The Deserted Water

Have you ever wandered to deep forest with only two of your friends , and the forest wild than than forest that exists in the world. Have you ever got kicked in the butt , and then scolded for letting that happen. Have you met with an accident, and your friends filled the hospital room with laughter, strong enough for you to be discharged un-treated. Have you planned everything on your friend's behalf , and then done childish acts to make them follow the plan. Have you went for a coffee with your friend's friend , and then forcing them to leave their date with the girl they were aiming to date , and make them come and sit you with. Have you ever went out delibrately without telling your friends , and taking air out of the wheels so that your friend leaves office and comes home to spend time with you. Have you ever decided for a 10PM movie at 9 PM with no chance of making it to threater by 10 , and forcing your friend to miss the most ancpitated movie. Have you driven a century Kms just to have a coffee because your friend said the name by mistake. Have you ever danced in the drenching rain with your friends. Have you spent a day with a special one making everything for her. Have you burst crackers in your hand. Have u taken a full cracker under your feet because your friend accidently lit it to protect her. Have you given your jacket in chill winter to already insulated friend with a worry she might get unwell. Have you been the last one to entry the reception party of close friend , and ended up washing dishes and contenting with sweet dish. Have you planned and never followed. Have you fought over for a 50 Paise coin with the shopkeeper for 2 hours. Have you spent your birthday in your friends birthday. Have you had a group hug everyday. Have you loved the way the princly treatment you got from your friends. Have you been humble in a relationship and yet so demanding. Have you made friends feel jealous of a type of friend you are. If answer to each of this question is yes , then you must surely be one of me . 

If not , carry on. 

Have you went on overnight trips with friends , and ended on wrong side of city. Have you planned an hour and spent three each time you had a tea break. Have you smoked the life out of you , and tension out of mind. Have you drank the problems with your life directly draining them with friends. Have you been alone in crowd , yet the centre of attraction. Have you had more than single to say you as his / her best friend ( i have a count of 8 who said so ) .... Have you helped and forgot. Have you helped and fogave . Have you helped and still remember. Have you loved someone and not told her . Has someone not loved you and told you. Have you shared a chocolate fantasy n number of times. Have you dared to look up in sky and point to Hunter constellation.

There are many things we need other than above to maintain a friendship. Opening a few points for all my friends who have asked me ... Ajit , this one goes specially for you ( you always will be as special to me , for you made me believe that i am correct in approach towards my friends )

•  Have you told all your friends they look best today , better than they looked yesterday 
  
• Give and Forgive 
• Lend a helping hand , not only to those who need , but to all your friends.
• Assure your friends you are always there , and back it up when time comes. 
• Never expect them to remember the help you did, its human nature for them to forget, but then a true friend would come back , and realise it later or sooner. 
• A small conversation once a week helps to nourish and deep the roots of friendship
• Accept the compliments as well as complaints alike from friends. With mistakes and critism we learn
• Dont think a friend is more special than other , and never ask any in your friends circle to compare your friends. I have been through this worst phase, (though lasted 10 sec ) but i still shrug on the question. 
• Say truth , and only truth to all your friends , or people you want to be friends with. 
• Lies has no life , broken mirrors hurt more than missing ones. 
• Create a alarm , and weekly calender to update them with what u do daily. 
• Try to loop them , chat to them ,drop mails , call them conference them , ask friends to update , stay in touch 
• TRUST ME .... make people trust you , and never break that. A broken trust is as bad as broken heart only with the difference heart can still be won back. 

And this post is titled deserted water , because i wanted to water the deserts of friends , to make us all a better person in future ... 

Comments appreciated . 

कहीं तो होगी ...

