When It Rains #WordsMatter


It is a beautiful morning. Drizzling softly, the sun is playing hide and seek with the clouds. Misha is sipping her coffee and staring away into blank from her 13th floor flat balcony. Drizzles are caressing her face, taking her to the past. She surely has some “rain memories”. We all have some memories associated with rain, long drives, or anything about those “first times”. Don’t we??

It seems just like yesterday when Misha thinks of her past. She knows her life has changed and will keep on changing with every passing day. She has to complete many chores of the household before her son wakes up. With this thought in mind, she is still glued to the past memories and thoughts. Our mind is no better than a monkey they say. From one thought to another then to another and so on.

That’s what happened to her. It started with rain and goes 10 years back. She had a love-hate relationship with rain. If while going to college (or office later on) if it rains she hates it, but while coming back home she wished it rains and she gets to get drenched and drive in the rain enjoying those pointed needled-droplets almost piercing her face. Her friend used to call her mad for enjoying that pain. But she doesn’t care, she loved it anyhow.

She then reimagined those highway-drives with her friend Varun when they both “just” travel on road, just like that, not talking much but still, feeling the peace. How they both used to “bunk” their offices after lunch and go “bhatakne” (as they used to call it). Chipkali and Monkey. How they met was a totally different story but they sure do have a connection. They never did anything wrong, other than skipping the office and making excuses for the same. Misha leaves her office, meets him at the “adda”, he comes, picks her, they go, drive for like one hour or two, he drops her back, she picks her scooter and rides her way to home. If it drizzles, and no important meetings are lined up they have a drive-day by default. If it was the birthday of any one of them it is a drive day. One of her birthdays was accompanied by drizzle and it felt so perfect.

Then she thought about that rainy day when she proposed him and told about her feelings for him but he politely rejected her. Still, they are friends. Good friends. Only Misha and her heart know what is inside it. That was a special day. And it always will remain. Lesson learned that day.

Misha’s life was full of turns and turmoils. She then thought of how rains have become her best friend, when after her divorce, whenever she wished it rains and she can cry hard while driving back home from the same office, it rained. The rainstorm always dutifully oblige. Every. Single. Time.  It was very hard for her to live that phase of her life. It was “When it rains, it pours” phase. Literally.

There were many thoughts in her mind and she sometimes gets confused while sorting and understanding them. She sometimes wants to just run away from everything. There were many instances in her life where she wanted to run away but didn’t. So this time again she decided to face the situation bravely. So she started thinking positive thoughts.

“Will take Ruhan for a drive when he wakes up in the evening,” She said to herself. “Will ask Aman if, after coming from the office, he would like to go somewhere for dinner?” “He would be tired” “Better I will not ask” ‘What if he says no” “what if….*ti-ding-ting*

*ti-ding-ting*

Her thoughts were interrupted and she came back to the present by the mobile notification sound.

“How we are always engrossed in the past or the future and miss to live in the present moment.” She affirms and decided to live every moment without thinking of the past or the future.

She picked the phone and checked. There are two messages.

– “I hope Ruhaan would have slept again. I am sorry I woke him up in the morning. Take care. Love you. And yes, I have a meeting so might get late. You please have dinner and sleep.”

 

– “Oye, It’s raining here. Chale bhatakne? mu yar. Aur ha..Happy Birthday, Chipkali.”

 

One is reality another was a dream.

 


 

 

 

#WordsMatter is the monthly blog hop hosted by CorinneShaliniR, and Parul. There are 42 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 6, 7, 8 September. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be surprised!

I received this tag from Jyoti at Jyoti’s Pages and passing it to .. to NO ONE.

 

After all, I may be the last one but not the least 😛

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The Window #WordsMatter


Inside we all are same
Flesh, bones, and blood.
What makes us different
Is our thinking.
Our thoughts
Our heart and mind.
Our decisions
Of what is
Wrong and Right.

He acted in a certain way
Which can be justified
On the grounds of
Millions of excuses.
Bounded, no choices
Stress or helpless
Or The dilemma
Love or lust or
Heat of the moment.

He opened the
Window within.
And accepted.
Stood Strong.
And Moved on.
Peacefully.

Outside the window
Of societal cage
He sees himself
As a free soul.

