weekend

ye din bade zaroori hain
jitni hamari majboori hain
sab in  hi dino ke hawale ki jati hain
k kar lenge sab poori
jab ye din aayenge

afsos magar waqt kam hai
zindgi ke itne gham hain
mukammal karen to kaise
yehi hoti hai koshish jaise- taise
bhar len saare rang ankho me
kar len qaid reth ko hatho me
par reth phisalti rehti hai
guzarta rehta hai har lamha
daud daud kar, bhag bhagkar
abhi to shopping hai baqi,
safai adhoori rakhi hai
inse milna milana tha
unse bhi batiyana tha
arre khana bhi to pakana tha
woh kitab kitne din se adhoori h
woh film bhi to zaroori hai

hazaron khwaishen aisi
jinki kismat me nahi poora hona
ke lo aa gayi hai woh subah
jiska darr tha
monday morning blues ki taza tasveer bankar
ghoomta hua dikhta hai har shakhs yahan!

ummeed to hai baqi
k woh din phir aayenge
jab hum khud ko phir se aazmayenge
yeh kaam akhir kabhi to
Khatm ho jayenge!!
  

Importance of being Impolite & the Role of Mobile Phones

Impolite is quite literally a soft term to actually comment on the growing lack of courtesies in todays' time. I was with a colleague recently, who actually screamed on phone in a public cafe during a meeting!(and she was not even sorry about it!) Well, she was having a bad day, but it is still seen as acceptable, when people cut you short to talk on phone or keep messaging while still talking to you. (Not to mention the accidents they cause). Phones have really taken expected behavioral norms' level to a low never seen before. (They are going further down every day).
 A friend who is a regular on Facebook, was quite irritated with another acquaintance of his for not showing Facebook manners! Apparently, the other person first accepted his 'friend' request, i.e. made him a friend then 'unfriended' him after a couple of days! Well, you cannot be expected to be nice to all 500 and more friends on Facebook, and not offend a few!

Being from the old school where it still is the usual norm to 'thank' the Rickshaw/ Auto wala for their services (after haggling with them, of course!), it is a rude shock to notice the behavior of people in public places.
 I remember writing letters, (or rather postcards) to my grandfather starting with 'Janab, mohtaram', terms of respect I gave up long back. The four letter words part of daily lingo, accepted to express sentiments ranging from disgust/ anger/ frustration/ surprise, etc. to happiness.
As Ghalib, puts it,
Har ek baat par kehte ho tum ke tu kya hai?
Tum hi kaho ke yeh andaz e guftagu kya hai?


 My cousin from London when she visited, said in Delhi people smile less to each other on the road (And if you do that, then others can easily assume you to be insane, of loose moral character and so on!)
 Giving up seat on bus for a 'buzurg' or someone more needy, is something of a right for which people have to fight. It is not losing the of the good old 'tameez', but acceptance of 'badtamizi' which is a bothersome trend. It can do things for you, you can scare people into doing things for you. Doing whatever to gets things done. Ends to means. Being impolite is becoming more of something to be proud of, and being tameezdar is shameful. It shows you cannot assert yourself, if you are too polite. More of a pushover. Easily maneuvered, can be taken lightly. So, the question you have to answer is- would you rather be full of manners and be behind  everybody and everything, or would you rather be badtameez and get your work done. Some people have made their choice and that is why we know the numbers are growing in which category.

masrufiyat

Hum kuch nahi karke bhi bahut masroof rehte hain,
hai sachchi baat par kehte mukarte hain!
kuch yun hai ke zindagi to chalti rehti hai,
magar kuch khwab hain jo humse bichharte hain!
waqt ka kaam guzarna hai, guzarta hi hai,
dil ke phir bhi  kahan kuch arman nikalte hain!
pairon ke nishan naram reth par,
zehen ke parde par lamhe phisalte hain!

Umbilical Cord

Jab
Lafz khatam ho jayen
Khamoshiyan bhi
Kahin andar chup ho jayen
Jab
Sirf ehsaas ho
Dard ka, Tanhai ka...
Jab
Woh sabse purani yaad
Jahan se yaaden shuru hoti hain
Jab
Woh pehli baat,
Jahan se baaten shuru hoti hain
Jab
Wo wus'aton ke paar chali jaaye
Wo duaon ka saaya na rahe sar par
Tab
Himmat ko awaz do
To awaz dam tod de
Jab
Zindagi ke rasto ki shuruaat
Phir se karni pade
Bina kisi ki ungli thame
Bina kisi dor ko pakde
Tab
Ehsas gehrata hai
Ke Umbilical cord
Ko to paidayish par hi kaat diya tha
Bas mehsoos ab hua..
Tumhare jaane ke baad!