Some Ulta Pulta

There are incidents that you can never forget in life. Somehow they are clung by you unknowingly in such a way that some or the other thing keep reminding of them. Like many other, even I had one which not exactly an incident but a story i heard on one of those long train journeys.  Picture Courtesy: Hugo Roy, Kickstarter There was a girl, young, innocent with a beautiful heart. She had just fallen in love with a handsome boy of her age. She would meet him daily on outskirts of their small town. Together they would sit, talk and share their dreams, happiness and sorrows.  Everything was going good when one day boy told her that he had to leave town for a fortnight to do business in another town. The girl became very sad. It wasn't the first time the boy was leaving her but she was going to miss him on his birthday which was due next week.  She had planned many things for his birthday as it was the first time they would be together celebrating it. So sh...

तू जिंदा है तो लेटा क्यों है? तू जिंदा है तो हिलता क्यों नहीं? तू जिंदा है तो थमा क्यों है? तू जिंदा है तो आगे बढ़ता क्यों नहीं? ये इतना कुछ जो तेरे आस-पास हो रहा है. तू जिंदा है तो तुझे दिखता क्यों नहीं ? सुन के ज़माने की सिसकियाँ तुझे कुछ होता क्यों नहीं? तू जिंदा है तो रोता क्यों नहीं? तू जिंदा है तो ज़िन्दगी जीता क्यों नहीं? 

It was a decent restaurant in the outskirts of the city. I use to go there often to spend some time alone and look out for strange characters who would pass the city through that highway. One day just after a heavy rainfall, when I was waiting for my tea to arrive. Only then owner of restaurant Mrs Shukla, herself came and put two glasses of tea on the table, sat in front of me and asked, "What's wrong with you?" I was taken aback by her strange question. Then a thought came, how can she know that I not in best of my mood today. Actually, I had just failed in entrance exam  of a film school and that was my last chance. I almost wanted to end this idea of becoming a story teller. “See your face is saying all about it.” she said breaking my thoughts. “Let me tell you a story of me, rainbow and this restaurant, which made me realized that there is a great power in thoughts.”, she said soothingly. ~~~~~ On a late Sunday noon, a family of four came into my restau...

Sell it baby  Sell it all Sell everything that world wants All u need is, trick to sell Dig the greed n ring the bell THAT'S SOLD Every moment desires grow U need this that n more Let ur emotions do the role And the products do rock n roll U may not have the thing that's asked No need to worry, work on jugaad Get it anywhere from moon or mars But Sell it baby, Sell it all.

As alarm goes on she snoozes it off who wakes up so early on a Sunday. Its the only day in the week when she sleeps and extends her ongoing dreams. With few minutes on, the mobile beeps reminding her again that it’s time to creep out of the bed and move life. She gives this thought a miss but before that she open her eyes a little, checks the time on the phone, moves her thumb in a pattern to see the notification since she slept. A b'day of a friend, few likes & comments. Still reposed on her messy bed, she takes a selfie of a half closed eye with a string of hair falling off with swag and puts it on a app with many hashtags. Disposing her thoughts again now she closes her eyes for a nap to begin. This time it goes for a stretched span before her phone starts to sirens loud in her half sleep she does realise this music plays when mom is on line. Bringing her out of bed and a call to attend she is thinking of her way to sound and act. But one thing is for sure that it’s just th...

With ray of light she open her eyes to fill her world with her care & love Even though when everyone is sleep weekend retire never sways her thought She does her chores with all the zeal no body sees her taking any rest She is always upright at her best She plans the whole day to spend some time with her busy husband and children grown From the crunchy breakfast to savoury lunch she makes all special dishes for them to relish But her Sundays have become void too all have clubs, friends and commitments prefixing mom & darling to the phrase I am going, will be back soon, they all leave for the Sunday to play As everyone goes out leaving her there lonely she just parts all the preparations she was doing And she laid back on her bed, lazily, tiredly creeping in to herself and dreaming of that, yet to come ‘Relaxed loving Sunday of her life.’