झिलमिलाते हुवे गगन टिमटिमाते हुए तारे , तेज़ चलते हुए इस सुनसान सी सड़क पर , शहर की टिमटिमाती चकाचौंध से दूर , उस आकाश के पास जाते हुए , कड़कती बिजली में मुझे एक तारा दिखा । पता है क्या था वोह , वोह थी एक याद , उस रात की जब हम सोये नही थे । चले जा रहे थे एक साथ आखिरी बार शायद , पर रुके रुके से कदम अपनी रफ्तार से चल रहे थे , और कहीं पर थामे तो मानो वक्त पर अपना व्यकितव्य छोड़ते चले गए । ऐसा गहरा था उस रात का एक एहसास , चाय पीने से उस सितारों भरी रात में जब हम सब रुके। मौत से एक कदम दूर खड़े उस जहाँ को चीख चीख कर, चिल्ला चिल्ला केर बोल रहे थे , की केर ले जो कुछ करना है ,पर हम नही रुकेंगे । हम चलेंगे , और हम चले । ख़ुद भगवान् की आँख जैसे हमारे जज्बे को देख केर नम हो गई होगी। एक तरफ़ थी मेरे प्रिंसी और दूरी तरफ़ । दूसरी तो कोई तरफ़ ही नही थी , हाँ नमिता थी । और नमिता और प्रिंसी के बीच में खड़ा था में , मुझे तो पहचान ही लिया होगा , दीपक और हिमांशु । कोई अन्तर है क्या हम दोनों में। मेरी टांग में था ग़ज़ब का दर्द , और उस सर्द रात में होश उदा देनी वाली हवाएं मदहोश केर रही थी। पर था सहारा मेरा अपना ख़ुद का ( हिमांशु और मेरे में कोई अन्तर नही है :) ) । इन राहो पर खड़े हम यह ही सोच रहे थे की कितना हसीं यह लम्हा है , एक बार उमर में मिले है सब । शायद थी भी वोह मेरे जाने से एक महीने पहेले की घटना जिसमें हम सब पिस गए , उस गेहूं की तरह जो पिछली दो सदी में पकी थी , सिर्फ़ इस दिन के लिए जब हम सब एक रंग हो जाएँ। बीमार प्रिंसी और बिंदास आशु , कहीं पर मस्ती से भरपूर सोमू थी तो कहीं विनम्र नमी । और यहाँ खड़ा था में , पूरी दुनिया पर राज करने के लिए । एक दीपक । कहाँ से लाऊं में वोह सब दोस्त वापस , कहाँ से लाऊं में वोह जुस्तजू , कहाँ से लाऊं में वोह दिन दिसम्बर का , कहाँ से लॉन वोह रात तारो भरी , और कहाँ मिलेंगी इतनी टूट ते तारे , कहीं तो मिलेंगे ही , तलाशा । बहुत तलाशा , इस सुनसान सड़क पर कड़कती बिजली में , और फ़िर मुस्कुरा दिया ... क्यूँ । क्यूँ नही । साथ ही तो चल रहे है मेरे यह सब। यादो में बसते है और आँखों में उतारते है । तुम्हारे लिए सपना , हमारे लिए हकीकत ।

Dil ka khoon

sahara liya tha meine jiska , jo tha saath mere ,
jiske liye mein thi , aur jo tha mere liye .
aaj jab peeth huyo uski taraf, uske mulayam haath panje ban gaye ,
samjha tha zulf suljhayega jo meri kabhi ,
tod di usne zanzeerein wafa ki .
pyaar tha mujhe usse , uski her baat se ,
her ada thi aankho ki tarah uski dilkash ,
teer chala diye dil per mere jitne bhi the ,
jaise bhi the uske tarkash mein.
dil ka khoon laal hota hai ,
wafa ka rang dekha nahi kabhi meine,
per be-wafayi ka bhi laal hota hai ,
beh jaati thi nadiya kabhi uski yaad mein ,
ab yaad nahi usko meri pal bhar bhi.
Waqt kerta shayad wafa , aur sunta meri sada ,
mujhse naraaz tha mera khuda ,
ya ba-khuda meine dil hi laga kkiya kaafir se ,
per agar tu hai hi aye mere khuda is duniya mein ,
to bata de kaafir kaise jeet gaya teri is ibadat per .
mein nahi jaanti ki tu kya kerta hai mere hum nafaz,
per her aayat per meine teri hi padhi hai namaaz,
aur kiye hai sajde tere hi naam ke umar bhar ,
na ja be-hairat ban ker is toote huwe dil से
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सहारा लिया था मैंने जिसका , जो था साथ मेरे ,
जिसके लिए में थी , और जो था मेरे लिए ,
आज जब पीठ हवी उसकी तरफ़ , उसके मुलायम हाथ पंजे बन गए ,
समझा था जुल्फ सुल्जायेगा जो मेरी कभी ,
तोड़ दी उसने जंजीरें वफ़ा की ।
प्यार था मुझे उससे , उसकी हर बात से ,
हर अदा थी आँखों की तरह उसकी दिलकश ,
तीर चला दिए दिल पर मेरे जितने भी थे ,
जैसे भी थे उसके तरकश में ।
दिल का खून लाल होता है ,
वफ़ा का रंग देखा नही कभी मैंने ,
पर बे-वफाई का भी लाल ही होता है ,
बह जाती थी नदिया कभी उसकी याद में ,
अब याद नही उसको मेरी पल भर भी ।
वक्त करता शायद वफ़ा , और सुनता मेरी सदा ,
मुझसे नाराज़ था मेरा खुदा ,
या बा-खुदा मैंने दिल ही लगा लिया काफिर से ,
पर अगर तू है ही ए खुदा इस दुनिया में ,
तो बता दे काफिर कैसे जीत गया तेरी इस इबादत पर ।
में नही जानती की तू क्या करता है मेरे हम-नाफाज़ ,
पर हेर आयत पर मैंने तेरी ही पढ़ी है नमाज़ ,
और किए है सजदे तेरे ही नाम की उमर भर ,
ना जा बे-गैरत बन केर इस टूटे हुए दिल से ।

कहीं तो होगी ....

