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The three sisters
Once upon a time, three sisters lived in a jungle. Ana, Becky and Carli were born and brought up away from the society by their father, who was now no more. All three were virtuous and beautiful. They cared and looked after each other. Played around the whole day and picked fruits. Having grown up far from civilization, they knew no ill. They were three in one and one in three. If one got injured, other two felt the pain. So strong was the bond.
“Help me! Help me!” a cry for help broke the silence one fine day. Sisters rushed to the direction of sound. Smell of blood; someone seemed injured. They felt anxious. A human lay near the pond and a lion at a short distance. Both seemed lifeless. Ana reached out to the human, there was life. He was a young and handsome man. They carried him to the house and tended to his wounds. There was a sudden urgency and competition to care. Emotions were in the air.
None of the three slept that night, just sat beside him. For the first time they forgot to say Grace. Life was not the same. A week went by; the wound started healing, but still no consciousness. Ana and Becky quarreled over cleaning the room. Becky and Carli stopped talking to each other. As per Ana, Carli was trying to look after the man a bit too much.
No one tried to understand what was happening to them. Everything was so sudden. How a small discussion turned into a heated argument to a full-fledged fist fight was beyond understanding. Another week went by and he began to gain consciousness and was soon up on his feet.
All three were fighting for his attention. They even broke the last remembrance they had of their mother, a pearl necklace. Each one wanted to wear it for this special day. The man thanked them a lot. He was a hunter and was injured by the lion. He had passed out but not before shooting the lion.
He got worried knowing it’s been more than two weeks. He looked for his wallet. Opened it and kissed something. “What is it”, they enquired. Oh! My wife would be so terrified due to my absence. We love each other so much, you know.
एक-दो दिन
वो ट्यूशन पढ़ने आती थी,
औ मन को मेरे भाती थी,
जरा जरा इठलाती थी,
कुछ ज्यादा ही इतराती थी।
मैं रहता था आगे बैठा,
वो पीछे बैठी हुई कहीं,
अपनी किस्मत से था चैंटा,
कि बात तो अबतक हुई नहीं।
घुंघराले बाल जो थे उसके,
कभी आँखों पे आ जाते थे,
कर दिए जाने कितने नुस्के,
शब्द हलक में ही रह जाते थे।
ऊब भरा एक दौर था वो,
दिमाग भी कुछ और था वो,
नंबर लाने में लगा रहा,
दिल से अपने ही दगा रहा।
हंसी कुछ उसकी वैसी थी,
कि तितली भी शर्मा जाए,
सुंदरता उसकी ऐसी थी,
नीरसता में बहार छाए।
कुर्ती उसकी जो रंग पीला,
मुझपे पक्का कुछ ऐसा चढ़ा,
आसमान फिर क्या नीला,
बुद्धि पे पत्थर जैसे पड़ा।
पहल नहीं पर मैंने करी,
कर्म में खुद को झौंक दिया,
चाहे फिर हो वो स्वप्न-परी,
दृढ़ प्रण कुछ ऐसा लिया।
पत्थर दिल पहुंचे कालेज ,
प्यार तो बस उससे ही था,
एक-दो दिन की देर थी बस,
किसी और पे जा अटका॥
Over Sell
I have heard this a few times in my life, “Don’t over sell”. They say it has a negative effect. Instead of the desired increased value, the product at times is relegated to the junk grade. When we oversell things, we try and convince the buyer of all the good qualities of the product. We try and try and try. And try and try and try. We think that if we keep coming back hard, the buyer will show interest. Might even offer the inflated price we demand.
We are driven here by our own psychology. Under the trance of making money, we tend to overlook the customers mindset. What we don’t realize is our persistence will in turn make the other person skeptical. It also gives a sense of security that we are not able to sell it elsewhere. This becomes a sore point. If one does not have to fight and bargain for something, it sounds less sweet.
A better way is no hard-sell, no bargain. Just like in the supermarkets. Products are displayed with pricetags. You like it; you drop it in your shopping cart. No one tries to convince you; No one is after your life.
