2017: Gratitude To All My Readers And Followers Across The Globe

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I am good at story-telling and hence, my wife always advised me to start a blog but I didn’t do it.

I only started a blog as late as 2017 and it has been a wonderful journey. I have written a blog post almost every day.

I really enjoy writing. It’s a beautiful way to express my thoughts.

I have always tried to write on various topics and be truthful to myself and my readers. I am fortunate that people have supported me from more than 85 countries till date.

I guess they like what I write.

2017 is coming to its end. I have also registered my personal domain and lot has happened. People have laughed, cried, got angry, went into flashback, had goosebumps, went mad and all of that.

I am grateful that I could ignite the emotional diversity in people through my art and craft of story-telling.

But who is the one to be thanked really?

It’s YOU!

Yes, you’re the ones who make me write all these mad stuff. I have to share my deep gratitude to all of my readers and followers across globe for supporting my blog.

Do share your feedback on my first year performance. Let me know what you like or dislike and if you want to me to write on some specific topic. Do share your feedback even if you don’t have to say anything.

Just keep the love flowing.

एहसान इस दिल पर तुम्हारा है दोस्तों |
ये दिल तुम्हारे प्यार का मारा है दोस्तों |

The above couplet in Hindi means that my heart is always longing for your love and will always be obliged for you loving-kind support

I, once again, appreciate the support that I am getting in 2017 and hope to get the same in coming years.

इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला

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रब्बा भर दे खुला है झोला,
इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला |

उसको देख के दिल ये डोला,
इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला |

अब तो दिल है उबलता शोला,
इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला |

क्या तूने दरवाज़ा खोला,
इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला |

लाइफ बना दे, आई ज़ोला,
इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला |

अजब ये बम का गोला,
इश्क़-मोहब्बत, कोका-कोला |

 

इधर भी है, उधर भी

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कुछ मजबूरियाँ इधर भी है, उधर भी |
आग दिल में इधर भी है, उधर भी |

खामोश हम भी है, वो भी है,
तमस दिल में इधर भी है, उधर भी |

देखें तो कितनी पास है, सोचें तो कितनी दूर |
हाँ, वही है मेरी सुनी आँखों का नूर |

ज़िंदगी से बढ़कर कोई सजा नहीं है,
चंद लम्हों की चाह इधर भी है, उधर भी |

के अब तो साया भी नहीं साथ है हमारे,
पास रहकर भी वो कितने दूर है हमारे |

ऐसा भी नहीं के प्यार बीच नहीं हमारे,
होठों पर एक बात इधर भी है, उधर भी |

There’s Receiving In Every Giving

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Many of us grew up believing that it’s more noble to give than to receive. This proclamation safeguards us from becoming self-centred monsters—scanning our environment to see what we can extract to fill ourselves.

But this may turn us into a narcissist because we think we become great as we’re giving, and just giving.

But I have a different perspective on this.

The world is in a continuous state of circulation and slow. Whatever it is, everything is in continuous motion and has equal and opposite response.

There is no one-side energy flow—it’s an energy exchange.

As we give, we get; at the same time.

Many times, we give and expect to get back something; similar to the value of what we have given but we don’t get it back. This makes us sad.

But one thing to learn is that even if we don’t get that material exchange, we’re getting lots of love, blessing and happy chemicals in return. When we give, we get a joyful feeling and the brain releases hormones like dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin and endorphin that brings a lot of peace, joy and good vibes in the body.

This helps us become a better human.

So, next time when you give and don’t get something—of similar value back—remember that you’re getting much more than just the material stuff.

You’re getting a better version of you in return.

 

मुझे याद करना

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ये दिल जो कभी रूठ जाए, मुझे याद करना |
चुपके से जब आंसू बहाये, मुझे याद करना |

ये दुनिया बहुत छोटी है,
हार के बाद ही जीत होती है |
जब तुम्हे कोई हराये, मुझे याद करना |

आशिकी ये दीवानो का काम है,
मौत फिर ज़िंदा होने का नाम है |
जब अपने साथ किसी को ना पाओ, मुझे याद करना |

ज़िंदगी के चुभन को सह लेना,
ज़ेहमतो को धुंए में उड़ाके जी लेना |
जब रफ़ीक़ों का साथ छूट जाए, हमें याद करना |

आँख मिलते ही दिल मत मिला लेना,
आगाज़ को अंजाम मत बना लेना |
याद जब मेरी आये, मुझे याद करना |

चलो ! मैं इस दुनिया से तमाम हो गया,
आखरी मंज़िल के साथ हो गया |
मौत की खबर जब आये, मुझे याद करना |

70-Year Young Boy From My School

As I walked through the valley of shadow of death, but wait.

WTF am I talking?

This is the lyrics of Gangsta’s Paradise not what I wanted to say. This year ending madness is playing tricks on my mind.

Let’s start afresh.

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As I walked through the premises of my school, many memories met me. Some have dies, some are still young. And believe me, they would say the same for me.

LOL.

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I was scheduled to meet some friends for our 1995 reunion. After meeting, we wanted to visit the cemetery—the place where I smoked my first cigarette in school.

There we met Sunny Gomes who asked us about our visit. We told him that we are from the 1995 batch and meeting after 22 years.

Son, I passed out this school more than double of the number you said—55 years ago. Most of my teachers are buried here in the cemetery and I also know their tombs.

These words are still ringing in my head. It was a powerful dialog by Sunny; calling him this as he resisted calling him uncle.

All the people call him by his name. He feels young this way.

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I guess, he was from 1962 batch but still young at heart. He takes care of the cemetery in the day time. Although, we didn’t talk much, the conversation covered a good era of madness; from 1952-1995—his and ours school timeline. The usual topic of changes and generation gap popped out for a while but it was a pleasant conversation with him.

I really get charged up after meeting such senior children of heaven who provide joy and inspiration to people like me.

Godspeed.

Hope to meet him again, next year at the time of our reunion. And this time I am going to explore him inside-out.

 

हज़ार बार चले हम

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ज़ेर-ओ-ज़बर उल्फत लेकर दिल में,
खुद अपने तुड़के कर हज़ार बार चुके |
बिछड़ने की आरज़ू लेकर दिल में,
हज़ार बार चले हम, हज़ार बार रुके |

अपनी ही शर्मिंदगी का बोझ लेकर,
सर क़दमों पर हज़ार बार झुके |
जुदाई की तमन्ना का सोज़ ये के,
हज़ार बार चले हम, हज़ार बार रुके |

कहीं आखरी भी आवाज़ सुनके हमारी,
शायद कदम हज़ार बार रुके |
इश्क़ मैं भी आवाज़ सुनकर तुम्हारी,
हज़ार बार चले हम, हज़ार बार रुके |