Thursday, February 5, 2009

Drama queen..


Knowing everything, yet being so much unknown
Till what extent can a life continue like this
When there’s no will to live any more
When all the teachings taught by age become’s useless, worthless
When the imaginary strength of money blinds the truth
What is the limit of going on living without liking anything at all
No change, no newness, no interest of being alive
All capabilities burnt long while back in ashes
Everything vague, everything worthless
Yet the wickedness surviving the evil mind
Power of falsity overpowering the power of eternity
Lost by the limbs, by the brain, by all the senses
Yet the pride of money drifting along the unreal self esteem
Beating, thrashing, raging at all times without the strength to face the response
Without ever realizing the actual real self, n real capabilities
Till when can we be the spectators of Gods play
Give us strength oh Lord! Save us from dismay.

AHEM

Itna bhi na badh jana mere ahem
Ki mai khud ko bhi na pehchan pau
Jin ke sahare ke bina na guzarti ho zindagi apni
Unhi ko ek din thokar pahuchau

Itna bhi na badh jana
Ki aakho par siwae andhere ke kuchh mehsoos na ho
Ki dard hota ho jab kisi jigar ke tukde ko
Tab bhi ye dil mayus na ho

Mujhe mat duba dena ahem ke samandar me
Mai nahi chahta paiso ki chamak me khona
Nahi chahiye mujhe makhmali kafan
Mujhe de dena meri banjar dharti ka ek asmani kona

Kis kaam ka hai wo ahem
Jo swabhiman ko ghamand ke age girvi rakh de
Jo aatm-samman ko duniya ki chaka-chaund se kuchal de
Jo jeevan ko bhi be-imani me badal de

Reh lene do mujhe gareeb agar ahem hai ameeri
Beh lene do mujhe,bhale kitni bhi ho sachchai gehri
Kabhi to mai bhi tar jaunga
Kabhi to is andhi daud se ubhar paunga
Mat quredo un zakhmo ko jo kabhi bhar nahi sakte
Mat mehsus hone do unka wajood, mat yaad karo adhoore vade
Jo kabhi tha hi nahi, uski shikayat hi kya ho
Mit jane do, ghul jane do, beh jane do, wo rishte jo panap nahi sakte

Changing mind..

can you give a blind, his vision
can you give a deaf, his sense to listen
can you make a lame walk on his feet
can you make a dumb able to speak
n what even if you try
even if you brighten up the light for a blinds eye
what would he see in this world of hatred n jealousy
would he love the expressions on every face - of fear, discomfort n insanity
would he like to read those dreadful articles on affects of humanity
he’d be better off being blind
at least he would have one less sense to see the plagues of mankind
n what would a deaf listen to if given a chance
those howling ministers n their forever treacherous stance
or those abuses n vilifications used by our own brothers
divided by some supremo who has replaced God with his ownself
at least a deaf is better than a pitiful common man
who listens n gradually adapts to being a part of the distrustful plan
everyone here gets what he actually deserves
those who are deaf dumb or blind
at least are better than half of the mankind
n above all of this
who are you to attain such powers to heal these crisis
who are you to even think of helping
when you cant even improve your own living
you always want to see a change
but you keep your own self out of the range
no one can make others perfect
if you really wana start, start by your own resurrect

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

a disturbing thought


how can one find love again
once been in a relationship
can any new relationship replace it
can any present moment erase the past imprints
what happens when you feel discomfort
for not being in the relationship you always starved for
for comparing every new relationship on the base of past betrayals
once committed, how can the bond just vaporise
its like, whom to believe -
- a person who admits one lies
-or a person who admits one doesnt lie
-when you actually want to get away with lies
is it so easy to forget n not to regret
is it so wise to play for such a bet

Friday, January 30, 2009

death of dreamz..

i have seen my dreams die
i have seen the moments fly
when all that could have been true
washes off to something i never wanted to
when every calm breath
burns catching fire
when every peaceful thought
turns to an irresistible ire
when each drop of tear
causes irreparable deep sear
i look down to those days
when everyone seemed to be in a good phase
when harmony n happiness echoed
when life was a blessed abode
let this silence sink in for a while
let me observe n accept this time, n its guile
with every moment gone by
i wail silently for my dreams, to see them die
ye kahani hai ek phool ki. ek phool jo jab khila tha, to sab uske diwane ho gaye the. jaise ki sara sansar khilkhila utha ho. uska chehra jo bhi dekh leta, wo parmatm prapt kar leta. aisi shanti, aisa chaitanya, jo har kisi ko behla de. andhere me,jab use koi dekh na paye, us waqt bhi wo apni khushboo se poora vatavaran pavitra banata rehta. kitne hi bhavre, kitni hi titliyo ko apne pyar ke rang me daal deta tha.
ek din ek maali aya, aur us phool ko todne laga. us phool ko bahot dard hua, khoob roya, par maali ne kaha, wo use ek aur achhi jagah laga dega, jaha wo phool apne aapko Bhagwanji ke charno me paega. phool ne haste haste sare dukh seh liye. use maali ne Bhagwan ki moorti ke samne laga diya. thode din beet gaye. Bhagwanji ne us phool ko apaar, aseemit pyar diya, aur pavitra bana diya. Par wo phool, galti se, us patthar ko hi Bhagwan samajhne laga. Bhagwan ne use bahot samjhaya, har tarah se use dikhane ki koshish ki, ki jis patthar ko wo Bhagwan samajh raha hai, wo sirf ke sansarik vastu hai, Bhagwan to sarvyapi, sarvagya hain. wo is "physical" boundation se bahot upar hain. par ye baat phool ko samajh me aane me der ho gayi. us phool ko Bhagwan ke charno se hata diya gaya. ab uski jagah ek chattaan pe nishchit ho gayi. phool ne phirse apni jade basa li. phir se wo hara bhara ho gaya. par dheere dheere phool ko chattan se sneh hone laga. wo ye samajhne laga ki chattaan hi Bhagwan hai. itna taqatwar hai chattaan, ki koi use hara nahi sakta, koi use mita nahi sakta. use kya pata tha, ki is chattan se pyar karne ki saza me wo ek din, isi ke neeche dab ke mar jaega. ek din jab toofan aya, chattaan ke neeche ki zameen hil gayi. aur chattaan palat gayi. phool uske neeche dab ke mar gaya. apni antim saans tak jisko usne apna Bhagwan samjha, usne khud hi us phool ko maar diya.

A discussion about love

What is love?
• The first n foremost thing that comes to mind is, love is a feeling of being without expectations. A true love means giving without expectations. At the same time, if a doctor loves his profession, it doesn’t mean that he should not charge his patients for the operation or consultation. If he loves his profession, his first intention should not be money. If he gets money in turn of his services, then its right. He deserves it. Same goes for every situation. First intention of love should not be expectations. It should be just giving love.
• Loving does not happen by flowing into emotions. If a person loves, due to the fact that emotions control him/her, then its not actually love.
• Love never demands. it is more of acceptance in totality rather than demanding or changing.
• If its really love, then each moment, one feels developed n improved. Theres a kind of motivation to do something in life. Theres an encouragement to move on the right path in life. In love, one feels eternally strong. Theres no deterioration of any form.
• Love brings along playfulness. In love we tend to work more, we tend to innovate more, we tend to be creative
• if a situation comes, in which we need a change in someone, or in circumstances, we should not try to change it personally. We should pray to God for that change. In this process,meditation n courses like REIKI or pranik healing play an important role.
• It should be noted that our behavior, is in turn result of our prarabdh. We get those kind of situations, those kind of circumstances, which could lead to some event, which is a result of our prarabdh.
• Theres only one thing which can make everything right. This is the bhakti sutra.
• Anything which attracts at first is a form of depreciation. So to say, love if caused by attraction, then it wont last long. Anything which is formed by attraction never lasts long. For eg- this world. Every worldly thing attracts. But never lasts.
• when we think of different forms of love, we should understand that all these forms of love when combined together, when taken as a whole, would then be equivalent to how much the Almighty loves us.