Similar is the case with relationships. When you are in love with someone and the other person is not responding equally, you tend to woo him/her. It starts with the presents. Doing what he/she likes; trying to impress; Making jokes and what not. The fact they don’t have to try a bit and got you all on the platter, never gives them a sense of insecurity. A sense of insecurity which is vital for relationships to remain alive.
In adversity, you might find the other person being just that, “The Other”. “You won’t understand”. “I will talk to my family, when I get time”. “It’s not proper this way”. ”No…no…no…no…no”. “My family has seen a lot of sadness; I can’t bring another one upon them”. “What my father said is right. You just don’t get it out of your myopic view”. “You have no right to say anything against my sister. What she said is correct”. “I need more time”. “I can’t commit unless my father agrees”. “I have promises to keep with my family”. “You don’t listen to me. You won’t ever listen to me”.
They pound you and pound you and pound you. Till the last drop of love and compassion drips out of you. You become dead inside. You just stroll along. You still care for the person, enough to get going. But love? Not sure how much left. One positive though, you become what you wished all along; someone unaffected by emotions. That’s the evolution of humans. We grow immunity to prolonged sicknesses.
A Romantic Evening
Someone asked me recently about how I would treat my loved one to a romantic evening. Here’s how it pans out. I’ll start with Don’ts and move towards Do’s.
A five star, candle light, and by the pool dinner is a big No-No for me. A romantic evening with my loved one can’t be at a public place. I won’t be comfortable enough to make the evening romantic. Sitting by the rocks at Band-stand or soaking in the wind at Marine drive are okay, but not exactly there for me.
My Do’s starts from a private setting, my home. I would start by cooking the food of her liking, by myself. Might not be the perfect definition of taste, but with a lots of love. A candle light setting on a low table with couple of bean bags on the floor.
The room should be lit by few candles along the wall. When the bell rings, the living room, dimly lit leaves a lot for her to guess, and not much revealed. Red roses carefully chosen, laid across the room. She will take some time to recognize their presence and that’s the essence of it.
Nice romantic melodies chosen for the occasion should be playing at a low tone on the laptop in some corner. Loud enough to hear the humming and low enough not to become a distraction. This sets the mood going.
Starters, Drinks, Food should have been prepared in advance and be kept handy. I don’t want to get up again and again to destroy the mood. It should be kept within arms distance. I’ll be the server and my hands the one to feed her.
The talks, I will leave to chance, for them to be free flowing. We’ll sit there relaxed on bean bags, with food around in a dimly candle-lit room, with roses scattered on the floor; And let the evening unwind.
Happily Ever After!
One upon a time there lived a princess in a place which looked just like heaven. She used to be always sad. World and even God has been mean to her. She used to roam around the lanes of that place of all luxury; still nothing was enough to make her cheer.
One day, a Prince came into her life. He was handsome and charming. But she kept pushing him away, wary of what may happen. The more she pushed him away, the more he was pulled towards her. He kept on persisting, till heavens broke loose. Finally the Princess relented but still there was a hitch.
Her coldness drove him mad. One fine day Prince decided to go to a land far-far away. Far enough from the warmth of her breath; far enough from the comfort of her touch; far enough from the pain of her disinterest. No sooner the Prince left, than the Princess felt weak. She realized that though she has been sad before, it was the first time she really cried. That night, she dreamt of the Prince. She slept peacefully for the first time in years.
She wanted to meet the Prince badly. She ran all the way to the land far-far away. She ran through the rivers, up the hills, braved the rough weathers and treacherous jungles. She finally met him once again. She cried and cried and cried, till oceans felt shy. He held her into his arms. She felt alive again. He too gave a silent tear.
And they lived happily ever after!
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मैं हाय सौदागर बन न सका
प्रेमी में कहा प्रेमिका से, कि वफ़ा न दिया, वफ़ा को मेरे ऐ जालिम,
फिर भी दिल यह मेरा, तेरे लिए धड़कता क्यों है?
