Dreams

Dreams- the pristine clouds; Unbridled, uncurbed, untamed in sky
Are nothing but concoctions, that precipitate into a flurry……

Dreams- those imprecated birds, that left their nests, to know not where
And were harped by death, in their journey of quest…..

Dreams- the unfinished painting, with crooked lines and myriad hues
But lost the muse, before the painter got his due….

Dreams- the beautiful rainbow; appealing, fascinating and invigorating you
But was washed off the form, before its mysteries I could unsew….

Dreams- the sublime consciousness, vignetting our thoughts
Waking us in the nights, but in daylight are like battles lost

Dreams- the carved glass form, splitting the morning rays
That lost its panache when sharded into million frays

Dreams are those stars that I tried hard to reach…
Dreams are those songs that I could never beseech…
Dreams are the dews that melted in my hand…
Dreams are the plants that failed to grow in sand….
Dreams were ripples that died without a stir
Dreams were those ideas that were nothing but a blur

But dreams are also thoughts, that guide me through
Dreams are blessings that I count for you….
Dreams are longings that I crave for and yearn,
A packful of wishes still yet to unfurl…..
Dreams are not the end but a beacon of start
To own and possess what one truly deserves

Phaank

Sookhi, banjar dharti main ek phankh.....

Pyaasi, Pathraai, door tak khinchi hui

Aur uske badan se sati huyi, sekdon nanhi nanhi phaankein,

Toh rahin ho jaise uske jeevan ke veerane ko


Soona astitiva, sooni chah, soona jeevan, nishprem awaas

Chah ek pathik ki, chah ek chirantan sakhi ki

Jaise keh rahi ho, maano to sukhe honth hon, ki

Zindagi se badi sazaa hi nahin


Aur kahin gira diya ek pakshi ne ek daana

Apna saara mamatava, apni saari aadrata

De use, di use ek zindagi, ek chaanv bhi

Kuch bacha nahi, sab luta diya, na dekha apna haal hi

Aur ho bada, khila woh phool, us sookhe registan main bhi

Failaayi apni jadein, kuch tanen, kuch mehekti bayar bhi

Bhar daala us phaank ka khaleepan, uski neeravta..

Jaise chuka raho ho udhaar, apni praandayeeni ka

Aur phir ek din, bhool gaya, ho gaya leen

Jeevan ki is apaadhaapi main....

Reh gayi woh phank phir pyaasi, akeli

Sochti hai, koi aur beej girega uski jholi main

Degi use sneh lutaar, saari mamta, saara pyaar

Aur tab tak, woh jeevit hai, is nishpraan jeevan ke saath

Where has my vocabulory gone!!!!!!

This post is being written with a sense of disappointment, with utter grief and pity on my own self.....The feelings that encompass me now is that of being a handicap, or someone who is robbed away of whatever iota bit of talent and treasure she had....

I had fervently worked for 6 odd months to improve my vocab and my repertoire of words while appearing for the CAT examination..... Prior to that, I could have been labeled as someone who was decent in English but lacked the finesse to talk or participate among the elite knowledge holders of this great language (no pun intended.... it indeed is great!!!).....

I thought I did decent in these 6 months and added huge number of words to my short assemblage.... I used to pride at throwing away unheard, misfit words at my sis amidst day to day banters, chats and also spats..... (And she was might impressed by it... and we would inadvertently end the mighty argument that we would be having...... )..........

Obviously this called for thanking all Gods.........And so like a true devotee, I unwaveringly worshipped and thanked Barrons and my very own vocab builder software for giving me this edge above her .........

But today is different...... I feel like a bag full of gas that has been pricked and deflated ...... The very vocab I prided upon and its absence stares blatantly through this blog and laughs at me......

Today when I visited and read my old blogs, all I could find was repeat and over usage of words like ' serene', 'myriad', 'tranquil', 'vehemently', and many more......

