Sunday, 10 February 2013

Maa


Neend bahut aati hai kam sai
thak ke,Maa tu hoti to keh dete ki
 ek Cup chai bana de…!!

Thak gaye hai PG ki roti kha kha
 ke,Maa tu hoti to keh dete parathe
 bana de…!!

Bandh gaye hai room ki char
 diwari me,Maa tu hoti to kehti zara
 bahar ghum le…!!

Wohi koshish roj khush rehne
 ki,Maa tu hoti to muskura lete…!!

Pareshaniya to bhot hai yaha,Maa
 tuje btate to tuje bhi rula dete…!!

Bahut door nikal aaye hai ghar
 se,Maa tere sapno ki parwah
 naa hoti to kabke ghar chale
 aate…!!

Aaye hain ghar se door,sirf yehi
 soch kar ki
 Inn pareshaniyo k baad MAA-PAPA
 ko duniya ki har khushi dila de !!!

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Happy Rose Day



 Stop and stare
 I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
 Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
 But I've become what I can't be, oh
 Stop and stare
 You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
 And you'd give anything to get what's fair
 But fair ain't what you really need here !!!

<<< ... Happy Rose Day... >>>

Thursday, 3 January 2013

My conversation with life…


As the house sleeps in deep slumber at night 1 :00 am, when evn i should be in deepest of my dreams, i am awake, wide awake,, looking blankly at the ceiling above, , my mind is awake with strange questions, high ambitions, and it is yearning to talk its heart out,, well even at this time my 2 am friend would be sleeping peacefully, all i had was my mind and the long night, and my questions…i usually like the silence of the night, it brings me one o one with my thoughts, and thats exactly what was happening with me the other night,, i started to write an unusual conversation with life itself,, hoping that life would somewhere answer me that why its the way it is, why its not the way it should be,, i began with ,,

me : hey life how have u been ,,
life : u know how i have been ,,,as if mockingly smiling at me at night 1:00 am
me : yeah i know not too smooth,, you have had a tough time throughout,,
life : yes.. and i dnt find any chance of easing the situations down for you too, its my gift to you …you see,,,
me : ahh yess , i do see, i have been seeing it for a while now, you love throwing challenges at me don’t you…?? i asked scornfully…
life ; well it was sent from above, i thought it must be for you,, so i just pass it on to you, but i do provide a lot of choices too,, to fight or to give up,
to smile or to cry,
to win or to lose,
to make a difference or just sit where you are, don’t i ?

me : oh yess,,, the choices, how can i forget that,,, u have had given me tough choices, real tough ones, sometimes i really wish there were no such things as choices, no decisions, no defining moments, no thinking twice before doing anything,
i really wish, you were as soft as a rose petal, as melodious as a mother’s lullaby to her child which lulls her off to sleep with no worries,
as honest as if the word deciet never really existed, but thats all wishful thinking,, i find it instead cacophonic sometimes, unreciprocative, not even responding to help you out from the problem, thorny which prick,, and hurt

life: hmmm… i am not so bad as you think… i prefer taking an exam first and then teaching the good way,, u learn to get up 8 times after i make u fall 7 times, u learn to smile after i make you cry in the hardest times, you learn to trust after you have got betrayal in the first chance, above all i somewhere teach you to take risks, because that makes you believe in your strength and work on your weakness , thats why you succeed 90 % well 10 % u just leave it to him,, because you believe that i am a gift of his to you and he would always protect your gift that is your life, that is me  

Land eventually due to my tough ways which you and i both experience you learn to survive,,
me : but do i live sometimes ? i just survive,, i want to live life as the way i want,
my mind questioned back retortedly almost disturbing the silence when it realised my voice had too counted in the question..

To this life replied diplomatically and cunningly,, again your choice.. do u wanna celebrate or just exist.. if you wanna celebrate then work hard,, to make it worthwhile, and if you want to just exist then just do nothing and sit and blankly look at where i am going….

