Zendagi Migzara

रूह का बंजारा रे परिंदा छड्ड गया दिल का रे घरोंदा छड्ड गया दिल का रे घरोंदा , तोड़के रे घरोंदा तोड़के, गया छोड़के जे नैना करू बंद बंद बेह जाए बून्द बून्द जे नैना करू बंद बंद बेह जाए बून्द बून्द तड़पाये रे, क्यूँ सुनाये  गीत मल्हार दे बे-मलंग तेरा इकतारा ~Javed Akhar Saab ~~ Wake Up Sid. There is a weird solace in loneliness. No? Like when you are lonely and upset, you want to continue being sad and upset and you listen to shitty music to make sure you remain in your bed curled up and cozy. When you're mind is not thinking anything. It takes you to happy scenarios of what your life could have been if you hadn't decided to mess with it. I am usually sad when I am sad, it doesn't translate to any other emotion. But today my sadness makes me angry. It makes me very angry. I am angry because I am going back home. And none of my friends seem to have the time to sit and talk to me over dinner or lunch. How can all my friends, be busy on all the dates that I am vis

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder if I have the strength it takes to follow my heart. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder, if what I want is truly what I want or just a reflection of someone else's desires. Sometimes, just sometimes, when I look back, I wonder if all my choices have truly been mine or have they been subconsciously guided by another. Sometimes I wonder if "closure" as a concept exists. Or is it something we've created to make ourselves feel better? What is closure? What if you never want closure from something. What if you want to keep the good and happy memories from an experience or a relationship or a situation and never let go? And after all, the things you go through in life are really the events that shape you and your thoughts and are a major part of what your future choices and actions will be. So why would you want closure from something like that? And then what is the guarantee that after you've attained this state of "closure&q

शामे मलंग सी रातें सुरंग सी बागी उड़ान पे ही ना जाने क्यूँ इलाही मेरा जी आये आये इलाही मेरा जी आये आये ~ Illahi, Yeh Jawaani Hain Deewani ~~ Amitabh Bhattacharya There were a lot of German bakeries in Leh, but the ekdum original one was the one run by a sweet-natured Sikh gentleman, who has a German wife. Their coffee and their breads are the best and they are rated very highly on Trip Advisor and Lonely Planet. So a visit to Leh is incomplete for a tourist without a meal here.  It was one of Treya's favorite Sunday places to go to, and Aman really liked it too. So when they decided they need to talk, they both agreed to go grab a bite and sip on coffee at the bakery while they both caught up on each other's lives and maybe talk about what they really wanted to ask each other. They sat down at a table outside and ordered for bread and some pancakes and 2 cups of coffee. "So" Aman said. "No, I get to talk first!" said Treya, "How on earth d

ऐ अजनबी तू बही कभी आवाज़ दे कहीं से  ऐ अजनबी तू बही कभी आवाज़ दे कहीं से  मैं यहाँ टुकड़ों में जी राहा हूँ  मैं यहाँ टुकड़ों में जी राहा हूँ  तू कहीं टुकड़ों में जी रही हैं  ~~ गुलज़ार  ~~ दिल से  I dreamt about this story and it is extremely important that I put it down on paper (or this blog ), before I lose the mood  to write it or forget  the essence of the story. But before that I need to bake. I just need to bake. But before that too, I need my chai ! OK, I just feel like doing a lot of things at once. A 30 mins power nap does that to you. Ok, so I will first bake, my favorite red velvet cupcakes, I have a few adjustments to make to the recipe. Then i shall make myself a cup of chai and then get on with writing this story. Yes, that sounds right. So, my cakes are in the oven and they already look beautiful. I hope the trick I did with the recipe works : it might just mean that I have finally perfected the Red Velvet cupcake for The Cupcake Shop! My chai is

When it's cold and raining, You are more beautiful. And the snow brings me Even closer to your lips. The inner secret, that which was never born You are that freshness, and I am with you now, I can't explain the goings Or the comings, you enter suddenly, And I am nowhere again. Inside the majesty. ~ The Freshness ~~ Rumi It's Saturday morning. I've been looking forward to the weekend. A lot. But only so I could be alone. Although, being at work and having something to do, brings more peace to me, than being alone in this house. Someone at work asked me very recently, if someone challenged you to 3-weeks of not speaking. Would you take it up and would you be able to complete it? I looked at them and said "no way! I would go mad" Ironically, I've been silent and not speaking for long stretches of time these last couple of weeks. Even when I do talk, it's not me who is speaking. You need to credit the human mind for it's sheer stre

