Khoya Paaya

Teri wafa ke badle mein sirf bewafayee di hai,

Teri surkh aankhon ko sirf nami di hai,

Tere gaalon ki laali chheen ke,

Tere chehre pe sirf ghami di hai...

Tera koi dosh nahin,

Sab mera kiya karaya hai,

Kal tak jo tu apna tha,

Aaj meri hi karni se paraya hai...

Aaj, akele mein rota hoon,

Tadap tadap ke sota hoon,

Tujhe roz waapis paane ki chah mein,

Thodha thoda roz khota hoon.

Ek din bhi aayega,

Jab sitaron ki saazish hogi,

Jab tu aur main milenge,

Aur in aankhon se khushiyon ki baarish hogi...

Us din tak tera intezaar karoonga,

Aur tinka tinka karke roz maroonga,

Ke ek din tu amrit pilayegi,

Aur us din tujhse saare jahan ka pyaar karoonga...

Ummeed

Tere jaane ke baad, teri yaad ke daaman se lipat ke ro lete hain,

Jab dil takleef dene lage, toh usi daaman ko odh kar so lete hain.

Tere waapis aane ki ummeed mein zinda hain hum abhi,

Tujhse bichhadhne wale, maut ke aagosh mein khud ko kho lete hain.

Teri kisi ummeed pe, hum khare na utar sake,

Tere jaane ke gham mein, na jee sake, na mar sake.

Tujhe jitni jaldi paaya tha, utni jald kho bhi diya,

Aur issi udhedh bun mein ek vaada bhi poora na kar sake.

Ab aalam yeh hai ki din mein bechaini hai aur raat mein ghamon ka sahara hai,

Jitna pasand kal tha, tera saath aaj bhi utna hi pyaara hai.

Teri raahon mein aaj bhi diya leke khade hain hum,

Kyunki, waapsi ki raahon mein andhera bahut saara hai.

Aaj bhi bharosa hai, shayad tu laut ke aayegi,

Aur dil ki khaali jagah, shayad phir se bhar jaayegi.

Darkhwast hai ki ab aane mein aur der na karna,

Warna yeh kaali andheri raat phir rote rote kat jaayegi...

Saath

Mere pyaar ke jawab mein, tera khamosh ho jaana.

Mera tujhe choomne par, tera muskura ke sharma jaana.

Teri aakhon Ki gehraai mein, mera har pal doob jaana.

Teri chahat ke bharose, mera mujhko hi chahna.

Bhoole nahin hain uss manzar ko, jab zindagi mein tu aayee thi.

Ki har aane wali hawa, sirf khushiyan saath laayee thi.

In sab ke darmiyaan, ek saaya tha, ek parchhaai thi.

Ki chand lamho baad hi iss rishtey mein judaai thi.

Ki khaak hue the sapne, aur door hue the apne.

Aur beech raah mein hi haath chhodhe the sabne.

Aaj akele hain, tanha hain par Teri raah nahin aana.

Uss Chand dino ke saath mein humne bhi jiya ek zamaana.

Khushi mein, gham mein, bhale hi paas na aana.

Bas ek guzarish rahegi Ki jab zindagi saath chhodhe, sirf ek baar tum saath nibhana.

Mannat

Woh sham hote hi uska nikalna, mera chaand hai woh,

Mera yaar, mera pyaar, meri bhavnao ka baandh hai woh.

Mere sapno ko udaan dene, mere kareeb woh aaya hai,

Bahut mannato aur intezaar ke baad, maine use paaya hai.

Woh raat bhar ki baatein, kuchh nazdikiyon ka ehsaas tha,

Aur jisko main chahne laga tha, antatah woh mere paas tha.

Uska dard, uski khushi, ban gayee hai meri zindagi,

Uski aankh ki chamak, uski muskurahat, ban gayee hai meri bandagi.

Aaj,uske dard ka kaaran hoon main, yeh rishta aaj shayad uski koi majboori hai,

Kal jitni nazdikiyan thi, rishta tha, aaj utni hi doori hai.

Meri galtiyon ko nazarandaaz kar, uska muskurana bhi ek adaa hai,

Usko meri aas nahin shayad par mujhe uski zaroorat zyaada hai.

Shayad ek shaam aaye, jab woh chaand phir nikle,

Shayad ek pal aaye, jab uska dil mere liye pighle.

