Sunday, 8 December 2013

A few moments of happiness, Parceled

"Laa ye de mujhe.."
"Ranjan ye wapas tiffin mera h.."
"Abbey aae shaane..chall futt yahan se..subah subah khaali pili dimaag ki maa behen ek naa kar..bol rha hunn tujhe.."
"Ranjan ye de mujhe.."



kid bullied by others

"Bola na jaa yahan se..chal abb gayab ho yahan se warna 2 thappad aurr raseed karunga.." Roared ranjan as he threw rudra on the ground. The kids surrounding them laughed hysterically. Rudra slowly got up, brushed away the dust from his clothes and looked at his fresh bruises. He started walking feebly and turned back to 
look at the plethora of the kids mocking him. A tear came out up as he gave them a stern look 
and saw Rudra feasting on his lunch.

"Damn! He could have asked to share it." , Rudra thought. He walked back home and threw his bag on the floor as soon as he laid his first footsteps inside the house. He tossed up on the bed and wrapped a torn blanket around himself. He lay there motionless and kept staring at the void ceiling. His mind was fusilladed with all sort of thoughts. It was his thoughts only which doused up the burning sensation of his bruises.

Suddenly, Rudra heard a knock on the door. He checked the time. It was 3:30! His father wouldn't be back in a couple of hours. Who could be it then, he pondered.


came the sound again. Rudra sprinted towards the door and found a guy standing on the door. The guy was sporting a uniform. Albeit, it was new and shiny. Not unlike the faded one, rudra had to wear.

"Are you Rudra..?" the guy questioned authoritatively.
"Well yes." mumbled rudra.

"Here. This parcel is for you."

"For me?" Rudra asked astonishingly.

"Yes. Now if you could please sign up here.."

"Yay!!" Rudra clapped as he signed and ran back inside.

It was a parcel. Attached to it was a note scribbled in not so legible handwriting. Rudra opened the note. It read:

"Dear Rudra
This parcel is for you. I'm sorry for misbehaving and bullying you. I promise i won't ever hit you again or snatch away your lunch in the future. Please accept  
my apology.
Inside is your favourite chocolate cake."


Rudra couldn't believe what he had just read. He pinched himself. *OUCCHHH*

Yes. It was for real. He re read it again! Rudra was beaming with happiness. He felt as if he was on cloud nine. A wide and innocent smile lit up his face as he dashed out and ran towards the ground.

"Abbey saaley andha hogaya h? Dekh kar nahi chal sakta?" roared Ranjan as he gave a menacing look.

"Thank you!" said Rudra shouted in excitement as he panted heavily.

"Kis baat ka thank you?" replied back Rudra, caught in surprise.

"Woh chocolate cake k liye.." Rudra reverted back, still trying to catch his breath?

"Kaunsa chocolate cake? Saala maskhari kar rha h mujhse? Maarunn do tujhe?" yelled Ranjan.

"Nahi nahi. Sachhi. You only had send the parcel. Even I was surprised to see a parcel with my name on it!" Rudra protested back.

"Jamaila. Lagta h saale tu nasha karke aaya h..main kyun bhala tujhe chocolate cake parcel karunga? Agar itne hi paise hote mere paas, toh roz tera tiffin kyun cheenta tujhse?" laughed Ranjan hysterically. 

"Matlab woh parcel tune nahi bhijwaya?" It was Rudra's turn to be shocked this time.

"Aaee halkat samajh nahi aaata tujhko...maine koi parcel nahi bhijwaaya.. Chal abb apna raasta naap warna issi bat se dho daalunga..!" growled Rudra waving the bat like a machette in the air.

This was too much for Rudra. He couldn't bear it as he ran back to his home, without stopping for a single second. Without wasting any time he searched his home for the parcel. But. It was his hard luck that he didn't find anything. He throwed away the blanket and the furniture as his eyes greedily searched for the parcel! But alas! All Rudra found was sheer disappointment. This broke him down. There never came a parcel for him. It was his vivid imagination. But he was too immature, rather too young to understand the harsh reality. Rudra curled up on the floor and started sobbing, unstoppably..

NOTE:- This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Sunday, 1 December 2013


The pedestrians were hurrying up as the heavy downpour continued. It was a long traffic jam. The wipers of the cars could be seen swiping away the raindrops and the drifting mist. Everyone was taking in refuge wherever they could. On the left corner of the intersection was a huge Santa Claus. A clear indication of the beginning of Christmas celebrations throughout the city. The rhythmic ringing of the bells composed some wonderful music. 

From the other side of the street, came the sounds of gunshots as a tall hooded figure, covering himself with a black scarf hurried past and quickly disappeared in the crowd. Panic had struck people. None had clue whom was fired upon and who fired the shots. A body lay there, on the bottom of a staircase with blood drooling out. The traffic saw some movements as cars with blue and red lights and sirens came in swiftly. Police and Ambulance for sure!! A few people had hurried and made a pillow for the dying man and were trying every possible method they knew of, to save him. The cold and chilly wind blew shrivelled leaves as the policemen came forward and bagged and tagged the corpse, scarf and the gun they found in his hand. At least his dead body would be preserved from the misty winds and death tearing cold! 

The woman bumped into a bystander and murmured 'idiot!' The moonlight falling on her half covered face, her black shining eyes and the flocks of hair playing with each other gave a mesmerising look. Awestruck by her appearance, the guy could only stand there and see her, of course with his jaw dropped. She hurried and took the bus. She found herself a seat and sat there. She was as calm as water and turned on her 'CD' player. Tears or even expressions of remorse or guilt were nowhere to be seen in her eyes or on her majestic face as she hummed the song. 

