One Day..

It was a lovely Sunday morning in the cold winters of Delhi. They woke up in each others arms, each caressing the other with the intangible and impeccable love they adorned. They held to each other as if this morning would never come to an end.. held tight to not let the other go... for after having a wonderful time together in last two years.. it's time for them to part.

The caretakers of the orphanage finally found surrogate parents for one of the brother's... the little one. From here on.. life's gonna change... for both of them. And hopefully.. in a good sense. Finger's crossed.

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# UN's WFP

Roz Ki Baatein...



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    zindagi.. kuch shabdon ki kahani..

    kuch pal me beet jaate..
    wo din ke chaubees ghante..
    kuch minton ki neend..
    aur chehre pe padne lagti.. wo sunhari roshni..
    fir wahi..
    kuch pal ke chaubees ghante..
    zindagi maano ki yun.. saanson se nahi..
    ghaadi ki sui se chal rahi ho.
    :\

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    ♫ ♫ Madno, Lamhaa

Kuch Saans Bhi De Do..

di hai jo zindagi..

kuch saans bhi de do.
raat jo di hai..
kabhi neend bhi de do.
jo diye hain raste..
koi manzil bhi de do.
aankhen jo di hain..
thodi roshni bhi de do.
di hai jo pyaas..
kabhi neer bhi de do.
khusboo to di hai..
bikherne ko hawa bhi de do.
di hai jo zindagi..
kuch saans bhi de do.

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    Now Playing... Haal-e-Dil.. by BigB

I wish you did..

    you hear what is being said...

    but u only listen..

    what you want to..

    the point is..

    if you can listen to..

    the speaking words..

    between the spaces..

    of the words spoken.

    the words..

    that have meaning..

    only in silence..

    only then..

    you actually know the person.

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Listening to.... 'Tum Ho' by Mohit Chauhan

Kuch Shabd Purane..

    aaj subah ugte suraj ne...

    palat palat un peele panno ko.. 

    mujh sang yaadon ko bhi jaga diya..

    baarish yahan hui jo waisi..

    palkon ko bheegoti.. wo..

    bhini bhini mitti ki khushboo..

    baithe hue khidki ke sahare...

    takte yun bahar..

    bheegi hui sadken.. aur unpe chalte..

    kuch wo do-ek kadam..

    aur fir.. naa jaane kyun laga aisa..

    kareeb hi shayad koi...

    ek anjaani si dhun baja raha tha..

    jee to hua yun ki..

    dhundhun.. dekhun.. ki wo kaun hai..

    ehsaaas hua fir yun..  ki wo koi aur nahi..

    bas mann ke ander ki aaawaz hai..

    khush tha shayad wo..

    ya fir... shayad beparwaah..

    shaam bhi kuch waisi hi thi..

    an-ant baatein aur..

    tan tan karti sheeshe ki botle..

    baat wo jo bas...

    chhand shabdon me kahni thi...

    naa jaane kab..

    ek puri kahani me tabdeel ho gayi..

    Jab dhyan gaya us...

    thande padte neele aasman ki taraf..

    to laga yun ki..

    ummeed bas ab is aane waali raat se hai..

    neendon me hi sahi..

    khwab koi to naya wo le aaye..

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    Listening to... The Scientist by Coldplay

what went wrong?

Once there was this little boy. He loved small plants. But unfortunately he had none at his home. So, he thought of planting one on his own. Upon request, his dad bought him a small sapling, some fertilizers and a small pot.

The little boy gathered all the soil he could and filled his pot with it. Mixed the fertilizer well and planted his sampling. He, then later watered the sapling.

That night he dreamt that his plant has grown tall and also has some roses budding on it. He dreamed of how beautiful his plant looked with so many colours on it.

When he woke up in the morning, first thing he did was to run to his plant and check it out. He found that the plant was same as he left it yesterday. He thought maybe he didn't mix enough fertilizer and didn't give it enough water. He pondered that may be he shouldn't have kept it in the sun. His plant didn't grow because it might have been sweating under 45°C sun.