Aaj bhi uski muskurahat, dil mein ghar kar jaati hai,

Aur uski ek shikayat, dil mein aansoo bhar jaati hai.

Tayyar kar raha hoon khud ko, ki usko aur dard na doon,

Haar jis din maan loon, tabse usse juda rahoon.

Uske dil mein kya hai, yeh aaj bhi samajh na aaya hai,

Bahut mannato aur intezaar ke baad, maine use paaya hai.

Intezaar

Ghar ki chhat pe, woh khadi hoti khil khilati hui,

Panghat pe woh jaati thi apni paayal chhankaati hui,

Sharmili si, ithlaati si, ghoongat mein woh rehti thi,

Uski awaaz mein jaise koyal kahin pe chehki thi.

Uske deedaar ka har koi deewana tha,

Woh meri kshama thi, main uska parwana tha.

Uski ek jhalak pe chaand bhi ghat jaata tha,

Magar woh bhi uske deedaar ko roz chhat pe aata tha.

Taaron ki bheeni chhaon mein woh nange paaon chalti thi,

Uski isi ada ko dekh, saari duniya usse jalti thi.

Mere liye woh sadaa se hi prem ki jaagti murat thi,

Aur suraj se zyaada tej liye, uski bholi surat thi

Woh kehti, “Mujhse na khel, main aag hoon tu jal jaayega.”

Main kehta, “Nahin kheloonga, teri aas mein hi yeh jeevan dhal jaayega.”

Woh meri baton ko aksar hans kar taal jaaya karti hi,

Phir bhi har do rahe pe mujhko hi paaya karti thi.

Kasam thi, uska saath kabhi na chhodh ke jaane ki,

Kasam thi har raah pe uska saath nibhane ki.

Main moorakh, us murat ko kabhi bhi na samajh paaya,

Aur jaane anjaane mein uska dil hi todh aaya.

Jab hosh aaya toh samajh aaya ki wahi toh parikhsha ki ghadi thi,

Palat ke wapas dekha toh woh aaj bhi wahin khadi thi

Mujhe laga ki na maine koi kasam khai na kabhi use nibhaya,

Magar main akela na reh jaaoon, isliye woh bhi saath chala aaya.

Aaj bhi uske khyaal se dil bharta hai, aankein barasti hain,

Par aaj bhi meera sirf krishan ke darshan ko tarasti hai

Aaj bhi tasalli hai ki uski ek jhalak mil jaayegi,

Aur aaj bhi dil manta hai ki woh waapis aayegi…

Waapsi ki Raah

Uss Shaam Ki nami ke sookhne par, ek sunehri subah aayee thi.

Uss sard subah ki ek hawa uska Sandesa layee thi.

Uss khat Ko haath mein Thaame, din dhalne tak main roya tha.

Ki uske aane Ki Khabar thi, jisko Maine kabhi khoya tha.

Woh wapis mujh Tak aaya tha, mere ek Bulawe pe.

Aur Mujhe usne nikaala tha apne hi bhulaawe se.

Woh babool kat chuka tha jisko Maine boya tha.

Ki uske aane Ki Khabar thi, jisko Maine kabhi khoya tha.

Woh naraaz tha, khafa tha, aur sazaa dene Ko tayaar tha.

Maine Nazar bhar ke dekha usse, Wahi toh mera yaar tha.

Apni sab gustaakhiyon Ko Maine aansuon mein duboya tha.

Ki uske aane Ki Khabar thi, jisko Maine kabhi khoya tha.

Ki jiske aane Ki Khabar thi, Wahi Aaj aaya hai.

Aur Meri Nazar mein Koi dekhe, sirf uska noor samaya hai.

Ab shikva nahin zindagi se, ab Wahi mera sarmaya hai.

Ki jisko kabhi khoya tha, Aaj phir usse paaya hai.

Dramatic Indian Life

Laal suraj ko samandar mein khote dekha hai,

logon ko nafrat ke beej bote dekha hai,

Maut ke ehsaas se unchhuye hain hum abhi,

Magar zindagi ko khauf mein rote dekha hai...

Badhavaas hoke jab dard ki hawa chali,

Khoon se maang bhar ro rahi thi har gali,

Uss khaufnaak manzar mein bhi humne,

Zindagi ko maut se lipat kar sote dekha hai...

Dard ki chhekhein uthi, phir samaa shaant ho gaya,

Yun laga ki roshni ko andhere mein khote dekha hai...

