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Sunday, 29 March 2015

Adhoora mera naam

kagaz ke ek kone par
adhoora likha hua mera naam
andekha kar yun palat diya tumne

jaise sagar ki gehrayi ko chu kar
guzarne wali koi benaam lehar ho
jo aati to sagar ke beech apna basera banana
par panah kaha pati hai…..

jaise kisi kavi ki aprakashit
sharmsar hui rachna
likhi to wo bhi gayi usi anubhavi kalam se
par zikr kaha pati hai….

Mano kisi chitrkaar ki bemel rango se saji
Koi adhoori si pari-kalpana
Jo puri hone ki umeedein lgati
Par upekshit he reh jati hai…

Saturday, 28 February 2015

I'll take care next time, mummy ji

The title is certainly not the line i would say to my mom. Definitely not. After all, moms are doting in spite of suffering all the calamities we create knowingly. Moms are just so different. But i fail to understand the immense change which comes along with words "in-law". Yes, the nasty creature, nightmare of almost every bride to be --- Mother-in-law. She claims herself to be a mother & at the same time make sure that you realize the difference of being in "sasural" with her every taunt she innocently hits at you. While, we the freshers in the game can only manage a week smile in response. I didn't  understand as to why girls detest their MIL till i face the trauma of being with her in the absence of my poor better half (poor soul, i pity him for being too much love in with both the ladies).

The whole incident, what do i feel about it, how do my MIL feel it is & the perspective of the extended family (yeah, they should come first when its between MIL & DIL) would require me to write a book with a new edition releasing in every 6 months. However, i bravely take the allegation on my head to point out some of the peculiar features you can expect out of a MIL. Here it goes :

1. She leaves nothing undone to share her accomplishments about how well she managed her big family, what not she has done to keep the bonding alive, how happily she gave up all her hobbies & pleasures to make a family & etc etc. Wouldn't these pearls of wisdom work better as a speech by Nirupa Roy had she received a Lifetime achievement award.  

2. The child-like harmlessness she has while smacking you hard with her razor-sharp comments leaves you weak in knees in a gathering. Knowingly or unknowingly, you could annoy her at any unearthly hour at the drop of a hat. 

3. Trust me, "Palla" is something as debatable and controversial as Delhi residents receiving free water, electricity & WiFi. I wonder if our esteemed composers ever thought of this before writing "tera Pallu sarka jaye re, pallu latke gori ka pallu latke....." when the first thing any MIL would want is not even an inch moving palla. I regret the interrupted views of our gasping husbands for the backless cholis.

4. How difficult it would be to keep aside the happy moments, jokes & laughter you both shared & just taking down the negatives the careless girl has. Grumbling at every care free moment she enjoyed assuming it be her "own home" is not an easy task. Well, you really did some home work, mummy ji.

5. Do you really have an idea of how to fulfill the double rounds of expectations while attempting to save your own identity. Firstly, of your caring son who would love to persistently try  to show he has got the best suitable girl for the family. Secondly, comes you with an attached string of your social circle (whose expectations is definitely yours). While, the girl tries to breath & unfailingly asks herself "Who am I ?" Believe me or not, but you are possibly making a future MIL one of your kind. Period.

Some significant part of the untold story which i went through fortunately at an early stage of my marriage where people mostly tries to be friendly & loving to each other. If ever ask what all does it take to be a good DIL, i will reply "Sanity". Yes, it leaves you frustrated cringing for a dose of compassion which will always be absent at the moment. Whatsoever be it, I wont give up on the fact that some relations need more of time & space to get going & I am certainly not a fairy with a magic wand. And i couldn't agree more to the fact that yes, it do take away the warmth of the new knot tied but lets see how long does it takes to fill the gap. 




Monday, 16 February 2015

cravings...

For the sake of last night

come to me again
with more of passion
love & affection
sparing nothing undone
with a stronger you
& a devoted me

For the sake of the quiet whispers

closer to my ears
say all that is untold
things even you cant hear
which let my heart go to you
my soul when gets high
a playful unending night on it rides

For the sake of the hot breaths

patting my cold shoulders
creeping down my spine
& electrifying the night
hands in hands held so tight
couldn't i even move slight
& our love shall blossom tonight

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Khudgarzo ka bazaar

Shehar ki tang galiyo se guzarte mein ne
jub ek naya sa bazaar dekha
bhara hua yun logo se mano koi khel tamasha ho
rangeen sa, apne hone par ithlata hua wo befikar laga
paas jane ko aatur kadam fir badhe usi ki raunak ko
dekhu to mein bhi ja ke to jis jagah sub he chal pade

roshni ki tez dhaar k beech
kuch chehre jaane pehchane se lage
roku jub tak kisi apne ko bheed mein ghum ho wo chale
rukne ki manahi jaise, sub chale hai apni dhun mein he
bawli si mein he dekh rhi hu un aate jate chehron ko
ye kaisa manjar hai jiska na koi or na chor hai
na koi kuch kahe yaha, na he koi kisi ki sunta hai
mol bhaav to yaha bhi hai dikhta
par na jane kon kharid-daar, kis cheez ka hai sauda
thokar se aage aa kar, dekha tumhe bhi mashroof wahin
hairani hui kuch aur kuch khushi mehsoos bhi ki
par ye kya, tum bhi andekha ansuna kar nikal gye
koshish karti tumhe pane ki chali ja rahi mein bhi

ab jub tum nazar ki seema ke paar ho
to thake kadam mera bojh utaye vapas chalne ko hai
tumse krne ki shikayato ki suchi ko rachte-rachte
laut chali mein apne ghar ko vapas usi raah
kautuhal to ab bhi tha ki ho kar kis gali aayi mein
bahar aakar jub dekha to "Khudgarzo ka Bazaar" wo tha



