Tuesday, 23 July 2013


श्याम हो,
उस मेघ से,
जो धरा के अधरों पर बरसता है!
सिंदूरी हो,
उस शाम से,
जो भोर के आलिंगन को तरसता है!
पैरों की पायल की वो खनक हो,
लुका-छुपी में जो हरा दे,
सुबह की चादर का वो सिलवट हो,
जो बीती रात का गीत गुनगुना दे,
अदा हो,
जो मेरे काजल में कैद हो, मुसकुरा दे!

© हिमाद्री

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Dear Maa

letter from a newly married girl to her mother

Dear Maa,

Like every normal girl, I was excited about marriage right from my childhood days.
I never thought beyond the time that I would spend happily with my prince charming.
But today when I am married, I realize that marriage is not all roses.
It’s not just about being with your beloved and having a gala time.
There is so much more to it. It comes with its own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices and compromises. I can’t wake up anytime I want to.
I am expected to be up and ready before everyone else in the family.
I can’t laze around in my pyjamas throughout the day. I am expected to be presentable every time. I have to talk in low voice, respectfully with everyone unlike home where I could scream and shout at things and demand.
I can’t just go out anytime I want to. I am expected to be sensitive to the needs of the family.
I just can’t hit the bed anytime I want to. I am expected to be active and around the family. I can’t expect to be treated like a princess but am supposed to take care of everyone else in the family.
And then I think to myself, ‘why did I get married at all?’ I was happier with you, mom. Sometimes I think of coming back to you and getting pampered again.
I want someone to cook for me too, run after me to eat food and bring something for me to eat like you always used to bring whenever you visit market.
I want to come home to my favorite food cooked by you every evening after a nice outing with friends.
I want to sleep on your laps like I have no worry in this world. I want to ask money for my enjoyment from dad and again from you but now I have to think twice before purchasing everything. I was possessive about all my belongings but here I have to allow everyone to use my stuffs because I cannot annoy anyone.

But then I suddenly realize, had you not got married and made such sacrifices in your life, I wouldn’t have had so many wonderful memories to hang on to. And suddenly, the purpose of all this becomes clear- to return the same comfort, peace and happiness to my new family that I got from you.
And I am sure that as time would pass, I would start loving this life equally as you do.

Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and compromises you made. They give me the strength to do the same. I will try to be a complete woman like you..

Love you.

N.B = This is not my original creation, I have got this mail and modified it, Liked the concept and shall elaborate and modify it in my style. 

Friday, 12 July 2013

दो अठन्नियां,गली में चहकती वो गौरैया, और वो बूढ़े काका..

मेरे छुटपन की कुछ यादें हैं,
दो अठन्नियां,गली में चहकती वो गौरैया, और वो बूढ़े काका..
हर सुबह जाती थी मैं,
देखती टुकुर-टुकुर,अब्बू के काँधे पर चढ़,
किताबें काँधे पर रख,चलती ठुमक कर
और कजरारी आँखे झांकती, ढूँढती,
मिटटी के घरोंदे में बैठे, पथराई आँखों वाले काका को ,
ना जाने क्यूँ चिल्लाती थी वो,
ऐसे, जैसे चिल्लाता है वो मुंडेर पर बैठा मयूरा,
जब भीगता है बादलों के आंसू में,
और कुछ न कहते बूढ़े काका,
पर मुस्कुरा देते जब देखती मैं,
माँ की गोद से, टुकुर-टुकुर
किताबें काँधे पर रख,चलती ठुमक कर,
और मिलती मुझ जैसी ही, एक गौरैया,
चुगती दाने कुटुर-कुटुर
आज जा रही है डोली मेरी,सुर्ख जोड़े में,
भीगीं आँखों से देखती माँ को टुकुर-टुकुर
रास्ता वोही, पग-डग वोही, घरोंदे के बहार पड़ी चारपाई वोही
पर वो नहीं, जो मुस्कुरा देता था मुझे देख, माँ की गोद में,
सुना है कहीं चला गया, भूखा, बेबस,
और चली गयी वो गौरैया
जो खाती थी दाने कुटुर-कुटुर

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

हर बार

हर बार..

