I have no roses any more ……. Have no bunch of flowers….
I have no shining brecelets… and no more pendent to charm….
I now no need to run for…. Now there is no one to wait……
I have hand full of smiles….. now pockets are full of rain……
I got a world to make a house on…. I buried all my own……
I found a stranger angel…. I lost all to make her own……..
I now have no more sorrow….. have nothing to express….
M feeling like all alone…. Have everything but not soul……
I ….. Now m a silent sea…… I…. Now m all worries free…….
Now I m all lost in my world… and my world is an ashes tree……
I am all in my senses….. now I call this all being sane……..
I now am so glad…. Don’t want anyone to see me sad…….
and only thing I think so far… why have you gone like comet star
and you left me with nothing… not even pain you left so far…
And so…… why should i stay…… I don’t want you come to me…..
मैंने खामोश निगाहों से मंज़र देखा है , अपने बुजुर्गों कि निगाहों में वो बवंडर देखा है !
किस तरह लाए थे नाव आज़ादी कि वो , मैंने नमक को रेत के सहरा से आते देखा है !
बात गाँधी की करें या कि करें नेहरु की, मैंने उस दौर के हर शख्स में ये अक्स देखा है !
लो दीये जल गए आज फिर, मैंने कुछ चेहरों पे आज़ादी का सूरज देखा है !
सुनी होंगी तुमने बहुत कहानियां मगर , मैंने कुछ बूढी आँखों में उन्हें घटते देखा है !
याद करना नहीं पड़ता उन्हें मंज़र आज़ादी की लड़ाई का, वक़्त को जिन्होंने दास्ताँ बनते देखा है !
मैंने जब पूछा की आज़ादी के बाद क्या अलग है, कहने लगे हमने तो फिर भारत गुलाम बनते देखा है !
अब कहाँ नेहरु या गाँधी सरीखे लोग यहाँ, हमने तो संसद में वक़्त बर्बाद होते देखा है !
हर पांच साल में बस चेहरे बदलते हैं अब , हमने अब कहाँ कोई काम काज होते देखा है !
आज भी लड़ते हैं बेटे हमारे सरहद पे शहीद होतें हैं , हमने तो दंगो में देश लाल होते देखा है !
अब नहीं मिलते गले रोज़ सुबह उठ कर भाई, हमने मज़हब को भी ज़ार ज़ार रोते देखा है !
ये दुआ थी उन आँखों में जाने से पहले , या खुदा हमने क्यों सालों में सदियों का सफ़र देखा है !
और ये सोच कर सहमती हैं नज़रें मेरी, क्या कहूँगा अगली पीड़ी से कि क्या देखा है !
आओ उठ जाएं फिर से एक बार हाथों में हाथ लिए, ताकि हम कहें कि हमने भारत निर्माण होते देखा है !
आओ अब ख़त्म करें मीलों के फासले दिल से , ताकि महसूस हो कि हमने आज़ाद भारत देखा है !
सिर्फ एक दिन के जश्न से ये यज्ञ न पूरा होगा, हमने हर रोज़ वक्त को खिसकते हुए देखा है !
बस जरा और थोडा सा तुम आगे बढ़ो, हमने नक़्शे में अपने बनता स्वर्ग देखा है !
रोज़ है इंतज़ार हमें बहार से आने वालों का, ताकि वो जाके ये कह सकें कि क्या उन्होंने देखा है !
आज कहतें हैं हम , कल लिखेंगे दास्ताँ ये सब, हमने नए भारत में आजाद सूरज देखा है !
It’s been so long I have dropped the packet saying I will not touch it anymore anyhow.
I still remember the time and rain, the water touched her white body and made her brown and ugly.
I felt like she cried or I think she laughed at me, she might have said something I couldn’t understand.
She was far away from me for so long and I have never thought to bring her back as I took the stand.
It was yesterday evening; I was standing out with all my friends on d same square I used to meet her.
I suddenly asked my friend if I could kiss my ex , after all she was once my only girlfriend…..
Friend smiled.. I smiled.. Even she lightened up a little more than before… It was never my last score.
I felt ashamed… a little guilt and shame.. Like she was asking me if without her I felt lame…..
I heard and she said… I have always been told you…..
You are leaving me for whom, remember I asked you.
I was there with you when you got first supply.
I was even there for you when you have cleared all of them.
You kissed me when you were happy; you made me ash when you were fired.
You filled me up when you had pockets filled. You puffed me slow when you were low.
I lightened up myself to let you feel light. I burnt my own to keep you warm inside.
