गुलज़ार के प्रेमचंद

Its really nice to read gulzar’s thought on Munshi ji…Most of the stories of Munshi Premchand was in my school syllabus.. and almost all the the stories has same deplorable end.

Agar Munshi ji ke shabdo main kahe to har kahani un-suna sa dard chod jaati thi..main humesha sochta tha ki yeh ..aisa mukhye kirdar ke saath hi kya hota hai…

And today I found same feel in gulzar’s thought…Gulzar’s expressions are awesome.. the way he expressed.. I don’t think no one else can do…


'प्रेमचंद की सोहबत तो अच्छी लगती है
लेकिन उनकी सोहबत में तकलीफ़ बहुत है...
मुंशी जी आप ने कितने दर्द दिए हैं

हम को भी और जिनको आप ने पीस पीस के मारा है
कितने दर्द दिए हैं आप ने हम को मुंशी जी

‘होरी’ को पिसते रहना और एक सदी तकपोर पोर दिखलाते रहे हो
किस गाय की पूंछ पकड़ के बैकुंठ पार कराना था
सड़क किनारे पत्थर कूटते जान गंवा दी
और सड़क न पार हुई, या तुम ने करवाई नही

‘धनिया’ बच्चे जनती, पालती अपने और पराए भी
ख़ाली गोद रही आख़िर कहती रही डूबना ही क़िस्मत में है
तोबोल गढ़ी क्या और गंगा क्या

‘हामिद की दादी’ बैठी चूल्हे पर हाथ जलाती रही
कितनी देर लगाई तुमने एक चिमटा पकड़ाने में‘

घीसू’ ने भी कूज़ा कूज़ा उम्र की सारी बोतल पी ली
तलछट चाट के अख़िर उसकी बुद्धि फूटी
नंगे जी सकते हैं तो फिर बिना कफ़न जलने में क्या है
‘एक सेर इक पाव गंदुम’, दाना दाना सूद चुकाते
सांस की गिनती छूट गई है

तीन तीन पुश्तों को बंधुआ मज़दूरी में बांध के तुमने क़लम उठा ली
‘शंकर महतो’ की नस्लें अब तक वो सूद चुकाती हैं,
‘ठाकुर का कुआँ’, और ठाकुर के कुएँ से एक लोटा पानी
एक लोटे पानी के लिए दिल के सोते सूख गए
‘झोंकू’ के जिस्म में एक बार फिर ‘रायदास’ को मारा तुम ने

मुंशी जी आप विधाता तो न थे, लेखक थे,
अपने किरदारों की क़िस्मत तो लिख सकते थे?'

Cutting chai

Cutting chai.. I think every one familiar with this name, if not than..i am sure he doesn’t know what he had missed.

The greatness of Cutting chai (tea) can not be measured. This cutting tea has its own quality, and more so we can’t prepare it into home, nor we can get it from five star hotels, cafes etc. I still do not know what brand of tea leaves, what kind of sugar or milk they use - best considered as their trade secret. My room mate can prepare wonderful tea but it is totally different from the cutting chai.

When ever I see any khokha (typical name in UP’s local language for “tea stall” ) it reminds me my college days because this is the place where I had spent most of the time of my engineering. Believe me its one of those places where all the rumors starts. This is the place where students discuss hottest topics of college… related to college couples (mine fav time pass) or about professor’s behavior… and even some time about study…

Sitting with girlfriend/friends and having espresso in BARISTA or having the over-hyped mocha in CAFÉ COFFEE DAY comes no close to the cutting chai with friends. Parking bikes in non parking zone and ordering, “Aye chotu 23no ki cutting de, pani kam …fatafat la chal……” And believe me in winter test of cutting chai gets double…lol

Let me stop here becoz things are changed …naa to ab cutting chai hai or naa hi college…but I am sure test of cutting chai wouldn’t change…

Guzara Hua Guzar Kyo Nahi Jaata

Benaam Sa Ye Dard, Thehar Kyon Nahi Jata,
Jo Beet Gaya Hai, Woh Guzar Kyon Nahi Jata..