Now apart from all these points we should understand that if we give our love undoubtedly, unboundedly, without expectations, to all of our relationships, in every way (meaning to say, to our parents, to our relatives, to our friends, to our special someone etc etc) then all the people involved would dissolve, n in the end, we would be able to understand, that in all these different forms, there was only one who was giving love to us, which is Almighty God. Its like, if we put together droplets of water, steam, ice n normal water, then we would see, that in the end, everything dissolves, only water remains, which in turn evaporates into air.Same ways all our relationships in the end dissolve into one Almighty.To understand this only, in olden ages people use to send their wards to gurukul, where all this kind of teachings were taught n a child was made ready to face the world, after understanding the basic concepts. Keeping all that apart, n talking in practical terms, one can easily understand that any relationship which breaks the natural flow of thoughts, which breaks the concentration from our lives to other things, actually depreciates our capabilities. N hence actually deteriorates our identities. This ways we are not only hurting ourselves, but also the Almighty who created us for some reason.
Maya is considered to be maha thagni. The reason is, as we know, there are three kind of character traits – rajogun, tamogun n satogun. While in rajogun, one is attracted towards maya due to “ichha” or “alasya” or expectations. While in tamogun, one is attracted due to bad habbits n addictions. N while in satogun, one is attracted due to the feeling of over confidence, or pride, or ahem. So however a person be, maya is always eligible to encapsulate one in its attractions.
“Seedhi baat hamesha seedhi baat hoti hai”. Theres no if n but in it. Theres no complexity in it. For eg- if your stomach is upset, it wont digest anything. Its clear n loud. Theres no if n but. This is how the creation of God is. Clear n transparent. Theres no complexity. It is how it is. N love is the same thing. Clear. Transparent. That is what its pure form is. Nothing hidden. Wherever anything hidden comes in, that means its not anymore pure.
This attraction towards depreciating things is ahenkar. Pride. When this feeling comes in love looses its purity. Also here one thing should be noted, that any pure n true relationship, is always true. There never comes any point of doubt, or complex situations. N if any relationship isn’t this way, then its never true. Its said, whats right is always right. Whats not, never was. This can only come when our belief in the Almighty is head strong. Any kind of psycho weakness, or depression is the result of lack of concentration, lack of understanding, n lack of satsang towards God. Satsang doesn’t only means reading some holy book. Satsang means walking on the path of truth, doing positive n good things, by which many are benefitted. Satsang means being in a company of good n true hearted people.
We always blame God for whatever is happening with us. We say God doesn’t do things for us. We just have to understand, that God has done everything for us. Its now our turn to do things for us. He has given us everything that we need for our self betterment. The thing is we just have to realize n work for our own betterment. But we still wait for God to do something for us.
Coming back to love, the only thing we should understand is, truth would always be truth, even if we don’t want it to be. A true relationship would always remain a true relationship, even if we don’t want it to be. True love never ends. If it ends, it never was true.

My trip to Bombay

I know that this article doesn’t relate to anyone. N I don’t even care what anyone has to say about it. I just wana write.
To be a bit extra adventurous, this time I planned my trip to the airport by public conveyance. This would mean going to Dhaula Kuan by bus, n then finding our conveyance from there to the airport. The best thing was, there were many things unknown. Like, for example, I had never seen Dhaula Kuan, n I didn’t know where to get down. Then, I didn’t have my printed itenary. I had to print it from the airport itself. Then, I didn’t have the card by which I booked my ticket. The rules n regulations said, I need to show it at the time of check in. Keeping all the unknown possibilities, we (my laptop bag, my hand bag n me) started on our journey.
I was finding it very interesting in the mean time to work on the documentary in Samyak. I had many future engagements coming up, many interesting new assignments already lined up for me. But then, God had plans for me to come to Mumbai.
My bus journey was very normalish. Nothing too new. Luckily I got down at Dhaula Kuan where my search for an auto started. After much bargaining I found one for 60 bucks till the airport. As we started, the driver started talking about why he should take 60, n not 40. Gradually while talking I came to know more about him. He was an 86 year old man, driving an auto since 1966. It made me feel, hes been driving auto even since I wasn’t born. What a long journey. I was really impressed by his smile. We were discussing the Indian system, n that there’s no positivity anywhere in the system, n yet he was looking so happy, so joyous. His teeth (original ones) showed no signs of tobacco or pan masala. N they seemed hard ones, though had gaps now. Whenever he used to smile, his tongue used to come out. When I got down, I just had a feeling to touch his feet, coz he was just like my own dadaji.
Then started my journey to Mumbai.
As soon as I entered the flight, there was such a beautiful hostess saying hello, I really lost my heart. I wished I was a bit more elder, n settled professionally..coz otherwise, I was just eligible to be her young friend. hehe..
Just after the flight got stable in the air, one of our co passengers, sitting in just the adjacent row fainted. As expected, the same hostess attended to him. She did her job well, as did the other crew members. After all they are all trained. But, lucky me, that I even got to see her emotional n caring side of character. She was also one of the “beautiful minds”. “Beautiful Mind” is the term I give to some people, who have extra ordinarily positive vibes. N not many have got that term by me. People like my Mom, my Mausi, Sanchita, Eshan, Shwahzeh, Nikki…n a few more may be, have got this compliment from me. I am very KANJOOS in spending this treasure of mine. Hehe.
Anyways, after thinking a lot, I thought I should at least give her some token of appreciation. I didn’t have a paper n pen. So I tore out the vomit bag, made a card of it, on top of which was made a smiley, n written thanks, n inside was a short n sweet poem. I don’t know whether she too appreciated it or not. When I was de-boarding, I walked out last, so that I could give her that token. But then, that stewart came in between. So pointing towards that hostess I handed that card to him, n said –“thanks, that’s for u”. They too replied as “thanks”. N I moved down.
On that card I wrote –
“I am not a flirt, not a forward kinda guy, n I am not witty
I justttttttttt want to appreciate, you are really pretty.
Aint I naughty?
Hehe.
ALL THE BEST.
Regards,
Seat 19 A
Del – Bom
Jet lite
22/01/09.”

If only

if I die, what would I miss
I wud miss my Mom
She has me as the reason to live
She has her dreams in me
N not just like any other parent
She believes in me more than that
She harvest in me, the courage to live
She made me realize what life is
I see her as an epitome of love
As an ocean of true n eternal feelings
I wud miss my Dad
Who stood by me when I faltered
Who never said it in words, but loves me the most
Who saw his dreams in me
Who saw my childhood as his own lost childhood
Who sacrifices every little thing, so that I can enjoy life more
Who always wants to be my best friend, yet never finds courage to talk
In whom I see my greatest supporter
I wud miss my Baba Dadi
Who always consider me their own son
Who want me to get to the top position in life
Who includes me in prayers, even when I don’t respond
I wud miss my mausi n mausaji
Who taught me innumerable values in life
Who gave me rights of their own son
Who are spreading the message of oneness
Who have actually shown me the path to God
I wud miss my love, Sanchita
I wud miss the time that I spent with her
I wud miss the weirdest of things which we did
All the adventure, all the innovations we had
I wud miss the moments, when I was closest to my own self
She baught out the best in me
She made me become a man
I wud miss my life
Where I did so many mistakes knowingly
Where I faltered, but enjoyed faltering
Where my eyes cud see the world thru human eyes
I wud miss being a human..

Monday, January 19, 2009



yet again one is a nobody
living just to live
eating just to survive
moving on to a no mans custody

breathing heavily
tired of walking
there is a road leading to somewhere
not anywhere that one knows

the newness of things
the unfamiliar yet known atmosphere
the kind sympathetic unwanted response
n the irritating sweetness

theres a lot to learn
on this way one has to tread
being silent n calm
even when the waters roar to submerge everything existing..

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Maze maze me

Jab chale ham apni raah chunne
Tab pata nahi tha aisa bhi hoga
Badalte badalte zindagi ko
Badal gaye ham khud
Bas yu hi maze maze me

Socha tha ye karenge
Chaaha tha wo karenge
Par karne chale jab aakhri faisla
Faisle ne hame hi badal diya
Bas yu hi maze maze me

Aaj jab ham pahuche is maqam par
Nazar padi khwabo ki dukan par
Jab apna hi khwab bikta hua dikha
Kashm-kash manate reh gaye
Bas yu hi maze maze me

Haste hue,muskurate hue
Kadam pe kadam badhate hue
yu hi leh-lahate hue
Roz ek nayi zindagi jeete hain
Bas yu hi maze maze me

Jab wo aye
To kehna use
Ab hamne jeena seekh liya hai
Jeet lenge ham haar ko bhi
Bas yu hi maze maze me

Dekh le ab zamana bhi
Aata hai hame afsana banana bhi
Do patthar ki moorti toot gayi to kya
Ham mitti se paida kar denge nageena
Bas yu hi maze maze me

Thursday, January 15, 2009


something is tied on my eyes
my vision has dissolved in darkness
n my inner grumbles have deafened me
impairing me to get any cues around
my palms are madly grasping on the air
as if trying to cage it inside the fingers
trying to feel that warmth which they felt before
craving for that feeling of sweat when they rubbed
against hers
but that light is no more there
that feeling has turned cold
calmness turned to bitterness
n the path to eternity not anymore smooth
there are ditches now
n some spikes laid too
my bare feet fears to walk
my naked rough dried skin trembling of cold
n yet there are ages left
i have to go on
to fulfill the promise i made
when i started this journey in "a womb"

