Facchadom at IIMA

Reh jayegi bas ab yaad is ek saal ki jee tod mehnat, naye dost, naye mukamon ko choone aur tamaam vakyon ki

Hence this definitely calls for a deviation of my usual writing style...

My first poem wid splurges of urdu in it


Kabhi yeh shauk aaya tha humein
Ki chalo kuch barbaad hua jaye,
Kuch shant si behti zindagi ko
tarannum si lehar mil jaye

Reh reh kar khinchte the
kisi tilasmi manzil ki taraf
kuch aise fanse kashmakash main
Ki yahin pahunch gaye hum

kahan samjha tha humne ki azaadi kya hai
Kya hain vichaar; unki seema kahan hai
Jab bandh jaati hai soch, par katte hain
Jab do pal ki tanhaaii ko bhi taraste hain

Hum to aehmaq ban gaye,
is bekaar ki guftgu main
Kyun chod aaye us sukunnat ko
Basne is registaan main

Kabhi rehte the mast,
Is kafil-e-mehfil main;
Aaj hai aalam aisa;
na hum aur na yeh ruh baaki hai

The bend on the road..

"Is mod se jaate hain,, kuch sust kadam raste, kuch tez kadam raahein"



The song flows in the backdrop,, so harmlessly and inanely,, but yet so meaningful, so deep..


Life indeed is a bend; sometimes too sharp, sometimes just enough to give you a slight jolt..

Had it not been for these recursive jerks, we would be just submerged in the mindless monotoniety that engulfs us... The endless sequence of mundane jobs, the bliss of living and enjoying this inertia...
This routine and the mundaneness just makes you wait for the right turn, the right direction, the right path..
The tired steps avert these turns , the frightful souls avoid..
For them, this monotony seems bliss, A bliss that excludes them from making decisions, choosing their own course, being accountable for one's own self...

But then there are steps that manouvre their path, their own way;
The bends are opportunities , the unknown, the key to myriad treasures...

This bend on the road is for you to seek, to explore, to search,,,
So rise over this inertia and acclaim the treasure it holds for you!!!