बेमौत ना मरे


बेमौत ना मरे, तो क्या मरे ?
मौत आकर भी ना मरे, तो क्या मरे ?

ज़िंदगी के पीछे इतना हंगामा क्या ?
खुद के लिए ना मरे, तो क्या मरे ?

बारिश में ही तो भीगने का मज़ा है
ऐसे ही मरे, तो क्या मरे ?

एक बाज़ी खेल ही लो आज मेरे साथ,
बिना हारे मरे, तो क्या मरे ?

मेरी बात मान के भले लगे अजब,
पीकर ना मरे, तो क्या मरे ?

बेइन्तहां, बेसबब


वो बीते लम्हों की किताब,
वो कागज़ की कश्ती,
वो यादों के गाने, वो प्यार की मस्ती,
याद आता है मुझको सब, बेइन्तहां, बेसबब |

गुज़रे थे जो पल चाहत के घर में |
जलाये जो अरमान तेरे सफर में |

वो तेरे बदन की खुशबु,
वो तेरे होठों का गुलाब,
वो तेरे ज़ुल्फ़ के झरने,
वो तेरे चेहरे का आफताब,
याद आता है मुझको सब, बेइन्तहां, बेसबब |

वो कागज़ की कश्ती साहिल पे डूबी |
देखी मैंने आज प्यार की ये खूबी |

उजालों में भी दिखती है परछाई |
साया भी साथ नहीं, ऐसी है तन्हाई |

बिक गयी वो लम्हों की किताब,
सताता है यादों का तेज़ाब,
बस, मौत का इंतज़ार है अब,
याद आता है मुझको सब, बेइन्तहां, बेसबब |

बस एक कहानी है


ये मेरी है, मेरी है, ज़िंदगानी है,
और कुछ नहीं, बस एक कहानी है |

काश मैं इसके पन्ने बदल सकता,
काश सिर्फ एक बार बदल सकता |

मुझे इसे फिर एक बार सजानी है,
और कुछ नहीं, बस एक कहानी है |

वो जो गंदी लिखावट निशान छोड़ गयी,
वो मेरी गलती पुरानी है |

वो मेरी गलती बहुत पुरानी है,
और कुछ नहीं, बस एक कहानी है |

मैं सीधा नहीं चलता,
वो सीधी नहीं चलती,
वो सीधी चलती ही नहीं,
मैं होशियार, वो सायानी है,
और कुछ नहीं, बस एक कहानी है |

पीछे निशानचिन्ह सी, आगे अजब रूहानी है,
और कुछ नहीं, बस एक कहानी है |

One God, One World


Towards the end of the 21st century, the entire world came to an end. Man killed man, destroyed all the lands and tried to be God.

No one could make their way to the throne of the almighty, through their foolish ways. There was death all around and the destiny of mankind was unknown. There was huge traffic up above, Gods of all the religions and regions were very busy accounting the deeds. No one survived, everybody was accounted for their life on earth; expect one human.


His name was One and he was the last in the queue, so last that his audit never came up. He waited for several hours, but somehow the Gods and their assistants were quite busy to entertain or rather audit him. He was confused and afraid. He did not know where his final home was; heaven or hell.

He shouted for help in front of the accounts office, but all in vain. He ran around, the majestic white palace. The palace made of clouds, with rainbows in the garden. There was a silver fountain which showered silver water. He was enchanted by this fantasy but wanted his judgment from his God. Just as he was waiting in distress, a masculine voice gave him the light of hope.

My little creation, what in heavens are you doing outside in the garden?

Father, everybody got their judgment, the world is over but there is no one to give me my judgment. Please help me finish my circle of life.

Don’t worry child, which country have you come from?


The voice was very kind and told him the way to the office of Indian Gods. One reached there easily, but was shocked to see hundreds of them in a hall, attending a meeting. They were fighting with each other like a parliament session. One requested the divine peon to give him an appointment with the Hindu God of creation—Brahma.

The peon was divine but his habits were manly and he asked one for a bribe and only then will he let him go inside. On this one explained that it was written in the holy books that a man comes in the world empty handed and leaves the world empty handed, so how could he have anything to give.

The divine peon agreed on his thoughts and took him to God Brahma.

One bowed to the creator.

Father, please give my judgment. I am the only one left.

Dear child, please meet the man who took your life, the God of death—Yama. I am very sorry but I am very busy. The divine peon will help you.

One started looking for God Yama with the help of the divine peon. They reached the destination.