Darr ka woh ek saaya tha,

Kan-kan mein jo samaya tha,

Tam ke iss saamrajya ka,

Jaise samraat naya aaya tha...

Iss taj-takht ke darmiyaan,

Khuda ko bechain hote dekha hai,

Maut ke ehsaas se unchhuye hain hum nahin,

Aur zindagi ko khauf mein hum sabne rote dekha hai...

Waqt - Bewaqt

Raaste mein chalte chalte, subah sham dhalte dhalte,

jab hum unse takraaye the

tab humne yeh jaana tha aur tab humne yeh dekha tha,

ki raaste ke saare phool humein dekh muskuraaye the

Un darakhton se hum guzre, un jharno ka paani piya,

unse kabhi kuchh na maanga bas jee bhar ke pyaar diya

haathon mein haath lekar jab woh saath hamare chalte the,

aankh band kar lene par kuchh meethe sapne palte the

us hari ghaas ki sez pe baith humne sapne sajaaye the,

ki raaste ke saare phool humein dekh muskuraaye the

Parvaton ne mere sur ko door door tak pahunchaya,

nadiyon ki khal khal ne apna ras bhi chhalkaya

apne saath lekar gayeen aur door samandar pahunchaya,

aur saagar ne saath diya toh raag nikhar ke aaya

panchhiyon ne hamare saath woh sur gungunaaye the,

ki raaste ke saare phool humein dekh muskuraaye the.

Ab un raaston par jhadte darakht dikhte hain, sookhe jharne milte hain,

ab woh zameen mujhse poochhti hai ki akele kahan chalte hain,

haath chhoot chuke hain, sapne toot chuke hain,

jinse kal takraaye the wahi aaj rooth chuke hain.

woh raaste ke phool ab murjha chuke hain,

kyunki us pal mein aane wale aaj muh pher ke jaa chuke hain.

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Life - A seesaw

Duniya ki iss bheed mein, safalta ki chah mein, hum bhi tez raftar se chale jaa rahe the.
Har cheez paane ki chah mein, rishtey kuchalti raah mein, ek ko dekh kar doosre ko chhale jaa rahe the.
Sapne itne bade the, ummeedien itni zyaada thi, unki aahooti chadhane mein hum pighle jaa rahe the.
Aag ki tapish mein, sholon ke aakrosh mein, hum sirf khade khade jale jaa rahe the.

Rishton ne karvat badli, apne paraye ho gaye, rishton k tarazu mein hum tule jaa rahe the.
Apno ka saath chhod ke, paristhitiyon ko mod ke, gairon ke beech mein ghule jaa rahe the.
Paise ki andhi daud mein, sab kuchh paane ki hod mein, apne aap ko hi hum bhoole jaa rahe the.
Apne sapno ki chah mein, saamne dikhti raah mein, apno ko andekha kar masti mein jhoole jaa rahe the.

Tabhi zindagi se mulaqaat hui, do pal usse baat hui. Usne dil ko aise chhua, laga dil ka koi bojh halka hua.
Aankhon se aankh mil kar jab, dil mein woh ghar kar gayee, yun laga maano ki aaj koi khaali jagah bhar gayee.
Uski baat mein sachchai thi, jo aaj samajh mein aayee thee, ki yahi duniya ki reet hai, is mein meri haar nahin yahi toh meri jeet hai.
Main uski baat sunta gaya, aur meethe sapne bunta gaya. Tabhi samajh aaya ki yeh sab ek chhalawa tha, woh meri zindagi ka paigam nahin, kisi aur zindagi ka bulawa tha.

Ab baat samajh mein aayee thee, aur aaj barso baad main roya nahin. Ki maine sab kuchh paaya hai aur kuchh bhi khoya nahin.
Rishton ki khaai paatne ko ab bilkul tayaar tha main, aur khud se milne ke baad shayad thoda hoshiyaar tha main.
Ab nayee raah par nikla tha, nayee manzilein paane ko. Paaya sab ko saath maine, apne gale lagaane ko.
Aaj sab kuchh hai mere paas, sirf ek baat se dukhi hoon. Par agar meri zindagi khush hai toh main sabse sukhi hoon....

Road Trip to Dalhousie

Day 1

After an overnight journey from Delhi to Nangal by train, our roadtrip started for Dalhousie. Nangal is a small township on Punjab and Himachal border, commonly known for its dams, Bhakra and Nangal Dams which are two separate dams and I ever confused them as one.

