Thursday, November 22, 2012

Feel like Writing Something…....


Words Disappearing,
Feelings Vaporizing,
The over brimming of the Vessel of feelings...!!!!
Feels like it’s with a Wrapping,
Still I, with a heavy Heart,
Feel like writing something…!!!!

I wanna play some music,
Dance to its beats,
Till the World calls me Mad...!!!!
May be I need a head banger,
To kill this painless pain…!!!!
Sitting in this Lifeless Chair,
Feel like writing something…!!!!

Pen rolls down on the Paper,
Turning it White to near Blue,
I’ve at this very moment,
Put out everything....!!!!

But again at the end of last line…!!!!
         Feel like writing something….......!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, August 3, 2012

What kind of wife we really do want...????


Recently, I saw the recently released movie,Cocktail. The plot revolves around a philanderer hero who has to make the tough choice between two hot women. The uber-modern movie was set in London. The characters drank, danced in nightclubs and had one-night stands with aplomb. They worked in new-age aspirational jobs like glamour photography, graphic art and software design. And yet, the guy eventually chooses the girl who cooks home food, dresses conservatively, wins his mother’s approval and is happy to be the ideal Indian wife. In fact, even the rejected girl, a free-spirited, independent woman agrees to change herself. To get the guy, she is happy to cook and change her lifestyle to match that of the ideal Indian wife.

While the movie was fun, such depictions disturb me a little. When successful, strong women are portrayed as finding salvation in making dal and roti for their husbands, one wonders what kind of India we are presenting to our little girls.

Really, is that what a woman’s life is all about — to make hot phulkas? Of course, i shouldn’t be so bothered, many would say. It is a Bollywood movie. The commercial pressure to present a palatable story is real. Above all, the makers have a right to tell the narrative they want.

Yet, when our most modern and forward cinema sinks into regressive territory, it is unfair to our women. It is also depressing because deep down we know such attitudes exist. Many Indian men, even the educated ones, have two distinct profiles of women — the girlfriend material and the wife material. One you party with, the other you take home. The prejudice against non-traditional women who assert themselves is strong.

Let us look at another part of the world. Yahoo, a leading tech firm and a Fortune 500 company, recently hired a new woman CEO, Marissa Mayer. What’s more, she was six months pregnant when she was hired, a fact she did not hide in her interviews.

Marissa will take some time off after childbirth and will be back at work later. She can manage both. There is something to celebrate about that. Marissa is a role model for women and even men.

I’d like Indian men to have an open mind about choosing their life partners and revise their ‘ideal woman’ criteria. Having a traditional wife who cooks, cleans and is submissive might be nice. However, choosing a capable, independent and career-oriented woman can also bring enormous benefits. For instance, one, a man who marries a career woman gets a partner to discuss his own career with. A working woman may be able to relate better to organizational issues than a housewife. A spouse who understands office politics and can give you good advice can be an asset. Two, a working woman diversifies the family income streams. In the era of expensive apartments and frequent lay-offs, a working spouse can help you afford a decent house and feel more secure about finances. Three, a working woman is better exposed to the world. She brings back knowledge and information that can be useful to the family. Whether it’s the latest deals or the best mutual fund to invest in, or even new holiday destinations, a working woman can add to the quality of life. Four, the children of a working woman learn to be more independent and will do better than mollycoddled children. Five, working women often find some fulfillment in their jobs, apart from home. Hence, they may have better life satisfaction, and feel less dependent on the man. This in turn can lead to more harmony. Of course, all these benefits accrue if men are able to keep their massive, fragile egos aside and see women as equals.

Sure, there are drawbacks also in being with working women. But the modern age that we are in, the phulka-making bride may come at a cost of missing out on other qualities. Please bear that in mind before you judge women based on their clothes, interest in the kitchen or the confidence in their voice.

My mother is working as a Government Employee from last 30 years as still she is delivering her best in all the fields from professional to personal. If my wife had spent her life in the kitchen, it would have bothered me more.
Please choose your partner carefully. Don’t just tolerate, but accept and even celebrate our successful women. They take our homes ahead and our country forward. We may have less hotphulkas, but we will have a better nation.

P.S.- Idea taken from somewhere else.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Will not stop loving….


May be the day’s long gone
May be its long to be dawn
But who would
Sit at nights
Peeping the stars alone..??
I’m not definitely up giving,
Will not stop loving…

promise
Promise......
Words coming up at random
I’m now not afraid of outcome
When you with me
Life’s looking hazy
But calm
O please..!!
Stay with me…
For I may fall…
I don’t know you will
Hold back or not…
But at least…
I will again see myself standing…
I promise you sweetheart
Will not stop loving…

Thursday, July 5, 2012

If I Had Only Known....


If I had only known
It was our last walk in the rain
I’d keep you out for hours in the storm
And I would hold your hand
Like a lifeline to my heart
And underneath the thunder we’d be warm
If I had only known
It was our last walk in the rain
If I had only known
I’d never hear your voice again
I’d memorize each thing you ever said
And on those lonely nights
I could think of them once more
And keep your words alive inside my head
If I had only known
I’d never hear your voice again
Come back 
Let me hold you one more time
Let me say goodbye
If I had only known
It was my last night in your arms
I’d pray a miracle would stop the dawn
And by the candle’s glow
I could look into your eyes
And make sure you know
My love for you goes on and on
If I had only known
If I had only known
The love I would’ve shown
If I had only known
If I had only know any of this,
That you were what I was breathing for,
I would have breathed my last for you,
Seen you enough and bid you adieu,
While all I can do now,
Is sit here……
                    And wait……………………

Friday, May 11, 2012

हम तुम…


खुले आकाश में मिले और
उलझ कर रह गये,
उडाने वाले माँझे को कब
खुद चलाने लगे
पता ना लगा,
we
हम तुम…
बेरंग से कब आसमानी रंगों में रंगी
पतंगों में ढल गये
हम तुम…..

