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Yaado ka high speed quota

Quarantine times mein jaldi aankh khul gayi,
Koi aur Jaga na tha to purani yaadon ki almari khul gayi,

Socha purani love story revise Kar leti hoon,
Roj to tumko yaad Karti hi hoon,
Thoda aur Yaad Kar leti hoon

Yaadon ki speed bhi jyada thi,kuch hi palo mein tumhare sath gujre lamho ki chavi aankhon ke aage se ghoom gayi,

Na koi pooorna viram,na koi alp viram

Bas tum aur tumhare sath beete pal

Mein tumhare sath ki achchi yaadein hi Yaad Karna chahti hoon,
Per dard Kam nhi hua hai abhi,
To wo Kuch  din bhi Yaad Kar leti hoon
Jab yuhi chale Gaye the,
Ek Baar peeche mud Kar bhi nhi Dekha tha,
Na aakhiri dua salaam
Na gale lagaya tha,

Tum to chale Gaye per tumharo yaadein nahi gayi
Koshish ki kuch jalane ki kuch bahane ki
Kuch ek potli mein band karke bhijwayi bhi thi
Mili hogi tumhe daak se,

Pata badi mushkilo se kuch purani emails se nikala tha

Bhijwaya to sab tha
Per phir bhi un lamho ki tasveero ka mein kuch nahi kar payi,
Jo yuhi aankhon mein bas gayi
Sab kuch dhundla hota hai jab,
Tab bhi wo saaf dikhayi dete hai
Tumhe shayad kuch yaad nhi hoga
Phir tum to nayi yaadein bana rahe ho ab

Tum kya karte honge aajkal,
Kaise ho tum,
Jaanti hoon koi jawab Nahi milega
Phir bhi khud se ye sawal Kar leti hoon

Kabhi Kabhi dar Lagta hai,

Sochti hoon tum theek to ho na

Aksar bimar rehte the,

Wo khayal to rakhti hogi tumhara,
Tum bas har haal mein Khush raho,
Jitne aasoon meri aankhon mein hai,
Itni khushiya tumhe mile
Ye dua aksar Kar leti hoon

Yakeen Mano,
Dua kubul hui to bahut Khush rahoge,
Kyunki aasoono ki Kami nhi
Bas aankhon mein hi Rok leti hoon

Chalo aaj ki yaadon ka high speed wala quota khatam hua,
Ab poore din tum dheere dheere meri yaadon mein ana
Kabhi chai banate hue,
To kabhi khichdi,

Kyunki kuch aur yaadein to nahi hai mere paas
Tum nahi bas tumhari yaadein

Tumko yaad karti hoon to
Aaj bhi romantic ho jaati hoon
Sare mast mast gaane background mein bajne lagte hai

Tumko ye padh kar lagega mein pagal ho gayi hoon
🙂 Daro mat , kagar per to pahuch jaati hoon aksar
Per phir rok leti hoon khud ko,
Sambhal leti hoon khud ko
Tum jo nahi ho sambhalne ko mujhko

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O yes, I am an insomniac

O yes, I m an insomniac
Who lost her sleep in the war of life,
I have become like a clock,
Who at 3 AM on one corner of the bed strikes,
Need to think about,What to think about.
Should I think about what happened with me few years ago,
Or should I let go,
What happened with me last evening.
It’s just quarter past  3 now.
And I adjust one more pillow
I was waiting for you to come in my dreams
Which while I am awake I see
You don’t say anything,You just smile
And I have so much to share hidden
In my heart
But I just keep mum
Cos I know you are just an imagination,
Which I thought to imagine about.
Oh it’s half past 3
Me and my pillow are at the farthest corner of bed,
I get up for once, switch off the light which I forgot to switch off
I lie down , and think to sleep again
Close my eyes for sometime
But this insomnia won’t leave me
I ask Alexa
What is the time
It’s still half past 3
I think I am thirsty
But just can’t getup to fetch water
This time I don’t turn the corner
But turn my side
Grab a pillow and hold him tight
I think of making myself a  cup of tea
But I choose to check on my phone
Is there anybody online
Ahh ! I can see that heavenly sign of sleep emoticon against each of person in my list
O yes, I remember I have to share some data with my friend
I searched on internet and shared her data
Hope I haven’t awakened her with message beep
But I am at the same time wishing her to be awake
It’s 4 am and time to change the side of my bed
Still 2 hours to go
Or should I do yoga or meditation
But if I wakeup I will feel sleepy in office
As if I am sleeping right now
I ask Alexa to play a lullaby for me for 10 minutes
I think I still have some time to grap a nap
Oh I am stuck in my blanket while changing my side
But I just don’t have energy to fix that
I choose to stay like that stuck , comfortably uncomfortable
I check status of people on whatsapp
I add things to my shopping cart
I think about my to-do list
And how I missed the deadline
It’s 5 am now and I think I should getup now
Oh just 10 more minutes let me try catch some sleep
But notification on insta comes
And I see that still nirbhaya is waiting for justice
And channels are wondering why pm wants to quit twitter account
I see people dying out of hunger without water
And fighting over a truffle
I just getup , scared ,worried
I switch on the lights
Still thinking about,
what to think
I am now back on my corner of bed
Like clock going on in same loops
But at the same time on clock evetyday
It’s a new day new time
With a pinch of hope
O yes I am insomniac
Who lost her sleep in war of life
Though amputated with failures
But still have a day to fight audacity of life

