maa..

**An orphan boy.. how he feels when he see a mother and a child, together.. what questions he asks from himself.. and how does life answers his questions as he grow up.. here it goes**

meri maa kaisi thi?
ek masoom si awaz mein,
us nanhi si jaan ne pucha.
sawaal ki lehar thi choti,
par jigyasa ka ufaan tha unchaa,

kya wo mere hi jaisi thi?

aj jo dekha ek nazara,
kehte hue suna ' bilkul mere jaisa, ek hi to laadla hai hamara'..
kuch chamak si thi maa ki aankhon mein,
aur pehli baar pyar dekha kisi ki baaton mein..
mein to anjaan tha,
kya karu.. naadan tha..
to is pari ko maa kehte hain...
gar wo bachha jo uski baahon mein tha, use maa na kehta,
to aj ye sawal mere zehen mein na hota,

meri maa kaisi thi?

jabse ankhon mein jaan ayi aur soch paya,
apne ko is duniya mein tanha hi paya..
par apno mein nahi to dusro mein hi khush hua mein,
maa ke aanchal ko mehsus hi kar jee liya mein..
aj jab kuch ban paya hu,
to sochta hu,
mere paas maa jo hoti,
meri khushiyon ko dekh kitna khush hoti..
bachpan mein jisne chalna sikhaya,
aj usko thaam ke sath jo chalta..
bachpan ki baaton ka zikr jo chidta,
use hasata,hasta, girta aur sambhalta..

par jabse dekha hai is duniya mein,
log itne bade ho jate hain..
apni hi maa ko chodkar,
kahi dur chale jaate hain..
zara socho.. jo apni hi neend bhulakar,
tumko sulati rahi..
par tumne ek na suni uski,
jab wo tumko bulati rahi..
har sapne ko uske tumne tod diya,
jab duniya ka sabse pyara rishta tumne tod diya..
Sochta hu, is pyare se rishte ka dil dukhakar kahan jaoge,
meri hi tarah janm loge, aur maa ko bas shabdon mein hi paaoge..

kya hota hai maa na hone ka ehsaas,

jaan jaoge.. jab maa nahi hogi tumhaare paas..!

"I am lucky to have my mother..if God has granted you with this lovely gift..then love your mother.. keep making her feel that you still care for her and you will always be there for her support" God bless!

Blessing in disguise..

When i am alone,
my mind wanders,
what to do,
whom to talk to,
to read,
or to walk,
to scratch the walls,
or to chalk,
More blood gushes through my vain,
as i try to reduce the pain,
Trying to think,
I reached a stack in my brain,
Back to those days, when we used to walk down the lane,
Together we laughed, lovely moments we shared,
We loved, we fought but we really cared,
Casanova was me, flirting was the job to be done,
But her love was the reason to change and get stuck with one
Days passed we got more close,
Whenever i fell ill she was the only dose,
For every fight, a kiss from her could solve all,
And soon our hands were clinched for a stroll,
Gone were such days after we had a terrible fight,
and we decided not b in each other's sight,
we parted but her love remined within,
Wherever i went, something went missing,
It was her all the time,
The moments we shared were worth uncountable dime,
Her rememberance pinched me so hard, i fumbled a lamenting tone,
Its uniqueness bewildered me and i decided to hone,
Each day i used to think of her and those times,
And soon composed kinda song consisting of rhyms.
With all my shattered heart and in her memory,
I launched this incidental song,
That soon hit the chartbursters
And pleased a throng,
One day, performing at a big event, i realised,
How my name became italicized,
It is all the power of LOVE,
Who says it has all the pain,
if even it has.. it somewhere leads to gain :)

LIFE- I

Life is full of surprises.. Many of which i received on my journey from being an engineer to a banker ='Bhayankar'(circumstances or destiny or same, whatever u call)... Sharing with you all few such moments...

While in college, just like any other engineer dream of an MNC, lavish lifestyle, fashionable chicks, separate cubicle and what not... I too had certain expectations from my college degree and after getting placed with one of the reputed s/w firms I was like any other guy who would relieve all his tensions and w'd prepare himself to be part of one of the highly paid sector. But for a software engineer, how life could remain unbugged :) Dwindling economy and being part of an average institute became the reason for such a bug... the latter bug was now inherent in me and the former one was more of warning not being just restricted to me(it hit the world). A s/w engg. certainly keeps a check of warnings.. So did I... the frustration of not being called by the company and sitting idle at home made me apply to all those companies to which I was eligible. Later, Somehow I managed to get a contractual job in Delhi. Life changed for me (the other way)… The job I was in, provided me with a separate office (best part)…but… in hospital (worst part). Actually the project I was working on was for northern railways and so I was posted to a client site... but every new beginning leads to end of few things… it all ended... no frnz... At least in my vicinity... no more late night fun... no more LOVE (saddest part)...no workmates (I was alone at the office-no ending of the worst part)...

