Nav-Varsh....

Varsh nav hai, harsh nav hai,

Aur ye utkarsh nav hai...

Kshitij nav hai, dhara nav hai,

Aur ye prakash nav hai...

Geet nav hai, sangeet nav hai, 

Aur ye alaap nav hai...

Pragati nav hai, prerna nav hai,

Aur ye aagaz nav hai...

Chetna nav hai, kalpana nav hai,

Aur ye jeevan nav hai...

Shakti nav hai, bhakti nav hai

Aur ye abhivyakti nav hai.... 

Sukh nav ho, samriddhi nav ho,

Aapki har kaamna paripoorn ho...

Vandana nav ho, saadhna nav ho,

aapki har aaradhna paripoorn ho...

How It Feels When You Detach....??

Hmm.....what to say? Let me tell you one thing........

Today i forgot my password to login my blog....of course i was feeling so silly. This thing suddenly made me think that am i not paying attention to my writings, or am i detaching from feelings, emotions..or something else..?

There was a big question mark in front of me. Something was wrong..but yes finally i succeed to rememeber my password, and i took a deep breath...!! Don't you think that when you start writing on your diary, or on your blog, you establish an invisible relationship with it. And then you start making it more flavoured, more bright and more deep because of your emotions for that relation. So the thing is that continuity of the relationship must be there...It does not matter at all that what kind of relationship you have, if it makes you happy..

Well i was really disappointed on forgetting my password. Now its fine..

Sardiyan.....

Aaj subah se hi halki-halki dhundh chhayi hui thi, aasman ne kohre ki chaadar odh rakhi thi. Dhoop aankh-michauli kar rahi thi, din ka pata bhi naa chala aur shaam ho gayi. Sardiyan aa gayi hain.Aaj ki sardi mujhe yaad dilati hain " mere bachchpan" ki. :-).

Jab school jaana hota tha sardi mein,

Kohre mein kuch bhi dikhai nahi deta tha,

"Maa ki daant" hamesha khani padti thi scarf na pahnne ke liye,

aur meri uniform ( white shirt, blue skirt, blue blazer, blue socks & black shoes ).

hahaha......!!( B'ful uniform....lolz)

Subah "rikshewale bhaiya" aakar zor se aawaz dete the,

aur wo kabhi absent nahi hote the :-(

magar ab sab kuch badal gaya hai, 

sirf ek cheez chhod kar.............."Mujhe abhi bhi sardiyan bahut pasand hain"

Hai Jinhe Aatm-Vishwas....

"Hai rath mein kewal chakra ek,

Saarthi bhi pangu nirantar,

Fir naag-paash se bandhe ashwa,

Aadhaarheen path dushkar,

Hai karta soorya tathapi nitya,

Yatra asankhya yojan ki,

Hai jinhe aatm-vishwas, unhe fir chinta kya "saadhan" ki......"

The above lines are taken from a famous poem.

[with due credit to the poet......]

"Hai satya ki raah kathin lekin,

Jeevan anvarat prayas hi hai,

Fir darta kyun mann chalne se,

Jab asha-kiran bhi saath hi hai, 

Tum aage badhte raho sada,

Lipsa yadi vishwa-vijay ki,

Hai jinhe aatm-vishwas, unhe fir chinta kya "saadhan" ki......

Bas Tu Hi Tu, Aur Tu Hi Tu.....

Mere mann mein tu, mere tann mein tu,

Meri raah mein tu, meri chaah mein tu,

Mere nain mein tu, mere chain mein tu,

Meri aas mein tu, meri saans mein tu,

Mere rang mein tu, mere sang mein tu,

Mere saaj mein tu, mere raaj mein tu,

Mere hriday mein tu, mere samay mein tu,

Mere geet mein tu, meri preet mein tu,

Mere pal mein tu, mere kal mein tu,

Mere satya mein tu, mere tatva mein tu,

Mere aks mein tu, har shakhs mein tu,

Meri subah mein tu, meri saanjh mein tu,

Meri nabj mein tu, mere jajb mein tu,

Meri aadi mein tu, mere ant mein tu,

Bas tu hi tu, aur tu hi tu.......

