Holi special

Although i am not a holi maniac and now don’t play it even.But on the occasion of Holi I can’t resist myself remembering my childhood days when in school, I along with my gang of boys used to roam around and play holi. Our main motive was to some how have a look or a chance to play holi with the girl whom we wished to play with. We all used to roam and go to each of our friend’s home taking him/her out of the home make them colored from top to bottom. Then by increasing our gang size more and more we finally used to reach a common place where around 80% of our classmates were present. And then the biggest part of adventure was the big water tank where we all used to jump and splash water on each other. Obviously ladies were not ready to accompany us there as it was too bold thing for them to do at that time…I guess even today. I sometimes used to be sad for not having the glance of the girl whom i wanted to see as she used to be a shy one. Never mind i enjoy with others than.. thinking of “be happy with whatever you get”. But in the evening it was kind of ritual to visit each others home and eat the sweets and saviors.  I never left the chance to visit to my chosen one’s home. Not just to eat and enjoy but to impress their family member too. And the whole night we , with our near ones used to roam the town. No other night we can get such chance or offer where without any fear of being watched by so many uncle and aunties we can mange to have a quality and fun time with our close friend. Thanks to this festival and the big gang that was always kind of supportive and protective. Although with time ours holi activity reduced very much with increasing age , education and family pressure. The festival of holi has given many of us some great moment of life to cherish forever and some time to get nostalgic even specially in our high school spirits…
Wish you and all your family members a happy and colorful Holi. Happy Holi 2011..

Allahabad by my mobile after 3 years (Journey Part -2)

While coming back from my journey my train was 3 hours late and it was early morning there. I thought to roam the city as some crucial years of my life have been attached with it and I gone out on a rickshaw. Many places were reminding me many sweet old good memories… I just captured many places on my mobile. Just have a look on them..

Atlantis Mall

Indira Bhavan -- Old Building still Standing tall

Subhash Chauhra- With Subhashji still saluting people

Rotate and u will find Tandon Studio Although blurred pic.

Twas early morning so everything was closed so was EL Chico

Palace Theater , renovation going on.

Rotate after saving pic and u will find the unrecognized Tandoor

By the evening time Malviya bandhoo opens up here.

St. Cathedral Church

Civil Lines Police station.. I have some great storieds to share related to it. But in other blogs.

My walking steps toward my train to leave Allahabad.

 

Why Biasing?? (Journey Part -1)

On my recent journey to my home I met variety of people ranging from very inspiring and influential  to humorous one. I really enjoyed my journey this time. I will write about many of them but here I am going to discuss one of my observed view point.

I was sitting against one of the Banker (around 40) who was soon going to leave for London and for the same came to Mumbai for training purpose. He was quite learned and experienced man. I just heard one of his conversation to his daughter and son on phone (although a bad habit)  which made me write this blog because although he talked both of them on same topic but tone and language differed a lot.

It was morning time around 9 A.M. He called to his home and asked her wife to made him talk to his daughter. The conversation goes like… Hello beta.. how are you… Still sleeping… studied till night na.. never mind , sleep well and and take full rest after studying hard.Ok beta study well, your exams are near by and take care good care of mom.  Where is your brother he enquired.He asked her to pass the phone to her brother who again was sleeping as told by her sister who herself was still in sleepy mode. As the phone reaches to the boy’s hand and he said hello papa… That man started shouting on phone..   You unworthy..still sleeping and don't tell me you were studying till late night …. I know how much you study… Its already 10 am .. just wake up from the bed and start studying , your exams are now very close. Now just put the phone off and go to study. This time I want you to score around eighties..

I was stunned to see this dual behaviour. I can write many things on it.. why is it was so? , or on gender biasing or parents changing expectation with their son or daughter , or the boy was really bad in study and daughter was doing well …. whatever the case may be but without knowing real fact i can not comment on it… But one thing I can say for sure.. , although I am not the right person to say this In our current modern time a father is more close and near to her daughter.. anytime!!

आयाम

दिल का हर एक कोना उसके आने की राह में

दूर तक पलके बिछाए.......

ना मिली जब दूर तलक उसकी झलक

तो बोला आँखों से

देखा क्या तूने उसको आते हुए.......

मैं तो देख नहीं पाता इस दीवार के आगे

तेरा तो रिश्ता है अनजानो की भीड़ से

और आयाम भी मुझसे दूर तक देखने का.........

बचपन

अफ़सोस की हम क्यूँ खड़े हुए,
अफ़सोस की हम क्यूँ बड़े हुए,
अफ़सोस की क्यूँ चलना सीखा
अफ़सोस की क्यूँ बढ़ना सीखा, 

माटी से कपड़े सने हुए,होठों पर झरने सजे हुए
वो झरने आज भी साथ में हैं, लेकिन आँखों पर सजे हुए

वो खेलना दिन भर सड़को पर, खुश होना हारे या जीतें,
खेला तो करते आज भी हैं,जीता भी अक्सर करते हैं,
अनजान कहाँ पर बैठी है, मुस्कान लबों की छुपी हुई,

ना समझ किसी भी बात की थी, फिर भी हम समझा करते थे
जो रूठ गया हमसे  कोई, पल भर में खुश कर देते थे
और आज समझ इतनी है कि, कहते जिसको साथी है हम,
चोट उसी को देते हैं, अफ़सोस ज़रा ना करते हैं

एक ख़त्म ना होने पाती है, वो दूसरी चाह सजाते हैं,
"ये मिला" मगर वो बात नहीं, "वो मिले" तो हमको होगी खुशी

आ जाए वही दिन फिर वापस, ख्वाइश जहाँ पर एक ही थी,

शाम ढले बाहर जाना, वो खेलना चौक-चौराहे पर
वो दीप जले वापस आना, और करना मस्ती जी भरकर
वो माँ के हाथों का खाना, और प्यार वही सिरहाने पर..

सुख से ज़्यादा दुख देते हैं, चलने और बढ़ने की आदत,
शायद जीवन तब ख़त्म ही था, जब ख़त्म हुआ वो बचपन था........