Well, coming back to the roadtrip, it started on 9^th October,’09 when I left for Nangal with one of my friend. Reached Nangal on 10^th October where we had to meet our friends to continue our journey

Day 2

Started for Dalhousie at 10.00 am with a stock of 6 beers and 2 bottles of Vodka and 5 people with Bhatia saab holding the wheel.

Crossing the gates, entering other states, passing railway lines, we were speeding towards Dalhousie.

After entering Himachal via Una, the landscape changed to the better. From plains to mountains, from straight roads to curvy routes, from uninterrupted shot till horizon to mountains popping up turning into a treat for eyes.

No when you are in hills, you can’t afford to miss the signboards installed to guide you to drive safely J

Time is flying by and the sun has indicated that it’s going to be tough ahead as it is setting. But as they say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Descending sun gave us the will to continue to reach Dalhousie. After a drive of 7 and a half hours which included lunch at a local dhaba with drinks (not to forget).

Reached Dalhousie at 5.30 pm in the evening, the first place to visit was Tibetan Refugee Market, nice place to eat local food and buy local items with hot bargains.

The day ended with visiting Dalhousie Public School (DPS) thinking a hotel, wandering in local market, nice and hot Chicken Do pyaaza and Butter chicken and again hell lot of drinks.... J

Day 3

Started with some hot cuppa tea and boiled eggs…. Too cold to even stand barefoot….. and witnessed the sunlight descending over the valley…

Followed by some maggi, bread omelettes, boiled eggs and again some hot tea…..

Day had an amazing place in store to be, a place which is just the clone of Scotland…. On our way to the place, the picturesque beauty took our breath away…

After witnessing the breath taking natural beauty of Himalayas, we reached the place called KHAJIYAAR.

Khajiyaar is no less than Scotland and highly recommended for people who wants to play in the lap of nature surrounded by mountains.

Other activities which can be done in Khajiyaar are horse riding, para gliding and it offers a good range of food. Aaloo paranthas with butter are highly recommended but try to avoid soups available.

Finally we started back for Nangal leaving behind the mesmerizing natural beauty and capturing the memories that will last forever

The five people who were involved in making this memorable (including me) are……………

To Rohan with Love

Rohan Suchanti, a person who is responsible to an extent for what I am today, a person who made me comfortable when I was all alone in a new city, a person who had an insight of me or for that sake of everyone who have worked with him, a person who was my boss but never made me feel that he is one. He always treated me and other colleagues as his own family and friends.

I still the remember the day when I was supposed to meet with him for the interview in Delhi to join his Mumbai office. He called me to meet and when i reached the venue for the meeting, he called it off. He repeated this twice or thrice but now I feel that it was worth it because, he wanted to see my aggression to join his company. Not only me, he has tested his each employee in his own very distinct but charming way.

As the time passed by, we started understanding each other better. He gave me everything which I needed as an employee in a new city. We started hanging out together for drinks and games of pool along with other colleagues. He always used to say, your work is good and i'll take care of you. But as they say, good times fly very soon. It was 10th September 2009, when he was admitted to hospital and it was me who went and dropped him home unaware of the fact that i will never get to see him again. We talked on phone, through messages and never met again. We were in a notion that after couple of days, he'll be back to normal but god had some other plans for him.

He came back home and started recovering but soon was taken over by some major disease. He was again hospitalized and was put in ICU, by that time I was back in Delhi so could never go and meet with him during his illness. On the afternoon of 16th November 2009, a dreaded phone call took away my senses when one of my ex-colleague that Rohan has left for heavenly abode. The news made my life shattering like a stock market as it did hurt my sentiments and seems like all my investments has gone in vein.

A person who took care of everyone be it known or a stranger, god himself decided to take his care and called him to be with him.

I still remember the way he used to call us in his cabin..... arrey Amit..... arrey Lalit.... with a little bit of singing tone....... The way he used to come rushing and ask for the sensex, the way he used to discuss his technological problems of laptop and phones with us with an eagerness of a child.

We all know that the one who has gone will never come back but on our side we can try to live his dream, the way he wanted to see all of us after couple of years so that wherever he is, he is satisfied that the investment he made in his people has been fruitful to him as well as to his people.

Rohan, everyone will miss you till their last breath, the time we spent, the deeds we did which were not supposed to be done and all that which has always been a mystery to the people outside our circle.....