She knew he deserved this. Justice was denied to her from the very own peacemakers and lawmakers who knew every minute detail about the truth. Yet none had taken her side in court as the beast walked out innocent. He had killed her family, ravaged her. Tormented the people she so dearly loved. Made them suffer for things they never did. And all this happened in front of her eyes. She didn't shed a tear when he had put a bullet in his father's head. She didn't winced when he overpowered her brother and burned him alive. She didn't cry when he was inside her. She didn't cry when she survived the ordeal. She had mentally promised herself that she would only cry when this outrageous and monstrous bastard die! And finally the day had come. She could no longer feel the scent of his 'perfume' from her body. She was now relaxed and composed. A tear drop moistened her cheeks but was unable to move her. "He deserved this!" She mentally repeated a millionth time in last 20 minutes. 

Her father always used to say, "Each player must accept the card life deals him. But once he has them in hand, it's up to him how he plays them to get the maximum benefit!" A smile lighted up her face when she repeated this in her head. The memories still sounded so fresh! But No! She had come a long way now. She knew what she was about to do. The lure of power was too much she could resist. She quickly drew out her notepad and made a short list of a few names. The names that made up her hit list. At the bottom, it read:

- "No second chances, in the land of thousand crime dances,
    the valley of ten million insanities death awaits you!"

NOTE:-  This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Saturday, 30 November 2013

The Beast

He looked at the scars and his freezing blood encrusted body again..
they silently described a story of torture, torment and pain..
How he was left there to be torched, churned and burned, wrapped with chains..
his burning, suffering and misery were doused to an extent, by the cold rain...

He lied there naked, almost dead as he breathed reluctantly..
the rain drops and the cool breeze gave some respite as they kissed him gently..
Suddenly his attention went to the broken skulls, he gazed  intently..
As he howled in pain and cursed himself, "If I had done things differently..!!"

a dying chained beast

NOTE:- The following poem has been written for 100 Words on Saturday, a prompt initiated by Writetribe!

100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

Friday, 29 November 2013

Yet another love story!

Her warm and bruised body melted in his hands as she smiled.

"Please stay!!"

"I can't. 'His' conditions apply."

"Then take me along!"

She leaned closer and stabbed him in heart. The soothing music had faded. They drifted peacefully to wake in another world.

The cadre could only lament and bow with respect.

NOTE:- This story has been written for 55 on Friday - 2, for Writetribe under the prompt, "conditions apply".
55 on Friday #WriteTribe

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Liebster Award

People say whenever you are low and demotivated, God helps you stand up and gives you a hundred reasons to smile in some way or another. Well, the reason for my today's smile is Jayanth Busi. Today only i was seeing happy and chirping bloggers who were nominated for this award and i was wondering when would i get one. Just when i needed that extra push, you were kind enough to help me and encourage me, by nominating me for the Liebster Award. Thank you so much. I feel honoured! :)

Now, you must be wondering what a Liebster award is!

"A Liebster Award is given to new and upcoming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It is a token of love, an expression of motivation. The word Liebster is a  German word meaning sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, valued, cute and welcomed. It is much sweeter than it sounds. Liebster award ties up together the blogging community and brings a feeling of oneness and unity."

Before i move on and nominate my nominees for the Liebster Award, i have to answer the questions of Jayanth, the person who nominated me for this award.

1. What is your opinion about yourself, compare it with your favourite fictional character(cartoon).

I am a simple, hard working guy who loves to read, write and blog. I like to watch movies and hangout with friends. The thing that i find in common between me and Goku(my favourite fictional character) is the never give up spirit. No matter how hard the circumstances are, i always try to push myself beyond my limits and achieve whatever i want.

2. What do you earn by blogging? (like casual, not offending) 

I earn love and respect, appreciation and trust from blogging. Nothing more than that! :)

3. What is your favourite music genre? Why? 

Sufi music is my favourite music genre. It relaxes me, soothes my soul and gives peace to my mind.

4. School or college?

Undoubtedly School! :D :D

5. You think someone good must come to politics? If so why? Aren't you good enough?

I think there are already a few good  people in politics. If they are allowed to do their work without any troubles, there is no need for anyone to come in.

6. A confession. 100% truth and unknown! :D

Well i don't have any confessions to make!! :D

7. Your opinion on Indian culture?

The most beautiful culture which teaches and inculcates great moral values in us.

8. Worse thing about you?

My addiction issues.

9. Your three unfulfilled dreams?

1. To have the claws of wolverine! ;) :D :P
          2. To learn some languages.
          3. To become a successful magician! ;)

10. Your favourite subject?

Mathematics. No second thoughts! ^_^

11. You happy with what you are studying?


Now. My turn to nominate some bloggers. So here is my pick:

1. Alok Sharma The guy who has been a pillar of support and strength. Whose write ups i cherish more than my own. Always there to help and guide me.

2. Rakhi Her beautiful write ups always graced by her much beautiful pictures!

3. Nishkarsh Sharma Another one of my favourite. A very dear friend, who is fun to be with!

4. Ragini Puri Your marvellous pieces of writing touches a chord somewhere in my heart. One of my motivation source.

5. Fizaah The innocent write ups always bring a smile on my face.

6. Raina Hey Doc. Never got a chance to appreciate your writing before, but i am getting one now. You do write great. Never stop writing.

7. Sreesha Divakaran Your poetry pieces always leave me spell bound. They are mesmerising! :D

8. Shetall Ramsinghani Another awesome blogger!! Cheeers!! :D

9. Richa Singh One more helping hand. Always kind enough to show me the right direction!

10. Shreya The first of the blogger i came to know!! The issues you highlight needs courage! Bravo!! B|

11. Maniparna Sengupta Majumder The blogger whose pieces of writing, i cherish! They have a voice of their own.

12. Joshi Daniel A motivation source!! Fan of your photography!! :D

Now comes the best part. My questions to you are:

1. Why did you start blogging?
          2. Your best habit!
3. What makes you unique from others?
          4. Your favourite movies?
5. Action or romance?
          6. 3 deep buried secrets! ;)
7. The person you love the most?
          8. Your idol?
9. School or college?
          10. The most mischievous act you have done?
11. What does this award means to you?

An award given to bloggers to show appreciation and love for their work.



