****** SHAADI KI DASTAAN******
abhi shaadi ka pehla hi saal tha,
khushi ke maare mera bura haal tha,
khushiyaan kuch yoon umad rahin thi,
ki sambhale nahi sambhal rahi thi,
subah subah madam ka chai le kar aana
thoda sharmate hue hume need se jagana,
wo pyaar bhara hath humare ballon main phirana,
muskurate hue kehna ki darling chai to pi lo,
jaldi se ready ho jao, aap ko office bhi hai jana.
gharwali bhagwan ka roop le kar aayi thi,
dil or dimag par poori tarah chai thi,
saans bhi lete thy to naam usi ka hota tha,
ik pal bhi door jeena dushwar hota tha.
5 saal baad........
subah subah madam ka chai le kar aana,
table par rakh kar jor se chilana,
aaj office jao to munna ko
school chodte hue jana........ ......
ek baar phir wohi awaaj ayi,
kya baat hai abhi tak chodi nahi charpai,
agar munna late ho gaya to dekh lena,
munna ki teachers ko phir khud hi sambhaal lena.
na jane gharwali kaisa roop le kar aayi thi,
dil aur dimaag par kali ghata chai thi,
sans bhi lete hai to uni ka khayal hota hai,
har samay jehan main ek hi sawal hota hai,
kya kabhi wo din lot ke ayenge,
hum ek bar phir kuwaaren ban payenge.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I am Sorry MOM
I am Sorry MOM.
As I got up today, I felt the smell of fresh Tea. I woke up to see a
Cup of tea with some biscuits kept at my bedside table. This reminded me
Of home. The old school and college days, when mumma used to wake me up by
Serving a steaming cup of tea. The aroma, the taste, so refreshing,
still so fresh in my memories.
A sudden thought hit me, I was in bed, so who prepared
this tea for me? Is it a dream? I pinched myself and that hurts, which
meant I was not dreaming. I walked out of the room with the cup of tea,
in search of my roommate. I asked him whether he prepared that for me, and
the answer was YES.
I was relaxed but somehow my heart wanted him to say NO.
A no because I wanted to be in a belief that my mom prepared it for me. The
whole scene reminded me of mom, and I missed her at that moment. I got
ready for the office and all set to leave.
On my way, I was thinking about those days, when mumma used
to cook my every meal. All her possible ways by which she could stuff her
son. I could not remember any single day when I slept without food.
Maggi, chips, biscuits, all junk food was banned and I always cooked maggi
when I was sure that mom was not around. But now, I no more enjoy cooking
maggi for myself.. Almost everyday I eat it, not because I like it, but
because I am left with no other option at times.
This very thought brought tears to my eyes and I decided to
call up mom. I reached office and gave mom a call. The first thing she
asked was, kya haal hain?. I was speechless. And I thought, how
the time has changed. When I was home with her, she used to nag me by
calling after every hour when I was out with friends. In those days she
never asked me what was wrong, as she knew that it was my habit even if I
got home late and forgot to call. My call at this point of day to her,
Dosent means that I am in trouble but ya I am not fine.
Time has changed, she is still the same, it's me who has changed.
But I continued my conversation saying that I just called
up to ask how she was, and how are things going on with her. And we
continued our conversation. Then suddenly an ice-breaker came when she
asked, Dont you have any work today? I was shocked and asked her why she
asked that, in reply to which she said, it was almost 30 minutes, I have
been talking to her.
I hurriedly ended the conversation saying I have to attend
a meeting. I lied to her and deep down I know, she knows that I lied to her
but what else can I do? The lady with whom I used to have endless
Conversations all ended. I am so occupied with my new life that I forgot to
spend few hours with her.
I roll backed the time and thought of every single day that
I have not spent with her. This made me realize that there was not a single
day when I was busy, busy in a sense to neglect my mom. The lady who gave
her whole life just for me, I could not even give her the time that she
deserved. I remembered how I used to tell her about all my daily happenings
and how I always failed to ask about her day. It left me all in tears. I
missed her and missed her to core.
