Saturday, March 12, 2016

Jiye Jaa Rahe Hain...


कल के सपने, पलकों पे अपने।
मंज़िल की कमी है,
पर चले जा रहे हैं।

अपनों की गलतियां, वक़्त के हिस्से।
दम-साज़ की कमी है,
पर साथ निभाए जा रहे हैं।

हाथों की लकीरें, किस्मत के किस्से।
खुशियों की कमी है,
पर मुस्कुराये जा रहे हैं।

किश्तों की ज़िन्दगी, गैरों से रिश्ते।
सांसों की कमी है,
पर जिये जा रहे हैं।

Friday, January 22, 2016


#google images

kabhi kabhi mujhe ye samajh nahi aata..
ki sahi aur galat ki paribhasha itni bikhri si kyun hain.
jo paschim me sahi hai.. wo purab me galat...
aur jo purab ke uttar me sahi hai.. wo wahan dakshin me galat..
agar hum iss sabhyta se hain to ye galat hai..
aur uss samaaj se hain to wo galat hai..
jo iss samay sahi hai.. wo beete waqt me galat..
aur jo beete waqt me sahi tha.. unpe to aascharya hota hai.

aadhi se jyada zindagi..
sahi aur galat ki uljhi hui gaanth ko suljhane me hi nikal jaati hai.
agar koi dili iccha bhi ho.. to pehle ye sochna padta hai..
kahin ye kuch galat to nahi.
humare saaare rishton ki buniyad sirf..
sahi aur galat pe tiki hoti hai.
chahe jitna bhi sahi kar lo.. par koi galti nahi honi chahiye.
aur ye kaun bhed kare ki kya galat hai kya sahi..
mujhe isska koi ilm nai.

hum apna sara dhyan.. zindagi bhar..
galtiyon ko dhundhne me laga dete hai..
khas taur pe dusron ki.
har kisi ko aaj apne se jyada dusron ki padi hoti hai..
ye nahi ki wo humari fikr karte hain...
bas shayad isliye..
ki auron, gairon aur..
khastaur se apnon ki zindagi ke chutkule lene me..
hum aur humare samaaj ki khaasi dilchaspi hoti hai.

agar mauka mile to shayad humara samaaj..
zindagi chalane ke liye bhi ek driving license jaari karna shuru kar de..
ki haan bhai ab tum apni zindagi me faisla lene ke kabil ho.
par usme bhi kitni aazadi hogi? shayad kuch bhi nahi.
zindagi ke har mod aur failse pe fir bhi..
humare bade.. rishtedar aur samaajik thulle khade honge..
nahi.. iss baat ki ijazat humara parivar nahi deta..
uss baat ki ijazat humara samaaj nahi deta.
aakhir kis baat ki ijazat hoti hai humen?
shayad sirf "unki iccha ke bina kuch naa karne ki".

parivar.. rishtedar aur samaaj..
sabko sath lekar chalein.. to chalna mushkil.
akele chalein.. to jeena mushkil.
agar hum zidd karke kuch khaas logon ko mana bhi len..
to sabse chhupana padta hai..
"baat ghar ke ander rahni chahiye"
ghum firke har kahani wahin..
sahi aur galat pe aa jaati hai.

chupane se kya haqeekat badal jaati hai?
aaj kise nahi pata.. ki lifafe me lipti botle..
sharab ki hai? nahi.. firbhi chhupana hai.
kya lifafa udha dene se..
uss insaan ke baare me humara nazariya badal jata hai?
nahi.. badalta hai to sirf humara nazariya zahir karne ka tareeka..
saamne ki jagah.. ab hum fusfate hain..
"ssshhh... kaisa aaadmi hai.. roz sharab peeta hai".
are peeta hai to peeta hai.. unki zindagi hai..
use karne do sahi aur galat ka faisla.
par nahi.. galat.. galat.. galat.

agar koi mujhse puche..
ki sahi aur galat ki meri paribhasha kya hai.
to main kahunga...
agar meri zindagi hai.. mera faisla hai..
to sahi hai.
aur meri zindagi faisla tumhara hai..
to galat hai.
naaa jaaane itni chhoti si baat ko samajhne me..
humare parivar, rishtedar aur samaaj ko..
kitna aur waqt lagega.

