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Thank you!

It’s good to take a walk down the memory lane once in a while. It reminds you of the person you once were and it lets you reflect on what you’ve become today. It lets you measure how far have you come and see what you’ve left behind.

For wanderers like me, taking a stroll like this reminds me of the beautiful time I have spent in my past with people that only a few in my company today can match. But such people have always been a handful! Like those rare gems one stumbles upon in pitch black darkness! These are the people who make you feel like a titan! Incidents and accidents, laughter and tears, victory and defeat – everything seemed so small!

My memories are mails I sent to people and their gracious replies, photographs? Yes! But not so many. A minute or two with them tells me about the things that life was going through in those days, misbeliefs and prejudices – feelings and emotions – likes and dislikes. Like a whole month squeezed into a minute, time flashes by. Leaving me overwhelmed with nostalgia!

This is to all those wonderful people who have contributed in making my life the beautiful piece of art it is today!

I may not meet you, call you, write to you anymore! But I respect you for the┬árole you played in my life, I would have missed something if you hadn’t! Thank you for being there!

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They make my life colorful…

They make my life colorful...

Itefaak se sahi,
Tujh jaisa dost har janam me naseeb ho!
Aansuon ka dariya bahe,
Ya khushiyon ki mehfil saje,
Dost mere, tu mere kareeb ho!

Lalkar

Chingari ko yun hawa na do! Sholay jag uthenge,
Awaaz ko yun dabane se yeh labz nahi thamenge!

Koshishen karlo hazaar, yeh haath kahan rukenge…
Kat jayenge lekin ab hum nahi jhukenge…

Shor na machayen toh sunayi kahan denge,
Aag ke bagaair hum dikhayi kahan denge…

Kitaaben nahi ab kalam uthayenge…
Jwala yeh dwand ki hum sabme jagayenge…

Kitni karoge koshish? Ab hum kahan rukenge?
Kat jayenge lekin ab hum nahi jhukenge…

From the heart of the victim…

Prologue: I came up with these lines while writing for a poetry competition,though I never participated there. The desire to be different led me to this headline Daughter raped by father…

Jo sharir tera hi ansh hai, usi ki numaish kar baitha tu…
Aey manav kya kiya tune? Daanav bankar baitha tu…

Jhijak na uthi tere mann me jab mai chikhi thi chilaayi thi?
Tere aise roop ko dekhkar aankh meri jab bhar aayi thi?

Pehli baar jab uthaya tha god me, kya tab bhi aise hi muskaya tha?
Yeh ghinauna khel tera kya tab hi tune rachaya tha?

This day, That year…

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I have been wanting to write from a long time, ever since my last post I’ve been wanting that silence and peace more than ever… I guess it took me a long time to realize where to find it… 

3rd January, 2010:


My Facebook status said, 
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, The good fortune to run into the ones I do, and The eyesight to tell the difference.” 

You know, I must have read this somewhere.But the moment I read it, I knew I wanted this to be true. I meant it every word when I reread it again and again. And it must be one of those moments, when He grants you what you ask for. It was my good fortune that I ran into the right comrades without whom my journey the last year would not have brought me where I stand now, for they were the ones who guided & assisted me, showed their faith in me, laughed & danced during the light moods, lent me a shoulder during the ‘not so’ light ones. 

Comrades new and comrades old, The old ones never seemed to get weary of me. They’d been with me in those times when Vivek Todi was not exactly the same as you see today. And the new ones? They were and still are those who help me help myself stay insanely sane and stable through everything this year has shown me. 

This year I also learnt that I can forget those close friends whom I don’t want to like anymore, And I must confess I do not remember any valid reason for not liking them anymore other than the fact that I do not like them anymore. I have been successful enough in staying away from unfriendly, unwanted & selfish associations I had been trying to get out of. And this itself was my first step in learning to difference between the good and the bad. I began to calculate.

It’s not that I’ve been always very calculative about my associations, mind you I do not speak of my relations over here only associations! I believe relations are far above than petty calculations. Speaking in terms of business logic, a relation is a business where you simply enjoy the transaction without worrying about the profit or loss.  As for associations, I’ve been calculative about them this year. 

But the real achievement wasn’t about becoming calculative, the achievement was learning when to stop these calculations. Things change when time passes by, associations turn into needs, passions and commitments to die for. And that’s where it all stops, all the calculations come to an end. 

It’s like knowing when you’ve fallen in love… And then you know where to steer…

Umeedon me jeena ab jeena nahi,
Sapno me kho jaana ab dardnak lagta hai,
Phir bhi dekho kaisa pagal dil hai ye humara,
Aapke armaano me jalta hai sulaghta hai…

Gile Kagaz Ki Tarah Hai Zindagi Meri,
Koi Jalataa Bhi Nahi Koi Bahataa Bhi Nahi,
Is Kadar Akele Hai Raho Mein Dosti Ke,
Koi Satataa Bhi Nahi Koi Manataa Bhi Nahi…

A promise to her…

I promise u… After I finish writing this, I’ll try n smile… I’ll still try to make my life worthy of living and smiling… Though that tear shall always remain in the deepest corner of my eye… My smile shall never fade… If you ask me to forget you… I’ll ask you why should I… You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me, nothing can take that place… Memories of our good times and of our bad ones too… I’ll cherish them forever… The moments we laughed, The moments we shed tears, The ones when we fought and swore never to see each other’s face ever again… And after that? The moments we spent in our arms… How can I let go of them? No I cannot… I promise you that I’ll walk with the same stride I always have… With the same fire inside me to conquer the world…

I don’t want to stop writing this to you… I really don’t want to, cuz after I finish writing this… I’ll have to stop these tears and smile honestly… They feel so good after a long time… I really find it hard to smile, But I will… I promise you… I will always love u and somewhere deep within me I’ll be the same person you really loved…

Sailaab sa aa gira hai…

Aansuon ko tum bhi toh apne chupa rahe ho,
Jaante hain hum… dil hi dil me roye jaa rahe ho…
Sailaab sa aa gira hai rishtey me hamare,
Par baahar se dekho kaise muskura rahe ho…

Gungunana chahte ho us lamhe ko phir se,
Par khud hi lamhe ko bhula rahe ho…
Khud se hi nazrein chura kar,
Haal-e-dil khud hi ko suna rahe ho…
Sailaab sa aa gira hai rishtey me hamare,
Par dekho kaise ab bhi muskura rahe ho…

Jaante ho na jee paaoge hum bin,
Khud hi se kyun ye sach chipa rahe ho…
Mehfus nahi rahe sapne humhare,
Kaise ye duniya se jhutla rahe ho…
Sailaab sa aa gira hai rishtey me hamare,
Magar dekho kaise ab bhi muskura rahe ho…

Un lamhon ko sanjoye rakha hai aaj bhi,
Magar dil ke armaan daba rahe ho…
Har raaste se humare kareeb aana chahte ho,
Dekho kaise humse door jaa rahe ho…
Sailaab aa gira hai rishtey me hamare,
Par baahar se dekho kaise muskura rahe ho…

Kyun ye dooriyan bana rahe ho humse,
aur phir bhi humari fariyaad kiye jaa rahe ho…
Humsafar ho tum is safar me humare,
toh kyun is gum ko tanhai me peeye jaa rahe ho…

Is sailaab me sirf saath tumhara chahte hain hum,
Bus in haathon me tumhara haath chahte hain hum…
Kyun is sailaab me khud hi doobe jaa rahe ho,
Kyun apne hi haathon katl-e-aam ek nahi, Do do kiye jaa rahe ho…

Smiles don’t seem far away once you make the right decisions and start working on them…

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