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Dumb and Beautiful
Disclaimer: Below article is written just for humor. It relates to no factual basis. Writer has utmost love for all the women.
“You all IIT guys are the same. You just want a wife who is beautiful and dumb”, snapped a lady friend. None of the guys there tried to contradict her. We just chuckled, coz she was so bang on!
In fact all guys are same in this regard. At least pathetic guys like me (which are all of us). But don’t women too have certain type-casted guidelines when it comes to men; Rich and Smart. I haven’t found a single girl who wishes to marry and dumb and poor guy.
It’s just animal tendency borne out of evolution. Even animals have certain guidelines for their mates. I think beautiful comes out of attractiveness which in turn would make you mate more resulting in more kids. Darwin at work! Dumb relates to fewer arguments in marital life and in turn, a peaceful and long life.
I take it as a compliment that I am smart enough to understand the importance of dumbness and beauty. But as they say too much of everything leads to diabetes. So is the case here. Too much beauty requires high maintenance. Too much dumb leads to un-compatibility coz of total lack of understanding.
I think the mix of beauty and dumbness that one can handle varies from person to person. That’s what we should look for in a girl. How much beauty/dumb mix can we handle. Every guy has his own measure. Hence every guy has his own match!
बेक़सूर दिल
कभी इधर, कभी उधर,
भटकातीं है मन मेरा,
सब गलतियां करती हैं हूर,
दिल का मेरे क्या कसूर।
खुद ने दिया इतना प्यार,
बाँट बाँट के थका हूँ मैं,
पर ख़त्म नहीं होता सुरूर,
दिल का मेरे क्या कसूर।
दुनिया ने किया बदनाम मुझे,
तितलियाँ पकड़ता तो बचपन से था,
ठरकी थोड़ा मैं था ज़रूर,
दिल का मेरे क्या कसूर।
आँखों से खिची चली आयीं,
इशारों तक बात नहीं आयी,
पर कभी मैंने न किया गुरूर,
दिल का मेरे क्या कसूर।
चाह नहीं, ठहराव नहीं,
रुका नहीं मैं किसके लिए,
अपनी धुन में रहता मगरूर,
दिल का मेरे क्या कसूर।
मैखाने के पैमाने से,
कुछ कसर नहीं रखी बाकी,
आखिर कुछ तो बहकेगा,
इसमें दिल का मेरे क्या है कसूर।।
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार
न भूला मैं वो आखों का दीदार,
सकपकाहट औ सकुचाहट वो,
दबी सी हँसी, सीने पे वार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
न भूला मैं वो उड़ती जुल्फें,
पलछिन करती सी पलकें,
सारी रात रहा बेकरार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
न भूला मैं वो अंगुलियां,
दबोचे थे बाल जिससे मेरे,
हाथ ना आये, खाली वार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
न भूला मैं वो लाली,
जो लबों पे छायी थी तेरे,
उसी पल गया था दिल को हार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
न भूला मैं वो नयन तेरे,
कजरारे से, शरमाते से,
तपस्या मेरी करी तार-तार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
न भूला मैं वो बातें तेरी,
जो मुझसे कर न पाती थी,
रहा है मुझे तबसे इंतज़ार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
न भूला मैं वो इठलाना तेरा,
जो मन मेरा मचला जाता था,
हारा मैं मती, बन गया गवार,
जब मिली थी तुम पहली बार।
ऐसा ही रहे, न भूलूँ मैं,
तेरा एहसास, तेरी हर सांस,
जब देखूं तुझे, लगे मुझे ऐसा,
कि मिली हो तुम पहली बार।।
परदेसी
हवा का झोंका मध्यम-२,
अपने संग ले कुछ उड़ा,
एक गुलाबी पंखुड़ी सा,
फूल नहीं वो ख़त था तेरा।
खिड़की थी खुली हुई ऐसे,
बंद भी न मैं कर पाया,
फुर्ती से तो लपका मैं,
पर कम्बख्त उड़ता ही गया।
पढने को खोला भी न था,
देख-२ ही आहें भर पाया,
थोड़ी देर तो पीछे दौड़ा मैं,
पड़ा खुला मैदान भारी पर।
इतने दिन की आँख मिचोली,
एक चुरायी हुई हसीं,
दिया अचानक मुझको ख़त,
तूने जाने के आखरी दिन।
ख़त के साथ पता भी गया,
ढूंढूंगा तुझको कैसे अब,
किसी पराये शहर मैं,
यही सोच-२ के बैठा हूँ।
पर शायद अच्छा ही हुआ,
परदेसी से प्यार नहीं टिकता,
इस बात से ही खुश हो लूँगा,
आखिर तूने ख़त तो लिखा॥
Love and Rage: Alfred Hitchcock Presents
Yesterday night I was watching rerun of an episode of Alfred Hitchcock presents, a suspense TV series of the old. The story brought myriad of emotions in me. I felt compelled to narrate it in my own words to get some closure.