Dear child, I am a servant to the God of destruction. please go to him, he will show you the light. I am very busy. The divine peon will help you.

So again, he started his journey to meet the God of destroyer—God Shiva. One explained his problem. God Shiva listened to him peacefully, and then spoke.

Dear child, I can only give you a minute. Explain me what did you do in life as your profession.

God, I was an artist all my life.

Dear child, our Goddess of art—Saraswati—is not keeping well these days, so you do one thing that go and meet the Greek Goddess Minerva. Tell her I sent you and she will help you out. This divine peon who has come with you knows her address, he’ll help you out.

They both found and met Goddess Minerva, who in turn said the same thing that she was very busy. She advised him to meet the Egyptian God of fate—Shai.

Once again, the journey started to meet God Shai. One met the God, explained the same problem but the answer was same.

Dear child, I wish I had the time to help you. We Gods have to attend an urgent meeting now and I need to go. Meet me sometime later and I’ll surely define your destiny.

One was very annoyed and depressed. He asked the divine peon to explain this behavior of Gods. The divine peon could not see the poor man’s condition.

Human, the world is over now. It was a bad experiment and the Gods have decided to create something very different now. The concept of heaven and hell has been demolished by a new law. You somehow were left behind and now they don’t have time to deal with you as they have to deal with so many other much bigger things.

One was mad with anger and he broke into the conference of millions of Gods in the house. He asked the Gods for an explanation to the passing of the buck. He demanded an answer as he had been a God loving person all his life.

The Gods were mad by this behavior and one of them shouted.

Why don’t you give us a solution then? We made a beautiful world but you man messed it up. Who is responsible? Do you have a solution for the next creation?

Yes, I do dear Gods.

The hall was silent all of a sudden. The great Indian God of creation asked him to explain.

One was a common man and lips only spoke words which were true, from his heart.

Dear Gods, I’ll tell you what you should do. Create human but don’t give him a stomach. All the problems and miseries in the world were born out of hunger. Create human but give him two hearts, so that even if one is broken by a beloved, he can still live happily. Create human but give us an eraser to erase his old memories, so that he can live without painful memories. Create this beautiful world again but don’t encourage a concept of stronger God. Some communities have been slaves to others for so many years. Were the Gods of that religion sleeping or were they just weaker Gods, who couldn’t say that don’t use my creation for slavery. Create the world but let there be a universal God, so that people don’t kill each other in the name of different Gods. Let us make weapons but don’t give us a tongue, that’s the deadliest weapon in the world. This is all I have to say. Create a world this time and you go live there and let the common man sit up and decide the fate of mankind.

The hall was silent and in the next moment the roars of clapping filled the hall. They all were amazed by this man’s guts and explanation. They made the greatest minds in the world but this simple, common man with a true cry and vision won their hearts. They decided to go on earth to start a new life.

They all vowed to make one world and One, the one God.

Now You Know Y!


Shaman was a young, dynamic but confused man in his early 30s. He was an adventurous person, always looking out for variety, so much that he changed his name some years ago; for a change. His only problem was he could not be consistent.

That evening he had been waiting for his girlfriend. His room was dark, but a dim light cropped in from outside. There was a knock on the door. He knew it was his girlfriend, Ria. He opened the door and greeted her. She asked him why he had called her.

Shaman started to speak in a soft voice.

Ria, I know that all I have caused you is trouble and pain. I have never been honest and loyal to you. But, today I want to tell you why I got into a relationship with you in the first place. I only wanted to have a physical relation with you. That is the reason why I befriended you. I was very attracted towards you. I wanted you in my life anyhow, so I hoodwinked you.

I know that very well, Shaman. Your behavior clearly specifies this. You never wanted me as your life partner. You just wanted my body. that’s why you never met me outside and always called me to your home to meet you. Do you think I am so stupid not to understand this?

No but I love you very much.

Cut this shit out Shaman, I am not interested in you anymore. I need to go.

Ria, please listen to me.

She slapped him hard.

The room was still dark as she opened the door and left. Shaman was blasted and his spectacles had fallen down on the floor. He somehow found a matchstick and lit a candle on the table. The light was slowly killing away the darkness, while he found his spectacles and wore them.

The light showed up his face. He was all alone and deep in his thoughts. He looked up, showing agony, and all of a sudden, he put up a mysterious and mischievous smile on his face, sighed and said to himself.

What a bore!

