My old phone

Found today my first mobile handset buried deep in my closet unattended for months. It was an old box structure with qwerty keypad where for typing ‘s’ one had to press a button 4 times…. And however hard did it fell, our breath did not stop on the fear of its breaking down.


When policeman did not taunted us saying that screengaurd will save your phone not u, buy a helmet instead.

When computers, alarm clocks,diary, etc were useful things for us.. When the world had not been caged by smartphones prisons and their normal handsets did not had the whole world into them to look upon 24*7.

When watsapp n Instagram had not peeked into our lives, there was a sense of belongingness and cozyness in the messages sent to people.

A forwarded message on WhatsApp seems a forced affair , but I am talking of the time when personal message comprising of some sweet words planted a smile on our face.
I got my old mobile stacked with all the old messages, n particularly from ppl I hav lost touch with since infinity.Those sweet messages still remind of the lovely bond n the lovely days lived…
I am talking of time when humans had not surrendered before technology n mobiles were for staying in touch with your ppl.

A Women in making..


A Women is a full circle in itself, with a power to create, nurture and transform.

Women…. A beautiful creature of the almighty.

Women, a being in making….in  a process, a struggle  which begins from its coming into the universe before it emerges out of its mothers womb. A process in making to convince the world to let it live, to see the world.

In its making, the moment it sees the light of the world, face of the universe. A women is in making when it suffers the neglected eyes of the other sex, eyes that wished she had died.

Its the making of her self esteem, and her courage  when she fights with the world to get a chance to breath, a chance to live the way she wants, and a chance to get as much respect and love; the men of the house gets.

A women is in a making when she dodges the prying eyes of strangers while she wishes to live the life to the fullest, when a kid in her comes out to dance in rain and walk with the wind.

Its the making of her limits and realm. a realm of her restricted area of dominance, an area of her sky beyond which her wings can’t fly.

A women is in making when she is showered with, or rather imposed with thousands of rules and instructions when  she need to step out.

A women is in making, a making of her conscience and understanding of her self, her body and the troubles it gives; when she transforms into a different being for some time of the age,of every month precursor of her evolution.

Its her making stage, when she cannot act herself, cannot wear herself and cannot live herself, lest those four people of the society would make stories. its the making of her cocoon in which she hides herself.

The cocoon which breaks when her savior becomes her devourer  and its her making when she realizes every breath of her life is a struggle , a fight to live defeating the demons of the world.

its her making, when she has to step down from the ladder of her dream, cause he has forgotten the identity of herself, the identity of her being her a woman. to banish the coming success, and recognition, and worth , when she is prepared to kill her self to become someones else.

Its a making of a women when she dares to hand over her life to someone else, in a new environment and between new people. A making of her confidence, courage and self respect. A making of her, looking at the world with a different perspective.

Its her making, making of her mortal body and spiritual soul, when she surrenders herself to steer ahead the evolution of the world, and endures the agony and pain which gives her the sweet happiness, to bring a life into the world.

A women is a being in making, a making of balance, a making of life, a making of existence and making of survival on this earth.

A women, unimaginable force of strength, courage and patience, a light of knowledge and hope and an inspiration to live

a women is God’s being, sent upon the earth to conquer the unimaginable  world..







Count your blessings… be Thankful!!

This is a small story I wrote for small children says..



“Count your blessings, and be grateful”, Dhruv read aloud the poster as their car stopped at the signal.”Mumma what does it mean?”
“It means being happy for whatever you have, there are many who don’t have even that.” her mother said. ‘ hmm’ was only reply she got. He had asked for a new toy the day before which she had declined saying that he should be satisfied with whatever toys he had.So he felt that his mother was trying to console him saying this.

“OK we will play a game, we are going on a holiday, so whatever you want by looking around write it in your notebook.When we come back ,I will give you all.” his mother suggested.

Dhruv was overjoyed on hearing this.

On their way Dhruv saw a fast food centre. “Mom I want to eat pizza n burger”, he demanded. “Note it down,” she replied.

As they went ahead he saw a poor girl eating a bread piece someone bad dropped by. “Mom why is that girl eating that dried bread, she does not have jam also”Dhruv asked. “she does not have food beta, that’s why” came the reply.
“Not even the boring sabji n chapati you give me every day?” He asked amused with his innocent face.
“No dear sometimes they sleep without eating anything.” she replied .

