Mook ho gaya hu

Khayalon ka samandar udelna chahta hu
Par kambakht lafz nahi mil rahe

Friendship and the Day

It's been a while since I wrote something here. More on the reasons later.
Today, I pen down something on Friendship . Yeah, I am late. But still the friendship bands can be seen on wrists. So, I guess some words can be put here.

Friendship- the relation that we develop on our own, unlike the relations that are 'forced' on us, whether we like certain aunt being over enthusiastic regarding our nuptial knots, or NOT. Whether the uncle's bragging of his son's degree from the States is music to our ears or not. We have to show all 32.

But friends do develop.

We have friends in different phases of lives- school, college, office. We gain some, and lose some ( rather contacts with them). But we have friends: fast friends, best friends, just friends, good friends, bad friends, only friends, friends of friends, etc etc etc.
Important is that we all have friends.

And hence, to celebrate this eternal relation, we have this day, the Friendship Day, arguably popularised by KKHH. There are people who may ask question - Why celebrate just one day?
The answer is, we live, but we do celebrate . Similarly, we have so many days, which can be celebrated, without hurting any one's national pride or religious affinities. Friendship Day is one.

Of late, I have been receiving text messages that ask us to shun love and maintain friendship.
My reply is that the two are distinct emotions/relations with both having indispensable places in a person'slife.
And, to add to it, if some one's love interest is also his/her best friend, then it is an icing on the cake.

And I very pleasingly declare myself as fortunate to have one. Yes friends, She is my best friend, and She is My Love.

Last, but not the least, I must say that friends are real treasure . Therefore, buddies leave all the tensions aside for some minutes, and celebrate Friendship.
You can call/message/ email or pay a visit to the person(s) who are your friends, and who for sure shall bring smiles on your lips.
I am just messaging her.

Wishing all of you a Belated Happy Friendship Day.


(I Dedicate this post to all my friends.)

The Martyrs and contemporary issues

Shaheedo ki chitaon pe lagenge har baras mele
Watan par mitne walo ka baaki yahi nishaan hoga

(A few years back, probably when I was in school, these lines seem so true.
Today, not even that. We send zillions of text messages on Valentine's Day, Friendship Day, Best Friends Day, Boy's Day, Girl's Day, Doggy day, Hippo Day, Parrot day, Ostrich Day, this day, that day. But few greetings are exchanged on even Independence Day or Republic Day, let alone the Martyrdom Day of the 3 great sons of our Mother Nation. It is not that days like Valentine's should not be observed. I also celebrate it. But forgetting or ignoring days of National Importance is a cardinal sin.)

Oh Great Martyrs of India! I bow before your heavenly souls, for you sacrificed yourselves so that I can write this post in the airconditioned comfort of my house. I bow before you, and before all those who fought to get our Mother unshackled.
Bhagat Singh (1907-1931), Rajguru (1908-1931) and Sukhdev (1907-1931). The trinity that so gracefully represent patriotism, bravery, fearlessness, determination and vision, is still around us. We need to realise their presence.

They were the real people, who did not believe in killing innocents. How many times did any of them attack people sleeping outside their houses? I am bringing this question because there are people, even universities that draw equations between Bhagat Singh and the so called Maoists. ( I think the terms Maoists, Naxalists should NOT be used anymore. They are plain terrorists.) The trio gave up their lives for an independent India, where every person is free, be it a peasant, or a landlord. But this freedom can NOT be attained by unfurling Red Flag at the Lal Quila. Yes, oppressed do attack when oppression becomes unbearable. But their pain should not be used as a shield to draw selfish interests by the top brass of Red Terrorists.
And PLEASE, terrorists in J&K are terrorists. PERIOD. Sorry Ms Glam Doll of those who won't shave because they think they can think better like that. You were wrong Mam. Crime against women is prevalent in Delhi too. And I condemn it, supporting capital punishment for those who assault the dignity of a woman. But then should we say that Delhi needs freedom from India?
We must realise that our freedom fighters fought because our Nation was enslaved by foreigners. J&K, Jharkhand, Bengal, Orissa, Chhattisgarh, AP, Maharashtra, Nagaland, Manipur. They all are India. Again, PERIOD.

But yes, we must develop a sense of understanding, a sense of compassion. We must realise that we are getting CUISINES, while our brothers and sisters in drought hit areas are getting malnourishment every passing day. We must realise that we are spending big money on trendy clothes, but some of our own people ONLY wish they had something to cover their bodies in winter. Here, WE means all of us, who are priviliged. Be it I, who is writing something on a blog (in his New Delhi house) concerning extremely underprivilged people. Be it the World Renowned Economists, who decide what Poveryt Line is, in our 'Esteemed' universities. Be it YOU. Be it anyone.
I am NOT asking anyone to stop enjoying what we can. Even I won't. But we must know that the Real India is still enslaved.

Jai Hind!!!!!!

Greetings on Makar Sankrant

Wish Everyone a Happy Makar Sankrant.

On this second festival of the New year, here in Maharashtra we fly kites, give til gul to each other, saying Til gul ghya god god bola. I am keen to knw the way it is celebrated in North.

Kunal, will u please tell? :)

A warm-cold Sunday

I could never imagine that reading a book under the blanket could be so fun. And that too, on a Sunday. Yes friends, I spent almost the whole day in my room. And with the heating blower on and JEFFEREY ARCHER'S short stories in my hand, I coverd myself in blanket the whole day.
We had planned to head off for The Hot water Well in Sohna, a night before. The time was fixed at around 6 a.m. Mom told us that she would prepare rice, daal, pooris and salad for the trip, as I had convinced everyone for a picnic. After Sohna, it would have been Damdama Lake.
But getting up at quarter past seven, I knew that the fog will not allow us. Upset, I lazed around, reading the book, having a shower, then breakfast. I spent some minutes in the park, hoping to see the Sun God. But the weather forced me in.

It was around noon that I discovered the joy in lazing around on a cold winter holiday.
Those who know me know that I do not like laying in bed for long. But I must admit that the warmth of my room and quality of the stories kept me engaged for good.

Greetings for 2010

Dear Reader
As we take final steps into the new year
I wish A very Happy, Prosperous, Healthy and Wealthy 2010
To YOU and Everyone, who is to you,Near and Dear

HAPPY NEW YEAR
:)