Love is eternal…

Mitaali: Jaan, mujhe ice-cream khani hai.
Naksh: Uffho, itni mushkil se ghar walon se chhup-chhupa ke humein ek doosre ke liye yahan park me thoda sa waqt milta hai, kuch pyaar bhari baatein karne ka, aur tum ko ice-cream ki padi hai.
Mitaali: haan, usse aur pyaar badhta hai na isliye.
Naksh: wo kaise?
Mitaali: Tum jab ice-cream khate ho na, to tumhari naak pe lag jati hai, fir main use pochhne ke bahane dhire dhire tumhare aur pas aake baith jati hun.
Naksh: Aur tabhi wo sec-23 wali bhi to humein dekh ke muskurate hue jati hai na?
Mitaali: Haan haan jao use hi dekh lo, fir kehte ho mere paas time nahi hota.
Naksh: Are nahi pagli, dekhta to main teri jalan hun us waqt, aisa lagta hai, rabb ne sirf ise hi banaya hai mere liye .
Mitaali: chalo chhodo ab, tang kar ke fir patana to koi tumse seekhe.
Naksh: Tum meri dua, mera khwab ho jaaneman. Ab to pyaar shabd bhi kam padega wo jatane ko jo main tumse karta hun.
Mitaali: Aur tum sirf mere . Kaash ki har din har pal sham ke in kuch ghanto ki tarah hote, hum yunhi khuli hawa me haath me haath dale, bas ek dusre ko dekhte aur…
Naksh: Kya hua? Ruk kyun gai, bolo na…
Mitaali: Aur ice-cream khate 
Naksh: Tum bhi na, are sardi lag jaegi, itni badi ho gai ho tab bhi bachchon jaisi zidd karti ho.
Mitaali: Sardi lagegi tumko, main to abhi jawan hun…
Tabhi park me khel rahe 2 bachche unke paas aate hain, ladka yahi koi 10 saal ka hoga, ladki 15 saal ki.
Bachche kamar pe hath rakhe, ek saath bole:

Dadu, Dadi aap dono fir se ice-cream ke liye lad re ho??

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My first dream…

Will Smith has justified via his movie that happiness is the only thing in universe that has to be pursued. Oh gentlemen, I agree with you. And happiness is in fulfilling those dreams that do not make you fall asleep. Around 15years back when I was a little kiddo of standard 1st(stop guessing my age..), a very notorious one though(this word suits me even now ), standing in the 4th position in 2nd column of 1B, in the morning assembly, I did not realize what was actually going on the stage. It was a convent school, and all I could understand was that some didi and bhaiya were being praised, teachers were giving them colorful large cloth pieces in iron rods with our school’s name and logo, making them wear a cloth piece like mum’s wear dupatta while cooking, written Head Girl, Head Boy etc. on it. That was the moment I inspired in my mind, someday I will also stand there.
Days passed, and I changed various schools in higher classes. Finally, I joined DPS in 10th. I was a fresher and new to school and hardly people knew me there. Then when I got promoted to 11th, there were to be held the council member selections, with all sorts of interviews and all. Since I was a new student, teachers and sports department, every one preferred the old students they were familiar to, and alas! I got rejected in the very first round of interview  .
Was being upset enough to convince me for letting down a dream that I used to bestow in me since last 10years? Actually no….
I ran to my class teacher’s room, she adored me for every work of mine, and did trust me for various works of class, I won’t disclose here. She heard all what I went through and encouraged me to directly go to principal’s office. I did the same and went along with a then good friend of mine. She was a kind lady, and patiently heard my plea and my desire to serve as the HEAD GIRL. She took my interview, my friend too added about making me the head girl, my goody goody traits (friends are friends always ) and we were asked to wait for results. After 2 days, somebody shouted results were declared and ABC was the head girl.
2nd shatter to my same dream, uufffff. Do you want to know how I then convinced myself?
Aahhh, I again went to princi’s office without even bothering what would I say there. I said, actually nothing, she smiled and said it was not yet decided, the teachers panel will have a meeting with her and then only all the council members will be decided. Oh god, she was the princi, T-H-E Princi, must be aware of rumors students create after all.
It was 11 august, 2007, last period chemistry, of my class teacher, she came and said congrats, we have the head girl and some more eminent council members from our class, Namrata you are the Head Girl. Even now when I’m jotting it down I am having mam’s words clear in my ears.
I asked her thrice, are you sure, did you say my name only and at last she burst out in laughter seeing my surprise or shock, whatever it was.
15th august 2007 was the investiture ceremony, and today I was standing on the stage holding that colorful large cloth piece in iron rod with my school’s name and logo (the school flag), wearing the mommy dupatta style sash actually, that had written on it HEAD GIRL, and a light blue badge on left side of my shirt inscribed HEAD GIRL on it.
Moreover there was something that made me feel even more confident and that was mesmerized pride in my papa and di’s eyes that was for their child who among the 6 chief posts appointed, was the only girl standing right in the front row.

