Choodiyan

Ramadan ka mahina ho aur der raat baazar na ghumo to sau taane dosto ke sunne padte hai ke bhai eid aaye aur ek raat bhi hamko na di, kab tak ammi abba se daroge, biwi ke ghulam ho gaye ho aur na jaane kya kya.. Bas isi tanz taanose bachne ke liye main Altamash ke saath Bazar nikal gaya tha.. Haan maqsad ye bhi tha ke apne aziz dost ke sath zyada se zyada waqt guzarna tha.. Par maine ye socha bhi nahi tha ke jab uske sath (darasal pichhe pichhe) jab mai dukan dar dukan ghum raha hoga tabhi zindagi mujhe ek azeem aur utni hi dilkash cheez se waaqif karane wali thi..
Wo cheez thi Choodiyan..
Haan choodiyan. ye wahi adna si choodiyan thi jinhe maine bachpan me maa ke haatho me ghumakar khela karta tha, ye wahi choodiyan thi jo bade pyar se meri biwi pahenti aur sambhal kar rakhti thi.. Par meri nazar me ye badi hi aam si cheez thi, itni aam ki inke taaluq se maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha..

Sonchta bhi kyun ye wo jagah thi jaha ammi bahen aur biwi ko perfect match aur set k liye kai baar waqt barbaad karte dekha tha.. Aur jab bhi choodiyon ki khareedi ka waqt aata badi hoshiyari se jaan bacha kar nikal jaata tha.. Par aaj nahi..

Aaj shayad choodiyon se rubaru hone ka waqt aa chuka tha..

Qissa Ameerzaadi ka

Aaj Bhai Altamash kharidi kar rahe the aur ham pichche pichhe ghum rahe the ya yun kahe dukaan ke baahar khade hokar Facebook pe waqt zaaya kar rahe the.. Tabhi achanak se ek aawaz mere kaano par padi, “uff kya chhoti si dukaan kuchh varieties hi nai hai.. Hame yahi style chahiye agar hai to bataiye warna jaane do..”
Choodiwala shayad se kaafi der se inhe serve kar raha tha aur chhoti dukan hai ye taana sun na saka.. Bina lamha guzaare palat kar bola jaaiye madam badi dukaan pe dekh lijiye waise bhi Eid ka season hai Allah ke karam se bahot customer aa jayenge zaroori nai har kisi ki farmaish ham poori kar sake..
Uska itna kahna tha ki us Ameerzadi ki maghroori ne betakallufi se kaha haan aajayenge aur unhe bechte rahna ye 100-50 ki choodiyan..
Bas ye sunana tha ki mere dil se ek sada aayi..
Gar dekhna ho khudparast ko to dekhlo is mehjabeen ko aaj
Waqt ka pata nahi kal ye takabbur ho na ho..

Ammi ki pyarwali choodiyan

Dukan dar dukan chakkar lagaate waqt ek jagah bada hi khubsurat manzar nazar aaya.. Ek chhotisi dukaan Me shayad ek maa apni beti ke saath aayi thi aur shadi k sets dikhaane k liye kah rahi thi.. Mujhe laga Shayad us bachchi ki shadi ankarib thi.. Ladki ki khwahish thi ke saada si choodiyan le le par maa chah rahi thi badi khubsurat si choodiyan.
Badi halki si aawa me ladki ne kaha “Ammi aap please itni mahengi choodiyan na le, inhe bhi zyada kharch pasand nai aur hame bhi” jawab me maa ne kaha “saas nahi ammi samaz kar le lo, aaj tumhari ammi hoti to unse zeed kar ke acchi choodiyan nahi dilwane ko kahti? Rahi baat mere bete ki mujhe pata hai wo bhi surkharu ho jaayega”..
Uff kya manzar tha bahu ki aankho me khushi ke aansu aur saas ki aankho me beinteha pyar!!

