एक सफ़र का आगाज़ किया था तुम्हारे साथ
हस्ते गाते अंजाम हासिल करेंगे ऐसी हुई थी बात
कुछ ही दूर चलते ही तुमको हमारी संगत पसंद ना आई
रास्ते की दूसरी और चले गये और बोले की अब ऐसे ही काटेंगे राहें
जाने अंजाने में इतनी दूरियां आ गयी है हमारे बीच में
तुम सड़क के ऊस तरफ से मुझसे कुछ कहती हो
बीच में शोर-ओ-गुल के चलते तेरे अल्फ़ाज़ कुछ खो जाते है
मैं अपने हिसाब से समझके इशारो से तुम्हे जवाब देता हूँ
पर तब तक तुम अपनी नज़र दूसरी और फेर लेती हो
इतने पास होने के बावजूद भी तेरे साथ का नसीब नही है
मैं फिर भी चलता रहता हू इस सफ़र में यही उम्मीद के साथ
की दूर चलके इस रास्ते के दोनो रुख़ मेलन-बा-मरकज़ हो जाये
तेरे मेरे सपने फिर से एक रंग हो जाये!!!
कूछ दिन के लिए ये गतिहीन ज़िंदगी से कही दूर भागे
यारो का साथ, एक गाड़ी और जेब मे थोड़ा सा पैसा हो
किसी हिल स्टेशन जाके सुरम्य सी जगह ढूँढके डाले डेरा
की मानो आस पास देखो तो धरती पे स्वर्ग के जैसा हो
हर रोज़ पहाड़ो के पीछे से सूरज हमें उठाने को आए
आराम से नींद काट रहा तन ज़रा भी ना हटना चाहे
खींचके रज़ाई दोस्त लोग कहे की उठ जा कमिने
देखनी है विभिन्न जगहे, तय करनी काफ़ी सारी राहें
गरमागरम तेज चाय पीकर शरीर को उत्तेजित करके
सुबह की सैर में पतझड़ के पट्टियों को कूचलते हम चले
पर्वत की चोटी से झील के किनारे तक का सफ़र तय करके
बैठ जाए वाहा और किताब पढ़ते हुए आगे का दिन निकले
शाम को अलाव के चारो और बैठके शरीर को गर्माहट दिलाते हुए
ठुसे हम तंदूरी चिकन और पीये हम मदिरा
पृष्ठभूमि में कोई रेडियो पे गाने चलाए
सुने हम रहमान साहब, बॉब डिलेन और शकीरा
मन मे छिपी हुई बातों को निगाहें बता दे
खामोशी में बयान हो जाए सभी कहानियाँ
दिल की आवाज़ एक दूसरे तक पोहचे
बकचोदी में मिट जाए सारी तनहाईयाँ
ऐसे यादगार लम्हे बीतें उन दिनो में
की मस्ती के बाद जब वापिस हम आए
आँखों में वो सारे हसीन पल संजोते हुए
एक और भी रंगीन सफरनामा लिखा जाए.
कमर तक आने वाले तेरे लंबे घने खुले ज़ुल्फ़ो को अक्सर ताकते रहता हू
आँखों के सामने से लट को उंगलियो मे समेटके पीछे करती है तो घूरते रहता हू
तेरे केशो के साये में एक छोटी सी दुनिया बना लू यह है मेरी ख्वाइश
इन रेशमी और मुलायम बालो मे पनाह मिल जाए बस यही है गुज़ारिश
तेरी नयनो की गहराई में ना जाने कितने राज़ है
लफ़्ज़ों में बयान नही कर सकते एक ऐसा एहसास है
साहिल पे जाते है लोग आफ़ाक़ देखने के उम्मीद से
हम तो ये देख लेते है बस आपकी आँखों में डूब के
चेहरे का निखार, गालो की गुलबियत के चर्चे होते है सब जगह
होटो की कोमलता, मासूम सी मुस्कान पाने का ख्वाब देखे हर निगाह
कमर का मटकना, बदन की खुशबू के हम दीवाने है
जिस्म की नज़ाकत और रूह की सादगी के अतुल्य जोड़ से आप निराले है
माशा-अल्लाह इतनी सारी खूबिया तूने है पाई
लेकिन तेरा सबसे बड़ा हुनर है तेरी अगाही
अपने पैत्रो से बड़े बडो को कर देती है खामोश
इसी हुनर के वजह से हम हो गये तुझपे मदहोश
तकदीर का करिश्मा ही कहेगे की हुई आपसे मुलाकात
आपकी सादगी और अच्छाई थी जो शुरू की आपने बात
दिल तड़पता है आपके साथ पल बिताने के वास्ते
अब तो आपसे ही शुरू और आप पे ही ख़तम सारे रास्ते
एक दुआ है की हमारा ये पैगाम- ए-इश्क़ आपको कबूल होगा
ज़िंदगी की प्यारी सी कहानी लिखने का मौका हमें मिलेगा
अपनी इस मोहब्बत को मकाम पे ले जाना है
सितारो के आगे तक का साथ निभाना है!
