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.

Grand Parents

‘Grandparents are sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of children’

The name itself suggest that they are grand than parents. They’re grand in their cute and majestic appearance, grand in their attitude, and very grand in their love and affection.

Grandparents are such a solace to the children, who are gifted to them as the most loving members in the house. They are the only one who teaches us Humaneness which we would have missed in their absence. They are the first best friends in each and every kid’s life. They play with kids, listen to their all day long stories, make them sleep and look after them in the best possible manner. They're the part and witness of your naughtiness and savior from your parents when you do something which you aren't supposed to do. They guard you each and every time.



My story is much similar to this. I was in pre-primary when my both the grandparents were alive. There are many memories of them which I still carry and will carry till the end. The people who used to see me off when I used to go to school and the same people used to wait for me at the time of my arrival from the school. My grandma was the woman with immense patience I’ve ever seen till now or rather I won’t see ever now. I used to remember each and every name of my classmates and so I used to take attendance of my class and innocently she used to reply with every roll call made. The patience level can be seen with my bad eating habits. I used to consume a single chapatti in 1 Hour 30 Minutes. After every bite I used to go for my cycle round and then again come back for next bite. My Mumma gave up on me but she didn’t.

My Grandpa, who was supposed to be very strict and all the synonyms possible as mentioned by my dad and elders is so much lenient with me that it’s just unimaginable. I used to sleep on his bed (which was like a dream for my dad and his brothers), used to clean my hands and face with his towel after eating Non-Veg food, but he never complained.

And I came up with this topic, which is the important part of our lives. I see these Old Best Friends each morning when they are standing at the Bus Stops of their grandchildren’s school bus. They carry their bag and a bottle of water in one hand and on the other side the kid is holding their finger and the children are busy with their respective stories which they listen to with full keen and interest. And at the time of their arrival, they do wait for them and their bus, standing under the sun with the smile on their face and ready to involve themselves in their stories again.

And above all and everything, it’s their blessings whatever we’re today and whatever we will be tomorrow.

Nayi Kahani ...

Jab tu ruth ke bethe mujhse, har pal saza lagti hai…
Awaaz teri main na sunu to, apne jeene pe shak hota hai…

Hoti hai tu pal bhar ke liye dur, to duniya adhuri si lagti hai…
Paas aate hi tere, har cheez apni si lagti hai…

Khoya rahata hun main tere khwaabon mein, teri baaton mein...
Intezaar karta hun ki kab dekhunga main khud ko teri nigaahon mein…

Tera intezaar hi hai jo humse hota nahi,
Tera pyaar hi hai jo mujhe tere paas kheech laata hai…

DAD

A man who is always with you in your thoughts, in your actions, in your mind, in your peace, in your comfort...

He might be not present physically, but mentally he is always there...
The dream of his which you're living...
The wishes of him which you're boasting about
His hope ... which you are.

His eyes are looking at you when you're doing something wrong,
His words are in your mind whenever you require any guidance...

He is food, cloth and shelter,
He is like an open sky of a small bird...

He is the dream of a every child,
If he is there, then all the toys in the market seems ours...

He is the one who holds your finger life long,
sometimes he is sour, sweet and for you that's a song...

Zindagi Kaisi Hai Paheli ...

Zindagi kabhi kabhi aise mod pe laake khada kar deti hai,
jiski humne kabhi kalpna bhi nahi ki hoti hai ...

Pal bhar ke liye mili khushi ko is tarah dur kar deti hai,
jiska gum zindagi bhar rahata hai ...

Kabhi kabhi mamuli si galti bhi,
zindagi bhar ke liye saza bann jaati hai ...

Insaan baavla bana ghumta rahata hai,
phir bhi woh khud ko dhundh na paata hai ...

This I wrote in context of the below link, it actually brought tears in my eyes for a moment ...

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/Mom-tries-to-save-bowl-drops-kid-9-floors/articleshow/9366337.cms

Recent Poem

ye ruh hai ek saath, ye dhadkan, ye saanse hain ek saath,
meelon ne dur kiya to kya, har pal hum hain ek saath ...

mera swarg hai teri baahon mein,
khoya rahata hun main in nigaahon mein...

