Thursday, August 7, 2008

This is just about a moment,,, or may be just a few seconds..
Where the moment stopped…
Heart skipped a beat…
Sun refused to rise…
And moon to shine…

When you are in love… world seem to be fragrant.. With new colors…
Filling you up in their warmth….
Every morning it greets you to its new beautiful layers…….
Blissful or blessed… whatever word u wanna use all seem apt…
Eternity..….
Covered in his arms…
Protected in his shell….
Filled with his love…
Or I should say……. He completes me and my world… my life…….
………………………………….
Sometimes he is a critique, sometimes a friend..
Sometimes he scolds me likes a father , sometimes he loves me like mom..
Sometimes he makes me cry……..
But….
Every time makes me smile…
Sometimes he gets angry like a kid, but every time then he loves me like his princess…
…………………………………………
my dreamland….. or with him I m just too too far from the harsh realities of the world…
never felt he will ever go away…
thought I’ll always be enclosed in his arms…
and at that moment….
When I suddenly realized he had to go….
An opportunity or I should say million in one opportunity …..to the same million in one person………
A moment of ecstasy … an aura of joy…
But I was going numb.. was I shivering??
Yes I was…
Streaks of sweat…. Washed my face…..
Drops of water … mixed with tears….sliding from my neck…
I wanted him to hold me, embrace me..and say “I m here”
………………………………………
All this in the interval of the second message….
………………………….
When a beep came…. And it said…..
“I said no”……………………………
was this I wanted to hear??? ………
dunno…………………..
………..was happy though, but sad too…
.
just realized love is not about being together always,,, but the blissfull feeling of togetherness
to stay with us… which stays forever…
Transcending all miles….our eternal love will always be hidden in the smallest yet deepest part of our hearts….

Saturday, July 19, 2008

REMEMBERING MOMENTS
A TRUE SIR JI “FAISAL SIR”

WELL, finally the third sem has begun and we have become seniors ufff….
There is a new fragrance , a new aura in the air.
After a long break everyone’s back with a bang!
Oh! God I really missed every single soul… everyone’s back after their exuberant two and a half months!
Everyone’s a different individual and so I missed their small, yet striking gestures! All the things we did. (Visiting police stations too)
We are an amalgamation of thousands of activities from theatre to dance to debates all in one batch!
Or rather a batch of BRATS! Right Sir?

But,
There is someone who is missing?????
yes ji

A SIR ….
Or no A FRIEND?
A GUIDE?
A MENTOR?A TRUE SUPPORT?OR A BUDDY?

Hmmm ….. he is actually a sir, a teacher, a guiding light, a mentor, a support system, but above all the BESTEST BUDDY!

This is our “Faisal sir”
The only sad plight is that he is not teaching us this year… L
And we never got the opportunity to thank him and show our gratitude towards him!
In the hustle bustle of the tiring college life, sir used to bring a zest in the mundane routine, or I should say his 24*7 sparkling smile.
IT classes were fun filled learning but more than that the support he provided to each one of us….
Anyone can jump up to him with anything , any problem and with all compassion he makes your strive actually vanish.
Failure or successes, it’s so easy to share with him, he will be your greatest support when you succumb to a failure and the most happy for your achievement,
According to an old saying, a mother can feel every pulse and beat of her child…
I would say sir used to feel every pulse and beat of us..
After just coming from a cocoon and shelter of school life, feels too “big” in college but it was only Faisal Sir who pampered us and yes real sense, spoon fed us.
He was there for every thing we faced, the lectures by Kamayani Mam or be it the laughing riot session of Danish Sir, which are just a few to mention!

Although this year God has been a liltle harsh on us , or else we are not fortunate enough to get you as our Prof…..
But still whatever time we had it would the most memorable phase and period of our lives, and we will treasure it forever, and most importantly you reside in each one of us , we might not share things with each other but can burst our hearts in front of you!be it advice, or help or grief or just to feel happy “( sir’s patent he he) we will always bug you!
But deep inside our hearts ,,,,,………
WE MISS YOU SIR
WE OWE A LOT TO YOU…

……………..
From
One of your brats!!!!!
hope to get your comment on this one sir?????? ;-)

Thursday, July 3, 2008

ARE WE "INDIANS?"

The valley is in bloodshed again. A mere issue, of giving 100 acres of forest land to Amarnath board to build facilities for amaranth pilgrims, and see what shape has it taken.