When Do People Write?

How is the idea of writing something interesting, something new and something that is really worth?

I am a bad writer who can write something, who works on the policy of "something is better than nothing"  :-). But of course.."YES", at least I can write....

Coming back to our idea... I think there is  something which forces people to write. 

The things on which people generally act,  feel, and think, the things which have great impact on our life, the things which stop us for a moment to think from our hectic schedule, the things which are very close to us, the things which touch us...........all the above things force us to pen down our thoughts. Is it not enough to write on?

Is Remarriage Wrong...? If Yes Then Why...?

She rushed from hospital as she was dying to see her 2 years old son, who was at home with his grandpa. Her husband was in army and died one year back in an accident.Her father-in-law is a retired professor. She is a gynaecologist and she is proficient at her job.She is just 28. She adores her family a lot. After reaching at home she saw her baby  sleeping in his grandpa's arms. She took a deep breath and smiled at her father-in-law. Today she did two major operations and was too much tired.She made two cups of coffee and after giving one to her father-in-law she went in her room. She wanted to sleep.But she was thinking about what his collegue said to her 2 days back. She was very uncomfortable with the question he asked. She knew her responsibilities very well and was fulfilling those at fullest.Her collegue is her college friend. They did their masters in surgery from the same college. He loved her from college time,but he never said it. She got married with the person of her own choice, who was also a surgeon in army. Now she met with her friend after a long time. And he knows all the things, that she lost her husband & she is having a baby.But now he wants to marry her. When he asked her, she was extremely uncomfortable with him & his question. She did not share with anyone.....her mind was telling her that she should say a NO, but her heart was telling her to say a YES.She is confused. A lot of questions are there, like-

Who will take care of her father-in-law? 

Will her friend be a responsible husband and a father? 

What others will think about that?

What her father-in-law will think?

She is a very confident and proficient doctor. She can solve any kind of complex surgical case, but she is not able to answer this question.She is having everything, all the luxuries. She is able enough to fulfill all her child's dreams & demands..........but she can not return a father to her child, she can not return a son to her old father-in-law & she also can not get her husband back.

She is feeling helpless and all alone this time.

Nayi Raahein....

Zindgi anayaas hi naye mod lene lagi hai..

Bina kisi aahat ke nayi raah pe chalne lagi hai..

Beparwaah si hansi hasti hui chali jaa rahi hai..

Nayi raahon pe jaane ko aatur hai, aur duniya se bekhabar bhi hai..

Socha aage badhkar rok loon use..

Zara hoshiyaar kar doon use..

Nayi raahon pe chalna seekha hai abhi-abhi..

Fisalne se pahle thaam loon use...

Dil aur dimaag dono ka dhyaan nahi hai..

Aur kisi ki parwaah bhi nahi hai..

nayi raah baahein khole khadi hai..

aur zindgi unme simatne ko bekaraar hai..

Aye zindgi..!! zara sambhal kar....

Iss duniya mein raahon pe kaatein bahut hain..

Aur wo bhi hare-bhare maidan ke neeche..

Kahin tumhari khushi kaafoor na ho jaye......nayi raahon ki lipsa mein !!

Masroofiyat...

Unki masroofiyat ne humein itna nazarandaaz kar diya,

ki hum ruswa hue aur unhe ilm bhi na hua.

unki nazrein inaayat to hui mujh par,

magar doosre hi pal wapas chali gayi.......jahan wo masroof the.

will write sometime later..

Uff...Ye Sapne..!!

Mere "Sapno" ne iss kadar juda kar diya khud se....

ki ab lautne ki raah jaise dikhai hi nahi deti.

Aisa junoon chadha hai ki....

Lakh chahne ke baad bhi mein unhe chhod nahi paati.

Unke kad itne bade ho gaye hain ki....

main unhe bhool nahi paati.

Sapne poore karna sabko nahi aata....

par sapne dekhna bhi sabko kahan aata hai.

