एक आम सा ख़ास दिन...

ये दिन भी शुरू हुआ था,
हर रोज़ की तरह !
खुद को धकेलते उठते,
बाथरूम में गए थे कछुए की तरह !!

आँखें भी नही खुली थी ठीक से,
जब ब्रश उठाया था !
टूथपेस्ट लगा के मुह में डाल,
धीरे धीरे घुमाया था !!

फिर घडी पे नज़र डालते ही,
रफ़्तार शताब्दी हो गयी !
आँखों में बची नींद भी,
झट से उड़ गयी !!

एक गैस पे दूध और,
दुसरे पर चाय चढ़ा दी थी !
टारगेट ऐसा था के दूध गरम
होते होते, पूरी सब्जी काट दी थी !!

दूध उतारते गैस से,
हाथ बर्तन पे लग गया था !
ठण्ड में सफ़ेद ऊँगली का रंग,
तुरंत लाल पड़ गया था !!

उस ऊँगली को मुह में डाल,
दुसरे हाथ से कढाई चढ़ाई !
चाय छान के रखने के बाद,
हमने फिर सब्जी बनायीं !!

चाय बेचारी कप में से,
ऐसे निहार रही थी !
कब पियूंगी उसे मै, मुरझाई
आँखों से ये जता रही थी !!

मैंने देख के उसकी तरफ,
सोचा था बहुत प्यार से !
कुछ देर और रुक जा,काम
निपटा के पियूंगी आराम से !!

आधी जली आधी कच्ची,
रोटी भी सेक ली थी !
और रोटी सब्जी डब्बे में,
पैक भी कर ली थी!!

कमरे का दरवाज़ा बंद करते करते,
एक और बार शीशे में झाँका !
चलते चलते आँखों में, काजल का
एक और राउण्ड मारा !!

एक फ़ोन कॉल ने,
एक अजब एहसास दिला दिया !
एक आम से दिन को,
अचानक से ख़ास बना दिया !! 

दोस्त की ज़िन्दगी से,
गम दूर हो गया था !
खुशियों का  नया फूल,
जीवन में खिल गया था !!

ख़तम हो गए थे,
अँधेरे उसके घर के !
दुआ थी इन उजालों से संवार ले,
सुबह शाम अपने मन के !!

हर गम आने वाली,
ख़ुशी की पुकार है !
चल फिर उठ जा आज फिर,
एक नयी शुरुआत है!!

Smoking is Injurious to health

                                         It causes Cancer

        

We all read all these warnings written on every cigarette shop or anywhere it is being sold and also keeps telling others. I wonder people who smokes also read this. They also know it then why they smoke? Then why do they get into a habit of killing themselves? Something that shows immediate effect on your health, is only harmful? I ask a question to everyone I meet who smokes is why they smoke? And I get common answers like ‘they are addicted now’, ‘it helps them to reduce their stress’, ‘I want to quit but can’t’.

If I say something why smoking is injurious, which is medically proven,

Inhaling the vaporized gas form of substances into the lungs is a quick and very effective way of delivering drugs into the bloodstream (as the gas diffuses directly into the pulmonary vein, then into the heart and from there to the brain) and affects the user within less than a second of the first inhalation. The incomplete combustion produced by burning plant material, like tobacco or cannabis, produces carbon monoxide, which impairs the ability of blood to carry oxygen when inhaled into the lungs. Inhaling smoke into the lungs, no matter the substance, has adverse effects on one's health.

How Smoking affects one’s health

A waxy substance called plaque buildup in the arteries. Overtime, plaque hardens & narrows your arteries. This limits the flow of oxygen-rich blood to your organs & other parts of your body.

Smoking also is a major risk factor for peripheral arterial disease (P.A.D.). P.A.D. is a condition in which plaque builds up in the arteries that carry blood to the head, organs, and limbs. People who have P.A.D. are at increased risk for heart disease, heart attack, and stroke.

Far from acting as an aid for mood control, nicotine dependency seems to exacerbate stress. This is confirmed in the daily mood patterns described by smokers, with normal moods during smoking and worsening moods between cigarettes. Thus, the apparent relaxant effect of smoking only reflects the reversal of the tension and irritability that develop during nicotine depletion. Dependent smokers need nicotine to remain feeling normal.

Any amount of smoking, even light smoking or occasional smoking, damages the heart and blood vessels.

Secondhand smoke also can harm the heart and blood vessels. Secondhand smoke is the smoke that comes from the burning end of a cigarette, cigar, or pipe. Secondhand smoke also refers to smoke that's breathed out by a person who is smoking.

