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feeling like nothing, not getting what to do, I can't access myself. I am not getting what i am capable of doing and what not. for the situation of mine i want to write a song, a song just for me and my condition.

jana hai google mein, jana hain mujhko yaaron google mein
pata nahin infy ka bhi jana hai magar google mein
rote rote, rote hi rahenge, par infy mein coolie nahin banenge
jana hai mujhe google mein, yaaron mujhe
jaana hai google mein, chalao koi chakkar yaaron, patao
yaaron larry ko, ki jaana hai mujhko google mein

itna bhi hum barbad nahin hain, ata bhale hi humein kuch khas nahin
back bhale hi 2 ho par, year back to nahin hai yaaron,
ki jaana hai yaaron mujhko google mein.

deewane bane phirte hain hum, din bhar ghuma karte hain hum
object hain hum, class awara ke, function hamare hain sabse nirale
pointers hain hum beauty ke, structure hain hum fundon ke,

rote rote, rote hi rahenge, par infy mein coolie nahin banenge yaaron
jana hai mujhe google mein, yaaron
jaana hai mujhko google mein, chalao koi chakkar, patao
yaaron larry ko, ki jaana hai mujhko google mein

Jaana mujhko Google Mein........

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