You kept me secured more than a diamond in hostel room; you shared me with friends like a whore.
You even kept me half burnt sometimes and crushed under feet,
You even let me burnt till my neck until you yourself felt the heat.
You kissed me till I turned ash sometimes…
You kissed me to make some flawless rounds..
Remember the days you used to saw her picture in my smoke….
Remember how you promised to never see me ever again…..
I used to be your first girlfriend… I used to be the first female you kissed.. You liked to be with.
And I suddenly thought of the famous book I read… yes it is a truth one can never deny…
First love is after all first love and no one can forget… so m I a human can’t let the feeling go…
I being a man am taking this blame …
Yes it was my mistake I was not there when it happened….
And there is not only this but a lot more accidents…
Like there in guwahati like there in mumbai….
Responsible is me as I could not save my sisters….
It was an unfortunate time we have seen this crime…..
Think while you see your sisters and you feel like never let them go out..
Think while you roam on roads and the girls looks at you in suspicious manner.
The blame is totally mine and I have to take responsibility.
I suffered when I faced cost increased, I suffered when you have given my seat to quota.
I suffered when you say we have debts, I suffered when you said no fuel.
I adjusted an era with british governance and I adjusted myself in all ordinance.
I survived babri tomb, godhra accidents, 2G scam, CWG fraud, stock exchange and so many.
I survived over bridge fallen, I survived low quality roads.
I even survived Kashmere attacks, parliament attack and even Mumbai attacks .
I have paid a lot in installments for being an Indian man…
this is it now…. it is all done… and i can not suffer anymore…..
I am at borders to save my country but tell me my friends will you keep my sisters safe in there ??
I am at seashore to look after the coast safety but can I be relaxed while my mother is far in city ??
I am a banker and has to go office … Is my taxes are being used for safety inside ??
I am a rikshaw puller came so far from home…. Should I keep breathing or earn some bread too..
I am a man… and so I am responsible… not only for myself but for each one of us….
I am guilty as one of us could help that girl much earlier than the police come.
I am guilty as we were enough in numbers when it happened in guwahati.
I am guilty asi know I am only writing no one of us bothers what happen next..
I am afraid because I too have a family and I cannot now leave them till a single man is alive …
How that can be possible ???? I mean no , I don’t believe they did it with a cow ….. Oh Lord…. what the hell is this going on…. are we humans ??? are they ???
Dear readers, first of all this is not a story or incident… it’s an agony … of me, of us, of humanity….. what are we waiting for ?? will we wake up when something like this happen to us ?? sometimes i feel like it’s not only the police commissioner of Delhi who is responsible but its me who is responsible and almost 90% people of the country are responsible… tell me how many of us have ever tried to visualize the problem near us ??? we all know about the 16 Dec 2012 Damini case and now this 5 year old rape victim… we may know a few more through the television channels .. but do we really care for girls except the victims ?? have we ever tried to stop any sort of eve teasing ??? let it be the abusive language or some cheap actions in crowd ??? I know i am asking too much and I don’t have any such rights to ask and after all we have police for that … But at least we can look after such mantel patients near us and can put them to the nearest psychiatrist hospital…. Yes i agree and I do believe raping a girl is not a crime if we look at it more seriously…. this actually is a mental sickness….. and responsible are us…. we never try to stop the problem from its origin but we always blame each other when it becomes non curable …
The problem can be seen by the fact that a rape victim can be of any age but the rapists are almost adults…. none of the rapists become this sick to rape someone in one day…. but it starts at their early age…..
First lesson they learn at their own home.. where parents treat them like a VIP just because they are males… all the boundaries .. whether it is a dress selection or hair cutting are for girls….. so for males it is their birth right to do whatever…. The brother , let it be younger or elder but he can slap his sister or can beat her whenever he feels like … and then there too he has full support from none other than another woman.. his mother… Sister supposes to prepare his food…. no matter he is a younger or elder… and there the male starts taking a girl as a slave for males…
Then in school…. from cricket to baseball to soccer we have teams for boys but in my country we have a very less number of woman teams in schools…. A teacher can easily find this abusive instinct in a guy…. but they don’t take them serious at that moment which comes as an accident later sometimes….
Then in colleges and then in professional life…. I am not saying that each one of us is spoiled .. but yes almost all of us… and i have no shame to accept that I overcome this mental disease because of my mother’s slaps….
But not all of the guys are as lucky as i am, this is not their mistake entirely….