Sunday, 24 November 2013

A carrot, an egg and some coffee beans

When i was a little kid, i would always wait eagerly for the summer vacations. That part of the time when i could go to my Nani's(grandmother's) house. Each night a ritual followed. My nani would narrate to me a bedtime story. I would really enjoy them. Even now when i think about them, i am still unable to decide, what made those stories beautiful? My nani's narration in her melodious voice or the characters of the story she would weave out of her imagination for me. Of all the stories i heard, there was one of them which i liked the most and is narrated below(In my nani's words)! "A carrot, an egg and some coffee beans!"

"Long long time ago, in a far far land from here, there lived a girl. The girl lived with her mother. Her father was a soldier and was posted in another part of the country. The girl's name was Janet. Janet was always the bubbly, happy go lucky girl, always ready to help others. But she was always surrounded by one problem or another. It seemed her problems never ended.

One fine day Janet came back home and started weeping uncontrollably. Her mother tried to console her but it was of no use. She tried asking but Janet wouldn't stop crying. Finally in broken words and with teary eyes, she uttered "I couldn't make a sand castle. All my friends made such beautiful castles but i can't! I am of no good. I can't do anything!!" And Janet started crying again. Her mother wiped away her tears, stroked her hair gently and hugged her in affection. The feeling of warmth and secureness in her mother's arms made Janet regain her composure and she finally stopped crying.

gir with her mother

Her mother said, Janet, come with me dear. She took her hand and led her to the kitchen. There she placed a carrot, an egg and some coffee beans in a plate.

"Come here Janet." 
"Yes mom?"
"What do you see?"
"Well there is a carrot, an egg and a few coffee beans. But why?"
"Touch them and tell me how do they feel!"
"Mom the carrot is hard. The egg is so soft and the beans are so small."
"But mother what are you doing?" 

a carrot, an egg and some coffee beans

Janet asked her mother. Her mother just smiled and said pay attention and look closely. She took some bowls and filled them with water. She placed a carrot in the first one, an egg in second and the coffee beans in the third. She put all of them on the stove. After a good 20 minutes when the water was boiling she switched off the stove and took each one of the items out. She asked Janet to look at them.

"Janet. Touch them again and tell me what do you feel?"

Janet came close and after a brief moment said

"The carrot is now very soft mom!"
"Very well. And what about the egg?"
"It has become very hard now"
"And the coffee beans?"
"I can't see them. But the water surely smells of it's aroma!"

Replied back Janet in a much cheerful tone. "Did you see Janet what just happened? I boiled all three of them with the same water, for the same time on the same stove. The boiling water made the hard carrot a soft one, while it made the soft and fragile egg a hard one. And the coffee beans were the unique ones. They just changed the water when boiled."

"Which one do you want to be?" asked her mother. "In the tough times, when life and it's problems knock you down, how will you respond? Like a carrot or an egg or the coffee beans?" Her mother continued, "The carrot who appeared to be so hard and strong went soft in pain and adversity. On the other hand, the fragile egg just hardened in it's shell and thus displayed a tougher spirit. Or are you like the coffee beans which changed the very water who wanted to change it? After boiling, the water smelled of coffee and it's fragrance, the coffee beans didn't smell of water! So always think wisely and decide in a time of trouble which one you are and act accordingly." Janet had now understood what her mother wanted to teach her and this time she raised the bar..! The very Janet became strong and hard like the egg, and versatile like the coffee beans who could adjust in any environment."

This post has been written for Write Over the Weekend(WOW), an initiative by Blogadda!

Friday, 22 November 2013

Enchantress and the Prince

The enchantress roared, "You fool, So you think you know it all?"
You are nothing for me, but a piece of flesh, so weak and so small..
I could take out your princess's soul and put it in a doll..
And then feed her to the beasts or hang her in the skeleton hall!

The enchantress tries to scare the prince but eventually she ends up getting herself killed!

The prince jumped forward, strangled her neck and haul..
But ohh my...! The witch still didn't die..
So he took her parrot and smashed him against the wall..
Seeing all this the princess cried..
The prince replied, "Yes, i know it all, i know it all!"

Prince fights enchantress to save princess.

This post has been written for the Write Tribe's 100 words on a Saturday Prompt, "So you think you know it all"

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Interview with Ravana

Today i was searching some stuff and came across this piece of writing. The date read 27-08-2003. I was in 6th standard then! :D :D
Albeit, my mom helped me writing this, but majority of the efforts were mine! :P
It would be great if you try to perceive this from a 11 year old kid's point of view!


**Welcome ladies and gentlemen to your very own show: "CelebTalks" ! Each week we interview a famous celebrity and this time on our show we have none other than our very own Ravana! Yes ladies and gentlemen the same Ravana who is believed to be killed by Shri Ram!! So let's welcome him here and start our interview!!**

I: Hello Ravana. It's so good to have you hear. Hope your journey was a pleasant one.
R: Ohh yeah! The journey is always great with my Pushpak Vimana!

I: Hahaha! You brought it here?
R: Hell yeah! I have parked it outside, just in front of the India Gate.

I: I'm amazed. But any ways, my first question of the day to you is, Why did you go from the earth so early?
R: Who says i am gone? I'm still there living among you humans. I just have adopted some different forms.

I: What are those forms Ravana?
R: Well there are many. For example terrorists, corrupt politicians etc.

I: Ohh my god! It means you might be someone sitting in the audience?
R: Hahaha! You never know!


I: Why did you kidnap Maa Sita?
R: Just for fun. I wanted to create an atmosphere of fear and terror.

terror, violence

**It's time for a break ladies and gentlemen. We'll soon be back. So stay tuned.**

*curtains rise*

I: Welcome back to the show. Today we have Ravana in our studio. So my next question to Ravana you is, What do you think about the rise in price?
R: Ohh..that's pretty simple. The prices rise because of the increasing hunger of the politicians of your country!

I: You said politicians. But do you know what do they think of you?
R: Yes! They idolise me. They worship me. In some form or another, i reside in every one of them. And i'm pretty sure, in the coming elections, they would make me the Prime Minister!

evil and politic, corruption and poverty

*hysteric laugh*

I: I can't believe what you said. But moving on to our next question, What are your favourite colours?
R: The colours of corruption, poverty, hunger and terror are my favourite. Though i have a long, long list.