Where were other new words..... ???? Do I write similar stuff that eludes the use of different genre / meaning of words or am I plain, simple incompetent to use new, better placed and more apt words......

I wonder where did those plentiful words that I once by-hearted disappear ..... I wonder if hippocampus played the culprit in this information loss while transiting them from short term to long term memory,,,,, or is my brain a lossy medium dissipating all this valuable information that is meant to be preciously stored and treasured........

Whatever the reason be, I feel dejected and saddened by the limited words i can use (or to phrase better, little words I know).... ..

So from today it is.......mugging Barrons' again.....endless games of scrabble...... repeat practice on vocab builder.......anything....

Anything to overcome this sad state... anything to be back in words,,,,, anything to belong once again to the elite group of knowledge mongers and English connoisseurs

I pray to Thee....."please give me back my vocab".....

Signing off with a SIGH......

Morning Bliss

I saw my child, sleeping deep and sound...

In wallows of sleep so wide and profound....


A little smile that ran on the lips....


An angelic face that had lit up with grace....


The morning beam's first ray did a dance,,


On his face, that was unperturbed and calm....


The fingers were curled up and twined...


As if holding his precious prize...


The serenic view that the sight arose...


Made me stop to stare him close...


And relish the tranquility that the moment brought...


To this fiery life spent in numerous dreams sought...

Mujhe Feminist hone ki 'Ijazzat' hai !

Watched Ijazzat once again and yet again the women in me cried for rekha and anuradha.... the two women torn between the whimsical, confused and definitely extremely mentally weak naseeruddin shah.....
Their fate decided by a man who was himself not sure of what he desired... what he should have stood by and what he should have let go... torn between his audacity and the pressures of society and in turn weaving a web of lies for himself and for the two of them.....
Now Now.... I am getting critical but just couldnt help feel bad and acknowledge that women's fate still remains putty in hands of the male to an extent....
The movie always tends to bring out the feministic streak in me and leaves me in a conundrum of helplessness and despair......
I inevitably end up talking vehemently of how wrong the protagonist was to the two females and fret and carry this heartburn and then forget over a couple of days... So this time around decided to vent it out on blog and feel sorry for their plight

Of turtles and puppies

Free in office and for lack of better things decided to clean up the mail box....

Of all the intended cleaning that was to happen, all I ended up doing was reading old conversations and smiling away at the innocence and liveliness and brute honesty of thoughts exchanged...

In one such conversation, I hit upon the place where I was vehemently trying to oppose having a turtle as a pet.... now any sane person would have understood that the person on the other side was trying to take my case by suggesting to keep turtles but here I was all animated and sure to not 'paalo' a turtle and taking it all seriously ;) ......

Whatever the conclusion to that chat, what matters is how gullible and stupid I can get at times...... This has often led to tears and watersheds but at times it has also led to heartbreaks, dip in faith, loss of respect and or even loss of precious friends.....

And at other times, this has led me to hold onto things and words which are best forgotten and lost..... words that add jealousy, dissapointment, pain and all negative thoughts to one's existence..... thoughts and instances that stay put and refuse to let you move on and enjoy the beauty that engulfs this world.....

But then, haven't I cherished it for all the innocence that it brings ....... the fact that you believe and take people on their face value, on words that they have spoken and on intentions and feelings and kind words they have for you... (they might still be fooling around and saying good words in jest but it nevertheless gives you a kick ... ;) )

So all said and done.... maybe this gullibility should be let to stay,,, what say ;) ???

P.S. I am wondering why i started with the title 'turtles and puppies' but guess will let it stay..... (for sake of arousing interest ;))

My Nook

The summer night breezes have an awesome feel to them....
The humidity and the sultry mumbai weather was driving me nuts till a day ago i discovered this li'l nook in my house where i could sit and gaze, albeit only huge buildings and thankfully some lush green old trees and enjoy the summer evening breeze.....