Friday, April 17, 2015


The key point here is "Fairy Tale". Though most of the places in Europe could be thrown into this category, I would specifically mention only those where I have been.

  • Neuschwanstein Castle, Germany: The inspiration behind Disney's Castle of Sleeping Beauty.

  • Eltz Castle, GermanyAnother castle in the beautiful Mosel Valley in Germany. Not just the Castle, but the surrounding and the walk upto the Castle is mesmerizing. To get the best view, walk upto the highest point possible past the Castle.

  • Breitachklamm, GermanyThere is not way any picture could give any idea of how amazing this place is. You start at the bottom, at the level of the river and you keep walking upwards while all the time walking on a thin planked pathway.

  • Rothenburg, GermanyA small town in Southern Germany.  It is well known for its well-preserved medieval old town. It is part of the popular Romantic Road through southern Germany.

  • Prague, Czech RepublicThe Czech Capital is by far the most beautiful city I have ever visited. It is charming as well as historic. Being capital city of the Holy Roman Empire for centuries, the city has its fair share of architecture, art and culture, mixed with simplicity and grandiose at the same time.

  • Bruges, Belgium: I do not have enough words to express the beauty of this small town from Belgium.

  • Bastei and Elbe Sandstone Mountains, Germany/Czech R.: The mountains are also referred to as Saxon Switzerland and Bohemian Switzerland in both German and Czech. The Place has been declared a national park in both countries.

  • Black Forest, Germany: The place famous for Cuckoo Clocks and mouth watering Black-Forest cakes. The place is also amazingly beautiful in all seasons. If you are in Germany, and have nothing planned for the weekend, a hike in the Schwarzwald is highly recommended.

There cannot be any picture that can really tell you the experience you will have on visiting them. They can only tell you what to expect. To truly appreciate any of the place mentioned in this or other answer, you must really visit them and see them yourself.

Just do one thing. Pack a small bag. Get a EuroRail pass. And hop on a train through Europe. You will thank me!

Happy Traveling! :-)

P.S. All images from the Web. Post reproduced from my own answer on Quora

Tuesday, January 07, 2014


It's been a while. Yes, I know. Normally, I do not write about what has been going on in my life. But, I guess my blog needs a explanation for the "it's been a while". To keep it short, a job switch comes with a heavy price of leaving the comfortable shadow of a homely city to the hustle and bustle of new one, the pain of parting with awesome friends and great colleagues.. but definitely you carry some awesome memories.

Settling down ain't easy either. The basic human needs like internet are not readily available most of the times. In a closed European (read German) society, meeting and making new friends ain't easy either. Then you have to find a new place to throw your paraphernalia's, which depending on your language skills could take tiresome 3-4 months or even more. 

However, you still try to find sometime for yourself (to do justice to the new city) and try to explore the city a little. In this adventure you meet some awesome people (some friends some acquaintances), visit incredible place (some vintage museum to some leisure walks) and sometime do crazy stuff (...errrr let's not go into that).

I moved to Düssledorf sometime in July last year, an incredibly expensive city for no reason whatsoever. Nevermind. I got to visit something like a museum, well more of a garage, that goes by the name of 'classic remise'. What a mesmerizing place for all vintage car lovers. From Mercedes, BMW, Jaguar, Audi, Alfa-Romeo... there is no end. From the names that ceased to exist with time and the names that are still creating history in their own sense. All at one place. I will stop saying anything more and let you have your peace with the preview... but you got to visit the place. Atleast, when you are in the city.

..for the merc lovers.

..the silver horse.

..that one roared. did you hear? long as it could get.!

