The Unspoken Words!!

I have been receiving lots of positive feedback and comments on my writings and in between the comments are some questions asking about what is the source of inspiration for these writings. The question gave me another reason to write on why I write. But while I started writing, the lines started going far from my reply on why I write, but still, they were communicating the thoughts of several others who write to express the unspoken words, words which will always remain unspoken otherwise.

हमें अब नींद की तलब नहीं रही,

अब रातों को जागना अच्छा लगता है.

एक यादें ही तो है तेरी साथ मेरे,

उन यादों को संजोना अच्छा लगता है.

जाने क्या जादू किया तेरी मुस्‍कुराहट ने,

फूलों सा तेरा मुस्कुराना अच्छा लगता है.

वो मेरा तुझे सताना और तेरा रूठ जाना,

फिर मेरा तुझे मनाना अच्छा लगता है.

दिल करे करू बातें तेरी आँखों से,

तू हो सामने तो नज़रें झुकाना अच्छा लगता है.

शेरो-शायरी में कर लेता हूँ बातें तेरी,

शायद तभी ये शायरी करना अच्छा लगता है.

मुझे मालूम नहीं तू मेरी किस्मत में है या नहीं,

मगर तुझे खुदा से माँगना अच्छा लगता है.

शेरो-शायरी में कर लेता हूँ बातें तेरी,

शायद तभी ये शायरी करना अच्छा लगता है.

I hope you like it. :) 

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Is this Love?

Just tried penning down thoughts of a Young Boy, who is confused if ‘he was indeed in love’. 

चाँद से भी पूछा एक बार मैने,

क्या तुझें देखूँ या अपना यार.

चाँद भी मुस्कुराया और बोला मुझसे,

तरसता हूँ मैं भी उसका दीदार.

एक तेरी ही मुस्कुराहट है जो,

मुझे ग़म सारे भुला देती है.

तेरी एक पलकें झुकाने की अदा,

इस दिल को तेज़ धड़का देती है.

प्यार से जब तुम पुकारते हो,

एक अरमान सा दिल में जगता है.

कह तो दूँ यह तुमसे में,

पर डर सा दिल में लगता है.

रब्ब से मांग लूँ तुझको मैं,

ऐसा दिल चुपके से कहता है.

सीने में रहता था कभी मेरे,

अब जाने कहाँ वो रहता है.

धड़कता था पहले कभी चुपचाप से,

वो कुछ समय से खो गया है.

क्या प्यार इसी को कहते हैं,

जो मुझको शायद हो गया है.

रहता था अपनी दुनिया में बेखबर,

अब सपनों की नगरी में खो गया है. 

क्या प्यार इसी को कहते हैं,

जो मुझको शायद हो गया है.

He is still searching for an answer. Do you have one for him?

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Ab ki Baar, Kiski Sarkar??

It's Election Season in India these days. While all the news channels are busy giving their bit of breaking news related to Elections, there is something even we, the Voters, need to do to make this whole exercise a success. The whole last week and the running week, office talks have been centred around what all will be done on the 'Official Holiday' on the Voting Day in Delhi NCR, April 10. All the talks have different agenda, but the main agenda, voting, lacks a mention out there. I tried penning down a few lines to urge Voters to vote:

अब की बार, किसकी सरकार??

दुनिया का सबसे बड़ा लोकतंत्र,

हर किसी की अलग अलग राय है.

कहीं युवराज का भाषन यहाँ,

तो कहीं नमो की चाय है.

झाड़ू बजना शुरू हुआ अब,

लालटेन भी यहाँ जलती है.

हाथी ऊपर बहुत हुई सवारी,

साइकल भी खूब अब चलती है.

बदले की राजनीति हैं सब करते,

इन सबमें इनको महारत है.

बिगड़ा कुछ नहीं इन नेताओं का,

बर्बाद हुआ यह भारत है.

जब तक ना हो यहाँ मतदान,

करलो तब तक दर्शन इनके भरपूर.

