She herself is a baby!!

I was talking to a friend a couple of days back. We were talking about his girlfriend and he said "she herself is a baby" and he repeated it 3 times in 5 mins. I told him that you can't marry a baby or you have to wait till she turns 18.

We laughed but it kept me thinking that why every lover says his girl is a kid or a baby or they just call each other 'baby'. But why?? Being an engineer my mind started to search a logic or a valid reason behind it. ;)

First of all i hate ıf someone calls me baby ( might be a reason I am still single ) or ıf hear someone calling other 'baby'. Though my Bhabs' pet name is 'baby' but that is something different. So I come back to my topic, why is it that lovers call each other baby? I think it is because we love to be cared and treated like a baby.

We in our normal day to day life keep fighting with circumstances to earn more, to get a better position at work. Everyone expects us to behave like a mature boy/girl. But our inner kid wants to be pampered, loved and cared like a baby. They want to be shown concerned ıf they are not well, not had their meal. They behave like that child whom they can't show in front of other. All of us miss being a kid, jumping around because we want something, shout when happy and cry hard when sad, annoy everyone whenever we want. None can do this with everyone, so they do it in front of those whom they love and care and trust.

This is cute when you care and treat your loved one's as a kid.

But its public display is a bit awkward for the person like me.
P.S. : Don't ever dare to call me a baby, you will regret it on your nose.

I am sorry!!

Sorry!! A word which has lost its true meaning now a days.

Some people use it as ıf they have excess stock of 'sorry' and say it for everything.

Some people (including kids) never say sorry. Even ıf you tell them their mistake, they will not say sorry. Such is the ego of people. They care for their ego more than relation.

There are some who never accept their mistakes. They believe that they can't be wrong. Even they close their eyes seeing others in pain and believe that they have not seen anything.

Then there are some who do mistakes, realise it later, say sorry but never think before hurting others again.

It comes into their habbit. They never consider others' state of mind and situations before saying anything and hurting them. I am not sure how much they mean a 'sorry'. Saying sorry and again hurting them explains that you dint mean it last sorry.

I remember a scene  from 'Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara' when Farhan asks Hritik, "How many times I have to say sorry before you forgive me."
And Hritik replies, "Till the day you say it from your heart."

If you are saying sorry just for the sake of saying and not from your heart it means nothing.

Say it to mean it. Don't let this word lose its real meaning.

We care for you !!

We have so many people around us. Some care for us, some ignore us, some love us but don't show, some show but don't love.

We feel bad for those who ignore us and despite of caring so much we don't get same from them.

Some becomes over protective to tell that they care. While some find it very difficult to interact while someone in trouble and they find themselves helpless to bring others out of the problem.

In my perspective, most of the time, if someone is in problem, they don't want people to offer them help. Or, they don't expect anyone to wave their magic wand and make their problems disappear (sometimes they do). All they want is their friend or well wisher or both to stand by them in every situation.

I personally feel very weak if someone tries to help me. It makes me hate myself that I am not able to fight. Or sometimes it makes me hate others too because I am not happy with myself. 

I know that everyone has their own battle to fight and basically nobody will fight it for you. But sometimes, knowing that people care for you and are there with you is the best help.

When people who are very close to you stop communication, then it hurts. They are not expecting you to show them any solution or feel pity that you are not able to solve their problem.

A person in problem is fighting with world. And is not ready to lose. What they want in return is RESPECT. When you try to protect such person you disrespect them.

So stand next to your friend if he/she is in problem and make him/her believe in him/herself. Don't break their trust and listen them carefully when they need someone to listen them.

And say "We care for you" only when you mean it.

Jashn-e-Ghulam Ali

17 Nov 2013 a milestone was achieved, a dream came true and that was to listen Ghulam Ali Sahab Live. 

Jash-e-Ghulam Ali.. When I heard about the show on FM, I decided to go without giving a second thought.

Surprisingly same day later in the evening my brother asked me "Ghulam Ali ka show hai, chalogi kya?" And without discussing much we booked 4 tickets (Bhai, Bhabs, Mee and my younger sis). 

I was so excited for the show and as the date is coming closer I was feeling more excited. Finally, the day arrived. Bhabs was not well but she decided to join us. (Such is the magic of Ghulam Ali Sahab) 

Show timing was 7 o'clock. It was 6 and we were at home only. Bhai was shouting, you girls can never get ready on time. And we were like 'only 5 more mins' :D

We reached "Shanmukhanand Hall" at 7:10 PM. We did online booking hence we had to search a place where we could get ticket. We asked my Sis and Bhabs to stand at a place while we collect tickets. I was asking same from a security wale uncle, I heard a very humble voice from behind "Janab zara gaadi andar karni hai" I was in hurry and was more worried for tickets I simply moved to another side and didn't bother to turn and see the person. Bhai said "He is Roop Kumar Rathore" I turned and saw a person in Black Kurta, "Mr. Roop Kumar Rathore". I took a sigh of relief it means we are not late. :D

We collected our ticket and found our way to audi.  Ghulam Ali Sahab was not on stage, while some musicians were performing their piece of Tabla and flute.

