Tuesday, February 28, 2006
neend
Ho sakta hai woh achha dost tumhare darwaze pe dastak deta raha ho aur tum kahin ander neend main gafil so rahe ho?
achhi tarah dekhte
Ho sakta hai tum jis cheez ko dhundhte manzil se wapas ghar aaye, agar tum achhi tarah dekhte to tumhare aas paas hi hoti?
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Call OR STAT
And when Elvi fell down and get her head struck with table's side, she taught she can even drive back to home by herself as miracle of human brian is that -by itself its neurons does not experience pain. Someone else has to realize the gravity of situation and call OR STAT.
Best friend
I consider him as my best friend as he spoke my faults, my deficiencies, my blind spots and my manipulations, nakedly and bluntly on my face.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Halimi
Jis ilm se insaan main halimi na aaye us ilm ko haleem ki deg main phenk dena chahiye. (If knowledge does not bring humbleness to a man, throw that knowledge in big cooking pot).
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Nasru
Main amma, abba aur choti jis ki umer us waqt koi 18 ya 19 mahine rahi hogi wapas aaye to makan ka main gate khula huwa tha. Abba ne kaha: "Nasru hoga". Amma ne jawab diya: "Woh to ab is duniya main hi nahi hai, woh kese hoga" !!.
Nasru meri khala ka beta tha. Mirgi ke jhatkon ne uska dimag kamzor ker diya tha. Aaye din apne ghar walon se jhagarta rehta aur jub jhagra hota hamare ghar aa jata. Phir aik din mirgi main chothi manzil se gir ker fot ho gaya magar log batate hain ghar waale baat chupa gaye - asal main usne ooper se kud ker khudkushi ker li thi.
Hum pareshan ghar main dakhil huwe to hamare parosi ke kai kutton main se 2 kutte ander khare bhonk rahe the. Hamare bhagane pe woh bhonkte apne makan ka bara darwaza phalang ker chale gaye magar dusre hi lamhe baqi kutton ke saath bhonkte huwe warid huwe. Hum sub dar ke maare ander bhage aur apne makan ka darwaza band kerne lage. Choti bahir khari reh gai. Aik kutta us ke qareeb bhonk raha tha. Jaan ko khatra tha magar koi chara na tha, main bahir bhaga aur choti ko utha laaya. Kutton ne hum pe humla nahi kiya. Humare makan ka darwaza uncha tha magar phir bhi dar ke maare hum ander ghus aaye.
Ab sochta hun to lagta hai kutte hume kuch batana chahte the. Humla kerna hota to pehle hi ker dete yun bhonkte na rehte. Suna hai kutton ko ruh nazar aati hai. Kiya Nasru ab bhi hamare ghar aata tha.
Nasru meri khala ka beta tha. Mirgi ke jhatkon ne uska dimag kamzor ker diya tha. Aaye din apne ghar walon se jhagarta rehta aur jub jhagra hota hamare ghar aa jata. Phir aik din mirgi main chothi manzil se gir ker fot ho gaya magar log batate hain ghar waale baat chupa gaye - asal main usne ooper se kud ker khudkushi ker li thi.
Hum pareshan ghar main dakhil huwe to hamare parosi ke kai kutton main se 2 kutte ander khare bhonk rahe the. Hamare bhagane pe woh bhonkte apne makan ka bara darwaza phalang ker chale gaye magar dusre hi lamhe baqi kutton ke saath bhonkte huwe warid huwe. Hum sub dar ke maare ander bhage aur apne makan ka darwaza band kerne lage. Choti bahir khari reh gai. Aik kutta us ke qareeb bhonk raha tha. Jaan ko khatra tha magar koi chara na tha, main bahir bhaga aur choti ko utha laaya. Kutton ne hum pe humla nahi kiya. Humare makan ka darwaza uncha tha magar phir bhi dar ke maare hum ander ghus aaye.
Ab sochta hun to lagta hai kutte hume kuch batana chahte the. Humla kerna hota to pehle hi ker dete yun bhonkte na rehte. Suna hai kutton ko ruh nazar aati hai. Kiya Nasru ab bhi hamare ghar aata tha.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
objective
One of the most important objective of human life is to learn the principles of human relationship.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wounds
Tere azaar ka chaara nahi
nishtar ke siwa
aur ye saffak maseeha
mere qabze main nahi
Is jahan ke kisi zee-rooh
ke qabze main nahi
haan magar tere siwa
tere siwa tere siwa
- Faiz
Your wound has no option
except scalpel
and that brutal masseha
is not under my fingers
not even under arms of
any living soul of this planet
yes but only you can (do that)
only you, only you !
nishtar ke siwa
aur ye saffak maseeha
mere qabze main nahi
Is jahan ke kisi zee-rooh
ke qabze main nahi
haan magar tere siwa
tere siwa tere siwa
- Faiz
Your wound has no option
except scalpel
and that brutal masseha
is not under my fingers
not even under arms of
any living soul of this planet
yes but only you can (do that)
only you, only you !
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
How we grew
Its not a good idea to post forwarded e-mails here but I found this one really interesting.
"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."
"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"
"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levi's, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice.
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.
I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.
We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut at least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."
"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"
"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levi's, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice.
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.
I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.
We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut at least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Arrogancy
Some people just have habit of argument or passing comment. You don't need to answer them always.