Sab Kuch To Hai, Kya Dhundti Rehti Hai Nigaahein,
Kya Baat Hai, Mai Waqt Pe Ghar Kyon Nahi Jata..

Woh Ek Hi Chera To Nahi Sare Jahan Mein
Jo Door Hai Woh Dil Se Utar Kyon Nahi Jata..

uljha Hai Dil Us Mod Per, Jaha Se Woh Kabhi Gujare Hi Nahi,
Jate Hain Jidhar Sab, Main Udhar Kyon Nahi Jata..

Woh Naam Jo Naa Jane Kab Se Jehan Main Hai,
Woh Khawaab Agar Hai To Bikhar Kyo Nahi Jata..

Waqt..

Raat ke kuch 12 am…Bahar baarish ho rahi hai….amuman aisa hota nahi ki baarsih ho rahi ho or main us main bheegne ka maza naa lu..lekin aaj main room per baitha hu…or is girit hui boondoin ko dekh kar jo khayal dil main aate hai un ko yeha samete ki koshishi kar raha hu..

Kitna acha lagta hai naa ki baarish ho rahi ho .. or garam garam pakode ho ..saath main agar chay ki pyali ho jis main se garam dhunua nikal raha ho...or aap chaar dost ke saath baithe kar..gupshup kar rahe ho…
aaha..zindagi kitni khoobsurat lagti hai naa..or kya chahiye..

Par asal zindgi me pakode bante hai aur chay bhi hoti hai nahi hoti hai to bas fursat.
Haa baat bas waqt ki hi hai.. nahi to chaar to kya..aap apne or bhi kai dosto ke saath baith ke gupshup kar sakte hai..purani yaadein taaza kar sakte hai…

Lunch hai lekin lunch karne ka waqt nahi hai.. phone hai par baat karne ka waqt nahi hai
Yeha tak ki subhe office jaane ko late ho rahe hai..to nahane ko bhi waqt nahi hai..

kitna achhi neend aati hai na jab koi sote hue uthata hai ya aapka alarm bajta hai aor aap takiye se lipat kar "aor 5 minute" mang kar sote hai…

ho sakta hai ki office or office ke kaam ke chakkar main humare pass time nahi rahta hai
Par week main do din to off bhi hote hai..lekin hum sochte rahege ki kya kare..yeha chale ki waha chale…or woh din bas is soch main palak jhapkte hi beet jaate hai.. naa to aap apne dosto se mil paate hai naa hi apne fav restaurants main jaa kar kuch kha paate hai..
Naa koi movie PVR main baith ke popcorn or coke khate hue aaram se apne mobile ko switch off kar ke dekh paate hai..

or in the end humare pass ek hi jawab hota hai waqt nahi mila… sahayai yeh ki waqt nahi bhaag raha hai…hum bhaag rahe hai.. shaayd hum sab bachpan main phadi us baat ko follow kar rahe hai ki samjhdaar insaan woh hai jo waqt ke saath chale…

sach kahu to aise main mere ko javed akhter ki do line yaad aati hai ki
“kuch logon waqt ke saanche main dhal gaye kuch logon waqt ke saanche badal gaye”

kul milakar vaqt dejiye apne aap ko zindgi sirf ek bar milti hai.ise muskarate hue jiye..

Yeh lamha filhaal jee lene de

Subah ke kuch 7:45….need main kisi ki aawaj sunayi deti hai.. mera dost varun jo puch raha hai ki office nahi jaana kya… do min tak kuch sochne ke baad main dimag main kahyal aata hai.. aaj phir office ki bus miss kar di…. Waise to yeh koi nayi baat nahi hai….barso se aisa hota aa raha hai.. exam ke din to neend or bhi jayda aati thi… subah aankh khulti thi to pata chalta tha ki ab to kuch hi ghante bache hai… abhi to bahut kuch padne ko bacha hai… ab kya padu.. kaise hoga.. jaane kaise kaise vichar aate they…lekin..agali subhe wahi..kahani…bhagwan ki daya se..woh exam naam ki cheez ab nahi hai …waise to zindagi roj naya exam leti hai lekin dil school or spacially college main diye gaye exam or un exam ke dino ko kabhi nahi bhool sakta hai..

