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


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

It Hurts when you say Goodbye.

Why didn’t you thought about this earlier? I had already told you about our marriage concept on very first day, right?

What is wrong? Why can’t you just sit with me and tell me what is bothering you? Is it what I feel what it may be?

Why have you taken this decision at this moment? Why after we have walked together for such a long and when there is no looking back?

Have you at least thought it for once that what impact it may cause on my heart?

I Love You So Much, Please Come Back!!

What was the use of the secrets we shared, the promises we made, the time we spent, the dreams which we had together, the care we had for each other? At least I cared for you and will always do.

What should I do about that? Our first date? Our first kiss? Our fist fight? How can you forget all these? Can you ever forget when for the first time you cuddled me and promised to never leave me?

I was happy with my heart lost. What should I do with it when you will return it back to me ? Cause I always believed and still do that my heart belongs to you. Only you.

Just because our religions are different, our parents won’t allow us to marry? Does that mean we can stop loving each other?

I know that our parent have done a lot for us and we can never ever hurt them but I am definitely not afraid of this society. It really never meant anything to me. What mattered to me was my Family and now You too!!

Just for once close your eyes and say that you never loved me, not even once? You never felt anything for me? You never ever missed me? And now you don’t even want to talk to me just because your parents said not to?

Can you ever avoid me? Can you ever see in my eyes and say directly that whatever we had in between us was a lie?

Ask your own heart and if answer of any of the questions is against our love then I will never bother you again and will never come in your way. Yes I will leave you forever although not by choice but by force.

You know what, “It hurts when you say Goodbye.”

You have made me that person to whom his beloved after piercing a knife in heart asks, “does it hurt sweetheart?” and I have to say, “No Darling not at all.”

You have made me that person who has to say,

ना झिन्दगी मे खुशी है, ना मौत हमे बुलाती है.
झहर हो चुका है दिल, अब तो सांसे भी हमे सताती है…


पुराने सामान मे इक तस्वीर मिली थी
भोला सा चेहरा, प्यारी निगाहे
मासूम सी मुस्कान, और शरारती अदाये
कुछ पल उसे देखकर सुर्खरू सा हुआ  था

मा ने कहा ये तस्वीर है तेरी
है तेरे बचपन  कि निशानी

जानकर ये दो “अश्क” छलके “निगाहो”से
सोचता हु ये झिन्दगी हमे क्या से क्या बनाती है

कभी पढाई कि जद्दोजहत
कभी आशिकी मे रुलाती है
कभी ऑफिस कि टेन्शन
कभी यारो से मिलाती है

वक़्त के साथ सब यादे धुंदला सी गयी है आंखो से
बस वो धुंदली सी “तस्वीर” अब तक याद आती है…

कुछ जज़्बात अनकहे अनसुने

इरादों का आस्मां और उम्मीदों की ज़मीन है
जो तू है साथ तो ज़िंदगी कितनी हसीं है…….
पता नहीं क्यूं आज आँखों में नमी है
शायद गर तू नहीं तो खुशियों में भी कमी है…..
आज तेरी बहोत याद आई है सनम, यूँ जुदाई का ना ढाओ मुज़पे सितम…

एक ही क़ता बार बार नही करते
दिल दे के पछताये थे अब हम प्यार नही करते
तमाशा बना रखा है उल्फत को लोगोने
इसलिये मुहब्बत पे हम ऐतबार नही करते
पर कुछ तो हक़िक़त थी मेरी मुहब्बत मे झालीम
इसीलिये तेरे बेवफाई के किस्से सर-ए-बाजार नही करते

लझ्झत-ए-उल्फत है मौक़ुफ़ जुदाई मे
अब आ रहा है यारो हमको मझा तन्हाई मे
(मौक़ुफ़ = hidden)

आशीको को उल्फत अंधेरो से होती है
परवाना शमा को जलकर भी बुझा देता है

तेरे इश्क़ का खुमार ही तो है
गुस्सा ही सही तेरा अंदाज-ए-प्यार ही तो है
दौर-ए-फ़िराक़ से क्या शिकायत करे अश्क
जो मुद्दतो से है हमराह-ए-झिन्दगी
वो तेरे लौटने का इंतझार ही तो है..

बैठे है तन्हा किसी कि आस मे
कुछ भी नही यादो के अलावा पास मे
सोचते है क्या हुआ जो कोई नही पास हमारे
नाबिना भी तो जिता है तसव्वुर के सहारे
(नाबिना = blind person)

Do you believe in unseen relationship? How pure or honest do you think it could be? If you can’t meet your partner ever, you don’t know his/her gender age still you’ll carry it?
Relations are not meant for physical togetherness instead it is a bond between the hearts of two people by which they share happiness, sorrows and all other emotions. I feel this is what a relation is.
I really don’t know what this relation is called & even i don’t want to know as well…..
And without knowing who you r? where r you from? what do you do? how do you look? and many more such things I am in a relation with you. And more so ever i don’t want you to answer these questions as well…….
I am already in a relation with you; would you like to be in a relation with me in the same way???????


No man is dead, no man is alive
all are thieves, resting in a hive.

Some men are good, some men are bad
No one is happy, everyone is sad.
Why money has turned wise people mad?
Money has turned wise people mad,
Neither mother is ours nor we are of dad.