May he's comforted wherever he is and his soul rest in eternal peace.

Stranger TURNED Friend

During the ride of the roller coaster of my life, I met this gentle lady who soon became the happiness of my life, whom I knew for long but just turned my friend……

 

One bright evening of 1982 when the sun was bright orange and setting into the sea at the horizon leaving a gleaming reflection or saying bye for the day, in one of the buildings of Mumbai, a girl child was born to a Christian father and a Gujarati mother. Being the youngest in the family, she was loved by everyone and she became the favorite in her family, all her demands were met and she started growing up in the same atmosphere.

 

In the 26^th year of her life, I happened to meet her on professional front. It wasn’t a meeting, rather we used to interact on phone for around 6-7 months as she was a journalist and I belong to PR industry, so we used to interact on regular basis but only on phone.

 

One fine afternoon, when I was trying to get in touch with her, she wasn’t reachable. Her colleagues told me that she’s not well and is not coming to office these days. As the gesture of courtesy, I tried her number quiet a few times and left messages for her but to no use. One fine evening, I happened to send her a message and in no time, there was a call from her. It was then, that I got to know about her whereabouts and well being. To cut a long story short, that was the first time when we spoke at length and like friends and not employees of our respective companies. The person who I assumed was like a coconut was talking and behaving softly with me. Her talks and feelings were as soft as the piece of cotton.

 

After that long conversation, we happened to meet many a times, we were experiencing a bond building between us, the bond of trust, the bond of fairness in relationship, the bond where I could hear her without her saying anything, the bond of friendship. During all those meetings, we I got to know her that she is tough which is generally mistaken as her attitude, she is kind but have been used as a person, she thinks for everyone but the people she counted on for her life, betrayed her.

 

Our every meeting used to be cheerful, being a boy on the outer crust; she never let me feel of what she has gone through. Rather, it has always been an event for me to laugh my heart out. After so long, I met someone who gave me the reason to smile and laugh. Without ever discussing about each other, I know she doesn’t like drinking, hates when someone tickles her, loves to hang around and loves to travel. She loves her family like anything. She likes black forest pastry; I have no idea if she likes Death by chocolate or not, needs an excuse to smoke, totally street smart, cant talk without abusing you. Loves to go for bowling, video games, basketball, car strike and what not.

 

One evening, while talking, she happened to lose her emotions, her voice fumbled on phone and tears trickled down her eyes. I was experiencing a fighter letting her weapons being taken away, a tigress being hunted by small animals. I wished to be there to hug her, to tell her that everything would be fine. She said that she always tried to please everyone which I feel is the biggest mistake she did in her life. I read somewhere that if you would go to please everyone; you’d end up pleasing no one.

 

I with one of my friend tried to bring back her smile so that she can move ahead and think of giving her life a fresh start. We tried to look for opportunities where we can bring some change in her life but sometimes we failed, sometimes we succeeded. She says that I’m her best friend and I’d say to her that let me be friend, don’t call me best. If some day, I failed to keep my promise, I don’t want her to feel hurt. I just want to limit my role to give some happiness to her so that she can see her own life from different viewpoint.

 

She knows very well how to stir happiness in someone’s life but I feel she has forgotten to do the same for herself. May god give her more than she desires because she deserves more than she desires for herself.

 

Would request each and everyone reading this post to wish and bless her so that she starts believing and trusting her own capabilities.

Where is my home???

From the air conditioned atmosphere of the Metro Train in Delhi to the full of sweat and public Local Train of Mumbai, the journey which started with more of a cheer one year ago now seems like a punishment. A punishment which keeps me away from my family, friends and all those relations which has helped me to grow up, to enhance myself, who have taught me, scolded me, made me learn the lessons of life.

 

After 1 year from the time I migrated to the no man’s land from my hometown, this is the first time I’m feeling that why I am going back to a place where I have nobody whom I can call mine, where all those relations I made in last one year seems to be hanging on a thread which can conk off anytime. First time, a thought flashed across my mind that I should get off the train and run back to my home where my mom is sitting with heavy heart counting days that when will I come back permanently. Every time I visit my home, she has the same question ready for me that when will you come back when you won’t have to go to Mumbai again and every time I say, ‘Soon ma’.