Exam ke un dino main hostal ek alag sa lagne lagta tha. Ek azzeb se khamoshi pasar jati, suraj rat me ugne lagta …aor din me to badastoor use jalna hi hota hai. Jis “batch” ka exam nahi hota hai vo bhi apni chal sust kar deta..shyad ye ek alikhit ..Samjhouta tha.jo barso se aise hi badastoor chala aa raha hai…or un main se jinko alarm ke saath utne ki bimari hoti thi.. un logon ko to khas hidayat di jati thi ki fala baje fala ko uthana hai aor jab tak vahi date rahna hai jab tak ki vo shkhs poori tarah aankh kholkar vapas mustedi se padne lag jaye …….kyoni kai bar kuch log neend me hi bol dete hai “haa main uth gaya hu”. Or baad main sote rahte hai..aise waqt main class topper farishte sarekhee nazar aate hai.. aadhi class to unke notes ko hi xerox kara kar phadti hai…”Xerox” yeh bhi bade kaam ki machin hoti hai ek engineer ke liye..
kyoki un chaar saal main ek engineer jitna bhi phadta hai..woh sab Xerox hi hoti hai..kabhi kisi book ki to kabhi kisi ke notes ki Xerox…

Xerox se jehan main ek kiss humesha yaad aata hai huare batch main..ek dost ne ek baar assignment main bhi Xerox submit kar diya tha…baad main unki jo haalat hui thi woh bhi dekhne laayak thi…waise to Xerox ki kahani bahut lambi hai..ise phir kabhi likhege.. abhi hum phir se apne pyare topic per chalte hai… exam

Exam ki raat bhi ajeeb hoti thi..Poori raat ek jashan ka sa mohaal rahta tha ..lekin tension sab ke chehre per saaf dekhi jaa sakti thi..kisi ko top karne ki tension hai to mere jaiso ko..pass hone ki tension.. lekin us tension main bhi ek dusari ki taang kichane ka moka koi bhi apne haath se nahi jaane deta tha…

or paper se kuch ghanto pehele ka sama to bahut hi payra hota tha….jis dekho woh .. notes haath main liye..kuch naa kuch dhoond raha hota tha..kisi ko pen nahi mil raha hai. to kisi ko kisi important chapter ke notes nahi mil rahe..waise aise time main bahut se cheese nahi milti hai..
ek dusare pe chilate hue sab apna samaan khoj rahe hote hai.. per majal hai ki notes haats se gir jaaye… aadha maan or aadhi aankhe to notes per hi tiki hoti thi..

or kuch logon to examination haal ke bahar bhi kitab ko le kar ghoor rahe hote hai.. pata nahi 2 min main aisa kya kar lenge..lekin.. lage pade rahege… jabki aap agar examination haal bahar ka mohaal dekhe to aisa lagta tha ki jaise …sanik jung ladne jaa rahe hai..pata nahi aise main koi kaise pad sakta hai..lekin woh kehte hai naa maan main lagan or bhakti saghan..to..sab kuch ho jaata hai…mere khayal se aise samey main ..do hi kism ke logon phadte hai ya to jinhe sab kuch aata hai ya woh jin ko kuch bhi nahi..

or jaise hi paper start hota tha ..chaaro or shanti hi shanti …logon ke chehre ko dekh ke aandaza lagaya jaa sakta hai ki..paper kaisa aaya hai…haa lekin mere jaise bhi kuch bache har batch main hote hai.. jinka chehra humesha netural rahta hai..or main aksakr..aaj baju baithe hue apne bhaiyo se hi puch kar pata karta tha ki paper tough hai ya easy..

