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..







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Service in profit- How Ola is changing the lives of auto wallas.

I generally do not converse with strangers (of course our safety instincts do not let us do that), but this time the traffic jam was too boring for me to keep quiet.  It was then that I realized; sometimes we come across people who are much more than they appear.

Often due to my language barrier, weak persuasion skill and ignorance about the routes, the rickshaw wallas used to charge more fare than it was. Either they took a different route or intentionally drove slower to accelerate the value of the meter. But I had no choice.

Using public transport and rickshaws for my basic transportation needs always, I never really relied on cab services like Ola or  Uber.  Firstly, because of their hefty fairs and above it, the ever surfacing crimes by the drivers. Though it is considered quite safe traveling in cabs, owing to the full tracking options, still the fear does not go away. In nutshell, it was rare that I hired cabs for my transit.

But then came the revolutionary service of Ola auto. Initially, I didn’t believe it too but gradually realized that it is after all auto itself and so can be worth trying. The satisfaction of riding in an auto backed up by the relief of not being forced to pay extra was my incentive I think.

So, I was to board my train to my hometown and  I had booked an ola auto which promised to charge only 29 RS. For distance till 4 km.

I always wondered how did the rickshaw wallas survive in such minimal amount and do they have any benefit from this offer. This ride answered all my questions.

Reluctantly  I started a conversation with this decent looking driver who was trying hard to maneuver through the traffic to help me reach the station on time.

“There is so much traffic here all over the city, how do you people manage on such stressful roads?” I asked him.  “No, it is not like that. It is very comfortable for me, I do not take rides to places where there is a lot of traffic, it hampers my ride calculation. If I get a ride then and there, its okay, otherwise I come back.”

“How does this 4 km offer help you?” I asked.

“It is very convenient, the company pays us well, apart from what customer pays, the balance money which should be there according to the general fare( meter value) is paid to us by the company. It is a win-win situation for all the three, the customer- he gets the ride cheap, the company-  they have got a tremendous shoot up in auto rides and for us, we get our due money, which in normal days varies drastically.

For every 30 rides in a day, we are paid 400 RS, daily over and above the amount the customer pays us. Rs. 150 for 10 rides, and so on. So if the customer pays us less, availing the various offers the cab company offers them, that loss which can we incur is paid by the cab company. So we have no problem in taking rides.”

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“Yes, I cannot ask for more.I love my work. I have been employed with Ola for 5 years now, I think I was the 2nd -3rd auto driver to be hired by them in this city. I have taken around 5000 rides with ola so far. The best part is they reward us well. I have received 2 gold coins also, for my service. The company is good.

I also enquired about the mobile phones these drivers had(I often wondered how do these people afford such expensive looking smartphones)

“They provide us phones for some time, till we can buy our own phone. Often they also pay half of the amount required to buy one. Though data pack is always provided by them free. I took a phone and data pack from them in the beginning.  The phone broke, they paid me half amount for the new one but I denied the data pack. I use Reliance  JIO now. I have a better phone too.”

I had a smile when I finished the ride. I often felt sympathetic for these rickshaw wallas, wondering that their life expenses were dependent upon our rides. But after this, I was really happy to know that in some or the other way, though for their own profits, the cab company is making a difference in such people’s life.

Karni Sena, You need to understand this.

When I was in high school, history was my favourite subject. I learnt great details about the country and the world. I could mug it up and secure full marks. It was so very simple. During that good golden days of the school, I read a chapter on Bajirao Pehswa , the great general of the Maratha empire.  Learnt, wrote in the exam and forgot. 10 years down the lane, today I had no clue what has this personality done for the country until  came the movie ‘ Bajirao Mastani, dedicated to the love story about Peshwa Bajirao and his muse Mastani.

Keeping aside the entertainment part, I really came to know about a very important part of the history I had no clue. Of course they were shown dancing and romancing on the screen, but  I feel that is quite obvious and necessary for a feature film. What I picked up was (and later read more about it) that he was the leader who never lost a battle. It is such an  important and indispensable part of Indian history . The box office minted gold and we hoarders of knowledge, a new pouch of information.

Now, fast forward to today and the whole fight and the controversy about the yet to be released Director Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s pet, the magnum opus ‘Padmavati’ . So if you  are still confused about this weird controversy, its more about a religious group ‘Karni sena trying to attract attention by remarking that this movie insults their great queen and it should not be released.  If I conform to the fact that there is freedom of expression given to the citizens by the country, it is not exactly wrong on the group’s part to actually appeal to stop the release of the movie. ( I mean I really does not completely abide by their arguments, but its ok, they have their reservations.) And on the other hand the filmmakers, too have the full right to use this freedom. But what exactly spins my head, wanting to slice their head off is the fact that they are warning the actor and Director with a death threat!. Ironically  a Director can be held responsible to a slight extent, but  why Actress Deepika padukon?? How silly is that!. Announcing to cut her nose off just because she seems to bring a disgrace to the Rajput’s family by playing the part of Rani Padmavati is ridiculously foolish.

