Feeling in LOVE

It was and is not a dream
An angel came to me
Face so glowing
Eyes so sparkling
Dress studded with stars
Crown shining with moon arch

She sat beside me
And her soft hands hold me
Together we flew so high
Thru the clouds and blue sky
To the new world so beautiful
Wonderful and more colourful

Garden is greener than been ever
Rose never seen much rosier
Silver lining on grass top over
Nightingale voice is sweeter than anyone hear
Lovebirds chirping here and there
Dolphin flapping to music of water

Under the soothing golden ray
We dance with colours of rainbow
Singing, enjoying
And cuddling in each other arms
Her tender hug and gentle kiss
Gave me the feeling of eternal bliss

She made me feel so special
Divine and so lovable
My world and myself
got new essence of life
When her lovely lips
Whispered to me “I LOVE YOU”

It was and is not a dream
An angel came to me
Face so glowing
Eyes so sparkling
Dress studded with stars
Crown shining with moon arch

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL MY DEAR ONES

BEFORE IT TICKS PAST 12, I WISH YOU HAPPY NEW YEAR AND COMING 2008 BRING SUCCESS AND PROSPEROUS LIFE

Same RAIN - I love & I hate

My mobile is set to sing “It’s my life” at 6 AM; me feeling lazy to wake up, press snooze and back to sleep. At 6:15 AM “It’s my life” again. I too reply back to my mobile “yeah it’s my life, now let me sleep” and press snooze. This continue one more time at 6:30 AM, I felt like thank god I am not married yet, else what would happen if my wife nag me like this and in frustration I shout “It’s my life”. But I have to wake up to work for kale kuave and meet many Moti and bhaisan which is our motivations in office.

Eyes are not open yet and I can hear tumbling sound of water on the terrace, trees are whistling and cool breeze. I can sense and feel. It is raining. Very first thought comes to mind is “Oh no, 150 bucks gone in air for auto just like puff from cigarette”. My nephew came dancing and singing because schools have declared holiday due to heavy rains. I complain why companies don’t declare holiday for us too. After all, company pays us and nephew pays to school.

Auto is one of the dangerous rides in city. Autowalas drive as if they are in Formula 1 track. Autowala with large moustache looks more like Local Gunda, Rowdy, and Rascalana. I am sure if this guy clean shaves his face, his wife won’t recognize him. What on earth inspired him for such mammoth style?

Marathon traffic makes me feel far yet nearer to office. Honking, motorcyclist scrolling their way like snake in between, and Masha Allah what to say about cyclist; they will carry cycle on shoulders and walk on jade way. Are they trying to prove that they have a bit element of Shaktiman? Pedestrians walk on road as if road is not road but footpath and other vehicle have to beg literally for way to move forward. And what else to add more agony, we have to see traffic mamu standing and looking Left-Right-Left as if he came here for sight seeing.

20 mins drive from my home to office on bike took almost 1 hour to reach office. “Gud morning Sir, I would be late by 10-15 mins due to rain and traffic.” was message I have typed and sent to my boss who again had forwarded same to his boss without editing. It was like “FYI” game in email; we all do in corporate mail.

Whole day, it was raining heavily. It is not that I have problem of getting wet while going home; actual and real problem is lake, swimming pool, ground water on road and phuwara peechkari of it will create nice design on shirt which guarantees of no colour loss while washing. I will kill Ariel if they come to me and say “Daag Acche Hai” & Surf Excel Blue “Red ko rakhe Red aur blue ko rakhe blue”; what the hell blue shirt is blue when it has brown colour dots design promises to be with you forever. It is not “Diamond Forever” but “Daag Forever”.

Is it I have forgotten the fun, excitement, aroma, masti, raindrops on face, etc which I use to do during my earlier life? This corporate life has made me so practical, materialistic and detached from nature. Corporate has entangled me with certain code of conduct. At end, I miss all that masti in rain. It is same rain I love and I hate.

