मुखौटा


बचपन में पढ़ा एक पाठ,
पन्ने थे उसमे आठ,
नाम था हँसी का मुखौटा,
और था बढ़ा ही चटपटा।
समझ रहे थे कहानी को व्यंगात्मक,
इंतज़ार न किया गया क्लास में पढ़ने तक,
हमे पढ़ी सच्चाई की भनक,
कहानी निकली सम्वेद्नाजनक।

उस दिन से मुखौटो में आ गई हमे रूचि,
और बनने लगे मानविक भाव मुखौटो की सूचि,
बिना गवाए एक भी श्रण,
करने लगे लोगो का परिक्ष्रण।

एक थे गर्णीत के अध्यापक,
करना पसंद था उन्हें बक बक,
कर लो गलती छोटी बड़ी,
लगाते थे ज़ोर से छड़ी.
गुना को भाग,भाग को गुना करते,
कुछ न आता तो भी अकरते,
हम समझ गए छुपाने को अपनी अज्ञानता,
पेहेनते थे वे गुस्से का मुखौटा।

अब आई विज्ञान की अद्यापिका,
अपने विषय की थी वो ज्ञाता,
उनका प्यार हमे कक्षा के ओर खींचता,
हर बच्चा उनका गृह कार्य कर लाता।
हुआ जो कक्षा समाप्त एक बार,
करने लगी वो पहचानने से भी इनकार,
निकालने के लिए अपना काम,
प्यार का मुखौटा पेहेंती थी मैडम।

बनई थी हमने एक सहेली,
अब तक है वो एक पहेली,
बड़ी बड़ी आंखों से देखती थी ऐसे,
संत छुपा हो उसके अन्दर जैसे।
इधर की बात उधर,उधर की इधर,
उड़ उड़ के बताती थी मानो चमकादार,
छुपाने को अपनी चतुरता,
पहनती थी वो भोलेपन का मुखौटा।

आने के बाद मुंबई,
नेता राजनेता देखे कई,
गली गली पूजा करवाते,
छुप छूप के लोगो को पिटवाते।
नोट खाके हो गए मोटे,
आमिर बन गए सोते सोते,
छुपाने को भ्रष्टाचार की आतंकता,
पहन लिया इन सबने सदाचार का मुखौटा।

कॉलेज में एक दोस्त बनाया,
कई तरीको से उसे हंसाया,
हर बार हंसके चुप हो जाता,
रोनी सूरत फिर बना लेता।
लकड़ी पे दीमक जैसे,
कोई चिंता खाती है उसे,
ढकने को अपनी चिंता,
पहन लिया उदासीनता का मुखौटा।

टीवी पे वास्तविक कार्यक्रम,
होंगे बीस कमस कम,
नाच,गान खेल प्रतियोगिता,
किस्मत खुल गई भाई जो जीता।
बात बे बात निर्णायक झल्ला जाते,
सरेआम सब आंसू बहते,
खींचने के लिए सबका ध्यान,
छल का मुखौटा लिया पहन महरबान कदरदान।

पर जिस मुखौटे की थी मुझे खोज,
वो दिखा मुझे उस रोज,
कॉलेज के द्वार पर खड़े चौकीदार भइया,
सदा खुश रहने का है उनका रवैया।
घर परिवार है दूर किसी गाँव में,
वो रहते है अकेले छोटी से छत के छाव में,
दुःख बहुत है पर दिखाई नही देता,
क्योंकि पहना है उन्होंने हँसी का मुखौटा।

चेहरे पे चेरा हर चेहरे पर मुखौटा,
कोई भी हो बड़ा या छोटा,
मेरी शोध है निरंतर,
सूचि में गिनती बढती रहेगी लगातार।
हर स्तिथि के लिए मेरे पास भी है एक मुखौटा,
चाहे हो वो सच्चा या खोता,
डर लगता है भीड़ में खो जाए न कही,
क्योंकि बिन मुखौटा आजकल पहचानता कोई नही.

