Sunday, November 30, 2008

Mumbai Massacre.

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Some time words come with there own set of limitations.Sometimes the enormity of the situation is such that words fail to convey what they are primarily meant for.The trauma that unfolded on
mumbai on nov.26th can be easily classified one such event.The above images convey some of the tragedy that befell on mumbai on that unfateful night.But i am afraid this images will not be able to tell you the tribulations of a family that lost there loved one.

I have lived in mumbai for whole of my life and have never felt like this before where disasters are like a daily recipe.On nov.27th the day after the siege started i was on my way to office and the air was filled with fear,panic and insecurity.I could spot only 4 people in the whole compartment of a suburban local train and easily i could see a sense of insecurity flashing from there faces ,which has never been the case before.I could see the citizens of this wonderful city walking with there heads held low only because of impotence & ineffeciencies of our men in power.
I know we will bounce back as always but at what costs.How many more sacrifices of innocent lives do we want to act ,to retaliate .I know we will all talk this things for some days,news channels will play some patriotic songs ,hold debates with our shameless politicians and again we will be dragged to the compulsions of life ,of going to work,of paying taxes ,of viewing serials,going to malls,wathcing matches,and again we will be put through the same ordeal ,the place might be differnt,the strategy might be different ,but the victims i fear will be the same innocent souls .

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus

Sunday, August 3, 2008

“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.”

- Seneca

And yet this courageous acts go unnoticed most of the times.Ask yourselves and tell how many times taking those breathes and just throwing them out has made you toil.If life hasn't made you go this ordeal than i think life hasn't chosen you worthy of revealing its utmost secrets.

I have been through this battles many a times and the foremost lesson i have learned is God tests only those who can be tested. All this trials,all this inflictions of life have made me sulk and sob,but also have convinced me of my strength,a strength to emerge out of all odds.Each infliction has been a testimony to my endurance,for me to be worthy of being a gold i had to trust the Goldsmith and his fire.

Thursday, July 3, 2008


Sometimes i did
just fear the stay

sometimes i wished
i could run away

sometimes evrerything
got cruel and unkind

sometimes i had to clear
the thoughts of my mind

sometimes the darkness
filled me with fright

sometimes i'd to burn
to spread the light

sometimes i sculptured
the skeletons of my past

sometimes i was well off
with those burials in my heart

sometimes the flames
flared like a raging fire

sometimes i knew
i was tested in a Goldsmith's yard

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!

from :a tear and a smile by K.Gibran

where r u my beloved?????

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Kuch tabiyet hi aisi paayi
Ke chain se jeene ki surat na hui
Jisse chaha usse apna na sake
Jo paas raha usse kabhi muhabbat na hui.
-Nida Fazli

I always wonder whether our great Creator has a special liking for paradoxes,or maybe it might be the best source of entertainment for Him.Just as it is quoted,"If i could think at 20,and if i could act at 40", similarly life is always surrounded by many such ifs ,contradicting themselves & making a mockery of our our thoughts.Sometimes you have hunger and no food,sometimes you have the best food and no hunger,sometimes you are filled with love and nobody to express it over & sometimes though when you have someone to express to you are hardly left with any emotions,sometimes you have wants and no means to fulfill them,and sometimes it is the other way around.If you keep yourself aware of the proceedings going around your life,you will be able to see this dichotomies everywhere surrounding you.Right from when you are a kid you will be told to study hard so that you will be in a better position,but your heart wants to play ,to explore the fields,the mountains,the rain drops,and when u grow older you are told to be close to nature to witness a sunset,to go to beach.All such things rejuvenate you from the stress and monotony of life.All of us witness that when there was hunger there was hardly any food and when there is food your hunger suddenly disappears.Same is with the sleep,with love,with friendship with everything that you don't get when you want the most and than when you have this wonderful things your mind is in search of some other things.

Will like to end this piece with lyrics of another JS(jagjit singh) ghazal

Kahi aasuon ki hain dastaan
kahi muskuraahaton ka bayaan
kahi barkato ki hain baarishen
kahi tishnagi behisaab hain.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Duniya Na Registan Ma(Gujrati)

Duniya na registan ma hu khowayi gayo chu
Milan naam na mrigjal thi have uqtaai gayo chu

Chaman ma pan have hu rahu chu chupaine
Felavine suwas have karmai gayo chu

Wafa takraar jafa ane pyaar
kai ketlaye trajvaon ma tolai rahyo chu

Smaran na sagar ma ek yaad rupi kashti samo
Sahil par thi jonar ne have hu kya dekhai rahyo chu

Taari paas eeni kami hoye to maru shu vaak
Hu to aaje pan lagnion na badla ma vechai rahyu chu

nathi karto kismat ma yaqqen hu pan
kismat na haathe j maat khai rahyo chu