mere hisaab se yeh easy paper ya tough paper sirf intelligent bacho ke liye hota hai..mere jaiso ko to attempt hi 40 50 ka karna hota hai..to kya tough or kya easy..kaise naa kaise gir pad ke itna to hi jaata hai or jin subject main nahi ho pata tha us main lag jaati thi back…
back yeh bhi badi bekar cheez thi.. chaar saal main sab se kathin kaam kuch laga to woh tha back paper.. waise back ke baat naa hi kare to acha hai..kyoki yeh problem to result aane ke baad hi shuru hoti thi…
Paper khatam hone ke baad sabse bada .. rumour result aane ka hi hota hai…or jab bhi result aane ki khabar failti thi to aise failti thi jaise jungal main aag… or jise dekho who net ki taraf bhaagta tha…

Per jo bhi tha..jaisa bhi tha… humne humesha chaha ki kaash woh pal ek baar or jeene ko mil jaaye ..is liye nahi ki hum unhe ache se jee nahi paaye..balki isliye ki woh hi kuch pal they jo humne dil se jiye hai...

Zindagi- kitne chote lagte hain hum is lafz ke aage..

Sometime We Can Feel Without Touching,
It's Called Emotions.......

Sometime We Have To Touch And Feel,
It's Called Desire.......

Sometime When We Touch We Never Feel,
It's Called Ignorance.......

And There Are Many Times When We Touch And Retouch,
And The Feeling Is Different Everytime,

That's What We Called Life,
The Rest Is Only Reflections.......

Baarish

barishon ke mousam main ...kisi apne ko yaad karne ki aadat purani hai.. har bar yeh sochta hu ki...
yeh aadat badal dalu....phir khyal aata hai ki aadatien badalne se
baarish nahi rukti...




baarish ki pehli bochhar
unki yaaden samete laati hai..

woh mitti se uthati sondhi sondhi khushboo
unki mozudagi ka ehsaas dilati hai ..

woh zameen par padti har ek...ek boond
dil ko chhalni chhalni kar jaati hai........

Woh baarish ki pehli bochhar
unki yaaden samete laati hai.....


Logon bolte hai ki BARISHOON main aksar sheher DHUL jatay hain
“MEIN” bolta hun magar AANKHIEN bohat THAK jaati hain…!!!

Seekh Raha Hoon

Tanha Rehna seekh raha hoon
Mar ke jeena seekh raha hoon..

Maang ke pana seekh liya hai
Pa ke khona seekh raha hoon..

Phirtay, phirtay sehra, sehra
Pyaas ko peena seekh raha hoon..

Marham to Rakhna na aaya
Zakhm khoorachna seekh raha hoon..

Jeenay ke hain ajab tarike
Zinda rehna seekh raha hoon..

Madhooshee ne bohat sataaya
Hosh main rehna seekh raha hoon..

Dar kar zehar kay pyaalay say
Such ko chupaana seekh raha hoon..

Rotay Rotay auron par
Khud pay hansna seekh raha hoon..

Ghum nay mujh ko bohat hai khoya
Ab gham khana seekh raha hoon..

Kuch Nahi Milta

Kisi ki aankh se sapney chura kar kuch nahi milta
Mandiron sey chiragon ko bujha kar kuch nahi milta..

Koi ek aadh sapna ho to phir accha bhi lagta hai
Hazaron khuwab ankhon main saja kar kuch nahi milta..

Yeh accha hay Kay aapas Kay bharam na tootne payein
Kabhi kabhi doston ko azma kar kuch nahi milta..

dhundhle hote hue khawabo main zara as khoon shamil kar
Mere humdam yun hi batein bana kar kuch nahi milta..

Mujhey aksar sitaron se yeh awaz aati hai
Kisi Ki yaadon main neendein ganwa kar kuch nahi milta..

Jiggar ho jayega chalni yeh ankhein khoon ke aansu Royengi
Ae dil bekar logon sey rishta nibha kar kuch nahi milta..

