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

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

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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”.

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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The boy, The girl and The Love..

He is talkative, She speaks calculated words but with wisdom.

He’s a believer, she is a devout.

He loves cooking, she loves food.

He’s a nerd, she’s a manager..

She’s a homely girl, he avoids family interactions.

She’s enthusiast, he’s lazy.

She uses mobile for convenience, its his necessity.

He loves music, she turns a deaf ear.

He loves calling her sweet names, she loves her own name.

He floods her with compliments, she says she’s bad at accepting them..

But they both are Genuine. Trust each other. Like each other. Adore each other. Workaholics. Loyal with professions and honest with emotions.

His love is outspoken, she hides it behind the vail of friendship.

They’ve cultural differences. They’ve religious differences. They’ve their own likes and dislikes.

Too many differences so less similarities. As if they are the poles of magnet. So far still craving to be together.

May be the only couple (is it so?) where the things which are common are limited but they find every moment to joyous, make every moment blessed. Live every moment to the fullest as if it is their last breath.

Meet them, they are Indians. Where parents come before love. Society comes before happiness and religions come before togetherness.

Where love is not about being two people happy, its about how to pretend to be happy when entire world is against it..

Lets hope they accept each other, take efforts and convince their parents, set an example for communal harmony.

Time has changed and so has love. I pray their love gets succeeded cause True Lovers are rare to find these days…

Enchanted: Under the spell of Love.

       Every human being at some point of time believes in magic, enchantments and spells. And hell yeah the generation which grew up along with Harry Potter certainly wishes to see these things more desperately. He was no different. Although being a full grown up, working in corporate, earning handsome salary he craved for these enchantments.

       A workoholic bachelor living with friends going out on silent rides has everything which he needs to be contempt of, still he was searching something. Searching it so badly as if he was on a quest, a quest which may be the last of his life.

       It was a routine day, he was working as if his ass was being ripped off for a headlined project and he felt somebody passed from right in front of him. Out of sheer curiosity he glanced at the passerby. Just another new joiner girl. Not as interesting as the work he was doing. He glued his eyes to his monitor again. By the time he was done with his assignment his friends were echoing his name to join them for lunch. The same usual crappy food, whats all in it to be excited of he thought to himself.

       When for the first time he made an eye contact with her in cafeteria that moment gave him goosebumps. He felt as if he saw an Angel. Tall, fair and beautiful. The long curly hairs seemed like a mystery to him which he would try to figure out for eternity. Her black eyes were the black diamonds which God must have created to beautify this girl. He was enchanted by her innocent smile. Enchanted so badly that he himself never even would wish to be out of it. He was so mesmerized by her that he never even realized that his usual crappy lunch was over and he had to go back to the work.

       The work he loved so badly felt useless bugger to him. He was under spell. A spell casted by a magician in her unawareness. He heard his inner voice telling him that this is what you were searching for. This is your quest. May be last one of your life. Madness, attraction, craze, infatuation or love whatever it was, he was enchanted.

       In the beginning he hesitated talking to her thinking she might consider him yet another moron trying to woo her. He never wanted that. The only thing which kept him fascinated about her at the most was her honest innocent smile. She never faked it, she never could. After the first interaction he felt he was something. Someone in her own universe; may be a commoner, may be more than that, or may be nothing at all. But he assured himself about the second case. She started acknowledging his presence with the enchanting smile and he was on the top of the world or may be in the core bottom of ocean where no one would know what is going on.

       He is still befriending her taking it slow and steady. May be the destiny beholds the secret of their togetherness or may be the friendship will be end of her spell.

       Doesn’t matter if she knows or not he would love to be under her spell, forever.       

Angel

The Known Stranger.

         He was a good looking guy, one who was very much attentive towards his hairstyle cause he believed in the motto ‘First impression is the last impression.’ He loved staying in the limelight and may be that’s why he scored pretty well after putting determined efforts and was renowned as one of the nerds. But the truth was he was never a nerd, he was a poet, a mischievous one, who used to tease girls at school. Girls who were attractive (especially those who were egoist) were the usual victims of his sarcastic poetry. May be that’s why his group was limited to only seven lads who were dedicated towards their goals of lives.

         She was a financially middle class student, a daughter raised with values, pride of her parents. She used to wear Hijaab (veil) because she was beautiful or she looked beautiful because she used to wear Hijab was a mystery for everyone including herself. Undoubtedly a book worm. She wouldn’t even care to look who is sitting next and hence according to his definition she was an egoist.

         Coincidentally their seats were allotted parallely. On the very first day of the junior high school (10+2 in India) their eyes met and they were drenched in the showers of love. She was bit shy and hence there was no scope that she would have spoken to him first. Although he was dashing, he hesitated in talking to her considering the fact about his mischievous behavior she may avoid talking to him.

         The year was gone with the wind and they both passed with good grades. Destiny played her role again and both were admitted in the same college for different streams. He used to behave as if he was her watchful protector and would take care of her like a silent guardian. In the annual college gathering he dedicated a poem to her without taking her name. He called her the Known Stranger. She liked it so much and surprisingly he won the first prize too!! Their love was an untold truth to them. But they never uttered a single word to each other, never talked sweet nothings of love or even expressed it openly. They were happy with the silent love which was blossoming day by day.

         Meanwhile they both graduated. He went to Pune to pursue his MCA and eventually became a Security Analyst. He got to know that she was gonna pursue her Masters in Biotechnology but she disappeared in thin air, God knows where. He had thought of proposing her once he had settled down in his career but she was unreachable for everyone.

         And now in this strange world of possibilities he is searching for “The Known Stranger”. Lets hope he meets her 🙂

beautiful stranger

Desire of Separation.

