सवाल 

ना पूछो इतने सवाल की जवाब सुनाई ना दे
ना दो इतने जवाब कि सवाल याद ना रहे
वो उलझे है अपने ही सवालों में -  तुम जानते हो
जो आज पूछ रहे है, सारी खबरें ख़ास तुमसे

वो भी तो है परेशान और हो तुम भी
तुम भी हो नासमझ, और हो तुम भी   
बेतुक, बेढंगे सवाल, जवाब जिनका है वही
सालों , अर्सों , सदियों से

तो अब सवाल वो जो पूछे तुमसे
बस मुस्कराकर दे दो जवाब -
'तुम्हे पता ही तो है !' 

NaPoWriMo 2020 - Lockdown Days

Being

Streets so empty and hearts so fearful

When was the last time you saw empty roads
Without the honking of cars and autos

As an era of quiet and peace pervades
Lets just reflect and calm our minds 
I haven't seen a small kid on the streets
While the oldies roam around unfettered 

Instead of movie marathons turning you a couch potato
Lets just read, exercise, cook and meditate
Phone a friend or clean your room
Cherish the memories of school

This day will pass just keep your spirits high
Coz being is the only thing we can do right now
Being in the moment without worrying about the future 

I will tell you 1 thing …

There are 2 types of people

The first ones are the ones

That work hard

They slog they struggle

They are in pain

They struggle harder

They reach their goal

They are so near it

They have almost got what they want

They are so near

But then I forgot to mention

The second type of people

They are the ones who

Well I don’t want to criticize them

But I guess you know who they are

It’s not that they are

Not hard working

They are!!!

Actually they are extremely

Hard working to pull the first ones down

They are basically good people

With good brains

If used in the right direction

But jealousy is such a bitch

It kills them

But they stupidly

Bask in the Glory

Of the so called FAME and HAPPINESS

But it won’t last long

It won’t stay

You will fall, you will fail

That too so badly

That you won’t even have the strength

To call out for help

And then BASK in the Glory

Of Darkness, sadness, distress and pain

Most of us fall in the second category

Ask yourself which category you belong

And it isn’t that difficult to shift from the FIRST to the SECOND one. 

Don't you DARE STARE at ME

M writing this blog completely inspired by the blog written by Mr. Ashish Chawla. I always have this tendency to write blogs, rather non-descriptive, short poem kinda things.... which are all so short and rather non descriptive .... i know, i have already mentioned that but just reiterating the fact.... which keeps the imagination part solely to the reader on an individual level.

But today i guess i should write something which is much more descriptive - the narrative kinds. So what do I write on?? I am actually in a fix....

Aaahhh... i used a picture here....

Ok lets talk about my favourite topic.... Love!!! Nah.... thts old, boring and not so happening but inevitable at the same time....

Lets talk about an incidence

A classmate once asked me what does a girl feel when a guy stares at him?

I at first laughed at the very question, then he persisted as to what does a lady feel when she is stared at?
I kept myself in the place of the girl and recollected an obnoxious stare by a guy which I had experienced some time back at the bus stop.
I replied, At the first glance you feel nothing. Just another guy who stares at a girl because he practically has nothing else to do in life.... Guys have the fundamental right of "checking out a woman" blah blah blah.....

I look around for some time and then when i again look at the guy, he is still staring at me. At which I feel, Maybe lack of opportunity in not getting close to a girl ever is what makes the guy stare at me.... Basically pure lack of opportunity or not being capable enough to woo a girl ever....

But then the third time when i look at him, he is still staring at me... At which I feel intrigued..I have practically become conscious of his presence and his eyes are somehow encroaching on my personal space and privacy.
I then look around to see if anyone else is there at the bus stop. There are random people, a group of friends chatting, an old woman waiting for the bus and some more people. I feel relieved. But then the glare is disgusting and downright obnoxious.

A bus appears from far away and I am just praying for this one to be 313 to drop me at Santacruz station. But, as usual, fate is rarely on your side in such a situation. It happened to be some other bus which was boarded by most of the people on the bus stop except THE OWL (yes, i renamed this guy THE OWL for obvious reasons).

