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

They kill themselves

When one gets tired of trying,

when all they left is crying,

When things don’t turn their way,

At the end of tunnel when they don’t find any ray,

When dying seems easy

then living unwanted and unsuccessful,

When they start living life

which everyday becomes more painful,

They kill themselves.

No one wants to end their life,

Everyone fights for everything till they survive,

No one wants to lose from failure,

Everyone wants to enjoy life with pleasure,

But, when dreams shatter,

People betray,

Life gets tough,

And they get depressed,

They kill themselves.

When one has nobody to share,

When one gets no response of any prayer,

When their hard work goes in vain,

When they can’t see themselves in more pain,

After days of noise inside them,

They calm themselves,

To find peace in another world,

They kill themselves.

Ek Lohar

Vo har roz us chhoti si dukaan k bahar,

Street light ki peeli roshni k neeche..

Lohe ki lambi rods par nishaan lagata,

Fir apne doosre saathi ko bula k

Un nishaano par chheni rakh kar hathode maarta,

Aur lambi lambi rods ko kaat ta rehta, thokta rehta.

Sirf ek chheni aur ek hathoda hi rehta tha uske paas auzaaron k naam pe.

Paseene paseene ho jata tha jab

Tb ruk jata kuch der, susta leta, aur fir lag jata

Roz roz yehi dekhti huyi, mai

Guzar jaati thi uske saamne se.

Fir kuch ek roz ke baad dekha maine

Uske haathon mei cheheni, hathoda nhi tha

Maathe pe paseena bhi nhi tha

Chehre pe ek chamak si dikh rahi thi

Aur haath mei ek machine dikh rahi thi.

Bohot khushi se aur bade dhyan se

Bijli ki uss aari se aaram se wo loha kaat raha tha.

Tabhi mera dhyan mere haath pe gaya

Mere yearly review ka letter tha hath mei

Hum sab ke sath uska bhi promotion ho gaya tha

Chhoti thi dukaan to kya hua wo bhi skilled lohar ho gaya tha!!

Baadal, Raat aur Suraj

Dekha kal aakash to kai rang bikhare the

Dhalte suraj pe badlon ke ghane pehre the

Suraj to kho chuka tha pashchim k aagosh mein

Nahin tha jaise wo khud ke hi hosh mein

Uski kirane phut rahin thi badlon se aise

Tod dena chahti ho baadlo ki bandishein jaise

Kab tak badal aur raat suraj ki kirno ko yun rok payengi

Hogi subah aur raat ki ghata chhat jayegi

Fir se kirne roshan hogi dharti par

Aur raat ko munh chidhayengi…..

Waqt se kaun lad paya hai!!

Waqt se kaun lad paya hai,

Samne uske sabne dhokha hi khaya hai,

Jana pada hai jab waqt ne bulaya hai,

Jane kyu, waqt ne sabko sataya hai.

Chahte hain hum apne mann ka krna,

Chahte hain zindagi mei har mukaam pana,

Par waqt se pehle kisne kuch paya hai,

Aur! waqt se kaun lad paya hai.

Kyu nhi poore hote sabke sabhi sapne,

Kyu nhi milte bichhad gaye the jo apne,

Waqt ne sabhi yaado ko dhundhla krwaya hai,

Bhala! waqt se kaun lad paya hai.

Jaante hai sabhi ye baat

Thik ho jata hai sab waqt k sath

Har dukh mei khushiya dhundo har sukh ne yahi sikhaya hai

Ke, waqt se bhala kaun lad paya hai... 

Two Packets of Chips and a handful Happiness!!

They were sitting with their mom and were munching Lays American Cream and Onion flavor (which is my favorite too) chips when I boarded into metro. To avoid fighting about who is eating more chips, I think, their mother had given them two separate packets. Girl was about 6-7 years and her brother was 4-5 years. Both were very sweet and so adorable that I forgot how tired I was as I worked for extra hours at the office.

Young boy finished eating his packet of chip and raised his packet in air, scattered remaining few pieces of chips on his lap, on his mom's clothes and few on floor of metro too. (May be this is the reason drinking, eating and smoking is prohibited in Delhi Metro, But who cares to follow) Now as he finished eating, he started to tease his sister. Playing with her hairs, stretching her clothes. But actually, he wanted some chips from her packet. It seemed that she was aware of his habits and she didn’t let him take even single chip and ate even those small pieces from her packet which her brother scattered from his packet everywhere in metro. I was watching them fighting and was smiling. Mom was scolding them to sit properly but kids were not in mood to listen to her. Then young girl took out toy mobile from her pocket (yes you guessed it right, the one which plays Chal Chhaiyaan Chhaiyan Chhaiyaan when you press a button) and then boy jumped to snatch it from her hand. She raised her hand as high as she could so that he could not reach. Their mom was trying her best to stop this push-pull fight. But all in vein. Then suddenly she tapped young boy to break his concentration from snatching toy phone and whisper into his ear “here you are” and handed him something invisible into his right palm and closed it quickly and told him to keep it in his shirt’s pocket and tickled him. He laughed and forgot about toy phone and started to play with his sister peacefully, who was seeing all this very curiously.

