woman in black

a long long time ago, when the sun was not so shiny and earth never revolved, it wasn’t even called earth that time. well its still a question that what would we call earth if we don’t call it earth but thats ok, we can call it yet to be earth. but I don’t think if we need to call it yet to be earth as it might be possible if we don’t even need to call it anything as the story doesn’t  need to told in such Mannar where we need to explain this word again. the story revolves around someone lived on yet to be earth than and significantly is still living on earth. a living organism. a cell developed faster than others or a differently developed living substance. what do we call it is still a question as it has been named so many things in past. like spirit as they say in Geeta. it can’t be born can not die, can’t be burnt in fire, can not be drawn in water, its forbidden to destroy in any Mannar human or godly. it can only transform in to one body to other.

there can be a long debate if we talk about Geeta,s origin and the time and era its been written in to words. but that surely is before the definition of energy could be defined. now it might be an incident that the definition of spirit and energy are same, like they changed spirit to energy and printed it as it is in ancient books.

well spirits also are not our centre of story today but something else, something or someone different from time , era and us. we are here to talk about her. A WOMEN IN BLACK……………       will talk about her tomorrow………………………………to be continue.


हम – तुम


अभी अभी जब बातें करते थे हम तुम, ज़रा सी आँख लगी और मैने तुम्हे देखा..

नही ऐसा नही की बता सकूँ मैं ज़्यादा कुछ मगर, ज़रा अलग सा था  सपना तो ज़िक्र कर बैठा..

हन तुम ही थी वो वक़्त के साथ और निखरी हुई सी, ज़रा सी मोटी और उम्र की रेखाओं से लदी हुई सी

ना जाने कैसे तुमने  साड़ी वो पहनी हुई थी, यकीन अब तक नही के साड़ियाँ कब से पहन ना शुरू की.

कहा ना तुम ही थी वो मेरे घर के सोफे पर, बैठ कर देखती थी कुछ तो टीवी पर.

पावं की एडियाँ कुछ फट गयी थी शायद या फिर यूँ ही मलहम लगा रही थी तुम उन पर.

तुम ही तो थी पूनम के चाँद के जैसे खिली हुई सी, और झलक रही थी चैन चश्मे से लटकती..

तुम्हारे साथ बैठी बिल्ली भी तुम्हारी दिख रही थी जो खाती थी दूध में डूबी रोटी..

माँ को भी देखा मैने साथ की कुर्सी पर बैठे, वो अब तक शायद तुम्हे कुछ समझा रही थी.

और तभी अंजाना सा कोई आदमी नज़र आया, और वो तुम्हे  माँ कह के बुला रहा था..

एक औरत जो तुमसे कहीं छोटी थी, मंदिर वाले कमरे से निकल कर आ रही थी..

पाओं छु कर तुम्हारे और माँ के, वो शायद फिर रसोई घर की तरफ जा रही थी.

मैं वहाँ मूक खड़ा ही रहा दरवाज़े पर के तभी गाड़ी का हॉर्न बाज़ उठा, मैं चल दिया..

मैं भी तो मैं नही दिखता था बिल्कुल, थोड़ा और मोटा सा लग रहा था, बॉल भी कुछ सफेद से ही थे…

हन मगर तुम बहोत ही खूबसूरत लग रही थी, फोन पर शायद बात किसी बेटी से कर रही थी,

हाथ हिला दिया तुमने मुझे यूँ देख कर, अपने घर में तल्लीन लग रही थी..

और मैं ख़ास कर तुम्हे बुलाता ही रहा जब, आ के चुपके से तुमने रुमाल दे दिया..

हमेशा की तरह शायद मुझे यही लगा,  अब रुमाल ही तरीका है हमारी मोहब्बत का.

