Mornings

My neck gets ample of exercise in the mornings when I leave for office. As soon as I step down from my first floor home in Lajpat Nagar, I am greeted by the incessant ringing of tring-tring bells by rickshaw walas and the I-have-stopped-the-rickshaw-for-you-please-come-fast look. That is when the exercise of the neck starts. Every minute you are on the road you nod your head left-n-right with the no-I-dont-want-to-get-in-your-rickshaw look. It is notable that almost every rickshaw wala will stop his khali rickshaw for a minute or so expecting you to honour the seats of his rickshaw.

Almost the reverse happens in the case of a auto rickshaw. It is not their do-you-need-a -auto look that meets me every morning but the i-do-not-have-gas attitude or the more egoistic this-auto-is-for-hire-only-for-far-off-places-and-not-for-very-near-places-like-high court-or-supreme court and the newest formula they have adopted is I-do-not-get-savaris-from-supreme court-so-I-won't-go. Some won't even take the pain of approaching and asking the name of the place if they see Afghani people, who are large in number in Lajpat Nagar and make sure to come to the so-called auto stand everyday to travel everyday to God knows where to, waiting for an auto. Humph... Even a threat of complaining to the police does not help the case. Well, you can never force them to take you to your destination when they don't have fuel in their vehicle. That could cost me my job also. So I stand there waiting for humanity to happen and a auto wala whisking me away in his auto to the place of my choice ;) And when that happens, I make sure to give him an extra 5 bucks for being my saviour in time of trouble. And when that does not happen, I take the liberty to use my thumb to flag down an already occupied auto with the oh-I-am-so-getting-late-for-office-would-you-mind-giving-me-lift-till-the-place-I-get-an-auto look. In short, the ever useful abla naari in distress look does get a heart or two melted.

All said and done, I anyhow reach my destination and start the day anew forgetting the turmoil and recollecting it only when I feel a scratch in the hand and an urge to pen it down.

hindi mein sher-o-shayari

Dil ki sunun ki dimag ki

dono paagal hain yeh itfak nahi

pyar mein jab is dil ne dhoka khaya

toh dil ne fuslaya "ki yeh toh bacha hai ji"

aur dimag ne samjhaya "ki yeh toh kacha hai ji...kisi pe bhi fisalta hai kyunki"

dil ki awaz mein thi woh gehrai

na samajh me aaya thi ki nadani thi dikhayi

jab dimaag ki baat par gaur farmaya

tab neend khuli aur hosh aaya

ki yeh duniya badi matlabi hai

sab karte yahan par gandagi hain

is duniya mein rehna hai toh dil se nahi dimag se kaam lo...

dil humesha toot tha hai aur dimag hamesha sambhalta hai.

My niece on her first ever baby show -

I was looking cute
Dat was how I was viewed


Dressed up as a pari
I had no worry


I went to a baby show
And sat in d second row

But cudn't keep my feet still
And climbed onto d stage fir n fir (again n again!)


d principle was pareshan
“kaun hai ye nanha shaitan”!!!


I was called to perform on d stage
Coz I cudn't be bound like a animal in a cage


So I went up d stage to stand
And an exclamation went up – “ oh! Wat a cute baby with a cute hair band”


D hair band had two ears
And I bath daily with pears


So I was standing dere
N all attention was on me n my gear

I had a fairy stick in my hand
Which I used to make d balloon on d stage expand


D anchoring host was happy
N d audience went clappy clappy


den later on d results came out
N my bua let out a little shout


Coz I had won d first prize
Which for my dadu-dadi, mummy –daddy n chachu-chachi was a big surprise


Dey all heaved a sigh of relief
Coz dis little naughty girl had made dem believe.


One piece of advice
Every adult has within him a child


Show ur naughtiness to everyone
forget all d tensions coz u r unique and the only one.


Thank u for ur support
Wenever I win another time I will put up a post

N also plz forgive my BUA
She is a liitle crack hua...

Jab se I have won dis baby show
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Encounter

She was standing there. A paper in hand. Looking expectantly all around. I caught her eye and she came nearby. She showed me the paper she was clutching tightly in her hand. It was the address of the metro station on which we both had got down. She asked or rather indicated to me whether it was the right station on which she had got down. I said "yes". By the way she showed me the paper and asked or rather indicated for certain things I had come to the conclusion that she was dumb. She could not speak. The thought of not being able to speak sent the active cells of my fist-sized brain into a frenzy. The fact that I had recently gotten married and could not speak out my heart loud at my in-laws place was pre-dominantly flowing in the brain. I was forced to think about the situation where I would want to clarify some issues with my spouse but would not do so just for the sake of it. Just for the sake of it or maybe for the reason that the issues are not so big so as to be spoken out. But here was a well grown up woman who was unable to speak even the smallest of things in her mind. Her happiness, sadness, everything, and I really mean everything had only the medium of her facial expressions but no words. No words to state the various emotions that go on in a mind. No words to express emotions that cannot be expressed by facial expressions or otherwise. No words at all at any point of time. I was amazed at the fact as to how this woman has been spending her lifetime without words. Not only this woman but all those persons in the world who did not possess the minimal faculties for proper functioning of a human being. But why did facing this woman suddenly float an emotion that was buried deep somewhere. Why all of a sudden I was forced to think that all small issues need not be given voice come what may? That some things are best not said. When the time is right they will themselves find a mention and I need not repeat them inside my head and practice day n night as to how I would want to present it. But one thing that I am unable to understand is why having met a total stranger at a total unwarranted time instill within me the urge to keep silent rather than speak out. Having encountered her I should have been inspired to speak out rather than remain silent but that is not the case to be... It is rather amusing that I should be feeling this way...a feeling which is rather uncommon....'coz when you meet a person of some disability the first thing that you say or rather do is thank GOD for having given you all the right faculties in the right place to live a wonderful life. Indeed I was thankful to GOD for having provided me the power to speak out my heart but then why did it feel odd that I should have decided to keep quiet about some things and not speak them out. Maybe then it was the right thing to do...or maybe then it wasn't...I don't know...Maybe I will never know...or maybe I know and don't want to speak it out....or maybe...just maybe....


Answers anyone...???

At last!

My days are numbered now.
Time is plenty but it seems less.
There is much to do but what to do no clue.

It seems like time has decided to fly by
and carry with me in its wings
to drop me at the spot where i will lose an identity
with which i lived for 26 yrs and instead
give me an identity with which i will have to live for the rest of my life
a life which no one knows when it will end.

It feels utterly shocking that i will leave a life that i created for myself
and go live in the shadow of someone else (which i never meant to happen)
for the major part of the God gifted life.

Leave everything behind
ur name
ur family
ur friends
ur life
ur lifestyle
ur freedom
ur smartness
ur cunningness
ur willingness
ur zeal
ur enthusiasm
ur excitement

all in all ur everything except urself so that u can be moulded into a new human being overnite so that u can
adjust to the changes
adjust to the new environment
adjust to the new surroundings
adjust to the new lifestyle
adjust to the excitement of being a newly wed
adjust to losing ur freedom n living in captivity
adjust to living ur life on someone else's terms
adjust to living a life that u never imagined will happen to u
adjust to everything n everything...