जीवन नही मारा करता है ॥

शुप शुप अश्रु बहाने वालों , मोती व्यर्थ लुटाने वालों
कुछ सावन के बह जाने से जीवन नही मारा करता ।

खोता कुछ भी नही यहाँ पर, केवल जिलाद बदलती पोथी
जैसे रात उतर चंदिनी, पहने है सुबह धुप कि धोती।।

डूबे बिना नहाने वालों , जले बिना रोने वालों,
कुछ सावन के बह जाने से जीवन नही मारा करता है॥

माला बिखर गयी तू क्या है, खुद ही हाल हो गयी समायासा
अन्न्सून गर नीलम हुए तू , समझों पूरी हुई सम्यासा॥

लूट लिया माली ने उपवन , लूटी न लेकिन गंद फूल कि
कुछ आंगन के बह जाने से जीवन नही मारा करता है॥

टूट गया दिल का शीशा, टूटी न लेकिन मन कि राह,
कुछ अशिअनाओं के बूज जाने से , जीवन नही मारा करता है॥ ॥

One Day- Kahin Kisi Roz Hamri Dilli Mein- Part 1

Witness to the days- By a child.

I was barely 4 years old when one fine day i was sent back home from my school. I reached & throughout the day was playing in the playground right before my house- unperturbed by the tides of day. Like all times my mother came from work & shouting at me to come inside the house. It was around 4 pm.

It was around 6 pm, then 6:30 pm my father had not arrived home. Some neighboring uncles and aunties were saying something to my mother. She was in tears.
My mother & I hurriedly went near to pick up point for my father's bus but there was no sign, we then went to the market to buy for some vegetables.
There was a Sardarji uncle wailing & crying in RK Puram Sec 4/5 market asking people to drop him home in Munirka .Just within a few minutes some other Uncles came and took him away somewhere I don’t know. It was getting dark we had bought vegetables and were hurriedly going home, it was dark my father was still not home.
I saw tears in her eyes; she was standing in the balcony waiting for him like she never waited before. It was 31st October.

My father returned and I could see tears of happiness in my mother's eyes, I was still unaware and as usual crying to go out and play in the pitch dark.
All I knew was father was saved from the clutches of death & he reached home with great difficulty.
The Sardarji uncle whom his friends took away somewhere was burnt alive in the vegetable market of RK Puram; He never went back to Munirka where his wife & small children were waiting for him.
The block next to us where another Sardarji Uncle and his children lived were pulled out & burnt alive with tyres.
A Sardarji uncle going to his home in East Delhi could never make it to his children, everybody refused to take him even the DTC bus to one of the worst hit areas. Few Sardarji uncles & their sons were forced out of their homes in Palam Colony, their were put on fire by burning their hair & then dousing them with fire.
Some Sardarni Aunties were raped in front of their sons & husbands & fathers. Their homes were looted, their life was ruined like the ashes. One sardarji uncle was a truck driver he was driving the Oil tanker truck he were put on fire with his tank, his children also never saw him again. Many Gurdwaras were burnt with people live & doused with kerosene & burnt alive including children & women
This was the year 1984.

Father lifted his Padgi/Turban to cut his Kesh on 1st Novemeber 1984 around 10 am with tears & terror in his eyes for the night he witnessed & the future just waiting outside. Outside At 10 am the Gujjars were searching for the Sardars in RK Puram in the voters list in Ration Shop. Thankfully they crossed our house /block but never located us in the voter's lsit or at home. This was another fateful day of 1984.

Unforgettable Gift

The Gift

You have taken the east from me;
You have taken the west from me;
You have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
You have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;
You have taken my life, you took my soul from me;
And my fear is great that you have taken God from me!

SPEAK YOUR MIND- Series Two

Change of Season

I never felt so young before, there was so much life to see

behind each and every door.

From being an aimless, confused engineer & MBA, I have unknowingly developed to being a competitive and career-oriented woman.I never know how this gradual shift in my mind came into existence but nonetheless its for the better.

Despite the good fact of having a drive to reach to the top, I somewhere keep questioning myself- is this what i really want ? is this whom I really want to be ? will i live up to my families expectations ? Am I just running a race wherein I eventually have to go back to basic again??