It was long after we had separated from each other, being in a blissful accord of marriage. I happen to come across a painting that was put up for sale in the café, where I use to come after my working hours. Coming here was a different feeling altogether, it felt as if I am away from the weird world which exist to not to exist. There was a certain kind of connection which I sensed whenever I am here, it was like someone might have awaken my soul from the crowd of soulless realm.  So I asked Abhijeet, the cashier how come this painting here and that too for sale. He told me it was of a customer who was a regular and had dues to be cleared off, for which the painting acts as surety. Out of my eccentricity, I asked for the price and what I was told was nothing compared to the beauty of the painting. Just twelve thousand and seven hundred, I cross checked but it was certain. By the time I had got my regular coffee which I took to the habituated corner table of mine, I felt so imm...

I don’t exactly remember how you look like, there is a blur imaginary memory of yours in my mind. More than the image of yours there is a feel of what you are and who you are? The way you held the hand, clutching of fingers in to the fingers, holding my arm when you walk around, the way you look up to me and see deep down in to my heart through my eyes. One thing I got it for sure, that its pure feel of the one you have, you may not see it, or touch it or hear it but you can always feel it. And that feel is so pure, so true to the thoughts of yours. It’s the soul that connects us nothing else. I have a way to believe all those things, it something that I have experienced over the period of time. This is one of those times when I feel short of words to express what it is all about exactly. People have given their own strange definitions to LOVE, but I’m still not sure whether it is love or not, or whatever it is. It is something that can only be cherished alone. One has to be completel...

Why I fall in love with every face I see ? Today while moving around in a marriage function, I had this strange emotional connect with almost every girl I saw there. It was as if, I have fallen in love with each one of them. There was not one particular girl who was special, all seemed to be more or less similar yet each girl had her own uniqueness. The girl in yellow suit had the prettiest eyes. The girl who crossed me near the mandap, who was wearing a black and golden chanya choli  had that waist to die for.  The curly hair girl in peach colored Anarkali suit, I would love to keep my fingers cuddling her hair locks. And lastly, the girl in blue lehnga, who was there at the kulfi stall, she had the brightest smile, so mesmerising. They all had something special in them, something unique that made me fall in love with all of them. None of them was perfect in all aspects but whatever they had, has surely made me go crazy for them. After coming back from the party, now i reali...

चारों ओर शोर सा है पर मैं ना जाने खामोश क्यों खुद से खफा नहीं हूँ पर यूं संतुष्ट भी नहीं नोटों से भरी इस दुनिया में इक पेड़ है जो छाँव और फल देता है मेरे जैसे पथिक का वो ही आसरा भी होता है पर जब तक नहीं मिलता वो इन नोटों वाले पेड़ों का ही गुज़रा है कब दिन ढल जाएगा कब रात बीतेगी, इस आस में के राहत मिल पाएगी बस चल रहा हूँ मैं उस झोंके के संग ले चले जहां वो मुझे मेरी डोर तो छूट गयी बस एक गांठ बाकी है अभी भी कुछ सांस बाकी है फिर पसरेगी खामोशी फिर पूस की रात आएगी जब जश्न ज़रूर मानेगा पर ग़म की घटा भी छाएगी निकलेंगे हम उस आँधी में फिर दीप ज्ञान का लेकर शोर होगा साँसो में और गरज उठेगी धड़कन लौ से दीपक की हम राख़ करेंगे नोटों को पेड़ों पे सिर्फ फल लगेंगे और छांव मे बीतेगा ये जीवन

FATE. Its a strangest thing in one's life. How much we deny it, how much we try to run away from it, it is something that keeps us reminding that "Hey! I am here". It is also said that our fate is written even before we are born. But it also said that our fate is in our hands, we can make it as we like. Our constant efforts and hardwork leads us to our fate. There is something that is rarely seen with fate and that is connection. Yes, the same connection that binds us as humans as relations as together. Our fates are also connected with each other. My fate will affect everyone around me. Every thing I do, is somewhere somehow will relate to someone somewhere, will make an impact on someone. While working and putting down constant efforts, another thing that comes before you is the Decision. Sometimes its not the whole hard work & effort thing by merely your decision/choice that leads you to your fate. Such a choice could be as simple as picking up a candy or as diffi...