Stranger

I woke up that morning. It was another mind numbing morning. I looked out, nothing special. Season can’t change overnight, I know. But still something in me urges that things will be different a change will come today and at last will end the wait. The heaviness of my heart has grown with each passing day just like a kid who grows up without letting you know. I left my bed no hangovers, no dizziness I didn’t even realize for once that how and when I became insomniac. But they say love eats up your sleep but then love makes life beautiful, fills it up with colors. Where is my part of happiness? This question has become stale just like the untouched fruits on my dining table. I buy them every day in a hope that may be today he will eat it but like last 3kgs of apples these 2kgs of oranges will not get any hunger to satisfy and end up in my trash with 100s of medicinal bottles. I walked till my mirror and gazed deep in my eyes, blank but the dark circles have become more persistent. And I read one thing in my eyes, it is going to be 7am the visiting time I have to get ready. Wait has now become an integral part of my life. I can wait, wait and wait. I moved my gaze from my eyes to the couch where he was lying 3 months ago. I haven’t cleaned the couch as it still smells of him, his blood stains have turned into black spots the spots which have shaken my whole life. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower the touch of the water gave me a relief as if I am hugging someone very near and dear. Like past 3 months I again went back to that day.
My life was never great, after spending 18 years in orphanage; my orphanage left me to let me be something. Neither had they had money nor I had but hunger is more dangerous than death and to kill it you have to earn money. So I started working as a waitress in a tea shop. Being happy was neither my motto in my life nor I was a sadist. But that day was different than others. A hope aroused that may be even I can be happy. It was a cloudy evening he came by the backdoor and took the last seat. Seeing a customer I went to him with a menu card as big as a visiting card the main purpose for making small menu card was the people who can even lift a menu card. Our eyes met he had the deep blue eyes which turned into amber as soon as light fell on them and I felt a spark. Love at first sight does happen. He ordered a mint tea with extra sugar, so he loves sweet I thought. Without wasting a moment I went and prepared it and presented it in front of him but before he could finish it a call came in his cell phone and he rushed out from the backdoor. From that day onwards he became a regular customer but we never talked except him giving the order and I telling him the bill amount. I kept on staring at him and when sometimes I used to catch him staring back at me it used to make up my day. I was in love and it was blossoming. Now I had a goal to live for and a reason to be happy. Exactly 3 weeks passed it was 10’o clock in the night. It was raining cats and dogs. The rain drops were making a violent sound just like 10 cannons releasing bullets at one go. The asbestos roof was shaking as if it just wants to break and let the rain go in. someone entered from the back door without knocking, I knew it was him. Questions came buzzing in my head just like 1000 bees. Has he come to meet me? Has he come to tell me about his feelings? Or has he just come to fulfill my desires and his lust? But before I could say something to him he said “save me take me to your home” and he fell on the floor. I stood there unconsciously as if the thunder has somehow found a way in and hit me. His blood was flowing all over just like the milk I spilled in the morning but I couldn’t see the source of the blood coming out. I tried to pull him up and with a very little help from his side as well I dragged him till the wooden top floor of the shop where I live. I made him lie down on my milky white couch which turned into red with his blood instantly. I was feeling feeble without any strength of my own. But then I saw him and the fire of love sparked again. I went close to him, his hot breathe touched my cheeks. I was longing for this feeling, it came and I never expected it will come in this way. With lots of courage I went towards his forehead and kissed him he made a small movement like an injured tiger succumbing to death. I leaped back but couldn’t move my eyes from him what if he stops breathing? And suddenly I stood up went down to the shop and dialed the emergency number of the government hospital nearby. They came in less than 10 minutes. They started moving him from my couch and then down the shop and out of the front door. I was also moving with them they asked me “Are you with him?” I said “yes he is my fiancé”. The last sentence gave me a self satisfaction as if I have conquered many war, it gave me a happiness I couldn’t define. I entered into the ambulance with them. The fear, the satisfaction, the shock all suddenly became preoccupied by a single question who is he? And for next five minutes I lost my connection with this world. The ambulance came to a halt outside the hospital. They rushed him in suddenly the white robbed persons came running towards me, out of the blue I realized this is a hospital and I have to act brave so that people believe the lie that he is my fiancé. I started making false stories in my mind stories which they can believe actually. And as I expected a doctor came to me and asked how he got hurt so badly in his head. At that moment I realized that it was actually his head that was hurt. After an uncomfortable pause I said he tripped off from the stairs and without asking anything further they moved towards the operation theatre and told me to fill the form. With heavy steps I proceeded towards the registration desk. Why they didn’t ask me any more questions? How can they be so convinced by a false story? May be because they don’t like to bother the poor too much as they know if they call police their part of hospital fees will be divided into two parts. I took the form and the first question made me aware that he is a stranger whom I love and can’t lose at any cost. Name of the patient- I filled Junaid. It