Last night i heard a knock,
a knock from my heart...
it urged me to listen to the subdued song of my soul,
to look at what lies deep down within me and know my innerself...
it told me to listen to the music flowing in my mind
to reply to the unanswered questions hidden since long...

i know not how to discover the sound of music,
i know not how to answer the questions,
i am moving like a wave here n there,
like a reckless bird...

Time has come for me to know who i am,
time has come when i should know what i want,
keeping all the bonds intact
i shall now discover the bond with myself......
:)

yaad aa gayi os waqt di..

O waqt bada changa si, jad main nikki bachchi si,

seliyan naal hasdi si,

nachdi koodti rendi si.

O waqt bada changa si,

jad darr maa di daant da lagda si

har velle shaitaniyan kardi si

papa de kol phajji jandi

mummy to bachdi firdi si...

O waqt bada changa si,

jad scooty to apne aap nu kittho di rani main samajhdi si,

kadi tuition bunk maar te kadi kaam da bahana maar,

dostan naal ghuman jaandi si.

O waqt bada changa si,

jad apna koi hosh nai

golgappe khaane te mastiyan maaran de mauke dhoonda kardi si.

Jad didi naal lardi si,

te o' hanju bahandi si,

onnu kadi kadi mana ke fer hasaandi si! :)

O waqt bada changa si

jad kuch khaas dost honde sigae,

ghanton phone te galla kardi si

hasde hasde phone rakhdi si.

Homework okkha lagda si

padhai to jee kabranda si,

kinna mushkil lagda si

Fer vi O waqt kinna changa si.

Ae waqt vi te mushkil lagda hai

fer vi te changa hai......

Where two parallel ends can't meet.

Mixed emotions, scattered thoughts,

pondering on a long deserted road...

dont know where to go

dont know how to go

m just walking on the same path.

whenever i think m almost there

i end up clashing with a mirage.

to myself i give false explanations

hopeful words that push me towards my destination.

m pacing down the street with great strength

not knowing how long is the entire stretch

panting heavily i stop by to grasp some breath

not realising that after running miles

m there itself from where i had started.

m still speeding myself up

i'll be still trying hard

i'll run till my feet giv up

but, i knw i'll still be there

coz its a circumference around which i revolve

its an entangled mystery which can never be solved.

Sunshine, not always shines...

Here i see the rays again,

Here i watch the drowning moon,

Here i watch the birds chirping,

Here i see the swings swinging.

Joy overrules the world,

Happiness has no bounds,

There's no anguish no despair

I hear only merry merry sounds.

Walking by the street,

Giving myself a treat,

I saw a hidden child,

Peeping out, with eyes so mild.

He looked at the burger in my hand,

His piercing eyes made me halt ,

My feet froze to the land,

His reconnaissance like an ant.

He gazed at me with hungry eyes,

It was then that i realised ,

That every ray is not sunshine for all,

Every day is not merry after all,

World is full of prejudices,

So many children born without a bliss,

Rotten are the days for them,

So much of distress and mayhem.

I walked up to the child and gave him the burger,

Turned around and strolled down the street,

Wondering about by mood so chipper,

Disconcerted about his sad treat.

Awaited drops

The particles in the air have laid themselves down,
Water droplets cover them like a crown.
So soft is the smell that i can hardly sense
Such tiny are the misty pearls that i cant catch.
The blue sky is turning gray,
Its so pleasant that its unusual for May.
Here i sit with thoughts pondering in my mind,
All the mixed feelings thereby entwined.
I am ready to bid farewell to the hot summers,
To smile and welcome the rain showers.
O' rain, come O' rain,
Splash your droplets on every way
Let the flowers blossom again
Let us all merrily sing and dance just in vain! :)

The Despondent Star

Petty things in life do matter a lot,
sometimes they are more precious than urself,
you never know what comes in which manner
you never know what it brings to u
It can turn down ur life upside down,
can bring your life to a standstill,
where no movement can ever be possible.
A silly thing knows not what it does,
It can just be a wind or even a tempest
A dejected star never shines
A despondent flower never blooms
Its only once that they can breathe.....
Its only once that they can survive....
Rest all are petty things that grab them and stab them till death....
Dreams dont come true
coz they are just dreams
They come when you sleep
Or, they never come after you sleep!

No time to play!

When I was a kid I had so much time and space to play. But today, when I look around I see no kids anywhere playing coz firstly they are so overloaded with homework and tuitions that they get no time to play and secondly there is no space called a playground for them. So, they have no option but to stay glued to the tv, computer and video games thereby leaving the parents complaining that their child does not take his eyes off the video game. Have they ever realized that what is the reason of children holding the tv remote and not the cricket bat or a bicycle?

Parents are so busy working that they have hardly any time to donate to their kid so they compensate it by buying a videogame. Houses are small in metro cities and streets are overruled by rash drivers. There are definitely no playgrounds so overall there is no place where kids can hit a six or have a cycling race!

Last week I was watching ‘Taarak Mehta ka oolta chashmah’ where a same scenario was highlighted and the kids and parents were trapped in the same dilemma. Children were not willing to go out n play coz they found every game on the video games and parents were petrified by seeing their children refusing to play. They knew that this would cause a dampening effect on their minds as well as health. So, all of them thought of a solution and introduced the kids to the games and activities that they enjoyed during their childhood. Through this method the chindren got a chance to learn the games which were played by their elders and also got a lot of time to spend with them.

Today, when everywhere there is a race we should not forget that if we are standing with a wrong posture at the starting point we can never finish or win the race. Similarly, all the parents should realize the fact that apart from studies mental and physical growth is a very essential factor. Kids need their parents time and when they don’t get that then they need money to make up for it.