It has the capacity to set me free..... It lets my mind run in millions of directions, all incoherent, yet touching some unrealized, unacknowledged needs, dreams or pain of mine.... It makes me fall in love with the concept of love and belongingness...... It makes me love the bond that i am in and yet it frees and pushes me to go and grab all the dreams and aspirations that are waiting for me to be held in these small hands........
The nook gives voice to my solitude and the view from there gives it vision....
Its the painted imagery of how i want my life to be...... tranquil, serene and yest bustling with hope, energy and love....

Reticence

A emotionless face when the world seems to crumble

A gleam in eyes when on success I tumble

The lowered eyelashes under your loving gaze

And the tweaked eyebrows when I am in a daze....

The softened smile when you talk to me....

The blushed cheeks on hearing those words three...

The twitched lips when in pensive mood

The lost eyes when I get something to brood

Holding your hand to know that you mean

A hell lot more than apparent dreams...

A pat on the back, An encouraging glance

All sum up this world and our reticence....

What If .....

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Hi... I guess I am in love....


Really!!!.. wow....That comes as a surprise !!


Yeah I know... But I think I have found the one I would want to spend my life with !!!

Thats great!!! so who is the lucky gal? and have u told her about it....

She is my school friend... I admired her in school...... but then we lost touch... met her this time .... and believe me ,,, I havent stopped loving her.... But i need to tell it to her....

Thats nice... so what are you waiting for... Go and tell her...

I don't know.. if she likes me or not.. I don't know if she is in a relationship.... I know nothing about her... You are the one who has to help me.... plz plz plz

How can I help u????

Listen .. I would introduce you to her over chat.... She is moving to delhi and u can help her with contacts and general helping around.....befriend her and please get this info out ...... plz plz .... I want to know if she is seeing someone.... for if she is then I would stay away.... please do this for me....... U r a great friend!!!

No Probs.... Will try my best :)

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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii............. I am SOOOOOOOOOO Happy.....Thanks Thanks so much.......Thanks for sending those flowers on my behalf....... Thanks for sending the chocs,,,, She loves me .... Thanksssss :)

Anything for a friend.... Glad i was of some help....

I owe this to you....

Come on.... now enjoy..... and Many many Congratulations !!!!!

You know.... thanks for letting me cry like a child on your shoulders.... Thanks for those walks when i thought i have lost her.....Thanks for that...Thanks for everything.....

Its OK .... Anytime for a friend... So lets celebrate....

Yes :)... But first lets find someone for you....yaar kisi ko to haan bolo.... Log mare jaate hain....

No I ain't good enough....

Come on... who said so.... you are too good.....

Is it??? I still would believe I am not good enough....

Whatever..... lets celebrate.. you are the first one i broke this news to.... lemme tell this to my friends... and thanks once again for everything :)).... chalo cya... Bbye....

BBye......

........Yes I may be 'good' but i am not 'good enough'... have never been good enough for you.... 4 silent years and i have kept it hidden in my heart..... will forever do so....
But then i think.... 'what if' i had told you ever about it.... the 'what if' would always remian.....

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The Missing Pieces

Life seems like a jigsaw puzzle at times to me…. We in a frenzy trying to search for all the lost and matching pieces to give it a sense of fulfillment, a sense of completion…. The pieces in countless shapes and sizes reflecting the myriad colors of life: pleasure, sorrow, envy, love, accomplishment, faith and so on……
But then why aren’t we ever able to find all ends and make this jigsaw puzzle complete…. Is it because they don’t exist or is it because we haven’t just tried hard enough to find them and put them in place…..
Maybe the answer is ‘NO’ to both the above conjectures,,,, we spend our lives trying hard (or that is what we would like to believe that we gave it our best shot), but yet we fail… the sense of completion never comes….