was the name of my best friend from orphanage who never spoke to me as he was deaf and dumb but I knew he fancied me. An upward curve came to my straight lips I realized it was a smile. Like so many lies I filled the form with many more lies. I found a rickety vacant chair outside the operation theatre and tried to make my distressed body a bit comfortable. The clock stroke 12 midnight. I was too tired but the anxiousness didn’t allow me to close my eyes for once. I kept on staring at the glowing red light of the OT. How can it glow so brightly when someone inside is fighting from death? I stared around. There is something different in the ambience of the hospital I felt. A lady was weeping at the far left corner she must have lost someone very dear. It was the night time so most of the cases were emergency cases I realized. Doctors and nurses running here and there continuously like cars in a busy street. I read a poster and tried to absorb and believe the words written out there ‘god cannot be everywhere, so he created doctors’. More than god, now I have to believe the doctors who by now must be tearing the skull of my love apart to fix it up. And then I fixed my gaze on the clock 1, 2, 3 and when it stroke 7 in the morning the red light went dull and the doctors came out. I stood up but had no courage and energy to run towards them. They came and said “operation was successful” but before I could rejoice these words they said “but the next 36 hours are very crucial.” The numbness again filled me up. My love came out on a stretcher with bandages all over the face; his face has swelled up comparatively. He was then taken to the ward number 4 bed no. 10, the last bed in the ward. 36 hours passed by I waited for him to stir and open his eyes to stare at me with those blue eyes. Doctors came and told me “we are sorry Junaid is in coma and we don’t know after how many hours or months he will wake up”. I couldn’t believe but I said “I am ready to wait”.
From that day onwards 98 days have passed by and I am still waiting. I turned off the shower wrapped a towel and came out. I looked at my closet I saw a black dress no I can’t wear it I can feel some change is going to come today but it can’t be a bad one. So I wore the red dress I was wearing the first day I met my love. I picked up the oranges, locked the door and went downstairs opened the shop and moved out. In past 98 days the owner of the shop had died and I know how? I needed money for his treatment and the only way was by owning the shop. I don’t regret because the old man had always tried to take my undue advantage. Old man had no descendent so the shop came directly to me. Lies and lies have filled up my life. But the biggest lie is lying on the bed no. 10. After that day ward number 4 has become like my home I spend most of the time there. I have started believing the saying doctors are god. I stopped at the flower shop and bought white roses for him. I still don’t feel eligible of gifting him red roses. Like every day I entered the ward 4 and moved towards my love. I again kissed him on his forehead and felt his breathe. These 98 days have changed me a lot I have started hating myself and loving him more than ever. My love has now grown up like a monster which can kill anyone who comes in between. I placed the oranges and changed the flowers of the vase and settled myself on the tin chair, which made a nasty sound every time I sat on it. I again fixed up my gaze at him. They have removed the bandages, but the catheter and the glucose bottle are still there. There are few more machines I have heard them saying that these are life supporting systems. Though he is in deep sleep I feel he can hear me and when he will wake up he will give the answer of all the questions I have asked him in last 98 days. His face hasn’t changed much but I can see how weak he has become even though he is sleeping. Don’t worry once you wake up my love will make you healthy once again I thought. I realized how some thoughts never leave our mind but still we don’t get bored by the thoughts. After satisfying myself with his view I tried to take a small nap. I entered my fantasy land I knew I am dreaming but yet I was going deeper into it. Suddenly I felt the touch of familiar fingers on my left arm. I woke up. Yes he is coming to senses he touched me and something unusual happened I called out for the doctors. They rushed in and said “fast he is sinking.” This was a familiar phrase in ward 4 and I perfectly knew what happens after it. I felt like chains growing up in my body and fastening me. I froze with horror. One of the machines showed a straight green line with a beep. The beep terrorized every part of my body. The nurse dragged the white bed sheet and covered his face. The doctor who was quite familiar to me now came and said “he is no more.” “I will wait.”I said. He left. Without giving me answer, without thanking me. My emotions and tears were playing a different game inside me they were fighting to burst out . I sat down in my chair. I heard a siren and few footsteps rushing towards the ward but I didn’t feel like noticing it. A force of police came in and pointed the gun at me blankly I stared. I wanted to react but couldn’t. A tall policeman in ironed uniform came near me and asked me “are you with him?” without thinking much I said “yes he was my fiancé.” The policeman took out his cell phone it was similar to my love’s but he is no more and dialed a 10 digit number he said the words that tore me into pieces “sir we have caught the terrorist A 316 and also his fiancé but the terrorist is dead now.” I don’t know what reply he got but he nodded his head in a yes. He gave some instructions to the lady police. The lady police came in and handcuffed me. The words got struck in my mouth. They boarded me in the police van. I lost him; I never got the answers to my questions, why did he come to me for rescue that day? Why am I getting the punishment of something I never did? But I got one answer my love was a terrorist and he left me a home called jail and a family of prisoners now I will be never alone. And my stranger will remain my fiancé forever in the hospital record book, in the police record book and in my heart.