I asked almost crying out.. why do you always have to answer this way??
to this life seemed to answer smilingly because i want YOU to make the right decision…
i asked and how do i do that, just like a lost child wants to know the way back home.

Sometimes i feel life shows an answer to everything….
and too this too it seemed to reply … by listening to your heart…
and i was still at the answer , still gazing at the ceiling, and the hour hand slowly ticking by 2:05 am,, i had still more questions… i am never short of them either in my mind or in my life..
i asked, doesn’t mind to play a role in this, ?? eagerly waiting for life to answer back in my imaginary conversation which was running in my mind….
life : yes it does, it has to be strong after the heart follows its way, after the heart does what it wishes to, the mind should be strong enough like the heart to be strong, to be calm to be poised, to rule out negativity after you decide that this is it…
me : what if ?? it does…
life : then it is your responsibility to act like a shield and safegaurd the heart’s decision . and not let any futile thought change it,,
me : what if the heart is not right at times ? it may take the wrong decision,
life : what if the mind is right according to you and yet the decision you make with mind is proved to be wrong .. ??
if you find logic with every thing.. you won’t find faith,,, faith doesn’t need logic, it just needs the heart as its place.. to reside…

I looked still ,, at life as it how easily it answered my most complicated question.. well i had even more… and as if i wanted an answer to every thing happening,, every reason,, i was impatient, i was helpless, i was almost broken,,, life told..

Somethings are meant to be because god wants them to be like that ,, may be you are learning new things which you don’t realise now but you will realise later when you look at me, from some point of your life, where there will be questions as you have now, but you would have some answers too…
i somewhere wanted to believe that,, may be i was learning something.. may be i was learning life.
for the first time i had a candid chat with my life,, trying to find reason.. trying to instill faith that whatever happens happens for the good,. and may be i wanted to take that as an answer to my unanswered question, to my question as in why i had failed.. to my question why i was left alone, to my question.. why i was made to cry.. ? life answers in some way or the other

As i looked outside the window…there was tinge of sunlight in the dark sky…. the dawn had come.. a new day had begun…filling my heart with hope and gratitude to life that whatever it had given me i would live it,, as i CHOSE to do so,,  and my converstaion with my life that night taught me something new…that life is all about choices folks,, never chances…

Friday, 28 December 2012

What is my fault ?




(...Dedicated to the girl suffering )


What is my fault ?

If I was born as a girl to my lovely little family. What is my fault, if my dad taught me to live my life happily and freely as he was always there to back me and protect me from this world. What is my fault if my teacher taught me that India is a democratic country, I can breathe as I like, I can laugh as I like and I can live as I like. I had a happy and normal life, just like you. But one day my life changed, I got victim of few people’s lewdness. I got raped.

I screamed, I cried, I hauled but there was no body to hear my heart crying scream. I pleaded to those beasts to leave me for the sake of humanity, but they didn't. I was in unbearable pain, I was begging them to pity me, but they didn't. With my body, my heart too was in pain, extreme pain.

They were so brutal to me as if I was a non living thing, didn't they notice me breathing? They could have easily bought sex in few bucks, then why did they do this to me at the cost which I can’t afford for my entire lifetime?
 Was the cost of my life so cheap for them, that they denied pitying me and threw me to die?

People say it’s the fault of the “Inappropriate Dress”, is it?
Then why do women get raped although wearing a Saree and Full draped dress?
Then why do small little kids get raped? Their innocent heart would be the “Inappropriate” thing.
And why do boys get raped now days too? They must be walking freely in the street and that would be the “Inappropriate” thing – Bogus excuses.

IS IT MY FAULT?

NO, IT IS NOT.

It is the fault of those satyr maniacs out there who are in search of every next girl whose life they can destroy and fulfill their heinous and shameful desires. It is the fault of the law which is not strong enough, and therefore such people are not afraid of it before carrying out such an act.

That day, my heart died but body still breathes, for the ones who love me and that are my family and friends. I scream for JUSTICE and so do they.