..have u watched that's 70s show?

..the glittering porsche!

grace.. space.. pace.. the Jag-Mark-V

..the style icon!

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♫ ♫ I came across an amazing folk-fusion band for Pune, India that goes by the name Empty cafe. Stumbled upon this masterpiece ~ wounded, empty cafe.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

It’s hard not to hate..

courtesy# imgfave

It’s hard not to hate.. people, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed.. hate is the only feeling that makes sense.

But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart.. tears him in something he’s not.. something he promised himself he’d never become.

That’s what I need to tell you.. to let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.

Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act.. what I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain.

When I look at my day.. I realize most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future.. all I have is distractions and remorse.
..that's Jax Teller ..speaking my mind!

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♫ ♫ "And at that time I didn't know.. just how hard the wind could blow.. towards disaster and the things that i would see.." ~ the lost boy, greg holden

Wednesday, July 10, 2013



kuch kuch beetin yaadein hai..
kuch saath bhi hai kuch tanhaayi bhi.
kuch kuch lambi sadkein hai..
kuch halki barsatein bhi.

kuch kuch tasveeron ki baatein hai...
kuch rangeen hain kuch berangi bhi.
kuch kuch adhure saaz hain..
kuch bhuli si nazmein bhi.

kuch kuch khusiyon ki titliyaan hai..
kuch pyaar bhi hai kuch ruswaai bhi.
kuch kuch jaagi raatein hain..
kuch hain din ke khwaab bhi.

kuch kuch filmon si kahaniyaan hain..
kuch muskaanein hain kuch siskiyaan bhi.
kuch kuch apnon se chehre hain..
kuch gumnaam se rishtey bhi.

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♫ ♫ "Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts.. It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black.." ~ paint it black, the rolling stones

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


I don’t know what I really wanna write.. probably I wanna talk.. talk to the point where I get so exhausted that I crash wherever I stand. Lately there had been so much shit going on in life.. my life.. that I have kinda accepted it as a fact that Life is shit.. nothing else. Somehow.. life is extra shitty when you come from a country like India.

No one cares about you.. not just not as much as you yourself do... but not at all.. probably not even your parents. In a money minded and show-off culture like ours.. nothing is more important than how society looks at us.. how they talk to us.. what they talk about us. If you have money to give away.. lend.. or even to show off.. people would lick your arse every morning.. noon and night.

When u are committed to something.. people start using your commitment against you. Will make you feel as beggar.. and well.. beggars are not choosers. So, you have no right to think about yourself. If you are committed.. you have given all the rights to the people around you to stab u again and again... probably until you bleed out.

Some people say that suicide is an easy thing.. running away is easy and thats what suicide is all about.. and that we shud think about people who we leave behind us.. Enough has already been said about people and dear ones.. But I wonder if its that easy a thing to do.. or may be I have always had half hearted feelings about it. May be I am too spineless to find such an easy task as the most daunting one.

Life had always been partial with me. I wonder why life regards me with such animosity. I always had to go that extra mile to achieve the most trivial thing.. though my siblings will have a different opinion.. but my friends who have known me for past couple of years will vouch for that. Half of my life went down the drain struggling for something or the other. I feel tired now. I feel like giving up.

I wonder how much strength it takes to leave everything behind. Everything and everyone you cared about. Probably, a lot. It amazes me how we hold on to hypothetical things and hypocrite people.. and give so much of our life to them.. that we end being nothing but just some use and throw paper napkins.. not just to be torn and thrown away but to be shredded piece by piece before they are dumped in the bin.