Cheers Bindra!!!!!!

Today I feel proud to say I am an Indian. I feel it every day because of the undying patriotism I have in my heart. But when today the Tagore creation Jana gana mana our national anthem was being played at the Beijing Olympics it was different than the other days. And it was made possible by Indian ace shooter Abhinav Bindra. Till yesterday like many Indians I didn’t even know his name but today I saw telecast re-telecast and re-telecast of Bindra receiving the gold medal for 10m rifle shoot. It is India’s first ever individual gold medal. The gold medal glory first used to come through hockey when it was made our national game and when Dhyan Chand broke all records to make his memorable entry in the history of sports. Now after 28 years of wait and patience India got its gold medal, cheers to Bindra because of whom the Indian national flag roused high today at a foreign land. This year India started on a bad note in the Olympics after china showed it’s enormously perfect Beijing Olympics opening. The questions aroused when the Indian athletes went in uncoordinated attire but who remembers all that now it’s the gold medal that is shining. The state governments have already started to prove whose what where Punjab declared a prize money of a crore to Bindra, Bihar declared to make a stadium named after Bindra. Bindra said he performed better in Athens but lost. So he proved in India you win you rule you lose even after trying hard no one cares.
If we see the population India is no. 2 and china no. 1. In Olympics China continues to be number one but India is nowhere. So is India happy and satisfied with one medal glory every year? It’s just cricket that rules here people are madly in love with cricket even I am but why? May be because media has spiced up cricket so much that we are constantly forgetting the other sports. Australia gives sports scholarship to the eligible candidates, in India athletes have to succumb even for sponsorship. When it’s a proud moment for India it arouses many questions as well and that is how far India is going to support other sports? May be it’s just an unanswerable question like many others. Till then I think we have to be satisfied with one medal glory which comes every year with people like Karnlam Maheshwari , Rajyawardhan singh rathore and Now Abhinav Bindra. 12 days to go I hope this time India doesn’t come back with just one gold but many more and I can get one more chance to feel proud and hum Jana gana mana with the world.

Sea and sand

Was standing alone on a sea shore,
Goa,nature always asking for something more.
Beauty so appealing,
quiteness so relaxing.
I wasn't looking great that day,
There wasn't any chance of eye catching a handsome prey.
I was blankly staring the sea.
The sea was coming with the wave everytime,
touching the sand creating a romantic rhyme.
Making it wet,
loving it as if she is juliet.
And then going with a promise,
I will come back stay ready with your kiss.
And next time will touch you deeply,
and make you mine forever quietly.
Keeps on waiting the sand,
lying lonely on the land.
Sand and sea,
just like you and me.
You sea,
me sand.
But a difference between you and sea,
You never promised to come back to me.
I am bit like sand,
still waiting for you with outstreched hands.
I know mine you will be never,
neither the sea and the sand unite forever.

nothing

Its a holiday. 2 months long...good....great college atleast they give rest for whole two months. I know college administration doesn't contain whole lot of sympathetic people,so ID, rakshabandhan or bithday of any great personality (except Gandhiji's because its declared as national holiday) you have to come to the college no other go if you miss your attendence goes down and then there is a big chaos. All the near by colleges get these holidays so with lots of hope I land up to the office ask them do we have a holiday I know there answer and still I eagerly wait to hear their NO....Damn mumbai university people will be having a holiday enjoying waking up late and i have to come to the college with perfectly dressed up with kohl and matching accessories(well when you are studying in a area where there are colleges like mithibai and NMIMS you have to dress up to keep your self esteem high..thats what I say when aftr every couple of week i ask for a new outfit..but actually in mumbai noone cares how you looking except if you have a really caring boyfreind. Ok now too much in bracket I should go out). Ya so I have to be there in the boring lectures which bores me to the extent that I have to run for a coffee in between the 5 mins breaks so prevent my eyelashes from sticking together with the glue called sleep....

And now its a holiday 2 months long. Please we don't want this holiday. I want college attending boring lectures is better than doing nothing. Why???Why???they are punishing us like this i told you they are bunch of heartless people.



So here I am busy doing nothing. I get so much bored that i feel like writing on any minute thing I see but can't materialise it. So I get nothing to write. And hence i thought of writing on NOTHING. First in my language let me define it-its not a thing its a state which feels up ur mind,you feel like struck in a vaccuum tube without any outlet its choking drives you crazy makes you bugged and anger ya anger occupies you from top to bottom. I am not giving description that how you feel after boozing i can't describe anything that i haven't tried. I am telling you about nothing. I am telling you how a not so lazy not so harworking but busy doing anything girl feels when nothing sticks to her body like parasite and sucks all the sweetness from her. so when nothingness strucks me I get irritated to the limit and throw tantrums on anyone.

But in this nothingness a thing called MONORANJAN KA BAAP IPL proved to be saviour.

18th april it started and after that theres no looking back. They kept on playing day and night and i kept on watching whenever they played. Who are they??the great cricketers some great famous part of current teams,some lost under underperformence,cricket politics(b**t#rd greg chappal or chippel or chappel as if i care),or shadow of players with fame,face and bollywood girlfreinds. Some under nineteen(Ishaant sharma *blush* *blush*) players ready to prove themselves and they are proving themselves. And Brett lee(*blush*blush*). Some down with groin injury from the era of Mughals.

