Posts Tagged ‘Love’
नन्ही परी, चंचलता भरी
एक थी चुलबुल नन्ही सी परी,
चंचलता, चपलता, शरारत भरी,
मुस्कान से उसकी, रोशन था ज़माना,
पड़े सब पीछे, उसको था फंसाना|
आया एक राजकुमार तभी,
सबसे लड़ा और उसे ले उड़ा,
आह भरी, देखते रह गए सभी,
आसां न था, युद्ध हुआ था कड़ा|
पर किस्मत को था मंज़ूर नहीं,
नज़र लगी उसको जमाने की,
अभिमन्यु का भी चक्रव्यूह क्या होगा,
फंसी वो बेचारी जान थी जिसमें|
आंसू न बहा तू, आंसू का मोल है तेरे,
खुशियाँ हैं तेरी, सब गम हैं मेरे,
वक़्त बुरा ना रहता, चला जाता है,
तेरा यह उदास मुख, पर नहीं भाता है|
चहकती महकती सी गुड़िया जो है तू,
चहकती महकती सी गुड़िया ही रह तू,
चहकना महकना ही भाता ही तुझको,
चहकना तेरा, महकाता है सबको|
ठहराव थोड़ा बस आता है,
रुकती नहीं है चाल,
भूल के तू सबकुछ,
मचा वही पुराना धमाल|
कुछ होते हैं सच्चे, कुछ होते हैं कच्चे,
पर कुछ तुझ जैसे, बस होते हैं अच्छे,
आंसू न बहा तू, आंसू का मोल है तेरे,
खुशियाँ हैं तेरी, सब गम हैं मेरे|
Checking the Trends
Who do we love more? Mom or Dad. Who do we think about more? Jesus or Satan. Do we Love more than we Hate? One would agree, these questions are quite vague to answer. Not any more. Thanks to Google’s insatiable desire to hold more and more dough over its users, we are now able to analyze the search pattern traffic over the years via Google Trends. As much as I hate Google for storing private data, I love the way they use it.
Mom vs Dad
Mom seems to be the favorite here. Time for Dad’s to buckle up or lose the battle.
IPad vs Kindle
Since IPad is quite new, let’s consider just the last year’s data. IPad beats Kindle quite easily. Despite being a new entrant, people prefer it over Kindle. It seems IPad will put out this Kindle soon.
Engineer vs Doctor
I have always taken pride in being an engineer. But my doctor friends can smile now. I concede. You win. You are more dear to people than me.
Apple vs Microsoft vs Google
No prizes for guessing. Google beats Apple and Microsoft by a margin. Microsoft seems to be on a decline and next year’s data might though some shocking statistics.
Twitter vs Orkut vs Myspace vs Facebook
Facebook is way ahead of its peers. For Twitter/Orkut/MySpace, seems a tough life ahead.
BJP vs Gandhi
I tried Advani, Vajpayee etc v/s Gandhi. They never stood a chance, anyways. I then decided to put the whole BJP against the Gandhi surname. BJP lost quite heavily. No wonder they lost the election. A surname seems mighty.
Cricket vs Football vs Basketball
Football dominates globally. Cricket and Basketball have a long way to go. As far as Indian subcontinent is concerned, it’s the other way round.
Beauty vs Brain
The age old question has been left in the deadlock again. It’s a virtual tie between beauty and the brain. It seems we still have not been able to make up our minds b/w Female beauty and Male brain.
Oil vs Blood
Oil and Blood go neck and neck showing their equal importance. Given that so much blood has been spilt because of oil, this seems hardly surprising.
War vs Peace
Man’s violent nature and urge for war is evident here. Peace seems to be the last thing on the mind.
Love vs Hate
Well there seems to be some hope left. Despite the urge for war, man has not forgotten the cardinal urge to love. We still haven’t learned to hate each other as much.
Dear Rose
Leaving thy, with a sigh!
Back will I, don’t cry,
Task this, must I pursue,
Let me go, O! wonderful you.
I ask you this, not for me wait,
To start a new life don’t hesitate,
My heartly blessings are with you,
My dear Rose whatever you do.
Dumbstruck was she to this,
Hinting something was amiss,
Replied she with deepset grief,
Don’t worry, I would be brief.
Leave you! I would not budge,
There is task you must indulge,
Understand this me enough.
But how could you say my dear love,
That I should find a new partner,
This was a dagger that you just utter,
I would be waiting till the end of time,
Uptill I be far past my prime,
You would find me when you come,
Just your Rose and not else some,
So go away just don’t worry,
If I were rude, can I just say…Sorry.
The day I cried
What is the most passionate human emotion? Love, happiness, anger, sadness would be some guess perhaps. Well, not exactly. It would be tears. The singlemost, strong emotion on earth. You feel happy, Tears of joy. You feel sad, Tears of sorrow. You feel angry, unable to control yourself, Tears of madness. You fall in love, Tears of passion. You feel hurt, Tears of pain. You are caught red handed, Tears asking for forgiveness. When someone departs, Tears of loss. When your child excels, Tears of pride. The list is endless. Tears span all emotions.
Let me admit at the onset, I do cry sometimes. Not in public though. After all I have to keep my male ego going. I have never even imagined myself doing so. Would be a highly embarrassing moment. Or so I thought!
Last time I remember myself crying was when my grandfather died. I was in my hostel room when my sister called me. The tears just flowed, they were spontaneous. But it all got over with no one around.
This time it was an auspicious and public occasion. My sisters wedding. I was busy with arrangements and couldn’t foresee what was to come. It was the Ladies Sangeet function. Few words about this Ladies Sangeet. It is organized as a pre-wed ritual on a grand scale in North. Stage is set up. Professional dance and music troop is called. Everyone from the family is supposed to dance. However good or bad it might be.