How can a few  community who surfaces before the world  only once  just to protest about a movie that is  historically based, insult another woman in name of a fictional legend( I read somewhere  that rani Padmavati’s story is about she being a  character in some poem) they think they had  decades ago.  I respect their feelings(only if its really because,a historical story may have been  being tampered with) but disgracing another woman in public is seriously inhuman , I must say. The recent incident of a body found hanging on a tree with something inscribed on a stone nearby, related to Padmavati has made this whole scenario scarier and gross.

If stories are believed, Rani Padmavati committed Jauhar( self immolation) so that the other king Alauddin Khilji could not in any way have a control on her. Can the bravery of such a legendary queen be tarnished in any way by portraying her in the reel life dancing; that too so gracefully as the actress in the movie does? Has people lost their senses completely??


I never knew that we are the owner of such a honourable history. In a country where every other girl is molested, and she doesn’t  even has the guts to speak against it, there is this women who burnt herself alive so that she can save her honor, and this bunch of people feel that by portraying a part of her life on screen, can ruin the history… Wait What!!!

The best part, the so-called-history-saviours wants the nose and head of the beautiful lead actress, and none of them, I repeat none of them has even mentioned for the hands and limbs or even a hair of the other two important actors of the movie. WHY ?? will their image won’t be tarnished? Or they are not so important part of the Indian history to be said otherwise.

A lot of effort, hard work, sleepless nights, struggle and thought process goes behind such magnanimous piece of art. And coming in its way like this is utterly unfair.

It’s easy to point fingers on someone you think is wrong and does not act as per you. Its easy to blame someone just because you are bored and want some limelight. But it’s not at all cool to insult someone or promise thousands of rupees to freak out a woman and create such a ruckus just for a movie made for entertainment purpose , which may turn out be an informative piece for the audience.


He is the one….

A lot of things have been spoken about women, their rights, their freedom and atrocities against them. Interestingly what is not spoken is the unsaid feelings men have while they silently walk behind the women.

This is a small poem for all those men who step behind to give way for women, smiling and willingly …..

He was one of those men who was believed to be something he was not.
He was one of those men who proved her that it was love and not lust that he had, but fail to express it.
He was one of those men, who provided his shoulder in her grief, when she was too weak to resist the love.
He was one of those men, who had her soul and knew her mind but could not win her heart.
He was one of those men who knew her dreams and aspirations, her likes and dislikes, her life and rights, but could not remain in her sight.
He was one of those who often slept with her worries around, searching a solution, while she was busy giggling to cheesy praises.
He was one of those men who had a heart of gold, mind, you would want to owe, but not with a bank balance which would cross crore.
He was one of those men who may not walk with her lest she think otherwise, but would always stay a step behind to support her lest she falls.
He is one of those men whose love was not seen as it was, coz someone’s lust won the race.
He is one of those men who were tagged the bad ones, as few others loved to achieve that badass tag along.
He is one of those men, who was like a pearl hidden somewhere behind the stones deep in the sea, but she is too busy to find it,
Running behind the cheap sea shells that soon loses its shine.
He was one of those men whose hand got pricked while picking up a rose for her, and the rose was crushed amongst the diamonds.
He is one of those who spoke a little and cared a ton, but she was too careless to notice
He was one of those men whose love was crushed, Because he became too much a friend unfortunately .
He is one of those thousand men who stay behind like a shadow, disappearing as soon as her life gets illuminated.

He is that man, your friendzoned one….

I cannot come up with any title for this — May be Pursuit of Happiness..

In a profession I am in, it is necessary that I write something every day and  post and update my walls. But the problem  I face is, I can’t get hold of the topic or subject I should write upon . It has been a long time, since  I have written something good, and today I want to break that break.  That too without a topic, about something which would ultimately wave back to my favourite topic, finding happiness.

I am stuck up in office. I am using the word stuck because I have been given a work which I have no clue, as to how will I complete it, moreover its terribly boring . This job is something I love to do though not the assignment I am assigned with . I have a flair for writing and I don’t know but somewhere out of the blue, against everything else I do , I feel a lot of satisfaction and happiness when I write something. That is really valuable than money, the  6 figure bank balance.

