रोज रविबार की दोपहर को
कुछ वक़्त बिताता हूँ मेरे फूल पोधों के साथ
अछा लगता है 😊
कुछ बातें करता हूँ, हँसता गाता हूँ
कुछ रूठे हुए को मनाता हूँ
उनका रूठना भी जाहिर ही है
हफ्तेमें एक ही तो दिन दे पाता हूँ
कुछों में फूल आ गए हैं
पतों की खुश्बू से घर महेक ने लगी हैं
बड़े हो गएँ हैं सारे
अब तो भवरें भी आने लगे हैं
जवान जो हो गए हैं मेरे पौधें
खुबसूरत तो थे ही हमेशा से 😊
अछा लगता है
वक़्त बिताना अपनों के साथ
चार बातें करते हैं
दो बातें वो करते हैं, दो बातें हम 😊
It’s a question my girlfriend always asked me and the conversation went like this..
She: Tell me one thing ,why do you love me so much?
Me – I love the way you are. (The usual answer)
She: What do you mean?
She: How am I?
She: Define the way you see me as.
Me: You’re the one who loves me, understands me and cares for me.
She: Thank you. But u haven’t answered how do you see me as. Who am I?
Me: You’re beautiful.
She: I know that. What’s next?
Me: Well, you’re understanding, caring and so loving.
She: You still are not answering my question. OK Let me simply the question. What makes you love me, what do you feel?
Me: You’re the one who makes me want to be a better man.
Me: Your one kiss on my lip makes me sleep sound and content.
Me: Your smile brings a true smile automatically on my face.
Me: You choose to be completely yourself when you’re with me.
Me: You make me feel worthy enough, I deserve you. I feel I’m a good man.
I hope I answered you Gullu. 🙂
Barfiii.. I love this movie. Allegations of plagiarism doesn’t affect me at all. I love the movie irrespective. The movie is so beautiful & unique of its own kind, especially with the captures of the Great Charlie Chaplin.
Cant ignore to a fact that It’s a creation of someone whose mind reached to the complete understanding about LOVE. The entire movie is about Love, with no existence of reason & physical beauty. It’s a Love Story filled with innocent Love. It’s a tragic love story filled with Innocence & Love. It’s a story of Survival with Innocent Love.
The reason we must be grateful to Anurag Basu is coz He captured all of those Innocence of Love into a film.. BARFI. A Discreet & Independent Love beyond Reasons!
Barfi. Do watch this. It is the Real Bollywood.
I have been running from something, I have been running for something.. all the time. It never escaped me, I never went past it. It has been there in me ever since I learnt to think and it’s still there. But the only difference is now I know what it is. it is the Fear.. It’s this constant Fear I feel in me all the time. Fear of what, Fear for what I didn’t know. I didn’t even know it was ‘Fear’. It took a long time to figure out, there isn’t any particular thing i Fear about.. It’s almost everything.
Fear of Past, Fear for Future; Fear of Death, Fear for Life; Fear of Today, Fear for Tomorrow; Fear of Failure, Fear for Success; Fear of this, Fear for that.. In short it’s probably, Fear of Self and Fear for Self.
I don’t know how do i get rid of this Fear.. But i’ll figure this out too.
Year 2005-06, I was preparing for my MBA entrance exam & I had taken admission in IMS coaching centre, Bhubaneswar. The test comprised of 3 verticals – Quantitative ability, Data interpretation, Verbal ability and Logical reasoning. Being a Mathematics graduate and having keen interest in numbers, I did well in the first two verticals, but I was pathetic in Verbal ability, though not much in Logical reasoning. My primary education was in vernacular medium & my English, both written & spoken was basic level. My pronunciations sucked & my grammar was Subhanallah. English died in a corner every time I spoke. Ideally, in this situation, one would put more effort in weak areas; instead, I shied away from it…. till that one fine evening. I don’t remember the date & day, but I will never forget the evening that changed my life thereafter.
It was the 3rd session of a task which was given to us in “Spoken English & Vocabulary” . The task was to pick a topic & speak at least for 5 minutes. I managed to hide from the Teacher’s sight for 2 sessions but not in the 3rd session. It was a lady teacher with profound level of knowledge in English & literature. She caught me shying away – “Hey you. Yes you. I haven’t seen you speaking here. You’re next.” I had no choice. All I had was 5 minutes, to think of a topic & make a story out of it. I managed to frame the introductory part, where I thought I will build some story, but my fate had a different thing waiting for me.