He continues to stare at me and now its just the two of us at the bus stop. I am scared now.... 'God!!! just get a spaceship from anywhere and take me away', is what I am thinking about. He keeps staring at me and I think of various defense tactics if he were to harm me in any manner. This goes on for quite some time and my heart is pounding rather jumping!!!!

I just think that if this guy comes any close I will Kick him so hard (u know where) that he would never even lift his eyes to look at a girl.... Frustration, tiredness and fear of the unknown makes you think of the most extreme steps ever....

And if all this wasn't enough it starts pouring - Drizzle drizzle and now rather heavily !!!! Yes monsoons are my favourite but this is no the right time for those clouds to Relax.

All of a sudden this man gets up from where he has been sitting and walks towards me. I am so damn petrified right now.... I think of all the self defense techniques taught by my Karate Sir when I was in Standard IV.

He approaches me and at a distance of 2 steps away from me, He asks me, " Madam, do you want to go to Santacruz station, we could ask this autowala, to drop us there."

When I see the auto, there is a woman probably a Professor at the University who is already there. It is raining too heavily and I can't see a bus anywhere far or near.....

So I decide to get in the auto along with this not so decent looking fellow and the lady. My heart continues to pound all the way in the auto but this guy is busy talking to someone on the phone and doesn't even look at me when I am here sitting right next to him and YES this was the guy who was staring his eyes out at the bus-stop.

Santacruz station - we are finally here!!!

This man gets off, hurriedly pays the money to the autowala and runs to catch up with the train... I stand there dumbstuck staring at him rushing towards the stairs of the railway bridge, when the auto driver asks me to step aside as this guy has already paid my autofare. I shout to thank him but he is already on the bridge out of the reach of my vocal chords and the heavy downpour makes it all the more difficult to Thank him

What was that??? I ask myself....

Don't you feel that the movies and Television has distorted our idea about things as simple as a guy staring at you?

Conclusion: 

Guys / Men / (The opposite sex or whatever they call you) - Please stop staring at women in any manner, we find you extremely disgusting and indecent even though you may or may not be. 
Stop giving wrong signals at least - for your own safety!!!

Girls / Women / Ladies - Those creatures staring at you need not be that bad as you assume them to be. You are in Mumbai and they don't have the guts neither the time to hit on you. And in case they behave like leeches you all have the guts to kick them right in the face and SCREAM and SHOUT....Yes that is the best defense you got, in a place so crowded as the city where humans are proliferating like rats in a wastebin.

So where is HOME then?

The first thing why is it called HOME and not a HOUSE?

It’s the place where you reside

It’s a place where the heart binds

It’s a place for peace and rest

And not a place for tension and distress

But what if it starts turning otherwise

When the time you are back home makes you want to go

And not stay there?

Is it all about problems and solutions

You feel you have fixed them

But you haven’t actually

You find rest and peace and nothing else only in your own nest

But When the nest turns a place too dim

The best thing I can do is get rid of the den and go in search of another peaceful place

Maybe it’s time for me to fly

Maybe it’s time for me to find peace in something else but this place called HOME

Which I no longer believe to be a place of my own

Atom

We are just a little atom out there
Have you ever wondered
Even after all the amazing things
We call as modern and advanced
We all are just that tiny little atom
With our needs being as basic as
 Food, clothing and shelter alone
With the psychological and safety needs
adding to it

A minuscule creature
In the large expanse of this Universe
We continue to go through the same
Set of emotions all the time
Love, anger, disgust, frustration,
Enmity, sympathy,
And then love again
And still don't know how to get rid of them
Love is really something
Which this material world revolves around
Only if we could rid ourselves of it
I think we would be called GOD

U didn’t like it though

U didn’t like it though

U saw that I am happy

U saw that I m successful

You observed every bit of my progress

But u never congratulated me

U actually never liked it

You never liked me progress

You just wanted me to be a slave, your slave

All your life doing nothing but serving you

But I am so sorry

I can’t take that shit anymore

I thought you loved me

I thought you so loved me…..

It was all fake

I was in an illusion

I can’t be that sweet

And don’t you dare think

That I would fall for you again

Coz things that are gone are meant to be gone

I can’t take the selfish you back in my life

Who thinks I am just imitational decor