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Bas ek hi khata har baar karta hu..

Mein lafzo mey kuch bhi izhar nahi karta
Is ka matlab yah nahi kay mein tujhe pyar nahi karta..

Chahata hon mein tujhay aaj bhi par
Teri sooch mey apna waqt bekar nahi karta..

Tamasha na ban jaye mohabat meri
Is liye apne dard ko sare bazar nahi karta..

Jo kuch mila hai isse mey khush hou mein
Teray liye KHUDA se takrar nahi karta..

Par kuch tu baat hai teri fitrat mey zalim
Warna mein tujhay chahanay ki khata bar bar nahi karta....

Deewangi

Hum apni Deewangi se jaane jaate hain
Woh apni Be-Rukhi se pehchaane jaate hain,

Roz miltey hai lekin, kuch Kehte Sunte nahi
Mere saamne woh Meri Dharkan barhaane aate hain,

Shab-Bhar Intzaar mai Hum Taare dekha karte hai
Sawera hone se pehle woh chand bujhane aate hain,

Bas Ek Nazar ke liye Hum Din-Bhar taraste hain
Woh Shaam ko Gamlon ko Paani pilaane aate hain,

Mere is Haalat pe Hansana nahi MUSAFIR Tu
Ishq mai sab ke Saamne aise Zamaane aate hain..

May be for the first time

May be for the first time,

I do recall the first letter,
When my fingers trembled.

I do recall the first talk,
When my voice vibrated.

I do recall the first meet,
When your eyes sung songs.

I do recall the first touch,
When palms seemed tied.

I do recall the first bye,
When we were just silent.

May be for the first time.

Sabse peeche hum khade

Yesterday my friend asked me to call him back. It took me some time to call him back and he became angry. For the 40-45 minutes we talked, or rather he talked, he went on speaking about his problems. He needed advice on some of the problems and something’s he just needed to talk. And so he talked and talked and talked. I listened and spoke wherever necessary.

When he ended the phone, I was relived. Then I realize that he didn’t even ask me how I was? Maybe I am becoming a little grumpy or maybe he just was too worried about his own trouble or maybe he just forgot.

But it always happens. I think people need me if they have some work with me. They are normally absent when I need them. I guess they have their own priorities and I come last in those priorities.

There is a song by “Silk Route” which goes like “Sabse Peeche hum khade” (I stand behind everybody).

Zara nazar utha ke dekho naa.
baithe hai hum yahi,
bekhabar mujse kyon ho,
itney bure bhi hum nahi…
zamane ki baaton me uljho naaa.
hai yeh aasaaan jaanna..
khud se jo agar tum puchoo..
hai hum tumhre ki nahi..
teriii aaakhon ka jaado..
puri duniya mein hai..
duniya ki is bheed me..
Sabse peeche hum khade…………….

I guess I am in one of those Self-pity moods. I need to get out of this..

Lovely Rajasthan.....I miss those days

Muhabbat se bharaa, ek dil hai Jaise
Mere bachapan kaa saathi, mera gaon..

Bahut miithaa Hai Paanii, Is kune Kaa
Bari thandii Hai een, Pairdon Ki Chaaoun..

Khulaa sangiit hai, jaise hawaa main
Zaraa aavaaz to sun, chakiyon ki..

Rahet ghata hai, bhini bhini ley mein
Surili boliyan hai, panchiyon ki..

Mein barso baad lauta houn
To jaana, ye gaaoun, geet hai, sadiyon puraana..

Pushpa Ki Abhilasha

Chah nahi main sur bala ke gehno(n) mein guntha jaaun,

Chah nahi main premi mala mein bindh pyari ko lalchaaun,

Chah nahi devon ke sir par chadu bhagya par ithlaaun,

Chah nahi samraton ke shav par he hari dala jaaun,

Mujhe tod lena van-mali us path par dena tum phenk,

Matrabhoomi par sheesh chadane jis path jaayen veer anek.