I guess most of the women of my genre are somewhere entangled in this thought of how to balance a great professional & great perosnal life. Is balancing the two really possible, I am still finding that out.
Coming to the point of whether i am doing what i really want to do, I am or people like me are still finding that out. Often i remember my desire to be a singer one day or a cooking expert on a TV show.

On my recent visits to some lands, i figured out there is so much more than career in life, life is not work, but somewhere its important to appreciate variuos other aspects of life-cooking, playing with kids, singing, painting, appreciating beauty, psychic readings. Not that I am becoming domesticated but feel my need pattern is changing, a need to be content and not forever running an endless marathon to achieve the end result only without even appreciating the components which finally make the end - the final result.

So may be

I think I finally understand
There is so much more I can be
I keep looking back at someone else
ME

SPEAK YOUR MIND- Series One

This article is dedicated to all my pals who have some what become BLOCK #$%^ HEADED & HEARTED.

When I was young i always thought that money is a just a mean to meet our daily needs in life.As I grew up, i saw my parents working hard to make a good living, taking care of me and my brother and not forget their dream of making a big house and few cars.
In this entire process of working hard their desginationsand incomes both improved majorly but one thing they never seemed to look down upon any person due their income group or profession.Interesingly they visited certain foreign lands during the early eighties which i think was quite remarkable for a couple like them to visit considering the fact that both belonged to villages (till the time they moved to a city).
I am stil proud of the fact desipte being "then foreign returned" they were culturally the same and treated all as equal.
IS IT THEY WERE AND ARE STILL VALUING THE SIGNIFICANCE OF BEING AN UTTERLY FAIR HUMAN BEING WITHOUT BEING BLOCKED BY MONEY/SUCCESS?

On the contrary when i see many of my generation indiviuals there is a certain air about most of the people about themselves,we have practically forgottenwhat is to be down to earth. Most of these people travel to foreign lands, make decent money in the start of their career, investing in properties but seems it gets the better of them and nothing is enough.
Interesingly its not intentional it is just that air of success which makes them so in-genuine fake, repulsive and walking in some one else's shoes. I really wonder does money & success changes an indiviual so much as a human being in the core.In my course of interaction with so many people, i have hardly met a soul of my generation who is not flying in the air, money oriented, gluttony and other aspects which fall in the same league.I graduated some few years back, surprisingly most of the indiviuals changed phenomenally from being a good human being tosome wierd, repulsive, over the hill top kind of people.

IS IT ALL THE FREQUENT TRAVELS, HIGH MONEY INFLOW, INCREASING PARITY POWER LEADING TO SENSE OF SUPERIORITY/PRIDE AND INGENUINITY. How sad is that !!

Hmmmm.... A noble soul's saying- Sometimes we keep improving our social persona ( the mask) when our inner mind and soul reach a stage of labelled as rot.
" Block Headed " Answer-No wonder this is just the start of our journey and we have many more lessons to learn in life, maybe something will get us back to basics at some point in life. Atleast someday !

One Art

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) or is a disaster.


This poetry is by Elizabeth Bishop. Quite true, this is actually an art, and God just bestows some with this One Art of Losing everytime.

How to win

How to win

As you read you would fnd no co-relation between the article & the title, probably at the end of the article if you introspect you will reflect upon your own winning & losing times. The article is actually a xerox of what i realised, reflected and interestingly read at the same time.

The story is about a career oriented woman, who asks her husband for a divorce owing to the feeling of lack of senstivity,connection, boredoom, loss of faith and a few unexplained feelings.She said there was no way he could get her back but jokingly mentioned except one "

Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" The said he would answer the next day. Next morning the woman finds out the man has left with a piece of note which read-


" I will not pick the flower for you, not at all, just read on"

When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "

Then on the couple lived happily. ( Dunt know if the story is real for it for sure is not far from reality).

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win- not matter in whichever form...

Thus -
There are no unforgiveable sins
There are no unliveable moments
There are no unlovable souls
There are no unlockable doors

So How to win !!!!!