"Sonu, aaj tum kahin bahar nahi jaoge"
"Mummy, lekin 4 baj gaye hain aur sabhi dost mera wait kar rahe honge"
"Nahi tum aaj cricket nahi kheloge,Monu ko ghar bula lo aur carrom khelo"
"Mummy,par aaj mera match hai!!"
"Beta,maine kaha na..aaj badal jodon se garaj raha hai aur baarish aane waali hai..
Bheengoge to bimaar ho jaoge"
Mummy comes close to me..moves her fingers in my hair and says "Mera achcha beta meri baat maan lo"
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I have just returned from office.Completely drenched.Entering the flat i found that there is no electricity.I light the candle and lay down on the bed.Its 9pm and am in no hurry to go to sleep as tommorrow is Saturday,so no office.I had my dinner a bit early today while returning from office.just for timepass i start sending messages to my friends.But suddenly the cell start showing BatteryLow warnigns so i had to stop messaging.Am getting bored,so i start my bike to get a cup of tea.
Some 3.5 kms from my Flat, there is one multiplex.In front of it there is one shop which is open till 4 am in the morning.
"Aslam bhai,ek cup chai milegi?"
"Jaroor"
This is the place which makes me nostalgic everytime i come over here.I used to come here at 3am during our 3rd semester when we spent sleeplees nights during exams.Apart from these there are many sweet memories attached to this shop..
But now I come to this place only in the late night or whenever i am alone..
Suddenly my phone rings..
"Kahan ho tum abhi?"
"Main abhi bahar hoon"
"Office se ghar nahi laute?"
"Nahi office se bahut pehle aa gaya tha,abhi chai peene nikala hoon"
"Itni aawaz kaisi aa rahi hai?"
"Baarish ho rahi hai aur badal bhi garaz rahe hain"
"Kitni baar samjhaya hai ki baarish mein ghar pe raha karo,Tumhe kutch samajh mein nahi aata hai"
"Arre Mummy,itna tension mat lo main thik hoon..bas abhi ghar jaa raha hoon"
"Haan jaldi ghar jao,Bike dheere-dheere chalana..Ghar jaa kar sar mein tel maalish kar lena.Warna shardi-jukaam ho jayega..Ghar ki khidkiyan band karke sona,Baarish ki hawa se tumhe fever ho jaata hai..Ho sake to doodh le lena..Doodh mein haldi daal kar pee lena..achcha rehta hai......"
"Are mummy,thik hai na tum kitna samjhati rehti ho"
"Haan ab to tu bada ho gaya hai,mere samjhane se koi fayda to hona nahi hai........"
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I return back home and open the window of my room.Its still raining outside.Raindrops are beating feverishly.I remember the words of Mummy but i dont know why but allowing the rain to run through my body gives me immense sensation.Rain is hitting on the railings of my balcony but i ignore her only to find that she gets angry.Playing with the rain makes me happy for the moment but i know its not long-lasting.
I remember one of the lines written by Gulzaar saab:
"Der tak baithe hue,Hum donone baarish dekhi,
Woh dikhati thi mujhe,taaron pe chalti hui boondein"
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Loneliness (I)
The other night,I was sitting on the bench in my Garden.I looked towards the sky..For the last few days,the sky was full of dark clouds.Stars were covered under them.
But there was one star, twinkling alone.
Few days back,he was not alone.He was surrounded by the friends who used to be awake all the night to play with him.But today all of them have gone into hibernation and left him alone to fight with the mighty black demon who every now and then tried to engulf him.But he fought,to make his own identity...
During our childhood,whenever we used to see a single star in the sky, we used to count five Flower names.I don't know from where this superstition came but it was believed that a single star in the sky was a sign of bad omen.If you happened to see it,it would make you lonely too..
Whatever the reason behind this superstition might be, but this is the bitter Truth of this World.The same star,when it is twinkling amongst the others wont be considered as a bad omen.
The game continues between the clouds and the star.The frustration of clouds can easily be heard whenever it looses and the escaping victory of the star is visible in its light.As the night got cold, I rose stiffly to my feet and walked back to my room leaving that star to play hide and seek with the dark clouds and just a hope that someday i would see it again, playing happily with his friend without any fear-The fear to loose its identity, the fear to be mortal..
But there was one star, twinkling alone.
