Aman Ki Asha

दिखई देते हैं दूर तक अब भी साऍ कोइ
मगर बुलाने से वक़्त लॉतऍ ना कोइ

चलो ना फिर से बीचाये दरिया बजाये धोलक
लगाके मेहेंदी सुरीले तप्पे सुनाये कोइ

पतंग उराये छतानो पे चड़ के मुहलै वाले
फलक तो सांझा हैं उस मे पीछे लराऍ कोइ

उतो कब्बद्दी कब्ब्दी खेलेगे सर्हदो पर
जो आये अब के तो लौत कर फिर ना जाये कोइ

नज़र मे रह्ते हो जब तुम नज़र नहीं आते
....ये सुर मिलाते हैं जब तुम इधर नही आते

नज़र मे रह्ते हो जब तुम नज़र नहीं आते

ये सुर मिलाते हैं जब तुम इधर नही आते....

by Gulzar

One of the most beautifully created Lyrics.

The MDH Masala Old Man

In this world of today, where Liberalism(I am talking in terms of Economy, Money) has touched every aspects of your life. To add, Feeling too. The Great Reality Show, disrupting the Society's Norms and Set.

I am not one of those people who believe that the SET NORMS of the SOCIETY shouldn't be broken in any means with the changing time, but there are few, that I would like to keep it the way it is. Marriage, for example, is a sacred ceremony, nothing close to a very light issue. It's a big thing for Anyone, esp, Women. And having it aired with the Stupid & Non-sense Drama of "Rakhi Sawant KA Swayamber"! It disgust me, honestly, and now the squeal "Rahul Mahajan Ka Swayambar". What could get worse than that, though yeah, I Enjoy it! ;). For someone of "Purane Kayalath" but not entirely old for this generation, I would have liked such ceremonies to have been kept the way it was.

Moving away from that and getting closer to the real discussion.

"MDH Masala"

I guess every Indian Household has/have heard or smelled the scent of the spice in their Kitchen. It was just other day, an advertisement of such was Aired on some channel. Just the same set up, what I have been seeing for the last 20 years.

The Old Man with his stick to balance him, his arced back dictating his long lived years, yet full of life and high-spirit. With His overly grown White Beard smiling and promoting his Product with his own Aura.

2 Years back, I was watching his interview when I was shuffling through Channel, I saw him, and I said, "Hey! The MDH man!!" and there I was watching his interview. With a man of his age, without denial, he ain't a man with gorgeous looks(Keeping in Mind that Mr. Bachchan is also Old but he is Good Looking and also George Clooney), he spoke with tint of Shiver in his voice, "I don't need a star to endorse my product. I am a star myself and I believe in my Product".

It really surprises me how the product still maintains to have hold or grip in such a competitive business world! To continue being in every Kitchen, still retaining it's market value(I am not Economics Student, yet, try catching up with me). This old man, Mr. Mahashay Dharama Pal, without the help of Celerities, who have actually taken over every Product, from Watches to Clothes, from Food to Electronics. Hats off to him, he just refuses to parasite on the popularity of any Star to Endorse his Product. Another point which I would like to add here is that He has maintained the "INDIGENOUS ROOTS" to his product, and yet able to also grow the influence of his Product not only in India but abroad too. His products, which stick to the Indian Tradition of Spice making are rather of immense surprise in today's Indian market when, all other product is somehow in a way, like to be tagged with some star and or a bigger name.

An Achievement of such in these times are Truly to be Looked Up to.

Sir! You Rock your own way....

you

You were there, Crying
When You were Supposed to be in the Light
You were there, Begging
When You were Supposed to Give away.

I saw you, behind the Door
Trying hard to hold that nth last Tear
and Howl Silently.
..Your unspoken question to God
Why? He left you with a Broken Heart
Why? He never let you have the Perfect life
That resided like a Parasite in your Mind
Distorting you between Real & Apocrypha world.

and you walked out Silently with a vague Smile
with no one to notice you
You heard the girl say, "Look How Pathetically she is dressed!"
You heard your Guardian whisper, "She is a total waste!"
They watched you march boldly ahead,
When you were weak and afraid inside,
Ready to break down any moment again..

Life has treated you all the wrong way,
They Threw Stones, When You wanted Roses
They Stabbed you, When You wanted a Hug
Breaking every ounce of you

But they never broke the Real you
because they never really got to know the person you are within.
They made you everything that you never wanted to be,
But everything You should be..
..You are more than what Life has thrown at you
Somewhere Between..
The Broken Dreams
The Broken Heart
The Broken Hope
Lies a Brave Heart.
Ready to ride the Bumpy Ride


Because...
I see the Tear in those eyes, but I also see the POWER TO HEAL IN THEM

I miss you

There was camera those days,
Moments & Memories that we could have captured,
But we didn't.

We laughed.
We Smiled.
We Broke the rules.
We Had you scream at your lungs
We even argued with you.

