चलने का गौरव भी मंजिल पाने से कम नहीं है

जब ख़त्म हो जाये राहें, और मंजिल भी हो जाये ओझल,

जब कांटे रास्तो के पैरों को कर जाएँ घायल,

और कट जाये पतंग जीवन की, आशाओं की डोर से टूटकर,

तब कर देना तू खुद को हवा के सहारे, और चल देना जहाँ लेकर हवा चले,

कुछ देर यूँ बहना हवा में मस्त होकर, फिर गिर जाना धरा पे तू शांत होकर,

सोचना जो तूने किया वो भी कम नहीं है, चलने का गौरव भी मंजिल पाने से कम नहीं है !

Talash

ना जाने हर किसी को किस चीज़ की तलाश है ?
किसी को ख़ुशी की तलाश तो किसी को प्यार की तलाश है.
नजरे हमारी थक गयी तलाश करते करते, पर कीमती जो खोया पाया नहीं है अब तक,
लगता कि जो है खोया, वो पास ही है मेरे, फिर भी ना जानु दिल को किस चीज़ कि तलाश है.
सोचा कि क्यों ना कर लुं, तलाश उस खुदा कि जो मेरी हर तलाश कि आखिरी तलाश है

Kamini

It’s almost 15 years old story but i can still remember that day very well when it was raining heavily. My younger brother Sachin who have been almost age of 7 at that time was playing in rain outside and entered at home holding a very dirty, ugly ,almost skeleton dog puppy in his hand. Both puppy and brother was shivering by being wet. Actually puppy sounds something good, honestly i wud describe that pupply as a “marne wali beemar desi piliya". I scolded at my bro "kaha se utha laya ise, mar jayega ye,jaha se laya hai ise wahi chodh aa".
"Bhaiya Naali mai pada hua tha, mai ise palunga" this was a reply from his side. i did'nt like that puppy at very first sight at that time because my uncle also used to has a puppy and his puppy was a Alsation breed of dog so how cud we have such a weak ugly desi puppy, This is what my childish mind thought at that time.My mother who always has been a very kind hearted woman gave her immediate acceptance to my brother and My childish anger turned on on very high and I denied to touch that puppy. My brother and Mom gave a bath to that puppy, my brother arranged a place for that at one corner of house,gave milk etc to it. My brother used care a lot of that puppy. Name given to that puppy was "Kamini" a name just opposite to her features,i dont knw how and why but this name was given to her.
Kamini was so weak and always used to look ill even after doing lots of care.When we used to take her in our hand it used to feel like we were holding bones in our hand. Kamini was such ugly that whoever came to our house at that time really hated her. But Perhaps Kamini had understood that she is no longer a “desi piliya” she had been owned and owned by someone who are really caring towards her.So Kaimini used to fulfill all her duties of being a good owned puppy. She used to bark at when monkeys used to come on roof, as well as used to bark at strangers too, used to sit at doors, used to show her affection by moving her tail when my brother used to call her.
Kamini was a down to earth puppy as she had got to know that she was a very poor and desi breed and her any attitude like other alsation puppies won’t be tolerated. As she had known that she would be thrown out of house if she made a single mistake .She always used to obey all our commands and never spoiled anything. If we used to say her once“Kamini apney bistar par ja” she immediately started moving towards her place.when she used to look towards us her eyes seemed to be so innocent and wet as that dumb animal was saying "please never leave me as i have noone else besides you".
She had been almost for 2-3 months with us.I also started liking her But one day that animal left this world. Even after death her body was looking as she was sleeping and that day someone wept for her.
Me and my brother took her body in a bag and buried her under a pipal tree on a ground far away from our home.
I don’t know why I wrote this blog about that puppy but I still remember her innocent and always wet eyes. Perhaps I still remember that puppy because love, innocence and gratitude in her eyes was so true and selfless.
Only a Animal can have that kind of true gratitude, innocence and true love towards someone. Perhaps We Human could learn something from Animal and perhaps We Human could also learn to love truly and to live unselfishly.