I am not a type to dance or sing. So I decided to duck via what I could do. Say a poem. Little did I know that it would prove to be my nemesis. There wasn’t enough time so I jotted down a few lines and added tit-bits from my older writings. Everything seemed fine. I was through with most of the lines. I had just described an incidence from our childhood and there were awes all around.
As I reached the end where I chastised her for deserting us, something happened. I can’t describe it. I tried to resist myself, cautious of being on stage and eyes staring at me. Couldn’t help it. The tears followed. What a Man was I!
I managed to finish the poem just in time to see my crying sister rushing towards me. And the worst part, I was forced to dance too. Here is what I wrote.
कुछ सुनो तो कुछ में कहूं कहानी,
मैं बीच रस्ते चेंटा था,
कुछ हठ था भरा कुछ रूठा था,
मुझे था वही खिलौना लेना,
जिस में थे दो तोते और एक मैना|
पैसे थे चार जरूरतें थी दस,
मैं रो रो कर चिंघडाया था,
माँ ने भी थप्पड़ लगाया था,
तभी किसी ने प्यार से थपकाया था,
माँ मुझे कुछ नहीं है लेना,
भैया का बस चुप कर दो रोना|
वैसे भी ऐसा क्या मांगे वो,
बस दो तोते और एक मैना,
बस दो तोते और एक मैना|
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आज तू बिदा हो है चली, बाबुल का घर छोड़ के,
बनाने चली तू नए रिश्ते, पुरानों से मुहँ मोड़ के,
कुछ और देर तक रहती तो, मिल बैठ के बातें करते हम,
कुछ बात पुरानी कहता मैं, कुछ गम मिल-जुलकर करते कम,
कुछ और देर तक रहती तो (सिसक-सिसक), मिल बैठ के बातें करते हम,
कुछ बात पुरानी कहता मैं, कुछ गम मिल-जुलकर (सिसक-सिसक)…”
Where’s my Cell Phone?
This Monday I woke up on time. No problem with that, my alarm clock(s) takes care of it. Got dressed, checked my pockets as usual. ID card: Yes, Keys: Yes, Wallet: Yes. Okay, all set to go to the office. All seemed well but something was amiss, there was this inner feeling. “Its nothing”, I told myself. Let’s go. All through the way to office, I had this feeling that I was missing something, something crucial.
It was only when I reached the office and checked the time that the realization struck me. “Oh! God, I forgot my cell phone”. A lot of us would agree that despite us purchasing and using the cell phone, in reality it’s we who have become the salve of it. It’s my watch, I need to exchange messages now and then, I need to exchange missed calls, and I need to check mails. In short I need my cell phone more than anything.
Let’s discuss what happens when I forget my cell. I can’t check messages, I can’t check calls. There is always that feeling, who would have called? Could it be something important? It was not as if life couldn’t go on without cell phone, it’s just that it has become an important part of our life. It can be understood as the extension of our body which helps us connect via telepathy. It’s the same, if not equal to it. The feeling when I forget my cell phone can’t be explained in words. It has to be felt to understand. I love you, my cell phone. I love you so very much.
इंतज़ार
इस पत्र के पटल पर दिल की इबारत है लिखी,
इसी को मेरा प्रेम पत्र समझना तुम सखी|
दो-चार बार जो तुम मुझसे मिली,
दिल के आँगन में कली नई खिली।
नोट्स के बहाने हुए पहली मुलाक़ात,
उसी पल हमने अपना दिल दिया तुम्हारे हाथ।
चांदी के सिक्कों सा तेरा तन,
तेरी खिलखिलाहट और यह चंचल मन।
मेरे इशारों को तू न समझ पायी,
या मेरे खुदा तेरी दुहाई।
दिल की बात कहने की कच्ची है उमर,
पर जब भी कहूँगा तुझे ही कहूँगा ऐ जानेजिगर बन मेरी हमसफ़र।
इस दिल के बहकाने पर न चलूँगा मैं,
प्यार की कसौटी पर खुद को परखूँगा मैं।
हाय हैलो का यह प्रेम नहीं है,
इससे आगे भी न बढ़ सका यह भी सही है।
जब मैं बन जाऊंगा इस काबिल,
कि सकूँगा तेरा हाथ थाम, तभी समझूंगा तुझे अपनी रंगीन शाम।
बस तब तक मेरा इंतज़ार करना,
वरना …
मिलन
एक अनजान सा वो चेहरा,
जुल्फ तले है घना अँधेरा,
देर रात देता है दस्तक,
नींद में ली अंगड़ाई है,
छाया है मदमस्त हो यौवन,
नयी छठा बिखरी घर आँगन,
पर कौन है वो जो रोक है देता,
मेरा वो साहिल से मिलन,
हुआ है पहले, हो के रहेगा,
इंतज़ार का सिला मिलेगा,
कौनसी होगी ना जाने वो बेला,
जब नैया पर लग जायेगी,
पर है विश्वास इतना बस मुझको,
कि वो मधुर घडी जल्द ही आएगी।
Ek Ehsaas Phir Se
Jab dekha tha use
Kuch hua tha mujhe
Keh nahin sakta kya tha ehsaas
Sab shithil sa ho gaya tha aas paas
Woh ehsaas kuch ajeeb tha
Ek dard sa woh de jo gaya
par lage mujhe kyon pyara woh
bata de koi mujhko
khair mere yaar, mere saathi
jeevan ki is dor mein
aayega phir wohi ehsaas
pehli baar toh maine jaane diya
par abki baar rahoonga mein tyaar.
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