 

I was brought up in an atmosphere where everyone I know was there around me every time. My parents to support me, my relatives to bless me and wish me, my friends to hear me out when I wanted to shout. But I don’t have anyone near me. Of course, my friends and family are there but there’s no proximity with them, there’s a difference of 1500 kilometers. Everyone out here is related because they have some work or the other, no one is even bothered here if for an instance I’m of no use to them. I might be wrong once or twice but not every time. For an instance, a friend misses me when I’m out of town once and second time the same friend says that that was for the first time only. How could that be possible that you miss a friend on his first trip and second time you say that it was for that time only.

 

All these changes force me to ask myself that why I am going back to the same place where no one is waiting for me at home, where no one is bothered whether I had my food or not, whether I am well or not.

 

This place has given me lots of happiness, lot of success which is continuing but it has given me lot of relationships which sometimes are too good to cherish and sometimes they want me to forget them.

 

Why every time I see a new face of the same individual, why every time everyone has new emotion for me. I came here to earn money and I think I am losing my relationships in the race of earning money.

Friends??

Friends, friends everywhere but no one to bank upon. I had this guy in my class during my school days who always claimed to my friend, who always used to say that I’m always with you, you call me anytime, I’ll be there but when once I was in need, he was nowhere to be seen around.

Entered college, again met new set of friends who used to claim that they will never leave me or each other in any case. Whatever we do, first priority would be our friends, that’s what I got to hear from them every time. Left college and came to workplace and once when I needed my college friends, like earlier, they were nowhere to be found.

Entered workplace, again new set of friends, who claimed that whenever I’ll be in any need besides work, they will always be there. I thought now I have come to my workplace, and these people would not be immature as my friends were. But against my expectations and as usual, I was wrong. I never knew that I’m being spied on, I never knew that those people who called me their friend, would feel insecure because of my success rate, because I’m growing faster than they did.

In the meanwhile, I came across many friends who met, stayed and left. Some even don’t trust me but call me as their best friend. I don’t know how could they call somebody a friend whom they don’t have any trust.

But it was never that all people did same thing with me. I am still surrounded by few who are left from my school and college days, whom I can bank upon, whom I can trust blindly, who I know would deliver a cake and flowers on my parents’ birthday or anniversary, whom we call our chaddi buddies or 3.00 am friends.

But I still have a question in mind that why people come closer when they have to ditch you into the ground to the extent. Should I trust a new person who calls me his friend?

I think, I’d be stupid if I trust the person now in any case… What do you say???

Wait, for a short phase or for Lifetime???

Wait, always used for a short span of time. We have heard many people saying, "Hey, can you please wait for a while" or "Wait for a minute, please" but when a person who is close to you says it, is it for a moment or for a lifetime. When a close friend or someone you love says, “Wait for me", for how long they want us to wait for them. For how long should we wait for them? Many philosophers and thinkers would say that when a close friend or a loved one would ask you to wait, you should do till the time they come back to you, people madly in love would say that they can wait for lifetime but is it so? Do such relationships exist which could command lifetime wait from a person. People tend to make relationships out of sheer selfishness, to get their work done and leave as if you never existed for them, they might not recognize you after some point of time. Is there any one left on whom one can depend blindly, after talking to them one could feel lighthearted, are we left with 3 am relations anymore?

Once walking down the life street, I saw a stranger who looked familiar with friendly smile on the face. But it took no time for that person to remove that smile from the face and as mentioned earlier, that person only looked familiar.

One spends his entire life in waiting for the person who had once asked to wait and after some odd years when the person returns, asks strangely that why were you waiting? Who asked you to wait that long? Is it worthy to wait in relationships which u make and god don't?

People say that life comes a full circle but it would be correct to say that people come full circle. They take the complete round and come back to you just to make you realize that you did wrong by waiting for them. Are they saying themselves that they are not that worthy for whom one should wait or are they saying that you are fool who spent his life in waiting for them while they were roaming around and having fun.

Every individual has this question in mind but is afraid to ask because everybody knows the answer but they lack guts to face their own question which in turn give more pains...

Why is it so?

Why is it so? Aisa Kyun hota hai ki jisko hum chahte hain, jisko paane ke liye kuchh bhi karne ko raazi ho jaate, jiske saath ek pal bitaana ko tarste hain, jiske saath har lamha ek suhana ehsaas ho jaata hai, jiske lie saari zindagi intezaar karna manzoor hone lagta hai, woh ek din aa ke kehta hai ki shayad hamara saath yahin tak tha, aisa kyun hota hai? Why is it so?