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

13th january 2005

My exams were still on. N i couldnt forget her innocense n chirpiness that i felt in her on the new year, which i spent with her in rishikesh, when we first met. I missed her, n wanted to get in touch with her. I saw her a few days back at home. She came for some accupressure. I knew that she wasnt well. N wasnt sure whether she would come on the Lohri celebrations or not. But just when i stepped down, i saw her, n nearly drowsed in her looks. She looked so beautiful in that pink suit n punjabi jooti. I always used to like people in salwar suits. Theres a different kind of attachment i have with salwar suits, as my mom always wore the same. I know its funny, but then, thats what i am no.
We had a great time at the party. I was in full mood. Pulling leg, some bad PJs, lots n lots of dance etc etc. It was one of the best days of celebrations ive ever had.
I had written a mail to her, just portraying my feelings to her, of becoming good friends. But havent got any reply lately. So i asked while leaving, "did u check ur mail?" . My heart beat actually skipped, to be so bold n blunt first time, eagerly waiting for her reply. I still remember how she took care of the situation, n asked me, "is there anything u wana discuss?". I just shied away. N she as usual said, " its ok, whenever u feel like, i am there to share". I guess this was the thing which made me even more eager to talk to her, to get close to her, to know her more better.
I knew somehow that she would go online for sure to check my mail. Just after returning home, i sat to surf. N yes, as expected, she was there. Finally, we met online, first time. The chat started normally. A bit of leg pulling, some talks about choices n life, n some discussions about spiritual beliefs. We somehow knew, that we are different. In the mean time, Eshan, continously sat beside me, watching keenly, n waiting for something to happen. Gradually time ticked on. Around 3.30, i finally gathered up courage, to let her know that i had some special feelings for her. But just when i started, she took over the lead, n went on with something more pure than what even i was thinking. She names our relationship as AGAPE. I still remember that moment. It actually felt like im flying in heaven. I felt so cold, yet so warm. It was just an extra ordinary feeling. I knew, i love her.
I told her the song which was going on in my mind. "Socha nahi, achha bura, dekha suna, kuchh bhi nahi, Maanga khuda se raat din, tere siwa, kuchh bhi nahi..". What a beautiful moment it was.
Then we decided, that we would develop our relationship. We decided to tell our parents, the first thing. So, before mausi could wake up in the morning, i was standing beside her bed. It was obvious not to sleep the whole night, waiting for the first rays of the sun, to finally make it official. I still remember how madly i trembled due to fear, as well as cold, when i was about to tell mausi, what i have done. As expected, mausi was elated to hear the news. The first thing that she told was, develop this relationship now that u have time. Make this bond stronger.
What a night it was. I still remember n cherish.
Though the circumstances are now not the same. Still there are some burnt images, which still remains. I still hum the song "socha nahi, achha bura..."..
still that feeling, of cold n fear, resides in me. Still, every line that i wrote, every feeling that i experienced is there intact inside me. Still, AGAPE remains untampered.
N still, God is watching us, n guiding us, through the right ways of life.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Life..

I have lived my life. Even if it was a dream, ive loved. Ive given my best to my love. I have loved to the most. Even if I failed, I have fulfilled my dream. It was the best part of my life, even if people say that I was crazy. I feel I am crazy now, not then. Being in love, is a different feeling. A feeling when I can share everything with someone. When every moment, I can feel that presence of someone who is actually backing me, supporting me, n driving me. I have felt that unboundedness. That freedom. I have felt that “passion”, that “intense purity” which is unimaginable. I have lived my real life in my love. N no matter what, im happy now. I have loved.

Monday, January 12, 2009


so what do i do now
my eyes dont seem to get back to normal
the wetness lingers on
my hurt dont seem to heal
the heart still beats though
what do i do
to overcome these pinching memories
these unstoppable thoughts
which overcrowds my mind
i see u in people
i feel u in places
i hear u in songs
n yet, i cant tell you what i feel
i cant make all those wrongs to right again
what do i do
what do i do of those millions of words unsaid
of those unattended observations
of those un-sensed feelings
that i could never portray to you
what do i do of this restless pain
which keeps on resurfacing again n again
having one last wish
to tell you what i am
in the end..
nothing matters..nobody cares
life just moves on..

Saturday, January 10, 2009

importance..

In my life right now, there are things i am sad about. There are things, which are incomplete n making me restless. I am yearning for certain expectations which are unfulfilled. N this is what causes the importance of certain things in life. As we would move on, we would realize, that those things which hold importance to me now, wouldnt hold importance to me later. Those things for which i am getting so stressed, so low, so restless, are actually not going to be there in a matter of moments. Then why do we give importance to these things. Then why do we create so much hype n ballyhoo. If we think of this, before we get affected by a problem, or caught in web of vicious expectations, we can actually live our lives to a much higher level of satisfaction n joyfulness.
So now to conclude, an insight that i got is :
Lets not give importance to certain things. Lets just live life as it comes, n when it comes. Lets just take everything slowly, gradually n mindfully. Lets absorb, think, n reflect on our own feelings.
This way we would not only live our lives in a better way, but also, in turn, would affect our surroundings..

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

khalil gibran writes : Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
sometimes i dont wana be
n the other times, people dont let me be
sometimes i just give up
n the other times i have to give up
sometimes i just think
n the other times, i dont have a choice other than to think
But there were times, that i lived for myself
Times when i came to know who i am
When i too had a free will
When times just walked n i ran
Time is our God
It can make us do anything, or nothing
N we r faithful dogs
Who depend on it for everything without ever barking or biting
I have watched time tick on doing nothing
I have been helpless to its perturbing
N here it continues..
There are millions of sides to everyone of us. Everyone is somewhere or the other trying to relate, what we actually are. But we are not what we are, And what we are, we dont really know. What we believe is, is not actually there. N we continue to follow this vicious cycle.

Monday, January 5, 2009

chinky



She came to our house sometime in 1996. The upper story of our house was newly constructed. I remember what a struggle it was to bring all family members to a consensus to keep her. We had had dogs before too, but everyone was scared of emotional attachment again. But her innocence n cuteness, bought her in. She used to be a darling. Anyone entering our house, couldnt keep eyes off her. She was a beautiful young baby. She used to get so happy, so so happy when we returned back home, that she jumped from one sofa to another, as if dunno what has happened. She bought a smile to everyone's face on returning home. Some times she even used to fall with a thud, while doing this. Once when she was jumping, she took a wrong angle, n broke her elbow. I still remember how she screamed of pain. When we held her, she was shouting for help, n to not to touch her elbow at all. We took her to hospital, n the doc plastered her hand with a piece of scale. I remember how madly she was pampered after that. She was so much spoilt that She actually forgot to sleep on her own bed. Every day, she used to jump in, in my blanket, or chachas razai, n sleep hugging us. It was so much fun to be woken up by someone actually licking ur face in the morning. Hehe. Every week she had to be plastered, so we instead of going to the doctor, started doing it ourselves. I still remember once, the scale that we used to plaster, slashed her elbow n penetrated in. It was a painful moment. This time there was a permanent hard plaster. Time moved on, she got well, started running normally n jumping normally. But she was so used to pampering, that this habbit of hers lasted for ever. Unlike others, she never used to shout at visitors n guest. Instead, she used to wag n move so joyously that everyone developed a sense of love for her, n used to pat her, or show affection to her. N she enjoyed it to the most. She never missed an opportunity, to be loved n soothed. I still remember, whenever i used to sit idle, doing nothing, but thinking, she used to come n sit infront of me n stare, until i started rubbing in between her eyes. N she used to close her eyes n feel that intense moment to its most. Sometime later she started giving birth to babies. I remember there used to be a line of friends who used to want a puppy. It was so lovely to play with those puppies. N it was so painful to part with the. Hehe. Our generations kept on increasing. Cuty came. She was indeed so cute that we couldnt part with her. Then came Tuffy. He actually was kept for someone very close to us, but then no one came to take him, so he stayed with us. N this way, we had generations of chinky at our home. As she grew up with years, she started becoming lean n thin, n less hairy as she was before. But her habit of getting pampered, mind you, still continued. She was there in all the main functions of our family. She was the senior most member of our special family. Her love for Mili n MIshti was undoubted. In her own ways, she used to tell, that she loved everyone a lot. I still remember, till just a few days back, she used to come in my room, n hide in my razai chupke se. N i used to cover her properly.
Yesterday was the last day of her life. She was not well since past few days. It was due to cold i guess. N instead of sitting in her cozy bed, she used to sleep on the terrace. We still used to cover her with the old carpets, n some of Mishtis old clothes. But i guess she knew, that she wont stay long. She had stopped eating. Her eyes were going into depression visibly. We even bought her food that she would have loved, but she didnt eat. Yesterday,since morning, she was down, in the living room. I felt may be she was getting better. But now i realize, may be she just wanted to be with everyone in her last few hours. It was in the eve, when i thought, let me pamper her a bit. When i started rubbing her face, she tried moved herself backwards, but her hands n feets were jammed. I took her in my arms, n called everyone close. Papa came, n we started dropping warm milk inside her mouth with the help of a cotton. Her face was lying in my palm. N i was continuously rubbing her back, to give her warmth. She was silent n still. N then she suddenly started wagging her tail. It seemed as if shes trying hard to wag. Then she started making sounds, as if crying, calling someone. She started moving, as if she doesnt want to die. N then she was just still. Lying in my palm. Eyes stationary. Some drops of milk coming our through her nose. She was dead.
I never saw papa getting weak, or crying. Yesterday, we all cried. She was an important member of our family. Sensible, Beautiful, Trustworthy n too loving.
I miss you Chinky. Wherever you are, I just pray, that you get a beautiful life.
Love from every one.

the concept "love"

Its such an irony, that every human being, bole to every boy n girl at some time or the other, in life, finds a soulmate, who he/she considers to be the best human alive. a boy considers the girl he found to be an angel, right from heaven, or Gods own daughter, n the girl considers the boy she found, as God Himself. Huh. N as the distances decrease, as the girl n boy get to know each other, the relationship ends up just to be humane. hehe. Dog biting, bitching, cursing, pointing out flaws, expectations n what not.
N the best part, that everyone experiences this atleast once in a lifetime. Shuru shuru me even families are kept away, as if two different parts of same souls have united. Then these same souls, gradually drift so much apart that leave along choices, even understanding doesnt match. What a relationship love is.
But yes, i must admit, some do get their love of lives. But between them theres nothing such as expectations or flaws or choices or anything. When this kind of lovers meet, they dont meet to love each other, they meet to love people around them. They meet for a purpose in life, which is far beyond what normal humans can understand.
But those who fail in love, try again. N they keep on trying, till eventually they understand, n they rise up, to a different level of understanding of love. Where nothing actually matters. Where just two lives live together, to make peace and harmony around them. Nothing else. No physical intention, no mental support. Just sole reason of being together, n sharing the harmony.
I wonder when i would come out with this kind of thinking. True love, Ideal relationship, Husband n wife before marriage...etc etc..When is it going to end for me? When would i realize the real love. "The love of God".
once again my friend, night, has come. lonely n destitute. killing silence with the unspoken words. just a bit of dim moon light.some sounds of moving vehicles nearby. n echoing solitude.
once again, those who assured of strength have left. once again, there r insights which have n number of questions and 0 answers. once again i am unable to decide between wrong n right. once again im just counting on my heart to tell me where to go, rather than my brains. n once again im paving way to get into that black hole.