Secondhand smoke contains many of the same harmful chemicals that people inhale when they smoke. Secondhand smoke can damage the hearts and blood vessels of people who don't smoke in the same way that active smoking harms people who do smoke. Secondhand smoke greatly increases adults' risk of heart attack and death.

Then why people smoke? Why they take their own life so casually? Why they put other's life into danger.

I thought to write something on smoking many days back after having discussion with few friends. And I became very furious when one of them said there is nothing bad in it and it is totally one’s choice. For me there should not be any matter of choice, there is nothing good in smoking. It gives instant relief from stress but as explained above it makes your more dependent on nicotine to feel normal. If there was any matter of choice then why we teach our children that it is injurious to health.

I never smoked and never want to. But I am highly affected by passive smoking. In public places I often have to face such people. And I have to move away from that place immediately. I feel very restless with little amount of smoke. I am an asthma patient since childhood and always try to stay away from smoke. Few smokes i can't avoid as from vehicles. But i can't stop someone smoking in public places. Though it is banned and one has to pay fine if someone catches them smoking at public place. But who cares as policemen hardly take this law seriously. I have seen many policemen smoking at public place on duty. Distance between my office and nearest metro station is around 1.2 km and in a stretch of 150mt there are 4-5 shops of cigarettes. One year back there was only one but it is increasing day by day. Every shop has a board smoking is injurious of health and selling cigarettes to kids below 18 years is punishable offense but nobody checks id before selling cigarettes or any other smoking object. While walking to metro station, not even a single day is passed when I didn’t cough. People smoke and pollute my air and I could not do anything except holding my breath while passing them or give them disgusted look.

My boss in previous company was a chain smoker; he used to sit out of office in a open hall (un-constructed part of office) because he had a habit to smoke while working and he can’t smoke in his centralized AC Chamber; which affected his health badly. Later on we came to know he has cancer in his tongue and doctor clearly said it is because of smoking. He had his tongue transplant surgery. His tongue was transplanted through a small slice taken from his thigh skin and connected to tongue. He couldn’t speak or eat anything for few days and when start speaking his voice was not clear. Even today after 2 years of operation his words are not perfect. It’s like speaking while keeping something in your mouth.

It’s your life, choice is yours. Don’t choose smoking,

Choose Life. A healthy life for you, your family and your Society

Likhte hain...

Mat poochho k kyu likhte hain,
Aisa koi dard nhi jise hum kehte hain...

Andaaz kuch shayarana sb nhi paate hain..
Zindagi ki khoobsurti
Aur gumon ko hum kuch yuhi shukriya adaa krte hain..

Baith k yuhi jb aap khaali sochte hain,
Hum bas apni soch ko kaagaz pe likh diya krte hain..

Puchha tha ik roz kisi ne padh k kuch asha'ar,
Kyu shayar apne paas khushiyan nhi rakhte hain..

Itna hi kaha tha jawab mei humne,
Shayaron ki to fitrat hai likhna kya dukh kya sukh..

Lekin log sukh se zyada dukh se khud ko jodte hain,
Isiliye khushi se zyada dard padh k waah waah kehte hain...

Pata nhi Zindagi Imtehaan le rahi hai... ya

Pata nhi Zindagi
Imtehaan le rahi hai...
Ya Imtehaano mei hi
Zindagi guzar rahi hai

Thodi si khushi milti hai
ek din
Fir lagta hai kayi dino tk
zindagi rula rahi hai

Bohot khushnaseeb hote hain vo
jinko sb chahte hain
Badnaseeb hote hain wo
jinke apne bhi unse nafrat krte hain..

Meri baatein koi
samajh sakta nhi
Meri khamoshi bhi
kisi ko satati nhi

Saans lena bhi mushkil hota hai
jb nafratein ho chaaron oar
Aankhei bhi nhi sookhti
jb sawal hi ghere ho chaaron oar

Lad jaun duniya se
gar apne sath ho
Par apno se kya kahu
jb wo hi gairon k sath ho

Chahte hain log apko tab tk hi
jb tk ap unke kehne pe chalte hain
Jis din khud faisle liye
apne bhi paraye hote hain..

Khushiyon Ki Jholi

Maine khushiyon ki jholi kholi hai,
Aa Jao kuch tum bhi le jao...

Gum to bharpoor hain duniya mei,
Milkar humse ek hansi tum bhi le jao..

Nhi banaya hai khuda ne koi khushiyon ka baazar,
Dhundi hai maine jo khushi tum bhi kuch aakar le jao..

Bohot milte hain yahan dard ki numaish krne wale,
Dard apna baant kr kuch sukoon mujhse le jao..

Maine khushiyon ki jholi kholi hai,
Aa Jao kuch tum bhi le jao...