I: Hmm..! At least that's honest. Now my final question to you, Ravana is When are you planning to go back to Lanka?
R: Hahahahahah! Why do i have to go back? I am not going anywhere from here. India is a great place to live and prosper. I'll once again expand my empire and rule your parliament!

*evil grin*

**Well i am must say, all of us are shocked by this interview. But thank you so much Ravana for coming to our show! Have a happy journey and i seriously wish your journey ends in Lanka! That's all for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Time to bid all of you good night now!!**

Sunday, 17 November 2013

भारतीय किसान

आज दोपहर खाना खाते हुए मुझसे मेरी छोटी बहन ने पूछा की भैया ये जो दाल, चावल और सब्जियाँ हम खाते हैं, ये कहाँ से आते हैं ? एक छोटी सी लडकी के इस सरल से प्रश्न  ने २ क्षण के लिए तो मुझे भी सोच में डाल दिआ! फिर मैंने उसके सरल से प्रश्न  का सरल और सटीक उत्तर दिया कि इन्हें किसान खेती करके उगाते हैं और बाज़ार में ला कर बेच देते हैं , जहाँ से हम जैसे लोग इन्हे खाते हैं और अपनी भूख  मिटाते हैं ! मेरी बहन के लिए किसान भी नया शब्द था और फिर तो जैसे उसके सवालों कि झड़ी से लग गई ! मेरे लाख टालने पर भी वह ना मानी। और फिर बाल हट तो जग प्रसिद्ध है ! विवश होकर मुझे उसे साधारण भारतीय किसान की  असाधारण कहानी सुननी पड़ी ।

"जय जवान, जय किसान!!! "

jai jawan, jai kisan

यह नारा सुनने में जितना जोशीला , जानदार और अच्छा लगता है , वास्तविकता में आज के समय में उतना ही खोखला और अर्थहीन हो चुका है।  भारत जो विश्व के प्रमुख अन्नदाता में से एक है, वहाँ किसानों का जीवन किसी संघर्ष अथवा युद्ध से कम नहीं। ऐसा संघर्षशील जीवन इतनी गरिमा और सच्चाई से केवल भारतीय किसान ही व्यतीत कर सकता है। नवीनीकरण और औद्योगीकरण के  इस युग में हमारे शहरी जीवन ने गोली सी रफ़्तार पकड़ ली है परन्तु इस सब के बीच में हम ये क्यूँ भूल जाते हैं कि जो अन्न हम खाते है, वह उस किसान की देन है जो अपने पूरे जीवन में पुरुषार्थ और परिश्रम का चुनाव करता है , संघर्ष और कठिनाइयों को अपनाता है, सिर्फ इसलिए ताकि हम जैसे लोग खाना खा सकें। ऐसे निःस्वार्थी इंसान को खुद के लिए भी दो वक़्त की रोटी बहुत मुश्किल से नसीब होती है।

एक कृषक का जीवन कितना कठोर होता है , इस कड़वे सच से अधिकतर लोग अवगत नहीं हैं। चाहे वह दोपहर की चिलचिलाती धूप हो, या रूह को ठिठुरा देने वाली जाड़े की ठंड, या घोर वर्षा। एक कृषक निरंतर अथक परिश्रम करता है बिना इन सब बातों से विचलित हुए। किसान गाँव के साफ़ और खुले वातावरण मैं निवास करता है। उसकी वेश भूषा भी उसकी तरह सरल और सादगी भरी होती है।  साल भर मेहनत करके वह एक या दो बार पैदावार उठाता है। पर किसान का जीवन और सुख तो जैसे बने ही आँख मिचोली खेलने के लिए हैं। पहले तो उससे पैदावार को सरकार  को सस्ते दामों में बेचना पड़ता है। जो बचा खुचा पैसा होता है, उस में
भी सेठ और साहूकार अपने अपने हिस्से का क़र्ज़ हड़प लेते हैं। जो थोड़ा बहुत पैसा बचता है, उस से वह अगली पैदावार के लिए खाद और बीज खरीदता है और २ वक़्त की रोटी का बंदोबस्त करता है।

indian farmer

भारत सरकार के लाख़ दावों के बावजूद आज भी भारतीय किसान की स्थिति में बहुत कम सुधार हुआ है। सारी उम्र वह अपना जीवन तंगी और गरीबी में व्यतीत करता है। मुआवज़े या सहायता के रूप में मिलने वाली धन राशी का बहुत ही छोटा प्रतिशत उस तक पहुँचता है। बीच में ही अफसर, अधिकारी, सेठ और साहूकार ये पैसा हड़प जाते हैं। आर्थिक आभाव, खाने पीने और अन्य जरूरतें पूरी न होने के कारण ही आज देश में 
नित दिन सैंकड़ों किसान आत्महत्या करने पर विवश हो रहे हैं।  इस समस्या ने बहुत ही जटिल और विकराल रूप धारण कर लिया है। इस समस्या का अगर जल्द ही कोई समाधान नहीं निकला गया तो भारत में शायद किसान भी विलुप्त हो जाएँ।

प्राकृतिक विपदाएं जैसे सूखा, बाढ़, समय पर वर्षा ना होना या आवश्कयता से कम या अधिक वर्षा होना कृषक की  पीठ तोड़ देते हैं और साथ ही उसके रोज़गार को भी प्रभावित करते हैं। नयी और नवीन खेती के उपाय और विधि भारतीय किसान धीरे धीरे सीख रहे हैं। परन्तु चिंता के विषय की बात यह है कि जिस तीव्रता से किसान आत्महत्या कर रहे हैं, खेती छोड़ कर दूसरे रोज़गार अपना रहे हैं, क्या आने वाले कुछ समय में भारत में इतने किसान बचेंगे भी की सबके खाने लायक पैदावार हो सके ?

