Aaj Tum Nahin Aaye ...

aaj tum nahi aaye...

na jane kyun... par aaj tum nahin aaye,

kai lamhe raakh hue intezaar me,

jaane kitne khwaab gawaye maine...

par aaj tum nahin aaye...

aakhon ko zara neend si lagi , malte malte jagaye rakkha,

hasrat se takkta raha wo veeran khidki, // (hasrat = longing)

Uspe jami dhundh paari se hatata raha... // (paari se = periodically)

par aaj tum nahin aaye...

jo hoti koi dastak to bechain ho padta, kisi chetna ke sath

khidki ke har kone me tumhari parchai dhoondhta rehta,

aaj bhule bisre kisi dost ne di dastak, kiya yaad...

par aaj tum nahi aaye...

doston ne bujha di battiyan, kaha so jaa,

par ek mombatti jalake maine barkaraar rakhi roshni,

parwane kai jal gye shama ke sparsh se, hum bhi taiyyar baithe the... // (parwane=flies)

par aaj tum nahi aaye...

choti choti jhapkiyan maari, tumhari kuch jhalkiyan

batori toote toote khwabon me,

har khwaab adhoora hi tod diya,

tumhe poora pooral dekhne ki chah me...

par aaj tum nahin aaye...

na jane kab ye kambakht neend das gayi,

kab nazar laparwah hui, kab mombatti pighal gayi...

neend ki chaadar jo aadhi raat gaye sarki, mai sehsa jhatpataya,

uthkar dekha to khidki ke sheeshe khule the ab bhi...

laprwahi par kuch chidh gaya khud se, kuch darr gaya zara

poocha khuli khidki se - "kahin wo aakar chali to nahin gayi?"....

kya aaj tum nahin aaye ?

............

khwabon ka dank ...

roz chali aati ho, dabe-panv mere bistar pe,

na koi aahat, na koi dastak,

badi chalak ho.. payal bhi nahin pehnti,

koi bandish pasand nahin tumhe,

sarhadon ke bare me bhi kabhi suna hai ?

badi besharm ho.. har raat aa jati ho,

sarak jati ho mere chadar me, aur jakad leti ho mujhe... kass ke,

mano iss raat ke baaz nazar se koi darr nahin tumhe,

darrogi bhi kyun?..

raat pighalte subah na jane kiss duniya me gum ho jati ho,

hamari duniya me aankhen kholti to jaan leti...

jaan leti ke raat ki ye khumari, kitni khatarnak hai.

tum toh kandhon par pank laga deti ho,

uddne ko bebas karti ho,

tum kya jaano ke yahan aasman par bhi hadhen bichi hui hain,

hamari duniya shiddat ki duniya hai, kashmakash ki duniya hai,

yahan sarhadein bhi hain aur bandishen bhi,

hum apni khidkiyon par parde lagate hain,

hamare yahan darwaze hain, jo sabke lie nahin khulte,

uddne ki ijaazat nahin humen,

par tezi ke bagair kam nahin chalta,

jhak marke daudna hi padta hai.

issi daud se kuch pal churakar aa girta hun iss bistar pe,

yahin milta hun tumse.. iss raat ke jungle me,

issi raat ka hissa ho tum,

issi ki tarah bekarar aur zehreeli,

roz zara sa zeher aur pila jati ho,

par sach kahun to.. zeher ke ghoot pilakar hi sahi,

mujhe zindagi tum hi deti ho,

roz chali aati ho, dabe-panv mere bistar pe,

aur khwabon ka dank marrti ho... ...

kal ki tareh ...

kai dino bad kuchh likha hun, ummeed hai aapko pasand aaye ...

aaj kai dino baad dhoop giri iss khidki par,

par kash isspar phirr barish ki wahi barsaat ho jaye,

han, sheeshe ke uss paar nazare zara dhundhle ho jayenge .. kal ki tareh

lekin kya pata shayad sheeshe ke iss par, phirr tumhara sir mere kandhe par ho... kal ki tareh !

4 MINUTES - my first movie

friends .. hiiiii... i don't know what to write.. i'm a bit too excited.. finally my movie is here.. my short amature film shot on handycam... i'm out of words.. so i shall simply leave you guys with my movie.. i hope you guys like it... eagerly waiting for your feedback !!! DO COMMENT .. i want your reactions on the movie ... (note: let the complete movie buffer n then watch it, otherwise it'll spoil the fun)

4 MINUTES - MY FIRST MOVIE

friends .. hiiiii... i don't know what to write.. i'm a bit too excited.. finally my movie is here.. my short amature film shot on handycam... i'm out of words.. so i shall simply leave you guys with my movie.. i hope you guys like it... eagerly waiting for your feedback !!! DO COMMENT .. i want your reactions on the movie ... (note: let the complete movie buffer n then watch it, otherwise it'll spoil the fun)

CLICK HERE FOR THE MOVIE

SNIPPETS OF MY SCHOOL LIFE .. [ 2 ]

THE SLEEPING BEAST !