Mere sapne mujhe chain se nahi baithne dete....

haan  mujhe gumaan hai, ki ye mujhe chalte rahne ko kahte hain.

Uff...ye sapne.........bahut bade par mere apne.

A Story.......

"What....? you can't come with me".

That was the ending of an aberrant conversation. Kailash miffed and left the room with the firm decision of never to meet again. "But how could shivani?".....many questions were churning around in his unconfirmed mind.

Flash back......

They were called a perfect couple in college, both were damn sure that they will get married in future. Everything, every condition & every situation was just perfect for their marriage. Shivani was as good in each & everything as Kailash. Nobody was expecting that they will separate. But the day when Shivani was about to meet his parents, was the utter cursed day. Kailash's parents had chosen another girl for their son according to their status, their position, & their reputation. Shivani was shocked...& it took few minutes to understand what she heard just now, infact Kailash was not aware of it. He looked at shivani's face and said- wait..let me talk. He came with his mother separately and asked about what the hell was going on....?

But he was answered..."SHE IS NOT OF OUR CLASS.."

Do you have any idea  what are you talking about..?

Are you just out of your mind? 

And please don't ask these stupid questions to your dad?

He was freezed, and Shivani left the house immediately.

Few years later.....

In between they never met again. Shivani's parents fixed her marriage by their own choice & asked Shivani whether she liked him or not. She said yes without any arguement....and made her parents happy. Suddenly one day in the morning aroud 10 AM Kailash came to her home....she did not understand what to say. Her parents welcomed him. Her father left the home for the day & mother went to cook something for both. They were all alone in the room with a deep silence.

Coming back to the starting of the story.....

Shivani- How are you and your wife...?

Kailash- I did not marry...

Shivani- What......?

Kailash- I have left my home that very day. Come with me Shivani, we will start over again.................please.

Shivani- No.

Kailash- But why...?

Shivani- No, I can't. I can't hurt my parents.

Kailash- Ok, but you can hurt me without any hesitation...

Shivani- Couldn't you tell me before....that you did not marry........damn it.

Kailash- What now?

Shivani- I can't come with you Kailash....please leave me as i am.

Kailash- "What....? you can't come with me".

and with that Kailash left the room, & Shivani did not try to stop him.

Her mother came and said- why he left without having anything....?

A Change...Acceptable Or Not?

What it takes to be a good critic? 

It really need guts to be a good critic, because the words must worth.Often i think why people do not ready to accept a change, specially when everybody claims that the system must change. Barack Obama became "The New President of United States of America", and people liked him all over the world, the fact being that he is going to change the whole system ( political environment)...the whole economy is going to be recovered in a new way with the 700 b$ scheme approved by senate.Well....take another aspect, after the collapse of lehman brothers the wall street became  a bit COLD & DULL, afterall "lehman brothers" is facing such a huge loss for the first time in its 160 yrs old life...When people say that they want a change on one side, same people don't feel comfortable when a change takes place on another side.

Isn't it double standard? The  sarcasm is but obvious, whether there is a change or not.

Nazaria.......

Shoonya aur andhere ki orr badhte uske kadam use kahin nahi le jate, kintu wo bina kisi baat-cheet kiye chala jaa raha tha.Use kisi se koi shikwa koi shikayat nahi hai, magar use kisi se koi ummeed koi apeksha bhi nahi thi. Use kuch nahi chahiye ( aisa wo kahta hai), magar koi talaash hai jo use shoonya raste par chalne ki "salaah" deti hai. 

"Kya wo moorkh hai, jo kabhi kuch na dene wale raste par agrasar hai............nahi.

Kya use iss baat ki zara bhi fikr nahi, ki wo kahan jaa raha hai....................nahi."

Aisa bilkul bhi nahi hai...........

Nazaria hai apna apna ki kisi ko wo raaste shoonya-chitt aur andhkaarmay lagte hain, aur kisi ko wahi raaste prakashit lagte hain.

