Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Thursday, September 15, 2016
बातें है बड़ी बड़ी
सपने भी है बड़े बड़े
अरमान है बड़े बड़े
Monday, April 18, 2016
छुड़ा के हाथ मेरा तुम
आज फिर भुला दिए
किये थे जो कितने वादे तुमने
तू ही बता दे मुझे अब कि
जब जानती थी जाना तय है तुम्हारा
फिर भी इंतज़ार तेरा था क्यूँ
दिल इतना मज़बूर मेरा था क्यूँ।
आखिर, तूने किये तय वो रस्ते
जो शायद मैं ना कर पाती हँसके
अच्छा ही हुआ कि तुमने किया
हाँ, मैं शायद ना ही कर पाती
जो कर पाये तुम।
खेल शब्दों का तो अच्छा है
पर दिलों के खेल नहीं जानती
प्यार किया चाहे तुम थे या न थे
पर प्यार हमेशा था मेरे साथ
हाँ, मेरा प्यार, तुम्हारे लिए, मेरे पास।
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Saturday, November 07, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
They never imagined that a day will arrive when they will be stranger to each other. The day came, out of parental pressure, they decided to never see each other in future. it was painful yet unavoidable. they who were made for each other, became two separate individuals now. Anamika slowly but certainly started taking things in her stride & learnt to live life all alone, there was no more drama in her life, no more love, no more uninhibited zeal, only remark and a lesson of life learnt.
she didn't have time to wipe her tears when she heard a loud voice Miss. Anamika....can you hear us....Are you okay..!! Everything vanished as she came to present, & saw a uniform in a bag. one of officer told her that Sudhir got Martyrdom while fighting insurgents in Kashmir. Her head started dizzying...and her heart started pondering... as she breakdown on ground crying loudly. After a little while one of the officers told her that it was his last wish that the Uniform must be handed over to you. She remembered asking him again and again to see him in Uniform, give a uniform pic to her. but he always denied stating security reasons. He died, but fulfilled her wish,... She hold the uniform and hugged it imagining the man it adored, the man she loved, she can't see anything. As the world started disappearing, she wanted to shout to ask why this happen to her, her throat started choking and ...
She woke up in her bed with sweat holes in her forehead. So....it was a dream...her heart was still pounding and though she hadn't called him in years...now she called him. He was sleeping and so picked up the call with seeing the number and said "Hello". She heard, got confirmed he is well and disconnected the call. So it was actually a dream ...a bad dream....a nightmare.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Ek pal mein maanegi,
Dil se hamesha hai bacchi
Aye zindagi tu bhi,
Mere hi jaisi hai
Dikhti sayani, hai kacchi.
Bura mood leke
Baithi Kyun hai tu
Ungli meri, chal thaam le
Jahaan mai chaloon, wahin tu chale,
Jahaan tu chale, wahin mai chaloon...
Monday, December 01, 2014
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Friday, November 07, 2014
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Oh, let me clear one thing that I was on fast that night because of Navratri, so I was not drunk at all. I have one more secret about getting drunk, I am a non- dancer and a shy personality as well, So I always believe that I can't dance without getting drunk. But I was wrong, and I actually enjoyed the Dance.
I just felt that I lost a shy city gal in that crowd of professional & non professional Dandiya Dancers. I just jumped into the ground of Dandiya, and thought for the few minutes that I could not able to dance here, I motivated myself and started joining the group already dancing there.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Dance a Dream, just a wish, Dream with a vicious desire.
Once I tried this with the help of my friend and her husband, but took a small shot of Vodka but because of my defense mechanism, it hasn’t worked on me. I was totally conscious and aware. So, I could not able break this virginity of Dance. ;)
I wish I could break this ever. I think these pics of Deepika resembles to my desire.
Friday, August 01, 2014
|Life In A... Metro|
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I am free now.....
free for keeping my hair short....
free for keeping my nail short....
free for putting dark lipstick.
I am free now...
free for wearing any dress...
free form my phone...
free from waiting for his call....
Yes I am free now...
free from not deserving relationship....
I am free now...
Yes I am free spirit now...
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
Fun + Masti + Majak + Friendship + Affair + Break up + Assignments + Projects + Meeting new people + Boring lectures + Exams + Stupid PJs = College life.
In our university PC program, They make our schedule very hectic. Class starts from in the morning and ends at 6pm in the evening with two assignments each day. We all have to follow this schedule without any excuse. I always tried to be on time not only in class, but also in assignments.
In the class there are so many people from different age groups, different races & different cultures. One fine morning, she entered into the classroom and grab the chair before me. She was very simple, wearing a punjabi salwar kamij and long hair.
Actually, I adore this kind of long hair, if I say that her long hair grab my attention, this would be a correct statement. As I liked her hair. I actually wished to talk to her. But she looks like South Indian. So I thought that she will not understand my Hindi. So I stopped. But I started talking about her hair with my friend.
Whenever I look at her or she comes into my sight, I started talking about her hair, our talk was like her hair is not original, she must be wearing any Wig. But it looks original. And you can't imagine she was always near me, and I never bothered about it, because I was damn sure that she would not understand Hindi.
It was day of exam. Again she was on sitting just before me. Me and my friend, left our breakfast because of confusion in timing. I was fighting with my friend for all this. And said I'm hungry. And suddenly, she gave us biscuits and mathiyan. I took them and started eating. That was the last day when I saw her.
When I came to home (Delhi), I started contacting those people I met in PCP. She started enjoying conversations with me. One day while texting, she sent me a text in Hindi. I was shocked. I was literally shocked. Then I asked her you know Hindi? She said "Tumhe to usi din samjh jana chahiye jab examhall me maine tumhe biscuits diye the.(you should understand the day, only when I offered you biscuits and mathiyan.)" OMG, it was just like the dialogue of Akshay Kumar in Namste London.
It was really very awkward moment of my life. But she was smiling. I get to know about my all foolish talks. I started thinking that she must have felt when I was talking about her hair. I shared this to my friends with whom, I usually discussed about her. They also reacted the same as I did. We all were in a same situation.
But today, when I dive in those memories, I always smile on my own fullish behavior. I realize that how I underestimated her and her patients to tolerate my behavior and still she offered me her snacks.
I think we all should learn to be cool and clam in any kind of situation.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Friday, June 06, 2014
ant. Although a well-known city, Vijaywada still emits the essence of a rural freshness like enjoying the Mitti ki khusboo while walking those unkempt paths covered with shady trees laden with fresh green leaves.