“Don’t preach me, it’s my LIFE….”

My life is what I make of it. Yes, I am a 21 year grown-up, educated and truly my life is actually what I make of it. I know how to deal with it, I know how to take it in stride, then why do others have to interfere?
Every day, starting from dawn to dusk, following the daily schedule I am asked to do things whether good or bad, whether kind or unkind to me. Getup early in the morning, make your bed, eat like this, sit nicely, don’t watch television, wear your slippers, read editorial, don’t go out, why are you sleeping right now, don’t waste time reading novels or playing computer/cellphone games, do this, do that, don’t do this, don’t do that bla bla bla…
Oh God! Why in the hell don’t they realize, that ‘men differ’, their ideas, their way of thinking differ. Ofcourse, I took birth in some other time than yours then how can I have your traits??
I being a mature person, can think of my good my bad. I don’t say people around me lead me to a wrong path, but their constant criticism, forcing me to do what they feel is better would certainly harm not only my way of thinking but also my respect for them.
I precisely appeal to let me have freedom to express my self being. If I turn to be wrong then I would buck up and move on keeping in mind what I did can be harmful to me. Moreover, at least I won’t be having a reason to blame somebody else for anything.
Instead of waking me up early, preaching those everlasting words- early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise, why don’t they realize that I was comfortable working late at night and I need to rest in the morning.
My life is precious for me. I know I have to live it well. I don’t say that I am always correct, but on all the times I am wrong I have my conscious saying not to repeat it.
Then why do people have to be something, I guess, like a lawn-mower? And gosh their everlasting sick lectures that are less preaching and more demotivating (annoying too).
I would at least get a chance to have empiricism upon dark shades of life because I know life would never take a second turn. A single life to live is all what I have, so why to waste it. Money or material wealth never attract me, I just want to live my life differently, the way I wish to. So that when after 10years or so I look back, at least I won’t be having regrets.
Now instead of preaching, trust what I do, and be a strength to me rather than weakness.
Don’t preach me, because IT’S MY LIFE……………….

Something from my old writings….

Meri har lafz me uska naam aata hai,
Kaise bataun use kaisa naata hai,
Haule-haule se khwab me aata hai,
Adhron pe adhar bhiga, saari raat jagata hai,
Fir chori se, chupke se
Gamon ko mera pata bata, jane kahan kho jata hai,
Kaise bataun kitna tadpata hai,
Khuda gawah,
Wo bahut yaad aata hai,
Wo bahut yaad aata hai……

Jisko maanga apni duaon me, usi ko paa na sake!

Uski adaaon ne magroor aise kiya,
Ki wo kehte rahe, hum sunte rahe,
Uski nigahon ne mashgool aise kiya,
Ki wo muskurate rahe, hum khote rahe,
Khuda ki dua thi ya saza, jo uske kayal hum hue,
Ab to khuda bhi ro pada, ki jis kadar ghayal hum hue
Mat pucho ae muqaddar,
Ki kis tarah toote the hum,
Jab usne thaam ke humein todi thi saansein,
Ki rooh jati rahi, aur ashq chhalakte rahe.
Khata kya thi mere junoon ki,
Ki jisko maanga apni duaon me, usi ko paa na sake,
Ki jisko pooja apni zafaon me, usi ke ho na sake,
Kaise jeeyein is dard me ab,
Ki zarre-zarre me uski aahataein hain,
Jism ke katre kiye ja rahe hain,
Hai jitni gehri meri mohabbat,
ye rang bhi utne gehre hue jaa rahe hain ,
uski chahat me aise hum bikhre hain,
ki humari tasveer pe aaj phool hi phool chadhhe hain….

Are you passionate??

Passion, in dictionaries would say is the zeal, vigor, fervor, enthusiasm, to dream what you desire and to achieve what you dream.

In simple language, it’s a craze that gives you a blood-warming reason to live for. Passion can be of anything, about becoming a pop star, about going to an esteemed institute, about your lover, about cars and bikes, anything. But are you actually passionate about your passion all the time???

Often when we get introduced to something mesmerizing, mortal or immortal, we bestow within us a strong desire to make it one’s own, isn’t it?? We try every hit to achieve it; we admire it, adore it, and God knows what all we do out of our passion for the particular. Then gradually comes time, when situations converge towards discrepancies and we tend to lose hope.

Testing times are just God’s ways to know again and again what we want, not because he forgets our dreams, but to check for our passion towards our desire.

I just want to say, never ever try to lose your hopes, and because dreams can never die, only thing that would be left after you lose your hope would be yearning that would in various irresistible ways torment you. So it is better to always be optimistic, even when everything is adverse, just be patient, convince yourself by gearing up the passion for your dreams every time saying “I will, I can and God will have to acquiesce with me” , and mind it never ever lose your temperament, then even time cannot restrain you from achieving whatever you have been passionate for.

Have a worthy life, it’s just one and should not be flushed in either way. Be passionate!