पाँच साल फिर दिखेंगे ना यह,

रहेंगे अपने चुनाव क्षेत्र से दूर.

जीवन की यह विडंबना देखो,

कुर्ता सफेद पर दिल काले हैं.

लेकर जाओ अपने दर्द पास इनके,

तो इन लोगों के दिलों पे ताले हैं.

हर नेता पे करके भरोसा,

कितने धोखे हैं हमने खाये.

तिजोरियाँ इनकी भर्ती रहें बस,

जनता रहे रोती चाहे चिल्लाये.

होती हर वोट की है अहमियत पूरी,

अब वोट करने के लिये भागो रे.

मतदान दिवस की छुट्टी मना ली बहुत,

भारत के युवा, अब तो जागो रे.

बहुत सह लिये है घाव भारत ने,

हो हमारा नारा यही इस बार,

उठो, जागो और वोट करो सब,

लेकर है आनी लोकतंत्र की सरकार.

वोट करना है जिम्मेदारी हमारी ,

वोट करेंगे हम ज़रूर इस बार.

है नये भारत की आवाज़ नयी,

अब की बार, लोकतंत्र की सरकार.

I will vote. Will you? 

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Decent for the World, but Frustrated for Family!!

After a brief incident that I witnessed travelling from New Delhi to Amritsar in train last week, I had to write something to share my thoughts on the same. Why is it that we portray ourselves as complex creatures, who are well sophisticated and decent for the outside world, but as we enter our houses, we immediately get transformed into a frustrated lot, which has his family as his very own punching bag.

Helping me, Arun, a single father narrates these lines to you, while his son, whom he calls ‘Chhotu’ out of love is still crying sitting besides him.

पल पल गुज़रे समय यह कैसा,

बीते वक़्त को याद कर जीये जा रहे हैं.

भागे जायें समय के साथ हम भी,

इस दौड़ में भाग लिये जा रहे हैं.

भागते हुये एक दिन ख्यालों में अपने,

रास्ते में एक अजनबी से था टकराया.

“मुझे माफ करना, मैनें आपको देखा नहीं”

यह कहके मैनें अपना शिष्टाचार निभाया.

घर पहुँचा जैसे मैं थकाहारा,

छोटू मेरा दौड़ के मिलने आया.

“दूर रहो तुम मुझसे थोड़ा”,

थोड़ा सा मैं उसपे चिल्लाया.

रसोई में जब खड़ा हुआ मैं,

आलू गोभी काट रहा था.

दिन भर की थकान मैं अपनी,

गुस्से से छोटू को बाँट रहा था.

एक झटके से गुस्सा दिखाके मैनें,

छोटू को खूब रुला दिया.

थी उसकी खुशी ही मेरी खुशी,

यह कैसे मैनें भुला दिया.

खड़ा था वो चुपके से पास मेरे,

करना चाहता मुझे आश्चर्यचकित जैसे.

मेरे चिल्लाने से टूटा था उसका दिल,

रोते बिलख़ते छोटू गया वो ऐसे.

जाते जाते हाथ से उसके,

गिरे थे रंगीन कुछ वो फूल.

वो गिरे फूल कह रहे थे मुझसे,

जो मैं कभी ना पायूँगा भूल.

हम लगे थे अलग डालियों पे,

जब छोटू ने हमको उतारा था.

सारा दिन उसने किया नाम तुम्हारे,

खुशी तुम्हारी खातिर बलिदान हमारा था.

नीले फूल जो पसंद थे सबसे ज़्यादा तुम्हें,

सबसे ऊँची डाली से उनको था खास उतारा.

दो बार गिरा वो ज़ोर से इस कोशिश में,

फिर भी तुम्हारी खातिर वो हिम्मत ना हारा.

फूलों की अनकही कहानी थी यह,

जिसने था मुझे हिला दिया.

छोटू को कितना प्यार था मुझसे,

इस सच्चाई से मुझको मिला दिया.