Lines I wrote few months back

Woh manzil hi kya, jiski raah mein tumhaara hosla na ho,
Woh pal hi kya jismein tumhaara khyaal na ho...
Kisi manzil ko haasil karne mein kya maza, jismein tumhaara saath na ho,
Woh saanso ka kya lena, jinmein tum na ho...

tere kaare naino mein doob jaane ko mann karta hai,
tu mere saath nahi hai is khyaal mein main sulagta rahata hun...
bethi hai aur taakhti hai mujhe tu is tarah,
ki ye pal hazaaron baar jeene ko mann karta hai

main yahan bethe tere shabdon ka besabri se intezaar karta rahata hun...
tu wahan bethe shabdon ko bunne mein waqt laga deti hai...

Facebook, Kitaab Insaan ki

Facebook na hota, to insaan ek dusre ke bina rota…

Ye karata hai mail apno se, kabhi kabhi milwata hai sapno se…

Saalon puraane dosto se milwaya isne, 5 saal pahele ye jaana tha kisne…

Apno ko bada hote darshaya isne, to kabhi apno ki soch batlaya isne…

Dusron ki pasand ko apni pasand banwaata ye, apni pasand ko dusron tak pahuanchata ye…

Duniya ko ek banaya, apno ko saath laaya…

doston ka janamdin kabhi yaad na rahata, agar Facebook na hota…

facebook na hota, to insaan bohat kuch khota …

Kuch Panktiyaan Kisi Apne Ke Liye

Meri Zindagi mein tumhaari mojudgi hi sab kuch hai ...

Tumhaare hothon pe rakhi ye hasi hi mere liye sab kuch hai ...

Meri baahon mein tumhaara simatna hi sab kuch hai ...

Tumhaari palkon pe thame aansu hi bohat kuch hain ...

Aur in sabse badkar hai tumhaara pyaar, tumhaara ehsaas ...
Iske siwa meri zindagi mein kuch nahi hai ...

Meet To and Fro = Metro

"First of all, let me congratulate myself on my 100th blog. Will like to thank my parents for giving me birth, my sister and jijaji for giving me strength to write, my friend Saharsha and Megha, Amrita Bhabhi n Appu Da for giving me inspiration and all my close ones and ya also the people who are not at all important in my life anymore but gave me strength to write."

Lakhs on the road, lakhs in the metro and lakhs on their feet. This is National Capital Region.

Delhi Metro, the experience is different, new and weird more than what you had in your last travel. And when you travel in it with your eyes open you get to see or rather in my terminology you get to observe so many things, acts and situations. It’s like diversity of the people.

The most common characteristic of the people who all are travelling by it is Hurry. They run, jog, do brisk walk and what not. Many are friends at the platform and once the metro train is there they turn into foe in a blink. They’re ready to kill each other for that particular 07:21AM metro; they just can’t wait for the 07:23AM metro.

And when I talk about observation, well it’s a treat for me. I get to see so many people, so many expressions, impressions at the same point of time. Let me start sharing my observations with a man who just got into the metro from the station, first impression he will give as if he is the most confused person surviving on this planet, then he will look towards his left, then right, again left, again right for the seats; and if he found one then trust me he is the happiest man alive on this entire earth, a true achiever; and if he fails to find one, with all disinterest in travelling, feeling of failure and some nice adjectives in his head, he will hold the rod or the grip above his head and continue his journey. Secondly, there are people who have to travel for long, they find the corner seat (one of the 2 seats), put their earplugs and close their eyes as if they’re into some meditation class or something. Thirdly, the couple, the lovers, in short, a boy and a girl who don’t find a safest, cheapest and no disturbing zone in the country to hang around. They make themselves very comfortable as if the metro rail is of their dad’s property, hand in hand, the naughty smiles and checking out people as they don’t have any work to do except noticing them. “Please stand away from the door”, “darwaze se hatkar khade hon”, can’t we introduce some other easy language for the people who don’t understand such difficult and hard words. Forth kind of people are such kind who does opposite whatever announcements are being made. They have to listen to the music loudly in their so call China cell phones, they have to eat everything and drink on the board, they do have to rest their bums on the floor and they need to recline all their body on the doors.

When we talk of the crowd, I guess in our country its same everywhere, in bunch and free with the bunch too. If you haven’t seen waves in your life, then you should visit any of the busy metro stations, the wave of people gets in and vice versa.

In the end, I’ll just like to mention that, here we can stand with the strangers for hours, we even talk to them and discuss about the increasing crowd where they’re unaware of the fact that they are also part of that same crowd.

Hail My Country!!