प्रेमिका बोली, यह कोई अनबूझ पहेली नहीं, सुलझा न जिसको सकता तू,
क्यों देती मैं साथ तेरा, जब तू खुद से ही बदल गया,
तू लाता था हर दिन गुलाब मुझे, गुलदस्ता कब से खाली है,
दिखाता था मुझको ख्वाब नए, किस्मत भी कितनी साली है।
क्या सौगातों का मोह था यह, मुझसे तूने ना प्यार किया,
हीरे मोती, का मोल तुझे, आह मेरी तू सुन न सकी,
जेब से था मैं थोड़ा तंग, गुलदस्ता कैसे भर पाता,
फ़ाके कितने देखे मैंने, कितना तुझको बतलाता?
तंगी जो आयी तुझपे थी, उससे मुझे है क्या लेना,
मैं आज कल की लड़की हूँ, न हूँ कोई जूलिएट मैं,
गहने श्रृंगार सबका है दाम, कैसे मुझे दिलवाता,
तेरे जैसे कंगले पे, मेरा दिल कैसे टिक पाता?
तेरी याद मैं पीता हूँ, तेरे साथ की चाह मुझे,
तू पर कितनी जालिम है, हृदय है या पत्थर है?
मुक्ति ही मुझको दे दे, सांस को तूने छीन लिया,
सौदा ये था लिए तेरे, मैं हाय सौदागर बन न सका।।
Can I?
Strange feeling engulfs,
Highs low, more lulls,
Someone come find me,
Am feeling lost, am I?
Pinch me, no pain,
All waste, no gain,
Reasons pretty plain,
Can’t understand, but why?
Tried to speak, silence,
Calmness needed, violence,
How to aim, distance,
Tried not, should cry?
Paining feet,
No truth, cheat,
Race to beat,
Running away, fly?
Thoughts stopped,
Ideas flopped,
Flows clogged,
Rivers dry.
No end in sight,
Gloom ponders, light,
Where has gone might,
One last fight, try?
Hands covering face,
Hop Hop, no pace,
Up the sleeve ace,
Frantic search, can I?
Junglee Billi
तुमसे मिलके
मिलके तुमसे लगा ऐसा मुझे,
जैसे जीवन ये बे-मतलब नहीं,
एक झलक में कुछ ऐसा सुकून,
पूरे दिन फिर मैं थकता नहीं|
जिनके जवाब में ढूंढता था,
उन प्रशनों के मायने नहीं,
एक अजब सी शांति छाई,
जैसे मुक्ति कोई मैंने पायी|
तेरा मुस्कराना, नीदें उड़ाना,
नीदें उड़ाकर, बनना मासूम,
आज मुझे कुछ होश नहीं,
है किसीका इसमें दोष नहीं|
आँखें, पलकें, नज़रें, झलकें
मैं खुद पे कैसे काबू पाऊँ,
होठ गुलाबी, चाल शराबी,
कलपुर्जे मेरे, आई खराबी,
चाँद सितारे क्या चीज़ हैं,
मैं सूरज को गर्मी सिखलाऊँ,
एक बार बोल दे बस जो तू,
मैं खुद से भी बेगां हो जाऊं|
तेरा इठलाना हमें भा गया,
मुस्कराना तेरा गजब ढा गया
उलझी सुलझी जुल्फें तेरी,
यही लगे बस दुनिया मेरी,
आखें बंद करूं, बस तू दिखे,
बिन तेरे, सब फीका लगे,
मेरा दिल क्यों है बेकरार
क्या यही होता प्यार?
वो पगला
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सब कहते थे वो पगला है, सब कहते थे, आवारा है, सब कहते थे, वो फ़ोकट है, सब कहते थे, वो बे-दिल है, |
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माना कि वो थोड़ा पगला है, सबको लगता वो आवारा है, राजे महाराजे क्या खुश थे, बे-दिल वो नहीं, दुनिया है, जब तक तू है साथ मेरे, |
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