एक सच्चाई से निकला मैं बाहर,

तो एक और सच्चाई ने झंझोड़ दिया.

हुया जब एहसास मुझे गलती का मेरी,

तो उसने अंदर से मुझको तोड़ दिया.

बाहर वालों से माफी माँगना,

यह हमारा शिष्टाचार और विकास था.

घरवालों से प्यार से बतियाना,

शायद हमारे उसूलों के खिलाफ था.

परेशान हुया इस घटना से मैं,

यह एक सीख भी मैनें पायी थी.

अकलमंदों की भीड़ में थे हम,

पर अकल हमको आज ही आई थी.
 

घर वालों संग प्यार से बोलो,

उनके प्यार को कभी मत तोलो.

घर से बाहर जो भी हो तुम,

घर आकर दिल के दरवाज़े खोलो.

घर में बसी हैं खुशियां भरपूर,

इन खुशियों का पिटारा तुम खोलो

घर से बाहर जैसे भी हो तुम,

घर आकर तो दिल के दरवाज़े खोलो.

I hope you liked it. Comments are always welcome. :D

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A 'Heartbreaking' No or a 'Joyful' Yes!!

After a lovely chat time I had on Real FM 97.5, I tried penning down a few lines on a shy guy’s proposal to his beloved and the moments spent by him waiting for a ‘heartbreaking’ No or a ‘joyful’ Yes.

शुरू हुई जो कहानी वो पहली मुलाकात से,

आगे बढ़ी थी वो कहानी जो बातों वाली रात से..

तेरे रूठने में भी अलग प्यार नज़र आता था,

तुझसे होने लगी थी मोहब्बत, तेरी हर बात से..

दुआ करते हैं के सदा साथ हम तेरा यूँ ही निभायें,

तेरी ज़िंदगी में यूँ ही खुशियां हम लायें..

इक ख्वहिश है कुछ समय से दिल में मेरे,

अपनी ज़िंदगी को नाम तेरे हम यूँ ही कर जायें..

यह सुनके मेरी बात उसकी नज़रें झुक गई थी,

देखके यह नजारा दिल की हमारे धड़कन रुक गई थी..

हमें लगा के शायद एक दोस्त भी हमने खो दिया,

हर गुज़रते पल के साथ मेरी सांसें सूख रही थी..

यह सुनके मेरी बात शायद बुरा उसको लगा था,

उसको लगा के यह दोस्ती नहीं, शायद कोई दगा था..

पर उठी उसकी नज़रें तो धीमे से मुस्कुरायी वो,

येह देखके एक खुशनुमा एहसास दिल में मेरे जगा था..

यह कहने में इतना समय क्यूँ तुमने लगाया,

पहली मुलाकात से तुमने मुझे अपना था बनाया..

उसके होठों से सुनके यह बात मैं हैरान था,

मुझे भी तुमसे प्यार है कहके उसने सीने से लगाया..

दिल की धडकन मेरी मुझसे बार बार कह रही थी,

जो मैने तुझसे कहा, वो बात एकदम सही थी..

जिस का नाम लेके तुमने मुझे तेज़ धडकना सिखाया,

उसके दिल की धडकन नाम तेरा ही ले रही थी..

जो मैने तुझसे कहा, वो बात एकदम सही थी,

उसके दिल की धडकन नाम तेरा ही ले रही थी..

I hope you liked it. Comments are always welcome. :D

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An Out-of-the-Box Movie - SunSilk RealFM!!

“Hello!! Sat Sri Akal. This is your host and dost for the evening, Simar. You are listening to Real FM 97.5.“

Well, call it my childhood dream or the effect #SunSilkRealFM movie had upon me, I am still on RJ mode.  It’s been 3 days since I had a chance to be a part of exclusive screening of the movie hosted by Indiblogger.in, but the moments watching it are still warm enough in my heart. You surely need some good stuff to make you watch it over a T20 Indo-Pak match. Anurag Basu had a ‘Free Hit’ for us and it was sixer all the way from the curtain raisers. Basu is known for his closer-to-real-than-reel kind of movies and this movie was a no exception.