I know, people do sometimes consider me as naive  or stupid if I say that money is not be- all and end- all of everything . They do feel that I don’t know how much is money important in life. They think I am being ignorant of the world’s facts, the society’s ways. May be yes. May be I am relaxed and unconcerned with the money I am earning because of the several support I am enjoying currently . May be I won’t be so relieved and fearless, when I have to fend myself alone . But I believe I will be still happy . I believe that, that extra money which I may earn by doing something I am not happy in, or doing that does not creatively satisfies me , may not give me my peace of mind and satisfaction as that  other work would do.

I know I write the same things again and again, as if  like reminding myself  the same thing or may be its like reminding others that its ok if you are not earning like your peers or you are not a corporate giant. What important is what you  are , what you want to do and what you think will give you happiness. I have always seen people go behind the nerd mentality and that too desperately. I still fail to understand why.  I have and will always try to go against the crowd. Though I am very sure I will make my self very proud one day, I will fulfil all my dreams and I will become what I wish for sooner or later, but yet if, god forbid I am unable to do so, I get unable to earn like my peers by their profession( which they like or not ) I am confident I will be much happier, may be not richer. I will be listening to my heart and not my mind. Will bow before my happiness and not my pocket.

Though I still wait for ‘that’ perfect moment and ‘that’ right moment, I try my best to live my life fully in the moment , because I know that life is one and I have to do a lot of things in that single one. I know that I cannot and should waste my youth in doing things I can do all my life. I know I am a little conservative, little orthodox and little being full of constraints and limits for myself, but I think that is something I am working hard upon.

I come from a superbly defined family. Definite in values and goodness, in virtues and randomness, love and happiness. But what they have given me in abundance is good soul, a good heart and yes lots of support.

Lastly I may  be contended and satisfied by how my life is going on presently, may be that will be a little roadblock in my further life, because I get too optimistic sometimes, already happy and grateful for what I have . But I know that gratitude has helped me evolve in a better person I am today, to ignore the bad experiences and bad events happening, like a  passing stone on a road. It has helped me be a happier person, making my life  happier.

I do not know why did I write and also post these things, but the one thing I know is that it has given mw creative satisfaction. I hope you know  what  I mean …

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे …

निकल कर जा चुकी हो,

इस मकान को छोड़ कर कहीं,  तुम

पर इस घर को तुम्हे छोड़ने में

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे .


ओझल भले ही हो गयी हो तुम नज़रों के सामने से,

पर वो बोलती आँखों की गुस्ताखियाँ को

जेहन से निकालने मे ,

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे


वो शरारतों की पोटलियाँ , मुस्कुराहटों की टोकरियाँ ,

कोशिश करता हूँ  अब उन्हें कही दफ़नाने की

पर मेरे गुज़रते हुए लम्हों से उन्हें खोने में

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे


खिलखिलती हँसी की खनक, तुम्हारे इश्क़ का नमक

धुंधली सी हो गयी है यादों से’अब

पर वो  सिर्फ यादों  में कैद  हो जाये, इसमें

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे.


तुम्हारे  चंचल  मन की बातें  , बेचैन दिल की आवाजें

नहीं  टकराती अब इन दीवारों से’ अक्सर

पर उनकी सरसरती गूँज को मिटाने  मे

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे.


सपनो सी, मेरी  दुनिया मे तो नही हो अब तुम,

पर तुम्हे ,  मेरे  ख्वाबों  से निकालने मे

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे .


हाथ छुड़ा के कब का जा चुकी हो तुम दूर कही.

पर मेरी रूह से छूटने में  तुम्हे

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे


भूला तो चुके है हम तुम्हे ,

पर तुम्हे भूलने में

अभी कुछ दिन और लगेंगे।



Embracing yourself….

Watch Indian Actress Priyanka chopra on screen and you will feel proud that she belongs to India, listen to her speaking in interviews and conferences and you will definitely swell from pride that she belongs to one among you. She is not an icon for the millions of people,  only because she has made a name for herself, but because she has excelled being what she is . Even after coming from nowhere, and initially  facing brickbats for her acting and looks.  But today she is, successful , because she is true to herself and her identity.  On screen, as an actress I didn’t like her much, thought she is overrated, but her interviews regarding,  what makes her going, left a remarkable impact on me and  on my character today . It is she who has guided me to think that everyone has to walk their journey themselves and nobody else can walk it for you. People can guide, but you have to lead the path yourself. It was she who has accelerated the hidden fire in me to strive harder for what I have always dreamt off.