A Defeated Win

Today sitting in Office at 9 PM and even after having some work pending to do I was not feeling like working…
and was thinking what’s the need of working like this hell … than suddenly some Pictures start moving around my mind ie. A small Budget Flat :D (which is called small budget only by Builders) , A small Car , and me taking tea wid my family in my small home …
Honestly i m not very ambitious in terms of money.I just want a meaning full nd simple life for me.A simple life full of basic necessities.I don’t want my life like we just born, we just lived and we just died.
But is this simple life so easy to get?
I don’t think so.
This simple life demands a lot to do from our side , this wants us to work like hell and to work really intelligently, this also wants a grace of luck along with hard work……..
When I look around me , I see lacs and crores of people are struggling for this simple life to live and that is also from many years nd still no hope to get it . One day I was in office till late night , a guard approx age of 38 came inside our cabin, as Me and he was d only person in d office, so I didn't feel hesitate while offering him chair.He started telling dat he came from Kanpur 10 years ago nd still struggling to find some basic necessities of life like home, good education for children etc etc.. I was clearly seeing his almost died desires which at a time he used to have,But I cudn’t do much in that apart from listening him….
I see dat who is rich getting richer and who is poor getting more poor… Gap between poor nd rich is increasing widely..
I see hw rapidly the numbers of small children on traffic lights are increasing as beggars,what’s their faults? is it just because of their parents r beggars, poor, or uneducated? Does dis thing allow them to be beggar….? No absolutely not. Then who will take care of those? And We People r getting more selfish , practical, nd heartless by the time.Just giving a coin to those beggar children We think dat We r doing God’s work so God will reward us for that, even those same people spends thousands of rupees on toys of their children. This partiality Of God put a question mark on God existence..
Even after being in one of hottest I.T. technology I don’t find my ways easy , I see a never ending rat race ahead of me,At the end of which either We win or lose but We will be remain a Rat that's sure,

In this race of life perhaps we have forgot somewhere that we are Human….

A Real Inspirational Song

Main Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya - Mohd Rafi Lyrics

Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya�


Barbadiyon Ka Shok Manana Fizul Tha
Barbadiyon Ka Jashan Manata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda�

Jo Mil Gaya Usi Ko Muqaddar Samajh Liya
Jo Kho Gaya Maein Usko Bhulata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda�

Gham Aur Khushi Mein Farq Na Mehsoos Ho Jahan
Maein Dil Ko Us Muqaam Pe Laata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda�

Thanks Sahir Ludhianvi Sahib For Writing such beautiful Lines,
Thanks Late Rafi Sahib for Singing it with such enthusiasm,
Thanks Dev Sahib, no one apart from you could be Suited for this Song .............................

My first conversation wid a girl......

Hi …..

I m here again bringing some interesting material for u ….
today I m gonna write about a boy who did his schooling from a Saraswati Vidhya Mandir,
u must be thinking why I m treating visdhya mandir as a special school,
hey I don’t mean vidhya mandir r for special Childs J but when a student completes his study from vidhya mandir he surely becomes special (hahaha) due to some of special vidhya mandir rules, regulations.

In Vidhya Mandir everything was perfect if I m talking about study, discipline, moralities, cultural knowledge, n social activities. But when question comes about interaction wid girls it becomes a blunder even thinking about that.My vidhya mandir was a Co-ed , it was only so called co-education but there nothing like this, there boys never used to talk to girls even on study topics nd same was wid girls.
It’s not so there were some rules defined like that but these rules were created by environment itself , if u talk to girl u had to call them “Behan” and Girl had to call the boys as “Bhaiya”, It was not a choice but our compulsion. nd being a farsighted guy at that time most of among us were not ready to take responsibilities of all those so-called Behans..…….
(Here I m not commenting on principles of vidhya mandir becoz I m also a Big fan of vidhya mandir environment but I m simply telling u truth n its effects.)
So the Boy like me who passed his growing age from 6^th to 12^th in vidhya mandir was one of victim of this, Frankly saying in my 7 years of schooling I never talk to a girl even for 7 minutes. nd it was not only me even all of my friend were in same situation.But its also true dat at that time even we nvr had wished bout that we had become a part of it nd were very happy in own life.
So after completing my schooling from such a environment I went to college.
It was my first year. Environment in college was just opposite to vidhya mandir.
No tight study shedule, no tight discipline, No morality, and no Ban wid talking to girls(nd more also….. )
I can remember my first day in college, we were in our electronics lab when a senior batch girl called me as “hey black shirt“,I went to her she was going to take my ragging nd I was totally new to this. She was luking towards my eyes so I started looking towards ground feeling some shy n she thought as this was a respect to her (hahahahha),
she was asking sm questions nd my words were not coming out even I knew d answers, she thought dat I m scared from ragging ,so told me to feel easy nd did not ask any question more and then she did handshake wid me, she told her name and said me to go. It was like a totally diff experience to me.
Just after that teacher came in class and lecture begins I remember during the whole time of lecture I was lost in thinking about my dumb conversation wid senior girl. i was again n again luking towards my hand nd I really don’t knw why ? (hahahaha)
Honestly saying on that day perhaps i was happy because I was ragged by a senior GIRL (hahaha) nd perhaps I wanted to be ragged again (hahahaha)

