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क्यूँ कर इंसान इतना ग़ुरूर करता है

अपनी हैसियत से ऊँचा अपना क़द करता है

क्यूँ कर गुमान की उड़ान भरता है

बिन पंख का परवाज़ औंधे मुँह गिरता है

क्यूँ कर असलियत से ऑंख फेरता है

ये ग़लतफ़हमी ज़िंदगी को फ़ना करता है

क्यूँ कर वो औक़ात में नहीं रह पाता है

सँभल जा अहमक के वक़्त पल में बदल जाता है

ज़िंदगी बेलुत्फ होती जा रही है

हिना बे रंग होती जा रही है

बेहासिल हर दशीश हो रही है

रेत मुट्ठी से फिसलती जा रही है

बोझिल निगाह झुकी जा रही है

मंजरें लघज़ीश होती जा रही है

हम मुतमईन थे के कई हमारे बैठे हैं।

क्या खबर थी ये मेरे ही सहारे बैठे हैं।

दर्द से इजतेराब हो हाथ बढ़ाया हमने

थामने वाले खुद आँख मींचे बैठे हैं।

कुर्बते हमसफर की इंटेहान तो देखिये

कितने ही फासले खुद मे समेटे बैठे हैं।

कुदरत का नायाब तोहफा है ज़िंदगी

जन्म से होती है आगाज ये ज़िंदगी

नए कपड़े, धमाके और मिठाइयाँ

कुछ के लिए यही मायने है ज़िंदगी

जब मिले मौका बादल डालो  ज़िंदगी

आखिकार तुम्हारी ही है, ये ज़िंदगी

बहुत उम्मीद से ताकती है  ज़िंदगी

जो दोगे वही लौटाएगी ये ज़िंदगी

उठा फारसा मजबूत कर बुनियादे ज़िंदगी

वरना, आखिरी दम तक हिसाब मांगेगी ये ज़िंदगी

What a wonderful relationship it is! Encompassing all the divinity and humanity in itself. Boundless and limitless.

I have often heard my friends narrate their stories of their childhood. Some quoting that their mother was very busy and hardly had any time for them. More often I wonder if their mother was really that busy or did they miss understanding her care. But, I must admit , I am one of those lucky daughters who has been pampered, and taken care of every moment of life. My mother has been a mentor, a teacher, a guide, philosopher and the most important a true friend, a soul mate. She has been the one who showed me the way in life, helped me tread on it. She heard the unspoken, conveyed the unsaid, averted the worst and prayed for the best.

Her pure love made me realize that I could be loved as me. It inculcated a confidence that I could naturally be me always. That was the first great step in the journey of life. Inculcating the confidence to carry on as self is the best gift of parents to the child, and I am proud I was blessed to receive this gift.

I have enjoyed every moment being her daughter and I have respected her as none else in the universe.

Be it moments of pain or moments of pleasure, be it anytime she has always been there to share. To share the laugh or wipe the tears. Every time I turned for someone to support or help I found her there waiting for me. Ready to render her hand. Its inexplicable, how easily she could turn every situation into an occasion to be enjoyed, to be learnt.

How dearly I pray that God, give me strength and wisdom to be like her. If I am able to imbibe even an iota of her virtues, my daughter too, will one day be proud to have a mother so good.

ज़िंदा हूँ तेरी नियामत हो

ज़िंदगी मे तेरी रहमत हो

तू भी फिक्रमंद है मेरे लिए

ये किस तरह साबित हो

न हो परेशान न पशेमान हो

न अपनी बेकसी पे हैरान हो

मंजूरे खुदा ही आखिरकार होता है

हर शख्स को ये ताकीद हो।

दुआ करते हैं फारसा करते हैं

हाथ जोड़ के मिन्नते करते हैं

बदी को टालना है बेकार

जो हो सो तेरे ही मुताबिक हो

उसका हिसाब किताब अलग ही है

हमारे रियाजी से

हर ज़र्रा कायनात मे

इस हक़ीक़त से मुखातिब हो

घड़ी भर को चमको

जुगनू की तरह चमको तो सही

दश्त भीगे न भीगे

इक बूंद के जैसे बरसो तो सही

आसमा हो रसाई से परे

परिंदे के मानिंद उड़ो तो सही

कोई हस्ती न सही

अपने आप मे मिसाल बनो तो सही

We have often reveled in the richness of our culture. I have ofttimes heard how special a woman is from various corners.

The poets have beautifully depicted the subtlety of her emotions. The Religion has gone a step further by personifying the earth the river etc.. as mother earth, mother river and so on. Even the goddesses, idolized, prayed, revered and respected are termed as divine mother. (Flathering though but I am not sure how the goddess may feel about it.) So, by all means the motherhoold has a privilege , pleasure and pain as the sole proprietary of a woman.

There are several other roles, As a sister, a daughter a wife, that have been exalted, praised and lauded, The role of wife is very crucial. A wife is expected to switch over to variety of roles to cater to the needs of the family. Men on the other hand were deemed protectors of women for being their mother, sister daughter wife…..(courtesy Manu)

What an ideal situation. Each taking care of the other in the best possible way.TOTAL BLISS. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how it should have been. But the present scenario catapults you to a slaughterous reality. You wake up with a rude shock. Everything, the so called culture professed for us was a fraud of its ultimate kind. The society had chiseled, cheated and deliberately tricked the ladies under the intentional deceitful pretences.

The whole of Benaras and Mathura is a witness to the plight of the widows.

Sri Ram deserted his wife despite an agni pariksha. But why an agni Pariksha at all…is a debatable topic.

Lord Krishna had 16000 gopis, why at all…

The emotions of Draupadi were mocked by offering her as an object to the five brothers.

Kunti’s chastity were put to humiliation by depicting her as a virgin mother.

Every story, every incidence has been loud and clear in its message. Women folk has been betrayed always.

It is high time we create a status, place for ourselves. Its high time we treat ourselves as HUMANS.

Of the 717 crores of population in the world as of today, it was certainly not possible for the almighty to make everyone special. As the laws of probability would have it I too ended up being an ordinary being, Very ordinary indeed. Not on any one occasion but at several instances and many a times I was made aware of the fact, sometimes very subtly, sometimes funnily sometimes rudely. But the feeling of being ‘superly ordinary’ always stayed with me.

Once I came across a presentation comparing the sizes of milky way and then the solar systems, suns, planets, and then us….. For a moment I felt joyed, ’after all, everyone was tiny when compared to the magnitude of the Universe. How ordinary everyone else was. For a fleeting moment I was happy, wickedly happy.

But to be honest somewhere at the back of the mind I knew I was at the end of the queue. Nevertheless the life is still been a source of joy,delight and good experiences......

I am so excited to start this blog. A space of my own. A place to pour my thoughts. Some very funny, some deadly serious, some serenely peaceful and so on…

I am not sure if this is going to be a venture like a flash of lightening, shone momentarily and then gone forever or will it stay eternally like the bliss of life to be nurtured caressed and grow.