Friday, January 2, 2009

a nice song

Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum
Ye na socha tha kabhi itna yaad aaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin

Main to na chala tha do kad bhi tum bin
Phir bhi mera bachpan yehi samjhe har din
Chhod ke mujhe bhala ab kahan jaoge tum
Chhod ke mujhe bhala ab kahan jaoge tum
Ye na socha tha kabhi itna yaad aaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin

Baaton kabhi haathon se bhi maara hai tumhein
Sada yehi kehki hi pukaara hai tumhein
Kya kar loge mera jo bigad jaoge tum
Kya kar loge mera jo bigad jaoge tum
Ye na socha tha kabhi itna yaad aaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin

Dekho mere aansoo yehi karte hain pukaar
Aao chale aao mere bhai mere yaar
Poochne aansoo mere kya nahin aaoge tum
Poochne aansoo mere kya nahin aaoge tum
Ye na socha tha kabhi itna yaad aaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum
Rooth ke humse kahin

Thursday, January 1, 2009

New Year

Time again has gone by. Again a new set of time has arrived. We the spectators, can just sit n watch as time plays with our lives. It would make us happy, it would make us sad. N we fools, would continue getting trapped. In the end, some might feel successful, n some might feel lost. Never realizing that its only the time, which has won or lost. We are just a part of the trick.
Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

shwahzeh..


I know a girl who is just a common girl. A girl who doesn’t have any sky touching dreams, any un achievable fantasies, who doesn’t wana do anything extraordinary.

She is in fact a girl who is more ordinary than even ordinary. She just knows how to give love, unboundedly, unconditionally to everyone around. Never asking for return. A heart so pure, is really rarely found. N you know, she believes in God. Yes. She does. Unlike everyone around me, she has undoubted faith in God. N whenever she needs someone to talk to, or something to ask, she knows that only God understands her completely. God is Himself is her savior, her Guardian Angel.

She is a person brimming with values n morals. A person who, even in this 21st century, is still upholding the Indian culture, in which we regard our parents as God.

She has turned all her sorrows, to her strength and all emotions to building blocks of her foundation. Though she has a lot of life yet to live, yet, she has seen more of life than many of us. She is the perfect conglomeration of truth, love, hope, confidence, practicality, creativity, unity, optimism and , spirituality.

Wanting something, deserving something n getting something is easy, but…wanting something, deserving something, getting something n sacrificing that thing for someone is difficult. She is an epitome of kindness n love. Yet she is just a common girl. A girl, who can remind us of God.

She is a person who believes, she has everything, n yet owes nothing. Everything has been created by God, for God. She just plays the role of reaching out Gods love to those who needs it.

A person so ground to earth, yet so caring, so loving, always giving without any expectations, a person for whom feelings are more important than success or name fame or money, is rare to find. A person, who can mould the worst phase of life, to one of the best phases of life, is rare to find.

She has proved, that nothing is bigger than love. Nothing is higher than love. Nothing is superior to love. Love is success, Love is happiness, Love is eternity. N yet, she is a common girl.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

it was when i just started flowing
exuberant energies,heart pounding
going through every minute corner of the way
roaring n splashing n experiencing breathtaking sway
tumbling over so many unidentified pebbles
passing through n through, through those binding shackles
n one day reaching the end of the earth
realizing life isnt always a mirth
falling down all the way from a hilltop sky
banging head on on the sea bed with squalling cry
yet moving on, though this time very lowly n slow
energies all submerged, still holding on n willing to go
passing through each step softly n firmly
making ground before stepping, gradually
but this time finding more insights n purity beneath
holding on n standing concrete
making twists n turns wherever needed
planning carefully, giving ample time to concede it
flowing on more confidently n strongly than before
yet faltered again, this time reaching the barren shore
theres no way ahead, may be i chose the wrong path
though im dying out of thirst, but i wont lose my heart
will try again, to find me
if struggle is in my destiny, then may it be
i wont stop, i wont give in
i wont get dry so early, i would still be moving
ill flow till the time i become a sea
till the time i would never have to flow again
when existence would just be a form of me
there would be no rocks against me
no hilltop pushing me down to fall painfully
when drowning in me would make everything eternal
when all would be one, no distinction,no boundaries
ill make it happen someday i know
ill make everything dissolve n flow
that would be a perfect world blended into one
the change has already begun..

Saturday, December 27, 2008

an article by GANOBA

The two words Prey and Pray have come to mean the same thing in modern
parlance.
What an irony?
Pain and suffering are part of life. When we refuse to acknowledge
this truth, the vicious cycle of misery begins.
To complicate matters, we begin hold others responsible for our
suffering. Taking revenge to settle the score is the beginning of the
slide to hell.
Misery leads one to miserliness. We then begin to feel, that what we
have, is not enough. The strategy to deal with insufficiency is "beg,
borrow or steal". Pray or Prey. If we succeed in this strategy then it
gets reinforced. If we fail then we fall back on blaming others for
the failure.
Thus the vicious cycle is set into motion.
How do we get out of it?
The virtue of "santosh" is the liberator. Santosh means cultivating
the feeling that what ever we have is more than enough. Why more than
enough? Because, at all times we have enough for our needs and more to
spare for others.
Santosh is one of the 10 Yam-Niyam. It is not a passive defeatist
stance. It involves making full use of what we have for the larger
good. Mother Teresa tells of a heart warming story. She had taken food
to a hungry family. The lady thanked her and then took half the food
to her neighbor. When Mother asked her what she had done with half the
food, she said, "I cannot eat all of it when I know my neighbor is
also hungry." This is Santosh.
Ganoba
I LOVE YOU
I HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO HURT U, OR HARM U
EVERYTHING HAS BEEN DONE FOR YOUR GOOD
I AM THE MOTHER OF ALL YOUR EMOTIONS
ITS DUE TO ME THAT YOU SEE WHAT YOU SEE
I AM, THEREFORE YOU ARE
YOU WOULD FIND ME EVERYWHERE
YET YOU WONT BE ABLE TO FEEL ME THROUGH THESE HUMAN SENSES
I HAVE NOT EVEN GIVEN YOU THE POWER TO UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY WHO I AM
JUST ENJOY LIVING AND LIVE ENJOYINGLY
I WILL BE THERE WITH YOU FOREVER
YOUR ONLY LOVE
GOD

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

no one knows what they r running for
just running
blinded by some petty issue
not seeking anything permanent
finding reasons to excuse ourselves from solutions
looking for more complexities
no family
no love
just something which no one has seen
which no one has ever got
killing looting hurting betraying
has human become so fond of blood
i pity myself
for being a company to such souls
i find difficulty to find myself in this filth
suffocated..
caged..
buried..
a million things
millions of thoughts
zero action
zero effort
a few things
very very few thoughts
100% action
100% efforts
this is the life i wana live.
dont wana reason out now
i know already wat i did was for good
dont wana ask anything
no complains
no grudges
no expectations
n no explanations
just remain happy
yes i did wanted it to make ideal
but now i want to make it eternal
i will, coz i know ur still there, with me
doesnt matter if i cant see u or hear u
i can feel u
i can drowse in ur presence
this alone wud take me to a higher level of knowing myself
thank you..for giving me this way..
main bhool jau tumhen
ab yahi munasib hai
main bhool jau tumhen
ab yahi munasib hai
magar bhulana bhi chahu to kis tarah bhoolu
ki tum to phir bhi haqeeqat ho koi khwab nahin
yaha to dil ka ye alam hai kya kaho
bhula saka na ye vo silsila
jo tha bhi nahi
wo ek khayal jo awaz tak gaya hi nahi
wo ek baat jo main keh nahi saka tumse
wo ek rabt jo ham mein kabhi raha hi nahi
mujhe hai yaad wo sab jo kabhi hua hi nahi
agar ye haal hai dil ka to koi samjhaye
tumhe bhulana bhi chahu to kis tarah bhoolu
ki tum to phir bhi haqeeqat ho koi khwaab nahin
its too dark to walk in here
but dont worry, ill keep walking
no matter if you cant pull me out of this right now
i know that you are in dark too
ill keep walking till the time you find light
there are some pot holes, some ditches
but it wouldnt spoil my purity
it can harm my physical image though
but thats not all no?
i know, in our relationship, this image doesnt matter
i know that people around u,want u to look at the image only
but in the long run, we would win
ill wait..ill wait chia, for you to realize
i know u will..bcoz i know u more than u

Saturday, December 20, 2008

I am following you God
I cant see you
I cant hear you anymore
People doubt even your presence
But im depending on you for my life
It wont matter if you take it nowhere
It wont matter if i get nothing
What have i got anyways from anybody
I feel that you exist
Because silence n emptiness is all we get, whatever we do
N silence, cant be seen, cant be heard
Neither can emptiness
N so are you
I want to follow you
I want to merge with this silence
So as when people speak, i can unhear them
so that my self, get this power of speaking silently
N I want to become a part of this emptiness
So that even if my heart fills with grief
It can remain empty
So that when any emotion takes over
I can still remain numb
I want to be a part of you
So that I can experience life, beyond life.