Somehow I managed to stand in front of the class & I started with something like that – “It was a PUR family who lived in..
Teacher: Stop. What the hell is “PURR”? Spell it.
(I was clueless what went wrong)
Me: It’s ‘P-O-O-R’ ma’am
Teacher: You pronounced “Poor” as “PUR”? Seriously? It’s “poo r” not ‘purr’.. Say it aloud
(The entire class were laughing their ass off)
She made me pronounce it loudly for some 10-12 times & the class was still laughing. Of course it was embarrassing. I just stood still till I pronounced it right & then ended up laughing at myself.
Quite an embarrassing moment?!
The best thing it did to me is that – I don’t feel embarrassed in any such situations anymore.
The 2nd benefit : Some of the classmates who laughed at me, humiliated me, who kept making fun of me for this incident since forever.. Started helping me in my Vocab & written English whichever way they could. They were not masters in English too, but they were better than me. They shared whatever they knew. Their verbal English was not fluent too, but they were better off. They encouraged me to speak in English & corrected me when I made a mistake. Eventually we became friends & helped each other out. I helped them with Mathematics & they helped me with English & vice-verse.
“When I look back it seems to me that – They were not laughing just at me, they were laughing at themselves too. It’s just they found a companion to grow up with. I’m not in touch with most of them, but I’m sure all of them are doing well.”
Thereafter I learnt the ways to learn from people around. I don’t hesitate to ask help from friends & peers, even if it is just a simple “pronunciation” or any basic level stuff. They laugh if they find some of my questions/ pronunciations stupid & I laugh with them too. Though, I insist them on correcting me then & there, and they do help.
It was that embarrassing moment that has helped me shape my life the way it is today. I extend my gratitude to all of them who laughed at me that day. 🙂
Gulzar Gulzar Gulzar!!!
रात की सियाही कोई, आये तो मिटाये ना
आज ना मिटायी तो ये, कल भी लौट आयेगी
खाली हाथ शाम आयी है, खाली हाथ जायेगी
आज भी ना आया कोई, खाली लौट जायेगी
रात और दिन कितने खूबसूरत दो वक़्त हैं, और कितने खूबसूरत दो लफ्ज़। इन दो लफ़्ज़ों के बीच में, एक वक़फ़ा आता है, जिसे शाम का वक़्त कहते हैं। ये वो वक़्त है, जिसे न रात अपनाती है, न दिन अपने साथ लेकर जाता है। इस छोड़े हुए, या छूटे हुए लावारिस वक़्त से, शायर अक्सर कोई न कोई लम्हा चुन लेता है, और सी लेता है अपने शेरों में। लेकिन कोई-कोई शाम भी ऐसी बाँझ होती है, के कोई लम्हा देकर नहीं जाती।
~ गुलज़ार साहब
One might want to argue that our dialogue writers can pull of the deepest sentiments & emotions out of the audiences while portraying what the on-screen character needs to express. Though, a lot of times the use of metaphor seems to make you giggle or go an expressionless Mr.Bean look wanting you to turn to the person sitting next to you with a look that says ‘Ye kya hai?’
Here are some interesting one’s we thought we must highlight:
“Ab sailaab aayega Madan Chopra … sailaab aayega”
It seems that there is a high tide outside, with chances of floods. Dear Madan Chopra,gGhar mein raho vacation is a bad idea.
“Kitne Aadmi The?”
More than inquiry, this did sound like Gabbar doubting on Sambha’s academic qualifications.
Andaz Apna Apna
“Aankhein nikaal kar gotiyan khelunga”
Toh jo aapke paas gotiyan hai uska kya karoge?
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Book: Fountain Head
Author: Ayn Rand
“Then he lay without moving, straight and limp, like a man long past the stage of suffering, Roark stood at the window, looking at the wrenched room and at the boy on the bed. He wondered why he felt as if he were waiting. He was waiting for an explosion over their heads. It seemed senseless. Then he understood.
He thought, this is how men feel, trapped in a shell hole; this room is not an accident of poverty, it’s the footprint of a war, its the devastation torn by explosives more vicious than any stored in the arsenals of the world. A war….against?….. The enemy had no name and no face. But this boy was a comrade-in-arms, hurt in battle, and Roark stood over him, feeling a strange new thing, a desire to lift him in his arms and carry him to safety… Only the hell and the safety had no known designations….. he kept thinking of Kent Lansing, trying to remember something Kent Lansing has said.”
