Saturday 31 January 2015

You who have slept under ceilings painted by others, know not the grandeur of the starry skies.

Wednesday 28 January 2015

मुझे ज़िन्दगी की सच्चाई तब पता चली जब रास्ते में पड़े फूलों ने कहा, दूसरों को ख़ुशबू देने वाले अक्सर यूँ ही कुचले जाते है।

Thursday 22 January 2015

Put yourself in others' shoes, if it hurts you it probably hurts them too.

Tuesday 20 January 2015

दूसरों को हैं जानते मगर खुद को पहचाना नहीं,
छोटी सी है बात मगर सबने इसे माना नहीं ।
- Source: Kavi sammelan (Youtube)

Monday 19 January 2015

I am..

They call me elegant, they call me pretty,
They call me canny, they call me witty,
I tell I do not fit that fashion model's size,
They say I am telling lies,
The curve of my waist and the bulk of my hips,
The charm on my cheek and the towing gravity of my eyes,
This is all that appeals the world's fancies,
I am exceptionally a woman, or merely a woman.

I walk into the room, just as cool as you please,
I have the tolerance to bear the obnoxious blames,
I have the valor to invade their reins,
I have my stand, and I seldom bend,
I never weep in the solitude, unlike the trend,
My power is exceptional, that's how I am rational,
I am exceptionally a woman, or merely a woman.

Saturday 17 January 2015

On the Street

(This is purely a fiction)
The morning sun had just started beaming and emitting soothing warmth. It was a Sunday morning in January. The dew drops were almost dry by now.

It was a crowded street. The air was dusty, since the sweeper hadn't finished sweeping the street yet. I was 8 and was accompanied by my father, who held my hand and we started to walk upwards the slant unpaved narrow lane. At the origin of the lane was a Hanuman temple. The gentle sound of the priest chanting morning prayers and ringing of bells alongside by the devotees waned as we distanced from the temple. 

The lane was occupied on both sides by vegetable vendors. Some were sprinkling water on their vegetables to keep them afresh. The water that fell on the floor produced a soft fragrance of the soil. The smell of onions and garlic was spread across. The vendors were cited repeating with ardor, rates of the vegetables they had for sale. The intermediate voice of the weighing scales and their weights was inter mingled with theirs.

People kept rushing across in the wee hour of the morning, and some others stopped to buy the vegetables.

The jingle of an old lady vendor's green glass bangles over her sagged skin was apparent, while she was arguing with one of the buyers who seemed to be bargaining the rates. Another vendor was shooing away a brown cow which was trying to satisfy its appetite with the leafy vegetables he kept for sale.

As we moved ahead, three children nearly 5-6 years old, were running haphazardly quarreling over a blue paper kite, and occupied most part of the lane. I incidentally stepped into a puddle of mud that appeared from the middle of nowhere!

As their voice faded, we came close to a shop that served snacks. I could sniff the fragrance of fresh samosas being fried. It was a small shop, with discolored walls, a cook busy frying samosas in a black kadhai (utensil) and piling them onto the giant plate to his right. Another one was preparing tea, letting the tea to drop from a height back to the vessel to add flavor. Four or five men were chit-chatting while being seated on brown colored stools kept out there, sipping their tea and eating the samosas. For the time until we walked past the shop, the heat of the stove helped us feel warm on that chilly winter morning. A few feet away, the cool breeze could be felt again. We returned home after buying our vegetables. 

If observed closely, this busy street wraps a whole town in itself. 

Thursday 15 January 2015

Once upon a time your biggest troubles were a lost eraser or a broken pencil. Hence, it's you yourself who has magnified your troubles. 

Monday 12 January 2015

तेरे गिरने में तेरी हार नहीं, क्योंकि तू आदमी है अवतार नहीं।

Sunday 11 January 2015

A wise man talks because he has something to say; a fool talks because he has to say something.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass ... it's about learning to dance in the rain!

Saturday 10 January 2015

Thursday 8 January 2015

Lakhs of matchsticks can be made out of one tree, but only one matchstick is enough to ignite lakhs of trees (rest is self explanatory)

Wednesday 7 January 2015

The greatest pleasure is in doing what other people say you can't.


Saturday 3 January 2015

ना सीखी होशियारी...

होशियारी मिलती नहीं बाज़ार में,
समझदारी बिकती नहीं दुकान पे,
मिले ग़र दुनियादारी का ठेकेदार,
हम होंगे उसके पहले खरीददार|

Friday 2 January 2015

Make Space for Negativity

Since the advent of my website, or since I read Rhonda Bryne's The Secret, I had been writing much about positiveness.

Well, its the time for me to say a partial NO to this thought. This does not imply I myself am turning negative. But I discovered lately that injecting too many positive thoughts onto yourself, at times, can be suffocating. They may not match with the reality and can be illusionary.

Although, thinking about only the negative aspects can lead to discontentment. Nevertheless, these aspects may inspire us to attain the unattainable, or at least accepting the situations as they are. In such case, we may need to break the emotional barrier and think the other way round, or look for the probable solutions instead of believing that merely a positive mindset can act as the ultimate magician.

The key is, not to loose hope (remember, as they say, hope can move mountains) but to maintain a balance between possibilities and positivities!

Thursday 1 January 2015

नव वर्ष की शुभकामनाएँ

साल तो बहुत आए बहुत गए,
आशा है ये साल बीते हुए हर साल से खूबसूरत हो जाए,
लिए सभी के प्रति सौहाद्र और सुकून कि भावनाएँ |

सबका जीवन बेहतर स्वास्थ्य और हर्ष से भर आए,
पूर्ण हो हर जन की मनोकामनाएँ,
नव वर्ष की सबको शुभकामनाएँ |