वो तारों की महफ़िल...

कुछ सालों बाद एक जानी पहचानी-सी राह से गुजरा

एक बड़ी ख़ास जगह नजर आई

यूँ तो जगह छोटी ही थी,

पर वो कुछ बड़ा-सा पत्थर ख़ास था कभी मेरे लिए

चाहता तो था कुछ देर बैठूं उस पर

पर एक प्यारा-सा जोड़ा बैठा था

जो शायद काफी था उस पत्थर के लिए, और हाँ मेरी यादों के लिए भी

वो दोनों तारों की महफ़िल ही निहार रहे थे

इस महफ़िल के तारों को तो मैं भी जानता हूँ

कुछ को तो नाम भी दिए थे मैंने, अब याद नहीं

बस इतना याद है, एक मीठा-सा झगडा हुआ था नाम को लेके किसी के संग,

और लगभग रोज ही ताकते थे इन तारों को हम

शायद इस आस में कि गर कोई टूटे तो कुछ मांग ही लें...

सचमुच कितने अजीब होते हैं ये तारे भी,

दूर बहुत हैं

रोशनी तो हमे दे नहीं पाते,

बस दे जाते है टूटने पर कुछ को उनकी ख्वाहिशें

मैंने तो बस तुम्हारी ख़ुशी ही मांगी थी,

शायद मिली भी होगी तुम्हे

अपने लिए कमबख्त कभी कुछ मांग ना सका...

इस महफ़िल के तारों का तो पता नहीं,

पर हाँ,

जरूर टूट गया था वो प्यारी सी मुलाकात का सिलसिला

और तुम भी कुछ नए तारों की महफ़िल तले चली गयी दूर कहीं...

तारों का टूटना तो अब भी देख लेता हूँ कभी-कभार

बस थोड़ा मुस्कुरा लेता हूँ और अब रखता नहीं मैं इनसे कुछ आस

क्यूंकि अब शायद कोई वजह नहीं रही कि तारों का टूटना लगे कुछ ख़ास...

P.S. : I am not a hard core lover...character में डूब के लिखा है :)

Sometimes it’s the moment which matters...

‘Hey Vyom just see this pic,’ Romi said to Vyom with excitement. 'You are looking beautiful as always and I have to say this one is better than that party pic,’ Vyom commented out. ‘Seriously,’ Romi was surprised with the other half of comment. 'I have already told you, without makeup you look better, I don’t know why,’ Vyom said with smile. 'What about those pics, your professional photo shoot?’ Vyom asked. ‘I will get by today evening 7:00 and I have to face your special comments, don’t know what your reactions will be,’ Romi answered. 'You always look beautiful, have I ever said anything wrong about your any pic?’ Vyom continued with his smile. ‘Yes... that party pic,’ Romi came to the point now. ‘No, I said OK,’ Vyom said. 

‘OK means not good,’ Romi said with low tone.

‘It’s not like that, you are with your friends that’s the best thing in that pic,’ Vyom clarified. ‘Why are you looking at your facial expression? Sometimes it’s the moment which matters a lot than facial expression,’ Vyom said with his philosophical way.
Vyom continued, ‘Have you ever seen the new born baby pics. I think all newborn babies look same...when a bride cries at the time of her farewell, do you think she cares for her facial expression?’ 

‘No…I mean yes you are right,’ Romi said. 'So I think now you are clear,’ Vyom said. 'Yes Mr Vyom Pratap Singh! sometimes it’s the moment which matters,’ Romi said with her beautiful smile. 

Romi continued with her special reaction for Vyom’s philosophy,’ You...hoshiyaar ho tum (you are so quick)’. And Vyom with his usual signature reaction for these kind of comments,’ laaz aari hai mujhe(I am feeling shy)’...     

The Generation GAP...

Scene Around 13:00 Hrs : Its Holi today, but I am alone at my place; suddenly sounds at my door...

