I love to write, yet I have not turned to the only place where do I write since last so many weeks or months?? I love to live free, yet my alarm always wake me up at 7:00 and after snoozing, I get up at 7:20. I have just read the blog of one of my friends and started feeling how different and yet how similar the lives have become?

But I don’t wish to make this a crib writing, instead I am looking for some solution, something positive. Fine, I am in hustle-bustle but this is me who has choosen this life over other things and I have to manage this, perfect it to the point it could be, correct the mistakes and ease out the pain. But how would it be ?

This is a guest post by my wife. She chooses to put a poem written by her -

एक दिन अचानक यूँ ही सोचा मैंने
काश कही ऐसा होता
इस दुनिया में कोई गम ना होता
कोई प्यासा ना होता
कोई तरसा ना होता
हर होठ पर शबनम और हंसी होती
इस दुनिया में सिर्फ ख़ुशी होती
हर दिल में सिर्फ मोहब्बत होती
नफरत की कोई जगह ना होती;
फिर तभी सोचा मैंने
अगर कही ऐसा होता

Satire on growing regionalism and intolerance in India !

Hey, this is spontaneous. I just bumped to the admin page of my blog and found an amusing pattern which I have always strongly believed in and i.e. the law of stability. I am really not sure, if there is any such rule or physics law which is already in existence, my avid readers can enlighten me, if there is any but I just named it as ‘law of stability’ (If there is not any existing then have I just disovered another law … aha … where’s the Nobel ? …

 
Hey, I am excited. For the first time, I am reading the full manuscript (I believe so !) of Madhushala and falling in deeper love than I have till date. Couldn’t resist te temptation to post in my blog.
Source : kaavyaalaya
मधुशाला
मृदु भावों के अंगूरों की आज बना लाया हाला,
प्रियतम, अपने ही हाथों से आज पिलाऊँगा प्याला,
पहले भोग लगा लूँ तेरा फिर प्रसाद जग पाएगा,
सबसे पहले तेरा स्वागत करती मेरी मधुशाला।।१।
प्यास तुझे तो, विश्व तपाकर पूर्ण निकालूँगा हाला,
एक पाँव से साकी बनकर नाचूँगा लेकर प्याला,
जीवन की मधुता तो तेरे ऊपर कब …

While writing the title, i am suddenly becoming tensed. I don’t know, if my blogs have got any readers as yet, but even for those few ones chances are less that they would be not knowing about this?
I was new to my institute, supposedly introvert and perhpaps good at heart. Like most of the Indian middle class families, have been taught to be good in studies, not to quarrel with anyone and even if someone pokes you, just neglect and all. In short, i was NOT, what i am now …

 
Yeah … i have found new friend,
which is not going to abandon me till i am damned
The nocturnal cigarettes made me creep
And i woke up in the middle of night from my sleep
I have to smoke, i gotta smoke
but i finished the pack in the last one stroke
Should i express how i am feeling,
bumped into my chair, staring the ceiling
If u r a man, you must understand how did it felt
an ache in the heart and a desire under your belt
I am shaking, and my eyes are damp
I am bumped …

A child was born way back in 1983 in a aphotic corner of a big house in completely conservative setup. His mother was not allowed to be out of the house for the fear of ghostly spirits. Irrespective of doctors and nurses, the old daai was preferred to carry out the painful task. The child was born, sweets were distributed all around, huge celebrations because of the child being male. It seemed that child has won the first contest of his life by being male (don’t know though, how ?).
Except …