Ek Din.....

Ek din ka intezaar hain mujhe.

Jab mujh mein himmat hogi,

Hogi mujh mein taakat.

Na darunga main na rukunga main,

Jo chaahunga woh sab karunga main.

Bas uss ek din ka intezaar hain mujhe.

Apne khwaabo ke peechhe daudhne ki himmat ho mujh mein.

Unn tak pohachne ke liye sab chhodhne ki taakat ho mujh mein.

Darr ho bas itna ki thak na jaaoon main,

Apni manzil ke paas pahuchne se pehle hi ruk na jaaoon main.

Apne saare khwaabo ko sapno ko haasil karna hain mujhe,

Har museebat se har rukaawat se datt kar ladhna hain mujhe.

Hasna hain mujhe, rona bhi hain mujhe,

Khushi ka gham ka aansoon bhi peena hain mujhe,

Haarna hain mujhe, haar ke jeetna hain mujhe,

Bas iss zindagi ke khel ko khelte jaana hain mujhe.

Woh ek din har din ke jaisa hi hoga,

Kuch badla hoga toh bas main.

Din wohi hoga, raat bhi wohi hogi,

Kuch badla hoga toh bas main.

Suraj wahi ugega, uski kirane bhi wohi hogi,

Kuch badla hoga toh bas main.

Manzile wohi par soch nayi hogi,

Raaste wohi par mushkile nahi hogi,

Jazbaat wohi junoon wohi hoga,

Himmat nayi aur hausla buland hoga,

Woh ek din har din ke jaisa hi hoga,

Kuch badla hoga toh bas main.

Aaj woh din nahi, iss baat ka gham hain mujhe.

Woh din aaega zaroor, poori ummeed hain mujhe.

Yakeen hain iss baat ka ki woh ek din bas mera hoga.

Intezaar hain mujhe uss ek din ka, uss ek pal ka, uss ek lamhe ka,

Jab main kahunga, ki aaj woh din hain, mera ek din.

Andhi Duniya Mein Andha Main

Andhi duniya mein andha main,

Sab dekh kar bhi andekha kar diya.

Andhi duniya mein andha main,

Sab jaan kar bhi anjaan kar diya.

Jo dekhna chaahiye, woh main dekhta nahi.

Jo nahi dekhna chaahiye, hai bas dikhta wohi.

Waise toh inn aankhon ko kholna bhi mushkil nahi,

Par shayad itna sa karne ki bhi ab mujhme himmat nahi.

Ye dange mujhe dikhaayi nahi dete.

Ye cheekhe mujhe sunaayi nahi deti.

Dikhta hai ki koi kuch nahi kar raha,

Par kya main khud kuch kar dikhaata hoon.

Sunaayi nahi deti inn cheekho ko rokti koi aawaaz,

Par kya main khud apni aawaaz uthaata hoon.

Kehna aasaan hai par karna hai mushkil,

Aise kehne waale toh bohat dekhe hai.

Dekha nahi bas khud ko kuch karte,

Haath mein haath dhare hum sab bas yuhi baithe hai.

Kuch karunga main, aage badhunga main,

Aaj bhi mera ye sapna toota nahi hai.

Woh badlaav aaega, use laaunga main,

Aaj bhi iss ummeed ka daaman chhoota nahi hai.

Mere haath ki lakeerein kehti hai kuch kar dikhaaunga main,

Inn lakeero ko ek din sach kar dikhaana hai mujhe.

Iss andhi duniya ko dikhaaunga,

Iss behri duniya ko sunaaunga,

Aur shayad ek din shayad koi yeh na kahe….

Andhi duniya mein andha main,

Sab dekh kar bhi andekha kar diya.

Andhi duniya mein andha main,

Sab jaan kar bhi anjaan kar diya.

Andhi duniya mein andha main,

Sab keh kar bhi main chup reh gaya.

Aru, My Niece

It's been a long time since I blogged.. I had a lot of things to write but I was never sure about it.. It's not as if those topics weren't interesting enough or I wouldn't have been able to express my feelings about them.. It’s just that it didn't look like the next blog post, I didn't feel right about it.. So I thought a lot and I kept thinking, kept searching for a topic.. I have been doing it for more than 2 years now and it was today morning that I saw this status of my sister on Facebook.

