Saturday, March 28, 2020

Move on...

When love isn't making you feel splendid
When emotions are all flowing down the rapid
When you ask yourself what's going on
Perhaps it's time to move on...

When you can find no reason to talk,
When it soothes to go alone for a walk,
When you find the smiles are gone,
Perhaps it's time to move on...

When you've tried your every bit,
When talks have gone beyond your wit,
When you find it hard to go on,
Perhaps it's time to move on...

What will you do to those sweet days?
The evenings spent and night stays,
Just for the sake of days bygone,
Yes! it's time to move on...

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Baarish bann kar

Mein rakh aaya tha ek shaam tere darpe jo jhumke,
Latakte the wo tere kaanon mein sifaarish banke

Meine lagaa di thi ek keel uss khirkee ke pass,
Jahaan ataki hai sau baar teri chunni guzaarish banke

Teri hayaa ke aage kitne phoolon ne dam toda hai,
Kitni baar dabe hain teri kitaabon mein khwahish banke

Jab haath thaama tha hamesha ke liye kahaan socha tha,
Unn ki lakeerein aa jaayengi beech mein saazish banke

Ya Mausam bheega hai, Ya aankhon mein nami hai,
Koi laut aaya hai sheher mein baarish banke...

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Sunday, March 15, 2020

Fables with a different end!

So, this is about my interactions with my 3-year-old daughter.

Stories rule the world. The way we learn, think, act and express are all governed heavily by the stories we hear, the stories we believe in and the stories we tell ourselves.

There is a lot of what we imagine that comes from what we see and how we interpret it. We all know and accept that based on our cultural orientation and personality type we have the ability to perceive the same scene in a surprisingly different way. With kids, it is interesting to see some natural orientation in action as well, some things that they are born with. And it’s also interesting to know how quickly they get influenced by the external factors — parent relationships, television, other kids.

Recently, I was telling the tale of the tiger and the mouse. The one in which, towards the end, mouse helps the tiger by cutting the net that tiger falls in to. One of the thoughts I wanted to drive home was of treating all beings with respect and to be honest, not mess with the household Ants she is fond of smashing. Might is right in the wild. But weak have right too —what is culture, if not this.

Sorry for the digression, but here is what happened after I revealed the climax, “The mouse and the tiger become friends and play happily ever after”. Keshavi (my 3 yo daughter) wasn’t satisfied with the end.

She asked, “What happened to the hunter”?

I was puzzled. Still thinking about how to respond to that. She was contemplative, with a frozen stare in the air. Waiting for me to answer.

After a few seconds, I replied “Nothing! the hunter just goes back to the city”.

She was not happy.

She still struggles to form new sentences. Particularly multiple complex ones like in a story. However, almost instantly she cooked up her own version of it and presented in the broken sentences with a very funny use of tenses.

Can’t recall the exact phrases but the essence was that the hunter needs to be punished. So, the Tiger and the mouse gang up to kill the Hunter… bang! bang! bang!

Startled, I resented, “No! Why do you want to kill the hunter.”

I don’t think she replied in a way I could comprehend. “Why?” is anyways the last thing humans learn to ask and answer, unfortunately. But, she was clear that the hunter had to suffer. And she quickly moved on to other distractions in life, the joy of being a kid. While I was stuck wondering where did this come from. It wasn’t difficult to smell the influence of Cartoon Network and Pogo.

All stories repeatedly create a divide between good and bad in our mind, all the time. There are very few that fall in the greys. Very few that don’t end, or end abruptly. Very few that you wish weren’t. I feel those are very important stories to be told. I want to find and tell more such stories and keep it real for her. Imagining alternative ends is a great exercise.


Saturday, March 14, 2020

Umeed-o-Yaas (2011)

Aisa na ho chaak ye seene se bhi gehra nikale,
Jise ret ka sahil samjha wo sehra nikle...

Ya hum rahein apne hi ishq ki lau ke kayal
Aur wahan unns ki kehkashaan nikale...

Kisko maalum hai maraasim mera tumhara
Aarzi ulfat nikle ya chahat ki dastaan nikale...

Yun lagaa li hai kaleje se ye pechidaa uljhan
Kab deed-o-guftaar ho to koi raasta nikle...