He brought the pot inside in the shade. Mixed the entire box of fertilizer in the soil and kept watering it every hour. He made it sure that there always was more water than the soil could actually absorb. His mom told him that he was doing it all wrong. And, so did his friends. But he didn't care what others said. It was “his” plant and how can others know better than him about it. He thought everyone hated his plant and wanted it to die.

Days passed by. The leaves of his plant started drying up. The only flower that was there when his dad bought the sapling home was also gone. And one day, his beloved plant died.

He could not understand what happened. He kept thinking what went wrong. He showered his plant with so much love and care. He always watered it. He made sure his plant was not left under the hot sun. He also kept mixing the fertilizers everyday. What else did his plant want?

Today he knows, too much of anything.. kills everything. And.. too much of everything.. kills anything.

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Listening to... Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Eric Clapton

Defining Fiction...

fiction is just an escape that was invented by people who wanted their real life to be less strange than it usually is... invented by people who couldn't accept the harsh reality that life brought with it... invented by people who always wanted to be heard and were ashamed to share what life actually had got them... invented by people who were running from themselves...

and by people who....... were strong enough to forget their worries and think about something else... by people who were optimistic about happily ever after... by people who taught us to have hope.... by people who taught us to fight and believe when no one believes in us.... by those who knew.. life could actually be different...

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Listening to... No one is to blame by Howard Jones

bas palken hi to jhapki thi..

ek mehfil hua karti thi yahan..
fir ab veerana sa kyun hai?
bas palken hi to jhapki thi..
fir sab badla sa kyun hai?


ek dhaga bhi to bandha tha..
fir sab beekhra sa kyun hai?
bas palken hi to jhapki thi..
fir sab badla sa kyun hai?


jab raah kabhi chhodi na maine..
fir sab bhatka sa kyun hai?
bas palken hi to jhapki thi..
fir sab badla sa kyun hai?


kuch oos ki boondein hi to thi..
fir sab bheega sa kyun hai?
bas palken hi to jhapki thi..


..fir sab badla sa kyun hai?

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Listening to.. Coming Back to Life by Pink Floyd

Two Steps..

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when it feels.. its been eternity..
since.. u have been.. trying..

when it feels.. in life..
u have done enough.. and u can't anymore..
when it feels.. u are tired..
and.. that is all.. u are done walking..
u realise.. its actually..
just two steps.. that..u have taken so far..
and worse is.. u think..
if these were.. the right steps.. or wrong..

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Listening to.. I wanna go Home.. by Michael Buble

Life...

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Scared! Scared of yourself.. Scared of your feelings.. Scared of your way of looking at life.. Scared of your belief on relationships.. Scared of unselfish friendship.. Scared of Your love for someone.. You are scared.

You are not sure what you will be doing a little later in life.. and you can’t even look out for the answer.. because.. you don’t even know what exactly you are doing right now! You are scared of the uncertain future.. just because you feel your present hasn’t been good the way you wanted it to be. You ask yourself same question again and again.. and again. You talk to your friends of the same things. You are scared of taking a decision. You want to win.. but you don’t want to play! You are scared of the sun’s heat, unaware of the light it brings.

Scared of coming in front of someone.. a special someone. Scared of looking straight into her eyes. And you ask yourself “why?”. But the question remains unanswered. You think all weird.. You put in every odd combination of time and place.. and then get scared. You think of her all the time, walking, driving, sleeping, and dreaming. You find her every where, class, library, market, playground, canteen and cinema. But then one day you realize your heart’s broken. Well.. somebody else asked her out and you were a little late. What do you do now? Think.. cry.. dream.. and start all over again.. a new phase. And then again you find yourself.. thinking of her. But this “her” may not be the same. And you are scared. Will it happen again? Will your heart be broken again? What if the former loves you and the later doesn’t? You lie down. Stare at the sky. Scared again! Scared of all the “what?” in your life.

You suddenly realized that people around you are selfish.. and may be the friends you thought you were very close to.. are not actually the best people one can be around with. They are certainly not the greatest you ever met. And then you tend to realize.. the people who are now too far from you.. are some of the most important ones in your life! But you fail to see that they too might be feeling the same way. They might be confused and scared as you are. You are still scared. Scared to make the first move to get them back into your life.