To add glamour we have the great shahrukh khan. Ness wadia with a lucky Ms Zinta. Vijay Mallya. Juhi chawla.....bla blah blah....ya too many.They never come to watch when India plays but when its a question of their states yo they give full attendence. Whatever i like watching them so shouldn't complain.

And to add fun we started staking our 10bucks on different teams I started loosing so got to drop the idea. and why i started loosing because underdogs like Rajasthan Royals proved their mettel and highly qualified teams likes Deccan chargers,Mumbai Indians and Royal challengers (with pathetic Dravid who made me feel sorry for Vijay mallya for the first time) proved to be loosers. delhi daredevils and Chennai super kings played like kings from the very 1st day. now i really need some space to write about my Kolkata knight riders it was the first day of IPL and oh it was Mc cullum's day ball kissed the boudary now and then what a match.next one again they won. and then started the losses 4 in a row.But in each match my whole family sat with hope till the last ball with the hope dada will do something. Everytime i want to leave their side but being a true bong i just couldn't. And then they played in the true sense dada played as no tomorrow. now they are 4th from 1st to 7th to 6th to 4th with their every fall my heart cried. But now they are playing lets see where they stand.

Oh started up with nothing and ended up with IPL.....thats me truely insane.

My first crush

Oh its dangerous and uncontrollable,
people call it CRUSH.
I felt like a lady,
when those goosebumps came,
heart started racing
Y??
Because I spotted the guy,
among the thousands,
with whom i was going to spend my life.
I was ten.
He sat beside me and our world we shared.
He wasn't a dude, no beard,
neighther the abs.
Come on he was also ten.
Time passed
We had rifts,
then started sharing the gifts.
14 we were
officialy we said the three magical words
I LOVE YOU.
Whatever he used to say,
it used to make my day.
Long phone calls,late nite talks.

Oh dear
I made it very clear,
though we were near,
there should be a distance,
I had my fears,
he used to wipe my tears.
Months passed.
I did a ditch,
like they say you may even call me a bitch.
Lifetime vows broke,
I don't know the reasons that stroke.
I made a decision,
you may call it happy realisation.
I felt triumphed,
I conquered crush.

But the goosebumps still come...
oh the damn hormones...
Now i have a latest crush...

Martyr

It was dark,
no shadows,
don't know who was there,
may be it was only me.

Night moon was silent,
was just showing me the path with the moonlight,
I was walking with a heart filled with fears
and eyes filled with tears.

Red was the sand,
sky filled with smoke,
war had ended,
and left behind a silence,
a silence that was shouting.

I was searching for the son,
who came here to fight boldly,
he fought I am sure,
a quivering voice i heard,
I proceeded
It was the calling of a soldier.
An Indian,
I couldn't find him,
or may be I found him in everyone lying there,
with a hope to live
and eyes full of dreams for India.
Blood.Life.
they gave it all.

I found him,found him
with a photo of his mother,
clutched tightly in his hand
kissed the photo.
Mother.He filled his eyes with the image.
Saw me.took his last breathe,
and boldly he said,
JAI HIND.

Those were the last words to leave him,
he was no longer a soldier,
He was a MARTYR.....

Gogu

Its very strange that how some people touch your lives in a short time and then leave a longlasting impact.
I was in 3rd grade when i went to Goa for the very first time. My mamu (maternal uncle) stays there so there wasn't any question of going to the hotels hence we lodged to his place. He was single at that time. It was a colony in alto porvorim near panajim and there I met Gogu. He was my mamu's neighbour. His Mother and my mamu used to perform together at concerts. My mamu is a sitarist and his mother a kathak dancer.
Gogu was two years older to me. We started talking and in a few hours we became freinds. A sweet, innocent freindship we shared. Next day we went exploring Goa together with our parents. With him as a company the journey became a fun. Generally i used to feel sick while travelling in any vehical and in Goa we hired a van so it was very conjusted but with him there I forgot the sickness. I actually don't remember what talks we shared but it was interesting. We went to churches he told me about their history. Then next day it was exploring the beach. Oh for the first time I touched the sea it was an amazing experience. We collected lots of shells which I restored for a very long time. That night his family came to my mamu's place. We started sharing our school talks. I still remember one sentence of his 'see I am so handsome most of the girls in my school are after me' and I laughed thought he is kidding but he was cute. Next day it was newyear he called me to his place for some movie but my mom didn't allow me to go there because she thought he may spoil me with his talks. Funny it is I know. Then we left next day for our place but I promised to preserve our this freindship.
Next time i went there in my 8th grade. At that time some misunderstandings happened between my mamu and his mother so i wasn't allowed to talk to him. I saw him on the road I am sure he didn't recognise me. He wasn't kidding 5 years back he was really handsome. I really wanted to freshen up our sweet innocent freindship but sometimes situations become master of a man. So that year I didn't talk with him.
Two years later my dad came and told me Gogu died in a road accident in panjim bridge he was going to refill his petrol tank. A glimpse of our sweet freindship came in front of my eyes and tears flowed. I wished I had seen that movie with him that new year night then I would had more memories of our freindship to cherish.
This year I am again going to Goa and I so much wish to see Gogu there so that I don't get bored. But he is no more. As i promised our sweet freindship will remain preserved in my heart forever.

