Tuesday, December 16, 2014

आम सी कहानी,
रोज़मर्रा की ज़िन्दगी जैसे...
तुमको सुनाने वाली थी

जिक्र बस इधर-उधर की बातों  का होता
कुछ बार बार बुने,
और कुछ होठों तक ही रुके,
ऐसे फलसफातों का ही होता.

पर जब तुम आये मेरे दर पे,
आज भी हेर रोज़ की ही तरह.
हर ढलते दिन बाद,
 उन हज़ारों शाम की शुरुआत लिए.

फिर से  महफ़िल बन गयी बहुत खास,
फिर से कही मैंने हर बात तुम्हे,
लाखों में एक जज़्बात
बयां किया हो जैसे।

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

For Pihu on her 2nd Bday...

नन्ही सी उंगलियाँ , और वोह एक नन्ही सी परी ..
मुझे पकड़ती कभी, कभी छुड़ा के भागती हुई

ऑंखें मटकाते हुए किलकारियां  बिखेरे,
दौड़ के आएं और 'पापा पापा' चिल्लाये कभी  

नन्हे से कदम और वो उसकी नन्ही सी शरारतें,
पलंग के नीचे कभी.... कभी दीदी के पीछे छिपती हुई

"ममा  आ गई, ममा  आ गई" कहके गोद में उसका चढ़ जाना,
और फिर  इठला के अपनी फ्रॉक लहरा के दिखाना
रह रह  के मुझको याद कराना कि बेहतर है सब से वही
कितनी बातें कहती वो अपने नन्हें शब्दों से कभी....

 यही नन्हे  से  पल  हैं और वो उसकी नन्ही सी हँसी,
और इन्ही पलों से सजी "पीहू पीहू" करती अब ये  मेरी ज़िन्दगी





Saturday, August 9, 2014

A Saturday morning visit to the apartment vegetable shop and I am greeted by a queue. Not a very long one, but still 4 people are in front of me. I take the plastic basket from the shopkeeper and quickly run through the list in my mind while picking up the items one by one. Now, we humans are always in hurry these days, so going by that innate behavior I too want to be done in a jiffy and head to the play area where my elder daughter is playing with her friends. It is already 11 and am worried about the sun shining too bright for my comfort when, after buying the vegetables, would be playing a quick basketball game in the court adjacent to the play area.
All I have to do now is wait for the queue to quickly vanish. I calculate the average time before my turn will come which will of course depend on the speed of the grocery seller's wife at the billing counter. She is pretty slow. I keenly observe her actions - slowly typing the code and weight of the vegetables in the billing machine and squinting to see if she has entered everything right and then repeating the whole ritual for the next time. I look around - all of my predecessors have mounds of items in their respective baskets. My heart asks my mind to be patient and my ears start listening to the banter in the vegetable shop.
There is an old lady talking to a young couple - a couple who are planning to fly soon to the states to a new life and new beginnings. The lady who looks like in her sixties starts by explaining how her husband has been unwell for the past ten days and how life has been tough for her. She then switches to more of a general talk which is actually mostly advice of talking care of one self while in US. I notice that there is one couple who is just behind me - impatience and focused - I mean they know they have come to buy groceries and that's it - eyes, ears and the whole body focused at completing the task with utmost efficiency - they must in IT I conclude.
Finally, after a long wait of fifteen minutes I am the one being served. Finally the woman at the counter picks up the fruits that I have handpicked, carefully monitors the quality of each and every item before finally pressing the code in the machine. I take a deep breath. Meanwhile, my ears report that the sixtyish lady has picked up a few bananas and a bread and is hovering next to the queue. I see her hand with these two items slowly approaching the billing woman, followed by a gentle request - "Can you quickly bill these? My husband is very sick and I have left him all alone" I think, the lady quickly realizes that there are at least half a dozen people behind me waiting to pay the money. She promptly adds another request to the focused couple right behind me. The focused IT man is a bit hesitant -"Oh...Hmmm...There are people after us". The sixtyish lady looks a bit confused, may be contemplating to request each one of them.
By now half of my buy is already billed - I feel a sudden surge of pity for the elderly woman. I try to make life easier for her and offer - "Aunty, why don't you get it billed before the rest of my items". The shopkeeper's wife taking the hint, quickly calculates the amount and hands over the two items to the aunty. The aunty is gone in 60 secs of course without any customary thank you.
"If she was in so much of a hurry, she could have avoided chit chatting for the past 15 mins!" - the focused IT woman comments, while her husband is nodding vehemently in full agreement.
This asks for thought on my part - I simply had not given much thought that indeed the old lady was happily gossiping for quite a while.
I feel a bit silly - but still I cant conclude that she shouldn't have chatted. Knowing (which she had very loudly announced in the shop), that her husband was sick for the past so many days, she had all the right to chat around, taking those few minutes off from her tense schedule. Whether she should have barged in the queue - may be not..but what's the big deal! She is above sixty - facing life and the world for the past six decades and may be buying groceries and standing in the grocery queues for the past four decades! It was time she got some leverage from the young people around - a few of them which might be unjustified. If not the Indian government, then we as more physically fit people can make her path obstacle-less. What's the big deal after all - it was just a matter of 60 seconds, I even wait more than that time for my laptop to boot and sometimes for my phone touch screen to respond!!