Shabd......Ek Abhivyakti

Agar mujhe shabdon ka kuch gyan hota, to shayad main bhi kuch likh paati. Kintu yadi kisi sudhaar ki sambhavna  ho, to vyakti ko apni koshish jaari rakhni chahiye. Yahi vichaar mujhe har baar anvarat prayaas ki prerna deta hai. To baat aati hai shabdon ki......

Shabd, jo ek manke ki tarah piroya ja sakta hai

Shabd, jo kisi bhi lekh mein jaan phoonk deta hai

Shabd, jo kisi bhi bhaavna ko abhivyakt karne mein saksham hai

Shabd, jo kisi ke mann ko gahrai se choote hain

Shabd, jo kisi bhi bhaasha ke nirnayak hote hain

Shabd, jo kisi vyakti ki pahchaan hote hain

Shabd, jo kisi jaadoo ki tarah kaam karte hain

Shabd, jo kabhi-kabhi jeevandayak hote hain

Shabd, jo kisi ki prerna hote hain.......

Junoon iss kadar ho ki,

kuch bhi haasil kar sake....

Pyaas aisi ho ki,

nadiya dhoondh kar hi bujhe.....

Vishwaas aisa ho ki,

ishwar ko prapt kar sake....

Nishchhalta aisi ho ki,

balak-mann se tulna kar sake....

Pavitrata aisi ho ki,

agni-pareeksha se guzar sake.....

Dhairya aisa ho ki,

dharti-ambar ke milan tak rah sake....

Kalpna aisi ho ki,

Parindon ki udaan tak jaa sake....

Puraana Shaher Usse Raas Nahi Aa Raha Tha...

Wahi shaher, wahi log,
magar ek bilkul naya mahaul..........

Sab kuch jaana-pahchaana tha, magar usse bahut ajnabi lag raha tha. Aisa nahi tha ki wo pahli baar kisi parichit jagah gaya ho. magar pata nahi kyun iss shaher mein usse kuch "ajeeb" sa lag raha tha. Wo khud nahi jaanta tha ki usse kya takleef hai, bus ek baat pata thi ki mann "ramm" nahi raha tha.

Wo roz-roz ki wahi meetings, presentations & corporate parties se borr ho chuka tha. Usse wo sab kuch haasil tha, jo shayad ek aam aadmi ko khushnuma zindgi ke liye chahiye hota hai. Magar kahin na kahin koi "tees" uthti thi uske mann mein. Wo aaj akele baith kar kuch puraane records nikal kar sun raha tha, ki ek gaane ne uski rooh ko hila kar rakh diya tha...

Wo rona chahta tha..phoot-phoot kar, magar ro naa saka.
Ek mard hokar iss tarah rona usse kuch atpata lag raha tha.
Usne coffee machine se ek coffee nikali aur record band kar diya.
Phir khidki se bahar dekhte hue usse wo puraane din yaad aane lage,
aur wo room mein aa gaya....

Wo uss raat so naa saka..
kafi purani yaadein uske dimag ki dahleej par dastak deti rahi,
aur wo un sab ko ansuna karta raha tha...

"Purana shaher" usse raas nahi aa raha tha...

एक आशा की किरण....

एक आशा की किरण वो होती है.....
जो आपको रास्ता दिखाती है,
जो आपके अस्तित्व को वज़न देती है,
जो आपके होने का मतलब बताती है,
जो आपको नाज़ुक पलों में संभालती है,
जो आपके डगमगाते कदमों को सही राह दिखाती है,
जो आपके साथ तब होती है जब आपको उसकी जरूरत होती हैं,
जो हमेशा आपको अच्छा महसूस कराती है,
जो आपको जीने के लिए प्रेरित करती है,
जो आपको आगे बढ़ने की सलाह देती है,
जो आपको प्रयत्नशील रखती है,
जो आपके प्रगतिशील रखती है,
जो आपको सदा रोशनी की तरफ़ ले जाती है,
जिसके साथ आप ख़ुद को और बेहतर बनाते हो।
इसलिए "आशा की किरण" आवश्यक है हर एक के लिए......

Silence........Why?

