Nahi hai kuch bhi tere mere darmiyaan,
phir kyu mehsoos ho rahi hai nazdikiyaan,
milte nahi hum, phir bhi darr hai faaslon ka,
banti mit ti rehti hai teri parchaaiyan
Shor aur Goonj me bhi hai khamoshiyaan,
Bheed ke saath badh rahi hai tanhaaiyaan,
Dil chahta hai kuch kehna, cheekhna, chillana,
Apne aap se bhi ho nahi rahi hai sargoshiyan
Monday, April 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
7. Lyrics.
I love to remember lyrics of selected Bollywood songs. Many do. No deal.
However, just recollected while talking to a friend that there was a time when the list of selected was pretty long. As and when the time passed, the list started getting shorter.
Way back in 1994-95, I did remember almost all or atleast quite a few songs from Akele hum akele tum, Rangeela, 1942: A love story, Hum aapke hai kaun so on and so forth.
Nearly two decades have passed and while I sway on ‘maine ye kab socha tha…’ today, I still get a similar feeling.
Heyyyy…hoooo…heeyyiii…yaaa…yee….ooo….maine ye kab socha tha, hoga yun kabhi, raah me yu mil jaayege do ajnabee…
TGIF else I would have taken a leave ;)
Monday, April 11, 2011
6. Zaroorat.
do waqt ka khaana, chain ki neend, itni hi zaroorat ho to kya baat hai,
par hum bhaagte, sote aur jaagte, khade kiye khudne hi aise haalaat hai,
kehte hum sabhiko, chahiye sukh aur sukun, dhan ityaadi to uljhan hai,
karte viprit, jo nahi uchit, jeevan ke ant tak dhan-maan hi apni kaaynaat hai !!!
par hum bhaagte, sote aur jaagte, khade kiye khudne hi aise haalaat hai,
kehte hum sabhiko, chahiye sukh aur sukun, dhan ityaadi to uljhan hai,
karte viprit, jo nahi uchit, jeevan ke ant tak dhan-maan hi apni kaaynaat hai !!!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
5. Priority.
Way back in earlier part of the twentieth century, during the struggle for independence, achieving freedom was the utmost priority. Rather, it was the necessity. Freedom was as important as breathing.
A person (‘freedom fighter’ was more of a tag, it was true with probably each and every citizen of the nation) about to sit for his dinner (or in midst of anything significant / insignificant activity) would leave everything and rush for the freedom campaign on realizing that the call has arrived. There were no mobiles, no televisions, no facebooks, just a call from a next door was more than enough. The call would be as straight and simple as – “We need to gather for a meet against the British Raaj”. That was all!!
Today, the situation is quite different. I need to be at my comfort and mark my calendar for the campaign in the nearby area and that too if some so called exigency occurs, I may chose to opt out thinking that there are so many who can attend instead of me. Me not attending won’t make a big difference and moreover, is the campaign really gonna make some sense? I mean, I am quite ok with the lifestyle I live and the comfort zone I enjoy.
How can I afford to take a day or a half off just for attending the campaign? What is my boss gonna say? I have to think regarding the dependence on this job over the independence from corruption. If it’s a weekend, family and outings is a priority simply cos I don’t feel the need for getting rid off the corruption as I am quite used to the same or maybe, I am ok with it as anyways my work is getting done without much hassles.
Besides, If I fight for corruption, it’s such a deep and wide racket that probably my life would come to an end but not the corruption; rather I am so pessimist that forget about ending the corruption even the beginning to the end of the corruption would not initiate by then.
The need, thirst, hunger is lacking. While I crib about the politicians being corrupt. I am a bigger one supporting them in any which ways.
For me survival is everything. For them, independence from British Raaj was everything. This is the difference.
A person (‘freedom fighter’ was more of a tag, it was true with probably each and every citizen of the nation) about to sit for his dinner (or in midst of anything significant / insignificant activity) would leave everything and rush for the freedom campaign on realizing that the call has arrived. There were no mobiles, no televisions, no facebooks, just a call from a next door was more than enough. The call would be as straight and simple as – “We need to gather for a meet against the British Raaj”. That was all!!