गांधीजी किसान को सेवा व परिश्रम की  मूरत मानते थे। अन्नदाता और सृष्टिपालक के नाम से उससे सम्भोदित करते थे। पर ना जाने आज वही किसान भीड़ के उन लाखों चेहरों में ना जाने कहाँ खो चुके। भारतीय कृषक के लिए ये कहना उचित और पर्याप्त होगा कि उसका जन्म करमयोगी की तरह मिट्टी से अन्न  रूपी रत्न उत्पन्न करने की साधना में रहता है तथा वह अपना पूरा जीवन इसी करमभूमि में बलिदान स्वरुप न्योछावर कर देता है । 

"कष्ट , पीड़ा  और  दुःख  ही मेरा आराम है ...
 सुख, समृद्धि , खुशहाली तो जैसे मेहमान है ...। 
 मेरी मातृभूमि , मेरी करमभूमि तो ये खेत खलिहान है ...
 हाँ  मेरा  नाम  भारतीय  किसान है ...
 मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ...। 

  बरसता है सूरज अनल , माटी भी भट्टी जैसी तपती है .… 
 चलता है मेरा हल सुबह शाम , अब तो थकान भी अपनी सी लगती है .... 
  पसीने और खून से लहूलुहान  हूँ , अब  तो  इस धरती पर भी  परिश्रम के निशान  है .... 
 हाँ मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ...
मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ...।  

 पैदावार का पैसा  साहूकार के पास है .... 
 भूख के मारे पूरा परिवार परेशान है .... 
 ना जाने किस लोभ से काम करते हम , लेते नहीं विश्राम हैं … 
 अब तो केवल मेरा बैल, मेरा हल मेरी शान  है …  
 हाँ  मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ...। 
 मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ...। 

 क्या धन , क्या जमापूंजी  इसका  ना मुझे कोई ज्ञान है … 
 बस  २ समय का खाना मिल जाए अब तो यही एक अरमान है.... 
 शहरों में बैठे नेताओं , अफसरों और बाबूओं  को कहाँ हमारा ध्यान  है ....
 हाँ मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ... 
 मेरा  नाम भारतीय किसान है ...। "

indian farmer

Tuesday, 5 November 2013


I felt left out and abandoned by the world,
but you never did anything wrong, did you girl??
I always grab a pen and paper, and write it all down...
about how high i took you..and still you pushed me down..

You tried snatching my few reasons of happiness..
with so much politeness and humbleness..
leaving me with so much of frustration, that at times i even cried..
and i just thought our friendship could have been saved, if only you tried.

That feeling i had, when i felt so exposed..i spoiled my name...
because you were so well known..
so now we are not "friends" and everybody knows...
but what's the point now, i guess i simply let you go..

People whom i even don't know, ask me how did it end...
for them i just have one thing to say "They were all my mistakes, and not that of my friend!! :)" !!

I guess things and time change, so did you!
and i know, i was important, for you too..
you said what all i did was rubbish, and was not to be meant..
ohh dear, finish what you start, or every time like this, it's gonna end..

People do did i..quite than before..
but you were protected, being the younger one..
And now i feel, there's no need to cry..when i know who was right, and who was wrong..
but honestly, "Thank You", for making me so strong...
because now i know, there's one word i have for you and that is "GOODBYE"!! ;)


Saturday, 2 November 2013

Birthdays: Kajol's Birthday

"Eeey chal e chal.. aaj tera b'day h naa.. Wish you a very happy b'day Kajol!!" said Rana, Ashish, Nishkarsh and i in unison. An hour of futile attempts and wait had finally ended. The birthday girl was now on line and there was a cadre, the excitement in the air and her sweet chirping.

Birthdays come only once a year and doing anything in halves or procrastinating the plans was not our cup of tea! The plan was ready, task and role orientation had been done. Twice. Our talks with the pretty girl continued for a few more minutes and finally we bid her good night and happy birthday once again!

9:35 AM

There she was sporting a polka dot dress, looking enigmatically beautiful in her own attire. Maybe it was the aura around her today that made her look so lively or her own charismatic presence that had lit up the whole place. The pleasantries were done, greetings were exchanged and a couple of minutes later we were sitting in our respective examination halls being subjugated by our last exam! Yeah. An exam on a birthday. Sounds boring and dull but our hours of happiness couldn't play any more hide and seek with us.

12:30 PM

"Rana truffle cake hi better lag rha h bhai..!"
"Haan bhai yahi le lete h..!"
"Chal theek h. Done."
"Aurr woh cap b leni h?"
"Hehe! Yeah cap b daal do bhaiya..!"
"And candles bhi!!"
"Aurr haan ek bottle champagne b! :D ;)"

Here i was acquiring all the essentials to make her birthday, "A Perfect and Memorable Birthday!" KC, one of my closest friends, being an absolutely incredible individual, the always happy go lucky girl had just entered the mall. My mind had a flashback and my memories were in front of me. The first time i had talked to her, she seemed to be so much different than what everyone perceived of her. After spending a few more weeks together, sharing a few more laughters together and having luncheons together my mind had leveraged me that i had delineated her correctly. If not completely, then to quite an extent.

"Challen bhai?"

I just came back to reality and left for our first destination of the day!

1:15 PM

Rana had just parked the bike. I had the cake in my hand. My enthusiasm was now exorbitant. The feeling of seeing happiness on a friend's face, the satisfaction in her eyes and the never miss contagious smile was enough to tell me how the rest of the day would turn out to be. And to know that we would be the reason for all this, for all her joy and pleasure made me wiggle my toes. We proceeded ahead (Me and Rana) and were soon inside McDonald's.

