… ये हवायें

ना ले इनसे कोई दूर मंज़िल तक चलने का वादा
क्यूंकि, ना तो इनका कोई मुक़ाम है, ना ही इन पर कोई लगाम है
हर राह से अनजान, हर ओर उड़ाएँगी तुझे
… ये हवायें

ना कर कोई इक रंग की ख़्वाहिश
क्यूंकि, इनमें हर रंग होगा
दूर नील गगन होगा, तो कभी लालिंमा छटा होगी; तो कभी काली घटा भी होगी
कभी होगा लाल, तो कभी पूरा नीला, कभी साफ़ सफ़ेद तो कभी पूरा रंगीला
उड़ाएँगी हर रंग तुझपे
… ये हवायें

काहे को पत्थर बने है, और इन हवाओं से तुझ संग उड़ने की आस लिए है
ग़र है मोहब्‍बत तो; तोड़ दे डोर और उड़ जा पतंग के जैसे..
वार दे अपने को इन चंचल हवाओं पे कुछ ऐसे
सारे जहाँ की सैर कराएँगी तुझे
… ये हवायें

यदि रुख बदलेंगी तो; तो पतंग को भी बहा ले जायेंगी संग अपने
ना डोर बांधेंगी; ना डोर छोड़ेंगी
कुछ इस तरह इश्क़ फ़रमाएंगी
… ये हवायें

 

Aye Ajnabi..

kuchh to jadoo kiya hai tune, aye ajnabi..

warna hawaon mein ye khusboo pahle to na thi..

ghataon mein ye rangat pahle to na the..

dil mein tamannayein to thi, par unme ye umange pahle to na thi..

baatein to bahut thi,par unme ye roomaniyat pahle to na thi..

.. kuchh to jadoo kiya hai tune, aye ajnabi…

 

Life is about correcting mistakes…

Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica’s mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook with Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: ‘Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.

When there’s something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it’s about next to the line.

The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I’ve done the first one for you today.Do share with Hitesh. When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you’ve had.’

Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

This was what they did after certain time:

– 7 Feb: Rs.1000, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage

– 1 Mar: Rs.1000, salary raise for Monica

– 20 Mar: Rs.2000, vacation trip to Bali

– 15 Apr: Rs.3000, Monica got pregnant

– 1 Jun: Rs.2000, Hitesh got promoted

….. and so on…

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn’t talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world…. no more love…Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Monica talked to her Mother:-‘Mom, we can’t stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can’t imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!’

Mother: ‘Sure, girl, that’s no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can’t stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money & spend it first. You shouldn’t keep any record of such a poor marriage.’

Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.

While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears.

She left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: ‘This is the day I notice how much I’ve loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you’ve brought me.’

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.

“When you fall, in any way, Don’t see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped
Life is about correcting mistakes.”

 

मेरा पीछा करती हुईं कुछ अनजानी परछाइयाँ

मेरा पीछा करती हुईं कुछ अनजानी परछाइयाँ
एक पुल के नीचे तलछटी के किनारे सूखते कुछ रंग-बिरंगे कपडे
कुछ अनसुने मद-मस्त संगीत में नाचती एक तनहा बोतल
एक कम्बल में लिपटी हुई जैसे अभी नींद से जागी, एक परी सी लड़की
एक घर की खुली छत और जैसे सुबह की धुप का स्वागत करती एक अधखुली खिडकी
कुछ हरे-भरे खेत, कुछ सुबह की ओउस में नहाये हुए, कुछ बस काली मिटटी में सने हुए
एक अकेला पेड़ पूरे गर्व से, वहीँ से गुजरता हुआ एक किसान
फिर एक बड़ी सी नदी, इसके किनारे से सटा एक मंदिर
वहीँ दो-चार छलांग लगाते हुए बच्चे, बचपन के रंग में रंगे हुए
एक लंबा सा रास्ता, उस पर से गुजरता हुआ गाय-भैंसों का एक झुण्ड
उनके पीछे एक चरवाहा लाठी लिए हुए, वही उनका मालिक, काफी खुश दिख रहा था ||

ये जिंदगी के कुछ रंग जो शायद खो रहे हैं मेरी इस जंग में, या फिर अपना भी एक रंग है |
कुछ भी हो, चलो डूब जाते हैं इन रंगों में बस कुछ पल के लिए
…. फिर वादा किया मैंने कि आऊंगा मैं एक दिन, इन रंगों में डूब जाने को ||

 

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He is still “alive”…..in us!!!

Hi Rewa Di, I’d no idea, you will love this so much 🙂 Thanks.

Turning the wheel...

Yesterday evening, I received an e-mail from Rahul and I thought it would be better to quote here.

Hi Rewa Di,

I was not knowing Iqbal Sir and overlooked this post. But recently on my Diwali vacation, while traveling to home in a train, I came across someone who eventually told me about Iqbal sir. And now by reading this, I just could not stop myself by writing something.