 

 

#WordsMatter is the monthly blog hop hosted by CorinneShaliniR, and Parul. There are 47 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 2, 3, 4 August. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be surprised!

I received this tag from our jolly friend Vinay at I Rhyme Without Reason and passing it on to Payal Agarwal at Kaleidoscope

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5 Tips For Working Mothers To Stay Fit #BonHappetee



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This post is a part of a Get Fit Stay Fit with Bonhappetee blog chain. Come on, board the train and enjoy the wonderful posts by all the wonderful bloggers.

I am taking the baton from Aesha from Aesha’s Musings who writes about her experiences with life and is a great source of inspiration. Do check out her blog for the motivation and the push you need today. Thanks again Aesha for introducing me on your blog.

Fitness is not something which you can achieve and then sit back. It is a journey. You need to maintain it, sustain that state for as long as you possibly can. – A’nami

Being a mother is not an easy thing, it is a “full-time work”. And when she is a working mother it is double the work. It is very difficult for a mother to give time to herself. So here are few “very easy” tips for working mothers to be fit.

1. Walk, Walk and Walk

Walking is the most simple yet effective way to stay fit. This does count the steps you are running after the kids and in the household. 😉 Definitely not. Get some time for your own self. Just steal 30 minutes in the morning and evening for walking. You can schedule a “family-walk” after the dinner as well. I did it and trust me it works wonders.

2. Sneak out and Workout

When is the time you get up from your desk and you “have to”. It the “loo time”. Don’t laugh. I am serious. It will take just 2-3 more minutes. Try doing some squats, lunges, jumps, hand-neck rotation etc. every time you go to the washroom.

3. Eat healthy

Often we tend to gobble and not eat junk food and fast food. The processed food itself is not good for health and on top to it, when we do not chew properly and hungrily just gobble the food, it doubles the harm. So try to eat healthy and take small bites and chew properly.

4. Keep nuts and fruits handy

Weather at home or in office, always keep some fresh seasonal fruits and dry fruits handy. Keep a box of dry fruits in your kitchen and one in your bag. Keep a fruit basket at home and carry a few with you when you go to the office. That way whenever you feel that “hunger pang” just toss in few nuts. These are both healthy and will satisfy your craving.

5. Playtime on weekends

Working mothers get to spend some time with their children only on weekends or some other holidays. It is the best way to make the bond stronger between the kid and the mother by doing some activities with them. Play some outdoor games with your kids. Both will get the benefit of that.

I now pass on the baton to Anshu of First Time Mommy. She is an avid reader and blogs about health and fitness. Go, hop on to her blog and find more about this wonderful lady. She is a real inspiration.

Get Fit Stay Fit

I am participating in the ‘Get Fit, Stay Fit’ blog party with Bon Happetee!

Hosted by
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Kreative Mommy
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What I learned when I lost…


Getting straight to the point…

Recently I lost my laptop data. ALL of it. It included my daily writing work, photos, videos, songs, movies and what not. For the last 1 year my laptop has become everything for me. I had a really bad habit of treasuring memories in the form of writeups backed with photos and videos.

I used to write on my laptop. Whatever is on my mind it’s on my laptop. There would be about 4 word files that are WIP at any particular time.

Photos and videos of my 17 months daughter. I had treasured 1000s (yes!!) of her photos and videos since the day she was born. Me and my husband’s photos of last 30 years. Photos of our four years of married life. I was crazy about photos and collecting them. I lost all of these.

A rare and unique collection of over 8000+ songs, which I was so proud of. Name a song and I had it. All gone.

Movies collection of both Hollywood and. Bollywood. All gone.

So all ranting is done. This is about what’s all gone, what’s all lost. Now let me tell you what I found.

Initially, I was so agitated that it even drew a few droplets out of my eyes. I was depressed as if I have lost everything. (Yes I did)

Then I peeped within. I observed my inner feelings. Oh !! what attachment, what adhesion I had with all such stuff. I saw and observed and realized. Gradually, all the negative feelings of depression, irritation, anger, helplessness, pain, agony, pangs of conscience, agitation all began to disperse and eventually disappeared.

1. How we get attached to things and people, and when they go away from our life it hurts. And it hurts a lot. 30 years of both the parents and 2 years of the kid. All gone. No memories will be there for this time period. Oh really?? Not physically, but only in our minds. These are only photos that are gone. Even living people go and we have to accept it. (Being blunt, but it is the bitter truth) I am another step closer to detachment. And life gave me a chance to get rid of my “extras”.