Aisa kyun hota hai ki hum jis ko paane ki zid pakad lete hain woh kabhi hamare saath hamesha nahin rehta, kyun humko aise mod pe chhod ke chale jaate hain jahan humein unki sabse zyaada zaroorat hoti hai aur kyun hum unki sab wafayein bhula kar unhe ek pal mein bewafa keh dete hain? Kyun hum unki saari acchhaiyan ek taraf kar ke unki woh buraaiyan count karni shuru kar dete hain jo un mein kabhi thi hi nahin. Kyun hum apne kadam bhatakne ka dosh unhe dete hain, aisa kyun hota hai? Why is it so?



Aisa kyun hota hai jise hum apna banana chahte hain woh kisi aur ka saath chahte hain, kyun hum unke sabse acchhe dost hote hue bhi unke humsafar nahin ban sakte, kyun woh hamesha sachhai jaan ne ke baad ki hum unhe dost se kuchh zyaada maante hain, kyun woh humse dooriyan bana lete hain? Kyun ek acchha dost ek acchha humsafar nahin ban sakta, kyun yeh hamesha ehsaas dilaya jaata hai ki hum hamesha dost hain aur dost rahein toh hi acchha rahega, kyun hum dosti ko pyaar ka naam dene se darte hain, kyun hum dosti ko ek aise rishtey ka naam nahin de sakte jise duniya mein sabse oopar aur pavitra maana gaya hai, aisa kyun hota hai? Why is it so?



Kya pyaar do logon ko kareeb laata hai ya un mein darar paida karta hai, kyun pyaar logon ko khushiyan dene ki jagah un mein dooriyan badha deta hai, kya aaj pyaar sirf apna matlab poora karne ka ek zariya ban ke reh gaya hai, kya pyaar par se logon ka vishwas uth gaya hai, kya aaj log matlab ke liye rishtey banate hain, aisa kyun hota hai? Why is it so?

Would request you to kindly comment and reply to my questions....

Is this Love?

In this ever running blind race, I was running to achieve what I wanted out of my life. I wanted to win the race and was not running to build my health, like a morning jog. People were giving me tough competition on every route I took, they had hurdles set for me on every path. But somehow I knew my way, that only law of attraction was helping me although I never noticed it.

While running, I saw a beautiful face and it seemed that it was cheering for me saying, "Amit, you have to win this race, for me, for everyone you love" making me more determined to reach my destination. As I was crossing various check points, I saw that face was fading out but I kept running with perseverence and consistency believing that I would see that face again at the end point. Believing my inner voice I kept running for almost 9 years, just to see that face again. Then at one check point, I saw that face again and I thought I realized what I wanted to an extent but suddenly shocked to see that she was cheering for my competitor. I was shunned by this but that face gave me power and strength to run, I could not say anything to her and understood that this was not my destination and thanked her to give me zeal to run faster and faster.

I am still running to achieve my goals and with a hope that there might be someone who will cheer for me. It's not that I wanted someone to cheer for me, it was just despite hurdles in the way, the route and journey was more pleasure and smooth....

Who Am I?

From the political capital of the Indian sub-continent, I came to economic capital of the country for the sake of better job prospects, higher living of standard and all that a man desires out of his life.

It was fine sunny morning when I got down from Mumbai Rajdhani at Mumbai Central. My friend came to pick me up. As we were walking down the platform, I heard somebody sayin "Lo aa gaya phir koi hamare shehar mein apna ghar banane" (See, somebody else has come to make our city his home). I was bit astonished at his remark as I knew something like this would happen but it would happen so early, I never expected. I felt like that I've gone to London and this remark was made by some brit. This city gave me cold welcome but I was clear that I have to make my living in this city.

After 2 months, When I went to Delhi, my hometown, where I was born and brought up, the city which has seen my family's 6 - 7 generations, I heard people calling me, "Bhai tu toh mumbai wala ho gaya" (Brother, you are a mumbaikar now). It came as a shock to me because I never thought of it.

I am not clear now where do i belong to. Few people decided my native place in flash of a second. I am still not aware why are we creating boundaries among ourselves? Britishers and some our best, thoughtful leaders did it in past and we are still paying for it, then why are we not learning from it? Why a person is known by his native land and not his work, contribution to the society?

I think I'll spend my whole life but won't get answer to this. Would request somebody to reply if he/she knows the answer.