I must have been in class-5 at that time. It was our half yearly exam. The timing of our exam was such that it was in the second shift( our school would run in 2 shifts- 7 to 12 and 12 to 5). Till class 5 we were in 1^st shift and we wern’t quite acquainted to the teachers of the second shift. So everyday a new face would come for invigilation. Mostly they were strict and just before the exam the older students who would sit with us in the same class room would guess the invigilator and pray for a lenient one to come. And every time an invigilator would walk in there would me chorus of sounds like ‘phew’ and ‘sigh’ coupled with hi-fives with friends for a lenient invigilator( which would mean more opportunity to cheat!), and sounds like ‘gosh’ and ‘shit’ for a strict one coupled with instant folding of hands and turning of heads upwards (meaning .. marr gaye yar! Ab bas oopar wala bachale ! ). On one such exam, as usual the guess who game was on, few guys were standing at the door, watching who’s going into which class and after some time the invigilator arrived! Seeing him I almost jumped off my seat! My mouth went wide open as to how a man can be this huge and monstrous, he was tall as tall could be and fat like a beast. His eyes were all red and fiery. He was looking like a monster who could devour the whole class in one go. But in stark contradiction to my thoughts the chorus didn’t sang ‘gosh!’ but they ‘sighed’ and hands didn’t fold they hi-fived! I just couldn’t understand why? How? How could this beast give a sigh of relief to the elder students? Meanwhile the bell rang and exam started.. I looked at him once.. he was sitting in the wooden chair his red eyes darting the opposite wall. I didn’t dare to see more of him. I started writing my paper. After 15 minutes I heard a loud sound – ‘BANG’ or ‘THUD’ or something like that! I suddenly looked around and to my utter surprise that sound was created by the collision of the mighty head of the invigilator and the table. Damn! He was in sleep! After a moment he cozied himself by folding his arms on the table and digging his face into them ( they served as pillow! ), and that was it! He went into his deep slumber, even started snoring. The elder students went into a tizzy! And our class’ students didn’t know how to react because this was something out of our imagination – AN INVIGILATOR SLEEPING IN MIDST OF EXAM!! Now I knew why there were sighs instead of goshs! He woke up only when the peon brought him chai and after having tea he went into sleep mode again and started snoring even loudly ( the chai effect maybe!) and once again when 10 minutes were left for exam to end so that he could sign our answer sheets ( maybe for him invigilation meant only that). That invigilator was RAO SIR. But I must must mention that he was a really nice person at heart. He never taught us but accompanied us on scout guide rally once and was genuinely helpful (only if we could nullify his snores at night)!

So this was one crazy incident of “THE SLEEPING BEAST” ... a snippet of my even crazier school life !

Also check out "SNIPPETS OF MY SCHOOL LIFE .. [1] - "THE GREAT INDIAN PUNJABI KUDI" CLICK HERE !

SNIPPETS OF MY SCHOOL LIFE ! .. (Part-1)

Hi friends. The time has come. For me. and for many of us, our 12 year long school life has come to an end ! Those magical and wondrous 12 years, full of fun, friendship, love, tears, examinations, results, sports, co-curriculars and well yeah studies too(only a little though !). And like every good thing its has to come to an end. And it has , leaving behind a flood of memories- some sweet, some sour, some bitter, some tasteless but memories to cherish nonetheless. So in this particular series on my blog I’ll try to pin-up all those interesting and crazy memories of my school life on my blog so that they are here forever to cherish! I hope all the readers will enjoy this series.

The first memory I’m going to pin-up is that of my bindass friend – Tanpreet ! She was the one who urged me to write something about our EMMS-10 school and gang of friends there and gave me this idea. So this one’s for you Tanpreet !

THE GREAT INDIAN PUNJABI KUDI !!