Monday, February 13, 2006
New York
There is something about New York which makes it different from all other cities. Literary, as soon as you land in NY - it has smell of different air. As pop John Paul said: NY is the capital of humanity.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Photo from David Guttenfelder for AP is First place, General News Singles. Sabir Hussein Shah holds his nine-year-old son Zeeshan, who was injured in the Oct. 8 earthquake, as he is treated after having his arm amputated at a field hospital in Muzaffarabad, Pakistan on Oct. 30, 2005. I saw this picture and was so broken, posted on blog with title - enough to break me.
Parameter
You can tell about a person by looking at 4 lines of his handwriting and all about a city in 4 hours by the way people drive around.
Good friends
Zindagi main kuch itne pyare dost milte hain ke barson guzrne ke baad bhi kahin na kahin se yaad aa jaate hain. (sometime you find such good-hearted friends in life whom you cannot forget even after years).
Important thing
The most important thing in life is: preservance of honesty, character and values during any confrontation and crisis.
A fine thin red line
There is a fine thin red line in every human brain and once it get tripped - any sound mind will act in most illogical, unbelievable and bizarre way.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Roohain
Woh roohain bhi hoti hain jo haamre aas paas rehti hain, hamen zindagi guzarte dekhti hain magar tang nahi kertin - haan jub kubhi hame taklif main ya mushkil main jaate dekh nahi saktin to aa jati hain baat kerne aur haan kubhi thappar bhi maar deti hain !!
(There are souls which live around us, see us living life but don't bother us - but sometime when see us in trouble or pain, they come to talk to us and yes, sometime slap too)
(There are souls which live around us, see us living life but don't bother us - but sometime when see us in trouble or pain, they come to talk to us and yes, sometime slap too)
Bigre chehre wala aadmi
Us bigre chehre waale aadmi ki bhi kahani kuch ajeeb hai. Ma ne waqt se do mahine pehle janam de diya. Suna hai, itna kamzor tha ke bari masheri ke beech rakhte the ke koi bagair dekhe beth hi na jaaye. Sub ko uthane ki ijazat bhi na thi. Isi main, bachpun hi se aik aankh main nuqs bhi reh gaya. Paanch baras ka huwa to naye mulk ki hijrat aan pari. Jahan laakhon kahanian likhi gain wahin aik choti si kahani us ki bhi thi ke baap kho gaya. Naye mulk ke khawab jub pet ki aag se chaknachoor huwe to bachpan hi main kaam kerne ma ke saath factory jaana para. Gurbat aur bimari ka choli daman ka saath hai. Pehle choti choti bimarian rehti thin phir darde-shikam jo laga to zindagi ke aath baras ke saath saath badan bhi kha gaya. Jawani main kai lurkion se ishq huwa per kaun mun lagata. Phir aik aam si mun-phat aurat se biha diya gaya. In sub ke saath, muaashre ki na-insaafion ki roz ki daastan ne us ke sochne ka andaaz aur cheezon ko dekhne parakhne ka tariqa sub se judagana ker diya. Ab woh kisi mehfil main 'fit' nahi hota.
Woh bigre chehre wala aadmi.
Woh bigre chehre wala aadmi.
Ajeeb Mian Biwi
Woh dono bhi ajeeb mian biwi the.
Aik dum se barson ke liye gaib ho gaye.
Kuch saalon pehle woh biwi ke kisi rishtedar ke haan chutian guzaarne gaye the. Khubsurat jagah thi. Paharon ke tale, jharne aur jheel ki waadi main, us lamhe biwi ne mian se kaha yahin reh jaate hain aur us ne kaha theek hai. Barson baad ab kisi sarkari kaam se shaher aaye to mulaqat hui. Chehre pe wahi taazgi, khushi aur muskurahat thi.
Aese hi koi kahin reh jaata hai. Ajeeb mian biwi the !.
Aik dum se barson ke liye gaib ho gaye.
Kuch saalon pehle woh biwi ke kisi rishtedar ke haan chutian guzaarne gaye the. Khubsurat jagah thi. Paharon ke tale, jharne aur jheel ki waadi main, us lamhe biwi ne mian se kaha yahin reh jaate hain aur us ne kaha theek hai. Barson baad ab kisi sarkari kaam se shaher aaye to mulaqat hui. Chehre pe wahi taazgi, khushi aur muskurahat thi.
Aese hi koi kahin reh jaata hai. Ajeeb mian biwi the !.
Part of life
Sometime you loose things in life without your fault. You can just watch and thats it. You have to take it as part of life. As marilyn found solace in words: 'suck it up'. Ghalib is so right when he said:
Aur bazaar se le aaye agar tut gaya
Saagre-jum se mera jaame saffal achha hai
{I get new mug of wine from market if one breaks.
My mug of (simple) glass is better than expensive mug of king}.
Aur bazaar se le aaye agar tut gaya
Saagre-jum se mera jaame saffal achha hai
{I get new mug of wine from market if one breaks.
My mug of (simple) glass is better than expensive mug of king}.
adult
"Daddy ! why your shoes are in kitchen"
"Beta! I came home very late last night and I was very tired"
"It should be in closet"
"Well, you will know when you will growup"
"Beta! I came home very late last night and I was very tired"
"It should be in closet"
"Well, you will know when you will growup"
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
We are like radio
Our brain is like a radio station which has different frequencies like FM1, FM2, AM etc. In sleep we shut off one frequency and float on another. In awake state programs from sleep are gone. Our astral body has vibration of its own. We all thrive on different waves receiving and transmitting to living and non-living beings across universe. As someone said: "Our thoughts and said words never die". And as Einstein said: "We all dance to the tune of nature".
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
Dor
Ye kese ho sakta hai ke tum ne mujhe yaad kiya ho aur mere dil ne mujhe bataya na ho. (How its possible that you have a thought about me and my heart doesn't tell me).
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