Few days back,he was not alone.He was surrounded by the friends who used to be awake all the night to play with him.But today all of them have gone into hibernation and left him alone to fight with the mighty black demon who every now and then tried to engulf him.But he fought,to make his own identity...
During our childhood,whenever we used to see a single star in the sky, we used to count five Flower names.I don't know from where this superstition came but it was believed that a single star in the sky was a sign of bad omen.If you happened to see it,it would make you lonely too..
Whatever the reason behind this superstition might be, but this is the bitter Truth of this World.The same star,when it is twinkling amongst the others wont be considered as a bad omen.
The game continues between the clouds and the star.The frustration of clouds can easily be heard whenever it looses and the escaping victory of the star is visible in its light.As the night got cold, I rose stiffly to my feet and walked back to my room leaving that star to play hide and seek with the dark clouds and just a hope that someday i would see it again, playing happily with his friend without any fear-The fear to loose its identity, the fear to be mortal..
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Hyacinth
Again the same rainy season.Birds are singing the song of love for their beloved.Flowers are blushing to show their beauty.New green leaves will come on the tree which has been the victim to shed their leaves.They are getting a new life...
In the corner of my house there is one Hyacinth plant.The red flowers on it looks so beautiful to attract anyone.About Hyacinth,prophet Mohammed is reported to have said "If i had but two loaves of bread, i would sell one and buy Hyacinths, for they would feed my soul".
But since my childhood mummy used to forbade me from going near the hyacinth.Biologically hyacinth is considered to be a toxic plant.I guess this is its similarity to alkaloid compounds that it doesn't care about this world and keeps grooving in the toxic smell inside.
The clouds are getting darker and the hyacinth looks even more beautiful today.It tries to catch the first drop of rain coming down.The droplet also shrunken itself as soon as it fell on the leaves and its happiness,after meeting her beloved,is like the blush of the dawn.They look like the perfect couple.The droplet sitting on the green leaves under the red shadow of the hyacinth flowers.Hyacinth is happy to see his beloved intoxicated in his love.But hyacinth never had the idea that the pompous wind also terms him as untouchable.It blows with full vigor and makes the droplet fell out of hyacinth lap.
Hyacinth unsuccessfully tries hard to catch her but she fells down and spreads out to get into the dust.But before she fells down,she kisses the hyacinth to bid him farewell.
For some this rain may have brought happiness and have given a new life.
For others i can just say a few lines:
"Peechli baarish mein tum bheeg rahi thi jin boondon mein,
unhe humne bhi mehsoos kiya tha...
Wo apne the,tumhe choo kar mere hone ka ehsaas dilate the...
.............................................................
Ab to wo bhi begaane ho gaye hain..."
Sweet memories get lost in time,like tears in rain
In the corner of my house there is one Hyacinth plant.The red flowers on it looks so beautiful to attract anyone.About Hyacinth,prophet Mohammed is reported to have said "If i had but two loaves of bread, i would sell one and buy Hyacinths, for they would feed my soul".
But since my childhood mummy used to forbade me from going near the hyacinth.Biologically hyacinth is considered to be a toxic plant.I guess this is its similarity to alkaloid compounds that it doesn't care about this world and keeps grooving in the toxic smell inside.
The clouds are getting darker and the hyacinth looks even more beautiful today.It tries to catch the first drop of rain coming down.The droplet also shrunken itself as soon as it fell on the leaves and its happiness,after meeting her beloved,is like the blush of the dawn.They look like the perfect couple.The droplet sitting on the green leaves under the red shadow of the hyacinth flowers.Hyacinth is happy to see his beloved intoxicated in his love.But hyacinth never had the idea that the pompous wind also terms him as untouchable.It blows with full vigor and makes the droplet fell out of hyacinth lap.
Hyacinth unsuccessfully tries hard to catch her but she fells down and spreads out to get into the dust.But before she fells down,she kisses the hyacinth to bid him farewell.
For some this rain may have brought happiness and have given a new life.
For others i can just say a few lines:
"Peechli baarish mein tum bheeg rahi thi jin boondon mein,
unhe humne bhi mehsoos kiya tha...
Wo apne the,tumhe choo kar mere hone ka ehsaas dilate the...
.............................................................
Ab to wo bhi begaane ho gaye hain..."
Sweet memories get lost in time,like tears in rain
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