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Mein hi Ram, mein hi Raheem

Aasman se Allah ne dekha,
Insaniyat mar Rahi hai,
Na jaane ram ka Nam na Lene per,
Kyun kisi ki zindagi khatam ho Rahi hai,

Poocha Allah ne Ram se
Ye kya ho Raha hai,
Insaniyat ka namo Nishan is duniya se MIT Raha hai,
Bhai Bhai ke khoon ka pyasa ho Raha hai,
Tu aur mein ek hai ,phir bhi hamare Naam per batwara ho Raha hai

Mandir banake kya kisiko hasil ho Raha hai,
Yun katle aam karte hai,per hai hatya pap ho Raha hai,
Asal mein yahan har kisi per kale shaitan ka kabza ho Raha hai
Usi ne bandook thama di
Ram ka Nam na Lene ki maut saza Suna di

Har taraf hahakar macha hua hai,
Kahin Sukoon nahi ,kya pyar ka koi tinka bacha hua hai.

Ram chup se ,murjhaye se tanha baithe the,
Bole mein to prem ka path padane dharti per Gaya tha,
Shabri ka ber badi prasannta se sweekar Kiya tha,
Lobh aur ahem ka parityag karne ko bola tha
Mujhe koi smaran hi nahi karta ,
Mera Naam swayam nahi leta, kisi aur Ko vivash karta hai,
Mujhe hriday se to Nikal diya hai,
Mandir Nirman Kyun karwa rahe hai,

Mein to shabri ki kutiya mein nivas karta hoon,
Us mehnati Kisan ke saath rehta hoon,
Tabrez bhi mein hi hoon
Ram bhi mein hi hoon
Allah bhi mein aur ram bhi mein hoon
Mujhe Mandir nahi ek Pavitra hriday chahiye
Jismein Prem ho sirf Prem

Mere nam per ye raqt Pravah samapt Karo,
Ram ki Raheem aur Raheem Ka ram de milaap Karo




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जिंदगी

उलझी सी है कुछ जिंदगी, फिर भी ना रुके ये जिंदगी,
कोई साथ हो या ना हो , बस चलती रहती है ये जिंदगी,

किसी स्टेशन पर चढ़ती उतरती सवारियों की तरह,
कभी कुछ लेती है ती कभी कुछ देती है जिंदगी

समझ नही आती है ये ज़िंदगी, क्यूँ इतनी अजीब है ये ज़िंदगी,

कभी सूरज के ढलने के बाद ,वो काली अंधेरी रात है जिंदगी,
और कभी सूरज की रोशनी में नहाती,ओस की बूँद है जिंदगी,

कभी बिल्कुल नीरस, बेरंग है जिंदगी,
तो कभी इंद्रधनुष के सात रंग सी रंगीली है जिंदगी,

कभी पतझड़ है जिंदगी,
तो कभी यूही कहीं किसी कोने में फूटी कोपले, वो नयी आस है जिंदगी

क्या है, कैसी है, बस जैसी है बस है जिंदगी
जीना तो है अब जैसी भी है जिंदगी,
हँस कर बिताएँगे तो थोड़ा आसान है जिंदगी
अब जैसी भी है है तो अपनी ही जिंदगी,

चलो कोशिश करते है, जिंदगी से दोस्ती करते है,

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Mardaani 2

Recently I saw a movie – Mardaani2 and that movie has led to a series of thoughts in my mind. Generally, movies, biopic, history-based films are not real and made up a little bit. 

But still, every such story has a truth, a scary truth in it. And when it comes to cruelty about women, be it in any form of domestic violence, exploitation at work, rape, human trafficking, it is getting worse with every new day.

