Just Another Feelings !

Cross Roads ! Part One

The car was running down the hill at the zigzag road. It was bright summer late morning and sky was as clear as the silent blue ocean. Ridding the car were three friends, happily chatting and laughing, though none of them were married but they were discussing a ‘not at all related’ topic of ‘how to bring up kids’.

As usual Sambhav was driving borrowed sky blue colored Fiat of his father, which was most of the time used to be at his disposal and was trusted source of joyride for him and his friends. Sitting by his side was his gorgeous girlfriend Shubhra wearing white suit with green brush strokes designed by her self and Punjabi traditional shoes effort fully chosen for her by Sambhav from an interior far away village of Punjab. Though Sambhav was driving the car, as well was the main participant of the discussion, he through the corner of his eyes would take an affectionate look at Shubhra every two minutes and she too knew that very well and was smiling back at him every moment their eyes would meet. She had made herself up just like Sambhav always wanted her to be and she knew he was simply overjoyed with her looks today. They were in the relation since many years and it was a well known thing among their friends and half the town. The only other participant of the discussion was Divya, sitting at the back seat of car and was bit another view of Sambhav’s. Shubhra would never argue with Sambhav or even would indulge in such discussions. She likes to remain silent and only would speak up her view when strongly insisted by others. She never liked Sambhav’s getting serious in such topics but in a corner of her heart she always felt love for him to be so honest of his views and she will always shift to the same opinion of him. Many times she used to think why she always agrees with him? Was it cause of her affection for him, they both were of same mind set or he is just on right track always?

The cassette in the stereo player of the car reached that time famous romantic song, ‘Phela nasha pehla pyar’ and all of three started singing together along the player. As the sun was getting high the heat started getting on. And because they were heading towards a lower area, the cool breeze coming in from the down slide glasses of the windows of car was getting hotter too. Sambhav again took a look at her and saw her pearl fair face slowly turning red cause of heat just like someone has thrown the saffron leaves in the hot milk. A drop of sweat came out from her nicely cut hairs, rolled down to her pink cheek and vanished down her neck. ‘Poor baby’, he thought. Had Divya not sitting behind the seat he would had kissed her. “I should have not agreed to visit Amit” The idea again came to his mind third time since morning. He was totally against the idea of going to Amit’s new place. It was only Shubra who made him agree to take Divya to Amit. The train of thoughts left the platform and started speeding towards the past in his brains.

Divya in her first year of graduation was cousin of Shubhra who was in second year of the same girls’ college. Sambhav and Amit were close friends in their final years of graduation in another college. Amit and he became friends from the day they met first time in the college in that time’s much hyped plus one. Though both of them were of totally opposite nature, a strange bond of friendship tied them together firmly. Sambhav was a person of strong likings and dislikings and always remained within invisible limits drawn by him self on the name of principles. Amit on the other side was a boy who through out his life had not gone through any restrictions of do’s and don’ts and had ‘enjoyed’ the every thing in his life. Initially Amit used to make fun of the views of Sambhav and Sambhav used to raise his eyebrow on the Amit’s habits, but by the passage of time both started getting used to each other and would bear & sometimes ignore the unacceptable too. As the time went on Amit started respecting Sambhav’s thoughts and surprisingly started watching changes in his own attitude.

Shubhra came to Sambhav’s life in these days only. It was a stunning pleasant surprise for all the Sambhav’s friends because he was known for running away from girls. Amit was most amazed by him as he kept running behind the girls all the years but could not find a ‘perfect’ girl for him so far despite many affairs. With the days passing on Sambhav and Shubra come too close and decided to marry only each other whenever possible. Because of them Divya came in the vision of Amit and he fell for her. One day very reluctantly he asked Sambhav to help him to bring Divya in his life and promised Sambhav to not to run after any other girl if she comes to his life. And that way story started of Amit and Divya.

To be continue……………………

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अनुनय

पर्वत पार क्यों जाना प्रिये
प्रेम -सुधा जब यहीं पे हो बरसे
बैठ मेरे पास तुम प्रिये
रूपसी तेरे संग को तरसे

नीर सरिता जब आंखो से बहे
अभिसार सरिता को भूल जाओगे
पी जाओ मेरे अश्कों को प्रिये
'रूपसी तेरे अनुराग को तरसे

छोड़ दी है सारी शरमो हया
तोड़ दी सब बन्धन दीवार
बाँध ले मुझे अपने आलिंगन में प्रिये
'रूपसी तेरे प्रेम -पाश को तरसे

रोम रोम में मेरे जब
खिल रही है प्रेम -कली
खो जाओ सुगंध में प्रिये
'रूपसी तेरी मदहोशी को तरसे

क्यों छेड़ना कोई राग
जब गुनगुना रहा है मेरा दिल
तेरे प्रेम के सरगम पे प्रिये
'रूपसी तेरे प्रेम -साज़ को तरसे

तेरा प्यार ही मेरा गहना
और है मेरा सोलह -श्रृंगार
जतन से तुम मुझे सजाओ प्रिये
'रूपसी तेरे प्रेम - रतन को तरसे

- रूपसी

NO ! I have not written this marvelous poem. This is a poem 'Someone' posted as a comment to my poem "आयो चलें उस पर्वत पार" !