How stupid and innocent a vidhya madnir student can be……

6 years hv been past to dis to this nd time has been changed now for me but whenever I think about that day I can’t stop me smiling from heart,

It was really a lucky day for a vidhya mandir chhatr.

Bharat mata Ki Jai

Why the hell we grown up

Hi guys…… this is My first blog, (yeah this is a perfect starting line of my first blog :)

I don’t know why this stupid idea came to my mind that I should also start blogging , I have never done this earlier and this time my over matured mind also thinking that who the hell in this world is interested in reading my stories while u can buy Munshi Premchand stories book in 30 Rs / Kg from Dariyaganj.

But as I m also a Human Being and like others I also think that I m unique in myself :) and I should explore my dusted qualities so without caring that who is gonna read this and how it will influence others I m also starting my blog and believe me this time while writing this blog I m not treating myself less than Amitabh Bachhan (u know Bachhan sahab also write blogs ... : )

So here it is..
next what……….. my pen has stuck (sorry not pen its keys on keyboard)
ok so lets start wid my childhood u must be thinking is it a kind of biography ….
U keep on thinking I don’t care, But I can’t go ahead without unfolding the golden pages of my childhood …..
Yeah I can say I have lived a perfect childhood and I could not enjoy it better.
I enjoyed my childhood at extreme level I did what I could do and trust me there is not a single thing which I can desire now that this is the thing I should have done in my childhood

I did all ……
Is it getting over? ok let me explain
1) I was very innocent by face, this thing always helped me to get love from my teachers and relatives ….(hehehe)
2) I was Brilliant in studies, don’t try to laugh but its true by the grace of God (not by my hardwork hehehe…. )
3) Naughty at extreme level … even my relatives were sick of me. in summer vacations my maternal children used to hide their toys to protect them from being broken
4) Quarrelling with childhood friends almost daily
5) Was beaten by Mom average 15 times per week (please don’t ask about the tools which my mom used on me)
6) fell in love wid a girl when I was in my 1^st standard (please don’t expect me to tell her name I don’t remember that yet :(
and along wid above all there are endless moments which were delighted at fullest and all cant be explained here but if u r interested to hear those meet u at coffee (only for girls J)

So whats changed now ……… where this blog is going
Yeah changes is here, by the time I got matured and believe me I really hate these words, why the hell we grown up.

How good it would be if we always live as a child…. How the good it would be we have a desire in heart and without thinking consequences we start to meet that…
Why not now I want to go to marriages only for enjoying sweets.
Why my relatives treat me as wise and intelligent
Why my mom don’t slap me on small mistakes

Sounds childish…………….. ok go ahead
Why if we don’t take liquor in parties we are called child.
Why Rain is not so delightful as it used to be
Why we don’t wait for evening to go out to play
Why friendship happen for a cause.
Why now the relations are made for self-interest.
Why we fear to be consider as a coward if we weep on getting hurt.
The answers of all above is :-- Now we have grown up, We have got matured.

but if growing up means to distract all those things which used to delight us or which were real delights then I just want kick this maturity into hell….
And want to shout “Why the hell we grown up”

Deciding to be a child by heart is the only thing which can make this world a beautiful place to live for u, for me and for our next generations......

( Generations hehehe..... dis time i sounds like Obama :)