muniya re muniya

And I realise thereafter that this was an experience I had been longing for. Tracing what eventually formed up the system which has prevailed past the centuries before the humankind opens you up to a phenomenal process and several reasons to utter an amazement. We were in a forest. A forest trail. Maharana Pratap Trail. And this was a reason enough to find all kinds of evens and odds about a trek. Dr. Sunil Dubey, an elite person, a naturalist, an ecologist, a scientist, what not and an extremely humble man exposed us to a hundreds of plants species, trees, the understoreys and their stories. Penning down everything to a precision would be a treacherous task but the 24 of us were trying hard. Clouds were hovering all the afternoon and winds were palpable on the climb. We were moving down the hill now. Towards Badi Lake. Because we were moving down the slope, my classmates were walking a bit slow. Among those grasses as tall as me, I was trying to make it a bit fast and move on th...

For the permanence in his name I reckon Everything that he is An endless pouring rain An ocean immeasurably deep Nothing to take back For he brims with love A fragrant shower A happy game Where everybody wins A real movie, A One Man Army For he fights for all Wrong that he sees Feels even the perished stone Brave and meak, an irony at heart Where every drop of tear is a pearl Rare and precious His bound soul, I reckon For the permanence in his name.

[ #1 : Notes From Dalhousie ] [ #2 : Notes From Dalhousie ] Just when we finished the turn near Bunny's Fast Food, arrives what is the Subash Chowk and up that we go from there is to that Church. A couple of months or more, the stay of Netaji in Dalhousie when according to history he also suffered from TB, bagged this chowk a name after him. St. Francis's Church. We began to climb venturing into the animals and birds of little kinds on the sides. The shop of candles and toys, and the eventual slim path to the Church. Churches have been a childhood fantasy for the reason that they were built in a different way and looked different. Like castle? The sound ambience of the Church tends to draw you towards its focus. And the designs leave you in utter awe. All the time. The Lancet Windows. The Gothic Arches. The Holy Cross. The Silence. We may write the wishes in the papers lying there and put them in the jar for they may come true upon praying. "Get me a cycle this ...

ये रेंगती हुई सड़क ज़होर की ओर बिठा गई है डर घूम जाने का दिला गई है भरोसा फिर भी, रास्ते का जिसपे इठला रही है ये सरकारी बस, कंडक्टर भी झूलता हुआ युँ किराया बटोरता एक तरफ़ से ये पहाड़...

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...

[ #1 : NOTES FROM DALHOUSIE ] A clear day is all I wait for after rains. And a few rays of the sun at such a time at Dalhousie would pull you out of your coop. Once they arrive, the monsoons! Misty evenings, white sky, new insects arrive by default. And no wonder why we find all the nearby Punjabis travelling to here during scorching summers. Its a cold charm. "The Pouring Sun...Blazing Summers...All Despite...Dalhousie is respite!" A shower in the early morning with sun peeping by the noon, a white sky follows in the evening for a pleasant walk into the misty road where everything wet succumbs to the dark silent night as if no sign of life till the death of the moon. I walk. Out at 6:45 evening. Or perhaps 7. Its the time of the day I wait for and pray it doesn't rain. Mostly it rains near and about the time if it does so I am almost saved. Call it a near miss, my evening walk and the unpredictable rains. Its the gush of people at the Subhash Chowk on the ...