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Sunday, June 8, 2014

Regret(s)


It was an ordinary weekend for Ravi. Wandering aimlessly in a city he still felt like an alien even after six years. As he boarded one of the last metro-trains, his mobile conked off as usual and he got irritated thinking of being bored for the next 25 minutes sitting idle. The train was empty; no one for him to observe and analyse as he often did to pass time. It was amongst the last trains that ran pretty late in the night, not on a very heavy traffic line and it was a weekend when almost everyone in the city was busy somewhere shedding the fatigue of mind and body off them.

Just as Ravi was readying to sit for the solitary journey home he saw her running down the stairs in a mad hurry to race against time. She jumped off two steps at a time; her hair sticking to her pretty face from sweat due to the effort and a little panic in her big doelike eyes. In a sudden rush of who knows what, Ravi went to the door of the train putting himself between the doors, caught the girl’s hand and pulled her in the train just as the door started closing in. As she stood catching her breath holding the rod beside the seats, he thought of the moment or the fraction of it- quite Bollywoodish, no one might believe it and even he was having hard time believing that such a thing would happen to him; not that he was a dreamer or romantic for that matter. 

The proof of it all came just then as Ravi heard her say thank you for his help. The train had gotten lost in the tunnels at optimum speed and she had started her story at a faster pace without him asking anything. Her voice mesmerizing, her smile captivating and her laugh even more so… She had gone to this movie of the new heartthrob she desperately wanted to see with a couple of her friends and their boyfriends (no mention of her own was a bit satisfying somewhere in Ravi’s mind). She would not normally be allowed to go for a late show had her father been in town. But she needed to get back home asap; her mother was worried for her and if she wasn’t home by the time her Dad called, it would be a havoc when he came back the next day.

Ravi kept listing to her babbling which may or may not have been actually directed towards him, as two more stations passed by they both were yet to oblige any of the empty seats of the metro that are viciously fought for during the busy hours. She was telling about her friends, who had come with their boyfriends on bikes. She was to take an auto from the theater back home only to realize that it was one of those days that the city’s auto drivers were on strike. A couple of them that were there asked some insane amount for a journey of just a few kilometers. She was in no mood to entertain them and be broke all month through. When threatening them with police complaint for refusing to take a female to her destination at late hours did not budge them, she decided to take the metro. Her house was quite close by to the metro station which was just 5 stations away and if she hurried she would catch atleast the last metro home. This brought Ravi to the realization that his good times were soon to be over as one of the next two stoppages will be the last of the most amazing journey he had. But then what more could he hope for, he hadn’t really become a brave knight in the shining armour for battling a metro door for her that she would grace him with her phone number or something. That’s getting a bit too ‘filmy hopeful’ he thought; but then she took out her cellphone. Was it to be a day of fortunate circumstances for Ravi like never before in his otherwise ordinary life? But his hopes were diminished within seconds as she had taken it out only to receive her mother’s call. She assured her mother she was safely on her way back and barely a station away and no she didn’t need her ‘good-for-nothing’ brother to come pick her up at the station; though in the end she accepted that she would take a rickshaw. ‘Sibling rivalry’, Ravi thought amusingly; remembering his own little sister back home.

By the time she had finished with the call the train was languidly entering the station she had been intended for. A thought came to Ravi’s mind- should he offer to accompany her to her home or atleast to the rickshaw stand till she gets a rickshaw. Ravi’s own station was still a couple more ahead but he could himself get a rickshaw afterwards or even walk down the remaining 2-3 kilometers. That won’t be an issue. But will that be a bit too bold to ask her? Surely he intended only for her safety at this late hour, but what if she thought otherwise? Who in there days and times are so helpful without any motive? She might take it as an undue offer of assistance or even think that he was making a move. Maybe it was just that tiny bit of his brain that selfishly wanted to extend this amazing journey little longer by accompanying her or the adrenalin which had settled down by now from the door incident that made him hesitant. He heard her say goodbye to him with another one of her mesmerizing smiles; that he wasn’t sure he would get to see any more. A pang of regret set inside Ravi as the metro door started closing behind her. 

Next morning when Ravi woke up he was almost over it, dismissing the incident almost as if it was just a beautiful dream – half remembered, half forgotten. He picked up the newspaper as per his daily morning ritual. As Ravi turned the paper and started reading the little piece at the bottom, a dreadful regret crept inside him, choking him. If only he had been bold enough in the end, if only he had gone with her, if only he hadn’t been so mesmerized by her that he had lost awareness of his surrounding so much so that he failed to notice the three rowdy drunk boys couple of bogeys behind them, he could’ve given her a fighting chance, he could’ve saved her from being just another number in the ever increasing rape statistics of the city, from being yet another candle at the India Gate, from being just a false name without a face – a face that Ravi was all too familiar with, only what was left of her with him with his regret(s).