We don’t need to make strong laws or power full punishments to prevent this ….. but we need to develop respect in our son’s heart for their mother, their sister, their classmates… for girls… All we need is to never ignore their disobey to a female…. Never let the incident be as they did it…. instead take your instant action to prevent an accident tomorrow….. We may not change the Past.. But we sure can make a better future……
Teach your Son how to respect a girl if you want your daughter to be respected by another Guy….
I can understand he is your son….. but remember…… its better to make him realize today than to cry on his act tomorrow…….
Well here we are, A Saturday before friendship day and my best friend’s recent girlfriend’s birthday. What to do? Where to go? I, Anki, yuvi & his girlfriend got an idea to watch a movie. I seriously don’t know about who brought this awesome idea to watch Pooja Bhat Directed semi Adult Movie name
JISM 2 … Do not get confused by the name it actually contained 2 jism (bodies) and it hence resembles no compare to jism (bips acted). The movie worth this name for sure… but it should be 2 jism. Anyways the next incident happened to me is something worth remembrance. As we four people have had been to buy the entry tickets and we saw a girl merely 17 standing above us in the que. We were discussing and even betting if she gets the ticket or not and here we go… she was there up on the window and the ticket girl or say age surveyor rejected her entry to the movie hall. It was really an Aww time and there yuvi won. She missed her chance to see the great work pooja bhat did (credits goes to sunny leone as well) we took the tickets and entered the cinema to see what next.. And there the gate keeper stopped Anki and claims her to be under the qualified age. OMG I laughed and so did we all… Anyways we anyhow convince the 2nd age surveyor that Anki is enough qualified to enter the audi and watch.
The next awe moment when I entered in and saw almost all the corner seats occupied by couple of Uncle and aunties in either their mid age or about to retire. We grabbed the seats 2 minutes before the movie start and a group of 3 aunties accompanied us next to our seats. We sat and I must say it was awesome to see a movie like this from starting. Sunny leone showed up in her favorite place (Bath Tub) and the next light was on her bikini. A small flashback almost as her every other movie released before. We almost got what we all expected. Finally a dream to watch a movie of sunny leone on 72 mm screen came true. I was so much mesmerized in movie and sunny (you know what I mean) until some feminine voice attracted me. It was the group next to my seat.
Aunties were talking about sunny as fine as we thought we do with friends. A few nicknames they have given to each character. Like
Sunny leone (porn star and lead character ISNA): Bewdi, nashedan, sexy, nimpho, hot butts.
Randeep Hudda (former police officer and culprit KABEER): kameena thulla, tharkee, sala chu…nnu..
Arunoday sing (intelligence officer ROHIT): mauke ka chauka, chu no. 2
These nicknames have been decided from their first scene and continued till last dialog. This was still digesting if we say all fun between friends… but then there comes more drama… I heard live moans from them. Each and every behind the screen shot had have been described. They kept telling each other the story after once Kabeer opened up her hooks and the camera got focused on back wall towards their shadows. Those aunties even know everything behind the walls and dark room.
They were even sharing their experiences about how they would have done it on such a location.
how much of the size of sphegati or inners would be sufficient for sunny instead of what she wore in a few scenes where she actually wore top, shorts, jeans and dresses which are visibly looked alike.
Though I was with my friends but I hardly gave a glance to what they are saying. All four of us could defiantly not describe the scenes and censored scenes this well at any cost. While in between the movie an aunty received a call where she told someone that she was at her friend’s place. She talked to a child and instructed someone for a few things.. I couldn’t hear that small conversation but yes I could not stop myself to put ears on their spicy talks. Though I am not a kind of gossip bug but I love to hear something out of league always .specially from ladies. And so I got a full dosage of thoughts..
A woman, Mother, Wife & Boss is all together in a same shell. But between friends she uncovered herself from her so called shell and enjoyed each and every moment with life. She speaks herself in a company of friends. She is not just another thing or employee or someone easy to forget. She was a kid while talking to her friends. We must have seen such aunties stopping us having fun in busses, talking loudly in metros & listening music on speaker. But then I saw these aunties having all the fun better then we could.
The movie ended after 2and a half hour and we all came out. I tried to find those aunties in every group of aunties came out of building but I could not spot any of those aunties now. No whispering laugh, none of the woman I could spot talking that slang which I heard in the dark of cinema walls. All the waves of that laughter fade away. The same sunrise which made us smile in the movie was now nowhere. We were back to reality and so those aunties.
The only thought came in to my mind was; is that the movie effect which turn a serious, responsible house wife in to a fun loving kid with friends ? Or it was just a way to get the real her out of her.
