कहना होता है काफी कुछ तुम्हे इतना की हाँथ भी हिलाती हो और मुँह भी खरीदती तो नहीं तुम बातें? के भाड़े पे लाती हो? कभी औज़ार बना कर झगड़ती हो तो कभी इकरार ना करने के बहाने बनाती हो जब न कहती हो तो आखें तक बोलती हैं तुम्हारी जवाब खोजती हैं आखें जवाब मांगती है कभी न पूछे सवालों का छलकने का आलम हो जाता है कई दफ़ा मिलाता हूँ आँखें तो झुक जाती हैं मानो डरती हैं जवाब से हाँथ फिर चलने लगते हैं, मुह भी किराने से एक और थैली बातें खरीद लायी हो तुम 

कश्ती कुछ इस कदर साहील को पोशीदा कर रही है, ज़मीं से इश्क़ का हमे इल्म हो गया जज़ीरे का कोई फ़रेब भी अब है मंज़ूर कोशिश-ए-मंज़िल में डूबना भी मुनासिब हो गया

So my muscular neighbour begins his ascend of the jackfruit tree with the dexterity of an orangutan. He climbs, swings from one branch to another till he reaches that coveted jackfruit. The li’l kids below have been throwing stones at it since morning but achieved nothing except making a few birds shriek. The boys were glad the messiah of the colony was at the job because frankly, nobody else could have dreamt of climbing up a tree that steep. Mr T often came to the rescue of those in desparation in the mohalla. Often, in action, he'd wear something as basic as a pair of shorts, as of letting us commoners know how easy of a task it was to him. Today his choice of garment was just a towel. Yes you read it right...a towel. Say what you will but any Indian boy who has ever had to wear even a dhoti, knows how wearing it while doing nothing at all can still qualify as multi-tasking. But there aren't many challenges beyond Mr.T's abilities. By this time, the colony had as...

हर वक़्त ज़ेहन में मनसूबे न रखो कुछ बातें इतेफाक से भी हो जाएँगी

गर चाशनीयों में बस्ता है ज़िन्दगी का जायका क्यूँ भला परहेज़ न रखें हम नम्कीन्यों से

If a parallel world of utopia could be created in our minds about miracles, hope, trust and “All is well”, why should I choose to make my life an exception? “Ahhhh!!! This lune and his state of psychosis” You must have cursed. But wait… I am channelizing my psychotic energies towards the much accepted direction, celebrating Life. Tadaaaaaaaa!!!!!!! After giving it due (ok may be some more was due) consideration, I have opted differently about my take on taking up philanthropic ventures. Oh!!! Sorry!!! Just a quick recap. I was losing my mind about making a decision on whether I choose to become a social activist…fulltime. Sounds downright preposterous and hilarious, right? Well now, I have finally learnt how blissful ignorance really is. So, what do you do to forget misery around? “Well, you could do your bit and leave the rest to god”, is what the good religious social activist said when I queried about joining in. I wanted to tell her so badly that a ‘bit’ will not suffi...

In times when career, boss, girlfriend, multiplex, promotion, marriage, home loan should govern my world, I find time to get frustrated. Frustrated because everything and everyone around seem to be disturbing the natural order of things or rather what should be the natural order of things. A random conversation with a friend went even more random, when she told me that I am man who is not ignorant which makes me see beyond the obvious and that I am humane which makes me identify injustice. However, she added that I am not an intellectual, so I act on what I see and don’t think and write and read before taking a tiny step. Instead of giving me red cheeks and an inflated ego, that made me more frustrated. I don’t know if she was just playing with words or she meant everything she said. But may be she delicately put me in equilibrium of “To be or not to be”.  I see people. People with biases, people with biases about people, people hating people, people hurting people. I man...