कभी अपने काम से फ़ुर्सत पा जाना

तो मिला लेना फ़ोन

ज़रूरी मेल टाइप करने के बीच

लिख देना मीठे दो बोल

फ़ाइलें पढ़ने से फ़ुर्सत मिले

तो पढ़ लेना मेरा मन

मीटिंगें कभी ख़त्म हों

तो हम बैठें कहीं संग

मेरी आवाज़ को बना लेना

अपना रिंगटोन

मेरे बर्थडे को बनाना

फ़ोन का पास कोड

अपने वाल फ़्रेम पर सजाना

मेरी मुस्कान

कॉफ़ी की चुस्कियों पर

ले लेना मेरा नाम

काम के बोझ से थक जाना

तो गुनगुना लेना कोई धुन

कभी मेज़ पर रखे गुलदस्ते से चुराना

फूलों की सुगंध

कभी सुन लेना झरोखों से

आती कोई मीठी दस्तक

मेरे दिल की सदा सुनाई देगी

तुम्हारी नजर होगी जहाँ तक

अगर कभी अकेले में होना

तो मुझे पास बुला लेना तुम

काम की धुन में न तुम कहीं हो

जाना गुम

याद रखना तुमसे दूर मगर

तुम्हारे दिल के नजदीक हैं हम

वो फ़ासले फ़ासले कहाँ

जब दिल धड़कते हो संग



जब पहाड़ों पर बिछती है बर्फ़ चादर सी

तब तन से आ लिपटती है गर्म चादर सी

कि न रही अब लाज की फ़िकर भी

ऐसी होती है अहसास नर्म चादर की

जब कोई चादर किसी गद्दे पर है जा पड़ती

तब लगती है बिसात उसकी संगेमरमर सी

जब बदलती है वो उसपर करवट सी

तब पड़ती है उसपर रेश्मी सिलवट सी

जब रखती है तकिये पर वो सर अपनी

तब लगती है उसकी ज़ुल्फ़ बादल सी

सोई रहती है वो अंजान बेख़बर सी

न परवाह उसे किसी आहट-सरसराहट की

जब आसमानों पर चाँदनी जाती है बिखर सी

तब याद आती है ग़ज़ल किसी शायर की

शान में क्या कहें उस मक़बूल पेंटर की

जिसने तराशा ये मुकम्मल समा उसके हुनर की

जब चादर ख्वाजा के दर पर है जा पड़ती

तो जैद की तक़दीर जाती है सँवर सी

तब खुल जाती हैं किवाड़ें जन्नत की

और होती है कुबूल धागा-ए-मन्नत भी

I was once was asked

to pick a shade

the verdant green, the mystical blue

or a flamboyant red?

I love the blues of the oceans,

and the landscapes green;

I love the colours of twilight ,

as much as I love dawn.

I love the the ice-capped mountains,

As much as I love the moon;

I love people

Black, white and brown.

I love the flowers,

I love the stars;

Cos all are manifestations of

the eternal supreme power.

I love the colours of autumn,

I love the colours of all seasons,

I love the colours of spring

And I love them all for no reason.

I love the springs,

I love the gentle flapping of wings;

I love the cascading falls,

I love the sprigs n twigs.

Let us be fiesty like the oranges and reds,

Embrace the white for purity of the heart;

let the calmness of the blues prevail ,

Enjoy the pink of health!

Enjoy the colours of Holi!

Jumanji Re-enacted!

The year 2021 is proving to be worse than 2020. Mankind is in throes of a pandemic and nothing appears to be going right!

The year culminated in rampage by protesting farmers against the farm laws passed by the incumbent government. Then from February onwards, we witnessed an upsurge in Covid cases! Although my parents living in Mumbai could not escape the virus onslaught and are recuperating at the hospital (fingers crossed) our repertoire has been replete with several mini heart attacks which I would like to recount!

Last year we dealt with a nerve-racking colony of ants who irked us no end with their omnipotence and omnipresence!

With the onset of winters last year we were perturbed by the arrival of an unwanted guest-a rat! Although there was just one- dealing with it gave the sensation of ones head spinning in a blender at optimal speed! All attempts at trapping the troublesome creature went in vain. It’s favourite hangout spot was my daughter’s room which disastrously happens to be our favourite hangout spot! To make things worse the once cute looking mouse had metamophosed into a grotesque looking rat with multiple lesions across its face! Perhaps, it was a result of an electric shock, or an injury or some disease, only God knows!