I guess here lies the stark difference between our approach to life and to a simple puzzle game. All throughout our life, we just strive to find the bright colors, the colors which our vivacious and full of life…. the pieces that reflect our dreams, our aspirations and those which give us joy and pleasure. We go on adding those and increasing the web of the puzzle……. But then we forget that the pieces that reflect pain, sorrow, jealousy, blockheads, etc. are a part of this larger web and cant be avoided….they are needed to fill the missing spaces…. They tag along with these ‘Happy Pieces’ and keep on filling the unoccupied space…..
So the next time when you wonder why are u going thru this ,,, remember to cherish those sorrow, pain and fear… for a brighter, colorful jigsaw piece is awaiting somewhere down there to complement this one :)

Realization !!!!!

Vulnerable, Stupid, Idiot, Gullible, Helpless, Jealous,,,,
Too many words defining the existence,,, and how silly to have wondered that one can be a person of few words ;)

Well... life is indeed unpredictable that ways.... One might have taken pride to be the most coolest, non-chalant being on this Universe, unperturbed by happenings around, ever so satisfied with what one gets, not setting expectation and thus not bothering if they are met or not....
Life is bliss if this is the mantra.....
But then hadnt one be God if they had the right notion or belief about themselves ;)
and isnt the most peaceful, tranquil, existence, the worst sampleset and situation to have formed it ;) (i wonder why too many winkies.. but i am tempted to do so.... )

Hmmm... but yes the realization has dawned - I defnitely am not the Coolest, the most Non-Chalant and the most carefree being on Earth .... what a realization :D ... but yes so it is ....

So lemme revive this long lost blog with this new realization :)

Abhi nahi aana

Heard this beautiful rendition by Sona mahaptra... could have been sung better i feel...

Abhi Nahi Aana Sajana
Mohe Thoda Marne De...
Intezaar Karne De
Abhi Nahin Aana Sajana

Bhejiyo Sandeshwa , Aap Nahin Aana
Thode Door Rahke, Mohe Tarsana
Abhi To Mein Chahun, Saari Saari Raat Jagana
Abhi Nahi Aana Sajana

Ruk Ruk Aana, Dheere Dheere Chalna
Bhoolna Dagaria, Raste Badalna
Nahi Abhi Mohe,Garwa Nahi Hai Lagna
Abhi nahi Aana Sajana

Abhi Naa Jagao, Bane Raho Sapna
Abhi San-Mukh Naa, Laao Mukh Apna
Abhi To Mein Chahun, Aas Lagaye Rakhna.

Kabhi socha hai kya tumne....
Ki kis path hum chalte hain....
Bas badhawas se ho kar...
Jaise kuch faasle kam karte hain...

Kabhi baithe ho tum..
Kshanik tham kar, ruk kar
Saath chalte sang tumhare...
Kuch anjaane rishte bhi hain

Kabhi maana hai kya tumne...
Ki raah main panthi bhi thakte hain
Bas thokar tumhe nahi....
Kuch pathar unhe bhi milte hain

Kabhi bandhanon ke chakravyuh ko
Bhedne ki koshish karo...
Tum shayad cheer daalo..
Lekin kuch abhimanyu bhi hote hain...

Kabhi shabdon ke bhedon ko...
Samajhna aasan nahi.....
Do pal dekar tum bhi…
Un goodh arthon ko samajhne ki koshish karo…..

Bas kuch pal, kuch kshan, kuch shabd
kuch gam, kuch khwaish, kuch hansi
Kuch yaadein, kuch shikayatein….
Kuch baatein bhi mere naam karo…
Kuch der ruk kar tum….Kuch der tahar kar tum…..

कभी कभी…... यह मन

कभी कभी…... यह मन

कभी धवल चाँद की लाज सा ..
बादलों मैं छुप जाता है मन…
कभी उन्मुक्त पाखी सा..
बावरा हो उद्द जाता है मन
कभी धैर्य का अन्मोल पाठ ..
स्वयं ही पढ़ लेता है मन…
कभी विचलित हो, बौराया सा
भटकता , खोता है मन …

कभी पाता है पन्नों मैं लिखे
आधे अधूरे शब्दों मैं अर्थ.
कभी क्षिस्तिज की सीमाओं से पर
ढूँढ लाता है नए बन्धन.
कभी अनभिज्ञ बन, शैशव सा
स्नेह निर्झर बन जाता है मन..
और कभी बाँध बन उन्माद प्रवाह को,
सीमित, व्यधित कर लेता है मन.