7:45 PM and Ghulam Ali Sahab entered the stage every one stood and applauded for this living legend of Ghazals of our time. After some felicitation by guests and minister, Ghulam Ali Sahab was all set with his harmonium.

First Ghazal he sang was "Teri baatein sunane aaye hain.." Honestly, I didn't listen this Ghazal before but I was fascinated by his voice and the very known andaaz of presenting ghazals. 

Before starting second ghazal Khan sahab said "ye meri farmaish pe ap sunenge , fir farmaishein bhi sunenge, ye meri farmaishi hai, pehle ye sun lein" He started "Fir usi Rahguzaar par shayad.." and thought chalo, minimum one ghazal I have listened. 

Before starting every ghazal he was telling the 'Raag' of the ghazal (which I don't understand :D) and also mentioning the name of poet. 

Third Ghazal he sang was Dil me ek leher si uthi hai abhi..  and as his trademark he said "leher ke andaz pesh karunga gale se, ginte rahiyega..." I counted 15 then lost into ghazal and forgot to count all. :D 

Then he asked audience for our farmaish.. the audi echoed with so many popular ghazals and he sang almost all the ghazals requested.. Faasle aise bhi.. Ye baatein jhoothi baatein (nazm).. Hum tere sheher mei.. Kitni muddat baad.. Jab tassawur mera chupke se.. Kal chaudhavi ki raat.. 

He remembered Jagjit Singh Sahab also.. In between he was talking to Roop Kumar and Sonali Rathore too. 

Once he asked the cameraman to stop his recording because it was disturbing him.

He was entertaining us not only with his singing but also interacting with audience, cracking some jokes and making atmosphere humorous too.

Then he said "ye ek ghazal aur pesh karta hu, idhar se farmaish huyi thi, mai bhool gaya tha, bohot achhi ghazal hai ye bhi..suniyega"  and sang Huyi hai shaam do aankhon mei bas gaya fir tu..

There was request of one ghazal which was being made every time he was turning towards audience and finally it was the time for Hungama hai kyu barpa.. Everyone was exhilarated with Khan Sahab's singing.

And this was the last ghazal for the evening. The host for the evening announced end of show. But someone from audience was still requesting Chupke Chupke raat din.. Karan (The Host) rejected his requested but the best moment of the show was when Ghulam Ali Sahab said "Chalo fir ho jaye", almost jumped like a kid and within fraction of sec was again on his harmonium and sang one sher from this very popular ghazal by Maulana Hasrat Mohani.

This was my experience of first ever Ghulam Ali live concert. A fan in mee was overwhelmed with the generous, humble and a simple attitude of this legend. 

Zarurat

Na mohabbat ho

Na ibadat ho

Ab zarurat ho

Tum, humari

Na likh paaye hain

Na likh payeyenge

Wo chahat ho

 Tum, humari

 Itni dooriyan

Fir bhi aas pass ho

Jaise aawaz ho

Tum, humari

Har pal mei shareek

Har ek ehsas mei

Jaise ab saans ho

Tum, humari

Kitna bachte hain

Fir bhi mujhmein baaki

Ab nazar ho

Tum, humari

Mere har ashaa'r

mei jiska zikr ho

Wo raaz-wo baat ho

Tum, humari

 Mujhmein shaamil

Fir bhi meri nhi

Wo dhadkan ho

Tum, humari

Meri aankhon mei

Sajti-bikharti-behti

Ab zindagi ho

Tum, humari

Ek Bauchhar tha wo..

I still remember the day when I heard the news of brain hemorrhage of Jagjit Singh Sahab. Though I knew it was not possible to recover from it yet there was a hope that he can’t go so early like this. I prayed for his health. But my prayers were not powerful enough to save his life and this very day 2 years back he left us.

I was in my office that day when I heard the news of his passing away. I informed my brother and younger sister who are also fan of Jagjit Sa’ab. I was sad and shocked with this loss. I felt as someone of my family is passed away. I had a dream to listen him signing live. But a dream was shattered. A heart was broken.

My love for Jagjit Singh’s work was not just few years old. I am grown up listening to his Ghazals. My brother is huge fan of Jagjit Sa’ab. I would not say that we had all the audio cassettes of his albums but what we had were beautiful. At the age of 12 what do you understand about the feelings, the expressions, the meaning of a couplet. But this voice bounded me with its magic. His voice is so peaceful that without understanding the meaning of few words I belived that something beautiful was being conveyed in them. This gave a birth to my new love for poetries.

