Okay, today I'm going to talk about Mohali city
Whose mere mention of the name will bring down Pity
It tries to be like Chandigarh, but Chandigarh is Number 1
Father will be a father, Mohali can max. be Chandigarh's son
Koi kehnda MOHALI, koi kehnda SAS NAGAR
Ethe sadakaan te khule khumde ne Dangaar
Na kisse nu driving sense, na kisse kol License
Is it Modern Pind or Backward Sehr, eh bahut wada Suspense
Mohali das teri kis gal te maan kara?
Har sadak teri tuti, das kehra raah fara?
Mohali wich na light, har kaam di fight
In mohali all are wrong, no one is right
Paaga toh jayda Mohali wich hair gel vikde
5-5 inch de doleyan wale "Standard Bullet with alloys" te dekhde
Muccha rakhi kundeya te nakli Ray-Ban ve layi
Chalo, if they feel good, its okay with me Bai
Land was alloted to world class ISB
Ohde zameen v Badal sarkaar kha gayi
Hun kehnde, 'We'll give them another land'
Pata nahi kis Kisaan di hun vajange band
All Mohalite's say that they live in Chandigarh
It's obvious that many are not so proud of SAS-Nagar
I know it's hard living under the shadow of India's best City
"Chandigarh - The Best" ...... Rest is all Shitty
MOHALI as a city is thaan thaan Gopal
Please don't cry Mohali-waseyo, eh lo fado rumaal
Mohali will also rise when pigs will start Flying
"Mohali is Best, Mohali is great" << C'mon stop lying
Few of the Mohali's so-called 'Not to miss places'
SILVI Park- It should be renamed as 'Groping' park for the obvious reason
Katani Sweets- Fuck it down
Sittal's- Okay, the babe at the counter is sexy
Oceanic and Gold Gym- YAWN without even opening my mouth
PCA Stadium- The only PLUS in Mo-HELL-I and I have heard it will be shifted to the outskirts of Chandigarh.... Sorry Guys
It is said that 'ROME was not built in a day' .... But I guess Mohali was
- J.Walia
May 31, 2010
May 16, 2010
Why do I ..... ?
Why Do I CRY?
I don’t CRY because I don’t have a Life I should
It’s better than many who want to be like me, if they could
I don’t CRY because, in life, I took many wrong decisions
When I took them, they were right as per my reasons.
My reason of crying is still unknown
I guess I’ve to find the answers all by my own.
I let go my haters even though they leave me high and dry
I don’t want to punish anyone, so I silently CRY.
Life has its reasons, life has its explanation
God really suck at ‘Permutation and Combination’
I don’t know which software God uses to grant success
I want to complaint about God, where do I address?
Why do I SULK?
I don’t SULK because my girl left my throne
She moved forward only to leave me alone.
I don’t sulk because my love was true, and she betrayed
In the end her real love and feelings were rightly conveyed
I SULK because what she did was ethically wrong
How could she steal the lyrics of my copyrighted song?
She didn’t break my heart, she completely damaged my soul
She changed the leading actor of her life to play my role.
She went back to square one, I remained on ground zero
I became the villain of her life when she found a new hero
I always wanted her to be happy either with or without me
I hope she remains happy, forever, with her new ‘HE’.
Why do I SOB?
I don’t SOB because God took my Dad away from me
He probably did it because he needed him more than me
I don’t SOB because, for my tears, I need an escape route
Without my dad, my life has become very dilute
I SOB because he died right in my helpless arms
He bid adieu while holding my shivering palms
I SOB because I wasn’t able to become a perfect Son
He was a true Idol; he was and will always be my No. 1
I still find him sitting next to me all smiling and happy
I want to go back in time so that, once again, he can change my nappy
I know he’s sitting with God and blessing me from above
Papa, thanks for coming in my life, thanks for your Love
Life is a poem rhymed and recited by God
Some say he’s real; some have stamped him as fraud
If he’s the player of my game, why isn’t he playing well?
I guess I’m not his favourite child, yes, I can tell.
Life doesn’t end with death because it never started with birth
I hope one day I’ll prove my worth to be on this earth.
Maybe what I need is inner peace, harmony and strength
Mark my words >> One day, my haters will repent
- J.Walia
I don’t CRY because I don’t have a Life I should
It’s better than many who want to be like me, if they could
I don’t CRY because, in life, I took many wrong decisions
When I took them, they were right as per my reasons.
My reason of crying is still unknown
I guess I’ve to find the answers all by my own.
I let go my haters even though they leave me high and dry
I don’t want to punish anyone, so I silently CRY.
Life has its reasons, life has its explanation
God really suck at ‘Permutation and Combination’
I don’t know which software God uses to grant success
I want to complaint about God, where do I address?
Why do I SULK?
I don’t SULK because my girl left my throne
She moved forward only to leave me alone.
I don’t sulk because my love was true, and she betrayed
In the end her real love and feelings were rightly conveyed
I SULK because what she did was ethically wrong
How could she steal the lyrics of my copyrighted song?
She didn’t break my heart, she completely damaged my soul
She changed the leading actor of her life to play my role.
She went back to square one, I remained on ground zero
I became the villain of her life when she found a new hero
I always wanted her to be happy either with or without me
I hope she remains happy, forever, with her new ‘HE’.
Why do I SOB?
I don’t SOB because God took my Dad away from me
He probably did it because he needed him more than me
I don’t SOB because, for my tears, I need an escape route
Without my dad, my life has become very dilute
I SOB because he died right in my helpless arms
He bid adieu while holding my shivering palms
I SOB because I wasn’t able to become a perfect Son
He was a true Idol; he was and will always be my No. 1
I still find him sitting next to me all smiling and happy
I want to go back in time so that, once again, he can change my nappy
I know he’s sitting with God and blessing me from above
Papa, thanks for coming in my life, thanks for your Love
Life is a poem rhymed and recited by God
Some say he’s real; some have stamped him as fraud
If he’s the player of my game, why isn’t he playing well?
I guess I’m not his favourite child, yes, I can tell.
Life doesn’t end with death because it never started with birth
I hope one day I’ll prove my worth to be on this earth.
Maybe what I need is inner peace, harmony and strength
Mark my words >> One day, my haters will repent
- J.Walia
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