कभी इन्द्रधनुषी रंगों मैं
घुल जाता है, मिल जाता है..
और कभी हठी बालक सा,
रंगविहीन, क्लेशित हो जाता है.
कभी चाहता है की छू ले
नभ की ऊँचाइयों को वह भी...
और कभी बस इस हाध मांस के
पिंजरे से खुश हो जाता है.

और कभी यह मन कहता है
क्यों होते इतने बन्धन हैं
क्यों रहते हैं सहमे सहमे..
क्यों करते बस समर्पण हैं....

बस कभी कभी…... यह मन कहता है

Amazing ghazal....

Heard this amazing ghazal while going thru my Jagjit collection...
wondered how i had missed its words...

bazm-e-dushman meinn bulaate ho ye kyaa karate ho
aur phir aankh churaate ho ye kyaa karate ho

baad mere koee mujh saa na milegaa tum ko
Khaak mein kis ko milaate ho ye kyaa karate ho

chintey paani ke na lo neend bharee aankhon par
sote fitnay ko jagaate ho ye kyaa karate ho

ham to dete nahin kyaa ye bhee zabardastee hai
chheen kar dil liye jaate ho ye kyaa karate ho

ho na jaaye kaheinn daaman kaa churaanaa mushkil
mujh ko devaanaa banaate ho ye kyaa karate ho

Kuch hum bhi hain, kuch tum bhi lekin

शंकित हृदय, कुछ क्लेश सा है मन

कुछ प्रेम भी है, कुछ आत्मीय सा बंधन

कुछ अपरिचित अहसास, कुछ अनभिज्ञ स्वप्न

कुछ हम भी हैं, कुछ तुम भी इनमें......

किसी बहती दरिया के प्रवाह मैं

बह जाने , खो जाने की चाह

कुछ रौंदे हुए पत्तों से जीवन के

फिर जीवित होने का आभास

इन ख्यालों के आने की वजह

कुछ हम भी हैं , कुछ तुम भी लेकिन

कभी हसरत भरी निगाहें ..

कभी सहमी , दर्री साँसे ....

कभी मौन रहकर भी होती हैं बातें ...

और कभी हर शब्द को तरसती हैं आँखें

इस बावली सी हरकतों के गुनाहगार,

कुछ हम भी हैं , कुछ तुम भी लेकिन

For one last time....

The red bricks, the wooden decor

The challenge CPs or the classes that were bore

The auto rides, the broken legs

The D formation, the pics that we snapped

Hitting the clock with colourful chalks,

The senti speeches by we all folks

The ID lectures and the monkey’s paw

The T-nite debacle that’s best lost in awe

The accents around, with emphasis on “RIGHT”

The sleeping beauties and the dreams that took flight

The running from mess, the closing of doors

The occasional classes where even our spirits sore

The fight for back seat or for Thita’s side

Mamu’s verdict on those we actually did bide

The toy problem, the flapping wings

There were some teachers we shall always miss ;)

The several stories that saw the day....

Although many heartbreaks which also came by

But what would remain with us, are these inseparable bonds

The friends, the songs, the sentiments abound...

For one last time, I walk through this class

For one last time, I try to encompass....

The feelings of something amiss, that will linger around

Haunting for days that have no count....

For one last time, let me embrace..

For one last time, let me accept

For one last time, I do confess..