(by Makhanlal Chaturvedi)

Agnipath

Vruksh ho bhale khade,
Ho ghane, ho bade,
Ek patra chaa bhi,
Maag maat, maag maat, maag maat
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath

Tu na thakega kabhi,
Tu na thamega kabhi,
Tu na mudega kabhi,
Kar shapath, kar shapath, kar shapath
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath

Yeh maahan drushya hai,
Chal raha manushya hai,
Ashru, shwet, rakth se,
Lathpat, lathpat, lathpat
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath

(Late. Shri Harivansh Rai Bachchan)

When no one

When no one looks you,
Look at the mirror,
Placed on the wall,
In the wetness of the pupils,
I do float for you.

When no one recalls you,
Look at the needles,
Of your watch,
Each ticking moment,
I do recall you.

When no one hears you,
Lie down on green grasses.
Sing in the air above.
In those cool breezes.
Dear, I do hear you...

SSB ki yaadein

Flipping thru the pages of my book called life...i do some times get into flash back (Just like another Ekta Kapoor Series).Some times i just wish i could turn back time.......just go back to past and re-live those moments that have become my memories. One such memory was the SSB call of Indian Armed force in the last week of September 2004. just after my final year exams… aaah!
That time I always had one question in my mind that why do we have exams...Yuhi degree de do yaar....kyu apna n hamara time waste karwa rahe ho..we can use this time na..?(Can anyone tell me who invented this exam ???Saale ko ghar pe jaa ke hi fodunga :-/)..
but i was glad it got over. Anyways...sillly me.silly are my thoughts.....let me fast foward my life here.

So come back to the point..My SSB center was Bangalore..cool naa…I always interested to come bangalore but I never thought I would come like this..i mean to say for Armed force, because this place is famous or some other things not for armed force….Whatever the reason..i got the chance to come here and I am still here..

This SSB experiance had been more entertaining, more learning than i expected......I actually lived kinda live army life for a week.... The very first day we arrived the Incharge read a huge list of rules n regulations.....and a time table sort a thing for us.....n left me wondering how on earth I m gonna do that.....I was not the only one who had this feeling….we are total 156 candidate..and most of us has same feeling..hehehehe

Time Table that he chucked out was some like this:…
Morning Alarm : 5Am
Bed Tea : 5.30 Am
Hotwater in Washrooms : 5.30 -7.00Am
BreakFast : 6.30Am - 7.00 Am
Attendance : 7.45Am

Activites (Involved Personal Interviews ,Physical Tasks
and Group Activities and Conference Interviews) : 8.00AM - 2.30 Pm
Lunch : 2.30PM - 3.30Pm
After 3.30Pm we are free to visit city .
Reporting at SSB campus : 8.00pm Sharp.
Dinner : 7.45 Pm - 8.30 Pm
In room by 9.30Pm

As per the selection process First task was screening ..and only 49 candidate remain after that.. and I was one of them… And then the real game starts……

The Morning Raga:

Getting up in the morning was always a big fite for me.....and that too in such a chilly bangalore morning......God! i hated that sooooo much......the water was soooooo cold....it was a herculean task to even touch it.....i kept on wondering if a Big Big ice slab was kept in the Overhead tank that kept on melting and flowed thru the pipes to our taps….But some how I manage to arrive for the breakfast at right time..

Psycho Intelligence Tests:

Its just a written test…nothing interesting…. But question were really interesting in this test…
And as usual I gave same interesting answer for those questions but with silly shade….

Physical Activities and Group Tasks:

The best part was this one....had to move in groups. chuck out a plan......blah blah blah!....i really enjoyed these task..here first time I tried tarzan jump (bas tarzan ke jaise ohohoo nahi karna tha..hehehe) .barman bridge and some other interested thing..
But I don’t know why every one called me for help in Command task(in which one of our group memeber is plays a role of commander and he can call any one for support ) ...only god knows...how i did this command task…pata nahi logon ke dimag main kya kya ideas aate hai and u have to do it becoz in task ur not in the position that u can say no to any one…pata nahi kaha - kaha se jump karvaya tha….bole to bache ki jaane lene pe tule hue the….

