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तू..


मेरे मर्ज़ की
है यही दवा एक
तू..

न निराश होऊ
साथ है ‘गर
तू..

न हताश होऊ
है हाथ थामे ‘गर
तू..

हर गम सह जाऊँ
है सामने ‘गर
तू..

मेरे हर मर्ज़ की
है सिर्फ और
सिर्फ दवा एक
तू..

-अ’नामी’


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स्थिर


दुखी, बेहाल, निराश, हताश, टुटा-बिखरा,

जैसा छोड़ गए थे, वैसी ही हूँ अब तक ।

अ’नामी’

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लम्हें


उसके न होने के साथ हुआ एक एहसास भी,
हाय, कितने ढेर लम्हें होते है एक ही दिन में ।
-अ’नामी’

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बीती रात


उसने कहा कुछ नहीं
रात भर वो रोती रही

भीगती रही मेरी बाज़ु
उसके आँसुओं से

उसकी नम आँखों का
एहसास मुझे होता रहा

उसे शायद पता न हो
रात भर समेटे मैंने

वो कीमती मोती
अपने आप मैं

मैं कहता नहीं कभी
पर हाँ आज कहता हूँ

मुझे तुमसे प्यार है
बहुत प्यार है
सबसे ज्यादा प्यार है

तुम सबसे खास हो
मेरी जान हो !!

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काश !!


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इतने आंसू देते हो तुम
काश , मेरे न होते तुम ।
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इतने आंसू देती है तू
काश, मेरे हो जाए तू।

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Beats


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She danced
Enjoyed songs.
So loud.
All alone.

With high beats
She has
Beaten
Her anger.

Now she is
Not hurt.
Not feeling ignored.
She overcame.

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Words….are not enough


You convey words when you say anything. You can’t convey the intention they are said with. So hard to communicate in this complicated world. It is the doubt that create all this non-sense. Lack of trust is the root cause. Trust the person as your own and you will never see the negative words but only positive intentions.

The same set of word from our loved ones will never hurt us, but it will hurt, when it comes from someone else’s loved one.

Where is the difference after-all..

1. Set of words are same.

2. Persons they are coming from holds same position.

3. The intentions / mind sets are same.

4. Person receiving those words is same.

Then where is the controversy?? Where is the misunderstanding created ?? It is us who create the difference. No one out there is forcing us to take both situations otherwise. It is us. Difference is in our mind. Difference is in our mental image of both the persons. Any solution ?? Yes, why not. Every problem has a solution. The solution here is you..your mental attitude..which need to be expanded from the traditional world conditioning.

Receptive Error. Yes, it is the term for this situation. Listener’s misunderstanding of the speaker’s intentions.

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Now from speaker’s point of view. You say something so normal, but it was taken wrong. Totally misunderstood. This is so confusing, irritating for some people like me, who have somewhat week connection between their thoughts and tongue. To express their thoughts, rather just to say or ask something they have to create a nice sentence in their minds, think about others reaction and, then speak up. And that thinking process sometimes take more than expected time and ruin the situation. sigh..

And now one may ask, what they think upon for so long. That could not be the fact. But it is cent percent true. It is that, they think more about others than self. Which I agree should be considered as sin. Yes, why not. Nowadays how many people out there think ‘what he/she will think if I say so?’ or ‘what if he /she will feel bad by my this action?’ I guess none. This is right in a way. Why the hell do we care and think about anyone else. We should say and do whatever we want to do without thinking of others. (sarcastic?? Huh.. )

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I Agreed To Be The Bride. I Didn’t Know That Would Make Me Stop Being The Daughter To My Parents.


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I just got 500 likes on my wedding pictures on Facebook. That’s a record high for me given that I only have some 700-odd friends. But I have to hand it to the photographer- He did a brilliant job. Isn’t that what any wedding is about? Happy feelings, taking beautiful vows, lots and lots of smiling photographs with the bride and groom looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.

I had an arranged marriage, I met my husband just once – the day our wedding got fixed. Sounds rather uncanny in today’s world, doesn’t it? But that is how quickly it was fixed. The wedding was arranged in a jiffy. It was almost like Marriage At First Sight.

Except, there was a lot more to it than meets the eye. And that is the Bride’s Story.

Before the wedding, the bride packs all her stuff in suitcases and bags, prepared to move to her husband’s home. When I became that bride, I suddenly saw my life being turned upside down with the strangest kind of uncertainty that was IMPOSED on me. It tore my heart. I still remember breaking down into tears as I was packing my stuff –

Just to think I will never use my old bed again! I will not wake up to see my old bunny bug toy against the wall, where my father had put it up for me when I was a kid. I tried packing the pictures, books, stuff and paintings from my room, but I realized how empty and lifeless it would make the room look. I realized that it would shatter my parents to look into my empty room. I had to maintain the illusion that I was not… Gone.