Train stops at Bina station, passengers flocked into already crowded train and soon they settled some standing or some got corners of seats offered by some kind hearted. Near to me was a middle age lady with a girl. Both wearing a track suits clearly indicating that they were returning from some sport meet or something. I could not read the school name as they were facing me. Conversation fly into the air. That lady seems very intellectual and possessing…

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Humara Navodaya Hai Ek Moti..

It is hard to believe, even for me that I could write such thing. This is a Poem on ‘Navodaya Vidyalaya Integratation Meet’, Look at the date at bottom:) Yes, It had been created on 18th April, 1997. We were in literature class, sitting on reddish carpet, actually could not remember the color, but it was Red, as far as I can recall. There were sand and sand everywhere, but that place was very calm and peaceful, which had made me to write these line.
You may also be surprised to see the place as well. Place was Bhartiyam Gram, New Delhi. I don’t know where is this place in Delhi. I need to write some other day about that place which is more like a beautiful simulation of typical Indian Village.

Humara Navodaya Hai Ek Moti

 

Sweets At My Desk

Subha Utha , Nahaya ..Mast Deo Lagaya…

Usko Yaad Kiya Aur Muskuraya…

Muskurahat Ka Karan Tha , Kya Sapna Liya Tha Raat Ko

Main Company Ka Ceo Aur My Dream Girl Was My PMO.

Mann To Kiyan So Jaon, Swapn Ki Duniya Mein Laut Jaun…

Phir Socha Uski Jhalak Paani Hain Office Mein, Kahin Late Na Ho Jaun…

Goggles Lagaya Style Mein, Sutta Niptaya,

Bike Kiya Self Start, Accelerater Maara

Pahooncha Office…Card Swipe Kara..

Khola Pc …Lotus Notes Top Par Mail Uska Paaya…

Mailbox Dekh Sanatta Chaya..

Uska Mail Ka Subject Humien Na Bhaya..

Ek Baar Phir Kiya Mail Ka Subject Check

Oh No ..Not Again..Same Words…”Sweets At My Desk”

Darte Darte Khola Mail…Andar Wedding Invitation Paaya…

Lo Bhaiya Lut Gayee Duniya…Mandraya Kala Saaya…

Dukhi Mann Se Socha …Chalo Ek Baar Contents To Padd Le..

Naam Kya Hai Ladke Ka…Details Se Rubaru To Ho Le…

Phir Ek Baar Mann Chakkar Khaya…Uska Naam Kahin Naa Paaya..

Mail Ka Phir Se Audit Kiya…Dil Ko Ncr Report Acha Aaya…

Mail Ke Subject Se Achi Mail Ke Body Nikli..

Jiski Shaadi Thi ..Woh To Uski Sister Nikli…

Bhujti Hui Low Phir Phadphadai…

Ek Umeed Jaagi..Asha Ki Ek Kiran Nazar Aayee.

Josh Bhare Kadmon Se Rukh Kiya Uske Cubicle Ki Aur…

Ab Sirf Uskee Jhalak Nahin ..Yeh Dil Maange More..

Aaj Tak Cubicle Ki Diwaron Se Dekha Tha Usko..

Dekhte Hee Usne Bola ..Lo Dear, Sweets Lo..

Humne Suna “Dear” , Humne Kaha Ab No Fear.

Kiya Jhuki Aankhon Se Usko Stare, Uthaya Sweats Ka Apna Share..

“Dear” Shabd Kitna Acha Lagne Laga Tha….

Uske Aur Mere Beech Ka Loc Ab Mitne Laga Tha…

Baton Hi Baton Mein Usko Bataya Mail Padke Hua Confusion Tha

Reply Jo Bataya Usne, Phir Se Chida Kargil Tha..

Phir Se Low Bhuj Gayee Thi, Umeed Mit Gayee Thi …

Uski Sagai Ki Mail To Ek Hafte Pahle Bounce Back Ho Chuki Thi…

Maa Kasam Ek Hi Gaana Yaad Aa Raha Tha Cham Se…

Kasam Ki Kasam , Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Ab Humse…

O Haseeno Sun Lo Meri Iltaaja,

Please Mat Hona Humse Khafa,

Kuch Bhi Ho Jaaye Ab Na Hoga Adjust,

Ab Mat Daalna Mail With Subject “Sweets At My Desk“

 

Law of Garbage Truck

One day I hopped into a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us.

My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. So I asked, “Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!”

This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call “The Law of the Garbage Truck.” He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you.

Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the street. The bottom line is that successful people don’t let garbage trucks take over their day.

Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so…

“Love the people who treat you right. Forgive the ones who don’t.”

Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

 

Perception: Enjoy life NOW .. it has an expiry date !

In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later: 

The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent – without exception – forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

After 1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:

*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . ..

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

Enjoy life NOW .. it has an expiry date !