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

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”.

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…

Hyderabad Rape Case. An appeal to every person. Mission Justice for Sister Aabroo

Dear Sir/Madam,
I am a citizen of India and for the first time I have dared to pen down my thoughts about the injustice in society.I was taught that I’d never walk a step in police station if I were wise but even if today I won’t open up, I think I never would.

Sir/Madam you must be aware of what has happened in Hyderabad ( if not please visit http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2013-09-18/hyderabad/42182444_1_cyber-city-canteen-director-general ). If you were unaware about it then its failure of liberty given to media which may have sold itself to politicians and barons for their own causes.

Just to revive your busy mind about the incident ( is it so? or is it a hideous inhuman crime?) I would like to specify few facts as told by the victim herself.

  • She was abducted from her college on 3rd April 2012.
  • She was continuously assaulted.
  • She was constantly raped.
  • She was moved from places to places(noteworthy thing is owners/neighbors knew about rape bondage but did nothing.)
  • Family of the accused knows it. For crying out loud father of the accused is an ex-army man, brother is an advocate and still they did nothing which would have suited to their profession. The most irritating fact is brother of accused also tried to molest her.
  • The girl had called from accused’s mobile and had given an active clue to trace her in around May 2012. The cops traced the number back to accused but inspector reverted by saying accused Satya Prakash Singh confessed it to be his mobile number but claimed it was lost few months back and refused any knowledge about the missing girl, so police simply let him off.
  • Mr. Amjedullah Khan(who accompanied the girl while lodging the complaint) alleged that police let off Satya Prakash Singh even after such a crucial lead because of the intervention of senior TDP politician son in whose college Satya Prakash was running the canteen.
  • The girl got pregnant and a lady doctor helped the accused by carrying out an illegal abortion.
  • Some Police officers took bribe and participated in her humiliation by groping her.

Sir/Madam there is one sister who was abducted, assaulted, humiliated and raped for 17 months, A daughter who was torn into pieces not only physically but also psychologically and there is a woman who was treated as an object by the sinner. I may have a sister, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, or just another fellow lady passenger who travels with me on the same route. I care for them and I want to see them safe when they leave from home and thus I expect few of my questions to be answered.

  • How it can happen that a person was confined for 17 months and nobody cared about the ordeal she might be going through?
  • Why nobody could find her?
  • Were the clues insufficient when she had called from abduction?
  • What about Inhuman flat owners/neighbours where she was kept as a hostage and they kept mum?
  • What about the involvement of college personnel?
  • A brief about the stained role of cops?
  • Why the news is not on TV?
  • Why still nobody knows?
  • What about investigation? Why the accused is in judicial custody and not in police custody where he can be given third degree to made him spit out the truth?

There are few thoughts you might be expecting from every sane human being in reply to every rape and molestation case as:

1. Time to rethink about capital punishment for such culprits. (Stoned to death in public place)
2. Tear apart the double faced media, who has not yet given on any tv news channels apart from few online papers that too after a facebook outrage.
3. According to the initial complaint policemen also helped the culprit. If cops are found guilty they should be given the same punishment.
4. The doctors who carry out such abortions should be banned and prosecuted equally.

To hide her identity we are calling her sister Aabroo / Sister Aabrooh. To know about her entire ordeal please visit https://ashknigahee.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/20-year-old-hyderabad-student-confined-raped-for-17-months-mission-justice-for-sister-aabroo/

An ordinary man alone is never heard, can you please send the same mail for showing your support to every police commissioner/ Chief Minister/ Women Commissions/ Governor?

Justice For Aabroo
Justice For Aabroo
Rally Hyderabad
Rally Hyderabad

 

तस्वीर

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???????

DISGUST

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)