I was feeling ashamed, because it was a cup of tea that
made me realize her presence in my world.
We all are here, away from our family, living with our friends,
who are our new family. We spend our lunch time with them gossiping about
whats going in and around, weekends, shopping with them and even festivals
as most of us are staying too far from home. And when we call home, we are
in a hurry to hang up as most of are BUSY. Are we really that busy?
Think of the lady whom we have left back at home. She still
misses her son/daughter at the dining table, although most of us enjoy our
meals with our friends and colleagues. She still waits all day just to hear
her son/daughters voice at the end of the day and we, we spend our time on
phone with friends or girlfriend/boyfriend.
Dont even knw how to apologise to her.......
Cup of tea with some biscuits kept at my bedside table. This reminded me
Of home. The old school and college days, when mumma used to wake me up by
Serving a steaming cup of tea. The aroma, the taste, so refreshing,
still so fresh in my memories.
A sudden thought hit me, I was in bed, so who prepared
this tea for me? Is it a dream? I pinched myself and that hurts, which
meant I was not dreaming. I walked out of the room with the cup of tea,
in search of my roommate. I asked him whether he prepared that for me, and
the answer was YES.
I was relaxed but somehow my heart wanted him to say NO.
A no because I wanted to be in a belief that my mom prepared it for me. The
whole scene reminded me of mom, and I missed her at that moment. I got
ready for the office and all set to leave.
On my way, I was thinking about those days, when mumma used
to cook my every meal. All her possible ways by which she could stuff her
son. I could not remember any single day when I slept without food.
Maggi, chips, biscuits, all junk food was banned and I always cooked maggi
when I was sure that mom was not around. But now, I no more enjoy cooking
maggi for myself.. Almost everyday I eat it, not because I like it, but
because I am left with no other option at times.
This very thought brought tears to my eyes and I decided to
call up mom. I reached office and gave mom a call. The first thing she
asked was, kya haal hain?. I was speechless. And I thought, how
the time has changed. When I was home with her, she used to nag me by
calling after every hour when I was out with friends. In those days she
never asked me what was wrong, as she knew that it was my habit even if I
got home late and forgot to call. My call at this point of day to her,
Dosent means that I am in trouble but ya I am not fine.
Time has changed, she is still the same, it's me who has changed.
But I continued my conversation saying that I just called
up to ask how she was, and how are things going on with her. And we
continued our conversation. Then suddenly an ice-breaker came when she
asked, Dont you have any work today? I was shocked and asked her why she
asked that, in reply to which she said, it was almost 30 minutes, I have
been talking to her.
I hurriedly ended the conversation saying I have to attend
a meeting. I lied to her and deep down I know, she knows that I lied to her
but what else can I do? The lady with whom I used to have endless
Conversations all ended. I am so occupied with my new life that I forgot to
spend few hours with her.
I roll backed the time and thought of every single day that
I have not spent with her. This made me realize that there was not a single
day when I was busy, busy in a sense to neglect my mom. The lady who gave
her whole life just for me, I could not even give her the time that she
deserved. I remembered how I used to tell her about all my daily happenings
and how I always failed to ask about her day. It left me all in tears. I
missed her and missed her to core.
I was feeling ashamed, because it was a cup of tea that
made me realize her presence in my world.
We all are here, away from our family, living with our friends,
who are our new family. We spend our lunch time with them gossiping about
whats going in and around, weekends, shopping with them and even festivals
as most of us are staying too far from home. And when we call home, we are
in a hurry to hang up as most of are BUSY. Are we really that busy?
Think of the lady whom we have left back at home. She still
misses her son/daughter at the dining table, although most of us enjoy our
meals with our friends and colleagues. She still waits all day just to hear
her son/daughters voice at the end of the day and we, we spend our time on
phone with friends or girlfriend/boyfriend.
Dont even knw how to apologise to her.......
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