He felt very tired and went off to sleep. In his dreams, a montage of all his previous 10 affairs ran across his mind, disturbing him all night long. All allegations by his ex-girlfriend came one by one; like a cobra’s bite.

You are a flirt, you only wanted sex, you were never loyal to me, all men are the same—bastards. Go to hell.

All such abuses which his ex-girlfriends hurled at him hit him strong in his dreams. Frustrated by all this, Shaman decided to meet his psychologist friend Pria, the next morning. He immediately rushed off to her clinic in the morning. Luckily, he managed to get an immediate appointment. He knocked the door and was welcomed by the doctor.

Good morning. How are you doctor?

I am happy and gay!

It was a weird answer but anyway, Shaman explained his problem that how he is never able to keep a relation with any woman. He mentioned his 10 previous and how every time in the end, he was left all alone. Pria understood the matter very well and started to explain him his problem.

You do everything so early that you don’t have anything new to share after few months. You spend your body, mind and money on her so soon that she knows your end and when two people know each other’s end, they are not interested in each other anymore, because there is nothing new to experience. This is your problem, Shaman. But that’s not only your problem; it’s a Y syndrome—a typical men behavior. You guys are hunters and that is the reason why you are always hunting for variety.

So, what do I do now, Pria?

Do something new this time.

Like what?

This time, when you are in a relation, do not be physical immediately. Give each other quality time, outside, not inside your house. This way there will always be something new every time you meet each other. Look at my relation, we share such a close relation but always give a space to each other. You can learn from my boyfriend.

Shaman agreed to all her advice, pledged to do the new thing from now on and left her clinic. As he walked out, his friend Prince called him. He cut the phone. After a while his—female—friend Shona called and inquired about the evening program.

It was a Saturday night, so they agreed to meet at his house for the party, along with another male friend named Aka.

It was evening time, Aka and Shona dropped in for the weekend party. They had a gala time eating and drinking. It became very late and they decided to sleep. So, they closed the lights, cleaned up the table and got into the room.

The door was shut.

Shaman, where are the washroom lights?

Inside the wash room, dear.

The nights got young, flesh was frail and the young bodies could not control the burning desire. They shared an erotic night and went off to sleep after a while.

The phone rang early morning. The caller was his old college friend, who just called up to say hello after many years.

What’s up with you Shaman?

Nothing much, was asleep, just got up.

Nice. Sleeping with whom, dude?

No man, just a friend.

LOL. You’ll never change bugger.

No man, I have changed a lot. I am not the same anymore.

He went towards the friend to wake him up again. Just then his friend—Aka—turned and wished him good morning.

How are you?

Happy and gay.

He suspiciously looked at him because these words were always mentioned by Pria and she even told to learn from her boyfriend. He leaned that Aka was indeed her boyfriend.

The very next moment he got a call from Prince on his cell. It was his friend who called up earlier. He was a gay and wanted to share a relation with Shaman since a long time but Shaman ignored him but this time he picked up the phone.

He smiled mysteriously and walked away in another room, talking very intimately with his friend. He had accepted the new world he is in, where there are no expectations and commitments.

Variety is spice of life.

बनाया तूने


अंगूर तूने बनाये, शराब बनाया तूने,
मैं शेख था, ख़राब बनाया तूने |

रास ना आयी तुझे जहान की रीत,
पहले सुकून था, इज़्तराब बनाया तूने |

तुझे शायद खुदा ने ख़ुदा बना दिया,
मैं जी रहा था, सैलाब बनाया तूने |

खुद तो आया ही नहीं पीने तुझे,
शराब पी रहा था, अज़ाब बनाया तूने |

मज़ाक बना दिए मेरे दिल तूने अजब,
वीरान जीवन था, एहबाब बनाया तूने |

15 Simple Ways To Live A Truly Happy Life


Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.

Happiness is one of the most sought-after goals in life, yet for many it seems to be elusive. A big house or a new car won’t actually make you happier; it’s the simple joys in life that bring true happiness. Read on to learn 15 simple ways that you can start living a happier life today:

  1. Do what you love.
  2. Help others.
  3. Be thankful.
  4. Share with others.
  5. Smile more.
  6. Exercise.
  7. Consult a life coach.
  8. Find ways to manage stress.
  9. Eat healthy.
  10. Spend time with your loved ones.
  11. Be realistic; neither positive nor negative.
  12. Give more gifts.
  13. Forgive.
  14. Reconnect with mother nature.
  15. Be yourself.

This recipe does work; almost every time. I promise.