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!!!!

You!!!

You are beauty, grace and love
You are my strength and all that I yearn
You are the heaven’s most beautiful description,,,
You are ubiquitous in every creation,,,
You have been my mentor, my soul, my guide,,,
You are the interpreter of my unsaid plights,,,
You are the essence of my being,
My identity and all myriad things…
You have been the calm of my turbulent self,,
You have been the endurance of my impatient self
My adolescent inaneness, you took in your stride,,
Just love and care for those mindless fights,,,
You are the light that guides my way,,,
The warmth and care that transcends all bays,,,
My biased admirer, My secret critic,,,
You made me win the things that I did,,
You are spirituality and this world for me
You are the thoughts that lead me free,,,
You are the healing to all the wounds,,,
And the numerous pains that know no bounds,,,
You are my friend, my privy, my guide,,
And I wish this shall always bide.

A Very Happy Birthday To You !!!!!

A Beautiful day!!!

For the first time at Ahmedabad , I was awake to welcome the first ray that broke into my room ,,,,so resplendent,,,,,, bright but not intense,,,, warm but not scorching,,,,
The bluish, reddish sky , the scent of dawn , the morning calls of birds,,,, the heavenly message effusing out of every being , animate or inanimate…..
The world asleep around me, many perhaps just a wee bit before,,,, the silence encompassing me,,,,,
Something drew me to move out and feel it, my feet guided me on their own accord,,,
The outside world was thousand times enchanting than from that little nook assigned to me ,,,,,,
And then this beautiful morn inadvertently took me back to several such breathtaking morns witnessed earlier,,,
Is it different from them???? Is the feel similar,,,,
Yes,, its different,,,, very very different,,,,,
The morn here is mystical, the voices soothing but unknown, giving pleasure but not faith,,,,,
The earlier morns had mundane but familiar sounds , ones you could relate to,,, ones that personified faith and love and care even when generated unconsciously,,,,,
The world earlier was viewed by a mortal, someone tied down to things,, every bit of sky seemed your own,,,,
But here you can’t claim, its just to witness and seek momentary pleasure,,,,

But whatever it might be,,,, I feel happy after so long,,,
This Sunday morn, I’ve seen the other side of this city,,,, so aesthetic , so serene,,,,
And I look forward to spend this beautiful day!!!!!

The River,,,

The silent river; tranquil,, serene,,, unperturbed by the ambience, unperturbed by the fact that someone sits on its side; as serene, as quiet, as calm as its own self but embroiled in her own quandary, her own thoughts, her own anguish,,,,
Someone like its own surface; seemingly steady and placid ,,,but so vulnerable to turbulence,,,, one little pebble: and this silence is broken, this order, this acceptance of familiarity, of steadiness,,,, all of it is lost,,,

This little undulation transforms into a giant wave, carrying away with it all the serenity, all the calm,,, leaving behind a turmoiled existence,,,,,
A miniscule mentation, infracting the peace, the joy, the happiness,,,,
A placid life encumbered by desires, agonies, expectations;

All that now remains is to curb the wave, to curb her desires, to remain in this real realm,,,,
The realm of Reality, of Truth, of Accepting things as they come,,, of accepting joys,,, of accepting pains,,, of accepting neglect,,,,, of accepting denials ,,, of accepting acceptances
Designing itself to resist this pebble, the pain inflicted by it, breaking free of the control that it has , the thoughts, this pain, those fragments of words,,,,
Attaining its own serene , unperturbed , unscathed self once again,,,,
And For other souls to sit beside it and yet again envy - its placidity, its calm, its endurance

I wait !!!!

Walking on red bricks,
With chrysanthemums around…
Deprived of its covers…
The empty walls that lie around,,,
The hanging curtains, soiled and bemired,,
The frenzy and revelry that is somewhere lost,,,

The moron rooms that had turned so gay,,,
And the night long renditions that made there way,,,
The numerous bonds that were formed,,,,
But the occasional rifts that also went round,,

But they now stand, waiting to witness,,,
The smearing of colors and the midnight bashes,,,
Like the spring leaf, we had blossomed around,,
But autumn’s tyranny has no bound,,,

We’re back to that old moron world,,
Deprived of colors, joy and fun,,,,
But what we cherish, will forever stay,,
The lifelong bonds and friendships we made,,,

Walking on red bricks, I wait to witness,,,
More such days of blissful senses,,
More such hours of carefree oblivion,,
More such moments, worth eternal treasures.

There

A paradise it may be for you,,,,
A heaven that you attained,,,,
A glory of thousand shimmers,,,
A beauty well acclaimed,,,,
The reasons might be many,,,
But what they bring is dear,,
Tears of joy and pleasure,,,
Imminent and so near,,,
But along comes the anguish,,
Of being so far from there,,,
There, where you stayed and spent and played and strived,,
There, where you know, only happiness can lie
There, what you call,abode in the truest sense,,
There, where you breath, the most fragrant air,,,
A web of desires and thoughts arise,,,,
That take you through your entire life ,,,
But deep down only what remains,,,
Is sweet memories of “There” again.