2. Doubt and fear are imaginary and they feed on our imagination. The more you imagine the more they will grow. And these two never live in present. Both doubt and fear arise when we either think of past or the future. “What will I say to my kid when she asks for her childhood photos??” “Oh how good the photos and everything were?? ” Stop thinking about past or the future. Live in present and avoid doubt and fear.

3. Whatever happens, happens for the good. So what’s good in this?? See the positive in every situation. I no longer have to worry about these things when I die. My Burden is decreased. It unburdened me by the pressure of regularly taking and collecting all my data at one place (yes, I used to do that). Now, I have one job less to do.

4. It is ok to not be perfect. I was a perfectionist (in certain ways) and I want things in a proper systematic way. Be it the gadgets, data, home decor, or any darn thing. I let go of that ‘perfectionist’ feeling. I am ok with the things and situations as they are.

5. If it is written, it is bound to happen. Sometime or later. It is fixed and nothing can change it. So better to not become an obstacle and keep the flow smooth. Accept not expect and go with the flow.

P.S. – It took me 2.5 hours and ‘a flash second ‘ to accept the loss and make peace with the situation.

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Mysterious Blogger Award


It’s been a few weeks Nupur has nominated me for the Mysterious Blogger Award! I was travelling and been caught up with other things so was unable to continue the chain in time. First of all, Thank you so much Nupur for this award. This is the first award for my blog. I am very happy and honoured to receive this award from you.

This award is the brainchild of Okoto Oke Enigma – a teenage blogger who felt that there are several amazing undiscovered blogs out there that are a mystery to the world. That’s why she called it the ‘The Mystery Blogger Award’. It is also named after the creator since ‘Enigma’ means ‘Mystery’. She came up with the idea for this award, to promote unknown blogs. It’s a great idea!
She says…

“It’s an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

Let’s spread some blog love people!!

Here are the rules-

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  3. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  4. List the rules.
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. Share a link to your best post(s)
  7. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog

So here are 3 things about myself-

  1. I am an introvert. If I am going to meet or call someone I first think ” What would I say??” You can say I Fear talking to new people.
  2. I have a good sense of photography.
  3. My thoughts have a better connection with the pen in hand than my tongue. I can’t express well by saying but writing helps.

Answers to Nupur’s questions-

  1. What’s your passion and why??
    Number one, Writing. Because it helps me heal and grow. Number two driving car, which I am yet to master, because i am mad about driving cars, and I just love travelling.
  2. What do you like best about writing?
    It helps me express myself, even at times when I can’t say anything to others or to myself. Writing helps me understand my own self in a better and clearer way.
  3. What’s been your biggest life change and why?
    Well, cannot label any incident as life changing till yet.
  4. What’s your favourite quote?
    “सब दिमाग का खेल है” it’s my own quote.
  5. Do you indulge in phubbing? Why or why not?
    Well first I have to search for its meaning.. ;P well I am totally against this. I do not indulge in phubbing. Why not?? don’t you think you should be with the person both physically and mentally. Yes, but if you really want to ignore the person and the situation, that is a different scenario then.

    Here are the bloggers I nominate for “The Mystery Blogger Award” –

    Deepa Karthik

    Anamika Agnihotri

    Esha M Dutta

    Anagha Yatin

    Aesha Shah

    Varad

    Shalini Baisiwala

    Deepa Gandhi

    Amit Prakash

    Geethica Mehra

    Papri Ganguly

    Princy Khurana

    Yogita Rane

    Rohan Kachalia

    Sunita Rajwade

    Shilpa Garg

    Arjun Gupta

    Anshu Bhojnagarwala

    Many of you, rather all, on the list are not a mystery anymore and the blogosphere knows you very well. But this is for your love and passion towards writing, which inspires the world. Keep writing, keep inspiring.

    My questions for you all –

    1. What is your definition of peace and Nirvana??
    2. If you could achieve one big goal this year, what would it be?
    3. What is that thing which keeps haunting you??
    4. If you get a chance to undo one past action of yours, what that would be. Why or Why not??
    5. You are dying. What’s on your mind??

    Looking forward to your answers, fellow bloggers so do drop a line on this blog post to let me know when your post is ready.