I love the way it’s been written and I find it so poetic. I finished reading the book 7 years back, but this particular piece of writing is still struck in my head and I like reading it over & over again.
Sampooran Singh Kalra is a name very popularly unknown to most of us. He is no one but the greatest poet we know by his pen name, Gulzar! There’s no doubt that his poetries are exceptionally magnificent & no words of appreciation could do justice to his brilliance. From ‘Bandini’ to ‘Dedh Ishqiya’, from “Mora Gora Ang lei le’ to ‘Dil ka Mizaaj Ishqiya’, five decades of generation grew up humming to his soul stirring poetries, and still continuing.
But the biggest challenge about Gulzar poetries is, you simply cannot pick your “Most Favourite” because the moment you mark one as your favourite, you find another one better. His writings are in fact another level of poetry of its unique kind & some of them lives in your head forever.
And yes I do have my own picks like everybody else do!
Here they are…
1. A poetry of flirting with your beloved & a song of Love
Song: Huzoor Iss Kadar
Huzoor iss kadar bhi na itarake chaliye
Khule aam aanchal na lehara ke chaliye
Koi manchala agar pakad lega aanchal
Jara sochiye aap kya kijiyega
Laga de agar, badh ke julfon me kaliyan
Toh kya apani julfe jhatak dijiyega
Bahot khoobsurat hai, har baat lekin
Agar dil bhi hota, toh kya baat hoti
Likhee jatee fir dastan-e-mohabbat
Yek afsane jaise mulakaat hoti
2. A recitation of a man’s undying spirit & his love for Life
Album: Koi Baat Chale
Song: Zindagi Kya hai
Aadmi bUlbula hai paani ka
Aur paani ki behati satah par
Toot ta bhi hai, doob ta bhi hai
Phir ubharta hai, Phir se behta hai
Na samandar nigal saka isko,
Na tawarikh tod payi hai..
Waqt ki mauz par sada behta
Aadmi bulbula hai paani ka
3. A yearning of love & peace beyond boundaries
Song: Ek Purana Masuam Lauta
Subah subah ek khwab ki dastak par darwaaja khola
Dekha sarhad ke uss paar se kuchh mehmaan aaye hain
Aankhon se maayus saare, chehre saare sune sunaaye
Paanv dhoye haath dhulaaye, aangan me aasan lagwaaye
Aur tandoor pe makki ke kuchh mote mote rot pakaaye
Potali mein mehmaan mere
Pichle saalon ki faslon ka gudh laaye the
Aankh khuli toh dekha ghar mein koyi nahi tha
Haath lagakar dekha toh tandoor abhi tak bujha nahi tha
Aur honton par mithe gudh ka jayaka ab tak chipak raha tha
Khwab tha shaayad khwab hi hoga
Sarhad par kal raat suna hai chali thi goli
Sarhad par kal raat suna hai kuchh khwabon ka khun hua hai
16th May of 2014; we witnessed a spectacular revolution in Indian Politics. We as well as the world will never forget this day. The golden words of glory is already been imprinted in the book of History. I need not say more.
A dream has come true after waiting for more than 15 years. But it’s not alone BJP’s victory; it’s the humiliating death of Congress I have always longed for. I hated Nehuru-Gandhi led Congress ever since I knew of Indian Politics and I wished them out of the house. And here we are, the wish lived & conquered.
As Paulo Coelho quoted “If you really desire something with your heart & soul, the entire universe conspires you achieving it”. Yes, it’s a no achievement of mine but BJP alone. But it’s a great satisfaction for my heart & soul; I LIVED EVERY SECOND OF THAT GLORIOUS DAY TO ITS FULLEST!! It’s The Stupendous Victory of my Hatredness. My deep desire of their death has finally paid off. My heart full thanks to the entire universe that joined the bandwagon of their death parade.
Oh wait there’s a twist in the Tale.
But am I as happy as I thought I would be? Did I celebrate it the way I thought I would? No, Not really. I don’t hate anyone anymore. The hatredness died that day after. I still believe their soul is completely contaminated with filth, But I can’t hate them anymore. I don’t pity them but I don’t hate them anymore either.
Hatredness is an ugly feeling. It haunts you every second of its existence. I would be lying if I say I liked the feeling. Though, somehow my soul is now free from that grimy feeling and I don’t think I can hate anyone ever. Hurrayy that’s a jackpot indeed. 😀
P.S. I Congratulate Mr. Narendra Modi for this astounding win!