Author is not an alien

Author is not an alien
I write because we had deleted enough

Sunday, September 26, 2010


for everybody who must be wondering how these lines came into my we went to railway station to bid one of our friend goodbye n seeing him going the last four months  of my delhi stay  ,which are going to end in a few days flashed by
when i left bhilai i did so with tears in my eyes,determination in my mind &definately a lil confusion about how my coaching duration would be &then my coachings at vajiram started
to start with at vajiram initialy i felt the environment intoxicating ,nobody talking to anyone,everybody engrossed in"the hindu"but then as it always happens i started talking to my next seat students &then slowly ,unknowingly i made a cool group out there  so it never ocurred that i m alone in this capital city
one peculiar but a sweet thing ocurred to me -when i left bhilai i was pooja,pooju ,tripathi but here everybody i repeat everyone called me "dr sahab"
*My group at vajiram-sunil for whom cracking civils is a promise made to someone,prakash-person with great knowledge but bad luck when it come to civils,amit-married but not happy about being so (joking amit......i know u missed bhabhi like hell),shilpa-freedom for the first time n a sweet gal,shreee-still a kid who went sad agar test me no. kam aa jaye n went all blushing if a girl sits besides him--------i wud always miss u frnds ,we were called"terror group" ,our chai time masti.leg pulling everyone&studying together-------wanna tell u all that u were like family n u always took care of me
*At Drishti-i made some really good freinds at drishti too n to list them surely Nidhi wud take the lead --a cute kid not only by her age but by her actions too is a sweetheart n nidhi n uski didi ki jodi became famous in class,second one is surely "shubhra"-with whom my nature,thinking,views match to such an extent that sometimes i see a persona of mine in her wud miss u dear
*Mrs Joshi-a retd bank employee with whom i met in metro journeys n who used to wait for me in rajiv chowk n she was a guide,frnd who confided in me ,understood me n whose fav dialogue used to be"tu doctor nahi lagti,bachhi lagti hai"
*Kapuria sir-those who complain of ageing n time having passed away go n meet kapuria sir-full of life ,energy,romanticism n his dial"u broke my heart into pieces........."
*there are many frnds who wud indeed be missed n who made my delhi stay a nice one
*last but definately not the least-Vikas Sir--------i never met a person like him before ,completely down to earth,an amazing human being with great sense of humour,ever so helping
he broke all the misconceptions i had about the teachers of coaching classes that they are overtly professional ,never interact(majority of them are) he is an absolutely wonderful person i would surely miss u sir n wanna thanku for all the support
  Swapna-jhare phool se,
Meet-chubhe shool se,

Lut gaye singaar sabhi baag ke babool se,
Aur hum khade-khade bahaar dekhte rahe,
Karvan guzar gaya, Gubar dekhte rahe.

Neend bhi khuli na thi ki hai dhoop dhal gayi,
Paon jab talak uthe ki zindagi fisal gayi,
Paat-paat jhar gaye ki shaakh-shaakh jal gayi,
Chah to nikal saki na par umar nikal gayi.

Geet ashk ban gaye,
chhand ho dafan gaye,
Saath ke sabhi diye dhuan-dhuan pehen gaye,
Aur hum jhuke-jhuke,
Mod par ruke-ruke,
Umar ke chadhaav ka utaar dekhte rahe,
Karvan guzar gaya, Gubar dekhte rahe!