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eBook Review – Because by Namratha Varadharajan


because someone had to say it

Book at a glance

Book Name – Because Someone Had to Say it!
Author – Namratha Varadharajan
Genre – Poetry
Number Of Pages- 90

One line review – GO READ IT !! You won’t regret. Thank me later.

If you want to read a real good poetry collection this one is for you. Each poem is unique in itself. Number one it is associated with a cause, secondly you will get to know about the different forms of the poetry. You will find poems on major social issues like environment and women empowerment in this book. Kudos to you Namratha. Writing in a particular form and on a specific cause, is not at all an easy task.

This collection of poems is a shout out to those who had immense strength when life dealt them an unfair hand, for those making this world a kinder and greener place to live in and for those not even whispering for themselves. BECAUSE Someone had to say it.

From conservation of forest to saving trees to Olive Ridley (a rare sea turtle). You will get to know about Channapatna toys, Pizza grannies, Goonj and many more social works and encouragements. You will find poems against few social taboos such as body shaming, rape culture, child marriage, periods, and what not.

You will get a feeling of proud, pity, fear, courage, responsibility all at the same time when you read this book. And for the extra topping on the cake, you will learn about many forms of poetry. Acrostic, free verse, Tanka, Haiku are commonly used forms. In this you will see the FIB, Shadorma, Magic 9, Naani to name a few.

Setting Sun
thousand scattered clouds
ablaze in sun’s wave goodnight,
beautiful indeed:
how in the blink of an eye
this moment shall pass me by.

All the poems in the book are amazing in their form and the cause they are written for. The above one is my favorite. Few lines i would like to highlight here –

I tap
and a butterfly flies away
We tap
and symphonic thunderclap

I did not wish to have a girl
bring her into this deviled world.
Humanity died yesterday-
How can I talk of hope today?

They think they taunt me
by calling me “Mitti”.
But, I am proud
to be like this earth.

Do you need me to save you?
Do you need me to love you?
Well, maybe if you are worthy
I shall rescue you too.

About the Author “Namratha Varadharajan”

Namratha Varadharajan is a wife of one and mom of two adorable boys by day and poet by night. She has meandered her way to find her passion lies in writing, more specifically in writing verse. You can read more of her work at http://namysaysso.com.

Grab your copy and take a dip in the great poetry. Download here

P.S – Namratha, I followed your instructions and really enjoyed reading the last poem the way you mentioned.  😛  Thanks.

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InstaGita by Nupur Maskara – eBook Review


 

 

Book at a glance

Book Name – InstaGita
Author – Nupur Maskara
Genre – Poetry
Number Of Pages- 74

The Bhagavad Gita is a unique text. Short but power packed. The Bhagavad Gita is part philosophy, part self-help, part poetry. Translations can be enigmatic and commentaries can suck the life out of its verses. This book summarizes the Gita and presents Arjuna’s reaction to Krishna’s words, as Everyman, in poetry. Arjuna gets little air time in the Gita. As Everyman, he voices our dilemmas on being human and trying to follow the path of the Gita.

As the name suggests InstaGita is really a quick peek into the Bhagvad Gita at large. The author has converted each chapter of Bhagvad Gita into poetry form that too from Arjun’s perspective. This is what I liked the most. Normally Bhagvad Gita is in the form of “shoulds and musts” as narrated by Shri Krishna. But it is very important to know the practical side that is from Arjun’s side. That is “how” can we implement it. This book summarizes the Gita and presents Arjuna’s reaction to Krishna’s words, as Everyman, in poetry. Great job done, Nupur.

Apart from the great design and the cover the overall book is a treat to your eyes, The way each page is designed according to the chapters it is worth appreciation.

Some excerpts from the book –

Chapter 1

It’s a fight on the battlefield and within the self, as
Arjuna tries to muster the resolve to war against
family. A difficult choice indeed.

Chapter 3

I try to turn a
Blind eye
Deaf ear
Numb nose
Bland taste
Unfeel

Chapter 7

You’re within me and not
For if you are in me
Why is it so tough
To do the right thing?

Chapter 9

Your needs are so simple, K
Why then do we feast?
Make ourselves sick
Repent then repeat?

Chapter 15

The tree of life’s upside down
It draws strength from my guna
I must cut off its water
Close my mind’s eye
To temptation
Hack again and again
Until this tree falls
In the sky.