Today, the situation is quite different. I need to be at my comfort and mark my calendar for the campaign in the nearby area and that too if some so called exigency occurs, I may chose to opt out thinking that there are so many who can attend instead of me. Me not attending won’t make a big difference and moreover, is the campaign really gonna make some sense? I mean, I am quite ok with the lifestyle I live and the comfort zone I enjoy.
How can I afford to take a day or a half off just for attending the campaign? What is my boss gonna say? I have to think regarding the dependence on this job over the independence from corruption. If it’s a weekend, family and outings is a priority simply cos I don’t feel the need for getting rid off the corruption as I am quite used to the same or maybe, I am ok with it as anyways my work is getting done without much hassles.
Besides, If I fight for corruption, it’s such a deep and wide racket that probably my life would come to an end but not the corruption; rather I am so pessimist that forget about ending the corruption even the beginning to the end of the corruption would not initiate by then.
The need, thirst, hunger is lacking. While I crib about the politicians being corrupt. I am a bigger one supporting them in any which ways.
For me survival is everything. For them, independence from British Raaj was everything. This is the difference.
Friday, April 8, 2011
4. Parents.
One of my friends had penned this down. I did some modifcations.
Well now that the parents have left for our hometown, I am sitting alone ay my apartment and reckoning the past 2 beautiful weeks that I spent with them. I actually deep-dived thinking did I really spent time with them? With the new job on the platter plus the long working hours, didn’t get really some relaxed and quantifiable time with the parents to talk to them; to feel and experience them comprehensively.
Yesterday, I took them to a local mall. While they were holding my hands, we entered slowly and as they were inquisitively looking everywhere, I could see the proud feeling in their eyes. They look around at the new things, well dressed people, and the environment and meanwhile, I could take a wild guess that their hearts are full of love and pride thinking that not only their kid is doing well, but also the nation is developing. Looking at the wonderful attires and showroom, I had tears in my eyes as I have always seen them in a couple of pairs all their life. I immediately rushed and did some shopping for them. I was super happy and so were they.
Sometimes I feel that the parents at our stage of life become what we were during our childhood. It’s something like a role reversal. Parents gradually tend to become kids asking for answers and we may or may not care to give them one. At this point, I am experience the reminiscence of a wonderful book called “Tuesdays with Morrie”.
Further, I held their fingers and looked at the world with an amazing confidence. It was a breathtaking moment. They actually wanted to hold my hand and move around. I realized this when I peeped into their eyeballs after holding the hand.
I very well remember that, I was scared of taking new steps to an unknown direction and would look at my parents as if I am most in this huge world. My mom felt the same when she had to take an escalator and at that point in time she was looking forward to tighten the grip of my hand. It was indeed a great feeling for me as if I was driving her to the path of glory. I was not able to figure out whether I am growing old or my parents are becoming too old.
Today an evergreen looking youth is growing old and gradually will start having grey hairs. One thing that strikes my mind is that I need to spend more and more time with my parents while I feel I am still not-too-old now and I need to do a good time management especially when I am spending relatively less time with parents, who are above God as they directed me towards the almighty. Had they not been around, I would have not existed.
Well now that the parents have left for our hometown, I am sitting alone ay my apartment and reckoning the past 2 beautiful weeks that I spent with them. I actually deep-dived thinking did I really spent time with them? With the new job on the platter plus the long working hours, didn’t get really some relaxed and quantifiable time with the parents to talk to them; to feel and experience them comprehensively.
Yesterday, I took them to a local mall. While they were holding my hands, we entered slowly and as they were inquisitively looking everywhere, I could see the proud feeling in their eyes. They look around at the new things, well dressed people, and the environment and meanwhile, I could take a wild guess that their hearts are full of love and pride thinking that not only their kid is doing well, but also the nation is developing. Looking at the wonderful attires and showroom, I had tears in my eyes as I have always seen them in a couple of pairs all their life. I immediately rushed and did some shopping for them. I was super happy and so were they.