There are times when we have everything, which we had once wished for, a family, a secure job , money and luxuries. But still we feel a void taking over, our day to day lives, a slight regret and sadness nestled somewhere in the back of the heart , not realizing what actually it is.

It is actually the feeling of not being oneself. The feeling of  not creating something of your own , to be true to yourself and living for what you desire to live for and not for what others want and think you should do. Listening to what others say, while ignoring your heart, is the biggest mistake people do in their life and remain unhappy forever. Living for what others want, what others wish, while killing one’s own wishes and desires. Slowly and gradually, we realise that in order to make everyone happy we forget to make our own self-happy and satisfied. How far is it justified is what we fail to think.

We may attempt once or twice to break the queue, to come out of the rat race and herd mentality, but the surroundings, the brickbats and the discouragement decapitates all our rising flame of change we wish to bring in. The cubicle around the monitors, the phone calls and deadlines washes off the urge of doing something different, something we have always wanted to do. The urge to buy that expensive car burdens the childhood dream of composing a song of our own.


Often our mind is paralyzed by our own thoughts. Our own limits and our own clutches. We want to do something but influencing and convincing oneself is really very difficult and there comes a phase  when we need to take the first step even if we do not see the whole staircase. Let go of the dream of buying that I phone on the cost of our own inner happiness. Because that will give you happiness till the time you are not bored of it, but the life you create for yourself however unprofitable, the peace it would give you would stay for the rest of your lives.

‘Passion has the power to keep you going even in difficult times with smile on thy face’.

People say life is short, and so we should do what we feel happy in.  We may never know when our life will be over with lots of wishes, regrets and desires. So being happy and satisfied is much more important and necessary than being wealthy, is what we should all know and accept. competition is fierce, status quo more significant, but the world remembers those who are happy and contented , because a rich person may not keep everyone happy, but a happy guy would surely, make everyone happy around him.

Before you blindly rush behind the aspirations, the society has made you fall for, rather try following your dreams, and  I am sure the world will be ,much better and merrier.

The World is changing by….


As I embark upon the the journey through life , I witness a wave of change. A change of culture, traditions, habits and thought.A change in lifestyle, landscape, living and tolerance.A change in times.

The thatched roofs and dung layered floors turning into silver glassed window panes and mirror tiles on the floor. The narrow lanes smeared with cow dung and mud into six lane wide concrete roads where every other vehicle is against a race with the other. As I step out of my home, which has also turned from the ventilated 2 storey  house lined by gardens and trees to air tight packet some BHK flats, where the sunlight struggles to step in and driveway is a matter of the past, I even see the change in the air that we breath.

As I continue walking past the racing crowd of rat race , i realize that the relations today  are like, lost in the world of competition.every other child is heading to score the maximum, to get a seat in the IIT;  every other adult for a  9-5  job. The mutuality that kept families intact over decades  have died a painful death. The healthy family whose number ran into two digits  has been replaced by nuclear families, where isolation and solitude are the convenient companions of the kids in the house. The discussions and opinions of the members have gone, the evening gathering have turned into evening check ins on social media sites, and of course the cousins are now a distant relatives..

As i move forward pondering on these facts  I can see the change in the class and behavior of the demography of people. Change in lifestyle, in patience and tolerance power, change in reactions and responses and also in the awareness level. And undoubtedly it has brought in a lot of problems and troubles with it too. People are more aware, more arrogant and more self centered.

A change in technology, with on one hand has simplified life and on the other hand has also complicated it severely. A change in scenario where, humans are turning into machines, with a glint of emotions and feelings dying a silent death. A change in habits, likes, dislikes and influences, which does not step back from breaking the barriers and insulting the traditions. Though a Positive change for the downtrodden, caged in age old superstitious beliefs, but very fatal for ever- knowing – youngster, who are  lacking behind in taking their legacy forward thanks to the technological advancements .

The country where the rituals and traditions have given it a distinct identity  is also victimized by the wave of this change. Of course it will be and should be evident. The value and meaning of festivals are taking a scary change.

There is a shift in the world, shift in the mindset and thoughts. Change breaking into every pores of the society . The change to see a different future.

It is entirely different and debatable as to it will lead the world to doom or progress….

Does the word intolerance exists today?

A lot of ruckuses was created in 2015 over the term ‘intolerance’. Anybody saying a word, in favor of the term and against of the scenario around it, was thrashed like anything. Be it a politician or film star, everyone suffered the same fate; leave alone the commoners: they do not have the right to express something the mob does not feel right. The news channels had only one topic, on which expert opinion were asked and the twitter feed was filled with trolls corning the situation, supporting or condemning the views of the influential.