I can keep on adding all the chapters, Such is the temptation after reading this book. You MUST read it yourself and feel the depth. GO Grab your copy of InstaGita here

About the Author “Nupur Maskara”

Nupur Maskara is short and likes writing short stuff that packs a punch. Expectedly, she began her career in advertising and is now in  content writing. Her friends have branded her frequent blonde moments as Nupurisms. Read more of her work at nutatut.com.

 

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Seven-Year Itch


It’s been
Four years
But 3 months.
“Just four years??”
She wonders.
With happy tears.
She’s happy.
With husband handsome.
And princess awesome.

Life is good.
Always not.
With arguments.
Small fights.
Ego and doubt.
That’s the
Life’s cloud.

It’s also been
Seven years.
She was broken.
She moved on
From that one,
Gone wrong .

If she hadn’t.
It could have
Turned out
To be a
Seven year
Of itch.
Definitely.
But then
She treated
It already.

Seven-Year
Itch that
Hurts..
But never
Occurred.

Nothing much
Changed, but
Everything
Is different.
So where is..
The itch ??
The hitch ??
These days.
Those days.

“These are the
Better ones
In any ways.”

Her heart
Silently
Whispered.


This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 7 prompt – Seven-Year Itch

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Six Minutes of Fame


He came out
Of the courtroom.
Calm but Broken.
Relation was killed.
The hearing lasted,
Just six minutes.
But are enough.
Enough for him,
to end his love,
and start anew.

He closed his eyes.
Saw all the
Past memories.
Good and bad.
His love.
Her hate.
He was selfless.
She was selfish.

He was afraid
Of The crowd.
Now, he fear
Talking to the
New people.

He dreams.
Of name.
And fame.
But in
this game,
There is
No friend.

He wants to be
An extrovert.
He tries to break
The cacoon.

He writes and
Writes..
And one day.
He Woke up
And Smiled.

Hundreds of emails,
Fan emails,
Royalty emails.
Why not ??
His another book
Bestseller yet again.
Across…
The Continent.

Now, He smiles
And is at peace.


This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 6 prompt – Six Minutes of Fame

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High Five, Dear Life !!


What is life??
Some say,
It is a fight.
Some say,
It is a choice.
Between what is,
Wrong and Right.
Some say,
It is meant
To fly.
High.

I say…
It is to live,
Whatever way.
Your own way.
Life will give
Good and Bad,
Ups and Downs
Misery and Joy,
It is up to You,
What you do.
This is just
Nature’s way
To say…
“Give Me Five”

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This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 5 prompt – Give Me Five

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Four Corners of the World


A blonde beauty,
A black princess.
A baby, a toddler.
A tall dark handsome lad,
An average looking man.
A wife-husband duo,
A single crisp lady,
Another old woman.
People.. People
Few waiting, few shopping,
Few arguing, few working,
Few spending, few earning.
People.. People
Different, unique,
All colours, all shades
All faces, all shapes.
He is sure an artist!!
Who carved humans with,
So many unique moulds.
I saw them all
Within the four walls.


This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 4 prompt – Four Corners of the World

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Three’s a Crowd


Me and My Loneliness.
Me and You.
Me and my Plot.
Me and Memories.

Then…

Comes you.
Tip toes ego.
That third thought.
Those salty droplets.

Why !! Oh dear tear, why,
Why you blurred my view.
Don’t be a dew,
Between us two.

Three’s a Crowd, they say
I feel the same way.
They say
Time heals pain.
oh, no.. no.. no
it doesn’t.
Look, It is as I say,
One gets used to pain
As a part of this life game.

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On a lighter note – I remembered a funny riddle from my childhood, and want to share with you all. Tell your answers in the comment section below.

If
One is alone
Two is company
Three is crowd
What is 4 and 5 ??


This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 3 prompt – Three’s a Crowd

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Lesser of Two Evils


Gun or Knife
Knife or get Hanged
Hanged or Poison??

Rum or Scotch
Scotch or Wine
Wine or Vodka ??

Talk or be Quiet
Silence or Pain
Pain or Repent
Repent or Die ??

Choose this or
Choose that not ??


This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 2 prompt – Lesser of Two Evils

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One Too Many


Needs are few
But wishes brew
One gets fulfilled
Another crops up.
Need is one
Wishes too many.