और जागना ही बेहतर लगा मुझको, अपने सपने को हक़ीकत में जीने के लिए

मर तो कोई भी सकता है चाहत सीने में लिए, इश्क़ होना चाहिए उम्र भर साथ चलने के लिए

Review : Flirting with Fate


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So I realized not much people got offended with my views on Arpita Gosh Sarkar’s Book A WALK Down the LANE. So here I come with another book I read 2nd time These Days. Flirting With Fate by Preeti Ma’am. I did not wanted to talk about this book as I know her personally and I found a very cooperative, gentle, quite lost in herself yet is always around Kind of a person but still While no body reads what I write , I think this is the best time to get all this out which is in my mind. By The Way I must say When they don’t read you much , they wont get offended and so is in my case (Happy though huh!) so I bought this book by my own money and so I am allowed to write or say whatever I like. The book Cover seems so saint. Saffron kind of feeling it gave and I also heard the book is a crime thriller so I thought the book must be having a hero (tintin types or sharlak holms at most) who fights with the villain or Bad powers across the country, around the world or beyond the earth at max. The story it self started like the protagonist (which I thought to be a hero) claimed him an orphan found on the stairs of an orphanage. They Name him Anand (feels like the writer is a huge fan of Rajesh Khanna which I now know how huge fan she is) the protagonist Anand is not a hero but the villain. The idea was not of the writer originally which she accepted on the very second page. (though I would be damn sure about this after knowing her, even if she had not mentioned it). Anand is a Destroyer since his childhood. Imagine killing someone by burning her when that someone actually adore the killer as her son. Dramatic, Insane or seriously killer instinct? Say Whatever But Anand is like that only. But What He found after that? Nothing, Siffer.  A big Zero he got by the fate. But he did not stop there, No, How Could he when he had his plans for more revenges. But the irony is, He lost more with his each revenge.  The more he destroyed the more he lost. That’s why they name the book flirting with fate. I always thought there are two type of people living on earth, One who learn from their mistakes and another who learn from people’s mistakes and then I met anand the third kind, who learnt never till he lost everything he had and must be still planning for another revenge. I don’t know if the writer chose the right place to bring him up or a right way of taking revenge but it was scary. It reminded me a few English movies I saw like SAW. God bless the sweet fluffy. I thought we must develop an application or machine to understand dog language while I was reading the book. The one who suffered the most was fluffy because he saw the devil very close every time but could do nothing. He must have been died a little every time he saw anand taking his revenge like a psycho but fluffy could do nothing. But After all I liked the way a sinner got his punishment. They say it right when they say A criminal cant live so long. The more brutal the criminal is, the more brutally the fate punishes him. One can run from people, cities and everyone he know or who knows him but he can never run out from his fate. As they say its not the end if its not ended happily, the same is with the book.

The book ended with a good note, NO its not anand’s death but it is something more than that.  A criminal mind with a thousand dreams having in his eyes but cannot fulfill even a single one. No punishment could be better than this as decided by the fate.

The book cannot be left unread and it was as fresh as I read it for the first time around an year back from now.

The book costs 150 rs and is been published by Mahaveer publishers. Pages are as good as expected from the publisher, well written and flawless printing.

Why to buy : If you Like sansani , Gumrah and India fights back kind of serials, If you like murder mystery with a decent, elegant touch. If you have ever seen such devilish relatives around whom you know is the rapist kind of people but could never tell anyone. Read the book and find how fate decides their lives. Raise your voice before they harm you or someone else seriously.

Why Not to buy : If you are one of those destroying minds, Having that revenge policy which seems to make you happy but is good for nothing. If you like Love stories and are not interested in some hard realities around.

Over all I would suggest to rate the book once after you read it and I can give you thousand reasons of how the book is worth reading. Completely offensive  #Happy Reading

Review : A WALK Down the LANE


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First of all I am not at all a vivid reader , not even close to it, I do read books since around last 10 years, and I am not ashamed to say that I even have read MB and love story by erich segal. I have never ever gave a try to review books or I would have hundreds of them (at least I think this, anyways who says I am a critic more than being a reviewer) .  So here is My part of the story. I bought these two books together. One is Flirting with fate (though I had this book an year ago and I read it too) and another is A WALK Down the LANE. I am writing it exactly as they wrote it on the cover. Now if we check it sarcastically the letters are not just in order.  Anyways that is not the point. The point was something else which urged me to write something about the book. Sarcasm huh ! I don’t CARE.

I don’t know the author personally (thank god for that or she would kill me after reading this). Arpita Ghosh Sarkar. I don’t know if its her first novel or she has written a few before this But I must say she surely has a few more stories cooking up in her mind by now. Such dreamy eyes cannot be left alone by dreams and thoughts. I wanted to talk about the protagonist but I am confused if who she was or he was?? Everyone has been characterized so well that each one has their different story to tell but are revolving around two people so let us talk about them first.

Rini, err… shuvika , and Neel or say Joyneel, two Bengali names given perfectly suitable characters from a bengoli writer. Shuvika represent a 21st century girl with a soul of 20th century which can be easily found in authors, lost cases and a few simple living high thinking girls. Joyneel represents a perfect Bengali man with his simplicity and features.