After a big fight with my mom when I left home to travel back to my college which is twelve hours journey from my hometown I had never ever dreamed that this train travel will turn out to be the most beautiful journey of my life..

I could not sleep during the half of the travel till four am and when I woke up at around half past five am “There she was sitting like an angel.” Calm, silent, careless, reading a book. Those spectacles could not hide the depth of most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Her flawless skin was glowing in that general compartment as if Moon has been called to illuminate the world on no moon night.

She was reading the book so passionately as if she has nothing to do with whatever was going around. Honestly she never even glimpsed towards me for the first 15 minutes after I woke up and I was so disturbed by it that I was cleaning the sleepy face by napkin  and combing my hairs so frequently that every other person sitting around would have known by then that I am restless.

When she stopped reading a pleasant smile spread over her face which added millions of praises for her beauty. She looked around the compartment and her eyes stopped on my face for hardly ten seconds.but when our eyes met I smiled at her and she was plain without any expression. She just stood up, placed her book in her purse, fumbled her “pahloo” (a cloth used by girls to cover their head) and sat, that’s all. And I was like what the hell? That’s it? Is this what I will get from her for staring for more than 15-20 minutes?

But I was lucky enough. She saw me again. This time with a pleasant smile on her face and I felt as if I was the luckiest person in the world at that moment. I started scribbling my poem “Anjaana Chehra” and she knew that I was writing something for her. By the time I was thinking about the words that would suit her the best, I found out that she stood up and was ready to board. I yelled at myself Holy Shit and was pleading her secretly,” please just don’t get off the train I will surely talk to you in any moment.”And suddenly her family came into picture. They took the luggage and left. While leaving she saw at me for the longest time she could and boarded Ahmed nagar station. I swear on God I don’t know why but I will hate this city forever.

But God was being merciful, the Ticket checker who stopped and asked for tickets seemed like an angel to me. They all stopped and she again saw at me. My heart was pounding with joy. I tore that piece of paper from my diary and waved at her so that she could know it is for her. She just smiled and nodded in negative. I could not help myself so I took off the train to see her for the last time and was gazing in her direction till the moment she was lost in the crowd to surprise me again sometime.

The world is not that big and the life is very long. I have lived to see the separation, I will see the reunion. And so my “Desire of Separation” is just another wish to rejuvenate the reunion. We will meet for sure, we will meet for sure.

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आरझू

ना ये फलसफा है, ना ये कहानी है..
ये तो हक़िक़त है, दिल कि झुबानी है…

तो तरुण, देखणा आपल्या लुक्स विषयी विशेष जागरूक. MCA 1st year त्यामुळे आपल्या laptop, sheets इत्यादीसाठी विशेष दक्ष. एके दिवशी पुण्याहून नांदेडला ट्रेन ने परतताना घडलेला हा अविस्मर्णीय प्रसंग.
घाइगर्दीत ट्रेनमध्ये चढल्यानंतर त्याला लक्षात आले कि, त्याच्या seat वर ती बसलेली आहे. तो मुळातच सनकी. याने उभ्याउभ्याच तिला खडसावले. ती शांतच. याने जिभेचा पट्टा सैल सोडला. तरी ती शांतच. फक्त नजर वर करून तिने याच्याकडे पाहिले पण चकार शब्द बोलली नाही. हा मात्र चिडला. नाविलाज म्हणून तिच्या समोरच्या seat वर बसला. कधी नव्हे ते आज घडले अख्खे compartment रिकामे होते जणूकाही दैव याच्यावर हसत होते. ती, तो आणि दोन वृद्ध जोडपी होती. याने आपला laptop काढला व काहीतरी करत बसला.
याची नजर तिच्याकडे गेली. किती सुंदर होती ती. जणूकाही अप्सराच. तिचे ते ओठ जणू गुलाबाच्या पाकळ्या. परंतु तिच्या त्या अत्यंत सुंदर टपोर्या डोळ्यांत याला एक रुक्षपणा वाटला एक अनामिक दुख वाटले. ती जर याची पत्नी असती तर? किती आवडली होती ती याला. परंतु त्या संगणकीय हृदयात शिस्तीला वेगळी जागा होती. का म्हणून ती याच्या जागेवर बसली? इतर चारही सहप्रवाशांशी ती बोलत होती परंतु याच्याकडे बघणेसुद्धा टाळत होती. पण का?
आता याला राहवेना. याने तिच्याशी बोलण्याचा प्रयत्न केला, तेवढ्यात तिचा mobile खणखणला. तिच्या वडिलांचा फोन होता तो. ते स्टेशनवर थांबले आहेत हे एव्हाना याच्या लक्षात आले होते. तिचे बोलणे संपल्यावर याने स्वतःचा परिचय करून दिला. नाव, गाव, कॉलेज सर्वकाही सांगितले. ती ऐकत होती पण बोलली काही नाही फक्त नाव सांगितले “आरझू”.
एवढ्यात तिचे स्टेशन आले. compartment मध्ये एक पन्नाशीची व्यक्ती चढली. बहुधा ते तिचे वडील असावेत. त्यांनी तिला दोन्ही हातानी पकडले नंतर मागून आलेल्या एका मुलाने आणलेल्या wheelchair वर तिला बसवले आणि घेऊन निघूनही गेले. तिने जाताना याला फक्त एकदा वळून पाहिले. ती अपंग होती आणि याने तिला किती सुनावले होते. Sorry सुद्धा म्हणाला नव्हता हा पठ्ठा.
ती निघून गेली आणि हा तिला पाठमोरी पाहत राहिला. आज तो तिला या अथांग विश्वात शोधात आहे. कोणास ठावूक ती याला भेटेल न भेटेल.

मीच तो.