झिलमिलाते हुवे गगन टिमटिमाते हुए तारे , तेज़ चलते हुए इस सुनसान सी सड़क पर , शहर की टिमटिमाती चकाचौंध से दूर , उस आकाश के पास जाते हुए , कड़कती बिजली में मुझे एक तारा दिखा । पता है क्या था वोह , वोह थी एक याद , उस रात की जब हम सोये नही थे । चले जा रहे थे एक साथ आखिरी बार शायद , पर रुके रुके से कदम अपनी रफ्तार से चल रहे थे , और कहीं पर थामे तो मानो वक्त पर अपना व्यकितव्य छोड़ते चले गए । ऐसा गहरा था उस रात का एक एहसास , चाय पीने से उस सितारों भरी रात में जब हम सब रुके। मौत से एक कदम दूर खड़े उस जहाँ को चीख चीख कर, चिल्ला चिल्ला केर बोल रहे थे , की केर ले जो कुछ करना है ,पर हम नही रुकेंगे । हम चलेंगे , और हम चले । ख़ुद भगवान् की आँख जैसे हमारे जज्बे को देख केर नम हो गई होगी। एक तरफ़ थी मेरे प्रिंसी और दूरी तरफ़ । दूसरी तो कोई तरफ़ ही नही थी , हाँ नमिता थी । और नमिता और प्रिंसी के बीच में खड़ा था में , मुझे तो पहचान ही लिया होगा , दीपक और हिमांशु । कोई अन्तर है क्या हम दोनों में। मेरी टांग में था ग़ज़ब का दर्द , और उस सर्द रात में होश उदा देनी वाली हवाएं मदहोश केर रही थी। पर था सहारा मेरा अपना ख़ुद का ( हिमांशु और मेरे में कोई अन्तर नही है :) ) । इन राहो पर खड़े हम यह ही सोच रहे थे की कितना हसीं यह लम्हा है , एक बार उमर में मिले है सब । शायद थी भी वोह मेरे जाने से एक महीने पहेले की घटना जिसमें हम सब पिस गए , उस गेहूं की तरह जो पिछली दो सदी में पकी थी , सिर्फ़ इस दिन के लिए जब हम सब एक रंग हो जाएँ। बीमार प्रिंसी और बिंदास आशु , कहीं पर मस्ती से भरपूर सोमू थी तो कहीं विनम्र नमी । और यहाँ खड़ा था में , पूरी दुनिया पर राज करने के लिए । एक दीपक । कहाँ से लाऊं में वोह सब दोस्त वापस , कहाँ से लाऊं में वोह जुस्तजू , कहाँ से लाऊं में वोह दिन दिसम्बर का , कहाँ से लॉन वोह रात तारो भरी , और कहाँ मिलेंगी इतनी टूट ते तारे , कहीं तो मिलेंगे ही , तलाशा । बहुत तलाशा , इस सुनसान सड़क पर कड़कती बिजली में , और फ़िर मुस्कुरा दिया ... क्यूँ । क्यूँ नही । साथ ही तो चल रहे है मेरे यह सब। यादो में बसते है और आँखों में उतारते है । तुम्हारे लिए सपना , हमारे लिए हकीकत ।

फिसलती ज़िन्दगी

फिसलती ज़िन्दगी और गुज़रते वक्त के साथ याद आया ,
तेरा साया जिस में गुजार देते थे पूरा दिन ,
दुपट्टा बन जाता था तेरा साया सर का मेरे ,
और जुल्फ देती थी छाया मेरी छाया को ,
हाथ बन जाते थे प्यार के बंधन ,
आज जब तेज़ धुप में अकेले निकला ,
तो बहुत याद आया ।

याद आया

रात को सोते हुवे एक आहात सी सुनाई दी ,
कम्बल को ज़ोर से लपेट कर सोने की कोशिश की ,
पर मुह से एक नाम निकला और नींद खुली,
किसी ने मेंरे मुह पर पानी छिड़क दिया था ,
पर था नही कोई यह शैतानी की मेरी आँख ने ,
भाई आज रात को आँख खुली तो तू बहुत याद आया ।

कहीं पर दोस्त तेरा साथ था ,
सुबह उठ केर तेरा चेहरा दीखता था ,
रात को सोते समय भी साथ तुम ही थे ,
ज़िन्दगी का हेर पल तेरी दोस्ती के लिए था ,
आज जब ख़ुद को तनहा राह पर देखा ,
तो वोह भाई का हाथ बहुत याद आया ।

करता आया हूँ गलतिया उमर भर से ,
एक दोस्ती तेरे से की थी मैंने कभी ,
सबसे बड़ा काम भी वोह ही था और गलती भी ,
आज जब गिरता हुवा भी गलती नही कर सकता ,
तो भाई तेरा सहारा बड़ा याद आया ।

साथ खाना खाया एक उमर भर ,
और भूखा भी रहा तेरे लिए मेरी जान ,
व्रत तक रखे की जिए तू मेरी भी एक ज़िन्दगी ,
रात उठ उठ के खाना भी बनाया ,
आज जब खाना छोड़ देते है एक वक्त का
भाई तेरा व्रत बड़ा याद आया ।

खेल खेलता था तू तड़प कर साथ मेरे ,
और हरा के रख देता था सबको ऐसे ही ,
और में साथ खड़ा मुस्कुरा देता तेरी जीत पर ,
आज उस खेल में जब में बन गया एक मोहरा ,
दोस्त तेरा खेल बहुत याद आया ।

दौडाते थे सड़क पर बाइक पूरी तेज़ी से ,
किसी से कभी नही हारे उस शहर में कभी कहीं ,
और आपस में हार जीत सोची नही कभी ,
आज जब इस तनहा शहर की दौड़ में अकेले दौड़ा ,
भाई तेरी MP -13 bahut yaad aayi .

