प्यार के मायने ही बदल गए

हम इश्क़ कर बैठे उनसे यूं इस कदर कि हम शायर बन गए 

हमारी कदर ना जानी जिसने ऐ खुदा कि हम पत्थर बन गए 

शीशे के दिल को पत्थर बना गए 

हमारे जीने के तरीके बदल गए 

ये इश्क़ बड़ा है कातिल 

मिल जाए तो रब मिल जाए 

वरना नए रास्ते ढूंढ लाए 

आपकी बेरुखी ने हमारी रचना निखार दी  

चुप्पी को हमारा रवैया समझ लिया 

Down the Memory Lane

I wish I could rewind my life and go back and live every moment again. I know I couldn’t but pen down my feelings with you blogspot.

Now I will mention all the fun I miss which I wanna relive are below:

·         Teasing streetdogs
·         Watching tv with grandma and changing channels and annoying her
·         Finished whole new bottle of dad’s new deodorant like a Room freshener
·         Always sit on the back seat of the rickshaw
·         Breaking pickle Jars
·         Eating Sundar Kulfi Daily and collecting all the sticks
·         Destroying all the toys of mine and my brother
·         Eating all of my brother’s chocolate treasure after finishing mine
·         Swinging on the Main door of house and wait for mom to come back from her Job
·         Finishing bourn vita in the jars
·         Gudiya k Baal
·         Gas Balloons
·         Standing on front of scooter while Dad’s driving
·         Jumping on sofas
·         Posham Pa bhai Posham Pa
·         Ringa Ringa Roses
·         Shaktimaan
·         Creative Cards
·         Art & Craft in School
·         Mono Acting
·         Dancing
·         Hobby Classes
·         Tutions
·         Pani Puri
·         Ice Creams

LOVE! DEVOTION! SACRIFICE!

Love between mother and kids comes from the nature itself, since you can’t teach how to love.

Devotion towards Family, God, work or anything you do also comes from within. 

Sacrifice also comes from within that also can’t be taught.

So let us dig out in depth meaning of Love, Devotion & Sacrifice.

What is the Definition of Love??

Is it Love between-

• Soulmates??
• Mother and her kids??
• Deity and devotee??

Can somebody really sacrifice for love?

All the questions are a big confusion and messed up…

So let us put on some light over love, devotion, and sacrifice.

Love

Love is the basic nature of a human being. We were born from love. It comes from within.

The moment we opened our eyes, we were poured with love and blessings in abundance.

Did you ever give weight-age to the unconditional love we are poured in from day 1 from our mom & dad, Grandma & Grandpa, Aunts & Uncles, Brothers & Sisters?

We all take it for granted and never enjoy that time span, instead keep on complaining about silly things.

We are never in the situation in which we are in present and want to be in the situation in which we are not, it is the basic human nature, nobody is guity.

Love is selfless, Love has no boundaries. It is in the hearts. Distance can never separate.

Devotion

Have you ever heard about Meera, she was in love with devotion with Lord Krishna. A lady who is a wife, mother & daughter in law devotes her whole life just because of her strong and selfless, unconditional love.

People are good at visiting temples, fasting and doing lot of good things with devotion for god. Devotion is required in your work whatever work you do. Work is equivalent to the prayer you do everyday. But if you do your work in the same manner you do prayers, you will be successful citizen of India in a manner you are contributing in development of your country.

Just be a good citizen and perform your duties with devotion. This is the best definition of devotion and love for your country.

You are not only raising your own family but also playing a vital role in growth of your country.

Sacrifice

Soldiers on the battlefield drenched with blood could be the best example for Sacrifice.

Sacrifice is not only fighting as a soldier in battlefield but also scarificing your own dreams for your family priorities.

Life itself is a battlefield…

Don’t stop!!!

Don’t quit!!!

Naqaab

मैंने कल खुद को आईने में देखा और संवारा
लोग कहते हैं आईने में इंसान का असली चेहरे दिखते है
पर क्या वाक़ई असली चेहरा देख पाते हैं
इस चेहरे ने ओढ़े कई नक़ाब
ऐ आईने तू ही सही चेहरा दिखा
दुनिया वालो ने ओढ़े कई नक़ाब
कैसे पेहचानु कौन है असली कौन है फरेबी
मैं एक आम इंसान कैसे उठाऊ ये नक़ाब
ऐ मालिक इतनी सी है गुज़ारिश
चार दिन की है ज़िंदगानी उठा दो ये सारे नक़ाब
सुकून के दो पल जी लेने दो जनाब

Zindagi

ज़िन्दगी से कभी न कहो 

मैं ही क्यों ? मैं ही क्यों ? 