Like most Indian girls, I grew up to be an extremely independent woman– right from helping my mother and sister with grocery to medicines, to weekend movies and festival shopping; I would be the official driver and companion. I still remember the last visit to a movie in Bangalore before my wedding– my mother and I broke down while coming back. Until then, I didn’t realize that I may never again cherish these mother daughter moments together.

The wedding shopping fervor was mind numbing, the endless arrangements and the invitations drained me physically. But even that wasn’t enough to put me to an exhausted slumber. I had to stare at my ceiling at night with the crashing realization that my old room will no longer just be mine anymore.

And it wasn’t just my bloody room! I had to “shift” into a whole new home, and have an entirely other set of family and friends. That wasn’t me! That didn’t sound like my life at all!

I would choke on the tension and fear, always skeptical. Most importantly, I realized that these final days with my parents and sister would never come back again. It would never be the same. This version of me had an expiration date.

On my wedding day, I remember the countless relatives from in law’s side telling me “Beta, this day onwards you belong only to our family.” I forced my cheeks to stretch, imitating a smile-like something. But I kept looking at my parents silently. They were so busy attending to the guests!

“But I am always a daughter first mama. I will always be your Titlee, papa” I kept saying in my head, hoping that they would hear it from across the hall.

I wonder how many grooms are told, “You belong to only our family now”? I am not sure.

Behind the cameras, the mehendi ceremonies, the makeup sessions and non-stop controversial chattering of all the aunties, there is a the girl who is thinking about the few hours which are going to change her life forever… The new home she is going to, the new relatives she has never met and the one million new things keeping all her past behind… Hoping she can stay in touch with all her friends, hoping that her life does not change irreversibly, and hoping she can still follow her dreams.

And most importantly hoping – This is my man… Let this boat brave the storms in the ocean. Please God.

And so, with all the anticipation, tension, expectations, hopes and dreams, I took my vows. I began my “new life” by promising to be my best as a wife, friend, confidante, daughter in law, sister, aunt and what not.

But amidst these promises, I made another one- a silent one that nobody else could hear. I made it to my parents as I looked into their eyes, tears blurring the outlines of their faces. I made the vow to never stop being the daughter they knew me to be.

Then it was time for the ceremony of ruining my make-up with tears. They call that the Bidaai. I stepped out of the protective periphery of my home, trying so to be the smiling bride who was going to her husband’s house in sometime. There is a picture of that too.

But NO! A wedding is NOT just the exchange of vows or colorful display of pictures on a Facebook page that you “Like” so gladly! It is the beginning of phase where a woman embraces a whole new world. She HAS to, you see. It is the “normal” thing to do.

It is not that you forgot your duties as a daughter or a friend, it is just that post marriage it is not just your parents or your friends – it is now “our families and our friends”.

After the wedding, the groom’s home is thronged by guests and filled with festivities. “Welcome, Bride! Light our lamp,” they’ll say. But the daughter in me kept fretting about her home with her parents in it. No one but her parents in her home. All by themselves.

Home sickness after the wedding has a much different flavour than homesickness from the hostel days. I could no longer laugh away the difficulties and wait for my next vacation to go home. Technically, I was already at “home”. It was just a “new home” and I just had to wait for time to work its magic and make me accept this reality.

But no matter how sweet and caring your mother in law is, the special tea your mother makes, the way she arranges your stuff and the way your father cuddles and cajoles you is so irreplaceable.

But no matter how far the daughter is from her parents, at the end of the day, she is first their little daughter, and then a wife and daughter in law. Like they say ‘a daughter is a daughter all her life’.

Author’s Note:

I’m just another girl in another arranged marriage. I like my life and I love my husband, but I think that the stress on the bride is unfair. I am also pretty tired of responding to comments on my Facebook profile. Sometimes, I don’t want to be happy. I want to be able to cry and miss my parents. I don’t want to put up a smile all the time just to live up to the image of the wedding. My Mehendi is fading. Will my stress fade too?

Source – akkarbakkar.com

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The Only Aid


 

 

 

lockFalling, disappointment, sadness, feeling down, blahblabla….. all negatives are also the part of life.

My happiness is in my hands. No one but i am the maker of my mood, my day, my life. Why and how the hell anyone out there can hit me inside?? No one can. No one has that right.

 
RISE every time i fall, i IGNORE & KICK OUT disappointments, i CHEER UP in sadness, i SMILE every time i am down. i Say – “Yes !! i can change my mood, and i WILL.”  CRY??.. yes i cry hard but then i SMILE HARDER. yohooo… i am happy, i made myself happy and i promise to be back again from lows, in lesser efforts..

The key to my mood, my feelings is in my hands, i know better which way to unlock. 😉

Happiness

 

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