Gum baantne se kam hota hai..khushiyan bantne se badhti hain,
Apna gum baant k mujhse, kuch khushi sang apne le jao..

Jo kuch chahat ho teri ek ishara bhar tum kr dena,
Meri jholi me pada hai bohot kuch jo tujhey ho pasand le jao...

Maine khushiyon ki jholi kholi hai,
Aa Jao kuch tum bhi le jao...

bs hum khul k ro diye..

Khaamosh hum huye to wo bhi chup ho gaye..
Humari ek khata pe wo chup-chap aage chal diye..
Ankhon ankhon mei jo huyi thi baatein kabhi..
Bs wo yaad aayi aur hum khul k ro diye....

Friends Forever

I thought to

write about my friends,

Those who changed

my life trends..

Who fight with everyone

when i am down,

& laugh out loud

when i fall on ground..

 

Those who ask to

come for a shopping,

and after 2 long hours

don't buy anything..

Those who never needed 

an invitation to visit my place,

and complain about me

to my parents in front of my face..

Who pretend to be very nice with mom

and say they are better than me

without giving a thought

how will be they treated later by me..

When we walked

side by side in the rain,

Then sneezed together

in cough, cold and body pain..

 

The time when we used to finish

our lunch in the middle of class,

Fought in chemistry lab and

broken all equipments of glass..

Bunking lectures and

sitting whole day in canteen,

Those preparation & makeups

for the contest of college queen..

All those trips 

on which we went together,

either sunny, rain or cold

we celebrated all weather..

Planning for 11o'clock movie

at 10 in the morning,

then managing to reach multiplex

any how by rash driving..

As we all are so far 

from each other now,

But manage to be in touch

through phone or chats somehow..

Distances can never

decrease the feeling that we share,

No matter where we live

but for each other we still care..

I always remember you all

whether i am in touch or not,

You all still rock my world

and are tied in a friendship knot..

 

Brush, Paper and Colors

I picked up paper again
Not pen but had brush in my hand...
Have written some poetry again
Not with words but this time some colors were framed...

Samandar aur hum

Baithe the ek roz

Saahil-e-samandar pe

Door Faile Khaare pani

ko niharte huye

Intezaar tha 

kab dhalega suraj aur.....

samandar aur aasmaan

dikhenge sunahare rang mei nahate huye

Baadlon ne bhi

suraj koi kuch yun tha ghera

hum intezar krte rahe

aur yu hi ho gaya andhera

Lehron ka khel bhi

to kuch kam nhi tha

bechaini ka ehsaas

uske shor mei bedum nhi tha

leherein aati aur
mere pairon ko bhigokar laut jati
jaise kuch yaadein purani
aati aur zehen ko bhigokr laut jati 

Kal Raat

Kal baithe the
khana kha k
TV pe puraane
black and white gaane laga k

Power corporation walon ne
apni kripa kuch yu dikhayi
Humari colony ki
bijli di katwayi..

Khidki kholi jo kamre ki
log aapas mei bol rahe the
Halki hawa k sath
ped bhi masti mei jhoom rahe the

Humne bhi uthaya apna
bichhona aur takiya
Aise mausam mei chhat pe na soye
to aur kya kiya

Kaale aasma'an pe
safed baadal yu faile the
Brownie k upar
vanilla ice cream se dikh rahe the

Thandi hawa bhi dheere dheere
chal rahi thi
Bagal k ghr ki khidki bhi
zara zara si hil rahi thi

Sitaaro ko dekhte dekhte
khwaabo'n ko sajate sajate
kab neend aa gayi pata na chala
kab light aa gayi pata na chala

thodi der mei neend khuli to
ice-cream pighal chuki thi
Aur brownie bhi
apna rang badal chuki thi

Fir uthaya humne
apna takiya aur bichhona
Fir aake pakad liya
apne bistar ka wahi apna kona...

Monday Morning Greetings!

I was searching something on Google and found an article.. Could not stop myself sharing it with all.. 

Coping it exactly as i found on website..

It is titled as Monday Morning Greetings!

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with Rs 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day; allows you to keep no cash balance; every night deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do with such an account Draw out every penny, of course!!!

Every one of us has such a 'bank'. Its name is TIME. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against tomorrow. You must live in the present -on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today!! And make it a great week ahead!!

Happy 43rd Anniversary Ma and Pa

They were strangers before this day
They became everything for each other after this day.

To find their life they moved from one to another town
But firmly stood by with each other in every ups and down.

They loved, they fought and shouted on each other
But this never bothered them and they are still together.

Earlier who were strength, now became each other’s weakness
They sit besides whole night in each other’s sickness.

Now as time flied and they came together so far
43.. yes forty three years have passed and they are shining like a star.