The story started with a woman of around thirty lying on a bed with a bandaged hand, too weak to get up, in a dimly lit room. She tried to remember where she was, but couldn’t. She then tried to account for what happened last. “Yes, I was waiting for Jack”, she got a bit of smile back thinking of him.
Jack came home and she fixed him a drink. She was feeling a bit tensed and anxious while holding the drink, Why? Oh yes, she was an alcoholic and have been off drink for some time. The Craving. But for his sake, she fought hard. “Darling lets go to a party tonight”, he said, taking her in his arms. “A party you said, but with all the people, all the drink around? I feel scared”. “I am sure you will be fine”, he assured her.
They entered the party. He had some urgent work with the hostess and went in to the study with her. She was feeling so scared and lonely in that room full of people, trying to resist the craving. But why was her hand bandaged? She still could not remember. A stranger offered her a drink but she declined. Where is Jack? What is he doing with her? Just then Jack came out arms in arms with the hostess. Something happened then, What was it? Yes, she threw a drink at the hostesses face, and then ran out crying.
Jack knocked at the door. He would be so angry. But he was not. “I am worried for you Martha, coz I love you”. “You love me after all what I have done today?” “Yes I love you dearly”. “Oh Jack, my Jack, I am sorry for everything. When I see you with other women, I can’t control it. And while resisting all that drink. I think I will go mad. What would all those people be thinking about you at the party? Let’s go back and undo the damage”. He smiled and they kissed. “Let’s get married”, he proposed. She was so happy.
How come she ended up in this dark room? “Nurse”, she called out. They went back to the party. He was having a conversation with the hostess and another woman. She went out to the balcony for some fresh air. The stranger came back. He turned out to be the brother of the hostess. “You see my sister over there with that man. She loves him like anything”. The rage came back. “She loves him, but they say, he is in love with another woman.” She blushed. “A woman, who they say is an alcoholic. The worst kind”, he went on. “They say it won’t be long before she goes back to her ways and he comes running to my sister”.
It was all true, isn’t it?. She needed a drink now. The craving was back. She gulped a double martini. After a couple of shots, she said, “Let’s go bar hopping”. Don’t know what took over her. They went from bar to bar, drinking like anything. She was in a mess. Jack came looking for her along with the hostess. She will take him away. She will take him away. Jack tried to hold her, but she was in a violent rage. “Leave me alone, I tell you, Leave me alone”, she threw herself around. Jack was not able to hold her. She fell down, broke the glass she was holding and hurt her hand. The reason for the bandage. There she was lying with a bloodied hand, pieces of glass and spilled drink. Jack bent down to pick her up.
A nurse entered the room. She felt less scared. “Nurse I am feeling better now. I want to leave the hospital”. Nurse looked amused, “You can’t leave lady. This isn’t exactly a hospital.” “What is this place then?” she asked confused. “Well this is the city jail”. “What???? Why am I here?” “You killed a man yesterday night, slit his throat with a piece of glass. A man named Jack Simmons”.
She felt like something ripped her from inside. She tried to cry but voice stopped in the tracks.
Cardinal Sin and The Twisted Ankle
After a tiring day in Kolkata, me and a friend of mine decided to catch the late night show of Once upon a Time in Mumbai Dobara. We enquired about a theatre near our hotel and caught a ride.
I was standing in the ticket queue when something caught my eye. I don’t really know what it was, Was it the Smile, Was it the Innocence, Was it the Eyes, Was it the Dress. I just kept looking unaware of the world. There was this girl in green, with the Smile that puts Mona Lisa to shame, with the Innocence that defies this world, with the Eyes that penetrates the heart. It took me a while to realize she was with a guy and took a while more to realize that she was recently married, given the prominent Mehandi on her hands.