एक आदत तुमसे दिल लगाने की हो गयी,
एक आदत खूद्को दर्द पहुंचाने की हमे हो गयी,
एक अधूरी कहानी मेरी तुम्हारी न जाने कैसे बन गयी.

एक अंजना एहसास दिल पे चा रहा है,
एक अनचाहा रिश्ता जुड़ता जा रहा है.
कमबख्त इस दिल को कौन समझाए,
फासले हमारे बढ़ते जा रहे है,
हम है क दिल लगाये जा रहे है.


तुम्हारी एक मुलाकात को सपना बनाकर आंखो में बसा रखा है,
तुमसे दुबारा मिलने की उम्मीद को दिया बनके में जला रखा है.
तुम्हारे सांसो की गर्मी को आज भी महसूस करते हैं हम,
तुम्हारे साथ बिताये उन लम्हों को आज भी जिए जा रहे है हम.
इस दर्द को सहने की थो आदत थी हमे,
फिर भी क्यों ये दर्द तोड जा रही है हमे.

तुमसे वफ़ा की उम्मीद थो नही रखते,
ख़ुद बेवफा न हो जाए इस बात से इतना क्यों है डरते.
सालो बाद शायद फ़िर कही मिलेंगे,
अपनी इस अधूरी कहानी को पलट के देखेंगे,
और फिर से अपनी मंजिल की ओर चल देंगे.....

yeh waqt bhi beet jayega...

[its from where i started writing in hindi is my first love my first hindi poem was written in 4th grade so its not eligible to be posted.posting some which are a bit mature i think.
and yes this poem was written after my 10th]

यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा...


यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा,
हमारी मंजिले अलग होंगी,
रस्ते अलग हो जायेंगे.
हम सब अपनी रह पर निकल पड़ेंगे,
अपनी सफलता की खोज करेंगे.
साथ हमारा टूट जाएगा,
हाथ हमारे छुट जायेंगे.
हमारी बातें हमारी दोस्ती कही गम हो जायेंगे,
हम,हम से मैं और तुम बन जायेंगे.
इतिहास के अध्यायों की तरह अपनी दोस्ती को याद करेंगे,
फ़िर से मिलने की फरियाद किया करेंगे.
यह रूठना ये मानना सब खो जायेंगे,
हम सब अलग अलग हो जायेंगे.
विचार अलग होंगे विचारधारा अलग होंगी,
नज़र अलग होंगे नजरिया अलग होगा.
एक दुसरे से बात किए बिना एक दिन नही गुजार पाते,
न जाने ऐसे गुज़र जायेंगे कितने दिन और रातें.
यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा,
हम फ़िर मिलेंगे कही,
करेंगे बातें सारी पुरानी,
सुनेंगे अपनी अपनी कहानी,
आज एक पढ़ की शाखा है,
कल हम ख़ुद एक पढ़ बन जायेंगे,
आज हिस्सा है एक ही कहानी क,
कल अपनी अलग कहानी होगी,
पर वादा हम करते है जब हमे एक दुसरे की याद आया करेगी
टैब इन दिनों क खातिर कुछ आंसू बहा लिया करेंगे,
कुछ आंसू बहा लिया करेंगे.....

Its all about me

Its a poem written by me,for me as well as against me.....


At the end of the day,
Its all about me.
Regret,celebrate,
cry,give it another try.
Alone I was when I came into this world 17th september 1989 10.13 am.
Alone I will be when I will go no one predicted the date yet.
My pa, my ma. my brother,my freinds
its all about me.
In the journey called life they walk with me,
In the chat show called life they talk with me.
I hold their hands so that i don't get lost,
I do care how much my life costs.
Not for me but for them,
how much ever i change their feelings remain the same.
I am not selfish I just love myself.
I hurt, I give smiles,
walk alone for miles.
I make mistakes and call them experience,
repeat them even if I get another chance.
People call me dumb some say far too kind,
no one knows I own a virgo mind.
I criticise still stay on a safe side,
Am not a snob but walk with my own pride.
And at the end of the day,
when i close my eyes to wake up for a new day,
Its again all about me.....