Both of them were very old known to each other but then time separated them. shit happened in their lives and then they lost control on their actual identity and lost themselves in a forest of machines and concrete.  Joyneel lost himself in a better way with his camera flashes, cigarettes and drinks while shuvika kept herself to Gazals and a multinational bank.

Then what happened??? They met accidently and fell in love…. How When Where is a mystery…. Ragini loves Joyneel, Adi loves shuvika but adi already has a girlfriend and shaomi being a sister and anshul is shuvika’s boss and they all have their stories… Confusing?? Isn’t it??? But no Not at all I must say. The whole book can be read in one go and trust me I read it while I was standing in a crowded metro during my 1 hour journey. I sat there in the metro station and finished the book in one and a half hour only. Yes 198 pages in one and a half hour.  Nothing could stop me reading the book.

I was so mesmerized by the beauty of shuvika that I even ignored the girl stood next to me and could only recognize when she had to go out of the door and she asked me to give her a way, (Damn This Book). I envy Joyneel, Not because of shuvika (as I got a girl best for me) But because of his photography and sketching skills.

The characters are justified with their age, profession and looks. Trust me I now find shuvika in every bank I visit. All of them are same hot but not shuvika. Words chosen beautifully that even a layman like me can understand the depth and can feel the ongoing emotions.

The book costs 100 rupees and is been published by none other than the tycoon srishti publishers. I wonder from where they get such brilliant talent. (I am in queue though).

Now let us come to the point

Why to read the book: If you read love story by erich segal and you are a diehard fan of mills and boons. If you like to read books in one go. If you love the feelings unsaid but felt only. If you ever loved someone so truly that you never bothered their past.

Why Not read it: Don’t read it if you some really good skills in finding mistakes. (I don’t know about those as I hardly cared for spellings). Don’t buy it if you are looking for something to show off. As you can’t keep it close for so long. I would have not bought it if Someone had not handed it to me and said you have to pay for it now.. I did not like the cover much at first sight but then after reading it I got to understand why they kept it so simple.  But still cover lovers you don’t dare to look at it .

I can’t rate the book but yes it is worth reading and being an Indian. It is value for money.

Life is All About the Principles


AM Free Spirit

There are some believes and rules that people apply to their lives. Some don’t drink and drive, some don’t drink anyways, some visit temple every Tuesday, and some do something what they believe or find somewhat truth. The principles they create bound them to live a strict lifestyle. Someone asked me what the problem of a person is when he/she does not listen to anyone else and do things whatever he/she wants or believes. Is it the ego that makes them so rigid? I said “no, it’s not.” Life is all about the principles you choose for your lifestyle. When you think you will not do something you don’t like in your entire life, that’s your principles, which make that thing possible.

Principles teach you not to bend where you are not supposed to. They are the truth that your soul accepts and since childhood people follow them. I am…

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I m crushed to the extant that being adjoin inside is like a dream to me….

Sometimes life, sometimes world, sometimes fate drenched me its own way…

I felt wet all over my cheeks while standing in a desert of sun shine….

I felt I was so thirsty when I was traveling on a river side and a sea shore.

I don’t know who am I, don’t even know what I m doing and why….

I don’t want anything to happen…. I m neither encouraged nor shy…..

I might be a coward, a spectator kind of mammal.. Or I m just a stone… so cold without vein.

I don’t know who am I , don’t even know what I m doing and why…..

I am so crushed inside…. That even my shadow can’t stand itself…..

Love, trust, giving up all to someone… and getting a silence worth a lifelong mile….

Killing own soul, killing all owned dreams, being a killer and  killing inside…

Relations, friendship, bond of love, thin threads of love and affection….

Strange, unsorted, assembled or resembled… kind of attraction….

A day of happiness… A time to rejoice… And an era to recall……

Good, better and then best… suddenly gets all the worst…

It made me insecure, unhappy, in fact I m afraid of me…….

Happiness doesn’t attract any more… I can feel the pain behind it….

Meeting you is not affecting me….. Because I m afraid I know the pain of being apart….

Smiling faces remind me the smile I thought was for me..

Road crossings remind me of a hand full of rosses exchanging smile…

I m afraid of dawn it reminds me the new rays…

I m fearing of tomorrow it gives me a hope to meet someone again……

I am already enough crushed, almost dead and ripped….. I cannot take a chance…..

