And this time I realised, that I have a Gem in the city of Pearls…
Well will call him Pearl Gem…
He is none other than my brother in law. Its been 22 months since I know him but somehow I failed to mention about him on my blog.
Now he is the second most influential person in my life. Let me describe few of his traits which I could observe in him in these months – he is calm, composed, and soft-spoken, practical, easy going in life, a very good writer and an actual charmer with an amazing sense of humour.
He is a true inspiration. My sister is lucky to have him as her life partner and I am lucky to have him as brother in the law
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Samay ...
Samay ke saath, aansu muskaan mein badal jaate hain to kahin muskaan aansu mein...
samay ke saath, paraye log apne ho jaate hain to kahin apne paraye ho jaate hain...
kahete hain ki samay kabhi rukta nahi, parantu humari zindagi mein aisi kai ghatnaaye hoti hain jab samay tham jaata hai...
kuch log kahete hain ki humein samay ke saath chalna chahiye lekin agar hum is beech kisi apne karibi ko kho dete hain to aisa chalna kis kaam ka...
"sahi samay ka bhi sahi waqt hota hai"
samay ke saath, paraye log apne ho jaate hain to kahin apne paraye ho jaate hain...
kahete hain ki samay kabhi rukta nahi, parantu humari zindagi mein aisi kai ghatnaaye hoti hain jab samay tham jaata hai...
kuch log kahete hain ki humein samay ke saath chalna chahiye lekin agar hum is beech kisi apne karibi ko kho dete hain to aisa chalna kis kaam ka...
"sahi samay ka bhi sahi waqt hota hai"
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Aman Ki Aasha
What are we talking about when we all are speaking and thinking about these terms… peace, love etc things are said about the two countries; well here I am talking about Hindustaan and Pakistan …
We are talking about Love across the border but what about inside the border and natives of this side of border… are we united or are we living in peace…???...
Hindus are fighting with different religion and Muslims are commenting and fighting with other… where the literacy is, where the democracy is, where is the secularism…???.. are these words just lost with the republic India…
The so called Senas isn’t an army but are cruel and weird people who jus want to spread their fake supremacy and want to rule the nation. All they can do is to threat people and bring the terror inside them and ya one more thing they are good at and that are breaking things. If we have some sport like breaking tables, chairs and glasses etc in the Olympics then undoubtedly we are the winners.
I don’t understand the need of such acts and retaliations… what one will gain out of it… well the literates will ignore, the survivors will gain hatred and government and such activist will gain publicity… that’s it… they talk, media listen and we watch… and what we watch, fortunately or unfortunately we have to believe in that.
Can’t there be one single person who can stand and show such activists the mirror… activists are the people who themselves don’t know what activity they gonna perform, is it good or bad… they are just followers and we India loves following blindly. We follow, we fall, and we get up and follow again. We can’t think of to be different because we just can’t… now we are habitual of the system.
I wrote a small poem long back, I guess this is the correct platform to write:
“People dying everywhere,
Children crying everywhere…
Everywhere there is harassment,
Still our government is not taking any measurements…
Our country was called as the bird of gold,
Now everywhere there is war of cold…
When will our country will be peaceful?
When every native of our country will will be helpful?
O’ father, stop these fights,
Its now heights…
When will I be the proud citizen of this country?
When I can say that I love my country?”
We are talking about Love across the border but what about inside the border and natives of this side of border… are we united or are we living in peace…???...
Hindus are fighting with different religion and Muslims are commenting and fighting with other… where the literacy is, where the democracy is, where is the secularism…???.. are these words just lost with the republic India…
The so called Senas isn’t an army but are cruel and weird people who jus want to spread their fake supremacy and want to rule the nation. All they can do is to threat people and bring the terror inside them and ya one more thing they are good at and that are breaking things. If we have some sport like breaking tables, chairs and glasses etc in the Olympics then undoubtedly we are the winners.
I don’t understand the need of such acts and retaliations… what one will gain out of it… well the literates will ignore, the survivors will gain hatred and government and such activist will gain publicity… that’s it… they talk, media listen and we watch… and what we watch, fortunately or unfortunately we have to believe in that.
Can’t there be one single person who can stand and show such activists the mirror… activists are the people who themselves don’t know what activity they gonna perform, is it good or bad… they are just followers and we India loves following blindly. We follow, we fall, and we get up and follow again. We can’t think of to be different because we just can’t… now we are habitual of the system.
I wrote a small poem long back, I guess this is the correct platform to write:
“People dying everywhere,
Children crying everywhere…
Everywhere there is harassment,
Still our government is not taking any measurements…
Our country was called as the bird of gold,
Now everywhere there is war of cold…
When will our country will be peaceful?
When every native of our country will will be helpful?
O’ father, stop these fights,
Its now heights…
When will I be the proud citizen of this country?
When I can say that I love my country?”
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Bachpan ke din chaar... naa aayenge baar baar....
bas ek bar wapas lautne ka mann karta hai,
aaj har wo din jeene ko mann karta hai…
woh chalte chalte unhi fisal jaana,
to kabhi apni hi bevkufi pe hasna…
woh baarish ki boondon ko pakadna,
garmiyon mein suraj ko doshi thaharana to usi suraj ko thand mein gale lagana…
apni galtiyon pe sir jhuka ke sharm se khade hona,
to wahi dusron ki galtiyon pe hasna…
choti choti baaton se palkon pe aansu aana,
to kabhi bina baat hi muskura dena…
ye hain bachpan ki kuch baatein,
jo ab simat ke bann gayi hai kuch yaadein …
bas ek bar wapas lautne ka man karta hai,
Aaj har wo din jeene ko man karta hai…
aaj har wo din jeene ko mann karta hai…
woh chalte chalte unhi fisal jaana,
to kabhi apni hi bevkufi pe hasna…
woh baarish ki boondon ko pakadna,
garmiyon mein suraj ko doshi thaharana to usi suraj ko thand mein gale lagana…
apni galtiyon pe sir jhuka ke sharm se khade hona,
to wahi dusron ki galtiyon pe hasna…
choti choti baaton se palkon pe aansu aana,
to kabhi bina baat hi muskura dena…
ye hain bachpan ki kuch baatein,
jo ab simat ke bann gayi hai kuch yaadein …
bas ek bar wapas lautne ka man karta hai,
Aaj har wo din jeene ko man karta hai…
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