Gunda 'RAJ'
well ya i hav stolen the heading for this article from aaj tak but what can i do this is the best heading one can give to this article. Yesterday Mumbai saw the real mafiagiri on the road and public places. The goons were the member of Raj Thackre's political party MNS (maharashtra nirman sena).As per the name suggests they are supposed to do development in Maharashtra but whatever they did yesterday was really a shame to indian politics. It describes completely that how Indian politician can misuse their power.
Their was a time when politician like Mahatma Gandhi believed in peace and non-violence and now the politicians are going the other way round violence and hatred to do their work. India is the biggest democratic country so is the meaning of democracy is politicians can do anything they want. The mob actually burnt all the shops of North Indians,they attacked the taxi drivers,they boarded the trains and forced the north indians to say 'Jai maharashtra'. We have seen instances in history when muslims were thrown out of India and hindus were thrown out of Bangladesh but here west India that too only Maharashtra is standing against the North India. What they actually want to do by declaring the maharashtra great. I am an east indian and now staying in Maharashtra I myself feel from within of sayin Amchi Mumbai and Jai maharashtra but if someone force me then that feeling will die out of anger or opposition. Isn't MNS's duty is to develop Maharashtra so can't they just concentrate on their own work. I would rather say by doing this cheap deed they are just making Maharashtra look smaller. I am sure Shivaji wouldn't have ever asked for such actions. And the police they everytime say that they are there but seems like they are also helpless in front of this Mighty politicians. Why can't these politicians use their might for something fruitfull.
In such case why would even a person will like to go and vote when they know noone is better and noone can effect their lives in any way good or bad. I think Indian democracy is dieing out only because of the overgrowing power of these politicians.Why we Indian are becoming so helpless and the politicians hopeless?

How safe is India???

How safe is our country for us? This was the first question that came to my mind the very first day I actually started thinking socially.
Recently the Adnan Patrawala case has shocked everyone. A 16 years old guy was first kidnapped for ransom through orkut (a social networking site) and then was murdered when media hyped the case. And the shocking thing was he was murdered by the people who claimed to be his orkut friends. My friend has recently moved to USA for pursuing higher studies and he has this fascination of meeting orkut friends and knowing them. So after the Patrawala case I warned him not to be too frank on orkut and he replied “Don’t worry I am not in India I am in a safe country now.” This reply of his banged on my head and is still banging. A guy finding other country safer than his own? Have you ever heard that a person is safer outside than in his own home no certainly not then why we are finding an unknown country so much safer?
Recently in the news it came that a girl was molested by an auto rickshaw driver who actually drove her to the school from the very first day of nursery and suddenly after 8-9 years he turned into a devil. Can’t you in India even trust on your long trusted people?
A girl in Array colony was found missing after she left her neighbor’s place for her home. A FIR was filed but the police didn’t take any initiation the girl’s body was found in a noolah after 2-3 days. Police is still clueless about what actually had happened?
These were instances related to a particular person but a mass curfew or mass strike and then violence is very common in India. During Godhra riots I was in Gujarat but where I stayed was far from Godhra. But if there is a fire is it possible the smoke won’t come? I witnessed some incidents myself like a Muslim paint shop was put on fire, because of the paints the fire lasted for 3 whole days. We informed police but they came and started enjoying the sight as if they were satisfied of whatever was happening. And then there was a curfew for fortnight. So the conclusion actually how many Muslims got affected it was only our loss, loss of country.
Recently there were riots in siliguri, reason a whacko radio jockey commented on Prashant Tamang the Indian Idol 3. And here we go the mob back in action again. I really doubt out of so many protestors how many actually voted for Tamang. Is taking part in riots for any reason (like a star being kissed by a foreigner or elimination of a contestant from a reality show) has become a hobby in India???
Next come Railways. Yes I am a daily passenger of local trains of Mumbai and I had to make a 1st class pass because 2nd class looks like a bazaar. There are only 2 ladies compartment in most of the trains whereas about 7 are general. Isn’t general means both men and women can enter into it but the moment a female enters the general compartment (which is impossible considering the crowd) all the people in there suddenly start staring at the new female entrant. At that very moment you start thinking have u done the correct thing by entering in a general compartment? If you ask me then really general compartment is not at all safe for ladies and I really don’t know any concrete reason about my this preconceptions. And this is why all the ladies just stuff into those 2 compartments.
Recently a girl fell down from the same compartment my friend was traveling, people pulled the chain but it didn’t work. Talking about the local trains one must see CST-ANDHERI local that reaches Wadala at 8.58 people just come and stick into the train as if the train is a magnet and they are iron pieces. And India spends only 2% of its whole railway budget on safety. One is traveling comfortably in a 1st class and suddenly bombs blast everyone is clueless. While asking questions on safety in local trains answers do strike like it is impossible to start more trains as there are enough, impossible to check all the passengers. Bur still somewhere we have hope that these things may get better one day. Government is surely questioned everyday but they are too busy in either their personal fights or thinking about changing Mumbai to Shanghai an impossible dream. And in my opinion it is the high time that some youth should come forward and take the charge. I know the entire youth curse the government like me but cursing and then running away to some other country is not a solution actually. We have to come ahead though we youth don’t have any experience but we have enthusiasm and a new and fresh point of view. Till then like every Indian I am also sitting in a hope that one day India will surely become a safer place to live in.