He/she has not written his/er own name under the poem but of 'Rupsee', my imaginary dream girl. As I saw this wonderful crafting of words, for a moment I was speechless. The poem is simply overflowing with tremendously lovely feelings and affection. After I wrote आयो चलें, I thought I have written a great romantic poem but this one has shown me the mirror and yet I feel honoured.

My sincere thanks and regards to the person who wrote and share these wonderful wording with us and still don't wanna take credit. I hope he/she would show up some time soon. And I would also thank on the behalf on 'Rupsee' who always wanted to show her love for me but was always short of words.

All I wanna ask to writer, why Rupsee sounds so sad here ? As far as I know her, she is a always smiling girl. A bindass girl.

प्रणय के दोहे !

आयो चलें उस पर्वत पार !

What else to say ?

कुछ तुम भी तो कहो !!

This is not my fault. I never thought of keep posting almost same expressions for four times in a row. Though Manish, Deepak and most of all, Nony made me fly high, it was only Juneli who helped me landing back safely on the ground of reality and I decided to stay off this job as I already was for years.

But I think, I should blame this Rupsee for not letting me put down the pen or keep my fingers off this keyboard. Her thoughts have taken command over me and forcing me to keep doodle. So my request to all the friends to find Rupsee and put her under trial.

Till then please bear with me. Sorry Juneli, you have to ignore my blah blah till I get over it. (though I don't see this happening in far future)

PS. Thanks Noreen for this beautiful picture !

मैंने अनुभव किया है !

Since last few days being so busy about the dreadful 'busi ness' of business, nothing much came in mind to think about and to post, but these same feelings are hovering over consistently. I don't know what the reason is, but 'fabricating' words started to seem such an easy task. May be expressing your real deepest thought is the most easy thing to perform?? May be !

My Dream

Just another dream !

मेरी प्रथम कविता !

In so many years, it was only today when I decided to try my hand for poetry. Surrounded by so many professional poets, this is indeed a daring attempt. But I dare and now let's see how loud they laugh.

मंगलमय बैसाखी व नव वर्ष ॥

Though I celebrated new year on 19th March, some part of India (and Juneli) celebrating new year today. So I am just pouring in my wishes. Among the joy, freedom and prosperity of Baisakhi, let's not forget formation of Khalsa panth and massacre of Jallianwala Bagh on this marry making day. Have Fun !!

Quest for Self !

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'Urdu Ki Aakhiri Kitab'

‘Urdu Ki Aakhiri Kitab’ is a hilarious account of Ibn -e- Insha, an Indian poet / writer, born in Jalandhar District of Punjab and shifted to Pakistan after the partition in 1947.

Even choosing Pakistan as mother land, unlike his contemporary poet Iqbal, (who wrote famous ‘Saare Jahan Se Achcha……………..” and later, when crossed over to Pakistan, edited his poem to Saare Jahan Se Achcha, Pakistan Hamara”) Ibne Insha looks hurt with the concept of partition. His poem in this book reflects his questions:

Ibne Insha, wrote this book “Urdu ki Aakhiri Kitab” as reader in style of a school syllabus books of primary classes describing what is what. He has started the book with a prayer (funny of course) and has included all the subject being studied in a school, like, History of world, Mughals, Mathematics, Primary Science, Some educational stories, Animal Science, Bird Science, Things around us, and Nature in his own unique way.

Everything he wrote will make you laugh. Though the book was originally written in Urdu in 70’s (and I read its Hindi translation) but its is still a matter of interest (for those who know some history). Just like every reader book in school he has given questions to solve at the end of every chapter which are also very funny. Like in the chapter of ‘Sikander’ he asked a question, “Film Sikendar E Azam main kis kis ne kaam kiya tha? Us ka koi gana yaad ho to sunayo”.

While writing about history he wrote following for Akbar:

And this while describing Aurangzeb:

There are hundreds of hilarious stories he had written in this little book of 178 pages and so interesting that I read the whole book in a single sitting and then all over again with some what patience. Despite my strong will to put lot of them here I did as much as I could. Here are some 'important questions' he suggested for 'students'.

He also wrote many famous ghazals, "Insha ji Utho" is one of many favourite among ghazal lovers.

My rating for 'Urdu Ki Aakhiri Kitab' : A must read and collectable book !