muniya re muniya

I dream. I would be there. On the border. Guns and Arms. Eyes on unrest. Mind vigilant. With a proud heart. And Love. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. In the school. Colourful chalks and duster. Teaching them about life. And its ways. Bending down on rough roads. Mending the matrix. Of a tough lattice. With terrific energy. Just as the young. And fire. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Writing with a fountain pen. On chunks of papers. My story, your story, our story. And everybody's story. For us. For them. Perhaps make us gauge. Over little things. And smile. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Visiting the world. And capturing in the eye. Taking notice. Of the unfathomable culture. On the world map. Spending evenings. In utter silence and awe. With You. On the side. And drink. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Living a life of 10 to 5. Breakin...

The world is small. And some people are meant to run like a loop in your mind and in your life at times. Maybe that is how people come and go. Maybe that is how people meet and stay, sometimes leave. And when there is strong resistance inside your heart about wanting to leave or of wanting to let go, things fall into place without much ado. After they left the movie hall, Muniya and Anaira strolled towards the market. Some sunsilk...Some handkerchiefs...Some vicks...The moment they stepped out of the shop and began walking back, there, Muniya's eyes pointed out at him. Chamkeela stood looking back as if he had already seen and knew where was Muniya. Muniya in utter surprise brought Anaira to meet the stance. Oh yes! It was Chamkeela...But how come? A surge of happiness ran inside Muniya. Chamkeela was someone Muniya could not explain about. Like there are leaves on the tree... strange to the relation. Like a cactus in a desert... unaware of its strangled existence. Like a less tr...

मैं हूँ इस दहलीज़ पर, कि समक्ष एक अलग दुनिया है ... जो बुला रही है चीख-चीख कर, जैसे खींच रही है... जानता नहीं आगे क्या है ! बस ... भरोसा है | और शायद उम्मीद... कुछ... खुद से... वही परछाईं आगे बुला रही है , आँखें... मीच रही हैं | पीछे देखूं ... तो जैसे वक़्त की तीखी सूईआं हैं,  जो कभी ... किसी की हुई नहीं | यही अफ़सोस लेकर... मैं बढ़  रहा हूँ ...  कि वो घड़ी रूकती कहीं, तो दो पल मैं भी ठहर पाता, और साथ में इनके यादें हैं...  भर-भर कर... उस एल्बम में, जो फ्रिड्ज के ऊपर रखी है,  कहानियाँ संजोये हुए ... आगे है एक  मौका सा...  बढ़ने  का ...किसी रास्ते पर,  जो बुला रहा है सींच-सींच कर, जैसे रुकने के लिए मैं कभी बना नहीं ! और अब रुका भी हूँ ... तो किस चीज़ पर ? जहाँ पुरानी पतंग और नई डोर,  मिलते हुए दिख रहे हैं | मैं  हूँ ... इस... देहलीज़ पर ...

And Ruskin Bond in his every second chapter spoke about Barbets. Rain in the Mountains. A Barbet. What was that? Something I had never heard of. I googled and found a bird I had never seen in my life. And as Sir Ruskin spoke about it again and again, I began to look here and there thinking if it can be found in Uttarakhand then Himachal Pradesh can be no less. One fine day, sitting under the partial shades of Deodars once again in Dalhousie, I was swinging to and fro. Quiet and all by myself, I glanced at a bird flying from the top of a Deodar to the other. It was far enough for my eyes to recognize what flew but I could ensure it was green. And felt overjoyed assuming I spotted a Barbet. I began to look for it daily but to my disappointment I never spotted another. I shifted to Mandi with my friends for two months due to the purpose of training. A ten minutes walk to the office from home, that is how it went. Once we were walking along the road and just one turn ahead of my home...

They mumble first Roar then The Breeze turns fierce They hide the truth And pretend to drop Some water-like pears. That poor fellow surrendered To Their wrath His tinned roof. They spare, not a leaf They trudge Leaving a proof. Their Chieftain robbed Every home Stole away the peace Gifting its fury along, and  A nightmare to every sleep. They thunder their dominance And make it a real downpour Shackles of tribulation Seeping aside Some bulleted guidelines leaping to haunt. It's a Storm. Inside and Outside.

I woke up today with the very first thought-- Ah! Its just monday...  Just monday because there are still 7 days more that I'll be at home,  then college again... Experienced a different morning after so many good days as I woke up. And I woke up peacefully Without any hustle and bustle in mind Without thinking what's gonna happen today With an empty mind,  I woke up. And with this emptiness in my mind I'm ready to grasp Ready to perceive Ready to learn Whatever nature brings about For with the greenery in my heart I woke up. No rush,  no crowd, smiling at the day,  I woke up Greeting the time,  but Wishing to stop it For I never want these days To end up,  I woke up. Once more I can hear the birds sing And the water flow For with nature's song in my heart I woke up. Moved outside Cool breeze mingling with my hair locks Near the truth Far from lies With new dreams in my eyes I woke up....

Wake me up, And everybody else, Because the dawn is there, Downstairs, in the kitchen, Ten minutes and the tea is here. Ready or not? Each new day, Make the breakfast, and the lunch too, Quarter to nine, "Hey I'm late", Countdown begins, Five, Four, Three, two.... The Morning Mania does not let you, Take a break for a while., But, Mother, I still find, On your face, a faint smile. The school begins, And the daily routine, Teacher's profession is not easy, I know before the clock strikes three, There, you must be very busy. Tired after six hours, You blow the horn, of the car,  I open up the gate and see you in, You dine at lunch with the little Jin, Hiding the face of a sleepy scar! Do the little chores, Like washing those silly clothes, Fed up of seeing you wash, Every second day, Why don't you just go and rest, And leave everything at bay! The Afternoon Mania does not let you, Take a break for a while., But, Mother, I still ...