Friday, 9 January 2015

Muskurate he rehna...

jo na hote tum yun beparwah
to kaise lagta pata ki paas ho ke bhi doori ka ehsaas kya hota h
jo karti na tumhari aankhein muh fer ke humse guftagu
to ye judaai ka afsana fir kaise baya hota
jo ye waqt lata na humein aj is dorahe par
to ye pyaar ki di kasmo ka such kaise pata hota
jo ye kadam ab uth rahe hai tumse dur jane ko
inhe na roko ab kyun ki hamara zaruri h jana
jo ye pal hamare bina ki ho haseen tumhare
to fir kehna ki jane se bhi baharein gulzaar hoti h
jo humne kya hai khoya wo shayad tum kya samjhoge
to fir jub na he samjho to fir tasalli de Muskurate he rehna....

Sunday, 9 November 2014

Oh God !! tussi great ho

Its her second month. She is far beyond happiness, family is contented & full of pleasure. At last, their prayers are answered. Husband watch her with careful eyes comforting her on every move. Mother-In-Law shares her words of wisdom while she listen to every bit of it with thorough attention. Her two angles wonder about her being so special. When told, they are full of joy. The feel of being responsible & elderly thrills them. It's nothing less than a festival at their house. She looks at all the faces, smiles contentedly & close her eyes for a wish she longed for.

As active as a bee she stays for the next 3 months. She stick to her routine keeping a hold on every thing. Well, "Lady of the house" have its own list of obligations. Making everything as perfect as he could, she & her husband leave for the ritual. This is the only change she has accommodated & followed without fail. No matter how severe morning sickness be, how unpleasant it may get to walk down 2 levels of staircase, nausea prompted by the debris Mamta collected - she is immune to all when to comes to god. He has grant her half of wish and now she wont leave anything undone to make him grant the remaining. Going to the temple & lighting a diya is something to be followed as strictly as god's own words & she follows this as her guiding light. After all, God is patron of last resort and her case is of utmost urgency. Its just few months left. She stills feel guilt of not following it from the day her husband laid her on bed to quench her desire. It would have been better to go from that very day, she mumble. I ll double the count of chants anyway, she decides. 

The two innocent angels admire her dedication. Burdened with the forced elderly charm, they look around for something to be offered by them. Keen on getting the family wish granted, they do the least expected. Giving up their favorite snack - Gol Gappa. Yes, they wont be relishing it until God answers their prayer. 

While my mother narrates all this to me, i carelessly asks - What if a girl arrives ? Do God have time to make a deal with chromosome or else if the power of lighting a diya is as much as changing the gender of conceived baby, why don't defense minster pray for a "Sudarshan Chakra" at Border. God is the most, truly the most we try to fool. And now, i seriously waited for the result. So that i do a better try next. So, here i declared a silent war against the dedicated prayers keeping the sanity & IQ of God at stake. You better lose this time, i mumbled. Though, to be honest i never believe him to be my side. He always doze off when it comes to my wishes. Acting the most devoted bhakt & trying it the first & last time, i took on to say a silent prayer everyday. 

Few days back when i was munching on gujiyas & mathris unaware of the contractions happening in my neighborhood (i pity my social skills), mamma come to me to inform "You have won beta" "lakshmi aayi hai. Poor Lady, she did every pooja with conviction & belief. Its rightly said that we shouldn't fight to get what is not in our destiny." She leave to get more updates & console the angles who couldn't stop crying while i wink at God. Thumbs up man, you truly stands by your name. Now please grant me a thing i ask for - At least provide them with the wisdom to bring up this child with care & love. Let her not suffer the curse of being an unwanted child. And, there i go to get some more mathris in my bowl. Though i feel bad for dwindling sale of nukkad wale gol gappe wala 😋





















Thursday, 16 October 2014

Turmoil

My days are no longer small
nights provide no comfort call
Each moment crawls by
making heart heavier
every word uttered seems to come
from a hollow me

Who to look up to

When you are wrapped up with
probably something of substance
calling me a burden too hefty
to carry on a peaceful night
in search of a thing so divine
stopping you from looking behind

Whom should i complain to

of the cold shoulder
i shudder to accept
a vacuum thus formed
swallowing all the balm
stranger glance, i fail to get
hundreds of instincts unanswered yet

How to get over

a thing so unlooked for
when I wish for an unending adore
it hurts to be all alone
when least consideration is shown
though i quarrel with me much more
to brave & last it, saving what is yours