Journey So Far

Teaming with constellation of dreams, I'm a son of a middle class family. My parents never let me compromise on my dreams, they gave me whatever I wanted. Yes, its true, I had to convince them that why I need that stuff then only they used to buy me that stuff. In my initial days of education, everytime I got passed and promoted with a rank in my class, without even asking, my gift used to be there waiting for me to be opened.

Days went by like the same. When I grew up, I started seeing dreams with open eyes. I started imagining how my life would be if I could achieve this position or if I could make that much amount of money. When I was in my 10th grade, I aspired to be a Software Engineer but by that time, my mind was more into extra curricular activities rather than in studies. Along with that, there was a girl in my class who was my one of the best friend from 6th grade (I believe), I had a crush on her but never had guts to tell her. After we finished our 10th grade, I could not opt for Science as my marks were not upto the mark. First time I compromised in my life by opting for Commerce but to add to my problems, I could not opt for Commerce cuz I scored less in Mathematics (Like every normal boy). I had to switch over to some other school. In all this, I had lost contact with my ever lasting crush. I was doing pretty much well in my new school in studies, sports and extra curricular activities. Because of my interest in every activity taking place in school, I was nominated as Vice School Captain. Although I couldn't make it to the designation, I had to settle down with School Prefect in my 11th and 12th grade. Life was more of a fun in school days. Placing crackers near water tanks, in toilets, in staff rooms, during morning assembly was part of our routine during diwali days. Undoubtedly, we were held responsible for every misdeed happened in school. One day after 2 years, I got to know from my friend that the girl I had crush on had gone to some other country and luckily or coincidently, we met again online. I had serious crush on her and wen I met her again, I confessed to her but she said she needs some time to think. Everything was fine and our exams were sitting on our heads. This time, I didn't want to ruin my exams so gave a hault to my interactions for some time. Being a distinction holder in subjects like Account, Business Studies, Computer Science and English, my teachers had tremendous faith in me and I was overburdened by it than by studies. Luckily, their faith turned out to be true and again I scored distinctions in almost every subject. When I entered my 11th grade, my career interest shifted to Journalism from being a Software specialist. After my 12th grade, I chose Journalism as my subject in grads. Never being much into studies, i was more often indulged into some other activities. Our group of friends was more into SO CALLED public service, fighting for the rights of fellow students, and what not and making sure that we never come into limelight or else we would be suspended. Everything was going as expected, results were impressive which got me an internship with a leading english daily in New Delhi. As expected from me by my friends, I never went there after 2 days of joining. Teachers were impressed by our participation in activities, getting good results. Somehow in our last semester, something went wrong from both the sides. Teachers couldn't complete their course and we made a scene outside our MD's office with me being the main culprit because unknowingly or rather say in aggression, I abused my MD on his secretary's face, which made an issue and screwed me to an extent. I was barred from final exams. I was asked to get my parents. But I was also killer, I told my mom everything about what happened. Although she wanted to come but I told her that a letter from her will do. I got a letter faxed from her into my institute to submit and I dont know how each of the admin staff started praising me along with my principal so my MD had no choice than to issue me my roll number. We cleared our grads with good grades. By that time I had lost interest in journalism and wanted to opt for Public Relations.

I joined a PG Diploma in PR and went for some training. I could perform well in my mid terms as well as in my training and in 1 and a half month, I became permanent employee of the company, a close knitted company. I got to do some prestigious assignments of my life in my initial days like for JCB India, OCM Suitings, Aepona, Ms. Kiran Bedi, His Highness Sh. Jyotiraditya Scindia. After all that, it was a time for me to move, to move out of my territory, to conquer the world and then I decided to move to Mumbai, city of dreams, city of opportunities, city full of glamor. All this while, my love for my friend was increasing. I met her once during her last visit to India and talked over our relation. She said complete no-no but after that she said she need time to think. Time went by, I came to mumbai. Its been now 8 years, I have been waiting my friend to respond to my proposal. In my new office, I could prove myself very well in a short span of time. I joined as an Account Executive in May 2008 and in October 2008, I was an Account Manager.

Professionally, I think I'm going great, drawing a good salary at a nascent stage, still dreaming with open eyes to accompalish various things in life, to lead a lavish life with my family, venturing into new arenas of my profession. Life has been more like a stock market to me, with lots of ups n downs, a roller coaster ride; still trying to understand its core message.