I feel that every parent should make sure that their child grows in a healthy manner. Playful activities always make the child bright. If they are not headed in the right direction now, the next generations would slump down instead of touching the horizon.

Gone are those days!

Salad days are seriously the best days in life. When I was young I always knew there is somebody to take care of me. No worries, no headaches, whatever I did was always accepted gracefully with so many people to pamper me all the time! Mummy n Daadi waking me in the morning and me with sleepy eyes trying to think of some excuse of not going to school atleast that day. But, I had to go.... now I realize that it was so much fun when my mom used to help me dress up, my dad waiting outside to drop me and daadi running behind to stuff breakfast in my mouth. The entire day was fun in school with studies n friends n masti during the games period. After coming back home there was a deliberate wait for the evening to go out and play. Then it was fun time when very evening we used to think about different games to play. Sometimes, ‘ghar ghar’ or ‘tug of war’ or ‘catch me if u can’ or ‘kho kho’ or ‘pitthu’ or ‘badminton’ or ‘cricket’ etc etc. orelse invent some other game that evening. Play n play till I was sure that if I don’t run into house now m going to get a gud thrashing from mummy for not doing my homework. As expected mummy used to be furious at me n my sister trying to save me from that thunderstorm. It was such a pain then but now when I go down the memory lane I wish to go back to those days.

Evenings were always a wait for Papa. As soon as he would come it was fun time, tv time and outing time. He used to ask both of us about our day in school and then that was the time when we could ask him for money or some permission to out or for an ice cream J especially when mummy was not around. He pampered both his daughters to the utmost level thereby installing the basics of life and it was due to mummy’s strictness that helped us to implement it.

M sure this must be the story of most of the girls and must be the opposite with most of the boys where the strictness factor is with their Dad. Those were the days when we thought that we have the greatest problems and nothing in the world can be tougher than school, homework n exams. Everynight before exams I prayed that, God please give me one more day just this time and I promise I’ll study from the beginning of the term next time! Now, that seems to be such a golden period when we had nothing much to think about and so much more to do.

I wish I could go back to those days where the meaning of responsibility was unknown. I wish I could jump back into time and steal a few moments of fun and frolic. I wish I could bring back those people who are now lost.

I wish I could bring those days back… but those are gone forever.

But, I have today to rejoice. Ten years later I am sure I would be writing about this golden period of mine. We just don’t realize it coz we have it with us! I just did and so should everyone before this also goes forever. J

Why can't she live??

For Heaven's sake, its her own life! i mean this is not the first time when someone broke her engagement n married someone else. So why is Sania Mirza such a huge issue???
Its her wish n will to marry anybody she wants to. In India there are thousands of divorce cases so why are they not made an issue??? She is all over the web, on all the newspaper front pages n became the breaking news of every news channel just because she parted from her college sweetheart n married a Pakistani or is it because she is a celebrity. Big deal!
Marriage is something which is your own choice, when cupid strikes you are completely blind. If Sania n Shoaib wanted to get married it was just because they wanted to stay together.So who are we to interfere, we don't own her. Everybody deserves to make this decision!
She was not the first girl to play tennis in a mini skirt but was criticised and has been a laughter stock since many years. But, i think no one has the right to breach into her personal life or make it a national issue just because she is going to Pakistan.
First she is treated like an outsider by her own countrymen n then she is expected to win every match she plays. Is this justice?
Imagine hundreds of cameras focussed on you all the time, where you dont even have space to breathe. Can you survive like this?
Sania Mirza is a public figure but she also deserves to live her life her own way. We should treat others like humans if we are one and expect to be treated like one!

Hurdles in life!

What people say is not wrong that life is a rollercoaster. When there are up's, it is certain that there will be down's. During the down drive you will experience tickles and butterflies in your stomach. You can either laugh at it or cry in vain.

It is very easy to shed tears or panic when u see a dagger hanging over your head. But... it is all the more easy to grab a hold on urself and believe that it's not gonna fall and u'll skip away from it. Try it... Trust me it works!

Every individual firmly believes that his problems are the greatest. He is the saddest of all with a huge mountain infront and he standing like a teeny weeny insect below it. In this situation there is a commom question which 'every individual' has..... "WHY ME GOD?" . But no one thinks that if its not them then it has to be someone else or someone else or someone else. When God gives you a million chances to smile then he also deserves to give you atleast a few chances to cry.



Once i met someone who told me that you should always be satisfied with what u have! After sometime i again met someone who said that you should be happy with what you have but not satisfied orelse you'll never want anything else and will be stuck where you are.

Thoughtfully thinking is not what i usually do but these two similarly contradictory statements still run in my mind sometimes. So, after a strife within myself i could comprehend that , being happy n complacent should not stop u from rising. One should always have aims to achieve higher. But, in this race you should not forget or compromise with the former part i.e. being happy.

During this process you might find speed breakers, barricades, u-turns or some dead ends also, like on the roads of Delhi. But that does not stop u from reaching ur destination. Parellel to this, your life cannot always touch a 100 speed ..... you have to come down to 20 or even put a break n come to a standstill sometimes.

My friend told me that, if good times are not permanent then neither will the bad times be. Whatever comes always passes by! If you frown at it, it'll give the same back to you. But, if you smile at it then maybe it'll be a little generous on being hard.

So, pump up yourself, get back the twinkle in your eyes , the giggle in your smile , stand up stout and say, " Come, bring it on......M ready Dude! "

M sure after doing this there will be no chapter in your life called "Hurdles in life" .