Micro-Review: An emotionally rich movie high on emotional quotient and music, showing us the flavors of the country and various emotions that bind the country apart from touching various social issues.

Sneak Peak to the Movie: It’s a movie about a Radio Station Owner, who seems to be in a great trouble and his staff thinks him to be a wilful defaulter for their salaries, since he has his daughter studying in London and he continuing to use Honda City to come to his office. The staff ultimately goes on a strike, just a day before Independence Day special run on the FM. One of the staff, who has his love interest in owner’s daughter, Rhea has to unwillingly join his colleagues. All this stress leads to a stroke to the owner and he is shown hospitalized. With his father in a critical condition and their radio station on the verge of shutdown, Rhea steps forwards to take a life-changing challenge to run the FM station. With such an attitude, the battle was already half won. Her friends are by her side but with no experience at their hand, it’s all extempore. And to make it more interesting, they announce to play music from all the 28 states of the country live from the station on the Independence Day. The story revolves around the quest of the girls for the content for the FM station, the challenges they face and their sheer enthusiasm which helps them overcome all the difficulties they face. And not forgetting two special characters – Ajay Desai and Joe. Ajay Desai is a Chartered Accountant who comes forward to share his PJs with the audience and develops a soft corner for Rhea. Just like the CA writing the post, this CA too had a lot more than just debit and credit in his life. While this Punjabi was also waiting for the turn of Punjab’s song, the wait finally ended with the entry of Joe. While the typical Bhangra beats were missing in the song, the song certainly touched the hearts. Based in ‘the sheher jahan poora India rehta hai’, Mumbai plays a perfect host for Rhea and Gang.

Moving ahead, let’s welcome the first caller of the day.

“Hello!! I am smiley and I am a simple curve that sets many things straight. I noticed you called me lot many times while you were watching the movie. I just want to know what made you constantly remind me. “

The movie has been edited with such a precision that it’s hard to find loose ends and you will maintain a smiling face throughout the movie. A couple of scenes, I was into tears as well, not exactly figuring out what caused me so but I suppose it was a deadly combination of smiles and tears aka khushi ke aansu which flowed with the success of the Rhea and Gang.

It’s time to welcome another caller. Hello!!

“Hi!! Sur-Taal this side. We are twins. It was a great experience being a part of a movie 28 times, while the songs of all 28 states featured in the movie.”

Certainly, we enjoyed your company thoroughly and a lover of the music got more close to it with a divine thought that Music connects hearts and souls alike. Showcasing the folklore of the different states from every length and breadth of the country, there was no single moment during the songs that a beat was not played on with my hands on my thighs, which were acting as a tabla for me.

We also have our special guest in the station now – The Mango Man, aam aadmi. He plays an important role in the movie bringing out various social issues like corruption, racism etc. With the sheer simplicity contained within the dialogs, time is not far when the dialogs in the movie while raising the social issues become a talk of the town. And remember, ‘North Eastern Ladki is not a Chinki, stop racism.’

And while the movie credits called the movie to an end, I was still wanting to extend the last scene and hoping to listen the song “Papa kehte hain, bada naam kregi, beti hmara aisa kaam kregi.”

The movie deserves 5-stars for representing the Y-Gen in such an innovative and engaging manner, and the cast, especially Rhea deserves two 5-stars from me. J

I hope you liked today’s program. Hum Hain Raahi Pyaar ke, Fir Milenge Chalte Chalte, J

Good night. Sayonara.  

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Innovation at its Best - FT Idea Caravan!!

Ting tong!!

