. The story progresses further with Abhi trying his best to get his girl back. The story includes many beautiful incidents which Abhi share with his friends altogether working for his relation and his self-realization and decoding life in its various human forms. Abhi after being alone because of his deeds then discovers various facets of love, hate, sacrifice and other varying emotions across a series of personal encounters that touch his life in capital city.
Making full use of his in-depth understanding, Nikhil uses Indian fiction style to highlight a young love story, a lively friend’s circle and a youth battling for his existence in the society, moreover story also highlights the use of internet by the youth in different aspects. “my love never faked…” subtly touches the strings of most beautiful human emotion called love, which gets entangled in confusions over tempted lures of one night stand.
Nikhil Says:
Speaking about his book, Nikhil Mahajan, author of “my love never faked…” says, while the book remains a work of fiction, I have tried to give a realistic edge to every character portrayed in it. The novel deals with love life, which is so beautifully woven and knitted into exciting plots that most of the individuals who reads the novel will take time to dig deeper and can easily somehow correlate into themselves and he hope the readers will find the story line fascinating and the characters will make it an interesting read.
The book is available at all major bookstores across India at a price of Rs. 100/- under Srishti Publications.
Ending note by Correspondent:
About the author:
Mr. Nikhil has always been passionate about writing and being from that part of the country where link of fiction literary in youth is missing, he has taken his professional career to many parts across the country. He finds this experience of his very relevant while giving shape to his stories. This is his first attempt at writing a full-fledged fiction novel. It is his overwhelming belief and intense desire to tap deeply into the realities of today’s life and to empower his readers that drives him to write.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Life has many colours...

"You really don't care Niks..
All you care is yourself and your self respect..."

And she went on with her life and giving a pause to my world...
We never met since then....

It was painful but I could not forget the words uttered
The heart taking....
"Will u ever grow up in ur life...." with a bye note
I really could not answer it...
And there was time when I discourage myself thinking-" It is true??"

I try to forget but can't.....
Nothing could help me out.....

And then i wrote
"You gave me love and took my life                            Signing my first autograph
If  I would not had loved you
It would be so nice.."

Life has many colours...
Still many to come
This is not the end
Always niks....

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


It started few years back, when everything was so young, so new, and so fresh.
I fell in love with a gal who I never knew what she really felt for me. I loved her quietly and trying to keep the feeling that was killing me.
But then time came when i had to spoke it out but I didn’t hesitate to tell i loved her, now if u asked what she answered back "sorry if i forgot maybe it was because of too much pain i felt that time". From then on I tried to forget my feelings for her and everything about her. I tried to be casual to her but never tried to be friend with her.
During those times I had to go on even though it’s hard to moved on especially when everyday u think about the person that caused the pain.
My b'day came, I didn’t expect that she would asked me to go out with her ,but she did asked me(to the tune of ”I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE RAIN…).

One time that I will never forget my first and last date with her.
Time came for breakup and I was forced to say “final GOODBYE" to that painful thing in my life.

I thought it will be more easier moving on without her but now after a year, I thought I moved on and already set my heart free.

But every time i remember her name and every time memories flashback the pain is still there and DAMN I still love her .

But now something has changed....me or feelings....
Should I accept her if she comes back???

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Available at market...!!!

Official date
1 September 2010

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Treasure what you have...

Time is too slow for those who wait;

Too swift for those who fear;

Too long for those who grief;

Too short for those who rejoice;

But for those who love...

Time is Eternity.

For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realize , it is too late..



There was this guy who believed in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.

Every year on his b’day, his ex-girlfriend would return from other place to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it.

Still, every B’day, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned back feeling disappointed.

Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved.

Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them.

Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl never return anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life..... still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.

On the B’day, he went to his friend's party alone.

"Hey, how come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that little babe who stood up near you and joins you every B’day?", asked one of his friend.

He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her, still he just surged on. Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He wanted so much to ignore her ..... not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.

"Hi......how are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.

"Sure.....yeah!", he replied...... must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued,
"Why...? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?"

Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore......"
Before he can continue, he was interrupted, "Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven't been searching for one for the past years, right?" The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl. He replied, "Yes......you are right! I haven't been looking for anyone for the past years."

A tear fell down his eyes...
He knew that she will never came back again...

As she died in a head-on car collision with a drunken driver"...........