I remember, I was waiting for my class 10 board result and my brother used to play “kyu dare zindagi mei kya hoga~kuch na hoga to tajruba hoga” :D and I found a quick relief from result tension.

Hazaron Khwaishei... Sarakti Jaye hai... Charag Aftaab Gum... Ghr se nikle the... Wo kagaz ki kashti... are some (not only) ghazals which we used to listen. I am not sure if I understood the meaning of these ghazals then, but I grew up understanding their meanings. I feel proud of following him religiously.

I am not writing this blog to tell about my favourite his ghazals because there are many. Once I decided to make a playlist of his Ghazals and when I was finished, the playlist had some hundreds of ghazals.

He was the man who brought Ghazals to the reach and understanding of non-urdu people.

Poet Nida Fazli once said: “After Mehdi Hasan, if anyone knows how to present the misra, it is Jagjit Singh.

In the words of Gulzar:

“The way he takes the metre and plays with it to set the taal on it... No word is lost. The beauty is that he understands poetry, the significance of the verse and the weight of each word and how to present it.

Not only ghazal singing but his simple living attitude, serenity in his eyes and his pure soul make him a legend. His smile is so innocent and child like but it never gives you a hint of the ocean of sorrow flowing in his heart.

Thoroughout my life I will have a regret not being able to listen him live. His voice and his compositions have a special part in my life. My mobile memory card has more than half of the storage dedicated to his ghazals.

People who are known for their work never die; but their physical presence is often missed.

You are being missed and remembered everyday.

And As Gulzar wrote this poem as a tribute to Jagjit sahab

Ek Bauchhar Tha Wo..

Ek Bauchhar tha wo shakhs bina barse

Kisi abra ki sahami se nami se jo bhigo deta tha..

Ek Bauchhar hi tha wo

Jo kabhi dhoop ki afshaa.n bhar ke

door tak sunte hue Cheharo.n par Chidak deta tha

Neem taareek se Hall me Aankhe.n chamak uthati thi’n

Sar hilaata tha kabhI jhoom ke tahanee ki tarah

lagta tha jhonka hawaa ka tha koi chhed gaya hai..

Gungunaataa tha to khulte hue baadal ki tarah

Muskurahat me ka.ee Tarbo.n ki Jhankaar Chupi thi

Gali Qasim se chali ek Ghazal ki jhankaar tha wo

Ek awaaz ki bauchhar tha wo...

हौंसला

हौंसलों में समंदर भी है 

आँखों में उड़ान भी है 

नए पंख हैं 

नए अरमान भी हैं 

बेख़ौफ़ निगाहें हैं 

डराओ नही 

पत्थर इरादे हैं 

डराओ नही 

आ जाये तूफ़ान भी 

कोई डर नही 

छा जाए अन्धकार भी

कोई डर नहीं 

बढ़ता चला है काफ़िला 

बढ़ता ही रहेगा 

जब तक क़दमों में आसमां न होगा 

चलता ही चलेगा 

हौंसलों में समंदर भी है 

आँखों में उड़ान भी है 

नए पंख हैं 

नए अरमान भी हैं 

5 things I have learnt from people in my life

We all learn from the people around us. We can study moral education in school but life teaches us her lessons one by one. If you admire someone you try to become like them; talk like them, dess up like them, behave like them which gives you a lot to learn.

I also learnt many things and keep learning from people around me. Because Bachhan Sahab says: “Seekhna band to jeetna band”

This one phrase has lot to learn about life. If you don’t learn you can’t win. Win against any competitor or sometimes against life. For this you need to be open to any challenge . You should not resist any new thing happening but happily welcome it in your life.

If I talk about the things I learnt from the people in my life, list will be very long. But some of them which I remember right now, are:

1. Patience: Not to hurry to get anything and having patience is the first thing I have learnt. I have lost many things because of this but  I get them eventually with time. Shouting hard to get something or snatching something because you want it, is not in my behaviour. I will get what I deserve when time comes is my belief.
2. Trust: I have two version of trust. First is when I learnt not to trust anyone, because no one in this world is with you. Everyone wants their own good. They won’t consider your need, your pain or your requirement. No one in this world is worth trusting. Second: when I learnt trusting people again. There are some, who care for you, trust you for no benefit. They want to see you smile and happy without expecting anything from you. Hence I am in a situation where I have learnt whom to trust and whom not. And 80-90 % I am correct.
3. Happiness: Something we usually ignore is our own happiness. And I would not say I am perfect in this but I am still trying to learn to be happy in any circumstance. I wont say I have faced so many problems in my life but yes I always challenge myself to come out of my comfort zone to live my life. I never blame others for anything happening with me. I know where I was wrong and where I could have done better. I have learnt to be happy the way I live. I have learnt to smile even when I am troubled, which gives me strength to overcome that problem. I have learnt not to be sad for more time. Happiness has no alternative. And living with L on your face will not help you to solve your issues. Better smile on problems and defeat them.
4. Passion for what you do: I joined my first job at the age of 21, when I didn’t know why I have joined this job, what am I doing here and what actually I want to do, we have a Senior in our office who was of 70 years old. He was in company just to teach us about our subject. He used to come in the morning, take our classroom training sssions and leaves at the time of lunch. His commitement to work at that age when he could simply sit in his big house( which is indeed very big) and enjoy his days after getting retired at officers rank from Indian Railway. But he decided to share his knowledege and experience with freshers like us. We used to call him Guruji. And I have learnt this commitment and passion for my work from Guruji. This is why my Mondays are not blues in colour, sometimes dull but are usually rainbow colour. J
5. Writing: One fine day I came across a person over a social networking site who was a professional writer from last 5-6. I love reading since childhood and I was fascinated when he sent his blog and facebook page links to me. I read him and discussed many stories and poetry with him. I don’t know how but I started to feel like writing after I read him. This doesn’t mean I din’t write before that. I used to write. But never get pleasure of writing before that. I am very thankful to him for sharing his work with me. And wish him for his future endevours. May you inspire many more people and keep moving ahead in your career.