Our school had organized a spoken English class in the summer holidays, thanks to our principal Mrs. Shashi Bhatia. So in one of those sessions, our tutor Mr. Navin Vaid had given us a situation to improvise and speak on. The situation was – “you are in Mumbai. The public transport is on strike. Its raining heavily. You have to reach to a certain place 10kms away for an interview. What would you do?”. Everyone of us gave our opinions, none were effective enough! Then came the turn of Tanpreet. Without think for a minute she fired- “ sir I’ll push some passerby and make him fall and then snatch his vehical and go"! For few moments everyone in the class went speechless with their jaws dropped. Everybody was staring her. Navin sir couldn’t make out what to say. After a while everybody broke out into an impromptu laughter! So this was tanpreet- the punjabi kudi! Always lively, vivacious, chirpy and bubbly, full on bindass, completely fearless, inducing life and vivacity to each and every moment! After that day I never had even a pinch of doubt that her life is gonna be rocking. One could slog hours and get 90% marks but tanpreet’s confidence and fearlessness were unmatchable!

KEEP ROCKING AS ALWAYS, MY “GREAT INDIAN PUNJABI KUDI” !

PS : This series will be a collection of more such small incidents and thoughts related to my school life. Please wait for more “SNIPPETS OF MY SCHOOL LIFE”

Special .. ( Part - 6 ).. the last part ..

Dedicated to all the GIRLS I’ve come across in my life. Specially for – RITIKA and NEETU ( the best girls I’ve ever met.. they still don’t cease to surprise me ! )

part -1

part -2

part-3

part -4

part -5

(CONTINUED AFTER THE PREVIOUS PART )

So she was gone, and now my position was- I was in nehru nagar with zero money in my wallet ! I had to reach my home in sector 10 after picking up my bike from fiitjee office. The only good thing going for me was that my mom and dad were out of station and there was no one to question my absence from home for such long hours with cell switched off. So then started my journey back home. By the grace of some really nice people who gave me lifts successively I reached the fiitjee office. From there I picked up my bike and then returned home. I opened the door and went in. The clock flashed ‘9:15’ . I drank water aplenty and stretched myself on sofa. My thoughts were still stuck to her. ‘she was going! Oh god she was going! I might never see her again! She changed my life and now she was going! I was lost in these thoughts for good 1 hour. I was getting restless. I looked at the watch once again.. ‘10:17’ it flashed. I vacillated for a moment and then stood up picked up the keys, locked the door kicked my bike and zoomed off. To where?? Ah! C’mon you would have guessed it- ‘durg station’!

At 80kmph I reached durg station. It was about 10:30 now. I barged into the station without bothering about the platform ticket ( there are plenty of ways to get out of station without platform ticket! ). So I ran around the platform searching for her. I saw here and there and finally spotted her. She was going from platform 1 to platform 2 via bridge. I jumped on the tracks and crossed the tracks between platform 1 and 2 and stood there at platform 2 to welcome her. She saw me. She was stunned! Her eyes went wide as she crossed me. She turned back and gestured. “what are you doing here?” . ‘nothing just chilling’ I mimed and winked one of my eyes. She placed her hand on the forehead and mimed- “hey bhagwan !”. I found a suitable position from where I could see her easily and clearly. After some time she stood up , said something to her dad and started walking towards the coffee shop. “yehi mauka hai” I said to myself. I too went to the coffee shop and stood adjacent to her... “1 coffee caffechino” she ordered. “same for me too please”I said without looking her. Dad’s always have a watchful eye on their daughters, ‘I better play safe’ I thought.. “ hi” I said.

-“ hi.. tu yahan kya..”

-“did I ever tell you that you are the best thing to happen to me in this stage of my life”I interrupted. “I wanted to say just this” I continued “THANKS” ! she gave a warm smile.. our coffee was ready.. we both took our coffee and walked in separate direction. I leaned against the pillar and kept looking at her. She would stealthily glance sometimes ( scared of her dad). The train arrived and she boarded the train and hastily settled at the window seat so that she could see me. She waved slowly. I waved back. The train jerked, started and rattled away. I kept waving at the train till it was out of sight. She was gone.. I didn’t have any of her pictures, though it was imprinted in my heart forever.. (such embarrassing cliches I write sometimes.. any ways..).. she did not have a mobile( she hated them) no e-mail id (same reason).. she mailed me her landline number from her father’s id after a week or two. I would ( still do ) miss her.. but whenever I would.. I would go to jublee park, feel her hands firmly gripping mine and we both would keep gazing at the stars.. just like that day- 2 moths after her departure..........

I was lying there and felt like tumbling down the hill and surrendered myself to the gravity and rolled down in ecstasy. I kept laughing the rest of the day till I reached home. I felt like calling her ( though she had warned me not to call her quite often.. but chalta hai ). But my mobile was missing from my pocket.. damn it must have slipped while I was tumbling down the hillock.. damn.. I wasn’t worried too much about my cell.. I was worried about her number that was loaded in my cell phone.. I lost it !

SHIT SHIT SHIT !!!!!!!!!

THE END !

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