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

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..

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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.       

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Fandry: A story of Love, Life and Latitudinarianism

        It had been a long time since I had gone out for watching a movie with my Team. One fine day my MD Preetam asked us for organizing a movie event and surprisingly he himself suggested the movie entitled Fandry. The moment I heard the name I Googled about it and got to know that its a Marathi movie. Although I was not very much happy with watching a movie whose promo looked as if it has been shot in ancient times the only thing (obviously apart from MD’s suggestion) which made me give it a shot on day one was it had got nice responses.

        On the Valentine’s day when Love was in the air my team was working tiringly  on checking out for security threats in code base and monitoring monotonous Apache Logs same day Fandry was released and we reserved our seats for an evening show.(Yeah I had no date, no lady love was expecting me to buy her Roses to talk sweet nothings). I ended up with working 10 hours straight relaxing myself with couple of Tea cups and smokes before we reached Inox with only one question in mind what does Fandry mean?

        When we made ourselves comfortable on the luxury class chairs couples were entering holding their arms around each other and it made me feel like, ‘guys seriously is it really worth watching this movie on Valentine’s day, go on for a long ride instead.’ No sooner the movie started it worked as a spell on me with the true rural language and locations used for picturization.

        The movie revolves around a poor boy Jabya (Somnath Awghade) belonging to a cast which is considered as untouchable(Yes its heinous truth of wannabe superpower India in 21st century) in rural areas, desperately desiring to hunt a black Sparrow. His family consists of a down to earth, uneducated, society fearing father(Kishor Kadam), a typical mother(Chhaya Kadam) who has equal affection for all her kids but who had to ask her son for forfeiting his desire to buy jeans so that she could save some money to marry her younger daughter. A divorced sister and ofcourse another sister who is about to get married. The boy Jabya is blessed with two friends who look for his back in thick and thin. And obviously a lady love Shaalu(Rajeshwari Kharat).

        Jabya has a crush on Shaalu and she knowingly or unknowingly acts as if she knows it and Jabya feels she is reciprocating the same. He has dreams and he wants to live them. He sells ice candies to buy a jeans and t-shirt to woo her. Also he is trying his best to hunt a black Sparrow which he wants to burn and use the ash to make Shaalu fall in love with her. He dislikes the job his family does of catching the stray pigs and tries to keep himself away from it. The best part about Jabya’s performance is the way he blushes. 🙂

        Nana (Jabya’s father) pleads everyone and works on any job he gets so that he could earn bread and butter for his family. Nana carries a deep grief that one of his daughter has been divorced and he has to pay dowry to get her second daughter married. As he belongs to a lower cast he is asked to catch and kill stray pigs causing nuisance which he alone is incapable of doing because of his increasing age.

        Every seen is mesmerizing, every character is beautiful and every single statement from the movie is a bitter truth. May it be Jabya’s hiding somewhere to avoid facing Shaalu when he or his family is doing odd chores, Naani(Jabya’s mother) visiting Jabya’s school to check if he is studying properly, Jabya’s father humbly requesting to alliance that he can not pay a great amount of dowry as he is a poor man, Jabya’s friend teasing him on the name of Shaalu or again Jabya’s father crying his heart loud in front of his son that he is poor and belongs to a lower cast and hence can not fight with society.

        The movie depicts some really mind boggling truths from Indian society like rich-poor differences, upper and lower cast differences, how people treat poor and lower casts, grievous rituals, dowry problem and what not. When the movie is about to end Jabya nad his sister carry the hunted pig on their way home from school, they pass from the painted photos of Social Leaders Mahatma Phule, Savitribai Phule, Gadge Baba who heavily contributed in reforming the lower casts decades ago and Jabya never even got a glimpse of their reformation, as if he is asking did the reformation actually happened or its also just a myth. The movie ends with Jabya taking an aggressive stand against the wicked society and challenging them to test him.

        There are three people who deserve a standing ovation Jabya(Somnath Awghade) with his innocent later determined stand towards love and life, Jabya’s father(Kishor Kadam) who acted as if he actually is living the character and Nagraj Manjule for writing & directing this movie.