शहरा पासून पंचवीस मैल दूर आहे आमचं लहानसं गाव
एक शांत, सभ्य, देखनीय जागा आणि ‘बुटिबोरी’ हे त्याचे नाव
दर वर्षी दोन आठवडे जायचो आम्ही लोकं तिथे
संपूर्ण प्रवासात गायचो मधुर-मधुर गीते
गावातली दुनिया होती खूप भारी
शहरा पेक्षा किती तरी पटीने प्यारी
जमीन होती आपुले अंथरूण
आभाळ होता आपुला पांघरून
सकाळी सकाळी अंघोळीसाठी नदीच्या काठापर्यंत चालत जायचं
नंतर गोरे काकांच्या शेतातून संत्री तोडून धावत परत यायचं
चुली वरच्या जेवणात एक खमंगसा स्वाद असायचा
झुणका भाकर खाल्ल्यावर पोटाला लय भारी वाटायचं
ढोर, कुत्रे, माकड यांच्या सोबत बेधुंद होऊन फिरायचो
घाणेरडे होऊन घरी आल्यावर आई कडून मार खायचो
दिवस निघायचे कंचे आणि विटी दांडू खेळण्यात
रात्र निघायची आकाशात चांदोमामा आणि म्हातारीची खाट पाहण्यात
ते दोन आठवडे कसे संपायचे हे कळलंच नाही कधी
परत घरी आल्या वर सतत मन करे गावी जाण्यासाठी
आई बाबा शांत करायचे आम्हाला हे सांगून
सुट्ट्या जशा आल्या की जाऊ आपण सगळे पळून
आज मोठ्या शहरात एका मोठ्या घरात राहतो
टीव्ही, मोबाइल, लॅपटॉप वर सतत काहीना काही पाहतो
ती मस्ती, ती मजा करायची सतत आठवण येत राहते
गावातली झोपडी या प्रासादांपेक्षा जास्त प्यारी वाटते|
Yesterday evening, as I was taking a walk on my terrace,
Gazing at the stars and the infinite mystery of the universe,
I suddenly stumbled upon the moon and my heart ached a little,
For the events that happened a year ago had made it very brittle.
A year ago, when the same moon came up one night,
That was the day we had our biggest fight,
I blurted out swears words, called her a bitch,
She listened quietly, then wept beyond reach,
A couple of hours later, I realized that I had done something stupid,
I quickly grabbed my coat and headed to her place in the name of cupid,
She opened the door, her eyes still moist and red,
Told me to never dare to see her until she is dead,
I told her for the umpteenth time that it was my mistake,
All our love, all our precious memories were at stake,
But she had made up her mind,
This was no time to be kind,
Dejected, I came back to my place and watched the moon,
With a hope that things would cool down pretty soon,
But things didn’t improve a bit!
The night was still young when we drifted apart from each other,
It remains young even after a year and makes me suffer.
I still stare at the moon and regret my behaviour to her at that time,
A silent prayer goes up that someday she will again be mine!!