One of the reasons behind the controversy is the government policy of bringing religious bodies under the state's control. The Governor heads the Hindu shrine boards and the chief minister heads the Muslim Wakfs.Now the state is polarized, as the discourse has become an issue of Kashmiris vs non-Kashmiris and Hindus vs. Muslim.Again this religious turmoil is ready to hamper our nation. With the BJP planning to call for a nation wide “bandh” people are getting captivated by this so called “hindu-muslim” issue.

Why do we fail to understand that whether “BJP” or the “PDP” has fomented this trouble with elections in mind!

But, what is all this leading to?
Horrid protests in the state and yet again killing of innocent people.

……………………………………………………………….

Strangely, this is not what I want to write about!
What actually pricked me, was the seen of protesters in the valley with pakistan’s flag and then the array of ‘texts’ which I have received from my “near and dear ones’”
Hindus should stop tolerating all the Haj terminals at air ports and all the subsidies … “but” y do we forget that the shrine itself was found by a “muslim guy” and every year it’s his family the first ONE to visit the shrine!
Moreover, every year one tenth of the total money collected is given to his family! The “workers” of the various parties, their protests and ‘texts’ are tools for their political gimmick.
As individuals we don’t want this, but all OUR political parties and separatists can go up to any limit to deepen this line of divide.
We need to respect each other’s religion and integrity. Why every time do we become mere puppets in the hands of our hard liners?

There are some answers I’ll never get perhaps! Our nation boasts of “unity in diversity” and treasures the various cultures, then why all this havoc in the country?Why still can’t we accept Hindu-Muslim alliances?


Perhaps because for us our religion identity matters to us more than just being “INDIANS” and so we face this every time. A petty issue becomes this grave! It’s so bloody easy for anyone to divide us.
The land transfer faced Initial resistance due to environmental concerns, but see what shape has it taken today?

I think we should stop the practice of the daily “pledge” of our schools!
INDIA IS MY COUNTRY. ALL INDIANS ARE MY BOTHERS AND SISTERS.
Do we actually mean we are INDIANS? Or are we HINDUS, MUSLIMS, CHRISTIANS, SIKHS… AND NOW EVEN “MAHARASHTRIANS”, BENGALI’S, AND KASHMIRI’S????

WISH ONE DAY ALL THE CITIZENS IN OUR NATIONS WILL CALL THEMSELVES “PROUD INDIANS.”


INFORMATION SOURCE- PROF.FAISAL HAQ
(D.U)

Friday, June 13, 2008

My first kiss…..

How can one feel a feeling, when a person is actually numb……..

First things in life are always memorable…
The first breath you take when you are born….
The first smile of a mother after she feels the first pulse of her child….
The first letter you utter…..
The first word you speak…
The first step you take….
The first tear you shed…
The first achievement you make….
The first failure you succumb…
The first compliment you get….
The first flower you get….
The first crush you have…..
And ……..
The first love …….
The first kiss……..

Can you pen it down.....?
Perhaps no,
……………………..
My first love, unexpected … enigmatic… but my most treasured possession…..
And so is my “first kiss”
Don’t know but fingers have stopped writing, as I think I have started missing him…
Missing the moment…. A moment when the world stopped,
When the life stopped its rhythm…..
When my heart lost its beat…
Soul lost its sense of being…..
Eyes had his sight,
Breath had his fragrance,
And lips had his warmth,

My eyes were closed but yet I could see the world…
My world which slowly slowly had reduced to him….
Or oops to thy “kiss”

Although bad at it, I felt the most beautiful feeling,
A feeling of being his, a feeling of being in ‘love’

I think the silence said volumes, which our words also never could explain….

A silence which I think I’ll always long for,

As distance makes me far from him, but this gift of silence which he gave me…
Makes me live that moment, live my life …. With every passing second of the day……

muah.... hope i made you all refresh your memories...
now, wish i have mine toooo........

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

ma....


an immortal part of everyone's life.. ma, mom, mother, ammi.


as said if there is God on earth then he has disguised himself in the form of her.


we call our very own mother land - BHARAT MA , for bearing so much of pain yet smilingly bestowing its children with love. from the ancient mythological days we have seen her as an goddess, a selfless protagonist! playing all her parts without thinking about herself even for a wink.


in the modern times, we saw the concept of "sati" again showing her fore bearance of being "thy mortal."


but as this "mothers day" went by this thought stuck me....


dont treat her as someone great but just treat her as an human who is capable of making mistakes, who is bound to have flaws but yet her love is unconditional for everyone... "ma tughe salaam"

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Allah ka Banda…….