Friday, December 19, 2008

do you know what you have done
do you realize the outcome
if not yet
the stage is now set
come n have a look
come n see your own handwritten book
every page would reveal its story
every letter would cry for the lost glory
try to analyze those hidden blood stains
dropped by my weeping eyes, in pain
come n see
those torn pages crumbled, of history
a history which you shared with me
trying to explore the love of eternity
for once come at least
to see the death of your deceit
i gave everything that i had to you
never missed out to do something special for you
but it was so easy for you to just leave
just so easy to murder our relationship, our daughter, whom you never conceived
you never wrote the best of you on on the pages of my life
you would never know my anguish, my internal strife
i still miss you n would always
the hurt you caused would remain with me throughout nigh n days
you might have never understood what you meant to me
n i have no right to even explain what i wanted you to be
God has guided me till now
n He would take me out of this, somehow
i wish you never go through what i have undergone
i wish you never feel heartbroken n torn
thats what i mean when i say i love you
God bless you..

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

just when i found myself free
you bounded me in chains mysteriously
when i tried to run out
you carved me on the wall to shout
what is it that you want from me
why arent you letting me be
give me silence or ill snatch it
i wont think of any consequence
ill ruin it, damn it
let me be out of the pretence
let me know who i am
let me feel my pain myself
let me stand up without help
dont do me a favor anymore
let me plunge into cynicism
have had enough of "pure"
scare me nomore
with your notions of perfection n idealism
let me face the naked truth
let me enjoy the poisoned fruit

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


started a new life
set for a new tomorrow
eyes still facing the past
heart still beholding sorrow
walking in madness
throwing hands out of control
pushing away from reality
getting blind to any newer role
just getting along deliberately
being cruel desperately
overwhelmed by pain
feeling naked in the winter rain
breathless
emotionless
hurt
unearthed
yet....moving on in silence
finding self in remembrance

Monday, December 15, 2008

Blinded

My life is moving on
Im not able to cope up
Seems ive lost everything
I don’t know how to keep my hopes up
I‘m realizing the world around me
Totality is what I am trying to see
But minor affairs are devouring my energy
Gradually I am losing my serenity
With every moment passing by
I am more willing to die
I have been blinded in love
My thoughts force me to unnerve
I am unable to see my good
I find it difficult to accept
I have never been the way I should
People used me, deceived me, scammed me,
Plagued my mind, Molested my purity
and now I am left to my destiny
I am blinded
I don’t want to unfold the mystery
I don’t want to make more people a part of the misery
Why can’t I just be
I don’t want to answer anyone
I don’t have any complains
Let me burn in the sun
How can I expect from those who don’t even know me
When my own pushed me to waters in the rising sea
When even my own soul deserted me
And left me lonely
To face the death of this relationship painfully
I see my child dead in this war
My efforts effacing, carving an end to what I always strived for
All the hidden faces have come out of their makeover
Everything is over, my heart cries, everything is now over.
Cruelty or helplessness
I cared for you like my daughter
I cherished you like an angel
You disowned me in laughter
Was it so easy to handle
I still never want to let you down
But why do you treat me like a clown
You have made a mockery of me
You have made our eternal relation a history
What did I not give you
When did I disrespect you
I have been convicted of devaluing my God
I have been convicted of misusing the rights which I sought
I wish I could tell the world without telling
What the relationship was in which we were dwelling
Coz if I tell, I would cause shame to you
I always wished never to let feel the same to you
You are binding me to do what I don’t want to
God, give me the courage, to uphold the dream I pursue
I know now nothing can make things right
I know now, darkness would never give way to eternal light
This night would never end
It might have a new tomorrow
But yesterday won’t be able to ascend
I wish I I could send a hint of my pain across
So that you can realize its not me, its you going through a bigger loss
You are fighting the truth, the serenity
You are yet unaware of the divinity
And when it would dawn over you
It would be too late to begin new
What have you done my beloved?
Why did you be so cruel to our love?

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Is baar nahi

Us baar nahi

Phir bhi sharmsaar nahi

Kitne vaado ka sarokar nahi

Kitni kasme sakaar nahi

Soch me raftaar nahi

Shaheedo se vyavhaar nahi

Desh ke prati pyar nahi

Phir bhi bhrashto ki haar nahi

Kya sach me ham laachaar nahi

Kya desh ab bhi khuddar nahi

Bas ab seh sakte ham baar baar nahi

Ab to jag jao, mat kaho ki desh ko darkaar nahi

Lahoo bahane ko karo inkaar nahi

Aapas me karo taqraar nahi

Ban chalo ek, keh do ab bas

Sehen aur bhrashtachaar nahi

Hamari ekta, hamari shanti

Bas ab aur koi vichaar nahi

Is baar nahin..

Is baar nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi
mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga, utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin

Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo
main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin

Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin

Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai

-Prasoon Joshi

you never understood me,
you never understood what i wanted to be.
you would never understand, that what i did, was for your own good,
you would never understand my sacrifice, of myself, for no good,
atleast by my sacrifice, i made you realize,
that you are not caged, you're still a bird,
though you may feel won,
but actually its me who won,
what i wanted, i have achieved,
i wanted you to be free, to fly in the open sky,
though i have lost you, but im not grieved,
because you have elevated my spirits to a new high,
see, now you can fly..
my tears get dry..when i think...you fly..

Thursday, December 4, 2008

im at peace now,
im still the unbeaten knight,
n im not going to let myself burn,
in not going to feel the brunt,
im going to fight,
im going to achieve my rights,
i wont allow myself to starve through those cold nights,
or let myself feel lowly in those dim lights,
let the world know, im alive.
i cant decide my destiny, so what,
i cant predict laws of eternity, so what,
im ready to face the consequences of my actions,
i dont care wrong or right,
im going to fight.
now let the strong wind oppose me,
let the sea knock over me,
im not going to get weak,
im not going to sneak,
ill stand upright.
im ready to face the bellows over me,
im ready to make myself eternally free,
let them know,
im not the same anymore,
i have infinite times more love to give,
and even more broader view of life to live,
my emotions have achieved much heavier voice,
n my beliefs have attained new unreachable heights,
in these shade of bright lights,
im ready to fight.
im ready to keep,
all those memories so deep,
all those moments which elated my life,
of my princess, my beloved wife,
im going to keep her along,
like an eternal song, on my lips,
in my heart, as the best of my friendships,
im going to use it as my might,
keeping it alongside, ill fight.
n im going to win,
im going to erase all those uncommitted sins,
im going to make streangth of my fright,
im going to fight.
i dont need any help,
i dont need wealth,
i dont need to prove to anyone now,
im just going to experiece life my way,
n i wont allow anyone's say,
my family is by my side,
only to them, i will abide,
im going to snatch my rights from life,
im going to fight.
im happy now God is my guide.

war against terror..

well, i do agree that india has somewhat woken up. but i also believe that most of it is due to the fact that media is playing a role in it. we might call it a negative or a positive according to each ones view point. but the fact still remains there only. the problem still remains there only. im here in mumbai right now, but i hardly see any impact on the masses, leaving out some of the NGO's and some TV artists. The TV artists n celebrities might again be doing all this for their own image only. who knows? as far as normal citizens are concerned, they dont have a choice. they have to work. they have to move on. ont the other hand, shouting slogans, or going for peace march alone wont do any thing. one minister reisgning, others taking their responsibilities wont again solve the problem. after all we all are indians. the product of the same system. we have been doing it since long. n most of us, would still continue to adapt to the same standards of living. we have been ingrained with it. recently when a minister made a rude speach for the family members of major unnikrishnan, thw whole media made a hype of it, but what happens when normal people disrepect those who sacrifice their lives on border. we only think of them when they get "shaheed". what a shame on us.untill n unless, everything is reformed from the scratch, this would go on. today, even if one thing is changed, one law modified, it wont make a difference. it has taken a long time to make us this way, n would take a lot more time to bring a change. everything that is happening in India right now, all the revolts, all the protests, are just a way to increase TRP's of some news channels, inspired by the channel themselves. How many people that we know are participating in it? because each one of us is busy following the rituals of the system. Even if the government takes any hard step on this issue, it would just be to increase their own vote bank for the overhead elections. In these circumstances, a common man can do nothing, but lament, to be a part of this society, where a man is so much engrossed in making money name n fame, that nothing else matters. people die, so let them, untill one of our own dies.These governments are just good for making parks, roads, metros, malls etc. they can never run a country.Talking about government, it has become so dirty, that people dont even consider it an option to go into politics. n those who do, are made fun of.our country wouldnt grow to become a nation, untill we, the educated youth, take bold steps. its time for us to form parties n fight elections, rather than depending on those who are hardly bothered about anything except their own tummies. its time for the young generation to take up politics, n give the system a new shape n colour.i dont know what the result of this tragedy would be..i just hope that it lasts long enough so as more tragedies never get space to come up.jai hind.