A mail arrives in my mailbox reminding me of the last day of the Idea Caravan contest. Being a firm believer of innovative thinking, I just thought to check out the website. Visiting the site, I came across many new ideas on the website www.ftideacaravan.com which hosted the videos of the presentations made at Franklin Templeton Investments partnered TEDxGateway Mumbai in December 2012. There were some amazing innovative thoughts, which have been a part of our daily lives, but still, have not been specifically made a part yet. This also reminds of the basic principle that solution to every problem lies within us. If we think we can do it or not, we are always right. So, it takes more of a mental approach to a problem than really keep running around to search a solution.

Though all the videos were quite impressive, I found one idea simply fantastic  and pretty useful, which was presented my Ms. Cynthia Koenig. You can visit the video at the following link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3Dn868I8RQ

While Ms. Cynthia was presenting the idea, my mind immediately picturised the Amul advertisement in front of me, which showed group of women carrying Indian Earthen Pots over their heads, supposedly milk as a part of their routine of earning bread, and the end of that ad displays, "Every Morning crores of Indians celebrate the Taste of India that brings economic independence to 30 lac women across 15,000 villages." Check out the ad at the link below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNp3nSaRHOw

I am sure, most of the readers here may have already seen this ad and relate to it.  Just a random thought, what better a change can be than changing this daily routine of these 30 lac women, which carry the pots over their heads to using 'wello', the one presented by Ms. Cynthia.

And while I am writing this post, which was supposed to be an entry to be written for The Idea Caravan contest, I am also planning to convey this idea to the Amul management, which will not only result in better health for the economically independent women, but also more time for their kids and family.

Well, while Amul Management will be conveyed this in due course, just a small appeal to you. Share this post and videos  as much as you can, since not only Amul women, but lot many other women carry pots over their heads daily as a matter of their survival which may result in health disorders for the women, and betterment of even a single woman's life through this idea will serve the purpose of writing this post.

Wello, simply lelo. 

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Teri Yaad!!

Its been quite a long time since the last one. The writer Simar had been getting wake-up wishes, and well, here he is, back from his long banvaas. Just tried to pen down few lines, nothing personal though. J

Saath chalte chalte kab raste juda huye,

yeh hmein na ho paaya tha ehsaas..

hmein toh ek aadat pad chuki thi,

har waqt tumhare rehne ki aaspaas..

Aaj bhi yehi socha krte hain hm,

tere bina kaise ji paayenge hm,

chalte chalte is baarish mein,

apne aansu bhi pi jaayenge hm..

Hansi rkhte hain hm chehre pe apne,

par khushi na hmein mil paati hai..

rooth jaati hai aksar zindgi mjse,

manane ki kala na hmko aati hai..

Mehfil mein b pata hun khud ko tanha,

hai teri kami jo mjko sataati hai..

sochu jb k kat jayegi tanhai yun hi,

teri yaad chupke se chali aati hai..

Chalte hai Dunia ki bheed mein,

par hai teri kami jo mjko sataati hai..

lage jab b kbhi k akela sa hun main,

teri yaad chupke se chali aati hai..

I hope you liked these lines. Do post in your comments. :)

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Jab We Meet!!

Since my last blog post, I had been keeping my pen busy writing a couple of poetry about the lost love, my pet area of writing about fiction, but since none of could be completed, no blog posts could be made. Par yeh mat sochna k yeh blogger fir se so gya. This time, its like toofan se pehle ki shanti. But shayad yeh shanti Indiblogger ko pasand nahi aayi and here, they come up with another blogger meet.

Another mail from Indiblogger, another meet notification and unlike last time, I had already got registered before the seats went full. Thanks to Shwetabh, who had tagged me @ fb about it. I was really excited to meet the friends I had made @ last meet and to have their feedback about the sleeping blogger's comeback post, which I had made after that meet. The excitement was visible more in the first timers' comments while they were registering themselves @ Indiblogger. Having gone through that curious-kinda feeling in the last meet, I could surely relate to them. I also reserved my day for the #FreshnHappy meet since it was supposed to be a wonderful break from everyday's monotonous-kinda routine.