ज़मीन से आसमा तक और अपने घर से सामने वाले तक ,
एक पूरी दुनिया एक नज़र में नाप लेते थे ,
एक शहर से दूसरे पलक झपकते होते थे ,
कहीं दिल जीते तो कहीं हड्डिया तोडी ,
फ़िर कहीं पर पलकों पर ख्वाब सजा के आए ,
आज वीराने शहर में तेरी नजरो से दिल जीतना चाहा ,
तो भाई तू बहुत याद आया ।

पूरी पूरी रात निकल जाती थी एक प्याले में ,
कभी रात गुज़री है हमने ठंडी सड़को पर भी,
और कहीं एक किस्से पर दिन गुज़रता था ,
कहीं रोये भी है साथ और बताये है दिल के टुकड़े तुझे ,
आज जब दिल टुकड़े टुकड़े हो गया ,
तो भाई तू बहुत याद आया ।
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यह पंक्तिया सिर्फ़ उन दो लोगो के लिए है , जो इनमे छुपी एक उमर तलाश सकते है ।
क्यूंकि आज जब तन्हाई में अपनी कमाई देखता हूँ ,
तू सिर्फ़ दोस्त ही नज़र आते है ।

खौफ्फ़ लगता है ...

खुदा से डरते हो तो थोड़ा और डरो ,
और नही डरते तो दोस्ती की इबादत करो ,
एक उमर बाद मिले कुछ दोस्त जो थे दोस्त से बढ़कर ,
जो रहते थे घर में कम और दिल में ज़्यादा ,
जिनके साथ पी मैंने सुबह की चाय और रात की हस्सी ,
जो न थे मेरे रिश्तेदार , ना मेरे हमदम ,
पर बन गए जो मेरे दिल की धड़कन ...
आज एक उमर गुज़र सी गई है ,
और याद नही जाती उनकी जो थे करीब दिल के ,
किसी के चेहरे की रौनक याद है , किसी की प्यारी हस्सी ,
और कोई थी ही इतनी हसीं की हसीना लगती थी ,
कोई इतनी समझ्धार की सबको लेकर चले साथ ,
तो किसी में बचपना भरा हुवा ,
कहीं तेज़ हवा का झोंका था , तो कोई मस्त मौला था ,
कोई चीनी की तरह घुल गया दोस्ती में ,
और कहीं कोई पिट भी गया प्यार में ,
कुछ तो शादी केर के निकल लिए ,
तो किसी ने तलाश लिया जीवन साथी ,
कहीं पर कोई गाना किसी की याद दिला देता है ,
तो कहीं सिनेमा का साथ है ...
पर जो बात इनमे में है वोह है नही कहीं ,
वोह रात को २ बजे चाय बनाना ,
भाई में बनाता हूँ तुम बैठो ,
और छोड़ आएगा दीपक सुबह ७ बजे ,
वोह अँगरेज़ देख के सलीम फेंकू को याद करना ,
तो कहीं अपने सैफ का स्टाइल ,
वोह न फ स के लंबे सफर ,
नही भूलती है मुझे सुबह ४ बजे की गपशप ,
न भूलती है सुबह ६ बजे खाना हल्का फुल्का खाना ,
और न ही भूलती है वोह डरावनी रात का बाना ,
तो याद है दीपक जी के घर का हवन ,
कहीं कुछ नही भूला है यह लड़का ,
जाने तू या जाने ना देखकर आया था साथ तेरे ,
और आज तक तू साथ है मेरे ,
चाहे जाने तू या जाने ना ,
कहीं ऐसा न हो की में भूल जाऊँ ,
वोह लम्बी लम्बी ई-मेल के सिलसिले ,
वोह पेट्रोल पम्प के किस्से ,
वोह सी सी दी की काफ़ी ,
और टर्मिनल की चाय ,
कहीं भूल न जाऊँ में ,
वोह लम्बी बातें , वोह लंबे सफर ,
वोह उमर से ज़्यादा घेहरी यादें ,
वोह मुझ से ज़्यादा में ....
खौफ्फ़ लगता है की कहीं भूल न जाऊँ में ,
कहीं भूल न जाए तू ...
कहीं हम भूल न जाए एक दूसरे को ...
डर लगता है दोस्त मेरे ....

ढलता दिन और तेरी याद ....

ढलते दिन में शाम होने के साथ किसी की याद आती है ,
डरते हैं नाम लेने से उसका की कहीं नज़र न लगे उससे ,
चाय का सहारा था वोह मेरी जब भी पीने बुलाती थी ,
काम छोड़ के उसके पास पहुंच जाता था जिसकी याद आती है ...


दिन ढलता है आज भी , और आज भी शाम होती है ,
चाय भी बनती है दोस्त भी मिलते है ,
पर वोह हसी , वोह काम में फसी ,
वोह मीठी सी मुस्कराहट लिए सामने बैठी एक परी ,

अब नही मिलती चाय के साथ शाम के बाद ...