Monday, December 1, 2008

i know now what the reason is..
but i cant defame you..the way you did..
i am hurt..that u didnt understand me even once..
that u didnt think of me when u needed..
my fault is..that i wanted you to understand..
i was at loss both ways..then why did i choose this stand..
atleast then, i could have been there..
now i cant be there at all..
i wanted something for your betterment..
but instead of lifting you to that level..i had deep fall..
n now, when im in hell..i cant even call you..
but i can never do.. what you did to me..
atleast if not better, you are at the same level that u used to..
im glad even if at my stake..u could achieve your freedom..
i tried so hard for u to achieve it when we were together..
atleast now i can take the credit solely..
thanks anyways..to make my this dream come true..
but what about the others?
you know..our dream daughter has been killed..
our dreams have been killed..
i do feel the pain..
but theres no way in which i could share it with you..
coz if i did, you would feel offended..
i can stay like this..but wont offend you..
i just pray..that you be happy this way..
that you realize this freedom till the end..
i wont come in your life again..

Sunday, November 30, 2008

mai khush hu..par kya tum khush ho..
jaanta hu..ek din aega..jab ye sab bahot yaad aega..
par us din..ham ham nahi honge..hamare gam..ye gam nahi honge..
wo sapna..jise hamne janm diya tha sapno me..wo mar chuka hoga..
koi aur hame ham hi se alag kar ke..
apna chuka hoga..hamari jagah le chuka hoga..
wo din bhi aega..jab hame hamari taaqat ke na hone ka ehsas hoga..
jab hame apni zindagi, kisi aur ke raaste me khone ka ehsas hoga..
raaste to phir bhi jaane pehchane se lagenge..
par manzile kahi peechhe chhoot chuki hongi..
aur yu hi ham bina kisi manzil ke..raasta banate chale jaenge..
kabhi khud ko samjhaenge..kabhi in sari yaado ko juthlaenge..
ab to shayad wo waqt bhi nikal gaya..jab ham wapas mud sakte..
ab shayad ham phir se..kabhi nahi jud sakte..
mann me kaduahat aur zehen me baukhlahat si hai..
bhale hi buniyad toot gayi ho..par chaahat abhi bhi dabi si hai..
abhi bhi gam ki raat me subah ka intezar hai..
par parde ke peechhe subah bhi to sharmsaar hai..
dard hai..par dukhta nahi hai ab..
bhala bejan rooh ka..badan se kya matlab..
ye sach hai ki tumse zindagi khushrang thi..
tumhari khushiya mere jeene ki umang thi..
ab ye umang amar ho gayi hai..
meri prarthnao me..meri kaamnao me sirf tumhari khushi hai..
kabhi to tum yaad karogi na mujhe..
wo yaadein hi bas apne naam kar lunga..
tumhe haar ke..tumhari khushiyo ko jeet lunga..
kar lo chaahe jitna bhi badnam tum..
tumhara naam phir bhi apne naam se jod ke rakhunga..
mujhe gam nahi tumhare saath na hone ka..
tumhari yaadein hain mere saath hamesha..
kabhi ehsas ho..to bas ek baar mann se baat kar lena..
akele me apne andar base hue un sare palo ka ehsas kar lena..
yaad hi sahi..kuchh to tumhe batakar tumhe de paya hu mai..
kaha himmat padi kabhi ki tumhe bata pau..tum se kya paya hu mai..
wapas aana kabhi..to kuchh aur baate karenge..
jo kasar poori nahi kar pae samajhne me..wo bhi poori kar lenge..
dost bankar hi sahi..thoda aur jee lenge..thoda aur mar lenge..
intezar rahega us din ka..par tab tak ye aasu bhi khushi se pee lenge..
ham kisi tarah jee lenge..ham kisi tarah jee lenge..

love..

when do you know that you really love..
when you feel you are the same soul as your loved one..
when you do everything n loose your own identity for love..
when you compromise on everything of your choice to make your loved one happy..
when you remain silent however hurt you are..just to see your loved one happy..
when you part with the one you know you cant survive without..
when you just pray that your loved one always remains happy...even if he/she has stabbed you to death..
i dont know what is right or wrong..im just following..
well, i dont know what i am going to write today. just want to write.
somethings in life are really worth experiencing. like for example..when you know that you cant live without something, n u r engrossed in the feeling, n suddenly that thing gets cut off from you..
its a mixed feeling..a happiness, that something got independent of your dependence...n a feeling that its hard to survive..even if that means curbing the independence..
a feeling that a "moh" has ended..and at the same time a feeling that this "moh" can never die..
another example of the same kind is...when you feel that you are flooded with thoughts n responsibilities...n u come to know suddenly.. that you have lost..that you were never responsible enough..
its hard to experience...but the feeling overwhelms you when you have been through it..

Saturday, November 29, 2008

aisi kya khata ki thi maine ..
jo meri zindagi yu phisal gayi..
mere be-panaah pyar ki roshni se..
shayad mere hi pyar ki chita jal gayi..
pyar bhi kiya to kya kiya maine..
mere hi haatho se meri zindagi nikal gayi..
jab samjha pyar hai aseemit aur apaar..
tab hi ek chhoti si chingari aag me badal gayi..
kya pata tha..meri hi taaqat mujhe nisto naboot kar degi..
jo aag jalayi zindagi ko roshan karne ke liye..
wahi aag zindagi ko shamshan me badal gayi..

Monday, November 24, 2008

again the dark night is here..
again it has brought some unanswered questions..
life has become as dark as the night itself..
it would have been so better if i was away..
it seems as if first time in life..
im not able to bear the screams of the silence inside me..
i am craving for something..
which was more dear to me..than my own self..
i wish i could portray my thoughts to the person concerned..
but i can not..
not because i feel that my respect would be lost..
but because if i do try...i might under value her decision..
as it is i have done a lot to hurt..
so now let me endure the hurt...
instead of sharing it..
atleast there would be some less hurt for her..
God, i pray...be there...ur needed badly..
show us the way..

even if i try to
im unable to
become as normal as i want to
n that in itself has complications too
without a solution, to turn to
i dont know where my life is heading to
but to open my eyes n see, i dont know whether i want to
im just doing wat life wants me to
im just following the path blindly which God wants me to
may be that is the actual thing right now to turn to
i miss u..
n i know that u miss me too
but why is this happening which is happening, i dont know too..

Saturday, November 22, 2008

in search..

i sometimes wonder why i have grown. it was so much better to be a child.  i remember people use to tell me that its really good to be in your age, coz u r free of so much stress n worries. n i used to think, its so much better to be an adult. u can discuss things, u can be logical, u can live your own life, without any limitation or boundations . i used to think that when we grow up, we dont need to ask anyone, we can just do what our mind says. n now that ive grown up, i feel the total opposite. its so much better to be a kid. atleast people dont expect you to be a grown up when u r a child. im seeing now how my relationships are tumbling down like a castle of cards. n the reason is, coz ive grown up. coz now i try to logically define relationships. n even if i dont, expectations of my near n dear ones, from me as an adult, is killing the relationship gradually. n in all this while, what ive blundered most severely is my loss of soulmate. I shouldnt have grown to an age where one tends to find a soulmate in someone else, other than his own self or God. N when this dream of his breaks, he is totally left shattered. n for this sole reason i feel, it was so much better to be a kid. u get along with other girls n guys so casually. so beautifully. theres no heart break or hurt. u just play, have fun n forget. there r really less emotional attachments, less sharing of feelings etc etc. but when we grow up, the situation changes. this same casual n fun giving friendship changes to an emotional bond. n if a person is pure at heart, n not playful, he suffers. this is not just a case of one life or one culture. i feel in every persons life, this stage comes, at the time of transition from a kid to an adult. n then, some get along with it in a positive way, n the rest move on. 
anyways, i just wish, i could again become a child. if not physically, then atleast mentally. i wont mind then, if people start calling me mentally disabled. because its high time that i listened to everyone. now i want to be just me.
still in search of me..
 