Sunday, March 8, 2020

At the crossroads... (2009)

Life is again at the crossroads,
I'm halfway from the safe abode, 
Swinging between hope and despair,
No one to notice no one to care,

When I started to tread, I was supreme,
Don't know when my sword lost its gleam,
Angels vanished, friends disappeared,
All that's happening, I couldn't have feared,

I dared, I gave in, I fought, I prayed,
I won, I lost but storms stayed 
Coz storms never cease to tease
The new sailors, at the old seas

But, it is kinda difficult to fight
When you are led by lightening not light
A flash here, a flash there,
This battle of love just leads nowhere,

The story revolves round the basic plot,
She loves me, She loves me not,
I am lost and alone but that's fine,
I know I ll find a silver line...

Do leave a line for the poet if you like it.

Puraane Chiraag

Ye kisne puraane chirag roshan kiye
Deewar pe fir kuchh saaye nazar aate hain

Maazi ki kitaab mein dabe sookhe gulaab
Chaand ki roshni mein surkh nazar aate hain

Kuchh yaadein mehka jaati hain zehen ko
Kuchh kirdaar tasweer se nikal aate hain

Nazar Nazar se kar leti thi dil ki baatein
Aariz-o-lab yuhiin guzarish mein nikhar aate hain

Jab se band kiya hai sitaron ko takna
Aaj bhi jugnu ban ke din mein nikal aate hain

Mere chashm ko hai teri talab itni…
Ashq khud hi teri talaash mein nikal aate hain

Chhoot jaate hain humsafar kuchh peechhe …
Fir zindagi mein kabhi wo aage nazar aate hain…


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Baadal ... (2013)

--
rewritten

Judte hain, bichhadte hain, baras jaate hain,
Chalo hum koi baadal bann jaate hain...

Girte hain, sambhalte hain, chhalak jaate hain
Chalo hum maye ka sagar bann jaate hain

Haste hain, rote hain, Tadap jaate hain
Chalo hum koi pagal bann jaate hain

Tapte hain, jhulaste hain, pighal jaate hain
Chalo hum maa ka aanchal bann jaate hain

--
original 

Judte hain bichhadte hain baras jaate hain,
Chalo hum koi badal bann jaate hain…

Raat bhar dekha karein aankhon mein jaam,
Bin piye jhoomein pagal bann jaate hain

Saath mil ke chalein judaa rahon par
Kisi dariya ka saahil bann jaate hain

Ghum ka paimaane se kar lein hisaab
Bazm-e-maye ka saagar bann jaate hain

Muskurahatein sooni hain aankhein hain namm
Chalo hum maa ka aanchal bann jaate hain…




Pal do pal ke rishte ... (2006)

Ae khuda tu apne bando ko sataata kyun hai
Ek pal ke liye hi deni hai khushi to hasaata kyun hai

Jin rishton ka astitva ho nahi sakta
Un rishton ko parvaan chadhaata kyun hai

Jo saathi bichhar jaenge agle mod pe
Saari raah fir unse milaata kyun hai

Kuchh kar nahi sakta to khuda kehlata kyun hai
Aisi hi banani thi duniya to banaata kyun hai


Saturday, March 7, 2020

Gar apna sheher hota...

Jaane kab uthega unnke rukh se parda...
Hawaon se karwa dete gar apna sheher hota...

Benoor lag rahi hai har mehfil tere bin...
Hum chaand tangwa dete gar apna sheher hota...

Mayeqade to hain yahan bhi wahan bhi thhe..
Chand log nazar aate gar apna sheher hota

Ghir hi jaate hain sukhan bheed se har sheher mein
Tum tab bhi yaad aate gar apna sheher hota...

Aur bhi hain... (2015)

Mein ye soch kar baitha raha tanhayi mein
Mehfil mein mujhse behtar jawaan aur bhi hain

Sochta tha tumhe chand sitaron tak le chaloon...
Suna hai sitaron ke aage jahan aur bhi hain...

Lagta tha kuchh hi to hain armaan baaqi
Kehte hain yahan hi nahin wahan aur bhi hain...

Ek khat jalaa ke wo karta hai mujhe bhoolne ki koshish...
Meri shayari ke bazaar mein deewaan aur bhi hain...