Today  I even don’t remember why was the hue and cry started, in the first time, but the aftermath of the word ‘intolerance’ and the debates and opinions and tensions that followed it,  is surely inscribed in my head. I was thrown a 15 marks question in the semester exams on the word ‘intolerance ‘which I was flabbergasted to see( as I thought it was not so important,  a thing to discuss) and eventually had to satisfied with the passing marks.  I just remembered some actors were accused of being anti-national and the awards were returned like apparel in exchange sale.  Nevertheless, the catch was the half of the country was still ignorant of the tumult created by the newly emerged word in the socio-political scenario. (Though while today I Google it, to write this piece,  it points to the mob lynching that occurred in that year on the beef matter. )


What I want to say today, or rather want to ask is where this ‘intolerance’ is disappeared today. Where has the feeling of being intolerant against inhumane activities vanished, when it is most required? However, it brought out no result 2 years before also, except giving the media a new burning topic to act for. At least the topic was spoken about.

Today Teenagers are being brutally killed and lynched as per their personal mood, immense inhumane cruelty   is being showered in the name of ‘ gau raksha’ in the wake of cow protectionism. innocent minorities are beaten to death, houses being burnt and traders hanged alive. The mob is violent like hell, lynching and beating teenagers in the name of petty issues.



Why are the awards not being returned? Why is the administration doing nothing to curb the widespread injustice? Why are the self-proclaimed ‘ Gau rakshaks’ being given such liberty to take lives of innocents on their insecure doubts and apprehensions? Is only trolling, commenting and hashtagging  ‘xyz’ solve the injustice? It’s time the social media savvy who are sitting and imposing their views on different scenarios  , do something that really has any effect( by this I mean people who are powerful enough to control or influence the mob) and the politician who is using their campaign stage to show their displeasure regarding mob’s activities perform their duties to stop them,  in the real world.

If the country is really going in the wake of intolerance again, something needs to be done.

The beauty of love… ♥♥♥♥♥


Sometimes what we see helps us understand things clearer more than what we feel around us or what we listen to. Media is a very good tool to feel things, feelings and places, which we do not come across in reality. Whether it is the stubbornness to have the same designer clothes as the actor is wearing, or the fire to work hard to build the similar palace for oneself as in the television, it shows various things, humans in reality cannot and would not imagine and wish to have. However, the media sows in us the desire to have things, which we may not feel the need of.

Similarly often media helps us understand the simple joys of life and its significance which we fail to notice, racing behind worldly chores. One of them is the gift of love and the momentary existence of wealth in our lives.  Where watching being loved on screen makes me feel warm and glad, money and wealth brings a lump in my throat and wrinkles on my forehead.  I‘ll explain why…

I was watching the finale of a web series last night where the family in the show being troubled in their respective lives come together at the end, finding happiness among each other. There were wealthy, successful, yet unhappy living reclusive .Those particular 10 mins filled me with the gratitude for the family and friends I have and of course with the love they shower upon. I belong to a middle class family, I do not flaunt Caprese bag or sleep on a round bed, but I am fortunate enough that I have friends to laugh off my worries with  and loving parents to share my troubles with. Fortunate and lucky that I am greeted with a warm smile when I come home driving all way from my office and I am woken up with a kiss planted on my temple by my father.

I feel inspired to work hard and struggle to steer ahead in life when I see people living a luxurious life, but many a times the coldness of that wish, to acquire wealth eats up the mental piece. There are moments when it feels that chuck! the money, the wealth, all I need is a loving family and nothing else. The strain of running behind those pieces of paper called money, which drive the world seems so small and insignificant in front of the massive power of love. When I see love all around, happiness and sweet fights, the smiles and glowing faces,  the warmth of belongingness engulfs the air spreading across smiles and joy.


I eventually come to a standstill and realize that it is only love and happiness that the human lives for. Of course, money is important but is eventually secondary, a means to acquire happiness and love.

Love is free, unconditional and pure, and then it does not matters where it oozes and from where. Just looking forward to someone who loves you, brings a tingling smile.  A thought of meeting our old friends or cousins, attending reunions and gatherings gives much more happiness than buying oneself an expensive gift, undoubtedly. The reason, the presence of ‘love’.

Once in a while, brush aside all other apprehensions, necessities  and greed and think of the magic of love, spreading across you amidst all the chaos of life, the race for wealth and arms of  living a ‘ prosperous’ life.