A big philosopher said : "Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from."

Khidki

Mere kamre ki baayin oar ek khidki hai
Khidki pe ek money plant ka paudha lagaya tha tumne..

Sookhta ja raha hai wo

Roz paani bhi deti hu mai use
Teri yaadon se khudh ko seenchti rehti hu

Ik roz uski mitti mei khaad bhi daali thi
Haan uss roz tujhko maine fir aawaaz lagayi thi

Sookhi huyi pattiyan uski mai saaf krti rehti hu
Tere naam pe aksar main kuch  nazeim likhti rehti hu

Usi khidki se aksar mai dekhti hu ugta sooraj
Pehle aasman saaf sa rehta hai
Bohot sukoon bhara kuch dhula dhula sa lagta hai

Fir naarangi ho jata hai
Poora aasman sooraj ke aane ke rang mei rang jata hai
Jaise mai rang si jaati hu aksar tere pyar mei

Wo khidki paudha aur sooraj yaad karte hain tujhe

Lekin sab badal gaya hai

Paudha itna jawan nhi bacha hai ab

Tere mere rishtey ki tarah
Din ba din sookhta hi ja raha hai..

Shayar Hun Mai

Kabhi kabhi sochti hu k kya hu main..

Poori kahani hu ya sirf ek kirdaar hu main..

Haan, Shayar hu main..

Kabhi shabdon mei likha gubaar hu main

Kabhi aankhon mei chhupa sailaab hu main..

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi kisi k jawan ishq ka izhaar hu main

Kabhi kisi ki ruswa mohabbat ka shikaar hu main..

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi aankhon se behta pyar hu

Kabhi seene mei dafan ikraar hu main

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi sawalon me qaid jawab hu main

Kabhi bin sawalon ke aazaad hu main

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi laakhon dilon mei khushiyan lutata

Kabhi khud se bhi naaraaz hu main

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi mehfilon ki jaan, mezbaan ki shaan hu main

Kabhi apni bikhri hasti mei toota taar-taar hu main

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi hansta kalaam hu main

Kabhi girta aabshaar hu main

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Kabhi kahani ke kirdaaron mei uljha hu main

Kabhi hazaron uljhanon ka jawab hu main 

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Aksar logon se suna hai ke un jaisa hu

Par sach to ye hai ke khud se hi anjaan hu main

Haan, Shayar hu main.

Three things I notice in a person

When I was asked to write a post on this topic I thought it's very easy, as you know I am a genius ;) but actually it was not. 3 things that you notice in a person, not just at first sight; but over time.

I started thinking what could be those things; eyes, nose, height, voice, makeup, hair style or something else. 

Between too much of disturbance from my family, when I didn't get time to think, I sat down to write this post past midnight.

So, the things I see in a person, irrespective of the gender, are :

1. Truthfulness:

                   Truthfulness in one's talk, in one's eyes, in one’s smile, in their actions. Whatever may be the medium we come into touch; direct acquaintance, facebook, blogs or twitter, if you are not true in your words and your actions, I may stay away.

I have a good memory (actually selective good memory as I also forget to bring onions or milk while coming back from office) I remember everything you ever tell me, every promise you make, every moment you made me smile or surprised me with your words or action. Hence, lie comes out into light if not immediately then in some time.

Truthfulness doesn’t mean you not to share everything happening in your life but whatever you tell me should be true. Also you need not fake your feelings, if you doubt me as a person or as a friend; you are free to walk away from me at any point of time. All I expect from you is that you inform me before leaving, and I promise I would not try to stop you or even ask you what went wrong and where. As I always say “ Jane waale ko kaun rok sakta hai.”