Madhumalti Sharma : My 4 year old daughter just made me cry...from her Christmas market at school, she picked up gifts for Dad (a book), Mom (moisturising lotion) and her brother (toy)...nothing for herself!

That four year old is Aru, my niece. :)

It’s amazing to see what a 4 year old child can think of, the things that they can imagine.. Today when I go out, I do make a point to pick up things for others while buying things for myself.. But on the other hand, that little girl picked up things for her family and nothing for herself.. She knows the real meaning of giving.. She is happy to give.. She was happy just to see a smile on the faces of her family.. She was happy because her family was happy.. All she wanted in return was her family’s happiness.. This noble thought came to the mind of a 4 year old girl..

The readers must have noticed that I have mentioned her age many times.. There is a reason why I’m emphasizing on it.. My readers are obviously a lot more older than her.. I myself am 19.. So I want to raise a question.. I asked myself and now I ask all of you.. How many times have we done something like this? Why are we so self-centered?? Have we not got a nice upbringing?? I know I have and I’m sure you all must have had a nice upbringing too.. What went wrong?? Today there’s a lot of competition, we have to be practical.. Nah.. It’s us that went wrong.. I learnt something from that 4 year old girl, Did you? ;-)

Think about it.

I’d like to end this blog post by saying that today I’m a proud a Mama (Uncle). And I’m proud of my sister and my Jijaji for the kind of upbringing they are giving to their children. God bless all of u! :)

Signing off,

A proud Mama ;)

P.S. : Someday in the future Aru will read this blog herself, and that day, she will proud of herself too.. :)

MY FIRST SCHOOL

I know it might appear to be a weird topic to a few people but to me it means a lot. That was the beginning of my social life..... my life away from my family. It was Little Angels. I still remember I used to cry like anything just before going to school..... Stomach ache was the most common excuse, but fortunately or unfortunately, my father is a doctor and whenever I used to say this, I was taken to my father whereas someone else might have had a chance to miss the school saying shaam ko doctor uncle ko dikha denge….. :-(

But after going to school I used to forget everything. Maybe my teachers were really good. I still remember one teacher of mine ‘Molly Aunty’. That’s what I used to call her and today also when I meet her, I call her in the same way….. Haan utna sweetly nahi, tab meri aawaaz bhi sweet hua karti thi!! :-)

I also remember a friend of mine from that school….. Her name was Neha Baghla….. She was the first friend of mine. And my best friend too. I don’t remember but I am told that after the school got over, we were the last two students from our class to come out. We always used to stand at the end of the line. Those days we were so innocent.Aaj agar koi kisi ladke se baat bhi kare toh sab "Ohhhhh Ohhhhh" karne lag jaate hai. We more mature then I guess!! And hey, how can I possibly forget her. She was my first friend who called me. Oh God! :-)

You might feel that I have finished with two paragraphs but I have not yet written about my studies….. That’s still my habit….. Sab kuch pehle, padhai baad mein!! 8-)

Hmm….. I remember I was a good, decent student….. But I was also a lazy one….. Once we were told to write 'P'. So I wrote ‘P’. Then I was told to write ‘R’. So I made the ‘P’ ‘R’ by drawing a line on ‘P’….. So I was intelligent too, I knew how to do less work from the time I was in the kindergarten!!

And I am told that once an oral test was being taken by Molly Aunty. When the other students were being asked the questions, I answered all of them correctly and was also scolded for that, because I did not let anyone else answer. But when my turn came, I did not answer any of the questions. Woh toh bhagwaan ka shukr hai ki I was amongst the good student of Molly Aunty aur mera retest lia gaya jisme maine saare jawaab sahi diye!!

But as I got promoted and handwriting became quite an important thing, my phase of poor handwriting started which has still not ended I guess. Baap re! Kitna daat khaaya hai maine apni handwriting ke liye! And my handwriting was still better than my drawing. Oh God! Teachers used to guess what I made in the drawing. But I didn’t waste my time in drawing. I actually used to draw funny things rather make the normal things in a funny manner which I am still good at..... And you need some talent for this!

This was me in my initial days at school..... :-)

I think pehle blog ke liye itna kaafi hai….. Waise bhi zyaada likhna mujhpar suit nahi karta!! ;-)