Contd……

“A diary entry”

Finally the dawn has actually transformed to a horizon and I am here to kick start my blog again…….

But, this time everyone will witness a “change”,

No poem, no prose writing. No striving for ‘good word’ or perhaps the so called ‘good with words’ phenomenon just a pen down of feelings..

This time it’s the reincarnation of “my Allah ka Banda” interestingly to a “human existence”

Hopefully at least this should have a direct dil se effect!

So, how does it feel when u burst ur heart out….. ur feelings…ur soul…. Ur emotions….

And the answer u get “areey, you r gd wid words.”

After posting the last blog, I was too elated; perhaps I thought it was the best thing which I could have ever written!

Bt din knew it will be treated just as a good write-up and nothing else….

Y did it fail to showcase my chastity of feelings….?

Hence, here I am bare foot in search of a “mirage” because as per ****** all my blogs are just illusion, so I dun search for an oasis but a mirage!

Reincarnation of ‘thy Banda’ in a human mortal soul, who fortunately forms an immortal part of my life.

Nobody. Can ever imagine., how does it feel to get an ‘unexpected gift?’

He is a human, yet so divine

He is my support, yet so supreme

He is my entity, yet such a distant dream.

This blog is my gift to myself on my “19th b day” and heartfelt thanks to the ALMIGHTY.

I have always been a very chirpy, bubbly, adamant and a fantasy driven person…

And this valentines I was dreaming as everyone else was (a prince riding a white horse…. Uff this srk effect…’baazigar’)

But…. I got a very different dream…

I saw a very bright lightening from the sun and its rays falling deep to the sea, forcing me to close my eyes…and after that flash effect when I opened my eyes I saw an oyster pearl in my hand and the mountains shouted “YOU ARE BLESSED.MY DEAR!”

‘”preserve the blessing”

God gave me a valentine gift. He disguised himself as d pearl for me!

Touchwood,,

And since then my life changed and so did I

But…

I have never been able to thank him, never been able to make him peep into my heart… and make him see the sea which just has his images….

When he knocks the door of my heart… I run with overwhelming joy… ecstasy beyond words.. And craziness beyond mind, to open the gateway …..

But, then y does he feel I didn’t even care to ask “who’s there?”

WHEN I NEVER EVEN SHUT THE DOOR!

I know I have been fortunate as god has given me such a gift …

But, I want to ask the god himself ….

How can I showcase my chastity?

He is supreme …. And I m not….

So I just have, my heart, my beats, my sight, my breath….and above all “my words”..

Which can’t lie and be superficial about something as precious as this….

I adore him….

Hope he understands….. and I don’t ever lose him

I want to preserve him forever …….

It’s my most beautiful dream and so, god grant me this wish on b day that…..

U will never part yourself away from me….

May be I m not worth such a wish….

But I’ll surely make it worth….

Trust me!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Allah ka Banda

“Lips tremble, hands flicker
Eyes drop a pearl which dies at the flash of a smile…….
With the advent of a new fragrance in the garden of my life,
A new color, a new zest, a new zing ends my strive!!
Walking with the sky as it was past mid night…..
A silver lining dazzled and bestowed an angelic light.
A sparkling enwrapped the universe tight.
And I asked my heart “is everything right?”

God smiled in his abode,
Shinning with the stars, I landed on some other road.
Smirked on myself…..
As the first drop of rain touched me,
Eyes were wet, as someone held my hand!
Walking past cocoon to that barren land!!

Not realizing, I am not alone, not even stranded…..
My god disguised himself, kissed me and applauded…
He resides in my soul and I can see from my sight
Nobody can see him, as he is busy saving from thy plight!

The world is running their race!
Ignoring where is their solace?
When devastated in this desert
In search of roses in this beautiful field
In fighting anguish
Being erect and not sluggish.

There is an “Allah ka Banda”
Who enwraps you in his warmth
Smiles with you for the first grain of the draught!
Like a stepping stone taking you away from failures.
Gifting him to you, you forget him with all leisure’s!!
I found him like a priceless treasure
And I now my soul will preserve him without any measure
Because,
Everybody is not so fortunate…..
To be touched him
Who is my “Allah ka Banda”