Friday, November 21, 2008



my world seems to be in darkness..
there's just pain, helplessness n emptiness..
whichever way i turn to.. 
there's just blackness..
may be because im scared to open my eyes..
to let go off the wetness..
i am just enjoying my loneliness..
i am actually loving my loneliness..
i just pray that i dont have to pay..
but then, im prepared too for that roughness..
its a feeling of lifelessness..
so much of unsaid unheard harass..
im learning the experiences of barrenness..
im enjoying the fruits of emptiness..
disturbed chaotic unsettled emptiness..
my health doesnt show...
im not unwell or unhappy..
but im facing a peculiar illness..
my soul n body have decided to discontinue the oneness..
yet there's no confusion, but an everlasting stillness..
im watching my life go by..
unlike so many others, i dont feel the restlessness..
I AM JUST HAPPILY BEING A PART OF THIS UNWANTED MESS..

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

helpless, ashamed, afraid, alone..
what do i feel?
its become a joke..
i actually have options to select from..
its not imaginary this time..its real..
dont know what i did was what?
dont wana predict my life..
let it be this way..
i dont want anymore hurt n dismay..
leave me alone..
n let me experience..
my solitude..
sambhal kar chal ae dil..
is raah pe kayi pathar milenge..
kuchh kaanto ke daldal milenge..
jisme doob ke jana hoga..
kuchh kaanto ke dil milenge..
jinko dil se lagana hoga..
chubhe to chillana mat..
agar chillaya to log sun lenge..
aur ye log apne janmo ke kasayi hain..
tumhe phansi chadha denge..
par tu darna mat..
zindagi me kuchh tajurbe aise bhi hain..
jo un sab dard se aur bhi zada sukhdayi honge..
aise sukh..jo ki ishwar ne bheje hain..
bas..tum chalte rehna..muskurate rehna..
zindagi yuhi beet jaegi..
aur jab zindagi ke ant me ishwar milenge..
to unse apne sukh ke liye shukriya karna..
aur dukh ke liye kaamna..
jisse ki tumhare dukh..un dukho ko kam kar de..
jo tumhare jaise kayi aur dilo ko milenge..
ae dil, tum akele nahi ho..
mai hu saath..
tumhare su-hrid ne tumhe chhod diya to kya..
tumhare Ishwar tumhe kayi aur dilo me milenge..
dhoondh lo un dilo ko..
aur bas..apne sneh se..har lo..jeet lo Ishwar ko..
mai hu saath..
bas tumhare liye..

a conversation with myself..

what dreams are you talking about..
a bunch of humorous jokes..
theres no such thing as bounded love..
no wishes, no desires, no hopes..
its no better than burning in hell..
bounded by blood stained spiky ropes..
you are doomed to live this way..
for mercy theres no scope..
you better die than live..
but living too would be no lesser than dying..
so you live or die..
it wont be a different show..
however heart broken, injured and hurt you may be..
your injuries wont have an end..
till the time you are cut to pieces..
your life wont apprehend..
just go on living, n crying for pity..
remember if u show it through emotions..
you would loose your serenity..
all the best for your living death..
may your soul be never at rest..

Monday, November 17, 2008

i got more than i deserved..
yet i did, what i shouldnt..
y dont i understand..
im not in heaven..its earth..
there arent angels here..
never can they be..
tear open my eyes God,
make me see..
for how many times more would i endure..
let there be an end..
this inhumane world is killing me..
may b this is my destiny..
ill succumb to my own pains..
ill drown n die in my own tears..
i am a useless dustbin..so u can throw me easily..i wont mind..
i have been thrown earlier too..n will be thrown in future again..
just throw me..i wont feel hurt..
i wont feel anything..throw me hard..
how does it matter to anyone..
how does it matter to me..
play with me..n throw me..
i dont have a heart...nor a mind to think..
i dont have a mouth..nor an ear to hear..
curse me..bash me..push me away..
but for Gods sake..once n for all..
end it.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

i felt so calm after a walk..
speechless n still..
as if all the roar has subsided down deep inside..
as if all the heaviness flowed down through my eyes..
so many expectations n thoughts just vanished..
a silent river started flowing in me..
a river which has no directions..
yet its moving on..
it could climb high mountains now..
or fall though great valleys..
theres no sound...now..
its just breathing slowly..
i love this feeling..
as i am getting dissolved in it..
i am accepting myself to my surroundings..
i felt so calm after a walk..

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

what does one feel..when he is suddenly stranded..
when everything seems to be going so good..
but then suddenly feels ended..
when a communion used to be formed..
yet suddenly one is left shocked n stunned..
when a balance that used to be maintained is ruined..
i miss that support of my soul..
i miss the person who made me whole..
when we had equal rights, then how did just one sided decision preceded..
why was the harmony that we shared receded..
ill wait for the consortium to again be formed..
ill wait for the moment when silence would be stormed..
when things would get better than before..
when there would be calm winds replacing the roar..
what did i do,
did i complicate my life,
or did i ease it..

did i put my self in slump again,
or did i release it..

am i really happy about it,
or am i lying to myself..

am i helping myself,
or do i desperately need help..

all i know is..
i miss you more badly than i think i do..
May God always keep you happy..

Monday, November 10, 2008


a silent day inside..
jubilating sounds of birthday outside..

numbness inside..
dead feelings outside..

many unanswered questions inside..
peace n calmness outside..

distance inside..
concord outside..

rumbling inside..
fumbling outside..

lost everything inside..
loosing grounds outside..

Sunday, November 9, 2008

being away..

is it the truth unveiling its identity
or is it the devil in me boasting itself

what should i feel
should i feel happy on this occasion?
or should i just nurture the thought of my loss?


i dont know
i am just lost
and i am liking it

i am liking my being..away..

just a song but true..

chupke se kahin, dheeme paanv se
jaane kis taraf, kis ghadi
aage badh gaye hamse raahon mein
par tum toh abhi the yahin
kuchh bhi na suna, kab ka tha gila
kaise keh diya alvida

jinke darmiya guzri thi abhi
kal tak yeh meri zindagi
dono baahon ko, thandi chaanv ko
hum bhi kar chale alvida
alvida, alvida, meri raahein alvida
meri saansein kehti hain, alvida
alvida, alvida, ab kehna aur kya
jab tune keh diya, alvida

sunle bekhabar, yun aankhein pher kar aaj tu chali ja
dhundegi nazar humko hi magar har jagah
aisi raaton mein leke karvate, yaad hamein karna
aur phir haar kar kehna kyun magar, keh diya alvida alvida
koi puchhe toh zara, kya socha aur kaha alvida
alvida, alvida, abb kehna aur kya
jab tune keh diya, alvida

ham the dil jale, phir bhi dil kahe
kaash mere sang aaj hote tum agar, hoti har dagar gulsita
tumse hai khafa, hum naaraaz hai, dil hai pareshaan
socha na suna tune kyun bhala keh diya alvida alvida
koi puchhe toh zara, kya socha aur kaha alvida
alvida, alvida, abb kehna aur kya
jab tune keh diya, alvida

i dont want to think anymore..
i dont want to experiment anymore..

i want to be just me now..
i just dont want to depend on anyone somehow..

dont ask me to be calm..
dont try to put any comforting balm..

if you really wana help me..
just leave me alone and free me..

Friday, November 7, 2008

listen..

do you hear it?

do you hear the rumbling inside?

what does it say?

does it tell you to live, or to suicide?

do you feel numb?

ha, how sarcastic..

we dont even have control over our feelings..

helpless...

its so strange sometimes. when the person u want to talk to is just in front of you, when the dream you want to make come true is in front of you, n yet you back off. from deep inside a feeling comes n overcomes you to not do what you most want to do. your inner self feels so much scared to be hurt again that you dont feel like doing anything at all. somebody has said rightly, one who doesnt take a risk, never actually does anything new in his life. but for me, im just too scared. im too weak. risking it for the people whom i love, i cant do it. im happy to keep feeling hurt, to keep feeling the pain, rather than taking the risk of hurting my loved ones ever in future.
after all this, i am still lost, still helpless. i have been under the shadow for long. facing the naked sunlight again is hurting me. but now, i have to learn to fight it. i cant go on searching for shadows. for sometime it does sooth you. but ultimately the brunt of the pain has to be undergone by me alone. so just leme be...however helpless i be..
dard hai,
aasu hain,
ehsas hai,
tanhayi hai.

ek bhara hua dil hai,
ek soona mann hai,
ek bejaan dimag hai,
sookha adhmara badan hai.

kabhi wapas jud jaane ka vishwas,
kabhi ek anant khamoshi ka ehsas,
mann me kabhi na thamne wali halchal,
zehen me sab kuchh kho dene ka abhaas.

khamoshi bhi cheekhti hai,
mann ki cheekhe sunayi nahi deti,
dil ki dhadkan tadap me badal gayi hai,
saanse kotuhal sa machati rehti hain.

jo dil chahta hai, wo dimag manta nahi,
khud se khud hi alag ho gaya hu,
apni khushi ke liye, apno ki khushi qurban karu,
aisa mai nahi.

chalta ja raha hu,
bas chalte jana hai,
jaha Ishwar le jaye,
ab wahi bas mera thikana hai..