The benefits of the so-called ‘useless’ Facebook

Those adults who are inactive and not so addicted to this social networking site called Facebook, must have felt that Mark Zuckerberg has done the worst thing by creating this nuisance which is eating away a lot of valuable time of their children. After the smartphones have revolutionised the planet, accessing Facebook is a matter of few clicks. And it won’t be wrong to say that we are all knowingly or unknowing smitten by it. Though it’s a different matter altogether, if we post on our walls or not.

Haan so coming to the point, I was saying that some tiny percentage of people may think it as a waste, but many times I feel that Facebook is not  less than a miracle in this fast paced world,  but of course  for people who use it wisely. Using Facebook for a balanced duration, not only keep us updated of the matters around the world, but also suffice the inability of keeping in touch with everybody personally. There are lots of our friends on Facebook,  on  average  almost everyone whom we have met once in our lives, who have been a part of our lives somewhere. But as the time passes the contact goes. As it is said, ‘out of sight out of mind’, and this is what happens with people. As soon as our meetings decreases, our communication too fades away somewhere. Slowly we lose contact and finally that person remains a memory in our minds, not knowing where on earth they are and not knowing what exactly is going on in each other’s lives. It happens rare, that after some years when we accidentally bump into each other, we come to know what’s going on in each other’s life.(long after the event is not new anymore). The communication by letters and messages have lost gone, and WhatsApp and, Facebook has taken its place.


It has been 13 years since Facebook was launched, and I must say it has still not lost its charm (Many, including me still spend a lot of time  on it). It was just yesterday that I saw a post on Facebook wherein one of my friend( with whom I had lost contact after my High school) , had announced her marriage. On Facebook. I wished her, which I would have never done, had it not been this site. And the other day another one had just landed his dream job. I know now, that the backbencher who I didn’t think was worthy of my notes(pardon me for this ) is a white collar official today.(Envious but motivating).  Some are among those group of people who were very close to me at one point of time, being a integral part. But as the time passed, not only did we forgot each other, but the memories too fade away. But thanks to Facebook, its like reliving those times. often while scrolling through our timelines  we get a chance to interact, and this becomes the icebreakers.  Not forgetting the birthday wishes from people long lost.

The best part is , it may happen that a person who was your school buddy, has all grown up  with a matured appearance,( so much that you may not even remember the old one)  just open their profile and voila!, his latest  profile update is  here. Now you can be saved by a embarrassing moment of not being able to recognize each other, if you ever meet. see good na!

Okay now some serious stuffs. Just ‘like’ some good informative pages, and you are done with knowing everything from beauty secrets, to cooking tips,knowledgeable stuffs, examination tips  from international news to Bollywood gossip and of course live updates, even before it is formally announced.

you are looking for a job? want to share your talent? just join various Facebook groups, and you are done with it.. It is as simple.

There are many things one can do on Facebook and be benefited by it , that too in a  very short time. the need is only to be aware of the features it offers, and not get tempted by wasting your time on it.(that’s the only disadvantage, I feel it has. It can drain a lot of your time, without you can even know.)

Anyway, i ‘ll leave it to your wisdom, as to how do you use it. But as of now, wishing Facebook a very happy 13th birthday.)

May you have a lot of interesting things to surf on FB.

Fatal arms of depression.

I was flipping through the newspaper one fine morning when my phone rang, my friend on the other side had called to inform me that one of my schoolmate had committed suicide.. I went numb. He was the most cheerful guy of the class., always cracking jokes and starting a laughter riot. With a feeling of despair, I returned to my newspaper only to be saddened more by the news of a Mumbai lad who  committed suicide by jumping from a  hotel window. He was studying in one of the most reputed college of the city and was believed to be a good student. A quote by a psychologist below the news story read “depression is eating up the young generation today”.

In the past recent months, depression is a topic which is being touched quite seriously and frequently. According to a study , every 20 out of 100 youth is suffering from depression, a hidden fatal disease. After Deepika Padukon, an Indian actress spoke about it last year, it has bounced back to being discussed with much attention. Depression is a slow mental illness, which is received with  raised eyebrows and murmurs in the place of sympathy or care as in other diseases. She is mad? is what people say. A smiling face, a calm demeanour may be hiding a  depressed soul and thousand hands pressing him deep down to his  own problems.

Depression is not easily identifiable. a patient stops talking ,socializing or even sleeping or eating on time. Mostly it is termed as being arrogant, careless and rude. Young people with a great career and a promising  future  awaiting  before them just kill themselves. In a matter of a second, a future leader , or doctor or an engineer becomes a past.