Last Wednesday, out of the blue, I got a buzz from Agastya, a friend of mine from junior college. He planned a trip to Bangalore and wanted to stay at our place for the weekend. I happily agreed. The evening he came, we went to a lounge. We had a lot of things to catch up on. After the formal things like the city and job life, the next obvious question was ‘’bhai bandi mili kya’’? He was blushing like crazy as I posed this question. I got the answer and asked him to elaborate on the same. It was a cute story. I asked him whether I could share the story on my blog and whether the girl would be fine with me sharing their story. He approved of the idea of sharing their story and assured me that she would be happy to read it. So, here is the tale of Agastya and Priya.
Agastya was an IITian and to add to that a mechanical engineer. So, with an extremely skewed ratio, the chances of him getting a girl during those 4 years were almost negligible. Again, after college he was supposed to join a firm in Chennai. With nearly no hopes, he packed his bags.
The first couple of weeks there were dull and monotonous for him. The unbearable heat, auto-rickshaw people with goddamn attitude and tiring search for a decent apartment left him exasperated. In a month or so, his situation improved slightly. He got an apartment, installed an air conditioner and enrolled for his company cab. Life, then felt, a bit relaxed. But still, that forever alone feeling was bothering him.
One day, he had a new cab-mate, Priya. She was tall, slim, had high cheekbones and wore a patiala and kurti. He liked her instantly. But striking a conversation wasn’t easy. She always had her earphones on whenever she sat in the cab. After two long weeks of waiting, he finally got a chance to talk to her. She forgot to carry her earphones that day. Once they started to chat, he realized that there were a lot of things to connect to. Both of them loved reading books. They would spend hours and hours discussing about a writer’s perspective on his novel. Their Sundays would be spent in Crosswords reading and finding new books. She had an excellent sense of humour. He would get trapped in her sarcasm and satire quite frequently.
A few months into all this, they were practically inseparable. Both of them knew that they were addicted to each other. Now, western civilization gave us a lot of things. One of them is the girl’s expectation from the boy to propose her in a unique way. Rarely do girls understand that due to our huge numbers, the probability of a unique proposal decreases drastically.
With no extra talent other than reading, Agastya started to find a cool way to propose her. He challenged himself and decided to propose her with two things he totally sucked at – singing and guitar. He picked up Enrique’s Hero, a song that was very close to his heart. For the next two weeks, he would lock himself in his room and practice the chords and the vocals. One fine day, when they were skyping, he told her that he would like to give her a surprise. He took out his guitar and started with the song. As soon as he finished the first stanza, the girl burst out laughing. She even suggested him to try his luck in stand-up comedy. He was dejected, dumbstruck and embarrassed. The moment was gone and he was devastated.
But he was not the kind who gave up easily. He started to find some other way. This time though, he knew his limits to try out new stuff. He decided to keep it simple with a rose and a short speech. But again, the expectation of the girl bothered him. Would a simple rose and a couplet do the trick? He thought hard to conjure something special, a thing that could stay with her for a longer period of time. He had his eureka moment when he remembered his school time hobby, origami. He decided to make a red rose using origami paper. After about 5 hours of effort and 3 failed attempts, he finally succeeded in crafting a beautiful rose.
The next day, he called her and asked her for a dinner date and gave her the venue detail. He went there a little early and gave a hundred bucks to the waiter to give them some more time after the desserts and play a slow romantic tune. She was totally unaware of this plan. During the course of the dinner, she was cracking jokes while he was nervously waiting for everything to get over. So, as soon as she was about to finish her dessert, with tu bin bataye from Rang de Basanti playing in the background, he got down on his knees, gave her the rose he had made for her and said these lines –
“You have been someone with whom I’ve enjoyed each and every moment. Deep down my heart, I know that if there is anyone with whom I would like to experience the journey of my life, it has to be with you.You’ve given me so many reasons to celebrate life. I would like to spend my life to try and make you feel the same way. I love you!”
He was nervous and stammered a couple of times. But somehow, he succeeded in completing the lines. Now, it was her turn to get smitten by the love and the affection showered by him. She cried for some time and smiled thereafter. She still didn’t say any word. His knees started to ache. Finally, he could not bear the pain any longer, he asked her to atleast reply. She was jolted back to reality and said a yes. He got up, jubilant and contented. They both hugged each other. He whispered to her “Thank you for relieving me from this proposal business. I am never proposing again in my life”.
P.S. : The valentine’s season is approaching. Best luck to all the Agaystya’s out there. Be unique!