Bees rupiyewali khushi

Jitni bheed market me aurato aur aadmiyo ki thi utni hi bheed bachcho ki thi.. Chasme, belts, ghadiyan kharidte hue bachche.. Mehandi, purse, choodiyan aur jootiyan kharidti hui ladkiya.. Wo itar ke faayo se mehka hua baazar yahi zindadili to hai jo online shopping karnewale mujh jaise log nai dekh sakte..
Kuchh der baad ek buzurg anqarib mujh se takra se gaye, ham dono ne ek dusre ko dekha aur muskuraya maano ek dusre se kah rahe ho arey janaab zara sambhal ke..
Un buzurg ke saath ek chhoti si ladki thi 5-6 saal ki hogi shayad. Pyari si surat pe abaya aur bhi khubsurat lag raha tha, bade naazo se usne un buzurg se kaha Naanu hame golden choodiyan chahiye hamaare dress pe match karbe k liye aur wo buzurg haan bete aapko golden Choodiyan, purse aur jootiyan dilaane ka keh kar aage badh gaye.
Un dono me mujhe mere papa aur meri bhanji nazar aaye. Aate bhi kyun na, sirf dhai saal ki hone k baawajud meri bhanji isi tarah se apni farmaishe jatlati aur puri karwati hai aur mere papa bhi un zido ko yun pura karte hai jaise maano wo Charagh k Jinn ho aur meri bhanji Aladdin..
In khayaalo ka silsila tab tuta jab ek buzurg aadmi jo bade hi saada libas me ek chhoti si bachchi ko god me liye fir se choodiyan kharidne aaye aur laakh ki choodiyo ka puchh baithe.. Achraj ki baat ye thi ki Laakh ki choodiyan market me aana band hue 2-3 saal ho chuke hai.. Mai ye baat jaanta tha kyun ke aksar pahle ye choodiyan chhote bachcho k liye istemaal ki jaati thi na sirf ye sasti hoti thi balke ye haatho ko iza bhi nai pahonchati thi..

Laakh ki choodiyon ka tazkirah sunke choodiwala muskura diya kahne laga bademiyan kaafi saal ho gaye unhe band hue, Ab to zamana plastic, kaanch aur brass ki choodiyo ka hi rab gaya hai batao kaunsi dikhau?

Buzurgne ek lambi saans li aur bole mahangai bahot badh gayi hai bhai ab to haalat ye hai eid bhi wa’eed si lagti hai jab kharch karne jeb me paise na ho.. Ek kaam karo is bachchi ke haath k liye 20 rupeeyon ki choodiyan de do..

Buzurg ye baat sunkar mere aankho me aansu aa gaye aur Qaisar-ul-Jafree sahab ka sher zubaan se besaaqta nikal gaya

Ghar laut ke royenge maa baap akelele me

Mitti ke khilaune bhi saste na mile mele me..

Dukandar ne bade itminan se badi khoobsoorat choodiyan nikali aur bachchi ko pahnai, perfect size tha, ek darjan choodiyan pack karke jab wo buzurg ko dene laga to buzurg ne kaha beta ye mahngi lag rahi hai itne paise nahi hai mere paas, dukandar ne muskurakar kaha bademiyan aapke liye ye sirf 20 rupeeye ki hai..

Altamash ke saath mai waapas chal to diya par un Buzurg ki baat aur us dukandar ne 20 rupeeyon ke aiwaz me di hui khushi ka khayal ab tak dil me machal raha hai aur ye puchh raha hai ke kaun sahi haqdar hai eid manane ka wo dukandar ya mai??

Pic Courtesy : Pradipna Lodh

Ishq ka hasil aur jama

Ishq ka hasil aur jama.

 

6 Hair bands. 4 alag alag tarah ki baalon wali Clips.

Woh… uss din jo sandal tuti thi tumhari, Uska Ek strap.

Aur haan Woh kitaab jiske panne mod kar diye they tumne.

Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

 

Waise chote bade mila kar, kuch 23 kapde bhi pade hai tumahre.

Unme se, kuch me tum bala ki haseen lagi.

jaise woh red wala top aur Black wali dress.

Woh baby pink crop top aur woh green jump suit.

Sab yahin pada hai.

