Wednesday, June 18, 2014

जीवन में संघर्ष बहुत हैं...

जीवन में संघर्ष बहुत है|
कहीं पेट भरने का संघर्ष|
कहीं सपने पूरा करने का संघर्ष|
कहीं अपनों से बिछड़ कर जीने का संघर्ष|
कहीं अपनों से मिलने के लिए संघर्ष|
संघर्ष ही संघर्ष.... जीवन का नाम ही है संघर्ष।

Monday, June 16, 2014

Galti se Galti ho gae

In the race of life, we encounter with so much experience which may sometime lead us to a lesson or sometime smile for whole life. Today I am sharing an experience which gave me both lesson and smile too.

Fun + Masti + Majak + Friendship + Affair + Break up + Assignments + Projects + Meeting new people + Boring lectures + Exams + Stupid PJs = College life.

For me also college life is as same for you all guys. Do you remember a song? Papa kehte hai ki beta bda nam karega..... lots of expectations from parents. Pressure of attending boring lectures (in which I almost slept each day).

In our university PC program, They make our schedule very hectic. Class starts from 8:30am 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

My love letter for you. .......

When I met you, I started discovering myself, I get to know what I want from my life, what was my dreams. You came in life like a mirror for me. I never thought a day without you. I planned my years with you. My days, my nights were planned only with you.But God has planned something else for us. I know Looking back is painful. But today I am writing it for you. You might reading my blog yet.

I didn't plan on falling in love with you.  I doubt if you planned it. But once we met. It was clear that nigher of us could control what was happening to us.It all was planned by God. God planned our incomplete story (not like "TWO STATES" as we were correlating our story with this novel) with lots of love and tears. I know now it's a complete story with a painful ending.


I know this must be painful for you also. But I must tell you that I have enjoyed each and every moment which I spend with you. I always wanted to tell you that you were the first person to whom I disclosed my reality. 


Saying goodbye was most painful moment of my life. I am still wondering how I am alive yet.

Friday, June 06, 2014

Tea Time in Andhra Pradesh

I was a bit startled as my mobile alarm rang, it was already 6:30 am, and I opened my eyes and found myself in a Hotel room of Andhra Pradesh. I almost forgot that I had reached there last night and booked the room at the railway station itself, I often enjoy morning walks, the fresh morning air energizing all my senses. So I decided to go for a walk, out for a tea.

If I compare Delhi to Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh, it’s still very green and near to water. Though the weather was quite humid as compared to Delhi but still I enjoy the mornings of Vijayawada. To enjoy this beautiful morning I went out of the hotel room in search of my favourite Masala Tea. I just wandered down the streets in search of any tea stall or any restaur
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.

What a fairy tale like situation, but just then… Oops!.. something interesting happening in the front of me. A couple is walking in front of me, this guy keeps on staring at me (as if I am an alien) and the girl is angrily asking him to turn away. But this guy keeps on staring even after her angrily gesture. Whenever he looks into my eyes I smile on him very naughtily. 

People staring at me like I'm an animal escaped out of any zoo. Then suddenly, I realized that I was not dressed according to their culture and also that they treat North Indians as we treat foreigners in Delhi. Frankly speaking I love this treatment; they make me feel like a celebrity for the day.
I found a small Tea stall. It was very small and consisted of just one table and two chairs. I could communicate with only one person there. As it was quite an early morning, no shop was ready to serve. They were preparing for the day. When I asked him for tea, he said shop was not ready yet but I could sit and wait in his stall. He assured me that he would prepare it soon. Aeeyyyyooo I think my attire worked here.

I asked him for one tea and realized that the cup was very small. After enjoying my first cup of MASALA TEA, I requested him for another. He seemed a bit surprised (don’t know why) so I left him contemplating and started enjoying my MASALA TEA.

For me, Masala tea is not just a tea but a cup of life. Whenever I take my tea each morning and evening, this creates a very personal time for me. To think about myself, this time I am only me. In the race of life, we forget to enjoy our own company. I think we should meet ourselves each day with a cup of coffee or tea or whatever we like. Pamper own self. Make special space & time for own self. 
This morning tea taken along with a breath of fresh and healthy air and a big SMILE readies me for the full day.I intend to turn this habit of mine into a family practice to be handed down to my grandsons/daughters.

I assure you that if you make a special time for yourself, you will feel much more happier during the whole day.

So start pampering.

Great People.. Love You All :)