Monday, January 08, 2007

Yesterday, I met her


Kal, main mila us se

Us se milna
Kanwal jaisa
Ansuon ke talab mein
Khilti
Khushi jaisa

Us se milna
Chand jaisa
Mann ke andheron mein
Ugti
Paak roshni jaisa

Us se milna
Azal jaisa
Zindagi ki kitaab mein
Aate
Akhiri harf jaisa


Yesterday, I met her

To meet her
Like lotus
Blossoming
Like a smile
In a pond of tears

To meet her
Like moon
Rising
Like the light of faith
In the darkness of heart

To meet her
Like death
Coming
Like the last word
In the book of life

Happy New Year *updated*

Hmmm…let the new year roll on, m ready for it.

First Sunday and we met for the first time this year. But won’t tell u all the details ;) will skim through the day instead. We met at the C.P. metro station, outside the Café Coffee Day outlet. Half an hour later than planned because of me lazy bum taking too much time to get going. I hate myself for this habit.

Went back to the Delhi University campus, where she’d been waiting for me since morning. Spent most of the time at the Nirula’s outlet, cos we’d nothing specific in mind. I’d gone there with high hopes of seeing the CRL (Central Reference Library) rooftop café, where she spends much of her afternoons these days, sipping lemon tea and reading Dryden, Swift or Keats. Such precious image i’d in mind of that place. And to think of, it’s just a rooftop, government half-canteen, that too only for the research scholars and staff members there. Anyways, didn’t get to see that even. It was closed on Sunday!

Well, lucky me, at the Nirula’s we did nothing except sitting lazily, sharing her photographs of trips previously made, to Darjeeling and where? Forgot! Actually, I forget everything else when she’s around!!!

From there we went again to the C.P. Metro to meet Sach and Lizie. Sach, as you might know is my soul-friend and Gudiya is Amul’s that is, my best friend’s and consequently our sister. Gudiya means a doll in Hindi and she’s literally a sweet, gold-hearted doll :) Waise, I call her Lizie, from the Disney serial Lizie Mcguire and I’m her Gordo.

Then, we went to Gurudwara, Shri Bangla Sahib. Gurudwara’s are the Sikh places of worship. I went there for the first time. It was always there in the middle of C.P., but was destined to see me first time with my love only. Good. Normally, I don’t do much at religious places except fool around and let people make fun of me. Not much religious I find myself within those confines.

After Bangla Sahib, we trudged towards India Gate. The usual roaming around in CP’s lanes and by-lanes was opted out for India Gate’s spacious and sunny lawns. And by ‘trudged towards’ I mean, we opted to walk all the way as in theory it was quite near the gurudwara. Although, in practice, it decided to remain a bit far away. Well, India Gate is a beautiful place. Especially for two weary souls, who walked more than expected, that is me and gudiya. Sach and my love are made of sterner legs.

The India Gate is a war memorial, made in memory of the soldiers who lost their lives in the wars during colonial period. Now, it signifies this supreme sacrifice of Mother India’s every brave son. Continuing with my bad luck related to places of interest, the main flame of sacrifice ‘Amar Jawan Jyoti’ (the Flame of Immortal Soldiers) and considerable area around it, were barricaded due to some restoration work or perhaps due to security measures in anticipation of the 26th January – India’s Republic Day. Thus, we’d to settle with only a far view of the monument and this is where we got this pic clicked.

As so many of you want to know how my love looks, m posting her first pic here. And this is also our first image together, as a couple ;)

The new year has started in a great way and I hope it continues to be full of love and fulfilled dreams for me. Wishing you the same. Happy New Year, once again.


From left to right, Gudiya, Dee - my love, then me and last Sach.
(the pic i posted last night was a of bit less resolution, hope this comes out right)

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Lost & Found

Be like a postage stamp.
Stick to one thing until you get there.
- Josh Billings (1818-1885)


kya khoya, kya paya

hmmm. a new year has dawned. but what's so new about it? everything is same. even if everything was new around me, i am the same old dork i was all these years.

but, atleast a new year, sure demands some introspection? even this, is not the case with me. the two most important days for me in a calendar are my birthday and the diwali. these two days i'm the most inward looking of all.

i wouldn't have posted this, but for my teacher's new year post.

"I personally dont feel like celebrating it this time, actually i never do but this time all the more. What difference is it going to make? What is so special thats going to happen? Whats new thats being created? Sounding weird...may be." says she.

i agree. and disagree. everything is open to interpretations dear.

i agree, that nothing changes in the real sense. just the dates on the computer clock or on the job sheet. or within the diary pages? no, you didn't sound weird, love. its that, something within me just doesn't agree to it. just don't want to agree.

i would like to see it differently. and its not to do with a new year. a new year is just an excuse for us to make resolutions and break them subsequently. god knows, if anyone of us wants to make a real difference, we can do it any damn day.

that is the point as far as i'm concerned. if i've done all the things i think of, heck, even half of them, i would have been in a completely different mode today. but then i don't do them. as bugs used to say, i'm bravely running away from everything that really matters. but then, i lost her too.

this brings me to the title. lost and found. too much. sheer number of people that've come and went from my life in one single year. not mentionable here.

like the lines i wrote some days back. i choose to close all this in a box and drift it in the river of age. i won't like to see that box again. but i know, it'll all come back. all the q's that have been left unanswered plus all the dreams that've been left unrealised, everything will come back someday. and that day, i won't be able to run away.

dream. this is the only word that keeps me going. delhidreams is not just a word, it's a noun, that'll become a verb someday :) a few months back, even love was a dream. a lost love. now that dream has been realised, i feel calm and at peace with myself. whenever i'm with her, its pure bliss.

and this is where i disagree with my love. when she says, there's nothing in the year gone by. there was her. isn't that one thing more important than all the others coupled? i'll be tempted to say yes...perhpas yes, i would say instead.

the reason why i look forward to this year is that it gives me one more chance to achieve whatever i want, to welcome that day when i'll be able to face the man in the mirror. and in that, my last year's gain, my teacher will help.


i wish you all a fulfilling new year. may you realise your dreams. and do wish the same for me.

one day to go



Intezaar

Samay,
intezaar kya hota hai
ye tum sikha chuke ho mujhe,
acchi tarah
Is jeevan mein
har khushi ka
intezaar hi to kiya hai maine
ab tak

Samay,
agar main tumse
ek prarthna karoon
kya manoge meri baat

Agar main kahoon tumse
ki tham jana is baar thoda
jab main miloon
us se
Beet jaane dena kuch sadiyan
jab wo meri baahon mein ho
Padh lene dena mujhe uski aankhein
kuch hazaar saalon tak
Aur ruk jana ek-ek saal
har ek kadam par, jo hum saath saath lein

Samay, agar main kahun tumse
ki thaam lena apne chakr ko
jab main bichdoon us se
kya manoge meri baat

Maana,
hum dost nahi the kabhi
par saath to chale ho tum hamesha mere
Samay,
intezaar kar ke thak gaya hoon main
ab, pyaar karne do mujhe

i hope my teacher will translate this for me

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

2006



saal ek aur chala gaya
lakdi ke bakse jaisa ye saal
saja huya waqt ki ibaraton se
sanwara huya pyaar ki aayaton se
bahut kuch saha isne
liya isne, diya isne

ek ek tukda yaadon ka
ek ek katran baaton ki
kitne aansu,
aur kitni khusiyaan,
sahej ke rakh di hain
ismein maine

aur baha raha hoon
umron ki nadi mein
jo bhi tha,
jaisa bhi tha,
yaad bahut ayega ye saal
is saal, maine tujhe paya

dreamt before

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