They halted for the lunch at a local roadside dhaba . They saw the dhaba owner beating a small boy brutally because he had broken a cup. Initially Dhruv got scared but still asked his mother the reason for such a scene.

He works here dear. He has done some mistake n so is being punished”.

“But mom this is the school time why is he here?” Again came the question
“Because he does not study Dhruv . He does not have money to go to school as they have to earn money for their family.”

“I will also have to do this mom?” said Dhruv with a glum face.

“No dear we are here for you to feed you and care for you.” now a worried Mom said.
“Acha, show me what all you want”.
Dhruv immediately took out a pencil to cross his wish list

“I already have everything mommy “Thanku for everything “Dhruv replied with tears in his eyes.

Moral: We have many things, which hundreds of people like us do not have. We should always be happy with whatever we have and should count our blessings.

कुछ शांत पलों की पंकितयां। मेरी ओर से 

भूल के गमोंं को आगे बढ़ना है चल
ज़मीन से उठकर आकाश को चूना है चल
मुश्किलें तो दुनिया की सच्चाई है मेरे दोस्त
रात के अंधेरों को छोड़ उजाले साथ लेकर चल

ज़िन्दगी सुहाना है सफर , मिलती है एक बार
रोना है या हसना है , करना है ये ऐतबार
उम्मीदों की ऊँगली थम , निकल चले इस सफर में
राहों की फैली चाद्दर को महसूस करते चल

प्यार रूह है ज़िन्दगी की , जोड़ें हम,हमें खुदी से
एक जलती लॉ है, जो जले तन में हर पल
एक अपना हो हमेशा साथ , कल आज और कल
इस उगते सूरज के संग , ढूंढने निकले उस मंज़िल को चल…holidays-32a


होली जो थी समय के पार

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आज के वक़्त  वाट्सएप्प मैसेज और डीजे के बीट्स पर थिरकते हुए होली मानाने के बीच में हमारे अपने बचपन की होली गम सी गयी है. बचपन के होली का अलग  ही मज़ा था। एक हफ्ते ;पहले से ही होली की तयारियां शुरू हो जाती थी।  पिचकारिय चल रही है की नहीं , गुलाल कौन कौन सा आया , आज के वक़्त में  वाट्सएप्प मैसेज और डीजे के बीट्स पर थिरकते हुए होली मानाने के बीच में हमारे अपने बचपन की होली गुम  सी गयी है. बचपन के होली का अलग  ही मज़ा था। एक हफ्ते पहले से ही होली की तयारियां शुरू हो जाती थी।  पिचकारिय चल रही है की नहीं , गुलाल कौन कौन सा आया , रंग पक्के तो है न? और जाने क्या क्या।  पानी  की होली तो पिचकारियां चेक करने के बहाने हफ्ते भर पहले  शुरू हो जाया करती थी।  पूरे  आँगन  में पानी  मारते  रहते  थे एक दुसरे पर।  शाम में होलिका जली की , हमारी होली शुरू..  पानी वाली तो  नहीं खेल पाते  पर हाँ सूखे रंगों से सबको खूब दौड़ते थे. बस कोई सामने दिख जाये, उस की तो फिर खेर नहीं।

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होली की दिन मम्मी को हमें उठाने  की ज़हमत नहीं  उठानी पड़ती थी।  दबे पाँव घर के बहार भाग ही रहे होते की माँ दरवाज़े पर ही रोक देती। फिर तो ‘ ढंग से नाश्ता  करो, फिर ही खेलने जाने मिलेगा’ फरमान सुना दिया जाता था. राकेट की स्पीड से थोड़ा बहुत निगलते और मम्मी के हिदायतें सुनते सुनते भाग जाते।  ” पुरे शरीर पर ढंग से तेल मल  लो नहीं तो रंग नहीं छूटेगा , ध्यान से खेलना , बदमाशी मत करना , जल्दी वापस आना, हार्मफुल रंगों  से बच के रहना ।  और जाने क्या क्या।  मम्मी के यह निर्देश गली के मोड़ तक  सुनाई  देते। एक बार घर की चारदीवारी से निकले नहीं की हमारी पूरी हुड़दंग शुरू  हो जाती।  बस टोली जमा की और चल पड़े। उस समय का जमाना भी अलग था. कोई औपचारिकता नहीं होती थी। आस पड़ोस के बच्चे हमारे पक्के दोस्त हुआ करते थे एक साथ बदमाशियां करते और उसकी डांट  भी खाते।  सड़कों पर जा रहे राहगीरों को रंगों से भीगना  तो आम बात होती   थी।  हम तो जानवरों को भी न छोड़ते थे, आखिर होली का दिन था भई।  शाम में थक हार के घर लौटते , और फिर मम्मी  पीछे पड़ जाती, हमारे नीले पीले रंगों को छुड़ाने में. उस रात सबसे अछि नींद आती।