May be you would say that I am wrong. But, I dont lie, or cheat in a relationships I expect same from others. If I said something to you, I do it, and if I dont want to do something I won't say yes to it.

Also if you and mee are friends, I would believe in your words first rather than any other person who come to me and start bitching about you. I would not believe in hearsay till the time I myself find that you were lying. And no, I will not spy on you. 

2. Innocence & Maturity:

               At every stage of life we have some innocence. Innocence of being a human being. If you try to be over smart or if you are a "look I have bought expensive watch, or handbag" type of person then I am not a right person to talk to.

We all face problems in life, each one of us, but if you believe that you are the only person having problems, first of all, you are wrong and secondly, I am not sure in which planet you live. Don’t let your problems come between the innocence of relationship. Together we may find a solution but fighting because you are busy all the time and not giving me call back or you are a changed person now, irritates me to extreme.

With innocence one must have maturity to accept their past. If it was not good then things will change and you would have a better life. If it was fabulous and now everything has changed then it will change again and things will be rocking again.

Innocnece to accept new challenges without fearing and maturity to lead yourself till the finish line.

Innocence to hold a hand because you feel its right and maturity to accept the consequences and to keep your promises and words.

3. How you treat others:

                             If you treat me well I will be good with you. But, if you treat others badly in front of me, you lose me. You lose your respect in front of me. It could be anyone; security guard standing outside the showroom, Autowala, sabjiwala, waiter of a hotel, your neighbour aunty or a girl who is struggling to park her car at parking lot( applicable only if you are a man). You are how you treat with those who are giving their services to you.

One would be nice, humble and soft spoken in front of those with whom he/she wants to interact. If I were to give you an example; you always try to be friendly, show your respect and never get angry with your seniors in your office but with juniors your behaviour change. It turns a harsh voice, always ready to scold, implying that I am senior and you are a junior, which is absolutely wrong. I am not saying not to be strict with juniors but saying not to be a naysayer.

Treat everyone well, of course excluding those who are not good with you.

 These are just few things I notice in a person while some other are your hobbies, how serious you are with the work you do, whether you remember my birthday, you like chai/coffee, icecream and cakes or not and your facebook/twitter profile :D 

Dhaage!!

Kayi dhaagon se milkar bana hai ye jeevan
Kuch tod chuke hain
Kayi uljhe pade hain
Kuch naye baandhne chale hain

Ek toot'ta hai to mala se moti sa bikharta hai
Nahin judta fir kabhi gaanth mei atka rehta hai

Kitnon mei aksar uljha rehta hai na toot'ta hai na banta hai
Kitna kathin ye jeevan hoga bs aisa hi ehsaas hota hai

Thokarein khaakar bhi nhi seekhta koi kya jaane kya sochta hai
Fir se naye dhaagon se judne jeevan fir nikal padta hai..

::::

Safar anjaan nhi hota, insaan naadaan hota hai..
Apno se khud ko door kar gairon ke liye rota hai..

Na darr tu dekh ke aadam ki buri fitrat ka tamasha
Har raavan mei bhi Brahmaa ka kuch ansh daan hota hai

Aawaz zakhmi hai ehsaas bhi be-dam hai..
Aankhon mei aksar chhupa hua koi toofaan hota hai

Laakhon ghum liye kyu rote ho umr bhar
Bura waqt khuda ka humko diya imtehaan hota hai

Ek pal tha kal, jo pakda tha hath mei, mutthi mei band
Fisal jata hai, waqt mutthi mei band ret sa hota hai

Kitni tasveerein bana lete the, mita dete the, baadlon se aasman ke canvas pe
Bachpan ka khel tha ye, dilon mei basi tasveerein mitana kahan aasaan hota hai..

Mat chhedo khaamoshi ko yun waqt bewaqt 'Meen'
Zalzala aane se pehle aur guzarne k baad samandar shant hota hai..

Musafir

Do pal chala tha jo safar fir ruk sa gaya hai..
Aawaz tham gayi hai, Musaafir thak sa gaya hai..

Hosh nhi tha kal raat jab ilzam lagaya,
Keh gaya kya ke har rishta taar taar ho gaya hai..

Ek mulaqat ko taraste the do dil umr bhar..
Haqeeqat mei bhi kuch adhoora sa reh gaya hai..

