Dhanteras' 09

15/10/09, Gurgaon

Once again its Dhanteras-first day of the five-day Diwali Festival,when precious metals are bought.It was exactly same day 07/11/2007 (dhanteras) when I gave successful interview for my first job.
Today, the day started very beautifully.There was a Diwali puja in our office and it was mandatory for all to come in traditional wear.So I put on my kurta pyjama and began to lock my room as I was leaving for home for Diwali celebrations.As soon I locked my room my land lady and land lord said that they were thinking that I will leave the next day and they were planning to give me Diwali sweets which they have not bought yet.I was little surprised to hear this.I said that I am leaving today because there is a holiday in my company the next day.On hearing this my land lord presented me some money so that I can buy sweets.He also pressed my shoulder as if showing care.I refused to accept as I was feeling shy.But he insisted to take and wished me and my family for Diwali .I accepeted the money with mix feelings of surprise and goodness.
I have been living in that room since May 20 ,2008.It looks long time in comparison to my colleagues who have changed 6-7 rooms in two year time.My land lord’s behaviour has always been very kind towards me.They helped me in every way-providing the ideal conditions for study.
Its quiet a rare thing to find such land lords in these modern cities where man has become a mechanical machine.
It was a heartening experience which I will remember for long time.

चाहत

बहुत चाहा कि उसे न चाहे,
पर उसकी याद है कि जाती नहीं।

तन्हाई में भी मुझे तन्हा छोड़ती नहीं,
दिल से दिमाग तक उसकी तरंग जाती नहीं।

दिल अब किसी को चाह कर भी नहीं चाहता,
क्यूंकि दिल उसको भूलना नहीं चाहता।

पर उसको पाना है शायद नामुमकिन,
जीना हो गया है मुश्किल उसके बिन।

वो खत्म न होने वाली ख़ुद से ख़ुद की बातें,
उसकी कमी को और बढाती है लम्बी रातें।

कितनी बार की ख़ुद से लडाई,
पर हर बार आंसुओ में ही तमन्ना बहाई।

उसकी आँखें देखूं तो दुनिया भूल जाता हूँ,
पर वो नहीं है मेरी सोच कर ही होश में आता हूँ।

क्यूँ किसी को दिल से मिटाना होता है मुश्किल,
कभी हमने नहीं सोचा था हालत होगी अपनी ऐसी,

नज़रो के सामने वो सदा तैरती रहती है,
उसके एहसास की खुशबू मेरे चारो और महकती रहती है।

सुना करते थे हम दीवानों की कहानियाँ,
मैं एक कहानी न बन जाओ......मुझे ऐसी इनायत बख्श मेरे खुदा।

ऐ खुदा मुझ पर रहम कर ,
मेरे ज़ख्मो का इलाज़ कर.

The little street girl.

02/08/2009,Gurgaon.

Please give me one rupee cries the little girl,
She has lost all her smile and hair curl.

She starts the day begging on the street,
It’s a hard ask on a little soul to make both ends meet.

She has no slippers in her feet,
Her innocent face shows she has faced a severe cheat.

Yes,she has been cheated by her parents,
Who have given her birth but no clothes,no food,no shelter but life full of shatters.

She hardly has anything to cover her frail body,
But yes she wears a look of poverty.

Poverty fails to hide her cuteness,
Her voice fully supports her innocence.

Her eyes possess a question,
A question which has no answer to mention.

She moves from book stall to food junction,
Though it is too sunny but she has no fear of skin complexion.

Destiny has made her so strong,
She looks at life just like a beautiful song.

Instead of writing alphabets on a slate,
Her tiny hands carry flowers and Goddess’s photo on a plate.

She struggles to hold the plate with one hand,
But manages superbly to beg with other hand.

From bus stand to temple she keeps on moving to and fro,
But no one is touched by her condition and sorrow.

She even don’t know the difference between joy and sorrow,
Because she has to do the same work today and tomorrow.

There is nothing new to her,
She has to beg to feed her.

After much wandering and the crunch,
She manages to have her lunch.

Her lunch often consists of temple’s offerings,
She has no choice but to accept with all her sufferings.

The day begins to end,
And the Sun begins to set.

She begins her hunt to have dinner.
People just stare at her as if she is a big sinner.

She have few biscuits and a cup of tea,
Which are a result of her constant plea.

To her Sun rising is time to hold a plate,
And Sun setting is time to find a place.

A place which is sometimes steps of temple,
Or the place where people gamble.

A place where she can sleep,
To lost in the dreams so deep.

Where she can forget herself,
And the world around her.

Night is the only time when she gets some rest.
This is the time when she sinks to the bottom of rest.

She gets up with the beautiful sound of birds chirping,
But this new morning only seems to her as a time to start begging.

Please give me one rupee cries the little girl,
She has lost all her smile and hair curl.

Hi to all readers

I made my blog on 07/07/2009 and straight away put one of my poems-Me & my lovely summers.
I hope any one who will read it will enjoy the comic side of being the victim of summers in north India.Yes, it is very true that no one like summer season as compared to rainy season.But if we take it in different mood summers are long lasting here and before getting drops of rain every one has to face this hot side of nature.In the mean time summer act as a companion day and night.You cannot think of any thing other than summer.
This experience (rather hot) compelled me to see summer season in different light.Just for a minute imagine summer as your beloved and everything seems to follow this romanticism.Summer as a lover make sure that every act of her seem to express love and hotness(tapish) towards you.And this sounds exactly same which every lover would love to do.I know this seems weird.But I see no harm in fantising summer as lover because it is going to change your attitude toward hot season.
Though I have shown rain in negative aspect but it is only one side of life.No one can deny the importance of rain especially in an agricultural country like India.But just to convey my thinking about whom we should love -the one who loves us( summer here) or the one we think are in love(rain here) .I think first one will always be best because after all she is accepting you with all your defects and scarcity.And at same time it is not demanding and selfish love.In the second case its only outer glamour which attracts and more over she (rain ) find it difficult to identify herself with me which is not a case with summer.
Any how we have to bear this summer season.Why not take it as a date? And remember she is sizzling and hot.
Comments welcomed.