You are scared of where you are. You want to create a space for yourself in the crowd. You want people to know you.. You want your presence to be felt.. You try.. Your opinions get stronger.. and You get nosey. You look into the matters of others, and find yourself judging more than usual.. because you feel you have better answers for life. You tend to help people in every matter; people whom you think are your friend. But then one day you realize.. there were certain boundaries in your life and so in everyone’s life which are constantly adding things to the list of.. what is acceptable and what isn’t. You learn that you got to act differently in front of different faces. And you are scared again. Scared of putting up a wrong mask at a wrong place. Scared of being what you are not.

You are scared of changing yourself as required. You try to stick to your beloved past with your life and then you feel.. the harder you try to hold on to the past.. the faster it moves further and further away from you. Away! And then you aren’t left with any choice but to move on.. Move ahead with what you have – A bunch of experience. You laugh at yourself.. you cry.. you scream.. You feel alone.. Confused and Scared.

You are scared.. and so are others. Scared of everything.. anything. And that’s life.

02:00 AM, 16th March 2007

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P.S. Song for the post.. Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head 

unwished wish...

unwritten words...
unspoken phonetics..

unsung song..
unplayed melody..

unthought thougts..
undone deeds..

unaquainted friend..
unacknowledged togetherness..

unfelt feelings..
unseen dreams..

unachieved goals..
unborn life...

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P.S. Song for the post... Bari Barsi by joSh

Most of the time... it so happens..

most of the time..

it so happens...

most of the time..

it so happens...

that..

by the time u realise..

wht u "just" did..

it is "already"..

too late...

to undo what u've done..

most of the time..

it so happens..

that..

by the time u realise..

what u "just" said..

it is "already"..

too late..

to take it back..

most of the time..

it so happens..

that..

by the time u realise..

it "just" rained..

it is "already"..

too late..

to go out and dance..

most of the time..

it so happens..

that..

by the time u realise..

what u "just" dreamt..

it is "already"..

too late..

to make it come true...

most of the time..

it so happens..

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P.S. Song for the post... I want to break free... by Queen

You..

 

more u push it away..
more it drags u with itself..
u close ur eyes..
and there it is.. again.
grrr.. what r u doing?
c'mon stop cribbing...
stop talking abt it..
it doesnt help!
best is to let go..
take a deep breath..
no no.. do not think..
just be what u are..
just be what u were..
do what u always wanted to..
eat that u always cherished..
dream what u always did..
listen to songs u never tried..
and.. be with people..
who make u happy..
who make u feel special..
who make u feel.. You!

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P.S. I decided to henceforth share a song with my posts.. so here goes the first one...."Dumb" by Nirvana. Hope you enjoy listening to it.

walking another mile..

here i am..
walking another mile.
the last one..
had experiences..
both..good and bad.
good gave me..
memories to cherish..
and bad.. lessons to learn.
so had each one given me..
i mean..
all the miles i ever walked.
some success..
to be the momentous king,
and some failures..
to be slave of my own thoughts.
so had i been lucky?
to see them all through..
thick or thin.
or is it my own will..
that helped me cross?
well... i dont know...
but i prefer not to stop..
so.. here i am...
walking another mile..

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Coffee?

Its said....

"a lot can happen over coffee"

I say....

"a lot more happens over Tequila"

;)

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Kuch Karke Jana Hai..

mann maajhi jo ho..

to kya jarurat fir naao ki..

mazaa jo lena ho lahron ka..

taair ke jana hai..

parr sapno ke jo hon..

to kya jarurat fir raat ki..

chhoona ho gar aasman ko..

udd ke jana hai..

dariya apna jeevan jo ho..

to kya jarurat fir boondon ki..

pyaas bujhani ho jo ghat ki..

doob ke jana hai..

aag humari soch jo ho..

to kya jarurat fir badal ki..

paar jo karna ho suraj ko..

jalaake jana hai..

rang humare saathi jo hon..

to kya jarurat fir barsaat ki..

panaa ho jo indradhanush ko..

aasman rang ke jana hai..