दिन ढल रहा है , और हो रहा है वक्त पीने का ,
मचल रहा है दिल फ़िर उससे मिलने को ,
फ़िर से उमर रही है दिल में तरंगे उसके ख्याल से ,
जी उठा हूँ फ़िर में तेरे एहसास aसे ,
पूछते है मुस्कुरा के मेरे दोस्त यह अक्सर ,
क्यूँ मुस्कुरा जाता है प्याली को देखकर ,

एक प्याले चाय में जो है तेरी तस्वीर छुपी ,
पर शायद नही समझेंगे तेरे अक्स को जिसमे मेरी जान है बसी ....

शाम ढल रही है और हो रहा hai वक्त ,
अब न जाने तुझे में याद भी हूँ की नही ,
अभी भी वोह ५:२२ से ५:५३५ से बीच का घंटा याद है ,
और ६ बजे टर्मिनल पर चाय का कौपौन लेकर रखना ,
वोह तेरी दही पूरी भी याद है और चाय के दो तीन दौरे भी ...
और याद है मुझे वोह तेरा चाँद लम्हों पहेले आ जाना ,
फ़िर जल्दी में चाय पी केर बस के लिए जाना ....

लंबा वक्त हो गया शायद , पर किसी ने कुछ बताया नही ,
उमर गुज़र गई पर लगता है रूह वहीँ जम गई ,
उस्सी शाम की चाय ने केर दिया बेबस आज हमने इतना ,
की चाय का प्याला होठो तक आता तो है ,
पुराने लम्हे याद दिलाता तो है , पर नही होता नशा चाय में ,
नही होता नशा अब चाय में चाय का ,
यादो ने बेचारी चाय का वोह हक भी चीन लिया ...

याद तो हेर प्याले में हम आयेंगे ही ,
रूह छोड़ के आए है हम उन्ही वीरानो में अपनी ,
भटकी है जहाँ चाय की तलाश में दोस्त मेरी ,
मिलती है आज भी शानदार चाय उसको वहीँ पर ,
और एहसास रहता होगा कहीं पर ,
पलट के देखना ए दोस्त कभी ,
हम भी उस्सी प्याले में मुस्कुराते मिलेंगे .....

Accept me as I am

Accept me as I am-
I have no guarantee.
A claim to perfection I have not.
Perfect I cannot be.
I, like you.....am human.
Prone to make mistakes.
Failure is not a character flaw,
Just a part of the human makeup.
I live, I laugh and I also learn.
My knowledge is incomplete.
I am searching all the time,
in waking hours as well as sleep.
I have a long road to travel,
as well as you do.
We learn our lessons on the way.
Wisdom we shall acrue.
Accept me as I am
Because I am ....me.
And You are you.
No one like me in the world.
That is my only guarantee.

God Bless ....

PS: For those who still have not accepted me ... accept me as i am , else i will change for u ...  ... do comment if u like this crap above

Mornin i opened my eyes ...

this morning when i openned my eyes
..i could feel ur love around..
this morning when i looked up to the sky
.. i could see u in the clouds..
this morning when the breeze touched my cheeks
..i could feel ur kiss..
this morning when the wind embraced me
.. i could feel ur bliss..
this morning when my eyes were wet
.. i could feel the pain u had..
this morning when i smiled
..i could feel u being so happy n mad..
this morning when i missed you
.. i could feel that you care..
this morning when i wanted to luv u
...i wish you could be here..

(this is written by Ashu )

The Lonely Tea

Have you ever thought that preparing a cup of Tea could be painful. Worse. First time in my life , i was looking at the boiling vessel , and thinking it was me single who had to gulp it down the throat. I still miss the time when even at 1 AM i used to prepare a cup of hot boiling tea and still have friends to share. There is no Ajit to stop me drinking 10 cups of tea / day , and still go on competition for another cup  of tea. There is no more Himanshu to say No to tea, and then ask for a share in two cups though made.

lemme come back , tea is nearly going to boil. 

Back. 

The sugar i have again forgotton to add. And then i will again be lazy to get one. I still remember most of the times when tea was prepared, it was Ajit to serve, and me will spill it. The kitchen here is more sophesticated , and i have to fight to make a cup of tea. But i dont like this, i like my kitchen in 1085 more. i like to drink the cup of T , but not like this. 

Tea is one thing which i associate to all of my bangalore friends, and come down with it all the memories of time. Lets remember a few of them , from the night tea , to those early morning sips. And those tea on tea on that Coorg morning. When the Tea flowed liked river Ganges .Tea is also associated to evening sips with Namita , which i remember daily @ 5 PM , and sorry girl if u sneeze at that time. 

This is most uncharacterstic post , i dont have an idea what i have penned down , the tea is over and so is my urge to write on. The Tea was wonderful as always , esp with all the memories that single cup carries with it 

A friend Wishes ....

So, guys and gals
these are the little things i wish for you
to see you through the short rainy days
that promises of bright sunny days ahead....