Before we start debate on love marriage or arrange marriage… let me clear first that personally I am completely against marriage… I mean why marrying when we still have rights to leave someone legally through divorce. And, why not live in relationship when we are loyal to each other. But here we are to talk about marriage if one has to anyhow marry. But before we go one more step I have two small stories to share… One is of Radha and Govind who studied in Delhi University they loved each other and got married later. When they come back to Delhi, they were independent and had no family responsibilities. No one was there to take care of both of them and they never need to take care of any one. So, it was their dream life, but Govind was from a small town and Radha was from Delhi. Culture of their family was different though they had the same cast, but their families customs were different. Radha had a thousand complaints to discuss whenever Govind’s relatives come to meet them. The same way Govind felt whenever he goes to Radha’s home. They both loved each other, but not each other’s family. Now all they settled was to cut off from their families to save their relation. A few months later Govind lost his job due to recession and Radha lost her job the same way. Now they had not much savings. No family support and so they had to go and ask their parents for a help. All they heard was “No.” , unless they do not divorce each other. They ultimately divorced for their child’s future. The son is with Radha now. This couple meets somehow at some places. They waited until their next job and made enough savings and they are now living happily together.
Now another story of Keshav and Nandini is way too different… they had never met before their marriage. They married and lived in a joint family. Where Nandini was an educated yet typical introvert house wife and Keshav was an educated and extrovert guy. He managed to transfer his job to another city so that he could have some more quality time with his wife but he soon get to know that nandini have never been in to kitchen, but was always in to studies. Now these small things like cooking and dry cleaning clothes started bothering him. He anyhow had not that good payee a job to pay bills to order readymade food and dry cleaning of clothes from outside home. He now started feeling depression due to financial status and his family problems and started feeling to get back home. They finally came back to their “Big Joint” family, but from then on Keshav could not love Nandini as he did before they have been to city.
Both the couples are together and living well with their kids.
Now tell me how many of us believe in the story of Radha and Govind… is it possible to not get divorced in family pressure and leaving family for love? Or do you think they divorced and then again get married after a time…
and Keshav and Nandini had left for a new private life and then they came back home. But Keshav did not love Nandini as he did …
Both the stories are true and only the names are changed. In first story I must say that lovers should make their families comfortable with each other, so that they won’t have problems like this… where in second story I must say both the guy and girl should meet at least once to know more about each other, so that they will not have problems after getting married.
No doubt that family would chose the best guy/girl for their child. But, after all the children have to be together so why not let them decide what they feel like. And at the same time even an adult child say more the 21 years , well settled and wise child would defiantly not chose a wrong person for his/her life. But they must meet their families once before marriage and better stay with each other’s family to get to know them more especially when both have a different cast and customs.
Love marriage is best if both the bride and the groom love each other’s family as well and an arrange marriage is no doubt the best Idea, if not only the families but the bride and the groom also know each other.
I was out of my senses, not that i lost my mind but i was only out of my senses. i was sleeping so hard that i was unable to mark the right out of wrongs. i was all out of sense and was enough confuse to not to think too much but to see whatever it comes in to dreams. i saw my self hanging on a rope and i saw i was dead and was invisible to all my fellows. no one could hear me, none of them could see me shouting. i had dreams, goals to fill, desires to complete, life to live, business to get settle, beloved to get marry, parents to look after, Lone to cover up, a trip to amarnath is due, i had to go darjiling but seems impossible now, a foreign trip is also due, a promise to parents to take them to vaishnoo devi is still not full filled. i am only 26 yet. why GOD ?, why am I, i quit cigrates just a few days back, I also have never drunk to die, neither i had any accident nor i ever fought with any one, Why me then ? How come i die and for what reason. but i got no answer, not even a single reason to make my self realize that i am dead because god wanted me to, he created me and every one like me, he gave me food and use fulls for need.so what if now he want to make me dead now. i have no idea how to survive or even make myself believe that i am alive.. all the pain gone in vain..
AND i woke up… suddenly with no choice but with horror and i was terrified. what the hell was that.. i wanted to wake up to confirm if i am alive but i could not and then suddenly i found my self alive and laying on the same bed where i was dead a few minutes ago..
Confused…. exclaimed or awaken… I could be dead or my be i am dead and this is a dream of that long sleep as far as i am taken to the final destination and then they will burn me in actual and may be the dream gets over then. I may die now or then even in this dream as soon as they burn me out. So why not living it fully.. as i am already dead..
i decided to start fulfilling the dreams i had which i could not completed when i was alive in my dream… why not live everyday like we are about to die at night… Life is too short to Delay the plans…
Don’t Just [ Do OR Die ]
But [ Do BEFORE YOU Die ]