हर बात पर पूछ लिया "कोइ और तो नही"
कभी तो अपने नश्तर-ए-अलफाज़ देखता,
हर बात पर कह दिया "तू सिरफिरा है"
कभी तो मेरा जुनून-ए-मुहोब्बत देखता

तुझे देखा नंगी ऑखो से मैने
इश्क को तमाचा जमाते हुए
मेरी हथेली पर खिंचे हमसफर
तेरी हथेती के सुर्ख निशां तो देखता,

हर बात पर पलट बैठा पुराने पन्नो के हिसाब
हर पन्ने पर लिखा अपना नाम तो देखता
हर बात पर भर लेती हूं सिस्कीयां,
यह इल्ज़ाम है तेरा,
हर सिस्की में भरी सांस के पैगाम देखता,

जा, कर दिया आज़ाद तुझे
मुहोब्बत की उल्झनो से
हर बात पर खिसकती रेत का
सैलाब तो देखता

हर बार ज़ख्म दे कर छोड़ दिया यूं ही,
हर बार के दर्द की तासीर तो देखता,
हर बात पर पूछ लिया "कोइ और तो नही"
कभी झांक कर अपना गिरेबां देखता,
कभी खुद ही का अंदाज़-ए-बयां देखता..


Anita Desai

To confirm, yes, I've become an insomniac or nocturnal or a sleepless zombie or whatever..
I didn't sleep whole night, how could I? After completing Kanthapura, picked up another Indian writer.
 (Meanwhile I ate many pieces of bread and butter, a packet of haldiram's Aalu bhujiya, Bonvita milk, peach, a mango and. Some almonds ) :D

Anita Desai. I'm in love with Indian writers. No matter whatever shit these firangs write we have to read to get the degrees but if it's literature.. it is the Indian writing.

" In Custody" many of you must have read, I read for the first time and completed at a stretch. It clearly depicts the terrible and horrifying conditions of our society. I could relate because just like me, Anita Desai is much distressed regarding that, in the present world there is no room for art, literature and culture. :P (I'm happy that I'm not the only one to think the same)

The story revolves around Deven (I didn't like the name) It indeed dramatizes the critical moments of Deven.
She has superbly portrayed his helplessness, suffering and nobility in terms of self realization.

An eye opening work, she did, of course. At least for me as a reader. As I said above, This book presents the bad condition of our culture , art, literature, music, traditions, customs and anything and everything .

Yes, the modern world has changed and she wants to pay attention over all the problems and find out suitable solutions to all these problem.
(Why? Sociopath? Is she? I'm yet to clarify the concept. Please help if somebody can)

Meek and self effacing protagonist (Deven) resigns to his life as a lecturer in an obscure college in the dusty and shapeless town of Mirpore.

Many of you authors and publisher will find this story interesting as it is based on the relationship of writer-selfish publisher-publication-poetry-cheat-Emotions-befooled etc etc etc.

Writers can related themselves to impractical, innocent, simple, emotional fool, lonely, inexperienced Deven. (I related because my imaginary boyfriend thinks I am mentally sick and need a psychiatrist)

Yes I'm recommending this novel which is short listed for the booker prize.

Excellent Novel (y) By Anita Desai who gives importance to Men-Women relationship and the problem and art and the artist.

She depicts the problem of indifferent attitudes of the people towards the arts, culture and literature and suggests to preserve it. (As I do in my blogs and for this I'm known as 'Rude-headed' Lass) #Huh

"In Custody" is in fact a custodian to preserve the art in his custody.

B-) See peepals I've tempted you to read this novel!!! That's why I don't review the books, it increases the sale #LOL actually I don't do charity (Pay me) :P

Well I'm now off to bed for a power nap and I don't want anyone to disturb me. Unless you're a super hot stud with a high intellect
A Good sense of humor
A good cook
and willing to ask this booklicker for a romantic lunch "date"
(concentrate on the review not on this "Kori Bakwaas")

:P have a great day ahead pee-pals :-* Gunnyytt..