People changed completely…
People changed completely,
They are feeling sorrow in their neighbor’s glad.
No place for kind, cruel is the king,
A quarrel is going on & they are watching it by sitting in the wing……

(One of my several originals on selfishness in the society)


Labo par uske kabhi baddua nahi hoti,
Bas ek maa hai jo kabhi khafa nahi hoti,

Iss tarah mere gunaahon ko wo dho deti hai,
Maa bahut gusse mein hoti hai to ro deti hai,

Maine rote hue ponche the kisi din aansoo,
Muddaton maa ne nahi dhoya dupatta apna,

Abhi zinda hai maa meri mujhe kuch bhi nahi hoga,
Main jab ghar se nikalta hoon dua bhi saath chalti hai,

Jab bhi kashti meri sailaab mein aa jaati hai,
Maa dua karti hui khwaab mein aa jaati hai,

Ai andhere dekh le muh tera kaala ho gaya,
Maa ne aankhein khol di ghar mein ujaala ho gaya,

Meri khwaahish hai ki main phir se farishta ho jaun,
Maa se is tarah liptun ki bachcha ho jaun,

Maa ke aage yun kabhi khulkar nahi rona,
Jahan buniyaad ho itni nami achhi nahi hoti,

Lipat jaata hoon maa se aur mausi muskurati hai,
Main udru mein ghazal kehta hoon hindi muskrati hai…

Munawar Rana

गांधी और मै

सुनसान  सडक  थी  कड़ी  थी  धुप
बतिया  रहे  थे  गाँधी  और  मै  था  चुप
पूछा  उन्होंने  के  क्या  आज़ादी  के  बाद
तुम्हारी  किस्मत  का  ताला  खुला?

खामोशी  तोड़  मै  सुबक  कर  बोला

चाहत  थी  जन्नत  की  चमन  तक  ना  मिला
आरजू  थी  खुशियों  की  अमन  तक  ना  मिला
जला  दिए  गए  ज़िंदा  उन्हें  कफ़न  तक  ना  मिला
क़त्ल  कर  दिए  गए  मजलूम  और  मासूम
दरिंदो  को  ताक़त  आजमाने  फौलादी  बदन  तक  ना  मिला
चाहत  थी  जन्नत  की  चमन  तक  ना  मिला ….
मर  मिटे  लोग  धर्म  की  खातिर  उन्हें  मरने  के  लिए  कोई  बहाना  ना  मिला
किस्से  कहानियो  में  भी  उतर  आया  धर्मयुद्ध
बूढों  को  सुनाने  के  लिए  कोई  फ़साना  ना  मिला
प्यार  बदला  नफरत  में , ख़ुशी  दंगो  की  हसरत  में
राष्ट्रप्रेम  का  तो  कोई  दीवाना  ना  मिला
चाहत  थी  जन्नत  की  चमन  तक  ना  मिला….भाईचारा  और  इंसानियत  के  सौ  तुकडे  हो  गए
सहिष्णुता  और  सदभाव  इतिहास  के  पन्नो  में  खो  गए
फिजा  खुशियों  की  धर्मान्धता  में  बदल  गयी
भ्रष्टाचार  की  आंधी  मुल्क में मचल  गयी
देशभक्ति  का  तो  कोई  अफसाना  ना  मिला
चाहत  थी  जन्नत  की  चमन  तक  ना  मिला….

सुनकर  ये  गांधी  सिसकने  लगे
“निगाहों” से  उनके  भी  “अश्क” छलकने  लगे
फिर  भी  धाडस  बंधाया  उन्होंने मुझे और  कहा  के
“ऐसा  भी  एक  दिन  आएगा,
शांति  का  परचम  मुल्क  में  लहराएगा
ज़रूरी  नहीं  है  उसके  लिए  एक  और  गाँधी
बस  काफी  है  “युवको”  के  जज़्बात  की  आंधी”

इतना  कह  के  गांधी  लुप्त  हो  गए
और  मेरे  नैन  भविष्य  के  सपनो  में  खो  गए…

मुझे किसी से मोहब्बत नहीं सिवा तेरे

मुझे किसी से मोहब्बत नहीं सिवा तेरे
मुझे किसी की ज़रूरत नहीं सिवा तेरे
मेरी नज़रों को थी तलाश जिस की बरसों से
किसी के पास वो सूरत नहीं सिवा तेरे
मेरे दिल के बंजार रेगिस्तान को चमन बना सके
किसी के पास मुस्कान का ऐसा गुलिस्तां नहीं सिवा तेरे
मेरे लबो को अब कुछ एक प्यास है सदियों से
किसी के पास वो शबनम नही सिवा तेरे
किस्मत की लकीरों से लड़ने की आदत सी है
खुदा की इतनी इनायत नहीं सिवा तेरे
तकदीर से जंग ही है जिंदगी मेरी
मेरे दिल में और कोई आरज़ू नहीं सिवा तेरे
जो मेरे सख्त दिल को बचपन की राह चला सके
किसी में इतनी मासूमियत नहीं सिवा तेरे
जो मेरे दिल और मेरी जिंदगी से खेल सके
किसी को इतनी इजाज़त नहीं सिवा तेरे …
poem by: Dr. Chetan Kabra


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.