similarly dissimilar
AM goin to talk about similar people with hell lot of dissimilarities strange isn't it but yes i have experienced this.

To start this lets start with the point where i started thinkin about it. Recently i stay in panvel, navi mumbai.As my father has a transferrable job we shifted here 3 yrs back. Before that i stayed in Mehsana,gujrat for a long period of 9 years so on every behaviour or act of mine there exists a bit gujju impact n thanks a lot that i am in a gujju college now this impact will go deeper. Well when i came here i was totally new me in a world of unknown people unfamiliar faces. As i was in 11th my tutions started before the school. Everyday i used to go to the tutions stand in the corner and think one day i will become the centre of attraction and thanks to the kind famous people on Kendriya vidyalaya panvel that they let me share there limelight. Well one day after the maths tution (of saxena aunty that tution is the worst and best tution i have ever been to worst because i really suffered a inferiority complex when i joined it and best simply because of saxena aunty who showered her unconditional love on us n yes in boards i got 97 in maths thanx a lot aunty...) we were standing outside aunty's place as usual. I was new to those people so i was standing and listening to them quitely and laughing occasionally on there jokes to impress them. Suddenly the famous lady Sweksha (now one of my most precious freind here) asked me that you are 99.9% like anyone else in dis world thats what survey says then whats in that 0.1% thats left behind my reply was in a ekta kapur way that 0.1% is my ASTITVA( searched from dictionary it means existence or entity) every single girl standing there started laughing they liked the joke i was feeling like a winner at last i succeeded to make them laugh and with that joke i was welcomed to the group of famous people. For them it was a joke for me it was a big question whats in that 0.1% n here we get similar people with hell lot of dissimilarity.

I have two freinds swetha who was there with me in mehsana and ritty who was there with me in KV panvel. These two girls are completely different from each other Swetha likes to fall in love so her theory is to forget your ex find a new guy and Ritty's theory is love is wastage of time but still i find them alike i don't know y???i call ritty swetha n vice versa. I thought a lot and found out they both have a great leadership quality and with that a quality of digesting my secrets so is these are the things except that both are south indians that make them similar may be yes or may be a big NO because many people may be having these two qualities but i don't call them Ritty or swetha. Or may be in my mind i have a place reserved for swetha where Ritty fits in totally. The problem of similar people doesn't only comes to me my mom also encounters the same problem every morning when Krishna aunty calls her n she addresses her as Tuhina aunty then she realises her mistake and rectifies it. I thought may be this similarities we get is because we are too attached to someone that we find them everywhere. but again namita in mehsana is my best freind but i never got someone like her in panvel neither i got sumone like Mohana of panvel in mehsana. In mehsana colony i was like a familiar figure so in a walk of 30 mins i used to say 60 namaste n almost 100 hellos when i walk in panvel colony i do the same. Sometimes when i see a unfamiliar figure in panvel i think i have seen the same person somewhere in mehsana who was unfamiliar to me as well so i don't think closeness or farness to someone decides the similar thing. And ya i have found for every madhura in mehsana there is a soumya in panvel,for every madhushri in mehsana there is a Pj preethi in panvel,for every pranay in mehsana there is a tarun in panvel,for every anu in mehsana there exist a laxmi rajan in panvel,for every laxmi mishra in mehsana der exists a devanshi in panvel.

So whenever i go to a new place i like to find out similar people from two different world of mine. You too sit down and think how many similar people with many dissimilarities you know but you will never find out a solid reason to tell you y are they actually similar.I am still searchin for my answers hope i get it one day.

well i knw i made this blog l0ong ago but didn't post anything now off late i m too much inspired by too many people n hence m startin my blog so this day should be considered as my first day on the bloggers world.

talking about the inspirations my biggest inspiration is offcourse my papa who has started again his old hobby n thats writing.He has innumberable hobbies and i really try to copy him but fail everytime but i keep on trying even if one day i succeed to be 1% (genetically m almost 75% like him talking here about mentally) like him i will be the happiest person in this world. And ya i hav also inspirations like one of my senior her writings are just amazing,some superstars n some authors i don't know how far i will succeed but lets just start.