When Justice Katju said about a year back that more than 90% of the Indians are idiots, he was backfired from all circles. Every morning, I take the newspaper to learn about the happenings in and around the world. After reading news articles since the last few days, I am convinced to believe that a majority of Indian population is stupid. The kind of issues that are being discussed as the top news, be it a five bedroom house of a leader or his mode of transport or his continuous persistence on avoiding security, which have no effect whatsoever on the daily life of an average Delhite or an average Indian clearly supplements my hypothesis.
The Aam Aadmi party or the AAP was started with a mission, a great mission of eradicating corruption in the public services and thereby promising a better government. The aim of providing excellent governance shouldn’t be neglected at the cost of maintaining a simple life. For me as a citizen, it doesn’t matter if someone lives in a 5 BHK house or a lavish bungalow. I want an efficient mechanism to get my driving license, voter card in time and without bribe. I want a transparent policing of various schemes of the government.
Sarojini Naidu said it rightly that “It costs the nation a fortune to keep Gandhi living in poverty.” The same would apply for the leaders of the AAP. It may inspire you to see Arvind Kejriwal travel in a metro instead of a car. But about 1700 police personnel were involved for smooth travel of Arvind Kejriwal and associates on his metro ride from Kaushambi to Ramlila Maidan. Kejriwal taking up all the praise from media and the great Indian middle class at the cost of so many extra police personnel than required is nothing but mismanagement of government resources.
I keep reiterating it in my friend circle and I repeat it here too, being a saint in politics should be an individual’s choice. There should be no need to enforce and publicize ones simplicity. By populating the culture of very simple living, there will be an increasing restriction on the number of people joining the movement. The AAP movement or for that matter, any political movement will flourish only when individuality is respected. For people to actually enter competitive politics, it should be looked upon as just another profession, where people join in, do their job, draw their salary, and maintain a decent standard of living.
The people in government sector are literally paid peanuts as compared to their corporate counterparts. To compensate a little for the small salaries, certain perks and privileges, like housing, transport is provided. My simple point is when one does the work assigned to him; why not use the salary and perks? And even if one does want to use the salary, why publicize the saintly deeds?
In a country where 600 million people are directly dependent on agriculture and there has been no job creation in that sector since the past few decades or so, where 40 percent of the people earn less than 50 rupees a day, where poverty and unemployment are accepted truths, it is the work of the government and not the way of life that will improve the standard of living of the people. A few months from today, it won’t matter if you wore plain shirts and traveled using public transport. The next time a person votes, it’ll be purely based on your delivery of services. To all the AAP ministers, your time is precious, stop being such a staunch Gandhian and focus all your energy on a better, accountable and efficient government.
I have been Sachin’s fan since I was old enough to understand cricket. I dragged my dad to the stadium long back in 2002 just to watch him play, even though the match was against Zimbabwe. We turned lucky, for he scored a beautiful century that day. I went to see him again, this time in a limited overs encounter with the Lankans at Jamtha. The stadium erupted as soon as it got a glimpse of Indian openers from the dressing room. I literally had to cover my ears, for the applause all around me was so loud. He got out cheaply, but still we cheered for him when he came to field at the boundary near our stands. The last time I saw him live in action was in India versus England test in December 2012.
Today, as the man hanged up his boots, millions had tears in their eyes. I am no different. Tears were bound to fall after listening to that speech and after the mobile guard of honour given by the team. Amidst all the emotions and the respect, I learned that he is being honoured with the highest civilian award. Immediately, I checked for the news. It said Prof CNR Rao and Sachin have been chosen by the government. As an avid fan, I should have burst out in joy. I did not.
Incidentally, I was following Anand-Carlsen Game that time. Though just an amateur player with a little competitive experience, joblessness and boredom over the weekend made me watch the game. I felt sorry for Vishy Anand, for the achievements of this man have not been short of the master; just he chose a less glamorous sport to play as an Indian.
