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Tears of Joy

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I have come to realize of late that I am getting too mechanical and work oriented. Day by day my life has started revolving more and more around office. Far cry from the days of the old. However somewhere deep down my old self has not been able to come to terms with this change. It has been in denial.

Today however that discussion was put to an end. I was stuck in some coding work which I was not able to crack. It has been 4 days and I was half mad already. As you grow in experience, you are required to solve things all by yourself. You can’t look up to others to help you out all the time. And so there I was with all my struggle.

I tried all tricks in the book but to no avail. For me a part of it comes as I feel my reputation is at stake. It’s a totally different thing altogether that I don’t have much reputation for real.

Where were we? Yes. It happened so that I was able to solve the pending issue. Like always it was the last place I would have looked. Anyways I was so relieved that emotions got better of me. For the first time I was close to what we can call Tears of Joy out of my office work.

I think that settles it my old self, I am for bad or for good, no longer the devil may care.  Another one tamed.

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Written by arpitgarg

January 31, 2013 at 4:57 pm

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Bitter Sweet

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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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December 3, 2012 at 3:47 pm

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कौन है तू

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रात को आग़ोश में लेने दो,
सुबह को ख्वाब ही रहने दो,
ऐ यार तेरे खुमार में हूँ,
मुझे इस प्यार में डूबा रहने दो|
 
भूख प्यास कोई ना लगती,
सुनता था तो हँसता था में,
पर भूख मरी, जब प्यास मरी जब,
हर पल आहें भरता था में|
 
आँख बचाकर, आँख मिलाना,
अहसासों पर काबू पाना,
सुनने में  ही लगता है,
पर होता नहीं है आसां ये|
 
नींद गयी है, चैन गया है,
तारों की गिनती करता हूँ,
सुबह को कैसे उठ जाऊं में,
रात को सोता कौन सा हूँ|
 
वो पल्लू जो पहिये में अटक गया,
मेरा मन भी उसमें लिपटा  था,
तूने जो फाड़ के फैंका था,
पत्र नहीं वो, दिल था मेरा|
 
माना, किस्मत मेरी खोत्ती है,
पर ज्यादा गुलामी ना होती है,
हाँ कर देगी तो मेरी है,
ना कर दे जो, मर्ज़ी तेरी|
 जीवन का पहिया चलता है,
आगे को, बस आगे को|
 
हसीन सा ख्व़ाब, तू आयी थी,
पर नींद तो टूट ही जाती है,
ओर दिल भी जुड़ ही जाता है,
होगा, किस्मत को जो है मंज़ूर,
कौन हूँ में, कौन है तू ||

Written by arpitgarg

May 11, 2011 at 7:41 pm

Happiness is Strange

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To be honest I have had my fair share of happiness in life. Still it remains one such emotion which I have not been able to comprehend; at least the reaction to it has been an enigma to me.

Emotions and facial expressions follow each other. Sadness make the face look gloomy; fighting hard to not let the tears out, we can see lines on the face; during anger, the tension on the forehead can be detected.

But when it comes to happiness, people deal with it in their own strange ways.

Excitement Excitement: One jumps up and down. Runs around. May be to attract attention and let others know about the happiness. Or to get exhausted with all the physical exercise so as to die the excitement down.

Smile Mona Lisa: Simple smile. Blood rushes to the cheeks making them pink. The face is beaming.

LOL Laugh-out-Loud: This facebook lingo is something which a lot of people actually practice. Sudden bout of happiness. A joke perhaps. Little force on a small surface creates extreme pressure. Similarly a sudden happiness may create hysterical laughter.

High Five High Fives: Joy of victory. High fives, fists thrown up and down. This is a happiness of accomplishment. Win a war, win a game. Your face shows determination. Your face might not have a smile, but you are happy within.

Peace Peace: The face shows relief. You are happy to achieve something after a lasting struggle. Happy that that the struggle is over. After an exhaustive soccer match ending in a tie. Soldier who has been on warfront from a long time, on hearing of the truce.

Tears Tears: Here is where it gets murky. People cry when happy. How often we seen people crying on receiving an award? This pertains to getting our due after a huge effort. Tears of happiness. Strange. Isn’t it?

The day I cried

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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.

“बचपन की एक बात पुरानी,
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|


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)…”

Written by arpitgarg

February 22, 2010 at 1:45 pm

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