Sometimes I feel that the parents at our stage of life become what we were during our childhood. It’s something like a role reversal. Parents gradually tend to become kids asking for answers and we may or may not care to give them one. At this point, I am experience the reminiscence of a wonderful book called “Tuesdays with Morrie”.
Further, I held their fingers and looked at the world with an amazing confidence. It was a breathtaking moment. They actually wanted to hold my hand and move around. I realized this when I peeped into their eyeballs after holding the hand.
I very well remember that, I was scared of taking new steps to an unknown direction and would look at my parents as if I am most in this huge world. My mom felt the same when she had to take an escalator and at that point in time she was looking forward to tighten the grip of my hand. It was indeed a great feeling for me as if I was driving her to the path of glory. I was not able to figure out whether I am growing old or my parents are becoming too old.
Today an evergreen looking youth is growing old and gradually will start having grey hairs. One thing that strikes my mind is that I need to spend more and more time with my parents while I feel I am still not-too-old now and I need to do a good time management especially when I am spending relatively less time with parents, who are above God as they directed me towards the almighty. Had they not been around, I would have not existed.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
3. Marriage, Sex and beyond.
In here like, Marriage is a knot. It’s more about controlling each other. Obviously, there is a lot of love but eventually a lot of boredom too.
If I ask a married couple – Are you guys bored of each other? What would be the actual reply? I am not talking about the said reply. There might be some hesitation to accept the truth but just by the virtue of not accepting, truth doesn’t change. And it’s not that boredom is eternal. There are phases. Like with everything, there are.
Just as an example – After few months of marriage, physical relations are no more fantasizing to that extent. I am specially focusing on the physical relation thing cos that’s something which is the most-craved-for delicacy in a married life. Ok, coming back to the thought. Interest gradually decreases but craving certainly stays.
That very part of Life becomes like a chewing gum. No juice, but still sticking on to each other. Trying different ways works until sometime but there is always an end to it.
The way one wants to change clothes, restaurants, hobbies, interiors, exteriors, CHANGE becomes evident in this sport too.
This change is longed but not opted. There are these walls that don’t let one opt – Walls viz. Society norms, Self-ego, Fear, Notions, Religious labels, Look-Good funda, etc…
Some or all of these walls don’t let one cross the limits but the desire, the yearning still persists. The patience is treated at the superficial level but the disease prevails.
In this kashmakash (dilemma), Life moves on and the frustration, agitation piles up and eventually the gap increases. Enters, taken-for-granted feeling.
Life, although complete at the exterior, creates a black hole in the interior. Apparently, Life turns out to be hostile despite possessing everything that is needed to LIVE.
The hunt for the solution starts becoming aggressive.
Some find love outside… Some give up… Some rejuvenate by some or other means… Some resume with frustration… Some take their life for granted… Some take their partner’s life for granted… Some take so called practical approaches of separation et al… Some just overlook personal life and poke into the world… and what not!
Chances are bright that everything gets screwed up but since almost everyone is a sane human being (or pretends to be one), doesn’t quite express on the face and almost everyone feels about each other that all the families rather couples are better off and they are the saddest of the lot. Their life is at turmoil and will remain to be. One breathes but forgets to LIVE.
PS: Net-net, there is no one solution to any issue. There are multiple options to be happy, stay happy. Just need to explore…
If I ask a married couple – Are you guys bored of each other? What would be the actual reply? I am not talking about the said reply. There might be some hesitation to accept the truth but just by the virtue of not accepting, truth doesn’t change. And it’s not that boredom is eternal. There are phases. Like with everything, there are.
Just as an example – After few months of marriage, physical relations are no more fantasizing to that extent. I am specially focusing on the physical relation thing cos that’s something which is the most-craved-for delicacy in a married life. Ok, coming back to the thought. Interest gradually decreases but craving certainly stays.
That very part of Life becomes like a chewing gum. No juice, but still sticking on to each other. Trying different ways works until sometime but there is always an end to it.
