THE FORSAKEN KASHMIR

Jammu &Kashmir has been a part of India,"has been"because for long we have forsaken the land Hundred &millions of people lose there lives in this state &we act as if nothing untoward has happened .A mere act of violence or blocking of highways initiates a  process of dialogue n discussion in rest of India but corpses keep piling up n let us not blame the govt alone "the other india"seems so detached from the whole issue
This indifference of mainland India towards Kashmir is as much a burning factor in alienation of land as is the politics of separatism n extremism from the stone pelting situations to the high profile &provocative yatra by BJP towards lal chowk aren't we actually instilling a sense of estrangement in the minds of ordinary kashmiri
instead of establishing the values which our national flag embodies of justice,solidarity ,empathy &unity ,we still carry out politicaly motivated acts of meaningless symbolism
If just by hoisting national flag we could bring about a sense of belonging the 60 years of official ceremonies would have resulted in miracles for the land
J&K wud be an integral part of India when residents of the land wud hoist the tricolor themselves n free themselves of distrust n estrangement that is deeply embedded in their minds
patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrel ,ministers who have ashamed us as a nation wud continue to preside over republic day ceremonies 

If something really needs to be done for J&K,make an ordinary person over there believe that he is an INDIAN first &his grievances matter to everyone as a nation

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY "as an Indian i hope that the process of safeguarding this country from those who are undermining its foundations begin by hoisting the national flag there...

Unclaimed Body
An unclaimed body
Abandoned mercilessly
In a bleak alley of
This dark-drab city.
Battered and shattered
Wrapped in utter helplessness
Aloof, uncared for
Besmeared with blood
Eyes open and firm
Complaining innocently
An unclaimed body abandoned mercilessly.
Oh God! could anybody
Come forward and help me out?
But that was not to be
Numbness grew deeper and deadly
Akin to the disasters of
Hiroshama and Nagasaki.
Dogs sat around lethargically
Satiated with human flesh and booty
With eyes half-closed, heads down
Weeping, perhaps, on 'his'
Approaching death, mournfully
An unclaimed body abandoned mercilessly.
Mehndi (Henna)on his hands
Had not faded entirely
Hair of his beard had not
Sprouted completely.
Bubbling with youth
A blossom of promise soaring high.
Sister must have looked around
Mother must have waited at the door
Old father must have gazed around anxiously
An unclaimed body abandoned mercilessly.
A few days later
Quoted a Urdu Newspaper
'We killed him, he was an informer
An adversary of the Movement, a deceiver'
A reader reacted instantly:
'Yes, he was a militant
Foe of the nation, enemy agent--'
Yet another murmured silently:
'Neither a militant nor an agent
A loved/misguided son of the valley
A Kashmiri youth
Done to death brutally
An unclaimed body abandoned mercilessly.

 

NOSTALGIA

So i wanted to write about this topic since long.....my first encounter with this word was in my"hindi classes"&i realized we all are nostalgic at times

"the term  Nostalgia actually refers to yearning for the past often in an idealized form as in"the good old days"

The good old days......the days of childhood,the days of games,the days when we had a crush on our primary school teacher,the days when what mattered was just"who has the larger share of cake"or "the latest toys",the days when getting a "very good"remark on our assignments by the teacher meant the world

" True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories. "
so we grow up amid hide &seeks,newer dreams,newer interests,

newer aims which ranged from being the cricket team captain to having that official team dress of the volleyball girls team,newton's laws never invoke so much interest as "whoz having an affair with whom"issues,utterly confused &irritated over the fact that is getting a rank in IIT &PMT is that important than having a "kuch kuch hota hai"type love story....

"Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.

  Nostalgia is a seductive liar "

time passes amid we come to know about a secret that our parents are so uncool","interfering"&theres a hell of"generation gap"n we feel we are the only one on this planet to be so tortured &ruled over,friends become our world,birthday parties most happening days,we plan to bring about a change in system with the plan to include MB &other novels in syllabus rather than those boring subjects

"Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect 

but then whats  wrong in going nostalgic if the"good old days"bring a smile on our face ,if an old dress makes me remember the day when i participated in fancy dress as a fairy but when i saw the crowd in front i started crying on stage(:-),nostalgia reminds us of the stupid issues over which we argued,nostalgia presents before us our growth as a person ,as a human being .we live with one foot in past n thats what life is all about

Nostalgia or resignation settles somewhere in my chest
And I can't quite tell the difference any more
Have I given up on you and does it make any difference?
And every day the battle over your potential becomes a war of attrition that I can only lose
Such are the repercussions for falling for a girl only when she reads philosophy
So we become the tryst that should have been but never was

As for nostalgia, there is nothing so pure as the palliative effects of memory
And nothing as safe as escaping into the known, quantifiable world
But how does one remember things they've never seen?
So for now I feel a familiar sense of loss over worlds I've never known
Reassured by historical distance.

