They barged into our city,
A city that welcomed everyone with open arms and a warm heart.
A city that didn't have a bias over cast, creed. A city that was and continues to be in the safe custody of its numerous owners and their faith that life shall move on, no matter what.
That unfateful night, they tried to silence some souls.
Many lives tormented and lost
Bravehearts who took bullets and bombs to protect the city and its many owners.
Prayers that poured in from the doodhwala, the sabziwala, the old taxi driver, the aunty who sold candles near the church, the uncle who sold sweets near the temple, the chacha who delivered bread, the rich, the poor, the ones who owned the city and the ones who didn't.
Enslaved and scarred, scared and worried.
Anxious days and nights spent traumatised.
Many emotions shattered, many dreams crushed.
But they didn't know that
the city was known to rise like a phoenix from the ashes, each time disaster struck.
To the undying and never-ending spirit of the city, to the never-say-die attitude of the people, to the dreams and aspiration
And to the place we all call
'Aamchi Mumbai'.-
Kahin apne andar chupe shaitaan ko bahar nikalo
Diwali ke is shubh din hi nahin balki roz bhari zindagi mein kahin jeena bhi seekhlo
Hum sab waqt ke saath chalte chale jaate hain
Yunhi kharch ho jaate hai
Humsafar aur pyaar ki talaash main
Yunhi kahin khud ko bhool jaate hain!
Waqt aa gaya hai ki hum apne andar chupe darr ko bahar nikalein
Kabhi dusro ke khaatir hi sahi, zindagi jee hi jaayein!
*****Happy Diwali*****-
The sun set, putting end to another busy day at work. It was a Friday night and the festive season was around the corner.
Sacrificing the usual suits and formals, men and women, boys and girls put their finest attire on display.
Decked up, and with their dancing shoes on, they grooved on to the beats like there was no tomorrow!
Bare feet, blistered, tired yet happy.
Inhibitions shed, excitement doubled.
Some regular party mongers, some party poppers, everyone had a day to celebrate!
After all, it was the Winter Dance!-
Aur fir kahin door, badalon se muh modkar...
Us indradhanush ne muskurate hue kaha...
Pyaar toh aakhir pyaar hota hai na!
-
Guftagoo us chand se kabhi kiya karte the
Jo haste haste humari baat maan liya karta tha
Aaj bhi kar rahe hain chhat par intezaar
Uski ek jhalak ke liye
Par kambakht lagta hai ki usse bhi akelepan ki aadat ho gayi hai!
Badalon se ladkar aao kabhi
Aapka humsafar aapka intezaar jo kar raha hai!
-
Kahaaniyon Me Kahin Apni Ek Kahaani Ko Dhund Raha Hoon
Socha Ki Ek Kahaani Main Bhi Sunaoonga
Par Kahaani Toh Uparwala Likh Raha Hai
Kismat Ki
Jahan Har Roz Zindagi Ek Naye Kahaani Se Saamna Kara Rahi Hai!-
He cleared his desk for one last time. He neatly put all the papers, the farewell notes, the movie posters that adorned his softboard and his favorite Rumi quote inside a carton.
As his colleagues secretly glanced from their cubicles, his female colleague came and gave him a pat on his back. 'Trust me, we will see you back in three months.'
Only she knew why he was leaving while rumour mills were ripe with the news of he being involved in a fraud.
No one noticed his late nights, his punctuality at work and his intellect. All they did was notice the note posted in the cafeteria that he was fired.
The office hired a new employee in his place the very next day. But they couldn't get his sincerety back!-
Baarish ka kya...
Woh toh kabhi bhi barasta hain...
Khushi tab hoti hai...
Jab uski pehli boond aapke aankhon, haathon aur rooh ko choo jaati hai!
Aur Mumbai ki baarish ka kya bataien...
Is bheed bhare shor-sharabe sheher me
Bas teri hi ek awaaz madhur si lagti hai!
Tu anjana sa lagta nahi hai.. Bas tu anjana sa lagta nahi hai!-
Bahut arzo se kiya tera intezar
Socha ki ab mulaqaat ho hi jayegi
Adhoore sapne aur khwaishon ko poora karne ki Chahat
Tanhaiyaan aur soonapan me bitaye hue woh lamhe
Laga ki ab intezaar khatm hoga
Aur kahin guftagoo ho hi jayegi
Par na woh shaam aayi na woh raat
Bas adhoori hi reh gayi woh mulaqat!
-
It was a hot summer evening. Several visitors thronged the exhibition ground and let their kids enjoy cotton candy and other delicacies.
At the street near the ground, a lady sat with a stack of toys waiting for curious kids to drag their parents to make a purchase, while her toddler son loitered around a posh toy store nearby.
His gaze constantly was at a tricycle, and he was fascinated by the way it produced music by the press of a button.
While the crowd continued to build at the ground, the lady managed to make a buck.
Meanwhile, the toddler stealthily seated himself on one of the cycles placed outside for display and enjoyed to his heart's content.-