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♫ ♫ "If what they say is 'Nothing is forever'.. what makes love the exception?" ~ hey ya, outkast

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Hai Pata Humhe..


hai pata humen ki hai ilm tujhe...
kya chubhta hai,
kya jalta hai.

hai pata humen ki hai ilm tujhe..
kya rulata hai,
aur kya khalta hai.

anjaan bane baithe jo ho tum..
de jakhm wahi,
jo na sambhalta hai.

hai pata humen ki hai ilm tujhe..
apno ke diye choton pe,
dard bhi jyada hota hai.

gar khushi tumhe mil jaye kaho to..
saanson ko main apni..
kal hi tumtak bhejwa dun.

hai pata humen ki hai hai ilm tujhe..
humse naa aise jeete..
naa marte banta hai.

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“You don't know about falling off cliffs, Prep­pie,' she said. 'You never fell off one in your god­damn life.'
'Yeah,' I said, re­cov­er­ing the power of speech. 'When I met you.” 
― Erich SegalLove Story

Sunday, November 04, 2012

Life moves on. Without you.


It was one final good bye.. about two months ago. At that time I was so unsure about this. I never thought we could pull it off.. I could pull it off.

August 31.. our last evening together. Oh boy.. what fun we had till wee hours of the morning. That one night when you didn't let me sleep.. and.. I didn't stop.

Then.. the very next morning.. the unfortunate happened. I fell sick. Initially we both controlled.. u seducing me.. I having you. But things only got worse. And then.. who would have thought that the physician would advice me complete abstinence from you.

Now.. When I go to a restaurant or pub.. I order a glass of orange juice.. enjoy it.. and then order one more. Life moves on. Without you.

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♫ ♫ "would you believe me when I tell you.. you're the queen of my heart" ~ Love Buzz, Nirvana 

Saturday, July 21, 2012

You Can't Always Get What You Want.


once in a while you somehow get sometime to spend with yourself. just you.. and your self. you inevitably end up introspecting.. about your current state and crib about how an ordeal your life is turning out to be. believe it or not.. there are only a very few moments in life when you are satiated with your current state in life. then you go in retrospection and smile at all those wonderful moments life has given you.. the lovely moments that shall remain forever etched in your memory.. moments that you would love to relive again and over again.

let's say somehow your life as in current state is like a beautiful ride through a lush green european country side. picture perfect. well.. if not everything.. atleast somethings in life are always picture perfect. we either notice them.. or let them pass by failing to cherish them. it's how you and i are.. just human. nevertheless.. if you feel happy about something.. you end up dreaming about how much more wonderful it could be few days, months, or years down the line. you can see and feel colours all around.. bright.. vibrant.. happy. but optimism doesn't come to everyone of us very easy. sometimes.. its just the sign of a beginning.. when your life is somehow guided by 'how you want it to be'.

with time you would have fantasised so much about how wonderful life is gonna be.. that.. one small thing that comes out of equation sets you in a state of restlessness. either u get completely freaked out.. or u try to think of a plan-B. but that wont stop you from freaking out with a slight push off the edge once in a while. out of the myriad of stupid things god ever created.. human brain truly steals the show. it will always.. always always do.. what it must not. it will take you on to a horrible ride of how things are falling apart.. how everything is going left and not right.. instead of telling you that everything will be allright.

but.. the worse would yet be.. when you somehow land up in everything all at once.. together. when your feelings are mixed.. confused.. inexplicably strange. one moment you feel happy and next moment you are sad.. and then the very next moment you are scared. there is no easy escape from the labrynthine thoughts that you get tied to. you keep having altercations with and within urself.. the altercations that somehow either end abruptly.. or the ones that you dont know how to end. just like.. this one.

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.. but if you try sometime.. you just might find.. you get what you need. ♫ ♫

Thursday, May 17, 2012


bahte bahte nadi ki dhaara me..
kab itni dooor nikal aaye..
kab samandar me aa mile..
pata hi nahi chala.

aaj jab khol aanhen..
idhar udhar nazren kya feri..
naa dhaara kahin thi..
naa kahin kinaara tha.

bas lahron ki bheed thi..
aur uss bheed me..
khud ko sambhalne me..
khoye hue hum.


Saturday, December 17, 2011

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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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Roz Ki Baatein...

    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