बल्कि कहो, ज़िन्दगी मुझे आज़मा, मुझे आज़मा

वक़्त की देहलीज़ पर  लाखों सितम हैं हमने सहे

अब डर नहीं लगता ऐ ज़िन्दगी तू मझे आज़मा

नहीं लगता डर अब रात क अँधेरे से

नहीं लगता डर अब भीड़ में, अकेले में

नहीं लगता डर अब किसी आंधी या तूफ़ान से

हमारी ज़िन्दगी की कश्ती तो तूफानों से भी बच कर आ निकली

अब ले ज़िन्दगी कौनसा इम्तेहान लेती है

वक़्त के दायरे से निकल कर तूने ऐसे इम्तेहान लिए

अब तो ज़िन्दगी भी एक इम्तेहान लगती है

ज़िन्दगी अब एक महज़ सन्नाटा बन चुकी है

अब नहीं लगता डर ज़िन्दगी की किसी मुश्किल से

जी करता है तुझे सीने से लगा कर जी भर कर रो लू

सिसकने को अब कोई कन्धा भी नहीं तुझे ही अपने सन्नाटे का सहारा बना लूँ

Back to School...

Life is an untold Mystery. You never know what’s in it for me. We keep judging ourselves and want to make decisions on our own.  When I was a kid I was very much inspired from pilots. I always wanted to become a Pilot. And every other day I had a new mindset for my life what I wanna become and at that Age children do have moving goals. One day I wore my mom’s Sari and started writing on my Wardrobe holding a chalk, just copying the way teachers taught us in the school. I was very good at co-curricular and was Famous in school for my Acting & Dancing, today even if you meet students and teachers from the same school they end up saying. “Prachiiiii was very naughty”, lively girl, gregarious, always in an elated mood, quality to make others laugh, discussing my naughty pranks. We used to get Books for our Best Performance in the cultural activities and academics, I still have those interesting books with me...Cursive handwriting, story books, Coloring books. Whether it was poem Recitation, singing, dancing, acting, I took part in each and every activity and was lucky to read in Silver Oak where no child was treated with partiality, all were treated same and it was compulsory for all the students to take part in each and every activity. Our Annual Day Preps used to long for a month or so. Annual Function used to be like a Month Long Festival to us. It makes me nostalgic when a blur picture comes in front of my eyes with so many complaints with life... Why I had grown up? Why I can’t go back to school and enjoy the co-curricular activities, Art & Craft, Music, dance, sharing lunchbox without any formality just grabbing each new delicacies friend’s mom used to pack, the very first question in the morning- aaj kya leke aai h?? Maggi!!! Wow!!! Waiting for the Recess and all the hands gilding into the tiffin embracing Maggi!! And the owner of that tiffin trying to hide somewhere in the corner barging to save his/her tiffin from his/her classmate. There were no groups in school, every other student was your closest buddy. No formal friends. That space with my school friends is still on, distance never separates you from your chuddy buddies.

Pen fighter used to be the favourite game and we played it while waiting for the next teacher to arrive or in the recess after finishing the tiffins.

How can I forget the Rajeev Sir’s Dynamic Punishment “Murga walk”, we were made to do in the school corridors for being late or for some cleanliness issues(for not cutting nails, not polishing shoes, for mischievous acts).

Ke Sara Sara Whatever will b will be, the future not asked to see

Ke Sara Sara Whatever will be will be, the future not asked to see...

HOLI HOLI!! Come again with lots of Colours & Food again...

Happiness measured with colours & food around...

Holi is round the corner, people buying sweets & some of them buying ingredients to prepare Gujiya & other snacks to be prepared on the eve of Holi for family & friends.

Even I was waiting for Holi impatiently, not only for colours, but to be frank most importantly for the mouth-watering Indian delicacies - Gujiya & Samosa my mom prepares for this festival.

There is a blur picture of my childhood days when I and my bro used to enjoy this festival of colours with water balloons sprawled on our terrace, and making every next passer by our target of balloon held in our hands. We were so naughty that we couldn’t wait for the dad till he comes up with new colours so that stock never ends. Festivals are still same but the quality of colours have really changed a lot. Now, manufacturers uses different chemicals which harm your skin, hair, eyes, fatally.  There was no fear and now you dread of  skin irritations from colours, or hair problems with those chemicals.  Now, if you happen to meet me on Holi this time, I would be all oil bathed from top to toe so that I don’t have to spend ages rubbing and scraping that Ziddi colour off my body.

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In my school days, during assembly prayers, it was one of my funny habit to observe who had more colour on the body.

The celebration of Holi begins a week before the day of playing colour. We used to have a Holi celebration during school days where we all used to give a holy dip into colours to each other. I used to wonder what it would have been if this ritual might have happened on Saturday, then the white dress (which we were supposed to wear on Saturdays) would have been a proof of masti we used to have in those days. And the dialogue would have been, “Surf Excel Hai Na.”

Having said that, colours these days really have hard chemicals in them, it is advisable to choose right colours for yourself. Body actually gets exhausted after playing whole day with colours and water, and once you step out of shower, drowsiness clouds your senses. Beware of marketing gig, instead check out for colours with no glass contents (adds sparkling lustre to the colours), high chemicals, and strong spirit in them. After dipping into colour whole day, we feel sleepy after Shower which is due to high Toxics in the colours.

To avoid such colours& reactions from them, take care of following this Holi:

   ü  Use herbal colours or use Chandan

   ü   Apply oil to body & hair

   ü  Play Holi in a traditional way with flowers, fragrance of flowers plays the role of antibiotics.

Enjoy Holi in a traditional way & to the fullest & burn the Devil on this Holika Dahan... JJ

Bring out the child in you and get drenched with colourful blast!

Holi hai!!