Personal interview:

I forget the name of interviewer but he was some brigadier..and Mine interview went for say about 55mins to 60 mins......man! that interview wale ne mere dimag ke dahi kar di thi......believe me.....He asked me sooooooooooooooo many questions that i had to interrupt him saying...i was thirsty! I wonder if he was waiting to dissect me......
But as usual yeha pe bhi main apne stupid hone ke saare proof usko de diye…
Here is some of those question…
What is ATM?
What is STD?
Now u can understand the level of question …but the best part of this interview was my silly answer..not these silly question….
For ATM I told.. Asynchronous transfer mode instead of Automatic teller machine
And for STD…. sexually transmitted disease.. instead of .. Subscriber Trunk Dialing…
Aye abhi khatam nahi hua hai
Then he ask u like cricket..i said yes…. Then he go for next one..
So what u like in cricket… Batting or bowling…. And my answer was fielding….!!
I am sure that..ki us brigadier ne aise answer kabhi nahi sune hoge…..

choos liya saale ne!

Anyways....i was out.....Rest....forget it......m not gonna say you….
The best thing that I liked there is the time that I spent in the campus and on MG road during this selection process….. we were group of 7-8 people…who generally pass our time on MG road only… vo bhi logon pe comment maar maar ke….. hehehehe...you must be thinking kitna kamina hai yeh!!!! but believe me...its fun....even if i had written this blog....but ...i am sure these journal wouldn’t make you feel the impact that it had on me......

tanhaiyee

aao chalein..
tanhaiyee akeli hai...

aakhir usse achha saathi aur kaun ho sakta hai...
aur phir, humse achha musafir aur kaun ho sakta hai...

Zindgi ki kashti kab lage kaun se kinare, kab ise milengi manchahi bahare...
Jeena to padega hi kaise bhi pyare, kabhi dosto ki bheed me to kabhi tanhai k sahare !!

Who am I ?

As I sit under the dim lights of my living room... at exactly 1 am of this lulling morning... swatting mosquitoes around my pc's corner table... I ask aloud..

Who am I ?

The reverberating silence in the quiet cool of a moonlit night is all that greets me in return...
Accompanied with the buzzing of the fan overhead.. and the "thik thak thok" of the keys on my keyboard.

One more question that comes in mind that.. is this happen with me or its a common thing..
I am sure i will never get the answer... but still i have to live and move ahead... And i am really moving.. no idea where..and why..but still..

Is this the way of living.. I think this is the reality.. and this is the real world...

The world around me is my Reality.
But only as long as this body exists.
When I cease to live,
my reality ceases to exist.


I am my Reality.
I am my World.

I AM!

Windows VISTA's DRM is the 'longest suicide note in history'.

Windows Vista is the much anticipated next version of the Windows operating system produced by Microsoft Corporation.

According to Microsoft, IT departments will find Windows Vista upgrades easier to deploy and less expensive to maintain than earlier versions of Microsoft Windows. Windows Vista will also offer an enhanced graphical user interface and improved reliability.

But most surprising news that i heard is that Windows VISTA's DRM is the 'longest suicide note in history'.

Copy-protection features in Windows Vista make the operating system more bloated while giving few benefits to end users according to news.

I don't know why most of the operating system specialist are arguing that windows Copy-protection feature is not good enough to protect the data.

I am not a operating system specialist but for me VISTA gives so many features other then this "Copy-protection".There are things to love about Vista. Enhanced search capabilities, a nifty tool called Gadgets and built-in diagnostics are all welcome changes from the old Windows.

