Raat yun teri dil mein...

Raat yun dil mein teri.. khoi hoi yaad aayi,
jaase virane main chupke se bahar aajaaye,
jaase sehra mein hoole se chale baadenaseen,
jaase bimaar ko behvajaah karrar aa jaye.....faiz

ultimate poetry... 4 lines summarizes every thing one feels when one feel anything for someone..20 years ago when I first heard these lines in a pak TV play dhoop kinare.. the same words had very different effect on me when I hear it today.. strangely tears rolled down and a big hole in the heart gapes larger for what and why I am unable to understand..Life in dynamic and everything changes, the meanings, place, context and people.The lines invokes pain today. Perhaps 'cause when today I close my eyes there is no yaad ... just a big blankspace.. no bahaar walks in .. no umeed tooo. the veeraana gapes and expands... sehra gulps baadenaseen.. and bimaar perhaps is on the death bed. 20 years ago there was a hope, a sketch and a frame which I thought time will fill in... the bahaar will engulf the veerana from all sides...

Marina khan....and faiz

After almost 22 or more years I saw marina khan on you tube. Marina khan is not just an actress in ptv but symbolizes everything pleasant and romantic in life. I remember in my school days, despite being in India and with limited access of media, hardly anyone in my generation had missed dhoop kinare and tanhainyaan.. for many years, when ever I got depressed and wanted to feel young again I watch her plays.She has kind of become part of me.. Seeing her after such a long break on youtube interviews.. aged but still the same was so thrilling as if one lost part has become alive again.. a constant spring of zeal and happiness and she successfully transmits that to others combined with faiz raat yun teri... is just inexplicable..may god bless her

Living other's life, sharing their happiness

I moved through the wilderness of life, mostly desert and entered a virtual world by accident called facebook and landed in oasis.I met people who once traveled with me 20 years ago and most of them were living on the land on the other side of the river, lush green. peeping in their lives, gave me a very pleasant motivation and happiness within, as if I am living all those lives one by one through the pictures they posted. Best part was...one need not say hi to any of them and thanks to the bad programing most of the time the passer by like me goes unnoticed, but, in return I blessed and wished them real well from the bottom of my heart. Today I realize what narcotics must be doing.. a false life and a lovely high. But I realize that I am not the only one, perhaps the only one to admit though.Else the games like farmvilles would not have been such a success..

The Limca add...sharatein hain...

Have you seen the latest add of limca... fortunately I did..

For a long time now,I have been believing that nothing in this world can excite or make that dead spring of happiness sprung again, no romance in life left,with a battered body and even more battered soul and spirit, the possibility was not only remote but far from possible. but fortunately, I saw the limca add..

The add had a very pleasingly mysterious effect on me.. it invoked a delhi colony nostalgia. Pushed the cork off the fountain of thrill, excitement and pure romantic happiness in me. With every splash of limca .. bursting clothes, the door and finally the bike.. stirred a new cocktail of feelings.Simple happiness and simply inexplicable.The door and the roof had the smell of that sondhi mitti of my childhood house,the door was so familiar, the gates of the house so welcoming and the houses so homely, I feel like living in them.The mosaic, the guy falls on, reminds me of the childhood mosaic I used to play ikal dukal at home with my friends. And the romance between the couple and happiness they share in their eyes.. the love in every splash are the adolescent bubbles of future expectations...... strange how some bubbles of one 20 rupees drink can splash childhood and adolescence romance in me, making me feel 16 again..yeh sharatein hain..