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Aksar dil mera mujhse sawal poochta hai

Mutmayeen hone ko tu kya dhoondta hai

Peshaani par ye silwatein yuhi ubhar aati hai

Ya khaanabadosh zindagi ka tu asraar dhoondta hai

Aasaan nahi chalna yahan sard raahon par zindagi ki

Be-takalluf ye dil mera har baar bolta hai

Kuch khwaahisho ka aasma hum saath le chale hai

Umeedo se bhara saara jahaa bolta hai

Aksar dil mera mujhse sawal poochta hai

Mutmayeen hone ko tu kya dhoondta hai

Dil ki khamoshiya aankho mai bhar aati hai

Ya kuch adhure gumshuda jazbaat dhoondta hai

 Aasaan nahi yahan rasmo – riwayat mohabbat ki

Guzarta har lamba baar baar bolta hai

Kuch kafir hasratein hoton par ja baithi hai

Umeedo se bhara saara jahaa bolta hai

Aksar dil mera mujhse sawal poochta hai

Mutmayeen hone ko tu kya dhoondta hai

  Tanhai se joojhti majbooriya jo kaii hai

Yaadon mai simti muskurahat dhoondta hai

          Dhund ko odhkar jo vadiya jhaankti hai

Unhi saaye mai naya basera dhoondta hai

Fakat ab zindagi ek juda tishnagi hai

Umeedo se bhara saara jahaa bolta hai

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It’s always wonderful to get to know women, with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh, you’re seeing the most beautiful thing on God’s Earth.

– Keanu Reeves

The simple act of paying attention can take you a long way.
The simple act of paying attention can take you a long way.

A BOMBAY FABLE

Since the past 15 minutes I was looking for a taxi, profusely with no success. And the weather seemed to be guiding towards a thundershower. I reckon this city has two seasons here: rainy season and non-rainy season. Yes, this is Bombay (Mumbai being its new chant, but I have always liked its primitive name Bombay) city of dreams to some and financial capital to others. It was my second jaunt to this city, and apart from its humid climate and octane traffic, this city is mesmerizing. Bombay amazes me in various facets, right from the morning jogs to the late night toddle of marine drive, the humongous buildings to the petite roadside tea stalls, from architecture to night life, from most billionaires in my country to the largest slum; this city has accommodated all. There is something this city has to offer than the others. I don’t wonder why it is hugely populated.

Anyways, I eventually succeed in the 16th minute and finally made a move. I was to reach ‘Worli’ from ‘Santa Cruz’ to meet an old friend over a movie, a friend I would be meeting after a long time. I picked up a couple of caramel chocolates for her, partially for the sake of her love towards them and partially for running behind schedule. She had always been nagging over my careless and laid back attitude, and that array of mine hasn’t changed yet.

Well, it started drizzling and the roads were getting damp as I witnessed from the panes of the cab, the city looked beautiful in rain. Suddenly my comb was hurled by a red light, and as it happens so often in Bombay I too got stuck in traffic. For a moment I thought I should have bought a couple of chocolates more. I dropped the window panes to get a view of the scenario, when a Volkswagen arrived beside my medium. I noticed a brown haired pretty young girl, with bright jovial eyes sitting in the back seat of it. She seemed happy and cheerful may be due to rain and what can get more beautiful than a happy girl, yes she was beautiful.  She was holding a pug as anyone would hold their most blessed possession. She stretched her hand out to accumulate some pouch of drops and then sprinkled it on her dog; and a smile crept across my face. I have always been a ‘dog’ man, and admired humans relating with pets.  It was then, in between my half baked reflections I remember a poor boy came up to her door, in a semi nude state and sunken ill face, it was palpable he asked for something to eat. He seemed hungry standing bare footed in front of her, drenching in rain. I was observing his gestures to beg food; suddenly he was pushed as soon as he made an effort to touch that prized possession. Yeah he totally deserved it, how can a trodden slum boy touch a ‘Volkswagen dog’? No matter what if he did it for affection or for curiosity! He just can’t, he don’t deserve to, no matter he may also be human, but dearth the value of being one. The window glass went up and once jovial eyes now conveyed only disgust. He turned towards me and looked with no point of expectation, and with void black eyes. The clogged traffic took off, and in that nick of time I could only manage to offer those caramel chocolates to him, which he accepted readily. All that was left with me was a feeling of sorry him, and even more wretch for that girl, with brown hair and bright eyes who looked pretty but didn’t stayed beautiful to me anymore.

How could one be without benevolence?

GOLDEN RULES

  • Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
  •  Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get
    older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
  •  Don’t believe all you hear, spend all you have or
    sleep all you want.
  • When you say, “I love you”, mean it.
  • When you say, “I’m sorry”, look the person in the eye.
  •  Be engaged at least a year before you get married.
  •  Never laugh at anyone’s dreams. People who don’t have
    dreams don’t have much.
  •  Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it’s the only way to live life completely.
  •  In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
  •  Don’t judge people by their relatives.
  •  Talk slowly but think quickly.
  •  When someone asks you a question you don’t want to
    answer, smile and ask, “Why do you want to know?”
  •  Remember that great love and great achievements
    involve great risk.
  •  Say “bless you” when you hear someone sneeze.
  • When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
  •  Remember the three R’s: Respect for self; Respect
    for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.
  •  Don’t let a little dispute injure a great
    friendship.
  •  When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take
    immediate steps to correct it.
  • Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will
    hear it in your voice.
  • Spend some time alone to think what you can give to this world.

As I walked a lonely road

As I walked a lonely road

And hear the croaking sound of toad

I keep my pace with human pride

Listening to the dusk of swollen nights

Passing the fields and passing the skies

Passing the river with invisible tides

Deaths below the mountain hold

Till the wrecking of cavern old

Then the truth of being unfold

And suddenly those eyes turned cold

Then rest my faith and pray my soul

Lash your fugitive wish to pole

Think of the world and think of the ride

Think of the monster that hail inside

So look for the sun and look for its kiln

And let the demons burn within.

LOST

I met an old friend today, one of the nicest person I know, with whom I had numerous innocent child ridden fallacies. We chatted for a couple of hours, basically the whereabouts of each other. And then when he left with a promise to meet me soon again. I was jibed by a question, why do good guys get nothing, neither the fame nor the love? Are they meant to deal with atrocious life, because they are good and can make way along?

Our friendship started when I was 5, on mutual pence of cricket. Our amity grew over time and over batting partnerships on the cricket field. Our camaraderie wasn’t appreciated by my father, and he was very reluctant to it. Why? Perhaps he was the son of a household maid, a single mother, who used to work in our society to earn their living. I wasn’t old enough to fathom this reason, and even now I dearth that age.

His father left them stranded when he was very young, and he grew up with this pungent feeling.

I recalled he had only two dreams since young, one being to make her mother happy and gave her a lavish life, and other was to marry his love, a girl I didn’t knew much about.

As time folded my way to college, with a different life and different set of friends, I lost him. And today we met after such a long time, only to find about his lost love and a paralytic mother, and his sunken eyes with forgotten dreams. But he didn’t complain either about those desirable dreams or about a lost friend, me.  And I was jibed by a question, why do good guys get nothing, neither the fame nor the love?