Zindagi ki ye kahani.......

In life we try many things. In some we succeed but in some we fail. Normally a feeling of grief overcome us in case of failure. Our confidence starts dwindling.
But if we see around us, toward the world then we find out many such instances of failure (in nature) which are nothing but temporary phases. Pleasure and pain, Success and failure are nothing but two sides of the same coin. Following lines are an attempt to present this idea-


Kyun ho tum aaj
udas bhala,
Dekho ye pal kuchh
kah raha;

Dekho ye chand
kuchh kah raha,
Kal main bhi tha
Bujha hua,
Amavas ne tha aake
mujhe mita diya,
Hain gir ka uthna
uth ke girna
dharm mera,
Purnima ki raat
main khila hua;

Dekho ye suraj
kuchh kah raha,
Kal grahan tha
mujh per pada,
adane se chand
ki dekho majal,
Ki tha mujhe
chhipa gaya,
Per aaj aisa
kaun hain
Jo dekh le mujhe ek
najar bhar ke jara;

Dekho ye pedh(tree)
kuchh kah raha,
aake tej toofan
aandhion ne,
Kal tha mujhe
jhuka diya,
Per aaj dekho meri
lahlahati dalion pe,
Panjhi ne aa kar
ghar bana liya;

Zindagi ki ye kahani,
Dhoop jhanv ki jubani,
Kabhi hain chadna kabhi utarna,
Seekha hain kahan
isne ek sa rahna,
Chhodo ab ye udasi
bahne do aake lab pe wapis
hansi ka ek jharana..............

Teri Baatein...

Tassavur is a urdu word means constant thought of beloved. In our young age we start making an Ideal Image, our better half, to be partner in life. Tassavur is talking to that ideal image, to remain in thought of her. She remained with me all the times, walked with me on all the roads and became a source of inspiration for me. But as we grow in the age and started facing the world, we try to find such a person in reality. But reality is reality and Ideas are ideas :).. In the words of Ghalib -

"Dil dhoondhta hain phir
wohi fursat ke raat din,
Baithe rahe tassavur-e-jaana
kiye hue"

Following poem is an attempt to depict some of those times.....

Athah samunder si
gahree teri batein,
Kate na raat din
kaisi teri batein;

Kyun silsila shuroo ye huan,
Lambi teri baatein,
waqt ye thahar sa gaya,
Dilkash teri baatein;

Andhero ke sath chal padi,
Roshan teri baatein,
Ekant ko mita ye gayee,
Roj ki ye teri baatein;

Roka to khud ko khoob,
Ruk na saki baatein,
manaya to khud ko khoob,
kah na saki baatein;

Dooba jo samunder main,
Kinara teri baatein,
Har waqt mridu sameer si,
Satayen teri baatein
Baatein teri baatein..

Kuchh baatein dil ki...

Love has it's own language. It can not be expressed in words. This language flows through eyes and expresses the deep feelings lies in heart. Following lines are trying to present such feelings of a lover who is trying hard but unable to express his feelings to his beloved-


Aankhon ki jo ek
bhasa hain,
Kuchh batein jo
unse chalti hain,
Kahna chahen
bahut kuchh ye,
Per kah hi nahi
to sakti hain;

Rah main hain
ek mod mila,
Rahi jo hain ek
mujhe mila,
Bichhdu na kabhi
is jeevan main,
Ishwar se ye ek
vintee hain;

Per kaise use ye
pata chalen,
Lafjon ki kuchh
ek kami si hain,
hothon per aakar
kyun ruk jati,
Baat jo dil se
nikalti hain;

Siddharth........

Suddenly the road becomes wide and a row of tree along the road appears. Siddharth is walking in the shadow of those trees and feeling pleasent after a long walk in the scorching heat of sun. Still he is not able to find out, toward where this road is going. It seems long to him, somewhere ending in the horizon. Looking toward it he is thinking how much more he will have to walk. Feeling tired and want to remain in the coolness of the trees but he knows that this is just for a little time.

Why not the time elapsed always with the same pace. Why the distance between the two seconds is reduced suddenly for him. But that is neither the question nor the answer he is looking for. How much more such cycles from heat to cold he will have to face. Why not he could remain in this coolness for always. Siddharth is thinking hard that whether at any point of time he will be able to find out an answer or not.

Its long siddharth is walking on that road. He looks around and found a place below a tree to sit down. He decided to spent some time here and give some rest to his tired body. But still these questions are not leaving his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to take his restless mind toward peace. Intution is the source of all thoughts but from where this intution starts, who knows. Intution demands a mind in a state of peace and having inward looking eyes. Siddharth left these questions to his intution and gradullay calmed down his mind. After a long time he suddenly felt a ray of hope and a light inside him. Afterall for what he is worried. Why he feels the pain when he sees the evil around him, when he sees the unequality persisting and when he sees so many people are crying around him, struggling to get through the life. Why this beautiful world created by almighty god is full with struggles. Why even those having all the positivity of life but still looks unhappy. Why even he as a prince having all comforts of life but still feel discontent inside him. Why everybody wants more and more and what is the end purpose of all these quests. Does anything exist in the world which could satisfy that insatiable thirst? Where is the upper limit. Is there any??