Hey...bhaiyaa holi hai ...holi hai..."bhaiyaa you are not celebrating holi ?", children from  my block asked me with surprise expressions. "No", I said (my expressions were like it is not a big deal in not to celebrate holi). "How you can escape brother we are here with you to celebrate", the youngest one said with mischievous  smile. Now I can smell their plan. "Hey hey yaar only tika"...In order to surrender I bent little, so they can put some color gently. "Ok guys have some sweets, you want any drink...real", I offered the best possible thing which I had. "Arre what bhaiyaa, sweets...you should have some chocolates", they were not much happy with my hospitality. "OK right now all shops are closed, tomorrow I will surely", I said. "What tomorrow brother, tomorrow never comes", the reaction I got from a guy. "Actually I am leaving for my friend’s place, will go directly to office from there, so after office...tomorrow", I explained. "Uncle ye goli kisi aur ko dena(try this trick on someone else)", this time the tallest guy commented out. Uncle...what is this, these guys started with bhaiyaa and end up like this,"uncle". So  finally the feedback of my hospitality came in form of the pinching comment "Uncle". 

"Its ok uncle bura na maano holi hai(don’t feel sad it’s holi today)", I said to myself.

Scene Around 20:00 Hrs: At my friend’s place, it’s his birthday today.

Hey Arjun...ohhh welcome Rawat saab...hey happy birthday man...thanks...general introduction with other guys ...I have to say the atmosphere of that place was full of party, one guy queuing up the playlist in system, four guys including  the host busy with cards and others in audience. The coloured floor was telling the story of holi. Now I can see my place is much cleaner. Rawat how much large just tell me... this is called the real hospitality, yet I had to take my seat and welcome drink was ready for me... "ohh no I don’t drink", I reacted quickly. But Arjun was in his flow,"hahaha nice joke...last time you had on Sunday night hmmm"...no seriously I don’t...But Arjun the real host, "It’s OK Mr Nomad, it’s after more than 3 years we are meeting, dosti ke naam pe and it’s my birthday, holi...have I missed anything?" Mmm It’s International Women Day...hahahaha...Arjun the host again with his logic,"so atleast 3"...Mr Nomad means you know my blog...hmmm why not ...

Now cards finish...It’s time for music...Volume button was on it’s maximum limit...and really I have to say DJ was quite good, one song not more than 2 minutes...hey Arjun don’t you think volume is too much...It’s OK man no one is here in this whole society only this and the below one...

That 3BHK flat was giving an impression of those Hollywood college movies’ party scene, the exception was no girls. We had two respected gentlemen with us in party aged between 40-45, relatives of the host Arjun. Party was going on full swing, I came out from DJ room to hall. Gentlemen were having their drinks and sharing the political thoughts. So Mr Rawat...G bhaisaab..."where is your village?"questioned one of the gentleman..."Chandipur", I answered with pride...Ohh so you are from  Chandipur, the typical Rawat’s village...yes... 


In the mean time I came to know that both the gentlemen know my uncle and my cousin and some other things about my village..."beta what are you doing here in this party?",second question was literally a question. And then," you know you are spoiling your body...I have to say you have maintained quite good physique...don’t do these things...bad habbits"...hmmm what’s this sudden beta reaction...I tried to expalin,"actually I don’t , It’s only for Arjun after 3 months"...And the next emotional reaction I got,"that’s fine beta but these are bad things...you know you remind me of my younger days". Another gentleman also  supported him ," yes why are you spoiling your physique?"...I questioned myself,"this is second time someone is telling me that I remind him of his younger days and the last time also that person was drunk, but these two are really gentleman and they don’t look in the effect of alcohol.

