Ummedo Waali Dhoop

Recently, I have started loving this track. But really want to add something to it, so my additions are in (italics) ...

Ummeedon waali dhoop,

Jo bikharti hai aur sanvaarti hai kai logon ke roop …

Sunshine waali aasha,

Ye na jaane koi basha…

Rone ki wajah hai kam, Hasne ke bahaane zyada,

Aansu ko hasi mein badle, kare har koi yeh vaada …

Zidd hai muskuraayenge ,Khush rehne ka hai waada,

Muskuraane ki zidd se hi hai har pal ka faayeda …

Tum dil se agar puchoge, Woh khush rehna hi chahe,

Aur har choti si choti khushi ko hum zor zor se gaayein ...

Jab sachche mann se maango, Toh khul jaati hai raahein,

Jab khul jaati hain raahein, uska swagat karo khole baahein …

Toh khul ke khushi lutao, Ye kya aadha-aadha,

Yehi hai zindagi jeene ka tarika, seedha-saadha…

Umeedon wali dhoop, Sunshine Wali asha … …

Republic 'If' India

This is my country, where magic is there in every mountain, mystery in the dust, where the trust is in stones, where the day starts with an Aarti and ends in the dreams. Dreams which are indefinite, which are filled with hope. It is the country where the history has been made and now it has become a history. The land where the people of every religion, region, caste etc rub their shoulders with each other. Seemingly simple, but deep within India is a confounding thing.

Here the people have empty pockets but a heart as deep as the sea. Outsiders who discover its heartbeat fall in love with this soil, each ocean and person drown to know its depth.

Happy Republic Day to the nation with the longest written constitution of any sovereign country in the world. The Constitution declares India to be a sovereign, socialist, secular, democratic republic, assuring its citizens of justice, equality, and liberty, and endeavors to promote fraternity among them.

JAI HIND

Winter Enters

The toughest decision of life these days is right in the morning and i.e. to get up from the blanket or keep ourselves cozy. The feeling is like, “aren’t we born yet or are we alive”

The season I believe is the synonym of untouchables. You don’t feel like to touch anything. The face hates hand; both the hands hate each other especially the finger tips. Nose starves to get the warmth from the palms but sometimes palms are also inefficient. The legs & ears are like separated from the body when they get chill. Stepping on the floor barefoot is the biggest sin one can commit in winters.

The season though is one of my favorite. I get to inhale filter fresh air and the cool breeze in my hair is so damn refreshing. The warm hug to the sun is as loving as much we hate to even look at it in summers. The dew drops on the leaves make it nature’s crystal. The beauty is indefinite.

The dew drops on the face,

The cool breeze’s embrace …

The fresh air from your nostrils to your head,

The cursing moment when you get up from bed …

Winter Sun is entering,

The dew on leaves shining …

Your mind, body and soul find peace,

The negative in you gets cease …

Rickshaw – Ride On

After so many days when I sat on the rickshaw, the experience was different and unique. The journey was of 15 minutes from Jangpura Metro Station to Hazrat Nizamuddin Station.

While on the ride, I was experiencing each and every jerk which was coming from thankfully road. I am happy that each cell of my body met one another during this course. With the melody of the bell of my rickshaw there were others who were just making a soothing Jugalbandi. And even the Ferrari makers will get ashamed of their manufactured product when you see the speed in which these three tired conic structure things run in small areas.

With the jerks, there was also the facility of the foot massage which I was getting from ‘chain’ which was right under my foot. There was just a layer of thin metal sheet for the disturbance in the massage. While you cross the other rickshaws which were coming from the opposite direction, the people in it stare in a way as if they are only allowed to travel on this ‘thing’. And if you’re lucky you get to see some pretty faces as well. ;)

Nizamuddin Station should change its name from Gazabuddin, because the kind of environment is here is really awful. I believe, even Indian villages are far more better than this ajab gazab place. I don’t understand why a bunch of people come for picnic on the station? What pleasure they get in sitting on the platform and taking their meals. And above all, our very own railway tracks. I was literally searching where the track is; it was full of waste materials. And I don’t understand why the hell people gets attracted after seeing these tracks and gets so eager to take out the waste from their body. Male, Female, Old, Child and even Dogs are happily passing out.

God himself now can't change us and our habits.

This blog is after really long as I am struggling with so call Masters in Business Administration, but now I hope will keep adding my thoughts on the regular basis.

One more thing, will like to thank Saumya for recommending my name for the “Most Versatile Blogger”. It will certainly boost my morale to write more.

Keep Blogging…
Cheers.