On their marriage anniversary I wish them million more years of togetherness
Several life full of love, joy, peace and happiness.

Anuradha

Finally after 9 days I was out of office on time. As lift reached on ground floor I sweet feminine voice greeted me from elevator’s internal speaker, “Ground Floor, Now the time is 5 45 PM. Have a nice day.” I punched out my card and started my walk towards Metro Station.

Many thoughts started to arise in my mind. Human mind is such a fantastic creation of God. It keeps on thinking even when tired also when you don’t want to think. I thought about my dance classes which ended day before yesterday and if I rejoined, I had one today also. I gave disgusted look to the people smoking on roadside though they didn’t notice me. I crossed a bus stop of DTC (Delhi Transport Corporation)

As I turned right towards metro station, saw setting sun which was brighter than it was few days back. And continue my walk over three garbage heaps which were stinking badly and two hospitals and then I thought to let Manto to continue his story which I left in middle in the morning. Every day I read in commute time in metro. As I found it better than listening to music on headphone. I started a new book, of short stories by Manto, in the morning and was on story ‘Ten Rupees’ where Sarita, main lead of story, was very excited. So I started reading book to join her in her excitement.

I reached metro station at 6:05 PM. Metro towards Jahangirpuri is showing 04 minutes on platform no. 2. First I thought to go on common carriage. But as metro approached platform I thought to go into ladies car as ‘first car on the moving direction is reserved for ladies only’ and ‘male passengers are requested not to board the coach reserved for ladies’ in Delhi Metro. So I ran on platform to reach ladies car but a bit late. Train doors started to close and reminded me another warning used to play inside metro ‘while train doors are closing do not try to board or de-board from the train.’ So I let that train passed and started waiting for next train. And Manto continued telling state of Sarita. Next train came and I boarded into it.

A common scene in metro, as doors open people don’t allow passengers to get down first then rushes inside the train and look here and there for seat, so did I. I searched a seat for myself, and again began to read Manto where Sarita was very happy seeing sea shore, sun set and feeling cool breeze over her face. Train continued to stop at every station people boarded de-boarded and again train started to run from one tube station to next. While reading, my attention broke with the voice of a small child of 3 years. He was on her mother’s lap. That small boy was shouting, annoying his mother. And as usual I thought boys always annoy their parents more than a girl do. Next to her,  sitting a mother with her two years old baby girl. That small boy started playing with small girl while the small girl had full concentration on a toy watch which small boy was holding. Then mother of small boy asked to another mother how old is your daughter? She said, “2 years.” But she was looking life 1 year old. Then lady sitting next to this small girl said “hai to 2 saal ki lekin iski zindagi bs 10-12 saal ki hai. For an instance neither me nor any one in metro understood what she said and what actually she wanted to say. Then she continued, “Aaj to doctor sahab ne keh hi diya k 10 saal ya zyada se zyada 12 saal. Bas isse zyada nhi hai iski zindagi.” Her eyes were moist.

And I along with all the people were numb not in a state to say anything. She was her masi who told us all these things about that girl and she also told us the lady who was holding that girl is mother of the young girl.

Then someone enquired what happened to her. That lady replied that she is having some serious problem with her heart. An operation already had done 5 months back. Then someone asked about her name. Her name was Anuradha.

I was unable to think anything as I looked on her mother; she had a smile on her face. A smile which was saying that what doctors said was not true and her daughter will be absolutely fine.

Then she explained that Anuradha has some critical disorder in her heart structure. So her heart is unable to pump blood in body and pure & impure blood is getting mixed in right side of her heart. So Anuradha gets tired very easily. She told that Anuradha has very sharp mind. She immediately intimates things as she watches someone doing that.

 I was really feeling sad about that young girl who doesn’t know that she has very small life. Today medical science has developed to the extent where even heart transplant is possible. But I didn’t know whether they can bear the cost of medication and hospitalization. But to search cure of a disease comes in mind few minutes later. First reaction on such news is usually very depressing. Anuradha is her first and only child.

 I didn’t say anything to them but just looking at mother. How could she be so patient, so smiling and so normal? Just few minutes back, when she visited doctor in a hope of good news about her daughter’s health, she encountered with the biggest truth of her life?

 I really felt sad about both mother and daughter. I tried to continue story of Manto. But I could not concentrate. I was unable to feel the happiness which Sarita was feeling while driving towards her home. I was again and again thinking about that little girl and her mother.

And then an announcement in metro “Next station is Kashmiri Gate” I stood from my seat, threw a glance on Anuradha then on her mother. Blessed her silently, prayed to God to show some miracle over this family and moved towards another metro towards my room.