May be all the specialist correct and Windows VISTA's DRM is the 'longest suicide note in history' but i really like graphics features of this operating system.

dard se meraa daaman bhar de

dard se meraa daaman bhar de yaa allaah
phir chaahe diivaanaa kar de yaa allah....

main ne tujhase chaaNd sitaare kab maaNge
raushan dil bedaar nazar de yaa allaah

suuraj sii ik chiiz to ham sab dekh chuke
sachmuch kii ab koii sahar de yaa allaah....

yaa dhartii ke zaKhmon par maraham rakh de
yaa meraa dil patthar kar de yaa allaah....

Koi deewana kehta hai

Koi deewana kehta hai, koi pagal samajhta hai
Magar dharti ki bechaini ko bas badal samajhta hai
Main tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai
Ye tera dil samajhta hai ya mera dil samajhta hai…..

Mohbbat ek ehsaason ki pawan si kahani hai
Kabhi Kabira deewana tha, kabhi meera deewani hai
Yahan sab log kehte hain meri aankhon main aasoon hain
Jo tu samjhe to moti hain, jo na samjhe to paani hain

Bahut bikhra bahut toota thapede seh nahin paaya
Hawaaon ke isharon par magar main beh nahin paaya
Adhoora ansuna hi reh gaya yun pyar ka kissa
Kabhi tum sun nahin paaye, kabhi main keh nahin paaya

Bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha to hungama
Hamare dil main koi khwaab pal baitha to hungama
Abhi tak doob ke sunte sab kissa mohhabat ka
Main kisse ko haqeekat main badal baitha to hungama

Yeh ghazal achi lagi

Masoom-E Mohabbat

Masoom-E Mohabbat Ka Bas Itna Fasana Hai
Kagaz Ki Haweli Hai Baarish Ka Zamana Hai

Kya Shart-E-Mohabbat Hai, Kya Shart-E-Zamana Hai
Awaaz bhi Zakhmi hai aur Geet bhi gaana hai

Uss Paar Utarne Ki Umeed Boht Kam Hai
Kashti Bhi Puraani Hai Aur Toofan Bhi Aana Hai

Samjhe Ya Na Samjhe WoH Andaaz Mohabbat Ke
Ek Shakhk ko Aankhon Se Shair Sunana Hai

Bholi Si Adaa Koi phir Ishq Ki Zidd Par Hai
Phir Aag ka Darya hai Aur Doob ke Jana Hai

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Yeh ghazal achi lagi

Na dushmani achi lagi na dosti achi lagi,
Hum ko tou us shakhs ki berukhi achi lagi

Log the is sheher ke saaray hi khush mizaaj,
Dil ko lekin aik teri sanjeedgi achi lagi

Main ne apnay rub say phir maanga usi ko umer bhar,
Jis ki aankho ki mujhe darya dili achi lagi

Bas ana pe naaz tha jis ko na shab bar so saka,
Lamha lamha uski barhtibe basi achi lagi

chain aik pal main hi us ke bechar janay kay baad,
Mujh ko apnay hijr ki aik aik ghari achi lagi

Mere daman main raha kuch bhi nahi magar,
Woh rahay khush yeh soch kar zindagi achi lagi.

Sunte hain ki mil jaati hai

Sunte hain ki mil jaati hai
her cheez dua se...
Ik roz tumhe maang ke
dekhenge khuda se.....

Duniya bhi mili hai
gham-e-duniya bhi mila hai
Vo kyon nahi milta jise maanga tha khuda se

Aaine main wo
apni ada dekh rahe hain
Mar jaaye ke Jee jaaye koi unki bala se

Sunte hain ki mil jaati hai
her cheez dua se...
Ik roz tumhe maang ke
dekhenge khuda se.....

Ik roz hum bhi dekhenge... Maang ke..... Khuda se.....
:)

dare devil

daredevil: different people, different views

• For some one its a fictional super hero in the marvel comics universe
• For some one its Movie, Novel or a band by "Bad Religion guitarist Brett Gurewitz"

But for me daredevil is motor cycle team of the Corps of Signals which known for their breathtaking stunts like scissor crossing at high speed, jumping through fire hoops and glass walls, besides forming human pyramids on moving motor cycles.

Picture taken during dare devil show.