The way one wants to change clothes, restaurants, hobbies, interiors, exteriors, CHANGE becomes evident in this sport too.
This change is longed but not opted. There are these walls that don’t let one opt – Walls viz. Society norms, Self-ego, Fear, Notions, Religious labels, Look-Good funda, etc…
Some or all of these walls don’t let one cross the limits but the desire, the yearning still persists. The patience is treated at the superficial level but the disease prevails.
In this kashmakash (dilemma), Life moves on and the frustration, agitation piles up and eventually the gap increases. Enters, taken-for-granted feeling.
Life, although complete at the exterior, creates a black hole in the interior. Apparently, Life turns out to be hostile despite possessing everything that is needed to LIVE.
The hunt for the solution starts becoming aggressive.
Some find love outside… Some give up… Some rejuvenate by some or other means… Some resume with frustration… Some take their life for granted… Some take their partner’s life for granted… Some take so called practical approaches of separation et al… Some just overlook personal life and poke into the world… and what not!
Chances are bright that everything gets screwed up but since almost everyone is a sane human being (or pretends to be one), doesn’t quite express on the face and almost everyone feels about each other that all the families rather couples are better off and they are the saddest of the lot. Their life is at turmoil and will remain to be. One breathes but forgets to LIVE.
PS: Net-net, there is no one solution to any issue. There are multiple options to be happy, stay happy. Just need to explore…
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
2. Happy, Right?
In relations, what is Important? To be happy or to be right? I believe, predominantly to be happy. Some may say -Why not both? Well, I feel in striving for both (as Both may seldom be achievable), I more of fool myself and look for being right and as a result of being right, happy. At times, I may be happy with the relation but not always happy with the person and the probable logic is -The person feel that he / she is right and as a result of that, I possess this intrinsic feeling that when my counterpart is right, I am bound to be wrong. Can I sometime feel like agreeing with what is right in his / her perspective? I believe that in doing so, the first feeling I may have is a Ego hurt. Taking a step further, if I just look at the happiness of my counterpart, who is actually happy in being right, what can I do? I can choose complement his / her happiness and be happy about it, isn't it? Difficult to digest but worth a try. I tried, I enjoyed. Not sure, if I shall try again :) Any which ways, at this point in time, I am happy and I think its right to be happy and it's my right to be happy. :)
Monday, April 4, 2011
1. Sapna.
hum sapno me kho gaye,
khuli aankhon se so gaye...
socha tha, karna hai bahot kaam,
mann kiya, karle pehle thoda aaram,
manzil hai dur, safar hai lamba,
aaram karne se raah hogi aasaan...
hum sapno me kho gaye,
khuli aankhon se so gaye...
ek baar nikle to keval aage hai badhna,
rukna nahi mudna, oonchiyon pe chadhna,
ye sochke behal gaya mann, aa gaya josh,
manzil thi saamnne, na hua tha shuru chalna...
hum sapno me kho gaye,
khuli aankhon se so gaye...
sapne haseen, par beet raha samay,
aaj hi kal me bas le lena hai nirnay,
aisa sochte sochte aa gaya wo din,
mit gaya sab kuch, jab aaya pralay...
hum sapno me kho gaye,
band hui aankhen, hum so gaye...
khuli aankhon se so gaye...
socha tha, karna hai bahot kaam,
mann kiya, karle pehle thoda aaram,
manzil hai dur, safar hai lamba,
aaram karne se raah hogi aasaan...
hum sapno me kho gaye,
khuli aankhon se so gaye...
ek baar nikle to keval aage hai badhna,
rukna nahi mudna, oonchiyon pe chadhna,
ye sochke behal gaya mann, aa gaya josh,
manzil thi saamnne, na hua tha shuru chalna...
hum sapno me kho gaye,
khuli aankhon se so gaye...
sapne haseen, par beet raha samay,
aaj hi kal me bas le lena hai nirnay,
aisa sochte sochte aa gaya wo din,
mit gaya sab kuch, jab aaya pralay...
hum sapno me kho gaye,
band hui aankhen, hum so gaye...
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