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MANN HAI...

us parchai se pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

kaale thande aasman ke tale,

aaj kho jaane ka bada mann hai.

aasha aur nirasha se pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

jugnuon ko fir se dekh chamakte,

aaj hasne ka bada mann hai.

khwabon ko rakh pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

gunguna kar un yaadon ko,

aaj rone ka bada mann hai.

rakh panno aur shyahi ko pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

do labz us ghazal ke,

aaj dohrane ka bada mann hai.

us parchai se pare,

aaj jeene ka bada mann hai.

kaale thande aasman ke tale,

aaj peene ka bada mann hai.

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BECAUSE OF YOU

I had a colorful life. With colors around. All around. My frends were happy and so was I. All we did all day was to lay lazy where we were... do nothing... just chit chatting.. joking and having fun....... until one day... when i was sold...

he took me with him.. he looked happy... and the evil grin on his face really scared me... i dont know what he was upto... i hoped i would be safe.. but u know how it is.... he held me.. and made me sit in the front.. he held me with one hand and balanced with the other.. he knew... if i get a chance.. i would run away... so he kept holding me all the way... and held me so tight that it started to hurt... but.. i cant complain... its against the protocol...

he slows down... i guess this is where he lives... holding me he gets off his bi-cycle.. leaves it to the support of the courtyard walls and moves inside... he took me to a room.. it had nothing but a wooden bed with a home made mattress on it... by the side there is a wooden cupboard.. pretty old... a table fan at a corner.. and by the shabby looking window is kept an oil lamp... he makes me sit on the bed and closes the window.. he then leaves me there closing the door behind....

so.. i lay here in the dark.. thinking of what all is about to come... it looks like he knows what he is doing... so i am not that scared.. but yes... i am scared a little.. after all its gonna be my first time... so, untill this moment.. i didnt imagine anything too bad.... but.. worse strikes only when u cdnt imagine it would be coming... i could hear some voices coming from the courtyard.... the door opened.. and there he was... back.. with a couple of his friends...... and now i am scared...

They got closer... staring at me with an awe of happiness and i dont know what... I went blank.. nothing could go on my mind.. i stopped thinking... Just lowered my eyes... and left everything to my fate... he held me by the side and took me outside... his friends followed... i did not have any guts to look around me.. or look at the back... or even raise my eyes... i just did what i was asked to.. with my eyes lowered I could just see the wheels of the bicycle laying against the wall... the well and kept by it was the bucket which had lost its shape and colour... I sat down on the floor... they surrounded me.. and i could barely see any light.... then something happened...

something pinched around my neck and my waist... the acute pain made me faint.. and the blur faces was the last thing i remember.. i dont know what happened to me.. i dont know how long i had been in that state... when i opened my eyes... i could see the sky.... i turned.. i was in an open field... well atleast it seemed like one... i heard some water flowing.. i got up and sat... yeah there was a river....

and then... i felt the pain again... and i realised i was tied around my neck and waist... before I could figure out what was happening to me... i experience a sudden pull and there i was..... taking my first flight... within a few minutes.. i was almost touching the sky... reaching out to the rainbow... feeling the colours... feeling the happiness of being what i am meant to be... to fly... and when i looked down... i could see the excitement in their eyes...

had it not been him.. i would have never known..... what i could do.. what i am capable of.. had he not held the string right... i would never had the safe flight... had he not been there... i would have never known... how high could i fly.... because of him... i am living my dream... :) :)

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IF LIFE IS A BITCH.. WE ARE THE DOGS!

long have we all been cribbing about life being a bitch..
quite often it happens that when u are all set on the pitch of life..
just ahead of the half century...
life throws its “googly”..
and there u are.. stumped..
and u are dismayed... displeased with the luck.. displeased to think..
u could have had a century..
but the questions arises..
what if u were out after the century?
will u feel good and be proud of ur performance?
probably not.. then u will think... and i am pretty sure one does..
“god dammit i could have had a double century”
hmmm.. so.. if it is life which is a bitch..then we are all a dog..
we are never ever satisfied...
with whatever and no matter how much we get and we keep screwing our life...
and it is not life which screws us..
isnt it?