Ujjwal ek lutee huyi mehfil ka ghum na kar
Chal hajj pe jaane wale kaarwaan aur bhi hain

Driving in Mumbai (2010)

The odometer of my new bike reads seven thousand today. My new Yamaha FZ-16 is ten months old now but I still like to call it new. It’s been for almost six thousand kilometers that I’ve been writing this blog in my mind. So it has six thousand kilometers of thought. At the risk of digressing, I think that’s an innovative measure for thought. And people who travel from Borivali to Churchgate daily, can meter over 60 kilometers of thinking every day. That’s huge. Argghh! anyway, I started this post to rant about the unsaid driving rules in Mumbai. So here they are:

1. There is plenty of space at the left (and top, but bikes are technologically challenged to fly) : No matter how long the queue of buses and cars be at the signal - the bikewalas will always get a free stream at the extreme left. You can also drive on footpaths, but I will not respect you then.

2. Above 60kmph you are leaving everyone behind. The average speed of traffic on the highway is less than sixty. So if you can maintain anything above that you are flying past everyone.

3. If you follow the lane discipline, you’ll be honked.

4. If you respect the signal unnecessarily, you’ll be honked. And ninety percent of the times it is unnecessary to stop at the red signal. Actually Signal doesn’t tell you to GO or STOP (see picture), it’s subjective to the presence of traffic police or traffic itself and is often democratically decided by co-drivers.

5. Even at 12 am on a regular day, you may find a traffic Jam.

6. Honking is fun, time pass, habit and everything but useful - Those who honk have no purpose, and those who walk on the road don’t listen to it anyway. Sometimes I have to turn back and stare at someone to make him realize he is honking unnecessarily. Honking is as involuntary as clicking refresh on windows desktop. You just do that without need or without any thought. (I really miss that on my Mac.) It’s my personal entertainment to stare people to correction. Surprisingly, dippers work too, but isn’t in vogue yet.

7. Never believe a Ricky. If you haven’t read this yet, Ricky is a Rickshaw-wala. Like TV-Ads they popup any time from anywhere. They have no fixed direction and can suddenly take a U-turn right when you are trying to overtake. I detest them. The best day of my driving life was when Mumbai Rickshawalas were on strike. I am purely lucky that I haven’t banged into one yet. There have a lot of close escapes though. At least fifty percent of Mumbai traffic problems are due to them.

8. BEST rules: Never mess with a BEST bus. They rule the roads. If bikes and cars are like ‘aam-aadmi’ (common man NOT mango man) BEST buses are like mighty politicians and rickies are like roadside hooligans. Both break rules in their own way.

People, in general, don’t have any patience. They are involuntarily in a haste, running a race, with everyone else. Is it a part of their struggle for survival? Maybe. But most of the time they can be corrected with a stare - means they are good at heart and they know they are wrong - or maybe I am daunting (fun-intended).

This was meant to be a mean rant. But I guess I am too bad at being mean or ranting. Or maybe I need a few more kilometers of thinking.

Friday, March 6, 2020

Kamm hi hoti hai... (2020)

Labon ki baat hai, keh do, nigahon se mat samjhaao
Dar se laut jaane walon ki khabar kamm hi hoti hai

Baad mein mat poochhna ki phool kahaan rakhne hain
Har roz jalne walon ki Qabr kamm hi hoti hai

Pyaar karne walon ko nahi araam shab-o-roz
Aag pe chalne walon ko sabr kamm hi hoti hai

Aashiq kahan kiya karte hain maut ki bhi izzat...
Baar baar aane walon ki Kadr kamm hi hoti hai...

Kos ke thoda ro lena... (2011)

Aaj fir waada tha milne ka ussi jagah,
Aaj fir wo gulaab zulfon mein piro lena

Aaj fir milne aana chhup chhup ke mujhse
Aaj fir mujhe apni baahon mein dubo lena

Aaj fir chaha tha tumhari shiqayat door karna,
Aaj fir apni chaahat mein tumko bheego lena...

Aaj fir mein bejhijhak tumko dekhta rahun,
Aaj fir tum meri nigaahon mein kho lena...

Aaj fir chalna mere saath sunsaan raaston par
Aaj fir mere kaandhe pe sar rakh ke so lena

Aaj fir socha tha poore karunga kuchh sapne
Aaj fir tumhe khushi ke aansuo mein bhigo dena

Aaj fir mein wada nahi nibha paaya
Aaj fir mujhe kos ke thoda ro lena...


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