Well, I was rulin' the roost, And I had all the chicks to myself Then suddenly it happened, that funny little feelin' i felt Well, I tried to outrun it, but it finally caught up to me Oh, but how can I run from somethin' i can't see Oh ....that.... Little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug Nobody's ever seen it but it's got the whole world shook up It all started with a little bitty kiss and a hug It's a little bitty teeny weeny thing they call the Lovebug ~ The LoveBug ~~ George Jones ( The Lovebug , is a song that has played in our house every Sunday without fail, when my mother cooked biryani and my father opened his bottle of beer and poured us all (even my brother and I as a child, in our baby steel cups!) a glass and danced to this tune)  I've decided I am going to give up being sad and look at what I have in life instead of what I don't have. Counting your blessings is of course way more healthier than cribbing abo

जाने कैसे टूटे रिश्तों से बिखरे हैं यह पल मानो  जैसे ग़म कि पलकों से छलके हैं यह पल क्यूँ अधूरी यह काहानी क्यूँ अधूरा यह फ़साना क्यूँ लकीरों में इसकी अलविदा ..... ~ Niranjan Iyengar ~~ Alvida, D-Day Roshni sits in her room alone. It's close to 11 PM. Dinner is done, the lights are off, the doors are locked, the kitchen is closed and clean. She packs her bag for office tomorrow. Takes the bottle of her night moisturizer and sits on her bed. Closes her eyes and says her prayers. And then she props up her pillow and leans back. And heaves a sigh. Another day gone by. Another night is here. She grabs the cream and starts moisturizing her arms and legs. Her eyes are lost and are looking into a far far far away world. The AC is humming, and that's the only sound. There is complete silence outside and inside of her. She closes the cream bottle and places it on the chest next to her bed. She picks up the big Vaseline and applies some on her lips. And closes her eyes

किसी को मुक्कमल जहां नहीं मिलता कहीं ज़मीन तोह कहीं आसमान नहीं मिलता जिससे भी देखिये वोह अपने आप में घूम हैं जुबां मिल्ली हैं मगर हमज़ुबाँ नहीं मिलता भुजा सका हैं कौन वक़्त के शोले यह ऐसी आग हैं जिसमे धुआ  नहीं मिलता तेरे जहां में ऐसा नहीं कि प्यार ना हो जहां उम्मीद हो इसकी , वहाँ नहीं मिलता Nida Fazli You know sometimes when you want to talk, and then be silent, at the same time. When you want people to talk and when you want them to be silent, at the same time. Sometimes you want to hear yourself think and at other times you want to fill your head with music, which are mere sounds to drown the other voices in your head. I have people talking to me about what I should be doing, what I should be thinking, what i should be eating. And I am grateful to them for that. Sometimes you wonder where you would be without the people you love. Find your core, they say, when you are down and upset, they say. I have found immense strength whenever I have reached out to a few people

For this post, I am just going to share a few poems that echo what I feel. There's a lot i actually want to write about what I am feeling. But it's just not the appropriate thing to do. Never have I thought twice about sharing something on this blog, but today I just have to. So instead I will try and hide behind the words of others. Very beautiful words, that many of us, at different points of time in our lives might relate to. The first one is the absolutely mesmerizing poetry by Javed Akhtar Saab in the movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.  My favorite one is : एक बात होंठों तक हैं  जो आयी नहीं  बस आँखों से हैं झांकती  तुमसे कभी  मुझसे कभी  कुछ लफ्ज़ हैं वोह मांगती  जिनको पहनके  होंठों तक आये वोह  आवाज़ की बाहों में बाहें डालके  इठलाये वोह  लेकिन जो यह एक बात हैं  एहसास ही एहसास हैं  खुशबु सी हैं जैसे हवा में तैरती  खुश्बू जो बेआवाज़ हैं  जिसका पता तुमको भी हैं  जिसकी खबर मुझको भी  हैं  दुनिया से भी छुपता नहीं  जाने यह कैसा राज़ हैं  The second one is