Author Archives: Saurabh

नादान बादल…!!!

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मुंडेर पर बैठे, यूँ ही बिखरे बादलों को देख कर ज़हन में एक ख्याल उतर आया….

बिखरे बिखरे बादल, सर्दी की धूप में कैसे सुहाने लगते हैं…

भिन्न भिन्न आकारों में, कभी खड़े, कभी लेटे, तो कभी दौड़ते नज़र आते हैं…

अभी कोई नही पूछता इनको… सब धूप में मगन हैं…

बस कुछ दिन और… ये बादल फिर लोटेंगे…

कुछ दिनों में पानी भर लाएँगे ये….

और बस पानी ही इनका रंग बदल देगा….

यही बादल अपना रंग बदल लेंगे…

गुरूर में… कि देखो, अब हम पानी वाले हो गये हैं…

पानी का गुरूर… शायद काफ़ी पढ़ाई की है इन बादलों ने…

तभी तो “ऱहिमन पानी रखिए, बिन पानी सब सून” को इतनी शिद्दत्त से निभाते हैं….

नादान बादल…

पानी तो बरस जाएगा…. फिर?

कौन पूछेगा इनको बिना पानी के….

नादान बादल…

हम इंसानो से ही कुछ सीख लेते….

हम तो ना बदले बादल, तुम तो सीख लो…!!!

नादान बादल...!!!

You would be gone…

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September 13th 2011

Today when I reach home, you would be gone. Good that you would be gone when I am not there otherwise I would not have let you leave me. 2006 January is when destiny brought us together. And we have been together ever since. I am surely gonna miss you.

For all these years we have spent together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the moments we have shared together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the meals we have had together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the Roadside Teas we have had together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the accidents and bruises we have had together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the bruises you have had and saved me, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the romantic moments we have had together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the rains we have felt together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the dreams we have seen and cherished together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the miles we have cruised together, I am surely gonna miss you…
For all the times you have carried me, I am surely gonna miss you…

No words to express the feelings. But you had to go. I did not get your cover this year and somehow felt that this is the end of our relation. All these years, when I started for office, you used to be there holding my hand. And you would still hold my hand when I returned back home. No matter how bad my day used to be, you never left my hand.

But I did… I left your hand off late. Just touched and felt your presence. Doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you. You were and would always be there in my heart and a part of my life wherever you are…

Your space would miss you. When I walk by out of my house, I shall miss you.

Somehow you were not willing to leave me, I feel. Everyone in the household tried to decide your fate but God wanted me to take that tough decision. The final say. Two people wanted you. Willing to pay for you… Yes I sold you… Sold you and now am gonna miss you… One of those two (Ranjan)  was speaking to dad and the other(Nagender) called in between that he wanted you. Dad called me for my decision and I said hold on. Let Nagender have you cuz he is the trusted one and known to us for over a decade. But God had His own will. Dad, dunno why (must be for some reason known only to the Almighty) said yes to Ranjan, though I had asked him not to finalise. Only did he realise moments later what he had done. Now since it was said… The words had been said… There was no way that I could overrule that. The tough one was how to convince Nagender. Almost 90 minutes of discussion and finally my hands folded in front of him convinced him somehow. Poor fellow. I am sure he would realise later that whatever happened, happened for good. So there you go… All to Mr. Ranjan Sarkar. Your new partner. I am thankful to God that He let me support Dad’s words.

There you go my Discover… Forever… Stay Blessed… I am not sure how will he take care of yours. I know whenever we went for your service, whatever weather it may be, it would rain immediately after the service. It was just like I have bathed my pet and there she goes back in mud. Be the same, always.

Material possessions.

As someone once said ~ “Treasure your relationships, not your possessions”

Here I am, treasuring and preserving the relationship we had for all these years.

Miss you always my DL8S AC 6087…

बरसात की बूँदें

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बरसात की बूँदों के स्पर्श ने एहसास दिलाया
की मैं अपना बचपन दूर कहीं छोड़ आया

दिन – महीने – साल बीत चुके हैं
नहीं याद बरसात में खुद को कब भीगाया

इस भीड़ में खुद की पहचान बनाते बनाते
शायद मैं खुद को ही कहीं खो आया

फ़नकारा-ए-ग़म – सलमा आगा

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फ़नकारा-ए-ग़म – सलमा आगा

आज ऑफीस की सीढ़ियाँ चढ़ते हुए ये गज़ल सुनी तो बस जी भर आया…

शायद उनका आख़िरी हो ये सितम….
शायद उनका आख़िरी हो ये सितम….
हर सितम ये सोच कर हम सह गये…
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खुद को भी हमने मिटा डाला मगर…..
फ़ांसले जो दरमियाँ थे रह गये…..
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क्या दर्द था सलमा जी की आवाज़ में. एक अजीब सा नशा. कम ही बनते हैं ऐसे फनकार दुनिया में…

अल्लाह उनकी रूह को सलामत रखे…

New Edition and Addition in house and family…

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The feeling of driving your own car…!!!
I experienced that today… Though it is more like a gift from dad (just like everything else in my life is), yet the feeling is nothing lesser. Just looks like a small toy and a small baby in the family. Everyone would take extra care of it.
The decision of bringing home this baby was all unanimous, though after a lots of confusion between its sibling and a rival. The color choice was my better half’s though. And my poor dad was not happy after seeing the car LIVE before we finalised the color (well it was not our fault that he was staring at a different color than we were telling him to). But was overwhelmed when he saw the color at the time of delivery.
He has his own feelings… 40 years of job… Did nothing for himself… He has lived his life for us, the family. He is retiring next year and has now spent a good amount on this little baby. How selfless his love is… He would himself walk couple of miles just to save a small sum but would spend endless for our comfort… And how we treat our parents… (Just because we think it is generation gap). He has been carrying a small horn that he had bought on his one and only trip abroad to singapore some 26 years back, thinking that some day, he would be able to afford a car… But Lo, the horn can afford only 6V battery as against the 12V in the new baby. He was a little disappointed by not getting his share of stuff on the new baby.
There comes the Panditji. Looking at the way he performed the Vehicle Poojan today, we were just mesmerized because he has grown in his profession well. He is the same person who could not recite a single Aarti without looking at a book just less than a year back. Experience does make you perfect, sir…
The eyes in the neighbourhood keep peeping over their shoulders either from their kitchen or from inside their cars on the way back home. Few extended happiness and best wishes.
The world has shrunk, I realise… Happiness sharing has become more of an E-Event… with us using gadgets to just publically announce the arrival of a new vehicle and friends wish you electronically… Where have the days gone when we would gather together and say “saale, 20 hazar ka scooter le liya, aur 100 rupaye ki treat dene mein marta hai”. Miss those years when friends would drive down on the cycles to see the scooters or bikes and then beg for a ride… I remember my scooter being taken for a ride by friends and the associated feeling of fear in my mind at that time, “Kamino, papa ne dekh liya na haath nahi lagane denge scooter ko dobara, choro ise”…
Nostalgic……………………..
Getting late now… Office in the morning… Sleep honey, sleep…
Welcome home, my Chevy-Spark and Ol d best to us….
Good Nyt Frenz….
Sleeping beauty on my left… MUUAAH to you… will u read this????
Missed you a lot today, honey… Helpless, though… you know, there are times when family HAS to be together. and at such times, when either is helpless, rest of us miss him/her and feel incomplete… Every moment, post today afternoon was just like that… waiting every moment for you…
Love you a lot…
Good Nytiii….