So, guys and gals
these are the little things i wish for you
to show you the missed stunning silverlining
that basks us in its warming glow tomorrow....

So, guys and gals
these are the little things i wish for you
to see your bright and cheerful faces
that stays so till the dawn of the new year....

I want to ...

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For ashu..

I can see that light again....

I can feel that sight again...

Those dreams that were broken that day...

Those memories that faded away...

I can feel them all again.....

I can sense that love again...

I can dare dream again...

I can be madly in love again...

You've brought back the hopes...

You've brought back that luv..

You've brought the feel of belongingness...

You've brought back the happiness in my life..

I wish to cherish my dreamz with you..

I wish to be yours ..and you to be mine...

I wish to live with you...

and ....I wish to love you loads....

Ashu :)

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Nandi Hills Revisited

It was a second trip to Nandi , but it was not on bike. It was TT ,and with close friends , I have shared some personal space. I just had hoped the trip will be one of the finer ones , but the effect of the first one is still too mystifying. We biked all the way to Nandi with Somu and Shruti , but due to lack of time had to return early.

This time the time constraint still pronounced we decided to move at 2 AM , and true to our words ( possibly the first time) ,we started off at time. It was nearly full moon lit night, and we started off to the Nandi. Ashu was the first to join us in TT , followed by others. Soumya, Dheera, Neha came in. Then last stack was Namita and Princy, more surprised than we reaching on time rather being excited. The TT flew off to the Nandi , but stopped mid-way for some personal reason of driver.

The music DVD did not read this time , and the driver had put on certain south Indian songs , which were stopped on request. Then , we stopped for Tea. It was a bit cold , and there were many boys outside , so we asked the girls to stay inside TT , and they had cosy tea indoors while the guys had hot warm tea in middle of windy road.

Then around a few Kms up the uphill track we decided to stop , just like that.

And we went out. Just a few minutes and we were well up the small boundary on the periphery of the hill , with no protection , and light of moon lighting all the way. We were middle of a silent night , facing a very beautiful hill and as I would say it , you see life in best shades standing on verge of death. The breeze was gentle , and temperature must just be clocking double digits in Celsius . And I decided to  challenge the death of night. With Chu Chu on my left side , we shouted “ Mar Javaaaaa …..” and trust me , death would have run away for life. And with me and Chu chu on one side , come the world and we will show you. The echo was strong enough that it came back to us.

Princy can justify it , and when we all shouted , nothing came back.

There is something called as resonance , compatibility and above all , the sense of WE. A sudden streak in the sky , green –blue shade was noticed. A Shooting star , and we shouted in joy. We all held together , and a sense of being together send across an aroma that was powerful enough to break a thousand stars. The stars kept on felling for the night into the morning light. It was our day , and we would wish and it will come true. We saw a lot of constellations , a time from my past re-visited. I wanted to see the Hunter, the red blue star combination.

The space shared with my diamond , and here Himanshu shares the same space. It was then a month before I left for Infosys , and this is here when a month before Himanshu and me see it. I will tell hunter to deliver my message to the Gods above that this hunter is ready for the next ride , next exploration , and as a symbol to move on , I will be moving on. Then we started singing the song , one from Jo Jeeta who hi sikander, “ Phela Nasha phela khumaar,naya pyaar hai naya interzaar , ker loon mien kya apna haal , aye dil-e-bekarar , mere dil –e- beqarar tu hi bata    . Udta hi firun in hawaon mien kahin , ya mein jhool jaun in ghatao mein kahin, ik ker doon aasmaaa aur zameen , kaho yaaro kya Karun kya nahi …    and I wanted time to halt. It was indeed the first

love experience when vocal chords just added tones to the words coming straight from hearts , finding the way into each other. The sense of friendship , the bond was in cast , deep , deeper and deepest in each passing moment in this night.

 It was not that it  was not special to all , but for me , I can feel the Indian air right through my windpipe , as my soul telling me to look ahead. You will see the God , I tried , didn’t see any. Then as magic one would say , I saw a magical eye formation in the hill top in front of my eyes. Many saw that. Then I turned back, and the thing I wanted to share with Himanshu only was overtaken by my instincts and to all my so so special friends , I told them the secret. You guys know why I made that red and blue star , for each time in my life when I will see the hunter I will remember you , and hope each time you see the Hunter constellation ( Orion) , you will not remember class IX science book , but this wonderful moment when we all shared a part of life together.

When we spent a few moments together which no one can take away , one wish which we all had while the stars shot across the sky like Diwali crackers. What if we didn’t carry the crackers , God has his way to welcome us. A song was followed by second to third. “Kaise Jiya tere bin” started on Ashu’s cell , and we all sung in chorus. We were scripting a new dimension to Friendship in the middle of night to run through our veins for end of life. While I write this sentence , there is a shiver in my spine , and chill ran down my senses , as I was lost in the same dark night. Never seen a day so bright as the well illuminated dark night it was. As I always say , words are failing me to express the expression on our faces. As I held himanshu’s hand after Mar java , it was feeling of two brothers. The hug before we just left was just another white brick in the monumental Taj our friendship has evolved over a period of ages now. It must be half an hour and we all lived one more life , a separate one. One in which silence music , shooting stars and loud cheers acted as hot metal worked on by cold water to cast it to irreparable bond. We all were special as we are, and will always remain same. Himanshu decided to take me down , and Ajit came running it , for favor cant be one sided , and nothing we can do single handed, not because we CANT but because we know the feeling of WE is infinity times stronger than that smallest complete sentence in English language “I”.