The love for WIMWI I do profess

Gym a day...more than keeping docs at bay

FITNESS FREAK- this century of youth has become just that.. and me not far behind….
Have now been having this regular gymming sessions to supposedly stay "FIT"….so much so that 20 days of hols and the first thing that I do is to enroll in the local gym at my parent's place…..
After lazy hours of clerical activities and banal formalities done; 10 days into the vacations, I get my card done… Never to late to push off.. right? :)

4:30 P.M. - the ladies time and I adhere to the norm.. All ready, I whisk away to "Modern Gymanasium" only to find myself welcomed by aunties from my apartment, sweating out there…
Welcome to Gym and of course the euphoria that my presence creates….
"oh dear", kab aayi???
Kitne dino tak ho yahan…?
Mere ghar to beta tum aate hi nahi…
Itne duble ho gaye ho ? gym kyun aayi.. ghar main theek se khao peo
and it goes on and on and on and on !!!!
My IPod firmly switched off now and I begin returning these pleasantries….

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally manage to begin the workout...... I try hard to concentrate on the peppy numbers that are ON.. but just cant do so.. the conversation lingering around is far more interesting…
The maids running away.. so and so bought new saree, Mrs X's daughter likes that teacher who comes to teach her.... I heard the school children these days watch all those arbit movies coming on TV... Humare bacchon ki kya himmat thi ki kuch aisa waisa dekhte,, kya karen and etc etc… The cycling and treadmills have pleasantly taken a backseat......they are all excited over these new piece of information shared....

I freak out.. For heaven's sake, Its a place to stay fit and workout not to gossip….... But of course I can't say that to them….
I continue my workout.. They continue to talk…

The aunties leave after 45 mins…. And finally I find some solace..... Suddenly the silence is reverberating and makes me think.....
They are 50+ ladies but yet so full of life.....… their enthusiasm still effuses out......everytime they see me they light up as if I was their real daughter, their sense of love is from within…
We try to act so composed, so refined, not indulging in apparently "senseless gossips" - but the truth is that we are so occupied with ourselves that we fail to look not only at others flaws but also feel no love or compassion.. They hold no place in our lives…
Can I imagine myself feeling similar warmth for them whenever I see them..?
Would I care what happens in their lives- if not for any gossips, then definitely not for times when we need them or they need us….

And above all, they are still untouched by this fitness mania,,,,,,,for them gym's actual purpose is secondary- In actuality it's a place to break free from the bounds of home and enjoy this life although in a slightly devilish manner ;)

The little secret

I enclosed it somewhere, deep down the heart
Undeterred, unfound, like that whispering sound...
The words, the beats, the conspiring feats-
Lay quiet! And guard that secret deep

For years, its veiled, untarnished, untouched
The essence of my being, oblivious to others
My dreams, my beliefs, the casket of glees
My kinder days and the innocent deals

Let me unleash and open it now
Let me relive those wondrous sounds
Let me again feel the Ganges flow
Let me unravel the chants and furor
Let me walk through the shaky lane
The chiseled street, the cobbled road
Towards the nook, that hides the chest,
The Pandora box, with my riches best

There lies that rusty case,
Waiting to be opened and unraveled….

Let me search my broken heart,
That cried all night for the treasure lost….
Let me try my princess dress,
On a carriage, that I wore and fled…..
Let me hold that touch me not,
Whose mystery had left me spell bound…
Let me try that glistening bangle,
Red and pink, and flowery too…
Let me read that forlorn book,
So inspiring and yet unknown…
Let me spell out my childhood crush,
The brawny hero, the wicked don…
Let me shine the lonely shell,
How it held life? I found it difficult to tell…
Let me gather the diffusing smell,
That flows out and touches my self
Let me identify the fingerprints on each,
The memories of friends, so far from my reach…
Let me hold the luxury that I had,
A decorated candy, all for myself…
Let me feel the emotions again,
Of Bday cards and letters penned…
Let me smile at my childhood pic,
The little baby nestled so safe,,,
The secure lap of mom and dad..
The assuring arms that gladly held…
Let me keep these secrets safe..
Of remembrances and for days ahead..