It is very sad and disheartening to see youth , who are the future of the nation, the torch bearers of the development  ending their lives. with the increasing competition, money greed and the superficial lives of the social media, the man today is  living more in a artificial life rather than enjoying it. Admist all these, the young generation who are more vulnerable to all these aspects, , are  retreating themselves under their own shells, marred by insecurity, failures and lack of personal touch. A person may look rich and happy, but his heart may be lonely and poor. the outward appearance never shows the wounds beneath. the materialistic development has reduced the tolerance and patience  power of the people , they give up easily and as a result commit suicide.


The need of the hour is talking about it as much as we can. earning the trust of the depressed that he can confide in us their problems which can be talked upon and solved. To treat it as a temporary illness and disease which can be cured with love and care. Its just about bringing them back from the darkness by showing them a little light. Standing against depression and suicide, thereby standing with life and hope.

रंग भर जाओ …..

एक रहता है इंतज़ार शाम ढलने का, की तुम आओ
अपनी प्यारी सी मुस्कान के साथ मुझे बुलाओ
दिन तो कट जाते है, राह तकते तुम्हारे
की रात की वीरानियों में तुम रौशनी बिखराओ।

कुछ बातें होती है दिल में, कहने की
हम ठहरते है दिल थामे की तुम ध्यान लगाओ
कुछ मेरी, कुछ तुम्हारी दास्ताँ के बीच
कुछ हमारी भी बातें तुम बनाओ

जब कदम खींच लाए मुझे तुम्हारे पास
करीब आ कर धीरे से कान में कुछ गुनगुनाओ
दो शब्द ही बोल दो प्यार से
और न मन हो तो बस दूर से ही मुस्कुराओ।

थक कर जब में सोफे पर सूस्ताऊ
पास बिठा कर अपने मेरे बालों को सहलाओ
मैं छुप जाऊ तुम्हारे आगोश में
और तुम धीरे से मुझे सुलाओ।

जब चढ़ना चाहूं ऊँचाई पे अपने सपनो के पीछे
बस साथ खड़े रह कर, पीछे से हाथ बढ़ाओ
अगर रुक जाऊ कभी लड़खड़ा कर राह में
हाथों में हाथ रख मुझे राह दिखाओ।

सब कुछ तो है मेरे पास अभी
बस एक ख्वाइश है कि, तुम आओ और मेरे हो जाओ।

Melody Recalled or destroyed…

 It is said, the older the wine, the better, because some old things remain the best with time. And what if it is packaged in a new form? Does it become new? Maybe, but surely the essence does not remain the same. Why am I talking about these things is, the same goes with music and to be precise songs. We had some great music composers and singers in our Indian cinema, and so had some lovely melodies. The way it was presented and composed just left us wanting for more. But yes, this is what the older generation thinks. Because our younger generation is happy rather mused by the addition of extra ‘tadka’, ‘rap’, and ‘beats’ in it, which is being served along with the aged old songs. I am talking about the remixes and the recent trends of songs remade for current music albums.

A 15-year-old is humming to the tunes of evergreen song  ‘pal pal dil ke pas’, and I hurt my neck when I turn my face in a sudden jerk to see who is this wonder boy who is singing a song decades old, being so young. I restrain myself from happily asking me, as to from where did he learnt this old song and developed a liking for it (it has been one of my favorite among oldies) when simultaneously I stumble across the TV screen where Gurmeet Choudhary, the new hunk in tinsel town is lip sing to the same song along with a blonde, and I realize it is again a remake. Now I won’t be the same anymore, to listen to it as its video flashes will be diluted by Gurmeet alongside Rakhi and her flying letters.pal-pal-dil-ke-pass-wajah-tum-ho

Remakes and remixes were a growing trend in 90’s when  Norwegian’s  Negar Khan ruled the tv screens destroying every song with her ill-clad  videos and inclusion of lots of beats and raps in songs. ‘Chod do aanchal’, kabhi aar kabhi paar’ ;ek pardesi’ were some songs which had been remixed and was a huge hit at that time. All the top models of that time had one remix in their booty. Those were the times when the singles were equally or rather more popular than film songs, sharing an equal proportion of viewership. Remixing old songs gradually decreased over the period and film music completely took over, the only singles which would be heard were of reality show winner or a new entrant who was trying to squeeze into the industry.

The new wave today is different from 90’s as the songs are not remixed but modified, altering the lyrics along with the music, serenity and the loss of essence was the blame it is being accused of. And to an extent it is true.