FIDE, the world chess federation, currently has 143 countries as members. There have been as many as 160 countries that have been members of FIDE. There were 154 countries that played in the 2008 chess Olympiad. Anand has won the World Chess Championship five times and has been the undisputed World Champion since 2007. Imagine the determination to remain numero uno for such long time. Again, Anand was the first sportsperson to receive the second highest civilian award of India, Padma Vibhushan in 2007, a year before Sachin received. He has been the world champion since then, dominating a game played in over 150 countries. Cricket is played in 20 countries (trying to be very liberal here). Clearly, if one was to look at these stats, Anand should be the first to get a Bharat Ratna.
Let me be very clear here. I am in no way comparing these two legends. I am happy that sportspersons are included the list which consisted formerly of politicians, scientists, artists and social workers. What bothers me are the populist measures of the UPA government, firstly electing him as a member of Rajya Sabha while he still was playing for the country and now nominating him for the highest civilian honour just before a few months for general elections. A Bharat Ratna for him would be used for harnessing votes, diverting the attention of people from inflation, economic crisis, scams and what not. He definitely deserves the highest civilian award, but alongside or after some other greats (Dhyanchand, Anand to name a few).
Anyways, a big congratulations to the icon, one of my role models, Tendulkar Sachin Ramesh for being an exceptional cricketer and above that, an exceptional human being. We are honoured to live in the same era as you. We are blessed to watch you play! With a hope that the other sons of soil from playing other sports are also given the respect they deserve, I’ll sign off.
After a long drought of five and a half months, I finally got my lazy ass back to writing. The last time I posted on my blog, I lived in room no. 320, IITH Boys Hostel, studied control systems and speech processing and had a lively junta in the neighbourhood. Today, I live in a flat in Bangalore with two of my friends from college, use excel for work and have no idea who my neighbours are. There has been a drastic shift in the last couple of months. Some things have turned out to be bad, others good.
The last month of college will surely be one of the most beautiful periods of my life. The farewell parties and get together made our bonds stronger. The first party was thrown by the junior batch of 2014. It was easily one of the best parties I’ve ever been in. From the roses and the applause at the entry to the wonderful souvenir in form of a plain t-shirt, which was supposed to be filled with quotes from batchmates, everything about it was perfect. The things that people wrote on the t-shirt made me feel happy and contended that I did spent some real good time here and that my friends believe in me. By the way, I got my t-shirt to Bangalore. Everytime I feel like a little lost, a look at all the things that people wrote and I feel quite motivated.
Then there was official farewell by the director. Director’s party started off with speeches by the people of our batch for their alma mater. Director’s speech was totally awesome. One sentence by him, “IITH will always be your second home and you can come anytime here” made my eyes wet. The 2 odd kms walk from the institute to the hostel at midnight, singing songs like yaaro dosti, hum rahe yaa naa rahein kal etc. and then sitting on the middle of the road and everyone sharing interesting stories from their life was surely a night to remember.
The third get together was with the team Egnite (which by the way is now an officially registered NGO \m/). Over the dinner, we discussed about a lot of things. Our team had 12-13 people from 5-6 different states. Over the year, we had become very good friends. While returning back on auto, someone asked a question as to what do we really want to achieve in life. All of us answered as to what we want to accomplish. My respect for comrades increased exponentially after listening to their vision.
The last get together, the Spartans get together, was a day before I was scheduled to leave. We went to Athidi, the same restaurant where we had our first party four years earlier. Life is a circle they say. Our journey had to end at the same place at where it started. Just as we went and had ordered the appetizers, one of us stood up for giving a toast. This was followed by a toast raised by each one of us. By the time we finished, we had been in the restaurant for more than 3.5 hours. The waiters were instructed to tell us that it was their closing time. But they, after seeing all the emotions in the room, lend us more time to finish. The whole exercise was as if, the story of those four years, the good and the bad things, the fights and the celebrations, the struggles and the victories were played before us. By the time we left, most of us had moist eyes, all the differences among us had vanished and we only had one prayer for each other “Jab bhi milna, haste hue milna” ( translation : whenever we meet in life, have that smile of yours intact).
Life at home went quite real quickly. The first 10 days went into remembering the last four years and regretting that life would not be the same again. It is said that time is a great healer. For, the next couple of days, I had a great time hanging out with Nagpur friends. We had couple of treats and when we were out of money, we gate-crashed into marriage ceremonies. But before I could extend that phase of chilling out in my hometown, I had to pack up for Bangalore. I hardly got a month’s rest. Blaming my bad luck and cursing the company, I started to pack up for the new journey.