        When the movie ended we hardly spoke to each other, the only thing we talked about was the fact that some Jabya and his father was going through all this while we were watching the movie in an A/C theater and the world was celebrating Valentine’s eve.

PS: The movie has English subtitles so even if you don’t know Marathi you can watch Fandry. I am promoting and recommending this movies with a deep hope that when some Jabya might need help and you are in a position to help him you won’t have to think twice before doing the noble act. (Well you need to watch the movie to know what Fandry actually means too!! )

Movie – Fandry
IMDB – 8.9/10
Produced By – Nilesh Navlakha,Vivek Kajaria
Directed By – Nagraj Manjule
Star Cast : Somnath Awghade Rajeshwari Kharat ,Suraj Pawar,Kishor Kadam,Chhaya Kadam,Jyoti Subhash,Pravin Tarde,Suresh Vishwakarma,Vikas Pandurang Patil,Suhash Shirsat,Sohail Shaikh,Aishwarya Shinde,Sakshi Vyavhare,Bhushan Manjule,Sanjay Chaudhri,Prashant Kamble,Nagraj Manjule,Purnanand Wandhekar,Subhash Kamble ,Pradeep Awate
Story,Screenplay,Dilouge – Nagraj Manjule
Screenplay By – Nagraj Manjule

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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…

Dedh Ishqiya Poetry

The day I saw the movie Dedh Ishqiya I thought of penning down all the ashaar from the movie.
Finally here is the feast of all of them for you guys. All credts to origanal Shayar. I wished if I could translate them all in English for my non Urdu readers but I’m afraid I may not justify the original depth of meaning which the shayar meant. Here they go.

Tum tanhaa duniya se ladoge bachcho si baat karte ho…

Aap ko pahle kahi dekha hai.
Yaad aaye kaha to italla zaroor kijiyega, ham bhi dhund rahe hai kabse apne aap ko..
(italla=inform)

Yaha libas ki kimat hai aadmi ki nahi
muze gilaas badaa de, sharaab kam kar..
(libas=clothes)

sawar nok palak abruo me kham kar de
gire pade hue lafzo ko mohtaram kar de..

jab maine use khaas nigaahe naas se dekha
aaina fir usne naye andaaz se dekha..

charag jalaate hi Poras ki fauj bhaag gayi
gali me tanhaa Sikandar udaas baitha tha..

wahi taaj hai, wahi takht hai
wahi zahar hai wahi jaam hai
ye wahi Khuda ki zameen hai,
yahi buton ka nizaam hai
bade shauk se mera ghar jalaa
koi aanch tuz par naa aayegi
ye zabaan kisi ne khareed li
ye kalam kisi ka ghulaam hai….

naa bolu mai to kaleja fuke
jo bol du to zabaan jale hai
sulag naa jaawe agar sune wo
jo baat meri zabaan tale hai
naa bolu mai to kaleja fuke
jo bol du to zabaan jale hai
lage to fir yu ke rog laage
naa saans aawe naa saans jaawe
ye ishq hai naamuraad aisa
ke jaan lewe tabhi tale hai
naa bolu mai to kaleja fuke
jo bol du to zabaan jale hai

Hame lagtaa tha ke aap jaise aashik sirf filmo me hi paaye jaate hai, Dua hai ke Allahmiya hame aapki ishq-e-shiddat ataa kare…

Hamaree is duniya me zindagee thamee si rahtee hai, kabhi aaiyega boot banke baithenge..
(boot=statue)

And Finally the most acclaimed sher,

Ishq ke saat makaam hote hai,

“dilkashi, uns, muhabbat, akidat, ibaadat, junoon aur maut”…

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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At times I feel…

At times I feel she’s the one, but she never shows any sign

At times I feel she’ll open up, cuddling me to leave never

At times I feel she’ll never open up, will never force  to have what is her from forever

At times I feel she’s working on it to happen, enchanting my world with her spell

At times I feel her spells are to take her away from me, to tear me apart

At times I feel lets leave it up to her, let her be what and how she wants to be
Cause The truth is she’s mine, mine forever
She’ll come to me, to behold me in her embrace to be in my world, to be my world !!