She was ahead of me in the queue, I bought the tickets and went inside. I lined up to buy some popcorn and there she was again, in the same queue. I was struggling hard not to gaze at her, given the consequences that could result in. The movie ended sometime later. I caught a glimpse of her during the interval. She was not just with her husband, but with full family.
Show got over at around 2 in the night. I strolled to the exit. There she was with her family. Perhaps my last chance to look at her. My friend had stopped a taxi and called out to me. I walked towards the taxi but kept looking sideways gazing her.
Just then I felt a jolt and fell down with an excruciating pain. I hadn’t noticed that I was crossing over from high footpath on to a low road. I had mis-stepped and badly twisted my ankle. I saw her getting into a car and fading away. For moment the pain stopped along with the time. As she went away the pain came back and I could see my friend bent over laughing.
If she was Eve, I just paid my dues for the Cardinal sin of Lust.
What is Love, I wonder
Sweet kiss of an Angel,
Deadly curse of a Demon,
Is it sunshine, Is it Thunder,
What is Love, I wonder.
Scolding of a Father, fear,
Affection of a Mother, care,
Is it adrenaline, Is it slumber,
What is Love, I wonder.
Sharing of a Sister,
Snatching of a Brother,
Is it hunted, Is it hunter,
What is Love, I wonder.
Blind trust of a wife,
Support through all strife,
Is it up high, Is it down under,
What is Love, I wonder.
Labor for two square meals,
Finding a way, making deals,
Is it earn, Is it plunder,
What is Love, I wonder.
The more I try think,
The more I deep sink,
Is it abstract, Is it number,
What is Love, I wonder.
वो बातें अधूरी
सही जाए ना अब यह दूरी,
करनी हैं तुझसे वो बातें अधूरी,
हाथों का मिलना, औ फूलों का खिलना,
वो सर्दी का आना, टटहलना, ठिठुरना,
छुपाकर रखा गुलाब दिया जो,
तेरा मुस्कराना, थोड़ा शर्माना,
साथ आना, साथ जाना,
लम्बा इंतज़ार, भी छोटा लगा था,
खिचड़ी पकाना, रोटी जलाना,
सागर की लहरें, अपना बनाना,
पागलपन कुछ तेरा, कुछ मेरा,
पलक झपकते, होना सवेरा,
लबों का मिलना, आहों का भरना,
कभी रोना, कभी खिलखिलाना,
ज़माने का जलना, किसको थी परवाह,
सो सो के उठना, उठ उठ के सोना,
तुझे हर कभी गाली देने की आदत,
रूठी थी जब तू, लाया था गोबी,
याद आता है सब ये, उदासी है छाई,
सही जाए ना अब यह दूरी,
करनी हैं तुझसे वो बातें अधूरी।
Addicted
I have an admission to make,
I have a problem,
It took some time to realize,
I am addicted to you.
I close my eyes and there you are,
I open my eyes and there you are,
Like a shadow you follow me,
I am addicted to you.
When you hurt me,
It makes me long for you more,
You give pain, I enjoy,
I am addicted to you.
I tried therapy, no help,
I tried ignoring you, more pain,
It just is not going away,
I am addicted to you.
The smell, Oh! The sweet smell,
I can’t fathom something else,
The smile, glows my day,
I am addicted to you.
There were times when,
I tried to forget you, hurt deep,
Ended up memorizing more,
I am addicted to you.
There seems no hope, hopeless,
Not sure if you will stand by me,
Still I can’t dare leave,
I am addicted to you.
Bitter Sweet
I said it’s time to go,
She said to me don’t,
It took time to grow,
I so wish it won’t.
Longing for something,
So much inside,
Not quite able to get,
Did a terrible fight.
It feels away is close,
Gives you perspective,
Something we both chose,
Emotions eruptive.
Better not to hold back,
Let tears flow,
Life always bounce back,
Darkness void by glow.
He tests the strength,
Of the bond between,
To make us sure,
If we are indeed keen.
So let’s go with it,
And check back with time,
If us for real,
Of just passing dime.
So much wither away,
Hope we do not,
Let’s survive test of time,
Win the battle tersely fought.
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