 

toh mai bas yeh keh raha tha ki kharid lena na waisa sa hi kuch kahi se..

kyunki, Sach kahu toh Lautane ka Dil nahi karta mera.

 

Nahi Nahi Mazak kar raha hoon, Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

Waise kuch hisab bhi dena tha tumko, Jo tumhari meri Tasveer wala, Coffee mug diya tha tumne.

Uska handle tut gaya hai mujhse. Blue wali shirt bhi peechel 2 hafton, Mil nahi rahi hai kahin par aur..

Perfume khatam ho gaya hai.

Ghadi khoyi nahi hai par band ho gayi thi. Isliye utar rakhi hai, bas bata raha hoon tumhe.

Woh Green wali check shirt dhobi ne jala di.

Woodland wale joote Zeeshan le gaya.

tumhare diye Earphones aur Chashma, ek din Airport par jaldbaazi me chhut gaye.

bahut dhunda, nahi mile.

 

Par Woh sukha hua Gulaab ke phoolo ka guladasta.

tumhari lipstick ke nishaan wala paper cup.

Woh tissue paper jis par tumne number likh kar diya tha, tumhari car parking ki parchiya.

Woh Tute hue Clutcher ke Dono hisse. tumahre more pankh wale jhumke.

Aur mai….

 

yeh sab kuch jo bhool gayi thi tum, ya shayad jaankar chhoda tha tumne.

Apni jaan se bhi jayada, Sambhal rakha hai maine sab, Jab aaogi toh le jaana.

Zakir Khan

 

(continuation from Ashk)

 

Tum soch rahi hogi kya bas cheezon ka hisaab rakha hai?

Hisaab har jazbaat ka hai jo tumse juda hua hai..

 

Wo jo pahli baar tum yu itraai thi aur meri shayri pe yu muskurai thi

Wo jab tumne pahli baar thaama tha haath mera Wo jab pahli baar meri aaghosh me aayi thi..

 

Hisaab un jazbaat kaa bhi hai jab tum toot toot ke roi thi hamaari pahli ladaai ke baad..

Hisaab un jazbaat ka bhi hai jab badi berukhi se chhoda tha tumne mera saath..

 

Main yu to yaad dilaana nahi chaahta tha par ammi kahti hai 77 raate mere kamre se rone ki aawaze aati thi..

Abbu kuchh kahte nahi par ab wo bewajah yoon hi daantate bhi nahi..

Baap hai na wo har haal jaan ke bhi khaamoshi akhtiyaar karna farz hai unka..

Bahen bhi badi sanjeeda rahti hai meri chehre ki maayusi dekh kar par wo pagli aksar mujhe hasaane ki koshish kar jaati hai..

 

Ye to bas kuchh chuninda jazbaat hai jo socha tumhe bata doon

Hisaab nahi lunga tumse mere Ashkon ke qatro ka

Naa hi hisaab lunga tumse wo laayani farebi mohabbat ka

 

Tum dogi bhi kya hisaab ke apni mohabbat to bas meri akele ki kahani thi

Usme thi to tum naam ko shaamil magar tumhare har jazbaat me beimaani thi..

 

To jaao, aur jaake khush raho kahi par

jaha tumhe lage yehi hai tumhare zindagi ki manzeel

 

Par haan, Jab aaogi palatkar waapas to le jaana ye jazbaat bhi,

ke maine sambhal rakhkha hai tere liye..

Jab aaogi to le jaana..

 

Ashk Nigahee

Wo aur Mai

Wo aur Mai.. 
Wo aati hai roz ek sadaa lekar

Khilkhilati hasee aur adaa lekar

Sunaati hai daastan aur qisse, fasaane

Kuchh Bekhudi me dube aur kuchh madhosh taraane..
Use kahna, kai hai jo hote hai muntazir uski aamad ke

Kai hai jo bichhate hai palke uski raaho pe

Kai hai jo kahte hai wo karte hai usse bepanah mohabbat

Kai hai jo daawa karte hai ki iske baghair unki subah sunee sunee si rahti hai
Magar,

Magar mai wo hoon jisne use roobaroo dekha hai..

