A Nine-gated Palace

Have you ever felt the smell of time? Do you remember the fragrances of vine? Past, which will never come back But will always be there with us awake Do you remember the smell of that afternoon when birds used to sing and croon Do you remember the smell of that tree under which you sat free And waited for your rickshaw puller because that day school was fun  & at the same time hectic and fuller Slowly reaching your sweet home, as it was too hot a day for  rickshaw puller  to pull it alone There were other mates also sitting in it And it smelled like a nest full of birds  chirping gloriously in the jungle of concrete And then suddenly comes a huge cloud  and embraces sun like a lover hug's and behaving himself as a smug Abruptly ambience started smelling good I was floating in the glory of cloud's hood It was a mirage & was misunderstood The sun was indeed very str...

I know a female who shared this story with me and I expanded it as a thought, a thought to be considered as it is related to future youth.  My Friend is married with two sons and she also 'claims' that her husband is very loving, loyal, efficient, caring, independent & trustworthy. Sometimes I feel funny when she lists so many qualities of her husband. How can a human being have so many qualities that too when his first name is HUSBAND! :) Anyways here we are not concerned about husband. Idea is to give a thought to youth and future brigade. Let's give a name to my friend, lets say her Gauri. Hmm! Seems I like the name. So, one day Gauri went to a toyshop in a nearby market to buy some gift for her kid's friend. After looking at many gifts she could barely decide on a stuffed toy for the kid's friend. The lady sitting on the shop had very small eyes, reminded her instantly of Bollywood actress #Sridevi, portraying hugely b...

वो झिलमिलाती हंसी वो आँखों में शरारत वो नन्हे हाथॊ से मुझे छूना , वो छोटी छोटी उंगलीयो से मेरे गालॊन को सहलाना वो तेरा तेज़ी से दौड़ना और मेरे ऊपर Jump लगाना ! वो तेरे ढेरॊन सवाल और उनके  मुश्किल जवाब वो तेरा Toys के लिए मचलना वो तेरा टीवी के लिए रोना वो तेरा चॉकलेट के लिए झीकना वो तेरा घूमने जाने के लिए मनाना वो तेरा लेटेस्ट फ़िल्मी गाने गाना वो तेरा TV में देखके Dance Copy करना ! वो तेरा हमेशा अपनी पसंद के कपढ़े निकाल कर पहनना और सारी अलमारी खराब कर देना वो तेरे मीठे बातें बनाना और उन्हें बार बार सुनाना वो बड़े भाई से लड़ना और फिरउसी के साथ खेलना ! यह सब कुछ सालों में खो जाने है, और तुझे एक समझदार और परिपक्व इंसान बन जाना है ! पर मैं वहीं हूँ  अभी जब तीन साल पहले तुमने आकर मेरा घर खुशबू से भर दिया था ! मैं हमेशा यहीं रहूंगी इन् नन्हे कदमॊ के साथ इन् प्यारी बातों के साथ इन् नन्ही  उंगलियों के साथ इन् शरारती आँखों में इस छोटे से आलिंगन में सदा ही ! ...

I write what I feel. I write what I dream. My thoughts can't make you happy, but can tell you who am I ! Life will be an alien if it is a thoughtless, wordless process. Life comes to a halt when there are no words to share, words, which are coming from brain and going straight to heart.  Once there was a small kid of age 4 who most of the time kept on scribbling something or the other on paper. He used to do it on daily basis. He wrote many pages in few months and neatly kept those pages in a file. One day his mother thought that I should also see what my intelligent kid is writing on paper. She went to his room secretly, as he might object to her intrusion. She opened the file and saw the papers in front of him. She was shocked and at the same time amused to see no words. He was just moving pen in different directions and thus making beautiful designs out of it. It seemed some arabic or any other language for that matter. They were beautifu...

Today is Green day in my 5 year old son's school. I sen him in green attire with green vegetables and fruits. then I went to the local park for a walk. I felt like nature is contributing its bit today on this Green Day in his school. That mesmerizing smell of plants and wet mud always haunt me. Since our childhood days we only knew one color green and that is of our national Tricolor Flag, though we were surrounded with green as well. As if that green color is giving a strong sense of freedom to live and breathe, the breeze was very pleasant and exuberant and I felt like picking my car and go for a long drive.  But then thanks to globalization & hike in petrol prizes because of which I keep myself at home. Not even me, others are also avoiding long drive. I am sure my long drive will change to a long crawl in the traffic jams on Ring road or Gurgaon - Jaipur highway. Well ! this is an irony that such a beautiful weather will be wasted because of car population blast. So I ...

I wonder how beautiful were the days when there were few very good programes on TV, by some accomplished theatre personalities. We were plainly lucky. We used to wait for Nukkad, Dekh bhai dekh, Hum log, Buniyaad, Malgudi days & unforgettable Kaliganj ki Bahu. These are way ahead of today's chotu bahu, baire piya, balika vadhu,na aana iss des mein lado,kumkum etc. They dont even deserve a capital letter ovation in my vocabulary.These soaps has turned their attention from kitchen politics to social issues and the treatment they give to these issues screw the whole process. Don't understand what our children will learn. Now Date rape,Child marriage,dowry deaths and few more evils not worth mentioning has entered our drawing rooms.People learn HOW TO BURN A DAUGHTER IN LAW, and what all is required to burn her. Sometimes I think about people who regularly watch these serials.WHAT KIND OF MINDSET THEY ARE DEVELOPING. These are serial killers of our senses and dignity. And ...