Monday, November 5, 2007
Being cherubic...
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Khuda ka shukra hai...
Khuda ka shukra hai varna gujarti kaise shaam - 2
sharaab jisne banaayi (use hamara salaam) - 2 ) - 3
ye jeete ji hi karati hai sair jannat ki - 3
isiliye hi to shayad hui sharab haraam - 2
sharab jisane banayi (use hamara salam) - 2
khuda ka shukra hai varna gujarti kaise shaam
ye maikhana hai yaha ka nizaam ultaa hai - 3
jo ladkhada na saka peeke ho gaya badnaam - 2
sharab jisane banayi (use hamara salam) - 2
khuda ka shukra hai varna gujarti kaise shaam
sharab itani sharifaana cheez hai aalam - 3
ke peeke aadami sach bolta hai subhaho sham- 2
sharab jisane banayi (use hamara salam) - 2
khuda ka shukra hai varna gujarti kaise shaam
I am still in the trance.....
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Mystery.. Or just plain Ignorance??
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Quietness...
What is it that they are walking upto - or rather walking away from? Why do their faces gleam with merriment, but their souls so empty? Why do they walk as if, they are in deep slumber?
And then the sum of it all, percolates, as I take a turn on the long stretched 100 feet road. With barely any belongings, clinging to her heart, I see her. I see her everyday, at the same spot. Her old age has long before defeated her body. With a wrinkled face, half broken glasses, she calls for alms. Her voice is no match for the din of her surroundings. Once in a while someone throws a penny here and a penny there. And I wonder, at the paradox of life unfolding before me. Paradox between the haves and the have-nots!!!
My heart has thousand questions about her. What fate would have brought her here? Would her children must have thrown her out in her old age? Would she have lost her way in the crowd? Would she be suffering from some life-threatening disease and left by her very own people here to die? Does she really deserve this fate at her age? Or is it just her 'karma' playing it's part?
Deep as I may allow my heart to dig about her, my mind shields away any 'charitable thought'. In the most extraordinary way, my mind - always - wins over!!!
This quietness only makes me more uncomfortable. I have tried avoiding myself to take that route - but my feet invariably takes me there, everyday. And this quietness grows!!!
Something inside me has died forever.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
For my 'special friends'...
The train was scheduled to leave only at 5.55 p.m. I had completed my work at about 4.00 at Kalyan and caught the slow local to Diva. It was well, almost more than an hour's wait that the train was due. Being a junction, Diva has about 5 platforms, most of them being empty most of the times. Diva-Vasai local was to leave from platform no.4. I crossed over the over-bridge and sat on the steps at platform No. 4, giving me a magnificent view of trains passing by. Except for a few people, the station looked empty and deserted.
I took few long walks along the length and breadth of the platform measuring the extremes a couple of times. When I turned back to return for one last time before the train arrived, I saw the two of them coming towards me.
Dressed in their school uniforms, they walked at a brisk pace, they seemed eager to reach home. Both of them kept smiling. I guessed they had a wonderful day at school. When they reached close enough to me to speak, one of the two showed me the wrist watch and moved his hand in an expression of enquiring about the time of the train. When I told them about it, they had a look of dejection, but the very next moment, one of them smiled and took the other's hand in his own and said in a language that only the two could understand. Instantenously, his friend's face gleamed with joy. The very next moment, I understood that both could not speak.
It was a moment for which I was not prepared. There they were the two of those special children of God, who talked for the next two hours, in their own sign language!! What were the course of their conversation, I tried to guess a couple of times, but could simply not decipher. For the next two hours, I watched their hearts speaking to each other, radiating warmth and love of their special friendship for each other. They, in their own special way, reached out to me, when one of the two offered me snacks that he had carried with him. When, I thanked them with a smile, they accepted it with a smile in return.
I have never felt so helpless. I have never felt so thankful to the Almighty. It was just not a coincidence that we had two hours of our life's journey together. It was much much more. Words fail me to express what I felt in those two hours (and few days that followed). I was a bit shaken up for having taken so many things and so many people in my life for granted. Only when I think of the challenges that those two lads would be facing day in and day out, do I realise how I take life for granted!!!
They were special 'friends' that walked through my life. I do not know, whether I would ever meet them again. I would ever be grateful to them for having me taught life's most important lessons - without even uttering a single word- in their own special way!!!
I would always remember their radiant smiles when they waived me good bye, (both of them, holding a thumbs-up sign for me) - for one last time - before they disappeared in the madding crowds of Vasai station.
Thank you 'friends' for coming into my life. I am humbled!!!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
...and it read thus....
".......So many things in my heart that i would love to say. the conceiving part always gets over the incubation period is superbly dealt with but it as at the time of delivery is that all my efforts fail.
Just a small example to prove this. i am currently reading Kane and Able by jeffrey Archer. can not relate? Prior to this I was reading Earnest Hemmingway's 'old man and the sea.' Still can not relate? I read the little prince, life beyond death, etc etc too. Now can you relate? No? Try now. I had a bookmark, which passed from one book to other constantly, keeping pages and do not know what not for me. Still Couldn't make out what i mean? Well then I must describe the bookmark. The bookmark isn't a postcard with scenery on it. Nor is it card strip with a lovely quote, nor is it a picture of my beloved....... . Just a few folded sheets of paper. I have not dared to open them but I know its not blank. I do not know why but whenever I look at it I get a feeling something that must not be revealed lies inside. But sometimes I feel its just waiting for me to reveal it. Sometimes I feel it is better not to dig the buried. Sometimes I feel that what is buried is still not dead but alive and awaits to breathe. (But this is not possible I had myself seen the ashes). But I must say whatever it is it depends on me and waits for me. It silently persuades me. When I deny, it rebels, sometimes(it has mastered the art of understanding the situation and rebels only when I am alone). But then I think what good it would do to anybody if it were brought out. But then again I think of 'phoenix'. Could it be the newborn? Must be (I sometimes hear the infant like cries). Or is it what I call the 'dead' itself.the phone just buzzed and it was you.
whatever it is but you can be sure of this that it will not go to the other books after this. nor is it going to keep pages for me in 'Kane & Able'. oh! i forgot to tell you one important thing. once few days back i had dared to look through the folds of the pages. i could manage to read the first line. It read 'dear Samir Bhaiya. ........"