1:20 PM

The candles had been put. The caption and the name adorned the cake. The birthday cap had been put on  it's righteous place and the knife was there where it belonged. Finally she blew the candles. We sang the birthday song, another round of greetings, cheering and hugs followed. Pieces of cake were stuffed in her mouth! (Ohh really..?? :P )
Pictures were now being clicked and soon the balloons had joined the party too! (Yeah, yeah.. I know they were late..!) Funny and different poses leveraged a vacuous smile on my face. After all that's how each of us celebrated our birthday. With our parents, siblings and friends, the people we were closes t to, the people whom we loved and trusted. Birthdays are always special. No matter what kind of a person you are, everyone eagerly awaits there birthday and their friends more intractably than them. That's the feeling of friendship and feeling of being loved. Being wanted. To know that you do matter for people. And it's my cogent thinking that there is no feeling greater than this.

1:40 PM

The first surprise element of the day came out. "The champagne bottle." She couldn't keep her masquerade for  long and burst into laughter. 40 seconds later the empty bottle was in her hand with each one of us, gulping down a few sips of it. The mischievousness in our eyes spoke for us. The happiness couldn't be hidden any more. Maybe because we had a million, billion or trillion reasons to be happy.

1:50 PM

We departed for the last and final part of our today's fun filled journey. A local eating joint. The excitement was still there, though it had been subdued a bit by sense of satisfaction.

2:45 PM

Lohia presented her the gift that she had been hiding behind her back.


KC screamed. Yes. Come again. Dude she screamed so loudly, that for a moment i was left perplexed that whether it was a pleasant or a sad scream. But the "Hair dressing kit" (Good Choice Lohia ( Y) ) had made her day. Maybe there was nothing more now that she could wish for today. Ohh yeah.. Of course apart from our company! :P
The food was as good as it was promised by a good guy!(This time it's me! ;) ) Our senseless conversations made all of the time more memorable. The sheer happiness of being together was so much that everyone ate almost twice their capacity!! :D

Finally it was the time of our departure. Affectionate hugs were shared once again. We had bid everyone good bye and so did such a pleasant day.. Birthday of Kajol! Naah.! It couldn't. Not without this post or the poetry following this!! :P

Whatever we do, how big we become, our birthdays and special occasions(even the tiniest one's) are always incomplete with our friends. Our friends hold such an important place in our life that it's unimaginable to think our survival without them!! They are our life support system and most importantly the people that matter! (KC, this whole post is for you, but this part especially :P )

"Today is a very very special day..
 I'm privileged to have a friend like you, that's all i can say..!
 I wish every year this day, i be with you, till your hair turns grey..
 Happy birthday.. Happy birthday.. Happy birthday..!! :D :D

 May god shower you with all the wealth, success, happiness and joy..
 you be the source of inspiration and never encounter a decoy..!!
 Every time this day comes, we would be there to sing...
 and just pray to god that you be the best be the queen and you be the king..!!"


Wednesday, 30 October 2013


Kaash woh 2 ki jagah 4 minute hote,
isi bahane hum 2 minute aurr saath hote..! ;)

Khud ko thoda aurr lucky mehsoos karta...
tu fir na rooth jaae, isse bhi darta..! :/

Tujhee akele jaane dene ka mann toh nahi tha mera..
abb jab humm milen, naa jaane woh hoga kaunsa savera..!!

Bass itta pta h tera ye saath pyaara tha..
poora dinn enjoy kia, jo reh gaya woh akshardham ka favara tha..! :P

Monday, 28 October 2013

Warzone: A night before exam

Me: bc woh question dikha...thoda haath hata..!
Tyagi: Jaldi likh saale, mujhe paper abbi poora karna h..!! :X
Me: rukk jaa bhai..bass 2 minute ho jaaunga warna! :'(


Ah, it's 11:36 at night, and i'm lying here at the floor with my eyes half opened, burning too violently. It was a dream!


It's going to be tomorrow's reality..! Technically speaking, by the time i would finish this, it would be today's reality.
The exam is just 10 hours away!

"Hey just 10 hours? Dude 10 hours are too much! I could easily study and top. I think sleeping wouldn't be innocuous!!"
"Dude shut up!! Don't exacerbate the situation..! Get up and study. There are tons left!"
"I say just sleep buddy! It's dubious that whatever you are studying wouldn't even come up tomorrow!"
"Fine! I'll savour my few hours of solitude alone! Goodbye!!"

My mind had taken it's decision! Pulling an all nighter... Yet Again!


I get up from the floor, have a quick glance at the chair that had exonerated me a couple of minutes ago. I wash my face, wear my armour, tighten my headgear and draw my sword and spear for another round of the glorious and impeccable war of my life! The chanting of my prayers could be heard easily. With the last words of it, i jump into the Mammoth battlefield! Surrounded by a plethora of enemies, i gulped a few drops of my special medicine and started another "One Man War" against the army of the "Inevitable's"!


It has been nearly an hour!! The beads of sweats on my forehead are no longer ignorable. I'm already wounded, albeit not a life threatening one! The cool breeze is a respite from the stifling heat. I have been fusilladed thrice in the last 20 minutes. I am still standing(In One Piece!! ;> ;>) but with a degree of aloofness. As far as i can see there is no one but the atrocious commanders of the enemy army!!
The suggestions in my head are preposterous. I know this can be the end of the day, but i have no other survival option left. I gulp down the remains of my "special medicine", once again sport my shield, draw my weapon and jump into the battlefield.


The war has now been transcended. I look at my compass to get a sense of direction. But it's of no use now. I am surrounded by a cadre of masked, tricky, tall and hefty soldiers. I'm irascible right now. Perhaps it might buy me a few more minutes, i might be able to breathe a few more breaths, survive some more attacks, kill some enemies! But alas. Fate has different plans in  store for me. Someone strikes his sword ferociously with me. It cuts the fillet of my headgear in to two. They are not benign. They have no signs of mercy in their eyes. Rather there eyes are hollow and as dark as the moonless night!


The final blow! The sword that had been adorned by blood for the past so many hours now lay on the ground. Giving it company lie the spear. The headgear that was protecting me could be spotted a few feet away. My shield, embraced with so many blows had been snatched away. The special medicine i had been carrying, well there were no traces of it left. And here i am lying on the floor, my body now enjoying the pain which it couldn't stand once. The plans i had chalked(not to mention that they had flawed too) out in my head were long gone. My efforts had culminated and earned me some respect and pride and ohh.. not to forgot some vital information! My breathing was hyperventilated. Layers of dust and tar were visible on my body. The sun was almost up. It would be just a few more hours after which i would have to get up once again and face the battle for which i had been fighting so long! But i was feeling triumphed. I had managed to survive long enough and see the glory of war with my own eyes!