We were back in TT , relishing the just passed phased, many of us were smiling to ourselves while a few others started singing. It was an emotion , and I had known we are weaved in a knit of friendship which possibly won’t be broken by any for eternity.

The trip was already growing heavy for many of us, at least for me , if not anyone else. I just wanted it to go forever. The TT was requested to stop for one more time, just a few hundred meters , and we found a another point. The point was again a wonderful spot but stinking smell refrained many from sitting. A dangerous place to say the least but we lay down. Me and Himanshu joined by Ajit and later on by Ashu. But the exotic smell drove us back. And then it was an uphill , and we all ran.

Ran like free birds , birds of same feather going on to have one memorable outing to be remembered , to be captured , to be shot and showed, to be scanned in the brains for a long time. TT was now at Nandi Hills.

The first vision of the Nandi noticed was a lot of people and groups have accumulated. Then there was another sight , the counter is not opened. The sun is on verge of rising , and there is no one to open the door. Utilize the time for a stroll , where Ajit repeated his incidence of him and Saurabh( one of his close friends he misses very much, honestly) taking picture with a bull. Where they went at lengths to take the pic. Dheera was witness to some of the old Deepak attitude, but thankfully he overcame them easily. Then we all headed back to ticket counter which was open and we ran into for a quick first cum first serve basis. In the corner were me , neha , dheera , somu , namita and princy. The air was still cold getting colder with passing seconds , and I was here in my Delhi best, offering my jacket to the shivering girl on the right. She denied it, but gladly accepted after a few seconds. Tickets in hand , and josh in hearts we started to the Nandi. The most awaited destination. As we shouted and moved to the hills , the main door was locked. And we shouted , and so did so many of groups, they had to , we had half a dozen of most beautiful girls in the gang. We then proceeded to the gate which the gate-keeper promptly open. He had opened the lock and we were the first ones to enter the Nandi Hills. We walked through the same lane again. The place last time had looked majestic for the sunshine which came piercing through the trees. My last memories were broken by people running uphill to see the view. There were two paths , one in more haunted woods and other in open. Well , coming for sunrise view, woods might just not be a good option. We moved to periphery for a good view and then was another view. We went to same spot and stood up on the wall. The pain in leg had still not subsided and needed good help from friends to climb it. For a few pix refreshed the previous one. We all stood like kings and then suddenly there was a  voice , sun might just rise. All forgot and ran to the direction where sun rays would come. And we had to follow. Me , Ajit , Namita and Princy at back while Ashu was somewhere in middle. Not sure where , but Somu and Neha were running fast, as if to catch the sun before we can have a shot. Anyhow , they had to wait in woods for us to join. To Namita and Princy who were careful most of the times I was not left behind. They would skip a few steps to enable me to walk with them. But the uphill was right there. Had to climb the hill. AJ also ran , and so did everyone else. Ashu waited there , as we had a few pix and then moved on. Reaching the top where sun was no where in picture but it was our day. It has to come out. Well, he did not , but since we are here , we don’t care. We all shouted at top of voices , laid on icy cliffs, cuddled together and had a great time together at top of world , I mean hills. The cheer was louder than any microphone ever installed , the chemistry showed , and even the shy sun just came out of mist to have a look at the wonderful group which has come to Nandi. He tried hard, but to evade the pearl of friendship, and new face of fun was also unbearable to the Chariot of Light. He tried to do a sneak peek , but we saw him. Someone did snap a picture of the thief , hiding behind fog to participate in the gang. Then it was game, like hide and seek. We would keep our pose and cameras ready , and he would come and go. More often  we won , sometime he did. He grew big in size, for first time I was not able to hold it in my hand, for first time its light was more soothing than morning city sun. I wanted to ask him , if he can stay like this forever. A cute sun, which I can look upto and talk. Which will be my friend. I have over a period of few hundred years taken the pictures of sun in its full glory, and more than often I ended with a black spot, but this time it was orange. It did not look angry but playful like us. This time I liked you. This time I know you like me , in fact , I know Mr. Sun , you liked us. You have like the shooting stars blessed us with luck for future , as your son.

With each passing moment, the clock ticked , and then we decided to move on. I had a sense of satisfaction of capturing Sun first thing in the morning. And more happy was I that I sitting at top of the world knew he can see me much better than he ever saw me. And I am sure ,each time from now on , when he wakes up and visits Nandi Hills, he must spare a look to the most wonderful group to rock the rocky mountain. Don’t worry, we will all come again. Moving on, to the end of one side of cliff , where slippery rocks were abundant, but our feet were firm. We went to the edge. And then came in daring Somu to put a foot to the limits. She had gone to limits , and enjoyed every bit possible. Princy and Namita sat on a rock for sometime. After capturing all the glory in eyes , we decided to explore more. Namita stood up, and Princy was still sitting. “ Fevicol ka mazboot jod hai, tootega nahi” , and then we made an observation, that a small tilt and she would go rolling down. This scare was more than enough for her to get up and get rolling.