I smiled back to that lady and congratulated her for the idea of that handful happiness she gave to her son. Only mothers have this magic in their hands. J

Pic of kids with packet of Lays J

Books and Mee

I posted a poem "Kharchi" of Gulzar Sa'ab from his book "Raat Pashmine Ki" (which was gifted by a friend as a surprise when we met) few days back on my facebook profile with my confession line "Officially in love with Gulzar" ;) and I got various reactions, specially for the last line. Best was when after few days a friend asked ,"How is your boyfriend?" I didn't get him but replied, "He is absolutely fine. Usko kya hoga". I didn't get him because when you don't have anyone in your life, you can't guess about whom your friends is asking. It could be your favorite actor or favorite cricketer or anyone. But when he asked, "Nhi, is umr mei poochhna padta hai". Then I realised that he is actually asking for Gulzar sahab. :D And I replied him, "Gulzar sahab se rishta unki kalam se hai." which left me thinking what made me write this line. What special I felt while reading those two books of Gulzar.

I have a strong connection with books since childhood. Now, you would think if I had same attachment with my text books. And my reply is "Yes". I remember whenever my parents looked at our(Me and my 2 siblings) books, they always found my books in worst condition. :D And every time I had same reply to them "toh kya mai sabse zyada padhti hu na isliye". Though my marks never helped me to prove this point. But I always enjoyed lost into books. 

I loved reading comics(Like Diamond Comics, Nandan, Champak etc.) as a kid and I always enjoyed my Hindi Literature lectures in school, also I love to read short stories publishes in Hindi newspaper once in a week. And the day I started reading drama, fiction etc. I find more pleasure in reading. Views of different authors on different issues and their solutions. I started reading books from short stories. I remember my brother brought two books when i was very young. One was a collection of Nukkad Nataks and another one was on Nostradamus' predictions(I don't remember name of books as we don't have any of these books at home). And from there on my new journey with books started. And I actually started to believe that books are our best friend. 

Whenever I start a new book I feel as if I have found a new friend and I feel so lonely after completing the book. But it remains in my memory forever. And i remember them when any similar incident happens with me. While reading book I feel as if I am the protagonist and feel each and every incident taking place. I know this is the quality of a writer to make you feel exactly what is happening in the story. But as reader you also have to open the doors of your imagination to feel the same.

I always carry a book with me while travelling. I read in metro while going to my office and coming back room. And many a times I lost into my book in such a manner that i missed my station, reached few stations ahead then took next train of opposite direction and came to destination. ;) It's hilarious but then this is the power of a book that binds you with them.

I wont say I have read a lot of books but I read all the time. Not only stories but i like to read poetries also. While reading poetries i tend to think about the situation when the poet wrote it. Being a huge fan of Late Jagjit Singh Sa'ab and also of Gulami Ali and Mehendi Hasan ji, i heard many poets in the form of their ghazals like Mirza Ghalib, Qateel Shifai, Faiz, Faraz, Nida Fazli, Gulzar, Javed Akhtar and lot more. Most of the people relate themselves while listening to ghazals. But i try to make stories out of poetry. A poet expresses his/her emotions in very limited words and gives just a hint about the situation or what he felt while writing any poem and a poet never forgets the story behind his poems. No matter how old they are. And may be this is what connected me with Gulzar sahab while reading his poetry book. That I made n numbers of stories with every poem i read.  If you ask a poet about what made him write some particular poem and he/she don't come up with satisfactory answer means they don't want to tell you the real story. Now please don't try this on me. ;) I remember I read a poem on a facebook page and end up discussing each couplet with poet who is now a good friend. I said sorry to him for this but i couldn't control myself when i got a chance to interact with poet directly. 

I have lot more to talk about books and my love for books but I feel the post is getting very long so I wind up with few lines I read in 'The Monk who sold his Ferrari" by "Robin S. Sharma" 

"Remember, some books are meant to be tasted, some books are meant to be chewed and, finally, some books are meant to be swallowed whole.

Thirty minutes a day will make a delightful difference in your life because you will quickly start to see the vast reserves of knowledge available for your use. Every answer to every problem you have ever faced is in print. If you want to be a better lawyer, father, friend or lover, there are books out there that will rocket you to those goals. All the mistakes you will ever make in your life have already been made by those that have walked before you.

All the problems anyone has ever, and will ever face over the course of their lifetime have already been made.More importantly, the answers and solutions are all recorded on the pages of books. Read the right books. Learn how those who have preceded you have handled the challenges you are currently facing. Apply their strategies for success and you will be astonished by the improvements you will note in your life."

So keep reading and keep learning.