The clock has been struck
And beginnings have become
Caterpillar long transformed
And marathons already run

As the crescendo fades into the ether
I deprive myself of the chance to admire what has become and what will never be
No opportunity to wonder at this modern world and no occasion to lament a loss
Before the next set of becomings is heaped upon my back and the task of maintenance sets in
For nothing is ever as sweet as the experience (even in retrospect) of becoming
And so little in this world can ever perpetually become.  

just give it a thought

Hi!Have you ever wondered why some thoughts click you instantly,strike a chord the moment you read them as if written for you only......so here are some (a few written by me n few read0which i simply love

*Have u ever wondered why only a few classmates get closer to u?
out of so many colors why a few r favourites?
out of the whole album why only a few snaps ger a longer stare with a smile?
why we have a special song to hear a 100 times?
a fav. outfitthat makes us look hours in mirror
...Bcoz only few THINGS &PEOPLE reach the strings of heart &make LIFE BEAUTIFUL.................

*"It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?" 

*Some things, are not meant to last.
Some, were robbed and some were lost.
Things change and so do people.
Friends left, and some just stop being frien.
So learn to let go… except my FRIENDSHIP with you!
...I will forever be a friend to you, that’s true, but…
Don’t ever leave me when things go wrong.For the friendship we have started is where we belong.

*Marriage
is a door which looks out upon a beautiful view. As that door is opened
and the horizon unfolds before you, know that nothing is sweeter than
the warmth of one hand within another"

*Who should be blamed when a leaf fell from a tree
Is it the wind that blew it away or The tree that let it go or Is it the leaf who grew tired holding on..............
Life unfolds a lot of misunderstandings everyday,its upto us to solve it or live with it
a truth of life-just give it a thought for a second

*Life is one of those races in nursery school
where u have to run with a marble on a spoon,kept in your mouth
if the marble falls,there is no point winning
same is with life where health n relations are marbles
so be sincere n not serious

*Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now.
They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and
listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you
save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation,
try delousing the closet in your own room. -bill gates

When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
...A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smile
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be.

*How are we so "different"?

If "different" is just a thing.

If we all have certain features,
...
What does "different" bring?.

Looks can't show "difference",

If they're just there to be seen.

If you don't look like someone else,

Why are they so mean?

If being "different" is what is wrong,

I'd rather not be right.

And I'd want to finish living,

Doing the "different" fight.

*Love is like life...............its not alwayz happiness,it brings a lil pain too
but when we don't stop living,y should we stop loving..................... 

*Life
is like a library owned by the author.
In it are a few books which he wrote himself,
but most of them were written for him.

*In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take
the relationships we were scared to have
and the decisions we waited too long to make
There comes a time when u realize who matters,who doesn't&who always will
so don't worry about the people from ur past
...THERE'S A REASON THEY DIDN'T MAKE IT TO YOUR FUTURE...........

*So when we realize we have turned up mature??????????
its finally when we are able to joke about things that once broke our heart............

*i have seen castles made of sand,

met peolpe who believe destiny is engraved on palm of their hands

i have seen people change their faith,love change into hate

i have seen peole grow younger with age n a bird who cudn't fly out of open cage

i have seen love sold for money,people are devastated inside but outside funny

i have seen unicorn fall in love with toad,people who owned half the city have now hit the road

perfection doesn't exist,we are all defected

someone may believe u r one in a million,for ohers u r just another nobody in a million

so live life with all that u have,cherish all moments happy or sad

'COZ LIFE IS TOO SHORT N WE ARE JUST HERE FOR A MOMENT

.......................WITH LOVE-SEHAR

 

 

GOD'S OWN PLANS

Once there was this young girl who had a family of academicians &her family wanted her to read,write &learn.So her father arranged a teacher to teach her at home but as she grew up she realized she never liked reading &writing ,she loved to sing ,sing along with flowing breeze,along with flying birds .when she told this to her parents they never approved of it &in turn told her that good girls don't move out singing,furious over it they married her to a wealthy merchant.Time flew away &her desire to sing remained buried in her heart .She became a mother to a baby girl &on that day she decided she would make her daughter a singer who would be appreciated by all ,gradually the baby turned into a lovely girl &her mother arranged a tutor to teach her singing ,her mother started crafting dreams for her daughter &the girl stated with her classes.The girl realized gradually that she never struck the chord with songs,rather it was the music in which she loved to dance,she enjoyed dancing to the tunes,with the butterflies,among the flowers &one day she told this to her mother in presence of her teacher mother got angry &shouted"do you know i was never allowed to learn music,i tried to complete my unfulfilled dreams through you&now you are saying you want to dance.Good girls never dance"&Then her parents got her married to a merchant the girl was sad&disappointed but then she accepted her destiny &said to herself she would never restrict her daughter from dancing would arrange for dance classes so that she could dance to the tune of her life .She became mother &when her girl grew up she called her daughter&said that she has arranged dance classes for her &wished to see her as a great dancer one day.the girl started learning to dance &one fine day the mother all enthusiastic &excited went to her class to inquire about her girl's progress .The teacher told her she never dances properly&is the least interested child .She came home ,asked her &the girl said"I don't like dancing mummy, i love reading books,looking at colorful pictures,reading stories.Mother ,the library interests me more than dance classes"mother sat down with forehead in her hands &then she realized-YOU CAN NEVER PLAN THE FUTURE OF YOUR KIDS,GOD HAS THEIR OWN PLANS FOR THEM .......LET THEM FOLLOW THEIR DREAMS SO THAT THEY CAN WRITE THEIR OWN STORIES,DANCE TO THEIR TUNES &SING THEIR LIFE'S SONG

 by ...........sehar

DIL TO BACHHA HAI JI...................