O’ my mighty heart, why don’t u understand… she has left you long back & you are still waiting for the end…. Why can’t you accept the truth, that she has moved on…. times are changed now & you think she would still come…. Why you preserve those memories, which haunt you every moment…. makes you feel lonely and gives u pain again & again…. O’ my mighty heart leave her thought …. not for me but for those who wants u to be their part….

Time - it never stays for you or me, its always on. When I thought I can hold it, its already gone. Time - its going on on - n - on....goin on All round-the-clock, I kept thinking of you and the moments we spent, as if they'll never flew like the bad times, these good times too have gone, before I knew. Now i dont know what to do, Thats what I have to make Thats what my like will take all i need is to go on just move on - going on on - n - on....goin on Dont feed your past bcoz it will never last & if it wud have last then its not the past. No one can get u wat has gone no one can tell u wat will come its U who has to carry on bcoz life goes on - going on on - n - on....goin on And I have to Move On

 ABC by Wislawa Szymborska An old poem by Wislawa Szymborska, it still finds it relevance even today… ABC I’ll never find out now What A. thought of me. If B. ever forgave me in the end. Why C. pretended everything was fine. What part D. played in E.’s silence. What F. had been expecting, if anything. Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well. What H. had to hide. What I. wanted to add. If my being around meant anything to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.

O Teri !!! ye tera June & July... karne laga heart fir se fly... may be it too early for rains n romance... but jo bhi ho, it gives u a lifetime chance... leave ur past, just njoy ur present... He is a form of gift that God has sent... embrace the journey of love again... bcoz people loose, love always gain... sit on 'band stand', walk down the 'marine drive' till u reach 'nariman point' hold the hands n feel the breeze let it go in n ur make ur heart seize... bcoz in love rules dont imply... remember its June & July... n ur heart is gonna fly....

Vo jhooth bol ke tujse, baatein karna Sirf isliye kyunki, Dil chata h teri awaz sunna Unn batoon me saari kahaniya bunna Har baar ek naya chehra tujhe pesh krna jiske peeche chhup kr tujhse saari baat ho par jab bhi ye karoon to ek hi darr laga rahe kahin meri in baaton se tujhe naa koi aaghat ho jitna bhi main rokun khud ko utna hi tujhse judta jaaun har baar anjaane me vo kar baithu jisse tujhe main dard de jaaun... achha hota ke jhooth naa bolna padta mujhko sach se hi saare kaam ho jaate par ye mumkin naa tha kyunki naa tu mujhe samjh saki aur naa main tujhe jaan saka

If my dream had no sight of you, I would never close my eyes... I just had a space with no glace. Your hands on my face... Let me pamper you & caress you. Just two of us, me and you. It is not care, it is not affection it is not LOVE, as it has laws of attractions...

"The Princess" if i call u wud not be wrong... its just i wanna make my effort, not to regret ever in life long... i dont knw what wud be ur reaction, people say that its just an attraction... i dont need any yes or no as an answer bcoz will u marry me is not my question... just need to talk or have a walk only u n me & no one to stalk... nothing about future nor the past, present is something what i talk... Ur dreams, ur world is not too far lend me ur hand & i'll be at ur par... no one will know, whom u fear so ? let me be there again., where u rest on me n i vanish all ur pain.... its just i wanna make my effort, not to regret ever in life long...

The pain has not even got away, my eyes are wet even without rain... No way that I could take you out of me, You are still there even closer than that of me... Love never fades away what may the passage of time, as the sun just sets away but never looses its shine...

I don't need your care, no need of your cuddle, for my life you are just a hurdle... I know breaking all ties is sudden, but for me things have become a burden... Love just fades away with the passage of time, as at the day end fades the sun shine...