I remember I was in 6th class, way too back and I watched “Hello Zindagi” hosted by Nalini Singh, It was about a rape case of a three years old girl by the tenant kept by parents so that kids can be taken care of when they were away working. 

After that, I have heard thousands of stories, Sunitha Krishnan, Phoolan Devi, Bhawari Devi, Nirbhaya, Unnao Case, and the latest Hyderabad case. The list is never-ending, and these are a few of the reported cases. And if we include human trafficking cases, it will be like infinity. Reality is far worse than it seems.

Why this is happening, how can people do such things to a poor little soul? How sick people are. Why can’t Men think beyond this physical satisfaction and money? 

What do you think? I think we all have contributed to this problem, and we are the only solution.  

Why we are a problem:-

  1. Not fighting back

 We can’t deny the fact that at least once in her lifetime, every “SHE” is molested, and I am not an exception to it. But instead of fighting back what I did, I changed my route, ran away, cried alone, because I was never being taught to fight back, I was always being asked to keep quiet for so many reasons.

    • Fear -Molester, may return and will hurt me more if his ego is hurt.
    • You are the weaker sex, and you will not be able to overpower him.
    • What will society say?
    • Nobody will support you if you are in trouble.
    • Avoiding empty dark lanes, returning home on time is a better solution
    • Wear appropriate clothes.

2. Negative Trust on Police

We all do not have faith in our Police department. Most of the time, we are sure that they will not support us. There are so many cases wherein, due to the incapability and ignorance of Police, we have lost evidence and Victims. In many cases, Police do not register an FIR, often girls reporting are given character certificates that you must be provoking the guy, why you wear such clothes, etc., in some cases, police officers are rapists. Our Police department is so insensitive and is not trained to handle such situations. Due to all these reasons, rapists and molesters become confident. They know loose ends of the law, and they know they will get away after doing the crime. 

3. Insensitiveness 

Yes. We are brought up in a society that is insensitive towards women, towards life, wherein a woman is treated as sex objects. We are selfish and are not taught to think before we act, to think of the impact of our doings on others. Ours is a patriarchal society where we choose to decline a woman her fundamental rights. I think Jessica Lal Murder case can be cited as one of the examples wherein Men are not taught to accept a NO. Kindness, empathy is a major missing when it comes to Men of Indian society. Often Men or I would rather say Sick men consider Raping a woman as fun, enjoyment; they don’t think beyond that, repercussion of their activity on that woman. Can you believe that Just some girl said NO she is raped or acid is thrown over her face?

How insensitive we are! 

4. As parents, we have failed 

We should accept that as parents as a society; we have failed. It is the upbringing of a child that shapes the character. Generally, what we see in our family is what we become. It is our responsibility as parents to teach our children to respect women, have empathy, be kind. 

 

Solution:-

Strict laws can reduce cases of crime against women, but can’t stop them. Unless we, as a society, learn to be sensitive towards life, have empathy. We, as a parent need to teach our boys to respect women, be sensitive, be kind. We need to change the setup in our homes, we should think of bringing equality first in our homes. Like, father and mother, both should do household work. Simple things like this will have a significant impact. We need to teach our girls to shout and fight if they are not given their rights and not just sit back and accept.  

Let’s pledge to say NO to every cruelty against women. 

What’s your say on this?

 

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Meri ye choti choti aankhein

Meri choti choti aankhon mein tu basta hai,
I wonder ki tu kaise adjust karta hai.

ye aankhein meri choti choti si hai,
per sapne bade dekhti hai,
I wonder sapno ka panorama view kaise click karti hai.

ye meri choti choti aankein kamal ki hai,
har dard chupa leti hai, aur has kar dikha deti hai,
aur kabhi yuhi aasoon ka sailab baha deti hai,
I wonder kab kya karna hai, kaise jaan pati hai.

Meri in choti choti aankhon mein kai raaj chupe hai,
kuch tere , kuch mere ,
kuch kahaniyaan ruki hai,
jinhe chupa kar rakha hai
koi jaan na le isiliye in choti choti aankhon ko jhuka kar rakha hai,
I wonder meri choti choti aankhein wo locker keys kahan rakhti hai.

meri choti choti aankhein badi hi low maintenance hai,
na kajal jachta hai, na maskara lagta hai,
aur in sabka kharcha bhi bachta hai,
I wonder ye aankhein un savings ka kya karti hai.

meri choti choti aankein, na jaane kaise,
kabhi tere , kabhi kisi ke chehre per muskurahat bikher deti hai,
kisi ki badi badi aankhon se tapke aansoon jhat se pooch leti hai,
I wonder meri choti choti aankhein kaise dil se dil match karti hai.