It had the knack of hiding into tiniest of holes and crevices when being hunted down! After a few days a few others, though relatively small joined in. Sometimes they were witnessed climbing atop curtains, at other times on shelves and still other in cupboards. The irksome rat even chewed away my phone’s USB cable!

No sooner had the rat menace subsided when we were appalled at the advent of monkeys who stormed in looking for bananas! They were shooed away, at least for the time being! We were simultaneously dealing with mosquitoes who despite all the insect sprays sprang up here and there like reincarnated demons!

Recently, I also got stung by a bee and had a painful swelling for a couple of days!

Besides, recently there was news that a mammoth sized asteroid is about to stride past our planet which if it struck the earth, could do damage similar to the deadliest nuclear bomb present! Are these ominous signs hinting at an Apocalypse? Maybe maybe not, but I’m having my fingers crossed!

On a lighter note, the silver lining to the story is that today morning the vexatious rat got stuck in the toilet and was flushed away!!

Moral: No matter how hard the road, we must flush away all negativity and be thankful to the Almighty for keeping us alive and safe! Wait! I can witness a swarm of bees heading towards my room! Enjoy the story till I fix things right!!!

Hindi poem

हिन्दी कविता

मुँडेर पर बैठी एक मैना

न जाने क्या चाहती है वो कहना

है बेचैन वो बिलकुल अकेली

नहीं साथ कोई सखा-सहेली

अचानक कहीं से पा गई वो एक तिनका

जिन्हें जोड़ बनाएगी वो घोंसला अपने मनका

Follow Your Dreams!

Sitara a 10th grader hated Maths and Science. Her father Mahendra Kumar wanted her to pursue engineering like him. All decisions, no matter how small were taken by Mahendra in the Kumar household. His wife Arundhati had no say in the decision making process.

Ironically, Sitara always ended up scoring high marks in subjects she abhorred. She loved English but didn’t score very high marks in her favourite subject as the examiner was very strict in awarding marks. She was passionate about singing and wished to pursue this as her career.

Sitara cleared her 10th board exams with distinction in 5 subjects which included Maths and Science.

‘Mumma, I’m afraid dad will ask me to take up Science and sit for AIEEE exams which I obviously do not want.’

‘Don’t worry child I’ll talk to your father.’

Mumma, although I have scored well in Science and Maths I am certain this won’t get repeated as I have no aptitude for the above subjects.’

In the evening when Mahendra returned from office and sat at the dinner table, Arundhati analysed his mood and put forth her point of view – ‘I think we should let Sitara choose her vocation. After all it is her life. Why should we force her to do something she doesn’t enjoy doing.’

‘She has consistently scored well in the Science subjects. That says it all. I don’t want to talk further on the subject.’

When Sitara learnt as to what her father had said, she was overwhelmed with grief.

‘Beta, don’t worry, I will have a talk with our family counsellor,’ Arundhati tried to reassure Sitara.

‘Nishtha ma’am, as usual Mahendra is not listening to us. Sitara does not wish to take up Science in the 11th grade and he is forcing her to do so.’

The family counsellor had a talk with Mahendra and an appointment with a career counsellor was scheduled. It was agreed upon that the results of the aptitude tests would be the final career choice for Sitara.

Mahendra-Hello Mrs Khan.

Mrs Khan- hello sir.

‘My daughter has avid interest in Maths and Science. She is budding Einstein,’ Mahendra said looking hopeful.

‘Sitara, there are a set of questionnaires to be completed. Write your answers calmly while I discuss things with your parents.

Throughout the entire conversation, Mahendra kept stressing how their daughter was exceptionally gifted and that the Sciences would be the most apt career choice for her. Mrs Khan who had respect for Mahendra’s honour and position kept nodding in agreement while Arundhati played the mute listener.

After the aptitude tests were over, Mrs Khan bid them adieu with the assurance that the test results will be mailed to both parents in 3 days time.

‘Mumma I’m very nervous and anxious. I didn’t like the counsellor who seemed to agree with everything that dad said.’

‘Let’s hope for the best Sitara.’

On the third day, the test results came up late into the night. Arundhati was only able to see the mail the day after.

‘Sitara, the test results are out.’

Sitara had butterflies in her stomach which opening the mail and what it revealed left her stupefied.

‘Mumma, it says I should pursue music,’ and leaped with joy.

They revealed the test results to Mahendra who only wished Mrs Khan would die of some life-threatening disease!