Jab wo qaatilana muskaan bikher rahi thi

Jab wo bas yuhi zameen pe baithi apne gesuo ki late ulza rahi thi

Mai tha waha jab ek haseen mehfeel me bhi wo gum thi kahi khayalo me apne

Mai tha waha jaha usne raat ko thaam liya tha aur chand taare jaise ruk se gaye the aur wo bas muskuraahaten bikhere jaa rahi thi..
Wo kahti hai khushiya baatne se wo thakti nahi

Wo kahti hai k ek nahar hai wo jo kabhi rukti nahi
Par usse kahdo

Mai wo hoon jisne use qaid kar liya hai use.

tasweero me aur apne dil me, hamesha ke liye…
Dedicated to one of the most amazing RJs I have ever known!! 

©Ashk

Six Slice Cake

(Present Day)

I was running late to office and had stopped at Kohinoor for a quick bite of Bun Maska and the famous Irani Tea when I overhead an elderly yet zealous voice saying, “Bhayya six slice cake”.. I didn’t knew that someone could have an amazing appetite and could order 6 slice cakes.. To my own surprise just glancing at the person ordering 6 slice cake made me nostalgic..

(Somewhere in the memory lane)

I yelled,”Bhauji, 2 by 3 special” to which he echoed, “2 by 3 special de, Hyderabadi Biryani k table pe”.. Yup I was known by Hyderabadi Biryani, the only dish I liked (cause it was economical and yet tasty) at his always crowded Sahiba hotel..
It was my third year of MCA in SIOM and by now I had my fair share of happiness, sorrows and friends I could vouch on. We were discussing about the placements and how we’d be preparing for the companies and the life after college.
I was already placed in Pune based company Making it clear I’d still be in Pune after college whereas Sachin and Bhatu were indeed gonna get some top notch companies making it clear either one or both of them would be out of town for the sake of employment.
Our discussions were stuffed with Day 0 of Recruitment Drive, Campuses participating, Competition with Engineering grads and the girls. But no one had mustered enough courage to talk about the probable separation. Time passed quickly and we ended up in different cities with circumstances odd enough to make my best friends unavailable for our weddings..

(Present Day)

Although I was running late I decided to approach “The Man” to tell him I felt jealous and I envied what he had but I couldn’t. All I could do was try to avoid the laughter all around me.

(long back in the memory lane)

“Bhayya 3 me do plate Tahari dena.. Altamash aaj ka bill tu de bhai..” “Maine mana kiya kya bhai” came his poised response. As soon as he got up after finishing the food Tausif said agle baar tu de bill har baar usko bolna achcha nahi lagta to which I could only nod without uttering a single word.
It was 2nd year of our friendship and a bond for lifetime was being built. We had decided to pursue a career in the field of Information Technology and had even dreamt of us staying in the same apartment community so that we could look after each other’s back, that’s what friends do right?
Time flew as always with me and Tausif being flatmates and Altamash relocating to Pune. we all three got married eventually and are busy in our professional and married lives yet we stay in touch as frequently as possible cause there are friends whom you never let go, ever.

(Present Day)

“6 slice cake nahi bhai, 1 cake k 6 slices” (may be his next words faded in his mind, sabko diabetes hai ab).. He indeed was an elderly person and was accompanied by his 5 friends who seemed content, happy and vivacious having spent the moment together, maybe they’ve done that always and will keep on doing it forever.

I realized Heart is a miraculous thing when it’s greedy nothing can content it’s desires, when it is content even small things shared among friends make you joyous.

I approached The Man and told him I would like to take a photograph of them as a reminder of True Friendship that can last forever and can overcome all the boundaries. After answering the background verification questions I had the moment captured to be shared with my closest friends to tell them, “yes, we will reach the phase of 6 slice cake”..

Based on real characters and incidents. Happy Friendship Day..