I thought of the idea of writing on it when, the recent remade occurred on one of my most favourite and nostalgic song, ‘humma humma’ from ‘Bombay’. I recall dancing on it with my elder sister for hours together when it used to be played on the radio. Though I liked the newer version also, but when I went on to ask reviews about it I realized that song was special for many, and most of them hated the newer version. They said the older was much better and the composers are destroying the legacy of the old music composers over the time. Scrolling the playlist on my phone, I stumbled upon every other song being, a  remake and a modified version of some old melody.’ ae zindagi gale laga le’ , ‘ kisi se pyar ho jae’, ‘Pal pal dil ke pas’, ‘maahi ve’ are some to name a few, where the lyrics are also changed.


If it’s good or bad, should be done or not, is something which is relative and varies to person to person. If we think like an old school, and most elders would agree with me that it is destroying the beauty of the old melody, it used to have. The younger generation will never be able to enjoy the smoothness and calmness those songs had as the new remade will always overtake them.

But if I try to decipher the reason for it being remade will be, may be its way of introducing evergreen songs to the present listeners updated according to the present time…

The reason may be whatever, but making a cocktail of an already present cocktail is not being accepted very well by the listeners. After all preserving the history and legacy is important for any industry.

एक अनोखी शाम …..

उस सुनहरी शाम में
ढलते सूरज के लालिमा से ढकी
चढ़ते हुए चाँद की चांदनी में सजी
एक अनोखी मदहोशी सी छा रही थी

हर शाम तारों से सजी
समूचे आकाश में तन के फैलती हुई
अपने आँचल की सिकुड़ती हुई रंगीनियों को देखकर
बरबस चरमरा रही थी

ढोल बाजे की धुन पर नाचते दूल्हे के दोस्त,
बरात का स्वागत करती सालियों की खिलखिलाहट,
कुछ जानी पहचानी बातें बता कर जा रही थी।

मुंडेर से झांकती औरतों की फुसफुसाहट
घूँघट में ढंकी दुल्हन की आहट
ने बांधा कुछ ऐसा समां

की आज कोयल सी काली रात में भी
घरवालों के मुख पर पसरी ख़ुशी की चमक
गजब छा रही थी

थी तो वो एक मामूली सी शादी ही
पर उसके मायने कुछ दबी सी पहेलियाँ बुझा रही थी

रंग रूप से परे उस उत्सव में प्रकृति भी झूम के गा रही थी
जिस सूरत ने तेज़ाब में अपने सपने घोल दिए थे
आज वही सूरत एक फ़रिश्ते के साथ एक नए शिखर की ओर कदम बढ़ा रही थी।

एक फौलादी हौसले की कहानी
आज समाज में गाई जा रही थी
जब उस दरिंदगी से लड़कर जीती वो
एसिड अटैक सर्वाइवर एक नयी मिसाल कायम किये जा रही थी

उस शख्स की इंसानियत की क्या मिसाल दे दोस्तों
इस मौखौटे की ज़िन्दगी से परे
उस के सच्चाई की चमक पुरे देश को चमका रही थी
उस दूल्हे की पसंद समाज के खोखले दृष्टिकोण को ठेंगा दिखा रही थी

कहने को तो वो थी एक
मन्त्रों से सजी, रस्मों से बंधी
सात वचनों की शादी
पर उनके मायनो में वो शास्त्रों को भी झूठला रही थी

वो एक अद्भुदत शाम थी
जिसमे चाँद और तारें तो वही थे
पर उस शादी की चमक
आकाश की चांदनी फीकी किये जा रही थी


याद हैं न?

वो दो लफ़्ज़ों की बातें,

वो दो किस्सों की रातें

वो दो पलों की मुलाकातें

याद हैं न?


वो दो तारे जगमगाते

वो दो जाम छलकाते

वो दो गाने गुनगुनाते हम

याद हैं न?


वो दो पलों का श्रृंगार,

वो दो पलों का दीदार

दीवार की ओट से झांकना

उन्ही दो लम्हो में कायनात पा जाना

याद हैं न?


वो दो आंसू टपकाना

वो दो बातों में मुस्कुराना

वो दो क्षणों का रूठना

वही दो.पलों में मान जाना

याद है न?


वो दो पलों की नाराज़गी

वो दो पलों की बदमाशी

वो दो जहा की  बातें

वो सब से अलग  चाहतें

याद है न?


वो दो रायों के तेरे उसूल

वो दो खेमो में बटें रसूख

वो दो ही झगड़ों में भूल जाना वादें

वो दो ही पलों में अलग हो जाना

याद  है न


उन दो  पलों में मिल जाना

वो दो ही पलों में सब ख़तम हो जाना

याद है न

याद है न…..

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