When people asked me-" Why are you so silent?"
Suddenly I don't understand what to answer this question.Then I smile and reply-"Nothing...even I don't know that I am silent". Then I relax a bit.

But why such questions are asked? When I speak a lot, nobody ask-" Why are you speaking too much?" then why at silence? Well generally people feel that if you are silent then either you are not happy or you are tensed or you are having any problem or the most common you are broken or hurted.

Why so much bothering?
Why they can't stop asking and asking?
Why they can't do their own business?
Why they expect an answer everytime?
Why they try to be too caring?
Why they express that they notice us a lot?
Why they suggest many solutions to come out of sadness(they feel)?

"Silence" is a word which arise "A full package of questions?"

Her New Way Of Life.....

I never saw her in that way.....
Beautiful eyes with full of tears,
were telling a deep story.
She never wanted to weep, to be hurt,
but unfortunately she was.....
Simultaneously she absorbed her tears within her beautiful eyes,
and now she does not want to weep anymore,
for an unexpected desire.
She has changed completely.
She used to laugh with full of her heart,
She used to be talkative,
She used to be too naughty,
She hardly used to be serious and many more habits.....
Now she laughs....but like a forced laugh
she talks to people but with limited words.
She weeps but with dry eyes....there are no more tears in her eyes.
She likes her new way of life, she likes to be serious, she likes to be alone.

.

.

.

.


or may be she is forcing herself to like this way of life.
can't say......perhaps don't know...!!

Unanswerable......

Today i am not happy......

Reason- I don't know. And i don't bother about that. Sometimes we usually feel broken without any particular reason. And nothing is wierd about that, i mean any person can be happy or sad without any reason. I like to be unanswerable in few situations. I don't want anybody around me when i am broken.The fact is that i don't want to answer any question which is arising in other person's mind. I hate to be asked when i am sad. Sadness is not my habit or liking, even its unlikely to me, but you never know what is going to happen with you,or what you are going to face next? And then you react in such a manner which is not of your kind.

Ek Sawaal....

Kabhi zindgi ko nazdeek se dekha hai?
shayad nahi.....ya fir shayad dekhna nahi chaha.Wazah kuch bhi rahi ho magar hum mein se kitne log hote hain jo jeeven ki satyata...uski nirantarta...uski kadwaahat...uska meethapan...sachche hriday ke saath swikaar kar paate hain? Jawab khud se poochho...!!

Aaj ye sawal poochhne ka koi khaas tatparya nahi hai mera, magar ye sawaal kafi dino se mann ke kisi kone me kahin daba hua tha shayad, jo aaj ubhar kar hoothon pe aa gaya.
Kabhi sahi jawab nahi mil paya......aaj bhi nahi....shayad tabhi.
Mujhe aaj bhi intzaar hai sahi jawab ka ki "Zindgi nazdeek se kaisi dikhai deti hai?"

Naa Jaane Kyun...

Mujhe aaj bhi usse mohabbat hai,
magar naa jaane kyun...
ab iss mohabbat mein pahle si shiddat nahi rahi.

Mujhe aaj bhi uski yaad aati hai,
magar naa jaane kyun...
ab iss dil ko sitaron ke saath haal-e-dil kahne ki aadat nahi rahi.

Mujhe aaj bhi uska intzaar rahta hai,
magar naa jaane kyun...
ab usse milne ki tadap nahi rahi.

Kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon kaisi ho gayi hoon main,
bilkul "USS" jaisi ho gayi hoon main.

Ek Pal Chhin...

Uss din jab maine kafi kuch kho diya tha...
Uss din jab dil ko ek gahra aaghat laga tha...
Uss din jab jeevan neeras lag raha tha...
Uss din jab maine apne hi haathon se,
apne hi sapno ke ,tukdon ko sameta tha...
Uss din jab mann gahri tanhayee se gujra tha...
Tab maine ye jaana tha ki kisi bhi "gahre lagav" ko bikhraane ke liye,
ek pal chhin hi paryapt hota hai.....bahut chhota kintu bahut aakramak.