Six Slice Cake

© http://www.ashknigahee.com

The Great Pretenders

There was a time when people used to socialize in real. They had social gatherings and outings, they sang and they ate together. But there were “Folks” who called it “being naive”.
These “Folks” were willing to achieve supremacy. And thus they invented Technology. These gadgets brought the world under fingertips. And “The Folks” were able to meet with other folks from places they had never heard about.

By the time Technology evolved and everyone including “The Folks” who were being referred as Scientists got so used to it that they contributed as much as possible in inventing and evolving Virtual Reality. The generations got so addicted to it that they forgot how the real world looked like, how did the birds chirp, how did the mountains echo, how did the rivers flow and how did the humans laughed at social gatherings..

But there were few…

The ones who had lived long enough to see both the social gatherings and the virtual reality. They took some young blood (kids and youth not the blood literally) with them and showed them how people lived before the technology evolved to what it was at present.
The young blood liked this old yet new way of looking at and living life and they continued to do so.

The Folks and all others who got addicted to Technology called these people living old way of life “The Great Pretenders”.

Dosti – Friendship Day Special

Happy Friendship Day my friends, ek jaam dosti ke naam..

Naa jaane kab pehchaan dosti me badal jaati hai.
Baatein badhtee hai, bahes bhi hoti hai.
Par yahi to ek naye rishte ki shuruat hoti hai.

Jaise ghazalon ki koi mehfil dar-ba-dar haseen hoti jaati hai.
Usi tarah ye dosti bhi zindagi ko gungunana sikhaati hai.
Is dosti me usool, rules ki hadein nahi hoti.
Surat na dikhe par yaadein dil mein samatee hai.

Hamari dosti bhi hai isi tarah yaadon mein basaane ke liye.
Aur maine isi thaam rakhkha hai zindagi bhar gungunane ke liye..

Trip to Dapoli – Witnessing the other side of Life.

Ask any IT professional about his company, work and salary, you will always have to hear a bad thing or two. Its blessing in disguise if you are working in corporate. And when you go on restriction free team outing you realize it gives you ample amount of opportunities to see different side of your coworkers, my experience was no different. The day we planned our outing for a beach, I was sure sea will change people and will make them show their different style of life.

They say, if you are in love everything looks beautiful. I would say if you are in love with nature then every gaze you put out from window enriches your heart with beautiful aspects of world to be stored forever. On our way to Dapoli, Anjarle & Murud I witnessed many such beautiful and magical moments.

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While the world is producing chaos every moment, Hindu Muslim unity was the most noteworthy fact of our trip. People with different culture, religion were abundant and all had affection in their eyes for each other. The most beautiful thing I saw in that small village was a Mandir and a Masjid built right next to each other. People did offer their prayers in there own way and lived in harmony. The affection and respect was not customary it was something which came out from heart, no double standards. I wondered why people from larger towns keep hatred in their heart and kept grudges for other religions. Can’t they understand universal brotherhood the way these villagers have not only understood but are actually living daily.

In India we say “Atithi Devo Bhav” which means “Guests resemble the God and so they should be treated that way”. In the times of colonial societies when your neighbors don’t even care if you are alive or dead, these Poor People with Rich Hospitality and even Richer Hearts depicted what we had forgotten about guests. No matter if they have resources or not, no matter what situation they are going through they are always happy to help. May it be showing you directions, suggesting eateries, giving boat rides or selling you fishes the feeling of respect and affection drips from every word they say. I recall reading it somewhere that if you want to see real India visit villages. I dare to change the saying as “visit villages if you want to witness the true Indian hospitality.”

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If someone is visiting a beach and is not talking about sea then chances are that person didn’t enjoy anything and was a loner better say looser. How beautiful it is to see the forms sea takes throughout the day. Often calm from outside still hiding terrible things beneath. Or sometimes showing his angry side as if to tell us that the calm the person is usually the more troublesome it can be when tested over the limits. The first thing that came to my mind after seeing sea was a, poem by one of the very famous poets in India.

Hajaar jivhaa tuzya garju de pratidhwanine tya
Samudra dalmalu de taare
Viraat vaadal helkaawu de parvat paanyaache
Dhalu de dishaakon saare..