Yeah fighting for a battle. Sounds dubious! But this is only the beginning of what is going to be a full week long battle!

"Against all odds..
 with hopes of no mercy from the gods..!
 I would once again,
 take my shield and sword...
 fight the enemies, bear the pain..
 the hard work and patience may finally deliver the reward..!
 I know in my head..
 the reality can't be sweet..
 All i had wasn't a dream..! 
 The battlefield would be my only bed..!
 And my shield would be marked in red, black and green..!!"

Described here is an article on a night before exam!
War zone

Friday, 25 October 2013

Last Chance

I don’t know how to do it..
But I just want to do it right..!
I need to say i’m sorry..
I can never see us fight...! :(

Yeah i made a few mistakes..
Overstepped some boundaries
which made me look fake...! :/

So I hope that you listen and see it in my eyes,
this sincere apology that comes with tears from deep inside...! :'(

I was angry and frustrated..!
didn't realise then, what was right and what was wrong...
i thought i could hide my pain from you and act strong...!

"Not talking to you was the last option i wanted,
But trust me. I did it for you because i didn't want
my anger to burst on you, and spoil your mood.
Also i didn't do so(not talked) because of that challenge...!"

I always felt, it was tough and painful what i did.
But ohh please dear..before thinking anything,
Just put yourself in my shoes.
Ignoring you and not talking was never a solution,
But i felt then, i was left with no other option and yes i cared for you!!

I don't know what to do.
I try so hard.
To be a better person to you...!
I screw up a lot.
And then you ignore me too.
I don't know why.
But I still love you.

You're my friend.
I know we can make it through.
Lets make this friendship last forever.
And make it better and true...! :)

I don’t want to have to search..
Search for a different friend..
Cause I only want you..!
But when I close my eyes..
And I open and you are not there..
A tear runs down my face..
I can’t act like I don’t care..!
And I hope you come back..
And forgive me for what I’ve done..
Give me another chance,
Give me this last one...!

poem on sorrow, regret

Wednesday, 23 October 2013


बचपन के वो पल कल बन चुके हे.... 
पलकों पर लगे सपने पक चुके हे.. !
पर हर रात मुझको आती हे बचपन याद तेरी.. 
साथ ले गया तू ज़िन्दगी की सबसे सच्ची खुशियाँ मेरी!! :/

शाम को दोस्तों के साथ अड्डे पर जाना... 
फिर अपनी अपनी बात के लिए मनाना..!
थक हार कर पूछना बताओ कौनसा खेलें खेल..
क्रिकेट , फुटबॉल, छुप्पा-छुप्पी या गुलेल..! :D 

वह सुबह आँखें मलते हुए उठना....
२ मिनट का बहाना बना फिर सो जाना..!

काश कहीं, कुछ देर के लिए मिल जाए वोह गुज़रा बचपन....
बदले में ले जाए ये मेरा लड़कपन..!
इसी बहाने फिर बनाऊंगा स्कूल ना जाने के बहाने हज़ार..
पर ज्यादा देर रुक ना पाऊंगा खींच ही लेगा मुझे वोह दोस्तों का प्यार..! <3 

माना मेरा लड़कपन खूब निराला है... 
पर बचपन का वोह रंग ही कुछ प्यारा है..!
रिमझिम बारिश में मस्ती में झूमना..
पापा के कन्धों पर चढ़ मेला घूमना..!
चोट लग जाने पर माँ का माथा चूमना..
और फिर खाना खिलाने के लिए घर में ढूँढना..! :P

तितलियाँ और पकड़ कर हम यूँ इतराते..
आंटी की छड़ी से बचने के लिए पेड़ों पर झट चढ़ जाते ..!
कागज़ के जहाज बना कर कुछ  यूँ उड़ाते..
उसको उड़ता देख पल भर में होमवर्क की टेंशन भूल जाते..! B|

वो बंक करके गेम्स का पीरियड और दोस्तों का साथ...
किसने सोचा था, कल आएँगे ये पल याद....!!
टीचर के कमरे का शीशा तोडना बार बार..
फिर चिल्लाना "अब तो बॉल तू ही लाएगा सरदार"..! >:O

वो छोट्टी सी रातें और पापा की कहानी..
दिन में पापा के किस्से, दादी की ज़ुबानी..! :D 
वो खेल कर आना, और घर आकर चिल्लाना "पानी "..
अपनी मर्ज़ी के मालिक, ओर वो प्यारी, भोली नादान मनमानी....!!

बचपन के ये पल ज़िन्दगी भर याद आएँगे..
ना जाने क्यूँ, दिल कहता है, हर बार आँखें नम कर जाएंगे....!!
फिर खुद पर ही हसकर हम यूँ मुस्कुराएँगे....
मानो ये बचपन के दिन फिर लौट आएँगे....!! ;) :*

memories of childhood

Saturday, 19 October 2013


Teri muskurahat ka hi ye saroor h.. Bhala iss main mere dil ka kya kasoor h..! :/ Abb kya maangun bhagwan se tujhe paane k baad.. Kyun karun aurr intezaar, abb jabb h tu mere saath..! :D Meri nazar ko teri hi nazar ki thi talaash.. Jo pal jiya tere saath, wahi bann gaya zindagi ka ehsaas..! ;) Teri inn kaali khoobsurat aankhon ko ektak dekhta rahun aurr dinn dhal jaaye.. Woh haqeekat sa khwaab hi kitna haseen ho jiss main tu mil jaaye..! B| Ye meri aankhen tujhe bheed k unn laakhon chehron main khone nahi degi.. Chandani bhari raat main, taaron ki baarat main b tujhe meri yaaden sone nahi degi..! :*

poetry on love, romance and hapiness

Friday, 18 October 2013

What to do

I looked for you..
You weren't there..
I turned back...
To see you didn't care..