Bangalore – The city made me fall in love with it as soon as I entered. The weather is probably the best among all the big cities in India. My job is pretty chilled out. My boss says that the starting phase of your job is your honeymoon period. This time won’t come back. So enjoy to the fullest. It has been about 2 months since then and the work pressure is about the same. I am kind of enjoying this extended honeymoon period (don’t tell my boss about this :P).
One big difference between college and corporate life has been the number of girls around. Coming from a skewed ratio of about 1 girl per 11 boys or so, entering an organization with almost 1:1 ratio was a distant dream ( “:P” for those who are still working in an organization with less ratio). My faith in humanity has been restored.
A group of around 10 of us college friends try to meet up during the weekend and plan out something. We went for a few outings, had a few bakaiti sessions and watched a lot of movies. I’ve made a couple of friends in office too. Enjoy hanging out with them.
They say the grass is always greener on the other side. When in college, we would wonder and talk about the life outside, about the things money can buy. Here, after a few months, there is one thing that I know for sure. Money cannot buy happiness. Family and friends can!
Well, that’s about the last couple of months. With a promise that I’ll continue to write more frequently, I’ll sign off!
Shreya and I were best friends since high school. Infact, all of the best memories of school life have a picture of her embedded somewhere in them. We were in the same school and used to go there by our school bus. She always sat next to me. She wasn’t just any girl. Her dimples were the cutest of all I have ever seen. Plus she had a varied interest ranging from politics to music to sports. She could discuss a Felipe Massa with the same zeal as a George Bush. You see a rare species of beauty with brains. I was not gifted with so many talents. I was good at solving equations, so enrolled for IIT JEE classes after my school. She wanted to become a journalist, like the character played by Priety Zinta in Lakshya.
We made a pact during our school days that however busy our life gets in the future, we’ll meet atleast once in a week. Every Saturday evening, we would go to our favourite hangout place, a small and quiet garden near her home. We would chat about a lot of things in those couple of hours. I don’t know why but I felt a sense of belongingness when I was with her. I could share anything and everything with her.
After we finished our boards and entrance examinations, our frequency of meetings increased. We used to meet every day, spend hours and hours gazing at stars, made fun of each other, made fun of other people. Nothing in this world is more beautiful than falling in love and you cannot appreciate this as long as you experience it. When you fall in love you realize that there is so much you have to talk about. There is nothing that is stupid; there is nothing out of bounds. We would talk about anything. Just the feeling of being with her made me happy. On one such night, I accidentally told her those three words. She had an immediate spark in her eyes. She said she too loved me and added that she couldn’t imagine her life without me.
My result of IIT JEE came after a few weeks. I got admit from IIT Hyderabad. She got admit from a university in Pune. It was difficult for us to part. I got her a stuffed bear for and she gifted me a keychain of heart parted into two pieces, one for me and the other for her. We promised to keep in touch and let not the distance affect our relationship.
During my initial days in hostel, we used to have conversations for a pretty long duration. Slowly there was a steady decline in our conversations. I used to get one word reply for every question. My messages were ignored, and no messages came from her side. I thought that maybe the academic pressure forbade her from giving time to me. We would just exchange formal conversations and end our chats.
I thought the winter vacations would be a good time to spend more time together and start a new chapter. One evening, I got a message from her to meet at our hangout place. I went there. There was something different about her. She was not the same happy to go girl, discussing a variety of topics with zeal and enthusiasm. Rather, she was all philosophical about life and how compromise with it is the best way to live. She ended that speech with one damn hurting sentence ‘Can’t we just be friends’? I was shocked. I was numb. I just couldn’t say anything. A few minutes later, I asked her the reason. She couldn’t give me a satisfying answer. I tried to convince her, I cried, still she was adamant on her decision.
It is difficult to understand women but the men never mind trying. As she was slowly waking away, I remembered the day we got in a relationship and she said “it was impossible for her to imagine a life without me”!
Disclaimer: The above story is an act of fiction. Any resemblance to living creatures is purely coincidental