Once upon a time  I would start preparing for Diwali a month in advance. No, I’d not be helping my mother with the cleaning or discuss about gifts for our relatives.

Almost a month before Diwali, I’d plan my new dress for the day, figure out rangoli patterns for each day, pester my parents to take me shopping for lights and lanterns, buy heaps of crackers on the way home, insist on buying the most beautiful candles and do everything that was suppose to be done to make this festival what it’s meant to be – a festival of lights!

In fact, pre-Diwali was one of those rare occasions when my mother actually encouraged my hyper-active nature; because in my excitement I’d do half the work myself! I wouldn’t be half as enthusiastic to celebrate my birthday. After all, isn’t Diwali the festival that brings together friends and family?

we had this huge red tub, which would be brought out of the storeroom only during this festival. we’d store our crackers in it and protect it with  life &always ensured that it was equally divided between all siblings n spend hours over it. My crackers were so precious to me during Diwali! I hated it when my old relatives would frown and say – ‘Don’t you see what a waste of money these are? You are practically burning money!’ Being as small as I was, I’d just scowl back and walk away!.when was the last time when we all gathered together for"lakshmi puja" &were more interested in crackers burning outside

However, something changed over the years. I failed to celebrate Diwali, in the manner that I always did, just before appearing for my tenth board exams. Because the main focus was on studies, I actually felt that this festival had taken a backseat in my life for the very first time. So after criticizing our government for the bad timing of exams, I decided that the coming years would be better!

Did it get any better? Well may be the year after was not so bad, but then came the HSC exams, and once again Diwali celebrations did not happen. There on, with every successive year I realised Diwali was never the same!

What changed? Had I grown up? But why had the world grown up along with me? Why was it that with every passing year, people did not bother to bring out their lights or family get-togethers became less important than business deals? Are we all running way too fast to enjoy the festive spirit of India?

When was the last time you bothered to wake up early and change the rangoli design? Or took the time to clear your wardrobe and offer your old clothes to the needy? Or like everyone else, did you decide to use this day as another ‘bank holiday,’ choosing to stay at home to relax after your hectic work schedule? It’s easy to see that this festival of lights grows dimmer each year!

It seems like Diwali is a festival only for kids. After all they’re the only ones spending hours with the fuljhadis, parachutes and other crackers. Who ever knew growing up would be so boring?

So this year, like before, I decided to become a kid again and spend hours decorating my home with lights and colours, to make a plan and step out of home to meet relatives and indulge in sweets and delicacies. ­­­After all it is worth becoming a child again to enjoy the festive spirit of Diwali!
Time never comes back,so go ahead enjoy every festival,every moment................SEHAR

MEMORIES

You walked in to my life,
But just like that,
You walked back out,
Still you will be a memory,
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Still you will be a memory,
A memory that will always be locked,
Away in my heart and my mind,
I will always have a memory of you in my heart,
And I will always carry that picture of you in my mind,
Still you will be a memory, 

So frnds i m back with "MEMORIES"

so good or bad memories are always memories

memories have the power to bring both tears in ur eyes n smile on ur lips together

go ahead n relive ur memories

* like the wind crying endlessly for the moment,the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment'

“I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don’t forget something like that

Like an old photograph
Time can make a feeling fade
But the memory of a first love
Never fades away.”

“When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a bank account of shared memories. It’s not that you refer to them constantly. In fact, for people who do not live in the past, you almost never say, “Do you remember that night we...?” But you don’t have to. That is the best of all. You know that the other person does remember. Thus, the past is part of the present as long as the other person lives. It is better than any scrapbook, because you are both living scrapbooks    . 

                                                                     “Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.”

“Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.”

I'm not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.n create their own memories                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                         Never wait until tomorrow to hug someone you could hug today,
because when you give one, you get one right back your way.

 so fnds go ahead n relive ur memories-memories of childhood,memories of school,memories of the first crush,the first love,the first kiss,n memories of the relation that u cud not make up or broke up.

as i always say "LIFE IS FOR ONCE N CREATE THE BEST MEMORIES"

I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak no more
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.

......................................................WITH FOND MEMORIES-SEHAR

KARWA GUJAR GAYA...............HUM GUBAAR DEKHTE RAHE

for everybody who must be wondering how these lines came into my mind...............today 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

SO I WANNA DEDICATE THIS POST TO  A FEW WHO MADE MY DELHI STAY A  REAL MEMORABLE TIME.......N HERE I GO
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!