Zaarti

It's  a day spent well and just before my plan of sleeping, I let my mind free. This is the moment when my otherwise shackled, quiet and tamed mind gallops backward to the aisle which was crossed playing, giggling, crying, imagining, loving and living as a child. Those  were  the times of sheens and shines, we laughed frequently and laughed till we cried. Craze was such we collected wrappers, bottle caps, broken bangles and all that was junk. Where did the happiness come from, later, I shall debunk. We wore dresses till they were torn slightly, we smiled, got them mended by mom and wore till it was torn again. We never regretted the power cut, for it presented the candlelight dinners. We enjoyed alot the stories and lessons coming along. Repeat versions later on some other days were as good the 1st ones. It was known good then, to be beaten by at least one. If it was not mom, dad could have been the don. We are now gentle men and women but back then, we were l

It teaches you a lot with each try, you do it once, you do it twice and then you master it in some time. It says nothing, but you hear it aloud. Sound of efforts, sound of falls, sometimes little, tiny sound of the drops of sweat and hope and at times it’s your own gasp for the air you breathe. How can you forget the loudest of all? The sound of Silence! But, who has the time? There are roads filled with pits, pits are filled with mud and filth, you saw it none and fell. Took little time to get up and another moment to reflect. Smiled at the fall, saw it on the reflection of watery mud. Pulled your hair back, tied your shoes tight and piled your bag again on your back. For you don’t have time to waste. What you long is yet to come, far away the miles you are yet to run. It hurts a lot and pains like hell, you still believe it shall surely be well. There are times when you are alone and find none, but then, salvation is conquered when you

Hey! Thank you Gentleman "Driver of Red Car." Just like any other day apprehensions hovered my head, if I could do it... should I move step by step or just run like crazies and try my luck if I can cross past the road without getting hit? Oh yes, these are the very feelings I get while crossing the roads. After many such step by step efforts, half the road is crossed and wait...what is this? I find myself running back. Right to the edge I started from... I am observing each one of those vehicles, some in speed, some crawling and some confused- riding like snakes and some glaring just to turn us blind (what else?) and The Panic mongers- how can we forget this species found on all kind of roads. Just trying to gauge their speed and then analysing the chances of crossing the road without being hit and feeling so poor… so poor to not to have such 4 wheel monster myself…  In any such instance my activist plus revolutionary plus visionary hormones are on a high… Whil

These days m frequenting between good thoughts & bad thoughts. At once I am on hill top, next m lost in some dark, never ending tunnel... mornings are as if I m the sun myself. Awake to the glories & in just half an hour, I shall find myself finding some corner to lean on to... they say these are the mood swings... I call these the genuine side effects of sleep deprivation & finding your self drenched in the showering responsibility coming along with the bliss of baby birth. on one such day... while I am feeding my baby who is still in sleep, I have a severe pain in my leg & have such a swollen mood as if i have 100 durga khote type mother in laws, where the fact is utter different, that my MIL was not anything closer to durga khote, let apart being equivalent to 100s of them & to my fate she is no more. So I have an intense pain in my leg, all the stress in world, swollen mood & to top it sleep deprivation & that is when I am lamely praying God with my eyes

My phone rings at 9:00 am in morning & I have two choices; to check who it is or continue sleeping. I chose to check who it is calling while still sleeping. it's an un known number & again, I have 2 choices to make, to take the call or to keep sleeping. I chose to take the call, as it's my birthday. Intention was to just accept the birthday wishes with sweet, simple & most importantly; short conversation. (These days I m dwindling between the options of doing something or sleeping, as I m highly sleep deprived due to the erratic schedule of my lil baby.) But the moment I knew who it is, I just wanted to talk, talk & talk. she was my childhood sweety. What we spoke is not important. How I felt is important. ama'zing it was ! Nostalgia it is. Things have changed today, but back then when we were little loafers, roaming on that straight road for 0.64 km from her home to my home daily for many times a day, for no intense, necessary reason, was the most im

Aadya ki pehli race Sochti hu... Ki nanhe bachhon ki kataar jo khadi hai jeewan ki Pehli race ke liye, Kya in nanhe bachho me spardha ya pratispardha ka bhaaw hota hoga?? Kya wo ye soch kar bhagte honge ki unhein jeetna hai? Kya Baaki ke bachhe ye soch kar udaas hote honge ki koi Aur un se aage jaa nikla Aur jeet Gaya... Kya wo apni haar ki wazah ko Khud mehsoos karte honge... ??? Mera dil kehta hai ki daud ke shuru hone wali lakeer se Pehle ye bache anjaan hote honge jeet, haar, eershya ya pratispardha se. Bas apni sfoorti, apni mad- masti Aur urja se daudte honge...  Fir ek bachha finishing line ko sabse Pehle paar kar jata hoga... Aur taliyaan goonj uthti hongi... Bachha dekhta hoga ki Sab kitne Khush hain... Maa- Baap- shikshak- dost Sab garv se dekh rahe hain... Aur wo bachha jeet ka swaad chakh leta hai. Baki Sab bachhe apni apni shreni ke hisaab se haar, eershya, Dukh, jeetne ki prerna ya dost ki jeet par khushi ka swaad chakh lete hain... Aur kul Mila ke ye unhein unke daudne

Aaine me dekhkar apni hi balaaein le leti hu... Kahin sabko na pata chal jaye ki main to ishq samandar me Bahut gehre me utar aayi hu... aur fir nazar lagte kahaan der lagti hai? Khair... main to ishq samandar me bahut gehre me utar aayi hu... Doobne mein sukoon bhi Bahut hai aur khatra bhi barabar ka hai.