“Omelet , Maggi and Tea”, came a sound from somewhere and we all rushed to the call of the tea. A few more metres , and there was a temple. Ajit and me remembered this temple since last time ,when we saw something we didn’t like. Well, then we have decided to by-pass same. But this time Neha insisted she would give it a visit , and so if one goes, all follows. Somu decided to stay out on a logical reasoning, and on her insistence , all went alone. The lanes had a pugent smell , but then as I entered the main compound, we saw a big pole, possibly used as a solar clock. But how does they find time when sunshine is not present for most part of day. The people have watches. And here we were informed temple opens at 10 AM , so we let the God sleep and went ahead. There were Namita, Princy, Dheera , Himanshu in front of some small temple. After people prayed , as we were again to depart from the place, there was a sight of pond. People leaving were called back, esp the ones who are in most hurry to run. The steps lead to a small pond , which on first sight seemed to have pure water , but that was a dream short lived. The water was hot , a mirage when in freezing temperatures walking bare foot for few hundred meters, anything would be warm. Finally the next stop MAGGI …. TEA …. EGGS ….

The stall was not very far, and in flick of eye we were in the open shade of Nandi , covered with a thin green net type material. The order was placed , as the confusion always was. For a group of 9, 7 Maggi , 9 Tea, 6 Omelet. This was just the starting. The time has stopped, or we were running. Another one when we sat together, THIS IS NANDI HILLS. This was first time when the feeling had to sink. And then Deepak presented Namita and Namita with a T-Shirt (each a piece). Well , came in first order, and this fellow , Mr. Deepak who had done most of the shouting for no Maggi for him was having Ajit’s Maggi, as Ajit was too busy cleaning up Himanshu’s plate. Soumya was busy taking ownership of Dheera’s tea , while Princy was shifting the green chillies to Namita ( it was actually beans which she realized after finishing the plate). Ashu seemed to be too busy deciding whether to eat bread or the Omelet. Also her one spoon of Maggi from neighours was the only thing more prolonged than the order list we gave. Then another round of Tea and other stuff. This time Deepak took custody of extra tea ,which he shared with Namita, despite repeated protests from the rival camps trying to eye our precious tea. The bill of 550 grands was a bit surprise for a group as we are, was not the first time neither unexpected. Paying the bill and moving out, the waiter asked us to wait till the amount was cleared. Well , I paid more than the bill amount, but he was worried of the some extra. And he got it.

Next was Nandi Bull Temple , possibly the hill getting the name because of same, or because of hill name, a temple built. I don’t know and I don’t even care. As we moved out , it started to drizzle. In the cold air, when Sun has left us behind on other side of the mountain , we were left facing the hard rain. But did I not tell you , the majestic power of friendship , and its intensity was strong to make a thousand stars break. And same thing happened, another fulfilled wish.Somu started singing a beautiful song , joined by me. But Ajit and Himanshu get missing. All went ahead , but Ashu stopped for them. And then Deepak and Ashu looked for them. They soon came , and we were back on track to the unprotected boundary of slippery rocks and broken walls, possibly broken to let us enjoy the beauty because it seemed distinct possibility the English attack at Tipu’s tenure were strong enough to shoot it down.

( to be continued … ) 

Ear Phones Stolen

Ear Phones Stolen

There was a time I was in Pune,
And saw those Bose earphones to tune,
Listened and fell in love to quality so pure,
Wanted to own those expensive set for sure.

The cost too high to afford ,
And house advance broke my music mode ,
Took a cheaper set to music road ,
With vow to get the high end ones music node.

And came Diwali pleasant to speak ,
Wrapped in came a gift from brother of mine ,
A san Disk high end earphone set so fine ,
And born in me was music freak .


Went here and there , and everywhere ,
To whomsoever it may concern my dream is here ,
Clarity so fine, pleasant and surprise to share ,
I finally did a dare .



Wanna do some e-learning and brought to place,
My cubicle the earphone signed loved brother so grace,
As pure as white as sound quality was a shiny glaze ,
Missing it goes in morning today



Called the security and reports the theft,
The personnel tries to tell none dared to touch even left ,
Insistence let the complaint filed and me in sorrow sight,
My dream is stolen and so is the gift.



The next hour was pain though ,
And new one would cost a fortune through ,
Saw ones resembling mine in a desk so new ,
It will take courage to ask about my ear phones she knew.



With love for the gift ,
And the courage renewed ,
I went and found its mine so fine ,
And goes down in drain the respect till date.


I got the ear-phones back and was sad still ,
May be I should have not found them ,
For The respect in fellow colleagues would there be still,
And would have reverted to cheaper still.


There are many a earphones to be laid hands on ,
And taken to home and sold for ten bucks possibly on ,
But each carries a tag more than a few hundreds ,
Few sentiments , few emotions and few memories to bid on