-Today is was her. Tomorrow it could be you or the one you love the most. Share and raise your voice and demand justice for her by demanding from the government, the most brutal punishment ever to those inhuman bastards, so that such an act never ever takes place in future.

RIP Damini !!!

Thursday, 20 December 2012

It’s a Man’s World.. I guess




Dedicated to gals voice:...

I get out of my home every day with a fear
... I hope I don’t get touched, and no one gets near
Is my dress too short, or shirt too tight?
‘Coz I have to travel back home in the night.

The man back in the bus gave me a stare,
I wish I could turn back and give him a glare
I thought to myself, don’t create a mess
If you ignore it, the pain will be less.

I walked to my workplace, as fast as I could
A loafer commented which didn’t sound so good
I wanted to beat him till he was nearly dead
But I thought of myself, and passed silently instead.

My workplace I regarded a safe place to be
Where I could be confident, feel safe and free
But, I wish I hadn’t, when one day I ran late,
I couldn’t believe what was in my fate.

Who said we are equal to our counterpart, men?
If you say so, I beg you to think again
I state aloud that it’s a man’s world
With a flag of masculinity proudly unfurled.

When will I walk with my head held high
Without the thorn of fear itching my eye
Without being stared at or getting teased
Will the pain of a woman ever be eased...?
<< We r humans, show sm humanity >>

Sunday, 25 November 2012

daRE


Difficult relationships usually mean difficult conversations. Sometime focusing on enhancing the conversational dynamics can help the relationships be a little less difficult.

'How dare they speak to me like that!'...is a thought that becomes a memory of a ‘bad feeling’, that becomes a fear that it may happen again, that becomes a mental and emotional obstacle, that almost ensures you will have a difficult conversation in the future!

Conversations become difficult for different reasons. But the root cause always lies within us not them! It’s really just a statement to our self that we need to learn more about our self and why we are making things difficult in the first place. But it’s not easy to see that the other person is never the problem, regardless of what they say or do. But if we can say to our self, ‘now what is this person, this conversation, this scene we are both in, trying to teach me’, we may find that we can come away from the interaction with some moments of personal enlightenment and access to a deeper strength within our self. It’s just that we may have to do that in retrospect at first!

Sunday, 28 October 2012

ALREADY?? Given up


You may own an expensive camera but not be a photographer or have a personal library of your own for that matter but that doesn’t make you an avid reader. Tell me who wrote homer to write or Van Gogh to paint. The answer dwells right in your first effort at anything you proudly taught yourself.

Your interests and your will to learn is your only power. No one can teach you the practicalities of the subject. You can memorize every written word or write an elaborate thesis as far as the technicality is concerned but it’s only in the battleground midst the roaring war cries that will awaken the warrior inside you.

You will never learn anything in the confines of your mental narrowness. You want to draw? find your scape, you want to write? look out for inspiration. It might just be lurking around the corner or perhaps a great story disguised as a fellow passenger.

If you tell me it’s too late for changing your line or bringing those dreams to being. I am guessing that you might either be on your death-bed or a cowardice for have given up so early .The truth is

‘It’s never too late to believe the unbelievable and snatch that possible out of impossible’.

You may slip into a stagnant position regretting the ‘what ifs” in your cubicle at the age of twenty-five or still struggle to learn mandarin at eighty or who knows you become the one who dropped out of college , took creative classes including calligraphy, sleeping on a floor in a friend’s dorm but dreaming about what is now a 108 billion dollar multinational corporation or be a sheer entrepreneurial success who inspired countless dreamers in our own country while his own childhood helplessly passed in supporting his family just after he got through high school.

If you have taken your life for granted and if you think that your tomorrow is promised to you and so are your ten years down the lane then congratulation for locking yourself in a windowless room and gulping down your ‘key to freedom’ but if there is still a slight possibility of an escape then just

Broaden your prospects and not your excuses…