Thursday, November 6, 2008

are you there?

i see you there
yet i dont

i know you are there
yet you are not

i talk to you
yet i dont talk at all

i touch you
without any presence at all

i feel you within me
but i am not alive

i want to be with you
but i dont exist

why do i feel that you are there
when i know that you are not

i dont know what is real
and what, a dream

i am made to feel
theres only me, no you

there was always just me
no you

if i were given a chance
i would want to know

do you really exist
were you ever there..

come into my world..

you have been enduring me for long
you have been steady n strong

you stood by me when i needed support
you understood me when i lost my rapport

you gave me strength to go on
you confided in me even when i was wrong

but i kept on believing on my false intuitions
and kept on delving in unwanted, hurting situations

now the time has come, when i have lost it all
i know i dont have a right to say now, but still
please take me to your world
where i could make up for my fall

take me wherever you want to
just take me away
i dont want to be here any more
take me, i pray

i lost communication with you
when i got in touch with her
her,
whom i considered my soulmate
my fate
my destiny
my life to be
never realized what the result would be

my soul
i miss you now
i miss that time which i should have spent with you
in solitude
it was you whom i was searching for
it was you who could have made me more pure

take me away from this world
where emotions dont have any meaning
where feelings are just mere mood swings

take me away
ill follow
this world is crippling me slowly
save me from the poison each day i swallow

my soul
let the pain subside for sometime
take me to a place
where i can reside in peace for sometime

take out life from me
make me numb, free me

i pray to you
take me away
come soon
give me strength to endure the pain
each day..

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

amiss..

That time has gone,
when things went good,
now there are just nightmares,
and an unfriendly mood.

What wrong did i do,
where did i leave an open end,
i just want to yell out to the sky,
is there no way to mend.

I still have that image of her in my mind,
may be that was the reason that she left,
because her image in my mind, made me blind,
n i could not see her in reality, getting distressed.

Life can never be perfect,
it has to go on like this,
n now i want to be in this mess,
i want to be amiss.

this is not poetry..

U have never loved me.
U have only loved the image U have had, of me.
Since the time U were young, U had dreamed that Ur dream should have certain qualities.
U found them in me and stopped your quest.
Ur image of perfection was complete.
It was so complete, that U looked for no bad qualities, and never found them.
Or they stared at Ur face, and U let go.
What U perceived, reigned supreme.
That pure, ethereal image took over U.
And U were helpless.
Like any worldly person would think in such a situation, U also thought.
And believed, to think.
And thought, to believe.
That U are in love.
With me.
That Ur heart is flowing out with praise, admiration and respect.
For me.
But no.
It was an image of mine Ur mind had taken to.
Not me.
It was a perception of mine U were in love with.
Not me.
Once that changed, all else changed.

Angels became demons.
Demons became angels.

Angels and demons.

Friends became strangers.
Strangers became friends.

Friends and strangers.

U said that I had changed.
But it was only Ur perception of me that had changed.

No.
U have never ever loved me.
U have only loved the image u have had, of me…………………….


...written by amrita sabat

Monday, November 3, 2008

...

Is the day beautiful today..
or is it just a day..
passing by as the others do..
unstoppable..
even if they try to..
i wish i could just be a day..
which could pass by..
a lot of times unnoticed..
just in a routine..
i really dont want to be seen..
i cant erase my identity..
or mould my destiny..
but i can just go on living..
without uttering..
my eyes hurt..
as they want to cry but they cant..
because i dont want to do anything..
i just want to experience the stillness..
the silence within me..
whining n calling me..
its alone..
it wants to be with me..
to moan..
oh i wish so badly..
to be with that silence..
to feel the acute pain..
which has arisen in me somewhere..
eating me up..
making me exhausted..
i wish i could.
be just a silence..

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

help me..

Finally the time has come when im writing something which I had been pushing out since a last few days. Its strange some time to think of the world that we are living in. What are we thinking is happening, and what actually is happening. N the best thing is, none of us cares.

Serial blasts one after the other is becoming so common that now people hardly think of it. Once I remember Raju Srivastava (stand-up comedian) narrating the same kind of incident in his comedy script. Co-incidentally, it has come true.

What are we breeding in young minds? Now people hardly care if a blast occurs. So many movies are being made, so many awareness programs are being run, but is the Indian Mass paying heed?

A few days back, at L-18 , Jamia Nagar, a few students were caught as terrorist. Some of them were butchered and some jailed. Some lucky ones got opportunity to run away. The vice chancellor Jamia University says, they were kids, and shouldn’t be prosecuted. If we think on his point of view, he is totally right. Juvenile minds can be molded to any form. They can be made terrorist, as well as they could be made saint. Its upto us how we want to see them as. Talking about those two students who ran away, what other choice do they have except for being a terrorist? Even if they weren’t terrorist, do they have a choice. N if they were, n want to change, do they have a choice?

A person tagged as terrorist has no choice, other than becoming a real “khoonkhar” terrorist. Imagine yourself at the place of that person who has done nothing. Who has just done one crime, that he has taken birth in a house of a muslim. What would you feel when people tag you as a terrorist? How many people would you tell, that you are not a terrorist. In the end you will also have only one choice.

This controversy is not started actually by hindus or muslims. Today they might tag a muslim as terrorist, tomorrow, to increase their vote banks, it would be something else. It might be whole of Uttar Pradesh for instance, tagged as terrorist. And the common man, would believe it then too. Because the common man had a body, has a shape, has brains, but doesn’t have eyes. He is blind.

Talking about common mans blindness, I would like to mention here, that has ever the common man realized, what actually is happening. Muslims all over the world are becoming the supreme power. They are spreading like fire all over. And due to this cheap politics played by some corrupt ministers, muslims all over the world, are becoming one across the boundaries. Muslims now don’t belong to any country or state. They consider to be called just as muslims. Wherever you find, Indian forum, American forum, Russian forum, there would be a separate forum for muslims.

And if we observe more minutely, then it’s the muslims who are actually ruling the world. Whether it be muslims from Saudi, who owns oil wells and are the only source of income for American banks, or from Israel, who has so much power, that it even can shake America. Muslims are everywhere. And their principle is something which we all should learn.

Nobody in todays world is united. Every nation wants to take over the other nation. Every nation wants to become capable to fight the rest of the world. But nobody is thinking of unity. Only muslims are thinking of it. They are already working on it. That is the reason why a muslim is never an Indian or afghan or Israeli. He is just a muslim.

I don’t know what the future has in store for us. Neither do I want to predict.

But surely it disturbs my mind, that we human beings, have divided ourselves so much, that we ourselves are paving way for our end.

Cant we just remain human beings. The same “homo sapiens” that used to be. Why do we have to have different religion or different nations or any boundaries at all. Why cant we be just one?

Friday, September 26, 2008

Let it be His way...

Sometimes presence of God around us is so strongly felt. We are given no choice. But to believe in Him, and accept His plan. May be its His way to make us aware of his presence.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Mumbai meri jaan

Yesterday I saw Mumbai meri jaan. My say on the movie is, Indian bollywood has been elevated to a new height in the recent past. Movies like summer 2007, Dor, Black n White, a Wednesday and to an extent “C” kompnay have not been made only for the box office, but to awaken the sleeping mankind.
Indian film industry is indeed doing a fantabulous job by making movies on subjects which no one likes to touch. Which no one likes to speak about. Not only is it making people aware of the facts n reality, but also lessening the gap that has come between humans.
Mumbai meri jaan for example might appear to some of the audiences as just a a story about the situation after the blasts in Mumbai. I feel that theres more to it, played by actor Paresh Rawal.
The concept of common man has been common in these films. How a common man feels is clearly portrayed by the script. And not only the helplessness of a common man, but also what a common man can do, is depicted. A common man has the strongest power in his hands. Whereas on the contrast, common man feels that he can do nothing. If a common man comes down to doing something, he alone would be sufficient to shake n break all the negativities in the society. What is needed is awareness. Awareness of how to use his powers, so that it goes in a positive direction only, n another Godhra is not created again.
When a common man revolts, a mob of revolutionaries (actively or passively) follow him. This mob should know which direction to take, otherwise it just creates another problem instead of a solution.
Father of the nation Mahatma Gandhi was one such figure who knew how to steer the mob in a positive direction. It doesn’t take any extra powers to become a leader like that. We just need to realize the main motto of our lives, of our revolution. Its not necessary to become a leader. Its not necessary to create disturbances. What is necessary is, to bring a positive change in the society.
Aggression or offensiveness isn’t needed. Calm minds with deeper insights are needed. A clear purpose is needed for a revolution. A revolution which is not aimed at harming, but creating more peace, is needed. For this revolution, one doesn’t have to go n sit on roads. One doesn’t need to protest. One just needs to understand. Understanding their own selves n everyone around them. One needs to be reminded of brotherhood. One needs to be reminded that everyone of us is made of the same tissue n bone. Everyone of us has blood flowing through our veins. Everyone of us is the same creation of God. The first n foremost thing about being alive is, we are similar creation of God. It hurts everyone the same way when some harm is caused. Religion, castes, status, all these are man made things. If everyone around the world is stripped off with the name, religion, money, status etc, we would be the same common man. When at that time we can understand n accept each other,y cant we right now. Why cant we accept that we are one. That its just are ways of living which is different. Why should we do anything which could harm anyone in the world. What would we feel if we were at their place. And we would be, one day or the other.
People who know me say im impractical. I want you all to help me become practical. I want you all to suggest me ways.
Would you help?

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