होली है।


आओ खेलें होली है
इलेक्शन के मौसम में
राजनैतिक रंगो की खुली पोटली है
ऐक फेंके केसरिया तो दुजे ने पलट झाडू चलाई है
भांग में  मलंग पप्पू भी नाचे
लाल, नीला, पीला, हरा मिलके नये रंगो का गठजोड़ बनाये है!
कीचड़  भी खूब उछल रहा,
मीडिया गुब्बारे भरे है,
जनता को कोई मूरख न समझे,
हाथ उसके वोट की पिचकारी है! 

Aao khele holi hai...
Election k mausam me,
Rajnitik rango ki khuli potli hai...
Ek feke kesaria to duje ne palat jhadoo chalai hai ...
Bhang me malang pappu bhi nache tata thaiya,
Lal, nila, pila, hara milke naye rango ka gathjor banaye hai!
Kicchar bhi khub uchal raha,
Media k gubbare bhari hai...
Janta koi murakh na samjhe,
Hath uske vote ki pichkari hai!

Sunday, March 24, 2013

कूड़े के ढेर का पेड़... Kude Ke Dher Ka Ped...


कूड़े के ढेर में खड़ा सूखी टहनियों  से  भरा  वो  एक  पेड़...
मानो  यूँ कोई  ज़िन्दगी तलाशता हुआ मौत की देहलीज़ पर।
देख के लगता है याद करता है वो वक़्त जब पतझर के दिन भी बहार होते थे...
पास उसके एक बाज़ार लगता था, जिसकी चहल-पहल से उसकी शामें खुशहाल  होती थी।।

Kude ki dher me khada sukhi tahnio se bhara wo ek ped...
Mano yun koi zindagi talashta maut ki dehliz par!
Dekh k lagta hai yaad karta hai wo waqt jab patjhar k din bhi bahaar hote the...
Pas uske yun ek bazar lagta tha, jiski chahal-pahal se uski shamein khushhal hoti thi!!

कभी उसकी टहनियों पे बर्तन तो कभी खिलोने लटकते थे,
आज तो खुद की पत्तियों के भी निशां नहीं मिलते!
अब न वो क्रेता रहे न वो विक्रेता, कभी कभी मिल जाता है वो एक बुढ़ा कुड़ेवाला...
मगर उस गरीब के लिए तो है बस कूड़े का ही मोल, बूढ़े पेड़ से क्यूँ बोले वो दो मीठे बोल?
रहते है उस कबाड़खाने में कुछ जानवर...कुत्ते, चूहे, सांप, छछुंदर...
पर वो भी नहीं भटकते उसके आस-पास, मौत की मनहूसियत की गंध आती होगी उन्हें शायद।।

Kabhi uski tahniyon pe bartan to kabhi khilone latakte the,
Aj to khud ki pattion ke bhi nishan nahi milte!
Ab na wo kreta(buyers) rahe na vo vikreta(sellers), 
kabhi kabhi mil jata hai wo ek budha kudewala...
Magar us gareeb k liye to hai bas kude ka hi mol, budhe ped se kiu bole wo do mithe bol?
Rahte hai us kabarkhane me kuch janwar...Kutte, chuhe, sanp, chachundar...
Par wo bhi nahi bhatakte uske aas-pas, maut ki manhusiyat ki gandh ati hogi unhe shayad!!


पर फिर भी आस नहीं मरी है अब तक उसकी, पास ही कहीं लगता है वो बाज़ार अब भी …
वोही चहल-पहल कुछ ऐसे बुलाती है उसे, जवां बसंत की याद दिलाती है उसे!
उम्मीद है उसे फिर उसी रौशनी में डूब जाने की, इन अंधेरो से निकलने की…
इस बसंत ने सूखा ही रखा तो क्या, उम्मीद है उसे आने वाले बारिश के बूंदों की… 
ज़िन्दगी फिर से जीने की!!!

Par fir bhi aas nahi mari hai ab tak uski, pas hi kahi lagta hai wo bazar ab bhi...
Wohi chahal-pahal kuch aise bulati hai use, jawa basant ki yaad dilati hai use!
Ummeed hai use fir usi roshni me dubne jane ki, in andhero se nikalne ki...
Is basant ne sukha hi rakkha to kya, umeed hai use ane wale barish ki bundo ki...
Zindagi fir se jeene ki!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!!!