Gum aur Nahi....

Gum aur nahi, ek hi kafi hai
wajood nahi, teri yaad hi kafi hai
Hum reh gaye is jahan main; taraste, bilakhte
Muddaton se ankahee humari kahani baaki hai
Kyun kashmakash main pade rahe
kuch hum aur kuch tum, yun naadan
Kyun sargoshi se kah chale
tum apne dil ki daastan
kyun ruke nahi meri maun pukaron se
Kyun kar chale ruswa bhari mehfil main yunhi
Kyun dete rahe sazaa banke humraaz mere
Kyun badte rahe adig, rond ke khwab mere
Kyun samjhe nahi tum, ki shabd hote hain khokle
Bavle, manchale; aparibhashit ashru se nahi
Kyun nahi samjhe meri tatparta ke abhav ko
Kyun nahi jaane shaalinta ke libaas ko
Kyun nahi kahe ki aye shamaa jalti raho
Kyun nahi samjhe ki uske bina bas andhera hi baaki hai
Gum aur nahi ek hi kaafi hai
wajood nahi, teri yaad hi baaki hai

Of partings and meetings

Bend in the road..... My favorite chapter from my favorite book..
The chapter that told about subtle reconciliations, of incipient relations, of things to look forwad to.....
But the bends are not just grounds (rather spots) for these meetings.....They can be for parting as well....so painful, so unwanted and yet so profound and intense....They are so difficult.. the last bye, the misty eyes, the unknown age, time, the numerous uncertainities...
the road that you both travelled together.. sharing the heat, the spring, the voices that you heard together..the leaves that crumpled beneath ..... but there lies before you.; the bend, the road diverting into two.....and you know it would be years before they converge.. the steps are hard but they have to be taken,,the words are many,,but can hardly be spoken...the emotions are overflowing...and they can hardly be curbed...But what flows unrestrained, unbridled is the wish, the prayer, the belief that come what may, the roads will cross, the meetings would happen, but untill then we continue to walk our way, without the others support, basking in our joys but still waiting to meet the other back once again !!

P.S. This is for u dear abhivayakti

pensive notes

I had always wondered, how would the pensive notes be like? Will they also have the undulations of notes that reflect the joys of the ambience, the atmosphere in their own vibrancy or would they fluctuate naughtily like the unbridled notes. Would these notes carry with them the onus of the pain, the sorrow, and the chains of grief with them??? Would they be different for different people????
Pensive notes turned out to be so different!!!!! Omnipresent, they lie alongside the several beautiful rhythms that spur occasionally. They complement them, adding tones to these joyous sounds; They are like the dams that try to hold the flowing water, the joyous moments, helping me relish them, enjoy them and above all understand that pensive notes are melancholous only to add tune and beauty to the erstwhile unbridled, naughty notes

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!!!

"Tender twigs are bent and folded

Art to nature beauty lends;

Childhood easily is moulded;

Manhood breaks, but seldom bends."

A wonderful session reviving and taking us back to the lost childhood days,,, of the numerous mischiefs done, of the wonderful time spent, of the oblivious days spent,,,,

But among others, what it most reflected was the crux of the above lines,,,

The inimitable "Ego", the dauntless spirit, the veils of false self-efficacy that surround us, curbing the beauty, the "lovable core", the child within us and thus in turn manipulating the motif of creating we, the so-called most supreme creations,,,

But , The "I" within us encompasses all "Wes" ,forgetting that greatness lies in moulding urself, accepting others for what they are, not for what u want them to be,,,,

For we are like those little twigs to be shaped by nature to generate beauty,,,

Let this gudness within us be exploited, let us break free from the masks that we so cleverly put on,,

let for a day loose ur inhibitions, ur expectations and expectations from u,,, let for a day be child once again,,, laughing out loud, crying in pain,,, crystal clear in heart!!!!