And now the unusual questions, "How old are you...22-23 ?" No 26...OK 26...now the discussion was quite moved from political things to other things, really some alien things for that party atmosphere, family values and all. Both the gentlemen were sharing their experiences of life. I was wondering how Bhaisaab himself became uncle and Mr Rawat changed to beta. DJ room was closed but still some sounds were coming out of the full volume speaker. But suddenly at that moment that hall has taken a new look. Bottles, glasses and water were standing still and both the gentlemen were sharing their thoughts on values and other things. Arjun was in DJ room and Rawat the fighter was in the battlefield and the two gentlemen were sharing the truth of life journey,"We must know our limits, our values. You are having this Rawat within your name, you are representing them...Always remember one thing time does not wait for anyone, people change with time. Generation gap is nothing but the communication gap, the gap in values and all other gaps are virtual. Things remain same we just change our perceptions towards them".    

Suddenly someone opened the DJ room door,"Hai sauda khara khara...hai sauda". Battlefield air mixed with this song...Rawat come yaar... bhaisaab come...hmmm you carry on...Rawat saab just enjoy yaar you must be feeling bored with two old guys..."No it’s not like that...it’s OK",I said...otherwise there will be a generation gap...hahahahaha... now air is filled with the remix of music and heavy burst of laughs...

So party was again on full swing and after a long time I was really enjoying the loud music. And there were some thoughts in my mind dancing with the same intensity how I transformed from bhaiyaa to uncle to Rawat saab to beta and finally again Mr Rawat in a single day...   


P.S. : I am still not sure about the title, "The Generation GAP". It was just a random pick.        

कहानी SONY-CID की...

इस घटना के सभी पात्र काल्पनिक हैं. अगर इसका सम्बन्ध आपकी किसी सच्चे अनुभव से है तो ये मात्र एक संयोग होगा. अगर किसी की भावनाएं आहात हुई तो उसके लिए छमा करें...

ऑफिस से थका हारा  घर  को  आया,
System पे गाना फुल volume में चलाया.
सांवरिया Style में  towel घुमाया,
Shower को अपना गाना सुनाया
फिर अदरक वाली चाय संग,
Britannia Marie Gold का  तड़का लगाया.
इधर- उधर कुछ फोन घुमाये,
फिर सोचा कुछ news हो जाये.
स्टाइल में remote का  button दबाया,
TV पे  जाना पहचाना  सा  चेहरा पाया...

Ohh no...

फिर बड़ी आसानी  से  खुद  को  समझाया.
The variable is SONY, then obviously default value CID ही  होनी.
वो दया का मुस्कुराता हुआ चेहरा पाया,
Forensic expert के logic को पचाया.
गोली कहाँ से कितनी दूर से चली,
फिर आकर ACP साब ने बताया.
अभी तो ये शुरुवात थी,
आगे पूरी रात थी.

Case as usual दिलचस्प  था,
इसी बहाने मैं भी mind exercise में व्यस्त था.

Oho then suddenly a break…

Now it’s time to play some mind game,
that’s why I switched off the TV again.
फिर  door bell के साथ में चिल्लाने की आवाज़ आई…
अड़े NeOOOOOO…
Mr Anderson was at the door...

Hey what about the market scene man,
Oracle BABA ने कुछ नाम बताये थे.
Shares going up or down again ?

अब फिर से स्टाइल में remote दबाया,
और share market का हाल सामने पाया.
Market scene was quite fine,
Now my turn to catch the time.

SONY- CID के प्यार के दम पर,
सोचा कुछ कमाई हो जाये.
Mr Anderson को बोला plug to SONY,
कुछ serious comedy हो जाये.

Mr Anderson : णा पगला  गया  छोरे, यो  कोण सा  time है  CID का ?

ये  मूरख क्या जाने  SONY-CID का प्यार,
वक़्त  की  नजाकत को लपक मैंने किया फिर अगला वार.

Me : OK सो-सो  रूपये  की  शरत हो  जाये .
Mr Anderson: शरत घोड़ों  पर लगायी जाती  है, शेर पर नहीं  !!!