kai bari mujhe lagta hai,
meri choti choti aankhein badi badi aankhon se jalti hai,
badi badi aankhon per songs likhe jaate hai,
har koi insaan inmein doob jana chahte hai,
in choti choti aankhon mein base sapne koi nai dekh pata,
in choti choti aankhon ko koi padhna hi nahi janta,
koi bataye ki in choti choti aankhon ko padhna seekh jaaoge ,
to jannat paoge,
I wonder meri choti choti aankhein apna dil ka haal kyun chupa kar rakhti hai

bas in aankhon ko ek hi baat ka malal hai,
meri choti choti aankhon mein bas tu tair na paya,
kyunki tu unhe padh hi nahi paya,
per ye aankhein tujhe padhna janti thi,
ye aankhein tere dil ka har haal janti thi
I wonder meri aankhein xray effect kahan se laati thi

bas in aankhon ko ek hi baat ka malal hai,
tu in aankhon mein chipe pyar ko na jaan paya,
kisi aur ki badi badi aankhon mein doob gaya
aur ham dono ke ishq ka imtihaan na paar kar paya ,
I wonder meri choti choti aankhon mein base pyar ke sailab ko tu kyun na dekh paya.

Anyways meri choti choti aankhein phir bhi kamal karti hai,
koi inhe padhe ya na padhe, kalmein hazar likhti hai,
I wonder meri choti choti aankhein kuch kuch don’t care kar ke sabki care kaise karti hai

to Janab jara kabhi meri choti choti aankho per bhi gaur farmaiye,
ye kya kehna chati hai, kabhi inke bhi kisse kahani sun kar jayiye.

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Dream of a prince charming riding a horse

“O mere sapno ke saudagar mujhe aisi jaga le chal”…
Do you remember the song in which actress dreams of his prince charming riding a horse? In India, all girls dream of a wedding where the groom will come on a horse in a procession with band and music to take them away. People often say, “what is wedding procession without a horse.” It was my dream also, but not anymore. I can’t think of celebrating my life by giving pain to a beautiful soul who can’t share their feelings.

I was surprised at my ignorance of the cruelty on these animals when I heard about “TheBackwaterSanctuary.” The BackwaterSanctuarytells is a place started by Zoha Jung Nambiar. This place is equipped with equines vets, tools and all necessary things to take care of rescues and is heaven for rescued horses, pony, donkeys. All rescues here are medically treated and taken care of. Zoha also shares stories of their rescues who are ill-treated by their owners.

Often owners of equines keep them unfed, unattended, and in worst conditions. They exploit these animals and use them in carts, procession, carrying the load. I cannot imagine how they bear the pain when we burst crackers and play loud music in front of them during the procession. They are forced to dance in functions on beats of drums. There are cases where rich people buy these beautiful souls just for fun and after some time, abandon them.

Several videos and stories are posted on the website of “Thebackwatersnactuary” that will bring tears in your eyes. I feel terrible that as a human being, how can we be so insensitive? How can we ignore our conscience?

I am guilty of all cruelty I have done on these animals knowingly or unknowingly. I hope to become a better human being with time. I have stopped using animal products like milk. I am sure that I will not be attending any procession or ceremony where animals will be used. Let’s do out bit to make this world a better place.

PS: You can sponsor any beautiful soul. Visit https://www.thebackwatersanctuary.com/ for more details. There are various other NGOs as well wherein we can do our contributions.

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Bala

Generally movie is weekend activity for metropolitan cities. And I am no exception. Sometime back I saw this movie called “Bala” though I knew the story. Our Bollywood is so damn predictable. You will get the gist of the story with a five minutes trailer.

But then why the hell I went to watch the movie?

Was it for Ayushman? No, a big No. Not that I don’t like him, I guess I would have dreamt of him many times as my prince charming. But who would like to see him bald? Only husbands are accepted as bald. Whose favorite hero is Anupam Kher? We admire and respect him for his acting skills. But he is not a hero? Even Rajni Sir wears a wig when he shoots for his movies.

The reason I wanted to watch the movie was to understand Bhumi’s character. How she deals with her color complex?. How she accepts herself ?. Was her at times rude behavior reflecting her anger of being deprived of many dreams because of her color. Has she never come out of complex and sadness. Or was it like she has accepted herself. Society treats women as an object, which has to be beautiful enough to survive. She is not supposed to have white hair. Men can age, can go bald and their belly can blow like anything.