Tere bigar mai na jee paoga, aise hi marr jaoga, meri maa

Nanhe nanhe nagmo mai, bahake bahake kadamo se mai aage chala,
Tujhse door hokar, himmat karke maine alvida kaha.
Mujh par beetin hui, kisko sunao, rehta ho jo mai akela
apne hi ghar mai, ghair bana diya hai, meri maa

Raat ke andhero mai, chadhar oodhe mai rehta saema sa
Kisko pukaro kisko bolo darr hai jo mujhe lagta
Apno se hi dara hua, apno ke liye hoon mai begana
Har askh ke aaiane mai dektha hoon tujhe, meri maa

Apno ne hi tuthraya, apno ne hi dil se nikal diya
Mera bhi dil hai, par ab yeh hai jo tuth gaya
Phir bhi jodhta ho, akele mai deta ho khudko dilasa,
teri tasveer ko dekh kar chup ho jata hoon, meri maa

Mere liye wo apne the, phir kyun mili mujhe yeh sila
apno ne hi zindagi ke safar mai, mera saath chod diya
apne hi ghar mai, gootha hoon jo roz mai akela
kuch nahi kehta par andar hi andar mai bikar jata hoon, meri maa

Khud se door karke, kya mila mujhe tu bata, meri maa
Tu bhi roothi hogi, mere liye tarasti hogi na, meri maa
Mai galat ho tho mujhse root jaana, mujhse baat mat karna, meri maa
Par Agle janam mai mujhe khudse door mat karna, meri maa
Tere bigar mai na jee paoga, aise hi marr jaoga, meri maa

Taare Zameen Par - Every Child is Special

A guy like me, who goes to sleep by 9 pm in this modern world, is prepared to watch “Taare Zameen Par” first day night show. Why night show is different story? Why so crazy for movie? Well answer is obvious, me being ardent fan of AAMIR. I was waiting very eagerly for this movie; honestly speaking not because of subject or matter but AAMIR (Actor), AAMIR (Director), AAMIR (Producer). What more would ardent fan want other than this?

We (me with my friends) reached theatre and grabbed the seat. I glued myself to seat. I will just watch, watch and watch movie.

Scrabble game was the first thing to come on screen then numbers and then symbols. Alphabets, numbers and symbols started having blast on screen. They were rushing, flying, scrolling, dancing and doing everything here, there and everywhere. No pixel of screen was left out, no corner was cornered. My mind was running more than 180 Km/per second though not able to interpret it. All of sudden; appears strict, adamant, khoshad teachers declaring result and one common name was being declared by all with disgust with flashing alert FAIL FAIL FAIL.

Story of same FAIL kid who is always fascinated with colour, world lively things, vast view of ocean or view from hill top, innocent to heart, true to himself, strong from inside; tries to study but can’t, never mind studies and always labeled as failure in class as well as home specially from his father. It hurts a lot when all your collegue see you as failure, dumb and tag you as loser. You have to face them everyday. Just imagine the same situation of this kid.

He loves his father a lot but his father is not concern at all and is totally blind towards his son. His mom and elder brother loves him as he is; cheerful, naughty, colourful, and innocent.

He is sent to boarding school to learn discipline, conduct and manner. He lives like body without soul, like “uski rangbari sapno ke duniya ab berang ho gaye”. Scene where he is standing near the car in which his mom, brother and father are leaving him behind at boarding school alone is very touching. No tears untill car went out of his sight; then the background touching song “tujhe pata hai na MA”. Scene like he is awake and missing his mom, crying in bathroom loudly really captures the heart and soul of us. He did bring tears to me. It touches so deeply that I felt to hug this kid and comfort him.

It was not like he don’t want to study but he is unable to read, write and study. He was suffering from dyslexia which his father doesn’t want to see it even after AAMIR (kids’ new art teacher) explains him everything. He thinks that all this is an excuse of not studying. Felt like to take out my shoes and throw at his face very hard. AAMIR understand the kid problem because he has undergone this disorder during his childhood days and is able to connect with kids’ agony, sadness, loneliness and everything.

In this final climax scene where kid hands over his painting to AAMIR, goes slowly to see what AAMIR (his teacher) has painted; moved seeing painting of himself which makes him to cry. I bet on you if you have heart; your eyes too will fill with tears. And thus AAMIR succeeds in bringing colours again in kid's life.

AAMIR had brought every emotion lively on screen and made us feel exactly what Kid and AAMIR is feeling. AAMIR stands very higher than expected as an actor, producer as well as director. Kid is awesome and will touch millions of heart with his acting. Movie comes as a class of its own in today world of cinema. MUST WATCH MOVIE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE HEART AND SOUL.