February 2008


Saturday 16th Feb. 8:00 p.m. Me on phone with moti1, asking who will come for picking me up tomorrow for tomorrow was Rat’s birthday. She said – “It’s Sunday I cant come at your place. By the way ree and vin will be coming to my place before going at “Sanskriti” (Restaurant where Rat was throwing his party)., I will send one of them to pick you up , and the confirm thing I’ll be telling you tomorrow”. I said – Okies, but do tell me the confirmed plan and then I hanged the phone up. :)

Sunday 17th Feb, around 12 ‘O clock. I CALLED moti1 and said – “mera kya hua re ???, koi lene aa bhi raha hai ya nahi ???” . She replied in her usual giggles- “haan haan ree aa rahi hai, we all are here at Milan stores, tum bhi yahin aa jana”. Me: arrey confusion ho jayega , let’s meet at Shahid park. All set. Soon I got a call from ree to come up a street away from my place. I was ready so I left my place immediately with sky blue jeans and mehroon-creamy lined sweater on and soon found her in her typical pink scarf engraving her face totally except her brown eyes, pink sweater, blue jeans ?? , haan I think so, on her black activa. We left for Shahid park and saw – neeraj (with green t-shirt and green cargo), gabru (black suit with yellow prints), moti1 (pata nahi kya ajeeb sa tha – black suit, blue chunni arrey chodo yaar, forgive me moti1) waiting for us. Moti2 (B.Dhariwal) was out of town.As soon as we came in their range all of them sreamed – “Bahut der laga di – rat maarega sabko pakad ke, hum to keh denge bandu ne late kiya ” and I was just – blank face, expressionless

Well at last we reached – Sanskriti and found two bikes ( one Hero Honda CD deluxe, other Splendor NXG ). We stand our bikes, took out our gifts and proceeded towards entry gate, found Rat (dressed handsomely in White shirt and Black trouser) and chotu (red checks shirt and blue jeans) at a table made by joining two of same kind. Robby and Satish have said they could not come due to some reasons. We waited for cheepa to come and join us but he didn’t come (due to some very obvious reasons :) ). Well when it was clear that cheepa is not gonna come, we ordered the food – Dal bati . It was delicious, sweet smelling, tasty, aahhhhhh maza aa gaya. Now was the turn of gifts. Rat saw us what chotu got him – a bracelet – with friends engraved on it. Neeraj,ree,moti1,gabru brought him a nice t-shirt (55, brown base, cream shades on shoulders and every where), some one got him a perfume too that too branded as – Black and White perfectly matching with Rat’s outfits. Mine was a small but pretty gift – a candle stand with some caption as – True friends are ….. , I don’t rememebr it fully. He liked it very much , it was actually sweet. Well we walked past the entry gate which was now labeling “out” after paying the bill. While leaning on our vehicles we were discussing – where now ????

And the answer was almost immediate – “jantar-mantar ke peeche” , our carvan proceeded. Gabru was sitting on Rat’s bike, moti1 with neeraj, ree with chotu and me (bichara) was on activa and that too alone. Rat was not that much fluent with bike that time so gabru soon switched on with me and my I am so lonely kind of feeling lowered a bit as I got someone to bore!! We reached jantar-mantar and were waiting for neerajand moti1 to join us, and as soon as they did we geared up our bikes and get ourselves where we decided to. We saw it, it was coooool, but as we reached so that our eyes can scan everything we saw lots of lichen, algae floating on the beautiful water. We headed for a place where we can sit, have fun and discuss on this water’s topic. It was a good scenery if the banks of that whatever is not taken into consideration. We had a photo session (where ree was almost like backop emposing herself in ajeeb poses)

It was really getting fun there, we played “chidiya-ud ;) ” . In the mean time I and gabru saw a boat and decided to get to another bank and thought that others will follow us , what we have to do is to just initialize their zeals , but then decided not to because hum wapas kaise aatey?? when we were just to leave the place, me and chotu went to the last of the stairs and started throwing stones in the water competing whose stone will tip more times on water, I won !! J mine got 9 or 10 times. IT WAS FUN. We reached our bikes, and this time I said I’ll be driving a bike and got on to rat’s. We decided we’ll have some cold drinks and then will leave for our respective homes. We were on our way, me and Rat saw a fountain kind of thing (It was just a water recycling plant), He: lets go in there Me: will they allow us ???

He: Arrey thik hai yaar keh denge aaj mera birth day hai

And there were giggles, laughter and soon gabru joined us. We called for chotu and ree and told them to come at theplace we were pointing at. Neeraj and moti1 were a bit away from the place so chotu and ree went to call them and we (me , rat and gabru) stepped in. The fountain we saw from the boundary wall was much more beautiful from so close with it. Suddenly from no where a worker came up and said – “no photos sir jee”. We all ok-ayed him but you know didn’t agreed. Neeraj, ree, chotu, moti1 joined us when he saying – no photos hmmm. We were standing at the fountain’s (what it is called yaar !! ) haan thik kuch cementry tha wahan pe, chikna lekin haan cemnted, it was sooo soothing, soo good, sooo ooooooo oooo oo cant be depicted. Haaa in ujj you are not gonna get such a healing, beautiful, melodious feeling anywhere else. I promise you that.

There was a stair case too right in front of it, we all sat there and said chotu to click all of us, he was ready and just before clicking he said – “madhumakkhhi” and before rat’s reactions could have occurred two of them kissed rat on right hand. We again started our hi hi ha ha , and said – It was a gift from madhumakkhiis J . gabru rubbed a key on the spot where the bee had kisses him and he felt relieved. We then left the place for it’s care-takers and headed towards a shop for cold drinks.