Tum mujhko kya samjhane aaye ho 'Meen'
Bohot dekh liya rang zamane ka, aaj har rishta dhokhe se ranga gaya hai

दो दीवाने शहर में

दर दर भटकते रहे वो दोनों
कभी इस गली कभी उस गली
कभी फिर पहली गली से होते हुए अगली गली में मुड़ जाते

एक दरवाज़े का ताला खुलवाते
झांकते उन खाली कमरों में
खिड़की , रोशनदान , किचन पर नज़र डालते
कुछ आपस में बात करते, और फिर अगले घर को बढ़ जाते

हर खाली घर को अपने सपनों के घर जैसा सजा लेते वो पल भर में
यहाँ बिस्तर लगा देंगे, यहां मेंज़ रख देंगे
इस कोने में तुम्हारा fav. गुलदान सजा देंगे
बाल्कनी में बैठ कर खूब बात करेंगे
मेरी आराम कुर्सी पर तुम मेरी गोद में बैठ जाना
मेरे कंधे पर अपना सर रख देना
और अपने हाथों से मुझे कमर के पास पकड़ लेना
मैं तुम्हारे बालों को सहलाऊंगा और तुम यूँहीं सो जाना

एक आवाज़ से दोनों चौंक जाते हैं, सर देख लिया क्या?चलें?

और सोचते हैं दोनों,

हाँ! यहीं हमारा घर बसाएंगे

किराए का ही सही, यहीं अपने सपनों का घर सजाएंगे॥

सफ़र

कितना अच्छा हो

के सफ़र ख़त्म ही ना हो

चलता ही चले

बढ़ता ही रहे ||

ना मंजिल का इंतज़ार

ना लम्बे रास्तों का डर

ना किसी के साथ की ज़रूरत

ना किसी से बिछड़ने की हकीक़त ||

चलती रहे गाड़ी

खिलती रहे वादी ||

तेज़ हवा बालों को सहलाए

धीरे धीरे पूरे तन को छू जाये ||

पार करते चलें नदी, शहर और गाँव

सफ़र बढ़ता रहे कभी थकने ना पाएं पाँव ||

दूर दिखे सूरज हो ढलता

पूरे नभ को अपने रंग में हो रंगता ||

लौटता सा दिखे पंछियों का दल

गिरता दिखे कहीं पेड़ से एक फल ||

इक ओर बच्चे झूमते हों बारिश में

कहीं इक बुज़ुर्ग हँसता सा दिखे चौपाल की चारपाई में ||

कच्छी सड़कों पे स्कूल जाते दिखे कुछ बच्चे

सड़कों पे टहलते से दिखे दो दिल सच्चे ||

जोड़ने कुछ और यादें

करने अपना सफ़र

चलते चलूँ

बढ़ते चलूँ ||

नयी राहों की तलाश में
नये सफ़र की आस में 

लिये नये सपने निगाहों में
समेटने नये पल बाँहों में

चलते चलूँ
बढ़ते चलूँ ||

किसी नये शहर को छूने
कुछ नये तज़ुरबे करने 

कभी नये लोगों को जानने
कभी पुराने दोस्तों से मिलने

चलते चलूँ
बढ़ते चलूँ ||

खुला आसमान हो हाथों में
अपनी ही ज़मीन हो पांव में

देखने ज़िन्दगी के नये रंग

बस चलते चलूँ
बढ़ते चलूँ ||

चलते चलूँ
बस बढ़ते चलूँ ||

नहीं

तुमने क्या सोचा, क्या समझा पर हम गुनाहगार नहीं 

तुमने न पूछा, ना जाना मगर हम कसूरवार नहीं 

बहुत हो गए सितम, और रोने के हम तलबगार नहीं 

हमसे मुस्कुराने को मत कहना, हमसे ना होगा, इतने अच्छे हम अदाकार नहीं 

Gum hai..

Yu to koi rishta nhi hai..
Fir bhi door jaane ka gum hai

Wo sadak, wo raat, wo chai ki dukaan
Tere bina bilkul berang hai..

Aksar tujhe kuch kehte huye ruk jaate hain
Tera haath aaj bhi mere haathon k sang hai

Maine rishta nhi joda koi
Tujhse rabt kya hai, iska andaaza hume kam hai

Teri yaadein aur chand mulakatein lekar chal diye hain hum
Fir kabhi milenge iski umeed bilkul be-dum hai..

Ye ehsaas mere tumhare beech kya hai?
Na mai hu teri aur na tu mera humdum hai..

Fir bhi door jaane ka gum hai

Ek bechaini hain, dil bhi udas hai..
Aansu nhi hain lekin aankhein fir bhi nam hain

Tujhse door jaane ka gum hai.