समय की बयार उडाती गई
और बहते गये,
और साथ उडते उडते
कब इस जग से और दूर
और ऊपर हो गये
पता ना लगा,
दो दिशाहीन अंजानों से
कब अपने से बन गये
हम तुम…

पर पतंगें ही तो थे,
कभी ना कभी
कटने बिछडने के लिये
ही तो उडे थे…
हवा ने रुख क्या बदला
धुंधले बादलों से नीचे आ गये,
उलझी डोर सुलझी,
और सुलझे हुए रिश्ते
कब उस बेज़ान सी डोर की तरह उलझ गये
पता ना लगा,
अनजान से अपने बने थे
अपनों से फ़िर अनजान बने…
इस मतलबी दुनिया को
बचाते समझाते कब
अनजान भी ना रहे
हम तुम…..

Friday, May 4, 2012

I’m Pissed Off.........


I’m pissed off I say I’m pissed off 
Running around, circling the earth 
Giving all to those who have no worth 
Trying to appease who aren’t trying to agree 
Why I give with everything within 
As they try to put nails in my coffin 
I say, put it down on me, put it down on me 
Because obviously selfish is all that I can be 
Giving myself to all those around me 
So hang me out to die for all those people to see 
Pour all our weight on top of my soul 
Tell me I’m forgiven then turn stone cold 
Yea, make yourself out to be heaven sent 
Because when God comes, won’t be no time to repent 
Boost my ego and set me up to fail 
Keep saying I’m doing right to increase my path to hell 
Wait for me to fall off the mountain you made 
Then when it’s quite, piss on my grave 
I’m a slave to thoughts, opinions, and likes 
Only flying high when bull crap boost my flight 
But don’t mind me at all, I’m just trippen 
Because I’m pissed off, yea I’m pissed off 
Tired of waiting for appreciation 
From a nation of niggas who only love hatin 
We could make it all together if you wanted better 
But success is my best friend failure’s my enemy 
If you don’t believe it 
Just keep watching me achieving. ......

Monday, April 23, 2012

Come to me…


             
A promise I can make
That you shall never be awake alone
When stars go dim
By your window,
Come to me… I’ll hold you tight
And never let you go….

A promise that
promise
Promise............
You'll never see the ground    

N heavenly blues
Would become ‘your’ color
For everyday…
Come to me… for I make you a home
Worth a whole world of promises…

Days and times when
Life outruns you,
A mere thought would
Put forth a bridge
Where I am there to
Leap you out…

A promise that
All the promises will be kept

A promise that
That it’ll be most kept and said
When least needed
Come to me…

For I promise that
Souvenirs of our good memories
Will always be kept deep
And never forgotten...........

Monday, April 16, 2012

जीया ...........



जलता है जीया, जैसे दीया जलता है, 
धुआं बन के ख़ामोशी में हवा हो जाता है, 
कोई ना जान पाता है, 

कोई ना समझ पाता है, 
जलता है जीया, जैसे दीया जलता है, 

कुछ सवाल ऐसे है जिनके जवाबों के लिए तरसता है, 
कुछ यादें ऐसी है जिन्हें, 
भूल नहीं पाता है, 
कोई दर्द ऐसा अन्दर छुपाए रखता है, 
जो कम होता नज़र नहीं आता है, 

इस दौरान कई हसरातों के, कई चाहतों के, 
काफिले गुज़र जाते है, 
कभी अरमान निकलते है, 
कभी उम्मीद लौट आती है, 
पर इस भीड़ में भी, 
कोई ना जान पाता है, 
कोई ना समझ पाता है, 
जलता है जीया, जैसे दीया जलता है, 

खफा होकर, अकेला होकर, 
खलिश के अँधेरे कोने में जाकर बैठ जाता है, 
रोता है, सिस्कियाँ भरता है, 
तो कभी किसी खोये हुए के इंतज़ार में, 
वक़्त को बंजर आँखों से ताकता रहता है, 
कौन जनता है जीया, 
ऐसी वीरानियों में बसता है, 
कौन जनता है, 
जलता है जीया, जैसे दीया जलता है, 

है कुछ राहत अगर उसे, 
तो है वो उजाला जो खुद उस से फैलता है, 
कही जब वो सापनों के लिए निकल पड़ता है, 
तो उजाला राह देखने में मदद करता है, 
है कुछ राहत अगर उसे, 
तो वो छोटी सी ख़ुशी है जो उसे मिलती है, 
के वो भुजा नहीं है, 
और अब तक जल रहा है, 

और यूंही जीया जीता है, 
हर एक लम्हा धड़कता, 
कितनी ख़ुशी और कैसे गम में काटता है, 
कोई ना जान पाता है, 
कोई ना समझ पाता है,
जलता है जीया, जैसे दीया जलता है......!!!!