There you went.
With a Smile
leaving behind the prints of you
We now Cry at those funny moment
At those broken rules.
Wishing we could have saved your Shouts.

It was ordinary Teacher-Student Relation.
But there was something Special.
You were more than that.
You shared the big pain with us.
You shared the small Laugh with us.
The WORDS you used
Made me search up the dictionary.

You were more than the title that Principal Seat gave you
You were our Guardian.
You were our Guide.
The hand that held us through our Dark times.
Like the Single Flame of the Candle
You Enlightened us all

and now here we are gathered in your memory
Talking about the moments
Some Whispering a silent cry
Some cursing themselves that they could have not argued
Some regretting the wasted time which could have build into something more beautiful

Oh! How I wish, I could have stored those moment in the Camera.
But then again, the prints of those moments were much better saved in our Heart

It's hard to believe
What we missed in that fraction of second when we blinked
and now with your ashes ready to start it's journey through the river
I forgot to tell you,
You were my Hero and My Mentor....

- Topsy Kamchi

This is in Memory of Mrs. Ramamurthi,
Our Teacher, Guide, Someone who played the role of a mother. Someone who actually listened dedicatedly.

The Little Terrorist

He Sat there hiding,
Under the wall that Broke down
wearing his Best Suit that now was Dusty,
To show off among his friends(In School)

He saw his Father painted in Blood lying feet away from him
Holding his favorite Candy,
He Howled and Cried,
But the noise of Tank was louder to shut him down,

The School that sang him the song of Peace and Love
That showed him Beauty of the world
Preached, "With Love, Every War can be resolved.."
... now Came crashing down,
The Grenade Bursting and Breaking every Brick of it,
That stood on Hope, Love, Peace, Brotherhood

He saw his House Burn Black Smoke,
He saw the man in uniform shoot everyone He knew
His Favorite Best Friend
His Aunt he disliked,
His Enemy Friend...
In the name of terrorism.

He picked the GUN near his fathers body,
He triggered(while he cried)..,
for his Father.
for his Mother with his Baby Sister Inside her.
for his friends whom he wanted to show his Suit.
and for the School.




The sound of Fire, Tank, Bomb slowly faded away....
The bright light suddenly dimmed..
The Angels came to him, "Boy..It's time to go."


They Said,
"A Young Terror Boy Shot down...."
..and they rejoiced
Singing about their Victory over the Terror..

Life Like This

I Belong to The Country side,

Where the Mountain mount rugged, tell me a tale of romantic love

and the trees sings to me a hushed song

the gentle water stream hymn like the soul to the song..

Getting Drunk with rounds of beer in crowded dense bar ,

and all The men and women sing and tap their shoes

to a country song,

..old and beautiful..

Leaving behind the worries of the world on my rocking-chair,

With my Cowboy Hat on,

"Yeah! We Could Ride on my horse too

Run Wild Across the Barn Field

Sensing every Touch of the Sun on my Face

The Scent of the Golden Hunk Of Crop kissed by the sun

ready to Reap"

The Sun sets down

Bringing an end to the Day

He promised me bright Sunshine on it's Soar tomorrow

..So I could go fishing With Tommy

Aye! the Winters Winds are cold

But the Winters' chill is warmth with the smiles of everyone

Hey! I ain't need Cocaine

Hey! I ain't need a Man

...There is Beer for Cocaine

and my Life for Love

I strum on my Guitar Singing to the River

living a laid back life..

A Diwali Wish

..In 20 years of my life, This Diwali Vacation is the most hated one.

My pet is hurt. His broken bones are close to not mend able. I returned home last night to be received by a smile and news that the wall fell on him. I had imagined it in my head that i was slapping my cousin and the cook. But, when checked, I stood still, motionless and with no response and walked towards HIM where he lay. I looked at him. I wish HE could shout and say how badly it is hurting him, but he just watched me and licked and bites my hand. It may sound silly when I am partially crying over this whole scene. To just watch HIM play with me without complaining about his pain. I try to look at his eyes, trying to figure out a way to converse with him..all i see is INNOCENCE.

I am not hating this Diwali because of the Loud and Noise and Polluting scene. Though it true that, I am not bursting crackers. I hate this Diwali because the VET CLINIC are closed. The Vet Doc are not available to check him. Not sparing the embarrassment for myself, I even visited the Doctor for us Human. He laughed and said, "we don't do animals". "FUCK YOU!!!", I shouted in my head. THANK YOU is all i said and left.

Ask me, I seriously have not idea how should I react. My family is considering this as small deal, but to me this A BIG DEAL. Maybe I am reacting to much to it, but considering everything...I love this PET of mine....I am not a DOC nor am I God....and neither are my friends...but I am just hoping a prayer of even 10 seconds would do...I would hate to see him bury without any complain too.......and that is my Diwali wish....