Now, i can see in your eyes..
The truth about your lies..

Think about the time...
How we parted, and how much i cried..
Just please don't speak!!
Because now i know when you lied...

You just walked away..
Yet, i had so much to say..
You were the one to leave..
Leaving me alone to grieve..

We had it all...
But meant nothing for you...
I am left here! Wandering what to do...

What to do...

What to do......

Wednesday, 16 October 2013


Sunset at beachThe sunlight skips across the daylong tired waves.. Listen and you'll hear the granting roars.. The mighty water floods every hole, gate and cave..
Returning so vigorously that it pushes even the mightiest on all it's four..!
Move forward a bit and you can see the palm tree behind.. The pallet of colors, the the sea and the sky are all as far as i can see.. Surrender yourself to water and it'll soothe your mind.. Don't hold on anything tonight, go with the flow and let it be..!

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Past. Present. Future.

Now. None is there, with whom i can share...
Certainly, they all don't even care..

So i always fetch up a pen and a paper..
write what's on my mind..or
They say now you have become rude and aggressive..
destroying everything behind..

For them, i can only say..."Yes! I live in the fear of past!!"
But one thing i know, nothing can forever last!! :)

I just don't know how my present may nurture..
Though i have realised, happiness is not something you postpone for the future..

The best thing about the future is it comes one at a time!!
And i know, soon enough the world will be mine!! :D

Monday, 7 October 2013

Trust and Betrayal

"I trusted him, still he did so." "I could never believe she could do cheat me like that!" "I had faith in her. She destroyed every bit of it!!"

We often come across such heart breaking situations.
It is bad enough when a stranger or foe betrays you, but when it is The "Someone" whom we pictured our "Perfect" companion, friend, mate, sibling or better half it hurts more. It might feel like you were taken advantage of, cheated, deceived, humiliated, despised, back stabbed. The pain and agony is too much to bear. We feel like everything has ended, our world is scattered and shattered. Suddenly we feel helpless, as if someone has cut our hands.  The Someone becomes the most hated person. We can't stand his sight, can't hear his name and moreover the vengeance makes it impossible to forget him. our situation becomes that of a toothless lion. You can't fight the person, if you do there's more fighting, you end up getting more hurt.
In some time we forget all what happened if not forgive him.

But, it is nearly impossible for us to be betrayed, cheated and back stabbed if we did not trust the "Someone" in the first place. The reason that it's so heart breaking is that we never expected it to happen. It wasn't meant to occur. Such a thing could only take place because of someone's deliberately hurtful behavior, their intended intentions, their own personal weakness, their carelessness. Betrayal blindsides us, shaking the very foundations of our world of belief. We portray the betrayer as the devil in sheep's clothes. Betrayal comes as a tsunami, a volcano of emotions. The initial phase is most painful. Bitterness and anger is the most common reaction. Until you yourself don't accept the situation, mentally prepare yourself, your wounds won't heal. Rebuilding your trust, gaining your lost confidence can be the toughest challenge. If you hold on and don't let go, it will only hurt you more.

"Our trust is lost, wounds are deep..
  we see the person, the betrayer as cheap..
  either we can smile and let go, or hold on and weep..
  let your trust re build, your confidence reap..
  then only you can have a peaceful night's sleep..!! "

When we trust a person, we’re not afraid to be goofy and quirky. We share our ambitions, vision, dreams, joys and sorrows with that person.
Deep inside we are vulnerable yet we have the confidence to take risks. It is the faith in that person that makes him so valuable. It is this trust only that makes the person special, with whom we cherish our time, share and spread happiness, love and are loved back. The more deeper the wound, the stronger was the bond. When our trust is broken, we become more self conscious, afraid and hesitant to trust someone again. But if your relationship is true, trust should be re-established. Forgiving and forgetting is the toughest part. Many a times hurting a person is not deliberate. It just happens. Every time it's not in our hands. The relationships that survive the waves of betrayal and disharmony often emerge stronger and more memorable than ever. So, the inevitable decision is yours. Move on or re build your relation..!

"At the end of the day it's not the number of time you fell that matters. What matters is how many you times you stood up and smiled!!"

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Live life king size

As a child we all have heard this phrase quite often. Since then i have in mind to live my life at fullest. I take my own decisions, make my own choices, take chances, have a hand with my luck and many other countless tiny little things. I think of myself as a king, one who wants to be surrounded by luxuries, power, facilities, royalty and lifestyle of that stature. The power to do anything i desire, the respect everyone secretly aspire, the authority and stature that's unmatched. The royalty which speaks for itself. YES!! I think and day dream of all this. My parents think i am crazy, my friends call me stupid, my teachers find me unrealistic. But honestly, i don't care. We all have one life, it's up to me the way i plan it, the way i want to shape my future, caress my dreams. Whatever decisions i make, i make sure they are of my own, at least that ways none would be guilty for my mistakes. I get blind and run too far chasing my dreams. My parents feel worried. But this is the time i feel, we all can and should explore ourselves. Fall in love with someone unconditionally, laugh at silly jokes, be the reason of someone's smile, don't give a second thought about your actions, make mistakes, time to get in trouble, meet new people, be crazy. Because after years from now, when i see myself standing with a dozen people who are unsatisfied, disillusioned and frustrated with their lives, i don't want to be the next one. I want to be the one who can proudly say  "Yes i have lived it all! I don't wish for another life to live all these years to my fullest."
Don't wait because right now is the oldest you have ever been and youngest you could ever be.

"I seriously have forgot all those things of past which brings tears,
don't give a damn to future which may brought upon any fear..!"

We only live once. So, overuse i love you, use thank you and sorry, make new friends, fill those uncovered bridges, see the unseen, laugh so hard that even sorrow smiles at you, fight so hard that even fate announces you a winner, and live so well that even death says, i wanna live once. Because who knows, how many tomorrows we have left?