Religion of the river is to flow. Duty of the wind is to move. Transformation and change is the reality of this material existence and slaves are bound to exercise their duties. They couldn't go away from it and only few ones could know the difference. Freedom lies on that side but a sea in between with all its beauty and horrors and this boat has to sail through it. Experiencing all but without getting attached at any point. So, oh Siddhartha, just move on. The inner teacher who dwells in the heart make his voice louder. With his stilled mind and purified senses Siddhartha is now able to listen that deep voice. No body can escape the law of karma. He is bound to live as he designed to make this complex web, the matrix, a reality. But, oh Siddhartha, everybody starts from a clean slate and on that he only writes his own story by his own hands. You call it fate. But this is this law of karma which is governing this world so make your choices wisely for which i am giving you the freedom to choose and to will. Everybody will get what he desired deep in his heart so why you worried. You are not responsible for anybody. See that tree, Can you say that its leaves are perfect or its stem is perfect. No, This is the tree which is perfect not its parts. Everything is here in the same way. Good and evil both when mix then comes the equilibrium and both are necessary to have this. Play your part of role and don't see what others are playing. As said by Krishna to Arjuna, why you are putting your mind over results. Why are you worried for them. your duty is to do work so do it with your full concentration and move on. Oh Siddhartha, that's why i created this world with all its teachings. why are you closing your eyes, open them and see it and feel it and do what you are supposed to do.

Siddhartha has decided to take this new journey under the new sun and its energized light. He knows now the ultimate purpose and that he is destined toward it, so everbody is. Everything is changing and moving toward the same goal so I am. There is no death and only the transformation. There is no mortality only the immortality. There is no darkness only the light. Everything is just relative to each other and so it seems so. Look it as a whole with oneness in your eyes and thoughts and you will see him as called by the ancient hindu thinkers, the brahma, The eternal energy.

Rahi hain sab... Wanderer..

Life is full with turns, we make many dreams and try to achieve them (normally most of dreams never go beyond the planning stage ;)). After having a thought to do something, most of us feel lot of enthusiasm in starting but in some days it started reducing and finally the dream gone or replaced by something else, a new one and story goes on. Any dream requires a lot of determination, perseverance and constant concentration to convert it into a reality. But in most of the cases we started having laziness, fears in our mind, fear of failure, fear of wrong decision, fear that we would loose something, fear of leaving our well going cool life, fear of trying something new, unknown. Rather than concentrating on the work in hand, we started becoming more and more conscious of the end results and started loosing our enthusiasm and spirit. But as said by the Krishna, rather than just thinking about the results we should try to put our concentration on our work..

Fear of unknown will always be there in our heart. By having a little faith we can reduce it and accomplish our chosen dreams. May be the creator of religion is this only, this fear.

In following poem, I have tried to put some of my thoughts written above-


Rahi hain sab
jo chal pade,
manjil ki hain
kise khabar,
bus yun hi hum
nikal chalen;

Modo se hain
bhari padi,
Ye dagar patthron
ki bani,
Ant ki hain
kise khabar,
Bus yun hi hum
to mud chalen;

Andhion se hain
har ghari,
Humari to
than chali,
Parinam ki
kise khabar,
Bus yun hi hum
to lad chalen;

Zindagi-e-zindagi,
dhokhon se hain
kyun sati,
sachchai ki
kise khabar,
Bus yun hi hum
bharosa kar chale;

Ekant kaha sab ek bhala... Loneliness..

Those were the days when I was just shifted to Hyderabad from Mumbai. Leaving my life, friends back in Mumbai, I reached Hyderabad to join a new organization. Gradually life started taking it's path but the initial days were full with loneliness specially on weekends. On one fine evening after spending the whole day with books, I was feeling very alone and just I wanted to go away from myself. Where to go, what to do and if somewhere to go then with whom. I just came out of my flat and saw a tree just opposite to my building. Many cranes were celebrating the evening there, some alone and some with thier mates. Tree was all alone and finding it's pleasure out of those little birds.

Life is all like that. We all are ultimately alone in our hearts and trying to go away from it. For that we make relationships, join societies. Most of the religions, our festivals we celebrate, concept of family are made to bring a feeling of fraternity so that we can happily complete our journey and never feel alone . But ultimately we all are alone only. In this mood, I wrote some words that day (in hindi). A discussion between my mind(man) and me -


Man ye chanchal bhaga jaye
Sandhya ke pal milna chahe
Vivash huin kaise samjhaun use
Ekant mita ke kidher chalun

Main bolun teri kya seemayen
Do pal tujhse na baitha jaye
Chal chal teri ye bhasa hain
Ekant mita ke kidher chalun

Wo bola dekh baharen hain
Suraj ki tapati dhoop dhali
Ye mand sameer ke jhonke hain
Ekant kaha main sath chalun

Wo bola bahar jara nikal
Apni parchhai se door alag
Sab kuchh to hain tere jaisa
Ekant kaha main sath chalun

Maan kaha bahar nikala
Saamne tha ek ped khadda
Panchhee ke kalrav ko jana
Ekant kaha sab ek bhala

Sath pawan main bah ye chala
Swyam samunder khota main to chala
Nischhal ho man anand bhara
Ekant kaha sab ek bhala

Ekant kaha sab ek bhala ...

Daastaan-e-zindagi

It's long I was thinking to start a blog. Finally I took the courage and started writing something :). Daatan_e_zindagi is an Urdu word means Story of life. We all are in this journey called life without having much control over it, equipped with certain talents, having dreams, ambitions and desires in our heart, always trying to achieve something, trying to give meaning to our life.


We all are simultaneously living in the two worlds. One is our inner world and other is the common external world. Life is all about to make balance between these two and to make external reality as much as possible near to our inner world which we consider real. Some of us succeed in making this outer reality all most near to their inner one. We called them great ones, leaders, successful persons who gave direction to our lives and world. They try to implement the vision they have in their heart. They are the front runners rest are the followers. But to reach that stage is not at all easy. As Robert Frost said -

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

Very few ones have the courage to take a road less travelled by. In this blog I will try to put my experiences about life, my ideas and my inner world.

Meri Daastan - e - zindagi...........