We stopped at tower and entered a shop and had seats. Moti1 besides neeraj, and others doesn’t matter where they sat. me, chotu and rat had – my can, mirinda (all three of us from single bottles). Neeraj had some drink. Moti1, ree, gabru had ice-creams, which were really tasty. Chocholate over cream over …. Over.. over..

That day there was a match between India and Sri lanka, we asked tender to switch on the T.V. and saw Harbhajan batting with dhoni on non-striker’s end. After a bit rat had a call from his home – kab aa rahe ho beta ??? and then after 5 min we all left for Sanskriti to pick up every one’s vehicle and then headed for our home. I was on with ree, gabru with moti1 and then they all dropped me at my place and where they headed after that only they and God knows. Now its really getting very long so I must order my finger to stop running on keyboard and have some rest till a new exploring trip .

Ba-bye take care, shab-ba-khair, good night allah-hafiz.

Khuda ne mukaddar banaya hai humara
taqleef-o-takalluf se sarabor
maza le na sake zindagi ka hum
na hi naseeb ko kosa gaya

Baharo-hijra ne
gham diye hume itne
chup reh na sake hum
na hi humse roya gaya

Doston ne di daga humein
kuch is kadar ke
hum unhe na rakh paye
na hi choda gaya

Akela kar diya usne mujhe
mujhse door ho ke is tarah
ki kisi se hume na sataya gaya
na hi manaya gaya

Geele kagaz si
ho gayi hai zindagi meri
mujhse mere sharer ko na bahaya gaya
na hi jalaya gaya

Pyaar karte hain ab bhi
dil-o-jaan se hum
chaahein kitna bhi magar zamaane se – na bataya gaya
na hi chupaya gaya

Life means : A winter evening, Mom’s lap, Cozy blanket, Bed time
Life means : Hundreds of chocolates, two small hands, no one to check
Life means : No school, No homework, No tests, No exams
Life means : One single kin, crying together, laughing together, playing together
Life means : Hankie on shirt’s pocket, splitting ice-cream and crying for mom

Life means : MOM

Life means : FUN

Life means : A winter evening, four friends, mild rain, four cups of tea
Life means : Hundred bucks of petrol, two rusty old bikes and an open road
Life means : Maggi noodles, a hostel room, 3:25 a.m.
Life means : 1 preparation leave, 1 night, 1 book, 8 duffers
Life means : 3 old friends, 3 separate cities, 3 coffee mugs and an internet messenger
Life means : 1 girl, 1 number, four friends and a fight

Life means : FRIENDS

Life means : FRIENDSHIP

Life means : A winter evening , closed cabin, only laptop, four empty cups of coffee
Life means : Hundreds of projects to be completed, one-single me and a weekend
Life means : Me and wife, our bedroom, 3:25 a.m.
Life means : 1 vacation, 1 tour, 1 call from office, fight with wife
Life means : Lots of colleagues ,a party at home, loads of enjoyment and place to be rearranged
Life means : 1 office, 1 wife, 1 home and hectic schedule

Life means : WIFE

Life means : DUTY

Life means : A winter evening, a dark room, single bed and a rocking chair
Life means : Hundred bucks in pocket, sweet shop and diabetes report in hands
Life means : Lying in bed, no signs of sleep, 3:25 a.m.
Life means : lots of time, kids asking for telling stories, no work to do
Life means : a few of same age group, morning walk, meeting at a garden bench, talks of generation gap
Life means : 1 bed, 1 armchair, 1 daily newspaper, and all alone

Life means : LIFE

Life means : DEATH

aisa zaroorie hargiz nahii
ki deedar ho har din tera
nazrein to tassavur pe hi
mehfilein saja leti hain
paas rehkar hi
har ik rishta khaas nahi hota
dooriyon ka bhi apna nasha , khumaar
apni alag kashish hoti hai

ffasle kitne hi kyun na ho
darmiyaan apne
dil ko behlaane ke liye
teri awaaz hi kaafi hoti hai
bayaan karne se darta hu
haal-e-dil apna aage tere
na jaane tera mijaaz kaisa ho, uske baad,
na jaane teri tabiyat kaisi hoti hai

kabhi socha nahi khud ko bina tere
khwaabon me bhi bagal me tu hi dikhti hai
agar sapne ye badle nahi haqiqat me
na jaane tab , kaise , meri ye zindagi hoti hai
samajh sake tu ishaare meri aankhon ke
mere dil ki ankahee baatein
har lamha , bas yahi dua rab se
yahi khwahish , yahi tamanna hoti hai
pass rehkar hi
har ik rishta khaass nahi hota
dooriyon ka bhi apna nasha, khumaar
apni alag kashish hoti hai

Beti meri bhi ab
vida hone chali hai
muskuraayi thi pehli baar
jab dekha tha usne mujhe
god ko geela kiya tha tab
ab aanhein bhigone chali hai
Beti meri bhi ab
vida hone chali hai

khelti thi , koodti thii
din raat meri panaahon me
basti thii mere ghar me
roshni ki tarah jo
ab apna ghar wo
basane chali hai
Beti meri bhi ab
vida hone chali hai

chalti thii pakad kar ungli meri
naazuk mulayam haathon se
kandhon pe jhoolti thi jo mere
shaadi ka joda sajaye khadi hai
Beti meri bhi ab
vida hone chali hai

parchaayi hai meri
mere sanskaaron ki moorti hai
mere jeevan ki khushi hai jo
ab kisi ki umang hone chali hai
Beti meri bhi ab
vida hone chali hai

isi ghar me pali – badhi
bachpan se jawani tak
ab ghar chod baabul ka ye
wo sasural apne chali hai
Beti meri bhi ab
vida hone chali hai