I am not even able to stand… I now ain’t a love material…………

I have to keep myself apart…. I don’t want to disturb a life…

I don’t want to be blamed again…. I am haunted now….



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ye khushi mayassar ho tumhe duur tak samay ki chadar pe…
jahan milta hai kshitiz sooraj ki laalima se…..
lipat ke ghaas hase dharti ko hara rakhti hai….
theek vaise hi lipte rahein phool tere aangan se…..

khushi itni hai tere saath hone k ahsaas se hi….
ke jaise chand taare utar gaye hain mere aangan mein……
log kahte hain to man leta hu ki pariyan hongi…..
tujhse badh kar nahi koi magar kaaynaaton mein…..

shakl o soorat ki kya hai baat agar koi kahe…..
main kahin doob ke baitha hu tere khayaalaton mein…..
jab se chaha hai tujhe duniya jaise jannat hai…..
tune chah kar mujhe kar diya anmol baton baton mein……

main tere ishq k kabil na tha aur na hi kabhi ho sakunga……
mujhe patthar se kar diya heera tere zazbaton ne……
main jitna sochta hu utna hi gir sa jata hu…..
mujhe kue duur rakha tujhse ab tak mere haalaton ne…..

main kahin aur ja ke ab koi mannat nahi karta……
tera chahra hai duaon ki in aayaaton mein…..
tere hathon ko apne hath mein rakhta hu main….
yehi sizda hai mera khuda se mulakaton mein……


Too old to cry


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The time you say you aren’t made for me… I felt like a knife is getting inside…..

The time it started like a melting ice and it finished off over the edge of time…..

If you would have said it once.. I have stopped try, I can’t say how much it hurts..

Cuz I m too old to cry……………………………………………………………………………………………..

The time you smiled your way and told me there is nothing…………………………………

The time you had a conversation and the time you said there was no one…………….

You never said you love me, and you either never denied…………………………………….

I can’t say how much it hurts…………. Coz I m too old to cry……………………………………..

The time we spent in Wimpey’s, you got a massage and I checked…………………………

I knew it all and so I asked, but you said there is nothing…………………………………………

I got to knew it all but I can never say good bye…………………………………………………………..

I can’t say how much it hurts………….. cos I m too old to cry……………………………………….

The time you said you ‘re happy.. and even I felt happy because of you……………………….

I asked the reason always but you always ask me why…………………………………………………

I can’t say how much it hurts….. Because I m too old to cry……………………………………………Image



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एक सपना जो रोज़ आता है और मैं कह नहीं सकता किसी से

वही एक अक्स और वो शख्स जो कभी सामने था

आज सपनों में भी बुरका सा पहने मिलता है

एक पर्दा सा है खुद को छुपाने की कोशिश करता सा

एक अँधेरे में खुद को गर्क करता सा दीखता है

और कुछ दूर किसी कोने से आवाज़ आती है एक मध्यम सी

जैसे कोई दूर से मुझको ही बुलाता था कभी इशारों में

एक छाया सी है मेरी खिड़की पर और पत्तों की सरसराहट है

कहीं दूर से आवाज़ सी आती है झींगुर की भी

मुझे लगता है रोज़ ऐसा होता है सच में मेरे सामने लेकिन

आँख खुलती है और मैं जाग जाता हूँ फिर

एक घनी रात है अँधेरे से में लिपटी हुई

एक उफनती हुई नदी सी है दो किनारों में

एक डोंगी है बिना पतवार बहती हुई

और एक जनापह्चना सा अजनबी चेहरा

मासूम सा दिखता हुआ कचनार का एक पेड़

जिसकी डाली मेरे आँगन तक फैली है

न जाने क्यों मेरे सपनों में आते हैं

मेरा कुछ भी लेना देना नहीं है इनसे

मैं तो बस हर रोज़ उठ ता हूँ और निकल जाता हूँ

सारा दिन घर से बहार एक अजीब सी दुनिया में

जहाँ कई चेहरे हैं उस रात के चेहरे से मिलते जुलते

वैसी ही एक घनी छाया में खड़े इंतज़ार में

अपने खून से सने चाह्कू की धार तेज़ करते

कब कोई सर को झुकाए सामने उनके और कब वो वार करें

दूर से मुस्कुरा के बुलाते हुए, पास आते ही काटने के लिए

मैं शायद दिन के लम्हे ही सपने में अपने जीता हूँ

और तभी मुझको नींद का अहसास नहीं होता …..