Well, I reached the venue a little early, but was quite surprised to c such a large gathering. I just tried searching for some jane-pehchane chehre. But it was just Shwetabh, whom I could locate in that crowd. After a while, Karthik opened the flood gates to the hall, and all of us just rushed in to be the first movers. Shwetabh later told me, he was inspired by me to be the first mover, since it may turn out to be the Indiblogger's fb album's title photo.

In the rush of logging in, Arvind Bhai just called me up and the Zebra ka Debra effect was back. We occupied the centre table in front, so very habitual of being in the limelight. Sitting across and looking around, I hardly saw someone already known. Murtaza, Manjulika, Priyaa, Shaivi and Aishwarya Bhai, this completed my known ones' list.

The meet started with a BANG, a head-bang. Nihal came up with a crash course on head-banging. From beginners to expert in just five minutes, we had a good fun banging our heads.

Then came up the number game, just like last time, I could not get lucky getting a chance to give a number and take home some goodies. However, Anoop helped us clear all the bad air off our lungs by calling the hall to scream, since it would be the loudest scream who would get a chance. It was a good 1 minute screaming session and Shwetabh, who was just sitting in front of me, got his fingers on his ears and once I stopped, a request to me to scream a little less louder. Who cares!! ;)

30 seconds to fame, this time it had got a social touch. Every social blogger got a chance to introduce himself and the social blog. Just one word for the intros, concepts and stories of how it touched others' lives - Amazzzzinngg.. Felt proud to be a part of a responsible blogger community. :D

Then lunch time was announced, and before we could even get off the chairs, we saw a huge queue against the food tables, and this allowed us more time to chit-chat with the bloggers. It also gave me a chance to interact with Passey Sir, and well, that small interaction surely gave them an admirer. :)

Getting back to the hall after having lunch, it more of seemed like a marriage hall rather than a indiblogger meet, since most of the bloggers were still enjoying the food on the tables. A little later, as we settled, we were given a sample of Ambi Pur room freshners, a part-time fayda of attending the meets. No later were we made aware that even this was supposed to be an activity and based on the flavours of the fragrances, we were divided into groups. My Zebra ka Debra team was back again and coincidentally, we were into the same team. While the rules were announced, I was called on by Viral Fever team for some masti time off the field. Hardly, I had any clue k hone kya wala hai, but well, it was getting exciting. I was blindfolded and taken into a room. I was got involved into a conversation for about five minutes, wherein I was asked about some wonderful vacation, my experiences. I shared with them my vacation in Goa last winters with my friends.  After about 5 minutes, I was revealed the surprise and I had a beach-kinda feeling all around me, with some fish, prawns etc. lying on the table in front of me alongwith a guy sunbathing on the same sofa I was made to sit on. This was all being shot and I hardly had any idea what exactly they are going to do with that video. Indiblogger team, kindly throw some light.

Well, back into the action, I joined my team. Last time k zebra k debra were this time AmbiPandas. I was told that we are to make a Chinese Martial Arts movie and by the time I had joined them, the story had been finalized to a large extent. But the time allotted was ending with every passing second and before we could script a conclusive ending, the time got over. We kept discussing our idea while others were performing since we did take the task of directing a Chinese movie very seriously. But I don't know why no one could really understand our script (including us), since they were mostly Indians. I think I should share the script with you as well, so that Indiblogger team and other fellow attendees can at least understand our concept and appreciate the sheer talent we all displayed, but maybe a weak script (or a weak audience), it could not be communicated properly. Here's the script for our movie:

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Disclaimer: No part of the script above may be used for commercial purposes. For using it for personal purposes, a credit may be displayed alongwith. 

Note: If any of my other AmbiPanda happens to read the post, do reply in the comments.

After the activity ended, we were all made to give another try to clean off our lungs and scream our heart out. It was time for the meet to end, but not before another chhoti c pose-making activity. Activity may have been a small one, but the prize itself made it big - Nokia Lumia 720.

Ek aur meet, aur fir se no prizes. Mera number kab aayega? :-?

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