He tricked her
Into the room.
She was tired.
Of all the
past memories.
She wants to get
rid of the thoughts.
He intents
the extreme.
Extreme of…
Of the drinks
Of the love
Of the lust
Of the desire.
She still…
wants to escape
Her own thoughts.
They have had
One too many.
He spilled,
his secrets.
She smiled.

Needs are few
But wishes brew.


This post is written for BAR-A-THON Edition 3 from July 2nd, 2018 to July 15th, 2018 with Blog-A-Rhythm

Linking to Day 1 prompt – One Too Many

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स्थिरता


अरी ज़िन्दगी !!
सुन तो सही ज़रा मेरा तू कहा,
बता दे क्या हुई मुझसे है खता
जो हो रही है मुझसे तू खफा |
तुझको मिला मैं अपनी बाहें फैलाये
तू क्यों फिर मुझसे अब नज़रें चुराए |
चल ठीक, कर ले तू अपनी मन मानी
क्या कहूं अब, तूने कब है मेरी बात मानी |

ऐ ज़िन्दगी !!
ये तो न था मेरा ठिकाना, बहुत दूर था मुझको जाना
फिर क्यों मुझे तूने यहाँ है रोक दिया तू बता |
जो अब तूने है समय दिया, मैं शुक्रगुज़ार हूँ तेरा
ये भी गुज़र जाएगा, नया वक़्त फिर आएगा |
खैर, तूने जो किया अच्छा किया यारा
मुझे अंततः जीना सिखा दिया |

अरी ओ ज़िन्दगी !!
साथ मेरा तू छोड़ेगी इक दिन जानता था
वो वक़्त इतनी जल्दी आएगा सोचा न था |
फिर भी कोई बात नहीं ज़िन्दगी तू घबरा मत
तुझसे कोई शिकवा नहीं, न है कोई शिकायत |
तू भी कोई गम न कर इतना ही होगा ‘गर तेरा-मेरा साथ
किस्मत हुई तो फिर मिलेंगे हाथों में थाम हाथ |

सुन ज़िन्दगी !!
तेरे संग मैंने बहुत कुछ है सिखा
बहुत कुछ है जाना और पहचाना |
सिखा दिया एक अंतिम सत्य तूने अब
उस प्रकृति से हुआ एकाकार मैं जब
ब्रह्मांड की शक्ति का अहसास हुआ तब |

 

I remember when my daughter has to be injected for taking the blood samples. She was just 3 months then. The nurse instructed us to get out of the room. I said “no, I won’t say anything you do your work.” and stepped aside, as I very well know they do this because parents and relatives get emotional and interfere when the baby cries. My acquaintance said, “हाँ इसको रहने दो, ये तो है ही emotionless”(“Let her inside, she is already emotionless”).

I am not the kind of person who gets emotional every now and then, watching TV, Movies etc. I am like this only. I am weird. I have seen “not too many deaths” but yes few, but that never affected me. I am surprised by my own self, when this “emotionless me” got moved by Irfan’s cancer news. I got to know about this on twitter when someone had shared this article. When I read the first time I thought it must be a rumour. Then I confirmed with my husband and I was like “God why it is not.” As I was reading further the full piece, I was both sad and smiling in consent. The feeling of sadness is obvious but don’t give me that look for smiling. It was a calm and repose one. Obviously, no one can do anything but to wait, his state of mind and the realization of his “oneness” with the universe gave me the feeling of tranquillity. How he had realised the immense power of nature and the cosmos moved me from roots. How death is so inevitable. We all know that but how ignorant we live of it. That made me think so much. #IrfanKhan this is for you and you are one hell of a guy who will get over this as well. I am sending my positive vibrations your way.


This post is published for #OpenNTalk Blogger’s League hosted by Gleefulblogger & Wigglingpen in association with SummerBarn, Vedantika Herbals, Nyassa, Explore Kids World.

I am a member of Team 3 #InvincibleGang. Read some more interesting posts this June from my team members. Here they are and do not miss to follow them on twitter for more updates –

1. Geethica MehraThoughts By Geethica

2. Papri GangulyThrough My Pink Window

3. Princy KhuranaClanpedia

4. Varsha Nitin Gode (Yogeeta Rane)VRAG

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