Thousand wishes..Millions hopes...that's what New Year brings to you...
Like a seasoned politician, it spell-binds you in the web of many unfulfilled promises...
Not just that it makes you its own, with a string of broken resolutions...
New Year is nothing but a lie, a conceived notion called time...
Just like the assurances we give to ourselves and others...

There will be a tomorrow to look forward...
We shout, we scream...we protest on the streets...after-all we are students of 3 monkeys...
Nothing changes..nothing ever will...corruption and lechery has been seeded to our genes ...
We will just celebrate New Years,
A facade to forget that we are failures and villains of our own lives...
Only thing changes is the calender year!!!


Monday, October 8, 2012

আমি নির্দোষ ছিলাম - Aami Nirdosh Chhilam - I was Innocent

Note: Wrote this story long back in school, that was published in a magazine then. Retrieved it now and hence posting the scan copy. Excuse the childish writing....



Thursday, June 14, 2012

I don't...




Don’t take my silence for acceptance,
Don’t take my silence for weakness,
Don’t take my silence for your victory,
I am silent because I stopped caring a long time back,
From this hypocritical world I stand apart.

I know what you will say,
I know all your accusations and brickbats,
I have seen it all and have nothing to say,
I am silent because I stopped caring a long time back,
From this hypocritical world I stand apart.

Your standards may vary but mine don’t,
My whims are my own,
They are not up for your judgment so don’t
I am silent because I stopped caring a long time back,
From this hypocritical world I stand apart.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

मायूस सी ज़िन्दगी का जशन!



शायर तो बहोत आये, चले भी गए...
लिक्खा उन्होंने बहोत खूब, बस हम ही समझ न पाए,
नादानी मे कर बैठे कुछ ऐसी गलती, के पागल भी हमे पागल कहने लगे!


किस्मत ने सूरत-ए-हाल कुछ यूँ बयां किये, के हमारे अलफ़ाज़ भी कम पर गए...
दुनिया ने अनपढ़ कहा, हम भी खामोश रह गए!


चाहतों और नफरतों की उलझने कुछ यूँ उलझी, सुलझाते-सुलझाते ज़िन्दगी ख़त्म हो चली...
क्या खोया, क्या पाया, ये हिसाब फिर भी लगा न सके!


किसी ने कहा मौत से इतना ना दिल लगाओ, जब भी मिलती है दर्द बहोत देती है...
किसीने शायद सुना नहीं ये, कराहते रहे हम ज़िन्दगी भर कैसे!


मय्यत का मेरे इंतज़ार हमे भी है, और उनको भी...
हम ज़िन्दगी से आज़ादी का जशन  मनाएंगे, और उन्हें भी अपने साये से आज़ाद कर जायेंगे!


जशन-ए-आज़ादी का माहोल कुछ यूँ बनायेंगे, मौत भी शरमा जाएगी ये देखकर...
टुकड़ो-टुकड़ो में जो थोड़ी सी ज़िन्दगी कमाई थी हमने, जला दी वो भी आतिशबाज़ियों में!



Roman Script: 

Mayus Si Zindagi Ka Jashn!

Shayar to bahot aye, chale bhi gaye...
Likkha unhone bahot khub, bas hum hi samajh na paye.
Nadani me kar baithe kuch aisi galti, k pagal v hume pagal kahne lage!

Kismat ne surate-e-haal kuch yun bayan kiye, k humare alfaaz bhi kum par gaye...
Duniya ne anpadh kaha, hum bhi khamosh rah gaye!

Chahaton aur nafraton ki uljhane kuch yun uljhi, suljhate-suljhate zindagi khatm ho chali...
Kya khoya, kya paya, ye hisaab fir bhi laga na sake!

Kisi ne kaha maut se itna na dil lagao, jab bhi milti hai dard bahot deti hai...
Kisine shayad suna nahi ye, karahte rahe hum zindagi bhar kaise!

Mayyat ka mere intezaar hume bhi hai, aur unko bhi...
Hum zindagi se aazadi ka jashn manayenge, aur unhe bhi apne saye se azaad kar jayenge!

Jashn-e-aazadi ka mahol kuch yun banayenge, maut bhi sharma jayegi ye dekhkar...
Tukdo-tukdo me jo thodi si zindagi kamayi thi humne, jala di wo bhi aatishbaziyon me!