I need to wake up early to avoid the packed up buses and delay in travelling time and that needed practise as it was never my cup of tea.. But Chandragupta says ' every activity becomes a habit once it is practised continuously for 21 days... how could I be so punctual? Every 20th day was a delay in practise and I was again back to day 1..lolz.. Dogging behind buses… waving hands… straining my vocal chords to fumble 'auto-auto'... i recalled... somewhere i heard of the word 'struggle'...m i in this phase.. yes i was..
And that definitely reminded me of my workplace.. 'hospital'.. my job involved almost al kinds of management work but the difficult task was to deal with the pensioners(govt ones).. to explain them about the benefits they would get with this project and to make them register for this service was really challenging…
Some were polite..Many were aggresive(age-effect).. few were smiling.. but all blessed(Outcome of my respect towards them)... there were times when they used to give infinite advises, shared their experience(few even cried- d world is really cruel esp wid these old people) and some were in joyful mode to hold a respectful tag of senior citizens :)
By this time i had enough of practise to deal with them and i became sure that i could pamper my father-in-law very well in near future :) (one of the compliments i received from them)

My days passed and i gave up the possibility of getting a call from the company i was placed in(cruel recession's toll).. i decided to be part of the largest bank of India, State Bank to which I got through. My parents were happy about their son getting a govt job in this tough time and I was happy to start expecting something out of my life(every new thing fascinates you that way!)..

But how could I forget my each friend calling me 'sarkari babu'... I had no comments to this comment.. i just passed a smile thinking about my transition from a software engineer to a sarkari babu 

Life is full of surprizes...!!!

Did my new job fulfilled my desires? were there more surprises in store for me? Answers in upcoming post... :)

Kaisi ye holi?

akash bhara tha rango se,
gaalon par tha laga gulaal,
jazbat uthe mere mann mein,
aya mann mein ek sawaal,

ye rang to ud jaega,
par kya tu wo rang bhula paega,
jis rang ne ranga is dharti ko,
chhitka hai jo dhamako se,
bhaybheet kar diya hai sabko,
sang gunjti cheekh pukaro ne..

aj to mil rahe hai gale,
kal inhi ko kalam karne mein lag jaenge,
gujiya banegi bam,
aur samose hathgole ban jaenge,
pichakariyan hongi bandook,
goliyan dhaar si jaengi,
na dekhengi Ram ya Rahim,
bas dil cheer ke aengi..

khushiyan to milkar manate ho,
kyu dukh mein peeche jate ho,
mil jao sath hai dua yehi,
is holi ka manzar badle,
ane wala kal badle,
mann mein uthe to bas ek sawal,
kuch badla sa nazara hai is baar,
prem ka gulal hai mehek raha,
har insaan hai chehek raha,
har mazhab ranga hai rang mein,
Ram-Rahim ki toli hai sang mein,

bas dua hai yehi,
har taraf bhaichare ki boli ho,
na meri na teri,
apne desh ki aisi holi ho !!!

We came close and I gripped her tight,
Such was the ecstasy of full moon-night,
Holding hand in hand, staring in her eyes,
She drove me crazy but aborted all my tries,
‘Love is blind’, I stated,
She remarked ‘all your ways are outdated’,
My brain stormed, heart craved to be close,
Then I decided to frame my love in a prose,
She read, she felt, and I was drowned in her love realm,
The beep of my cell interrupted my dream...
The SMS read as “Wishes on Valentine’s Day”,
A tear trickled down from my eye as I realised ‘She was away’...

Bullish Love...

Some were Vibrant & some were Violent, Some remained Victorious & some Vicious. Some went long, some did short, for some it was a matter of future and for some just an option. Day was highly volatile and but the index was expected to rise high. Novice investors might have lost but veterans must have remained profitable. Some index movers might have tried to fluctuate the index but positivity prevailed.

Financial markets didn't open today but the volatility of the day reflected the same trend. Today, Index was replaced by Love, Shares by Heart, Traders by Lovers and market movers by moral policemen like MNS, Ram Sena etc. Such was the dynamicity of the day… V-day...

The day, 14th Feb., was enthusiastically celebrated all across the world as Valentine day, a Special day for the celebration of Love, thanks to Saint Valentine for making us realize the importance of Love. I mark the day as a beginning of New Year for lovers as it emerge as a day that leads to Pledges, Commitments, Resolutions and last but not the least, Celebration just as on arrival of a new year.

Let us drive with the magic of love and share it with all our loved ones.

Happy Valentines Day!!

“The monk who sold his Ferrari”

We often wait for special treats of life when we are guided by someone in a manner that completely transforms our life. Books have often proved to be such guiders. And sometimes we encounter books that not only gains our interest but also we start following them in our daily life.

Believe me, this book is all about knowing oneself. Get inspired from the famous best-seller, “The Monk who sold his Ferrari”, exclusively in condensed form for all ‘aspire' readers.

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The Monk_Condensed_by Puneet’