Monday, May 26, 2014

Dawn break!

I have never been too interested in politics - neither have I been a very political person! The ups and downs of politics exhibited so eloquently by the shrillness and the racy debates at prime-time has been mostly cacophony to my ears. My sub-conscious (like any other Indian's lately) knew that there would be a scam of varying magnitude (like an earthquake in a zone-1 city) round the corner and yes there would be a setback to our belief and also to our pockets. But who's to blame, what could have been done, which minister was caught red handed has certainly not been my cup of tea! It always has been just bad news!!

But this May, things have changed - with the blockbuster of all reality shows that has been playing on and off  on every television set!! This May when India (including myself) voted for Modi! This May, when the voting power, with all its might, uprooted the show-stoppers!
Now it's not an everyday political affairs confined to the assemblies - its every Indian's affairs linked to our everyday happiness. There had been so many blows for the past few years that each day's progress now counts. Will we be inching forward - undoing each and every layer of dust and rust that had been accumulating during the last regime on our country's progress ? Now it's not mere politics playing into the hands of a few politicians and bureaucrats, it's knowing if the ballot we had won on May 16th is in our favor or not in the days and years to come!

Yesterday was a moment of standing ovation to all the people of India - for democratically changing the country's fate - no bloodshed, no violent revolution - just plain democratic election. Yesterday was a moment to congratulate each one of us as a new morning dawned while all of us watched the dawn break over a cup of Indian masala chai!!

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

For my friends...

कुछ अरसा हुआ हाथ मिलाये हुए,
तेरी ज़िन्दगी में तो थे… 
पर कुछ अरसा हुआ तेरे पास आये हुए 

कुछ अरसा हुआ बातों के ताने-बाने बुने,
हाल तो रोज़ ही पता चला.... 
पर  कुछ अरसा हुआ हाल सुनाये हुए 

कुछ अरसा हुआ घंटों की  गिलौरी से पेट भरे,
लम्हे तो इधर उधर हमने खूब चखे .. 
पर कुछ अरसा हुआ वक़्त का स्वाद लिए .. 

आज निकला हूँ दौड़ धूप से दूर ,
तो तेरा दर पेहला खटखटाया .. 
चलो फिर से दोस्त मेरे साथ मेरे  रास्तों पे .. 
कुछ अरसा हुआ मुझे मंज़िल से भटके हुए 

When I am what I am

Its just sometimes that I stop
and look around me...
what I am passing through or what I missed

Its just sometimes that I need
That minute of the day
when I count all the moments that I tread

Its just sometimes that I wish
Time was in my hands
rather than just a watch to see that it slipped

Its just sometimes that I see
The reasons that brought a smile to my face
were the ones I usually left unbothered

Its just sometimes that I find
that spark which lit my eyes years ago
Which I thought long back had died

Its just sometimes and only sometimes
I slip back in time or move ahead...
To live the memories or those times that may come
And its these times and only these times
that I am what I am...