Let Me Be..

Let me be the moon , so frivolous and gay
Moulding its shape , that pleases its way

Let me be the winds that gush around
Jovial and free making beautiful sounds

Let me be the butterfly thats coloured so bright
Dazzling its beauty and pleasing our sight

Let me be that raindrop settled on the leaf
Radiating the sunbeams in seven colors for THEE

Let me be the river , so placid and serene
With moon and stars shining within me

Let me be the snowflakes of the first christmas fall
Eagerly awaited and desired by all

Let me be the Sunrise , showing new morns
To the lives of people , deprived for so long

And let me be the sunset , that will bring no pains
Only hopes of finding a new "sunrise" again

I wish I was a Goldfish!

I wish I was a goldfish,,,,,with a 3s memory span,,,,,aloof of what lies in store and what i've lost,,,Enjoying every second for its own beauty,,,,thanking god for its existence,,,without going into the reasons of it,,

The present being the best,,,its vividity nothing but a semblance of divinity,,,every momentan aeon in itself,,,,something unique,unseen,unheard,unfelt,devoid of any signatures to compare it with,,,,the beauty, the innocence , the pain all exotic to that one divine moment........

The moment carved by ur ownself,,,,,the sky seeming new once again,,,the days afresh,,,,thefights forgotten,,,but the promises kept,,,,Neither The pain of seperation nor the anxiety to anticipate,,,,the time leading the way instead you steering it away,,,,,

But Holding no memories,,,,treasuring no gains,,,,u just live and die,,leaving neither memories nor pain,,,,U are to noone as noone is to you,,,,u r for urself in all that you do,,,

Without,,,

We are now strangers,
And forever shall be.
Without our eyes meeting
Still speaking words to each.
Without crossing the barriers,
Without seeking to feel,
Without holding you,
Just a pain you would be.
Without building castles
Of the happy hours ahead,
Without brooding over
The precious days we left.
Without seeking pardon
For those nasty words we shared
Without craving forward for,
Those pleasantries we had.
Without singing to ourselves
The songs of bliss and love,
Without mourning for those
Who forever shall leave us.
Without waiting to witness,
The reaped fruit of love.
Just lets meet and depart,
and follow this sacrosanct rule.
Without you , let me find,
The new meaning to life.
Without me , let you tread,
And seek felicity in life.

tagging Love

I've been tagged :(( and that too quite mercilessly on the topic that i've been shying off rather asininely to write on . Pyaar , ishq aur mohabbat : the rules to this game are as ambiguous as it can be,,,,But still we all tread on it ; finding our own paths , own way and our own comrade on it .Each of us dream of someone special and am I an exception to it ????

Before starting let me refresh your memory regarding the "tagging" business .
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.

So here's my pandora box unleashed :


1.

2.

3.

4.

5.

6.

7.

8.

:D,,,U see i'm really an exception to it,,,,,so aphrodite u have to wait for me to really write something on "LOVE" :))
On a more serious note,,,,,,The day that person comes along my way , I would be loving and falling for him irrespective of what all i think or want in that guy ,,,,so frnds me waiting for that day,,and definitely then i would update this:D


and I'm simply going to enjoy the nxt part . I tag : abhivyakti , aphrodite, poornima , sneha , sarika , anant , sindhu , chavvi:)

BARE TREES,,,,

Bare and naked ; It stands as a colossal ; reminiscent of the beauty its been deprived off ; the flowers it has lost ; the leaves that now lie fallen below it ; nothing more than a dry mass of waste ; crackling on touch , cursing their destiny of robbing them off their beauty , their life , their existence.

Bare and naked ; It reminds the rover of that beautiful spring when he lay under its vast spread of shade ; heaven in that huge desert ; the birds that chirped above ; the scent that filled the air; the motherly way it nurtured ,,,

Bare and naked ; It reminds those birds of their nests , their abode where they began their lives , their menage , those shares , those fights , those rearing of their childs ,,,,

Bare and naked , it reminds me of that walk , that eternity, that winter night ; that spring morn ; those pink flowers , that forlorn bench , those secrets shared , that smiling pic , those cups of tea , those endless talks ,,,

And for autumns to come , this bare tree would remind you of ME........

Shall we dance

The rhythm and the beats,
With the music and reeds;
The desire to dance, with you along;
You, who is unknown , but still belong:
To the dreams , that I dread to see,
Or in the sync that I wish to achieve.

In the waltz of life with you along,
Let we be in perfect harmony and accord.
To the unsaid words that torture my soul,
Or the mute tunes that I sing so long,
Let us dance on them like never before,
Hand in hand , soliciting the floor.

Be it first or let it be last,
No matter how we tap and dance.
For this is how we shall continue to be,
In wrongs and rights and rhythms and beats.
For I'll step my feet where you sway me along,
And you in turn would follow my song.

But when the chords break or the rhythm is lost,
We'll together contrive and ammend its form .
Just you and me would together attain ,
The phoenix from its ashes again .
The trust and faith shall seldom be lost,
In this dance of life with you along.
The pains of strain or the riches to gain,
Can take a toll and discord the sync.
But whisper these words before its late:
"SHALL WE DANCE" my dear again.