आज तो त्योहारों के मायने ही बदल गए है।  अब क्लब के एंट्री पास के लिए   पैसे देकर और  डीजे और भांग की  धुन पर नाचना ही होली हो गयी है. आज यह सब याद कर के आँखें नाम सी हो जाती है। बड़े बड़े घरों और कांच के बक्से जैसे ऑफिस में बैठ कर होली एक और संडे  लगने  लगा है।  न ही वो रंग बिरंगी पिचकारियां है  न ही उनमे से छलकने वाले प्यार, दोस्ती और खुसी के रंग।  अब तो होली वो होली न रही।  खैर जाने दीजिये।बचपन की होली याद कीजिये और अभी होली का भी मज़ा उठाइए।    आप सभी को होली की बहुत शुभकामनाये। धुन पर नाचना ही होली हो गयी है. आज यह सब याद कर के आँखें नाम सी हो जाती है। बड़े बड़े घरों और कांच के बक्से जैसे ऑफिस में बैठ कर होली एक और संडे  लगने  लगा है।  न ही वो रंग बिरंगी पिचकारियां है  न ही उनमे से छलकने वाले प्यार, दोस्ती और खुसी के रंग।  अब तो होली वो होली न रही. खैर जाने दीजिये।  आप सभी को होली की बहुत शुभकामनाये।

You can do it!


In a small village there were two friends. One of them was a 6 year old boy whereas the other was 10 years old. There were the best of friends and did everything together. Going to school together and playing together, eating, laughing, enjoying together. The whole village knew of their friendship. One day they both went to an open space to fly kites. Slowly they wandered farther away from the village where there was no one to be seen. Suddenly the elder boy fell into a deep pit and started crying for help. The smaller one wandered around to get some help, but failed to do so. And then He decided to help the boy himself. He found a rope and pulled the older boy up.

When the kids reached their home they told the villagers about the incident. But no one was ready to believe that a small boy could lift up someone who is double his weight. They failed in convincing them that it was actually the truth. Although there was an old man who believed them. The villagers respected this old man and  believed him but asked him as how could be that  possible.

The old man replied that the younger boy could hoist the elder one up from the pit only because there was no one to tell him that he could not do that. There was no one to discourage him; not even himself.

Everything that we go through is in our mind. If we decide to do something, there is no one who can stop us from completing our work. It is all in our hands and in our determination to do something which we wish to.

everyone is equipped with same amount of will, strength and determination. the requirement is only to recognize it and use it in our needs..

Good Luck !

A Thing called auto Rickshaw


A three wheeler Samaritan of the masses, rickshaws are the lifeline of today’s cities. In a scenario where inflation is at its peak and petrol prices are competing with gold to reach at the top of the most expensive product, autos are the only hope for the non car owners. People have no option for autos as Buses which are mostly overcrowded are difficult to commute in ours is a fast faced life  and at this way of life .Where each inch of the rods are packed with vehicles auto rickshaws are the saviors. These miraculous 3 wheeler have an uncanny ability to swerve through narrow streets and congested lanes. Whatever be the situation. This no bone like flexibility of the rickshaw steering through leaves you amazed at the speed it can twist and turn to push in the rickshaw in to the traffic. You just cannot miss the pinching yourself when you feel that the wheel is just about to fall into a ditch and the other second viola! The rickshaw is again racing on the roads. A rickshaw undoubtedly gives tough competition to the other motor vehicles with its speed and radius. It is the mode of livelihood for the hundreds of rickshaw drivers around. You extend a hand out and here comes an auto. Sometimes or rather most of the time Rickshaws are annoying too; for their careless driving and unattended meters. And that’s why car owners hate them. Sudden halt and unpredictable turns on roads are their trademark. Which makes us curse under our breath every time it makes us jolt in our vehicles behind due to its habit. How much you hate or dislike rickshaws , these are amazing inventions and like god send help when your car breaks down in the middle of the rain or when you have to catch a train. This yellow black Samaritan never puts you down.