/* CID is शेर , इतने time  से लोगों  के  दिलों  में  और  TV पर  राज  कर रहा है ...
CID was from fav list of Mr Anderson, एक शेर का मालिक ही जाने है उसको चारा कब डालना है */

Mr Anderson: दे  लगा  पञ्च -पञ्च सो  की शरत
Me : OK OK...देखना  पड़ेगा...
Mr Anderson: दे  क्या  देखना  पड़े…दे  देणा आराम से...
Me: OK done...
तो  ले...TV got some rays coming out of remote

Mr Anderson: णा  क्या  हो  गया  यो…ना मतलब  कैसे ???

Me: अबे  इतना  CID देखा  पर  तू  SONY-CID का  प्यार  ना  पहचान  पाया.
अबे  इनके  प्यार  की  खबर  भी  है  तुझे, किस्सों  में  ही  hard -disk भर  जाये.

चल  छोड़  तू  क्या  जाने, प्यार  क्या  होता  है...

Case भी  अब  तक  solve था , खुशियों  का  माहौल  था .
फिर  ACP साब ने आकर, किया सबको  खबरदार.
और Mr Anderson को  पता  चला  क्या  होता  है सच्चा  प्यार.
CID तो  बना ही SONY के लिए है, आता  रहेगा  बार -बार...

बार-बार हर बार लगातार... 

जिंदाबाद -जिंदाबाद  SONY-CID का  प्यार  जिंदाबाद !!!

P.S. I wrote this 2 years back when SONY-CID was in committed  relationship. Now  because of 'Crime-Patrol' there are some misunderstanding in their relationship, hope everything will be fine soon.

Go Green Go Green !!!

Go Green Go Green,

You all people know what I mean;

It’s more than a colour what it seems.

Go Green Go Green...

So much of deep in this theme,

That’s why today my memories are Green;

Here I’ve something which not funny it seems.

Those were the summers of ten years back,

We had a place called players’ track.

Every memory of playing soccer like a freak,

There was a Maradona in every street.

No fix time when match began,

We were the lions of our Green den.

Now this is the past which it seems,

But I still miss the den which was Green.

Now there is something with too much of heights,

Quite like a den where people reside.

Still some lions there are it seems,

Not from den Green they like game screens.

...........................

This is just a signal which is from past,

Not a big issue but means so vast.

If you want to catch all signals Green,

Just know the Red once and make them clean.

Save energy and Earth which I mean

No need to scream just start from your Screen.

Go GREEN Go GREEN!!!

Holi hai !!!

Finally its season of colors, festive flavor of  Holi is in the air. So let us talk about colors, some different and new colours. No, I am not talking about those handmade natural colours. I am talking about the colours around you.

Have you ever tried to see the colour of happiness, the color of joy? Have you noticed how your facial expression changes with the colour of your eyes? The color of joy reflects in the spark of eyes. Every colour has a different and interesting story. If you are colorblind for those colours then you are going to miss lots of enchanting things around you.        


I personally feel dates are meant for calendar only and the motive of every festival is to spread peace, love and happiness. Spread those hidden colours around you and celebrate this Holi with a fresh tincture.


Big cheers for the colorful festival HOLI... 

you are my reason...

We can’t separate stupidity from that crazy and precious thing called love, as the gravity responsible for falling into love has its own rules…

You give me reason to smile when I am alone
You give me reason to cry when we are together

You give me reason to craft strange little fights
You give me reason to stand tall in winter nights


You give me reason to get confused
You give me reason to explore my boost

You give me reason to enjoy  rain drops
You give me reason to watch stupid daily soaps

You give me reason to say every mirror hi
You give me reason to share alien tales which no one wants to enjoy

You give me reason to think illogically
You give me reason to do things really silly
You give me reason to let me be real, really!

You give me reason to sense new seasons

You give me reason to make new reasons

You give me reason to write all lines out here
You give me reason to share these reasons everywhere


You are my reason,

Please don’t ask me the reason…


P.S.  I love you...