Meaning..
(oh sea) let your thousands tongues roar with echoes. Oh sea let the stars crumble(in front of your challenges). Let the huge wave storms dilapidate mountains of water. Let all the navigation get diminished.

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If you have an artistic mind sand on the sea shore becomes your canvas and you go on expressing yourselves. Same was with me, My favorite past time was spending time on sand, writing names of characters I’m creating for my stories, my website’s name. Oh boy I was revisiting my childhood.

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They say nature is your biggest teacher, I say, “bravo!! You said it correct”. The sunrise, the sunset, the Silence of the sea, the trees, birds, sky, the moon everyone has something different something new to be learnt by us. They give us chance to perform introspection, think on how people and careers can reach zenith and disappear as if they never existed. The quality to be implemented to stand still even in the worst periods, the chance to take a break and cherish the beauty God has created all around us.

If you follow Bollywood movies then you must be aware of the cult hit Zindgi naa milegi dobara and might also know the famous quote “One who can not swim is skilled enough to be drown..” It is a sarcastic humor and at the same time it conveys an even greater message that if the time is not in your favor then try to enjoy the downfall.

I was taught that if you want to know what is your country’s future then you should pay a visit to schools and meet kidult minds. These young and ready to be molded hearts are nothing but half baked clay, the way you mold them that shape they will take. Although there are people who want to poison these sprouting minds with the poison of religious extremist shit the only thought I was having was may Almighty drive these kids on the way of success, happiness and may make them a catalyst in the emergence of India as a superpower.

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No matter how much booze, smoke or huqqa you have, you cannot avoid mentioning Fish when you blog about a beach. I feel I’m not capable of praising this divine food. (Sorry PETA, whenever I see fish i see food 😉 ) No matter how much money you pay, you can’t thank enough to the family who fed you till your heart was contempt. And we all are thankful to the family who not only cooked the best fish I had in my entire life(Mom, I wish you don’t read this or ignore & move ahead 😉 ) but also served it with love and affection.

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Ending with one sher which really depicts the true calm, silent, powerful & patient nature of sea.

Aaghaz to hota hai anjaam nahi hota,
jab meri kahani me wo naam nahi hota.
Din dube ya dube baarat liye kashtee
Saahil pe magar koi kohram nahi hota..

Image Courtesy:

Swanand : https://www.facebook.com/swanand.kshirsagar

Ritesh: https://www.facebook.com/t1819

Three Wishes

Last night an Angel to come and asked, tell me boy what are your three wishes? God ordered me to fulfill them.

I replied wittingly, “Oh Angel, don’t ask me about wishes. I’m a much satisfied person than I look.”
Suddenly I thought about you and said, “But I’ve a very amazing friend”.

“Take care of her.
Shower all the happiness in the world on her.
And fulfill all her dreams & wishes so that she will never cry and be smiling always!!”

Surprisingly the Angel replied,
“Oh Boy, you might not know but I feel you are deeply in love with her and that’s why all you wish is her happiness.”

Now I’m puzzled, is it actually Love?

What do you think?
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May Allah bless this girl for writing such beautiful words.. And may Allah be merciful on my Palestinian brothers & sisters.
Amen.

Dreams to Reality !

Fictional Intruder

Go down the rabbit hole with Alice; play quidditch with Harry Potter; float down the river with Huck Finn… If you could choose three fictional events or adventures to experience yourself, what would they be?

(Thanks for a great prompt suggestion, SunnyWilliams!)

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I went to Rabbit hole but could not find Alice,

I looked for Harry Potter , but the play ground was so silent

The river was floating , but couldn’t find Huck Finn..

I looked for them all around

I shouted,

I wandered ,

here and there ,

but

No use…

Where is Alice?

Where is Potter?

Where is Huck finn ???

Suddenly I saw a rabbit sadly looking down the hill…

I rushed to him

and I saw

Alice

Harry

Hunk

All crying and shouting for help

Help for children of GAZA, Palestine

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Oh Allah bless these children who cant even enjoy these characters…

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