Adieu,,

It was like any other dawn ; Birds chirping ,,,,,,,scented breeze and the first signs of the golden rays tearing away the darkness,,,,,,,,,but it was the 17th of february,,,,17th FEB 2002,,,,The day she wud be formally bidding adieu to her alma mater; her school,,her first tryst with life,,,

She was there on time , articulately dressed, her usual calm and composed self ; exchanging pleasantaries with her friends , mentors and those inanimate objects whose existence seemed so meaningful today. Snacks were served ,,,,, adresses delivered ; some with misty eyes and some with buisness-like perfection embossed with words but devoid of emotions,,,,, And it was now her turn to do the honours,,,,

Quietly , with misty eyes and some incoherent words , she thanked everyone around for the wonderful time that she had and how wud she miss it from now on,,,,Miles lay ahead of her ; the sky to reach and the world to conquer,,,,she said it all ,,,,,
But there was something which she never said,,,,,She never said how much she wud miss that one particular friend with whom she had smiled and cried her heart out,,,,,how one certain teacher silently encouraged and supported her always,,,she never said how badly she wud miss those banterings with her peers,,,,she never said that the last farewell song had touched her so much that she could never ever forget its poignancy,,,,,she never said how those childish pranks played by her can still make her smile,,,how her fantasies knew no bounds while enacting "the arms and the man",,,,,how the only spank that she ever recieved still made her cry,,,,,how much she enjoyed gossiping 'bout the "events" around,,overhearing conversations and nicknames that knew no bounds,,,, that she also respected those teachers as her parents , who called her their dear child,,,, she never said how much she wud miss those desks, benches, the scribbled comments on them,, ,,and she never said that some day when she returns back ,she would still be loving it the same,,,
But today ,,four years hence , face to face with a farewell so many times more difficult than the previous one , she can only contemplate,,,,be her calm and composed self,,thank everyone around for the wunderful time that she had , bid adieu and leave everything else unsaid for the next one,,,,,

DAYS,,,,

These everlasting lanes Where I ran and played,,,,
Those melliflous sounds that soothed my way,,,,,
The hidden alcove with my secrets profound,,,
Those yesteryears with their charms abound,,,
The tender hands that brought me up,,,,
Ignored my tantrums and nurtured with love,,,
The little nook , where I fell and cried,,
Or the pretty dresses that made me smile ,,,
Those two little plaits with red ribbons,,,
The black shoes with lacy buttons,,,
Those plaintive rhymes and fairytales,,,
Of kings and queens and endless trails,,,
Took us to the world that we dreamt,,,,
Filled with love and no contempt .
Those wonder words that people said,,,
Or the occasional rifts that I often had,,,,
Those frequent fights that were 'normous fun,,
That innocence of childhood can never return,,,

The nostalgia of the days gone by,,,
Still loom large which i can never defy,,,
Unaware of worries , ache and pain,,,
Take me back to those blissful days,,,
Where I can once again feel the charm of this life;
The truth of my existence and the destiny that I deny.

Roobaroo Roshni hai !!

The other day my friend asked me " If given a legal right , whom wud you like to kill???"
I had answered jokingly " too many to name",,,,
But i was so so very wrong,,,,,,My perceptions have changed suddenly in a day,,,,,,,thnx to rakeysh Omprakash,,,I've now realized what it actually takes to transform educated , carefree and self centered ppl like us to brutal killers ,,,,,
The hatred , pain and frustration ofbeing wronged , of losing someone dear , of letting go our hard earned freedom to corrupt and senseless ppl around us ,,,the intensity with which certain events affect us ; all combine to bring out the worst in us,,,
Its easy to name ppl whom you hate and wud like to kill,,,but it is million times more difficult to vent out your hatred against ppl who have actually wronged you , robbed you of your rights and left you to just LIVE ; live not for happiness but live to breathe and breathe to live,,,,,

To kill or to defy law is a taboo and something that instantly terms you as a terrorist ,,,,,a defaulter , an outsocial ,,,
If that applies,was bhagat singh a terrorist ?
Was the stubborn opposition of Gandhiji not a breaking of law?
Or was massive killing of innocent ppl during Jalianwallah not a breach of law on the britishers part????
Sure , these incidents were termed the same at the time they took place ,,,But are they the same 50-60 yrs hence,,,,
Definitely NO ,,,they r now termed as sacrifices , quoted as examples of bravery to generations that follow,,,,,serving as epitome of selfless act for the benefit of masses,
If that be the case , an act of today to make India better , although be it against the law,is definitely a worthwile investment ;An investment that wud look for our sacrifices ,,,,the awakening of this generation and those to follow, to come out of the self confined territories to accept the drastic truths staring blatantly at our faces,,,,,
This may sound too huge and made up,,and perhaps once the hangover of the movie passes by me,I would also return back to the mundane self centered life of mine ,,,,,,
But , as of today , I've viewed this world with a different light,,,,At least for today ,,,,to me ROOBAROO ROSHNI HAI