चला गया था वो

                                                                                                          
वही कमरा था वही लोग थे 

रोज़ाना से कुछ ज्यादा थे मगर 

कमरे की सामने वाली दीवार के सहारे उसकी तस्वीर रखी थी 

फूल चढ़े थे 

एक दिया जल रहा था तस्वीर के सामने 

कांच के ढक्कन से घेर रखा था दीपक को 

घर का दीपक मगर बुझ गया था

एक किनारे दीवार के सहारे माँ बैठी थी उसकी 

कुछ बुदबुदाती थी उसकी बातें याद कर के 

थोडा रोती फिर आंसू सूख जाते 

थोड़ी देर बार फिर रोने लगती 

एक जगह एक टक देखती रहती 

कहाँ ? पता नही 

कुछ ढूँढती रहती 

किसको ? पता नही 

फिर दरवाज़े से कोई अन्दर आता 

पहले उसके पिता फिर माँ को पकड़ के रुला देता

ढ़ाढस बंधता और चला जाता 

फिर रह जाता वही कमरा 

मगर रोज़ से कुछ ख़ामोश सा 

घर में शोर मचाने वाला चला गया था 

घर का  छोटा बेटा 

चला गया था 

छोटी सी उम्र में ही 

माँ बाप को पीछे छोड़ के 

बाप तो कुछ संभल जाता है 

माँ कभी नही संभल पाती 

२ महीने का बच्चा भी जाता है तो उम्र भर उसे याद करके रोती है 

फिर ये तो जवान था 

हर पल, हर चीज़, घर की हर बात में उसकी यादें थी 

बेटे को कन्धा देना शायद कोई बाप सोचता भी नही होगा 

उसको मुखाग्नि देकर आये वो 

भगवान् की मार से थके एक किनारे बैठे थे 

इतना हारा इतना थका उनको कभी किसी ने नही देखा 

हर रिश्तेदार, परिचित को हाथ जोड़ के आभार व्यक्त कर के 

देखते रह जाते थे वो 

वही खाली कमरा 

रोज़ से कुछ खामोश सा 

उसके जाने से खाली 

उसकी यादों से भरा

फिर रह जायेगा 

वही कमरा 

रोज़ से कुछ खाली सा 

चला गया था वो 

कभी न आने के लिए 

खामोश कर जाने के लिए 

हमेशा हमेशा के लिए 

Wo.....ya fir shayad mai

Un muskurati aankhon ka haal kisi ne na jana
Uss rote huye dil ki khair kisi ne na poochhi
Uss patthar dil mei jhank kar kisi ne na dekha 
Raat bhar royi huyi aankhein kisi ne na dekhi

Kya dard hai jo ladta hai us'se raat bhar
Kya dard hai jo aankhein chhupaati rahi umr bhar
Kya dard hai jo lab tk kabhi aaya hi nhi
Kya dard hai jo aaj tk koi samajh paya hi nhi

Har aas us'se judi, use dard hi deti hai
Har nazar uski taraf uthi, use tod hi deti hai
Wo sawal jinka jawab uske khud k pas hi nhi
Vo khamoshi jo uski rooh ko jhanjod hi deti hai

Dhoondti firti hai wo ek shant si jagah
Par har jagah usse bs shor sunayi deta hai
Ye shor jo humesha uske saath hota hai
Ye shor jo kahin aur nhi uske andar hi rehta hai

Khud se bhagte bhagte duniya kahin peechhe hi reh gayi
Beete palon ki yaadein magar usmein hi kahin reh gayi
Akelepan mei ye parchhaiyan use darati hain
Use kheench k beete dino mei le jaati hain

Khud se ladayi itni aasan nhi hoti
Umr guzar jaati hai mushkil aasan nhi hoti

Haar k bhi khud se haar jaate hain
Jeete to bhi khud ko hi hara k jeet paate hain..

Mee and my Chulha Maggi :)

I have been to my hometown Garhwal, Uttarakhand few days back. It is Heaven on Earth. I travelled so many places in India (you can read my love for nature and places I visited in one of my blog http://joshimeenu.blogspot.in/2013/02/nature-and-mee_27.html), but Garhwal is the most beautiful place I have ever been to and no, I am not being biased with this sentence. Name of my village is Basola. It is said that before going to Badrinath, Lord Vishu stayed some time in our village. Hence the name Basola (kyuki Vishuniji kuch samaye ke liye yahan बसे they). We have a small Badrinathh Temple in our village which is the only temple in village. And my parents and other villagers say that a Snake and a Lion are often seen near temple in night(not everynight :P).

It is very rural area. Least developed what you can imagine. Though electricity reached my village few years back but it is not a continuous supply of electricity. It is mountain area, there is no scarcity of water. We have ample of lakes, waterfall, rivers, but one has to walk minimum a kilometer to bring potable water on hilly roads keeping a gagri made of copper metal over ones head. And proper water connection to each house is just a couple of years old. Even LPG cylinder and Gas stove is not available at every house.

The purpose of this blog post was not to describe the positive and negative aspects of my village but about something else. As every one of us know how the condition of Badrinath is and Kedarnath this monsoon is. While my visit was also in monsoon but our area was not affected from the natural disaster. It was raining but without causing any problem. But on the third evening of our visit, mee and my bhabhi were sitting in our open yard, facing towards our house. Bhabi said, "achanak se, river ki aawaaz kuch zyada hi clear sunayi dene lagi" (yes, we could hear river flowing hundreds meter below mountain absolutely clear, sitting at our house, and I tell you it is heavenly feeling). I looked around and saw rain reaching towards us from the mountain behind our house. I told bhabi, “Arey, river ki aawaaz nhi, hai wo dekho baarish aa rahi hai.) We immediately ran inside house, after taking all the clothes from clothesline at the end of yard.