With all due respect to Indian society traditions, fair-skinned brides are sought after for the bald, fat and dark-skinned boy. Bala was right when he said newspapers are filled with matrimonial ads for a fair-skinned bride. In Indian dictionary definition of beauty is fair color. Nobody looks for a beautiful heart. I am sure if we do a survey, we would find that society accepts a dark-skinned or a fat bride only if the groom’s side gets a large amount of money as a dowry.
So with all these facts, it is very difficult to accept ourselves as we are. We often tend to change ourselves as per society. Often we try to learn to eat chapatti by a fork.
But as Bala said “Badalna Kyun hai”? Least we can do is accept ourselves as we are and never seek acceptance from others.

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Bachpan

Tujh mein apna bachpan doondhta hoon,
Tujh mein apna bachpan doondhta hoon,

Wo masoomiyat , wo pyar Ka sailab dhoondta hoon,
Na chandi na Sona, bageeche ki wo mitti dhoondta hoon,
Jo khata tha Mann se mein, bhoj pakwan chod Kar,
Na jaane kyun usi mitti ko keechad kehta hoon,

Koi khilona Nahi , maa ke hatho Ka wo jhoola dhoondta hoon,
Jab ladte ladte gale lag jate the,aisi dost dhoondta hoon,

Na Mann mein  dwesh, na koi gaanth,
Aisa bachpan wala Dil dhoondta hoon

Tujhse milkar pyar kya hai ye  samajh aata hai,
Khud ko tujhe saup Doon ,Mann yahi baar Baar dohrata hai,
bas ek khilona,thoda sa pyar, bas yahi Teri jaroorat hai,
Phir kyun duniya ka har insaan, bazaar dhoondta hai

Tujh mein apna khoya hua astitva dhoondta hoon,
Tujh mein wo pyar  se bhara Mann dhoondta hoon,
Tujh mein apna bachpan dhoondta hoon…

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Do your Bit

In the hustle-bustle of life, you often search for moments wherein you are in peace with yourself. For some, it could be a window seat and a book, for some it could be a chai and a song playing in the background, for some living that song “Kisi ki muskurahato pe ho nisaar, kisi ka dukh mil sake to le udhaar”.  For some “Doing their Bit”.

“SavingTheSahyadris’ is one such group I got in touch with recently, who believe in “DOING THEIR BIT TO SAVE ENVIRONMENT”. A group of young people who are fighting for plastic-free earth and they have chosen their karamsthali as “Sahyadri Ranges “. This group goes on trek every weekend and collect all plastics /glass/non-biodegradable stuff and get it recycled.

On 13th July 2019, the group did a cleanup drive on “Naneghat” a small mountain pass at around 2600 elevation. Total 32 Kg, of which 22 KG was of Glass bottles, 5.5 Kg was plastic bottles and 4.5 Kg of plastic wrappers collected. All trash was handed over to some “Kabadiwala” who will recycle glass and plastic bottles and plastic wrappers will be given to Municipality which will be transferred to landfill.

I also volunteered in the drive and was shocked to realize how insensitive and ignorant people are towards the environment. There was a treasure of plastic waste, lots of empty glass bottles people have left.

We experienced a variety of reactions regarding our cleanup drive, few of them overwhelmed us with a satisfactory feeling and few reactions made us ponder how ignorant and insensitive people can be. Just a glimpse of reactions …

  1. Out of a total of 32 Kg of trash collected, at least 2 Kg was collected by children who came for trekking in Naneghat. They made our drive successful. We are happy that our “Doing our bit” endeavor inspired kids also.
  2. Few of young guys and a mother with a small kid also helped us in collecting trash. That was a WOW feeling.
  3. So many people thanked us on our way back. They appreciated us, few of them helped us getting trash bags down the hill. We cannot thank them enough.

While above were positive sides of the coin, few people were like “Are you MAD, why are you carrying waste down, Leave it here,”. “Clean Mumbai, it has more waste”.  While a group was doing their bit, serving their mother nature, few were just ignoring their responsibilities.  But we cannot blame them, they just are not aware of the consequences of plastic pollution. They have not been sensitized.

I remember a dialogue “Maarne wale se bachane wala bada hota hai ” And I am glad I am in “Bachane wali category” . I believe in “Doing Our bit” and I did, Are you game for it?

I appreciate  “SavingTheSahyadri” group for this initiative from the bottom of my heart.

PS :- If you want to  “DO YOUR BIT ” , join this group , use link :- https://chat.whatsapp.com/FvcmroZD4ilG1RDeZrZZjB

or you can connect with Prateek[9953678799], Vyas[9987566233] , Vinay[9820646660]
Any suggestions /feedback for this group is more than welcome.

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