Slip of Time

Bachpan........

2008-01-19T01:36:00.000-08:00

This post is inspired from a incident where sitting yesterday i decided to make a paper boat and to my surprise i had forgotten how to make one and it got me thinking on a few things......

माना के बहुत पीछे रह गया है बचपन का सफर

पीछे एक नज़र घुमाकर तो देखो कभी

नही लौटता है जाता समय यह तो है जाना

पर बेफिक्र ज़िंदगी थी वह कितनी

हो गए हैं बडे जानते हैं हम

पर बचपन हैं वही

क्या याद है कब बनाई थे कागज़ की कश्ती तुमने

कब दोस्तों के संग मिल की थी शैतानी

कब हुई थी लड़ाई भाई से पतंग पर

कब माँ से से जिद्द की थी गोद के सिरहाने की

कब बारिश मैं नाचे थे ऑंखें मूँद कर

कब सूरज की परवाह किये बिना साइकिल थी चलाई

कब हँसे थे एक गिल्हेरी को देख तुम

कब हाथों मैं मिटटी थी थामी

सोते थे तुम कब मुस्कुराकर

दिन भर की उछाल कूद के बाद

थी ज़िंदगी तब भी वैसई जैसी है आज

बदले हैं हम बचपन नही

कभी फुरसत मिले तो लॉट जाया करो बचपन

बडे होने को तो ज़िंदगी है सारी

TRIBUTE TO THE MOST SPECIAL PEOPLE IN MY LIFE AND TRUE LOVE

2008-01-15T06:19:00.000-08:00

I had a dream a vision a wish
It was to be loved for what I am
It was to be treasured for all that I had
It meant to be pampered
It meant to be cared
To have a love unconditional
One that would nourish the depths of the heart

The main example of that love in my life is my grandparents
Where my grand father is a very handsome man standing 6 feet tall
My grandma is a woman short, petite and round and has been so ever since I can remember
My grand dad does a host of activities to keep himself engaged
Where my grand ma has no interests beyond the four walls of the house
My grand ma is patient
My grand dad impatient

I guess what I am trying to say here is that they are complete opposites of each other in every sense of the word They were made partners very early in life by relatives and friends and the first time that my grand dad did see her was at the wedding

But here they are now having spent 66 years of life together. Having seen all kinds of elations and sorrows in the companionship of each other. Be it the tormenting times of the partition or the days of unemployment of grand dad for 14 months with 3 children in tow. Be it the happiness of seeing their children settle well and start their own family units or the grief of loosing a son and taking over the responsibilities of his family when they should be enjoying their retirement sans worries. The happiness of moving from a rented accommodation of the small lanes of old delhi to gifting their children a house each of their own. Giving the best of education to the kids, saving money and sending to the parents and helping anybody in whatever they could. Even now when my grandmom is suffering from Dementia and is not able to recognize anyone I see a shine in her eyes when she sees my grand dad, I have seen my granddad hold her hand and stroke her forhead to comfort and even while I am writing this I have tears in my eyes for I am loosing a person very close to me in life and who has made me the person that I am and this is as a tribute to love that they have for each other and a love that goes beyond looks and status and just says “I am right here for you”

MY ANGEL

2007-08-28T09:42:00.000-07:00

I am a romantic to the core and believe in presence of an angel in each of ours life. Well this post is dedicated to the angel in mine. He is someone who got me going when i had forgotten how to walk, he kept pushing me to reach out for what i deserved and much more. He restored my faith me because it wasn't for him i would have gone into a shell and become a recluse. He is someone who has loved me and stirred absolute power in me to be myself. He pampers me like a kid, treats me like a lady and shares with me like a friend.

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY GUARDIAN ANGEL and
MY SPECIAL FRIEND

Time Slips Away

2007-08-28T07:15:00.000-07:00

EVERYTHING SLIPS AWAY

Have you ever tried holding sand in your hand and watch it slip away. The tighter you hold the more it slips. Same is the case with emotions and people associated with those emotions. When you try to bind sand and form a castle ...the waves wash over, When you want to hold it...it slips away and when wind blows it seeps into the eye and blurs the vision. You act like a child around it and go ahead and bite into it even though the wiser people warn you not to which in turn leaves your mouth with a bad taste. So my advice to everyone out there that don't try and hold on let it slip ...let it take its own course because by holding your just gonna loose it.