It rained cats and dogs whole night. Mee and my family went worried. Pictures and videos of Badrinath and Kedarnath showing on news channels suddenly started to make us more uncomfortable. It was still raining in the morning. Chachiji told me that she is going to bring some fresh vegetables from our farm, which is 200 mt. away from house. I stopped her and forbade her to go out in rain. Rain in mountains can be very dangerous. Nobody knows from where land would slide while you are walking on it or you slip on stones.  She asked then what would she cook for breakfast. I thought and told her you don’t worry chachiji and let’s prepare Maggi. J

I asked her to light the chulha, yes the earthen stove, cut onions and tomatoes and cooked 18 packets of Maggi on chulha. I was feeling as if I am preparing Maggi for whole baraat. Eating Maggi in gaon, while it was raining heavily outside, was tremendous feeling. Suddenly Maggi tasted more delicious than ever.

So, this was story of “Mee and my Chulhe wali Maggi”

Eyes!! Voice of your heart and soul..

Eyes, most important part of our body. Not only because they help us to see things, but actually they help us to express ourselves. When we are sad, it is clearly expressed with our eyes. No matter how much we try to hide that sadness behind our plastic smile, eyes say it all.

Similarly, happy eyes. If we are happy no matter how much we try to hide the excitement, it is easily expressed through our eyes.

And also the anger, we can use only our eyes and no words to let anyone know that we are angry on them.

Now, this is how we express our self in front of people we know, without using words.

But, we meet hundreds of strangers every day, while going to or coming back from office, in shopping malls, at milk booth, at shops of Sabzi wallah, or while eating our favorite junk food at favorite food joint so on and so forth. And everyone have beautiful eyes. Do you try to read those eyes?

I do.

Observing people is one of my favorite pass time while travelling into metro or buses or in any public transport or sometimes when mee and my friends sit in a food court of any mall or at any food joint we observe people from far. What must be they talking or thinking?

Ok!! Let’s start what I feel.

When I start for office in the morning, it is very early morning to most of the people. And many of you again sleep after watching time in your mobile clock.

At that early hour when I get into metro I see many of the people like me, who forcefully have dragged their asses out of bed and made a way to bathroom and have stood under the shower to make the remaining sleep vanished from their eyes. J Sleepy (head) eyes. No matter how much kajal, eye liner or mascara you apply, that redness in eyes tells that you didn't sleep well in night.

Then, there are some super excited people whose eyes always sparkle with the dreams they hold. And I love that spark and always pray to God, to make this spark forever into their eyes that may lead them to the life of their dreams.

Some girls I met, with most beautiful eyes. Fish shaped eyes like we see in statues of Durga Maa during Durga pooja and you not only mesmerized when you see them, but feel very difficult to shift your gaze from them.

And there are some, whose eyes are forever angry eyes I guess. And while talking to them you feel that may be I have done some mistake that made them angry. But this is the normal aspect of their eyes.

Also there are some wicked eyes that you never want to talk to or at least I avoid them and never trust those people. Yes, eyes are what I trust more than words.

And there are some people whose eyes reflect energy and spirituality. They transfer that energy to you when you look into them. You feel relaxed and calm even when you are in trouble.

The most dangerous eyes are who usually don’t express what is going through their heart and head. One needs lot of practice and experience to achieve this. Bosses are best example. ;)  While some learn this to hide their pain.

Have you ever noticed eyes of kids? They look so naughty and shine all the time. And when they smile to you, it is priceless. Without uttering a word you can scare toddlers with your eyes and they try to impress you with innocence in their eyes.

And the stressed eyes; had argument with saasu maa, parents forcing for marriage,, bad day in office, missed deadlines, didn't get desired appraisal, broken dream, failed in exams, wife don't want to live with parents, had fight with g/b friend, I hate my job, eyes. On the verge of crying, looking at space, lost into their own world. You can feel the pain in their eyes.

If you are meeting someone for the first time, talk while looking into their eyes, better if you look into their eyes while listening to them, you will realize how much truth is in their talks. But beware, there are chances you may fall in love with those eyes and its truthfulness.

Once me and a friend were discussing something and I asked, “I have never seen any of your photographs in specs”. He replied, “I remove specs while posing for camera because more than my lips I smile with my eyes.” Well, this is true. I remember I told another friend of mine once that a smile is not true until it reflects into your eyes.

And at the end I wanted to post all those eyes from my real life which I described here but then it is not a good idea. ;)

I remember one shair here: 

Itni der tak dekhte rahe wo meri aankhon mei

aur fir kehte hain k kuch kaha kyu nhi..

Happy eyes observing!! J