Nasha! – Love Intoxicated

Dhuaan iss hawa mein,
Mehek teri mere mann mein,
Uff, yeh kya ho gaya,
Benakab hua nasha,
Pyaar ka iss dil mein.

Gulabi rang kyon chaaya…,
Armaan honton se takraya,
Uff, yeh kya mehfil hai,
Bechain hua nasha,
Jazbaaton ka iss khayaal mein.

Jaadu tere husn ka,
Ada meri madhoshi ka,
Uff, yeh kya khoobsoorti hai,
Qayamat hua nasha,
Raat ki iss jawaani mein.

Reshmi toofan aaya,
Aankhon se paigam laya,
Uff, yeh kya masti hai,
Humsafar hua nasha,
Meethe rishton ka iss palkon mein.

Faaslon ka mukam aaya,
Teri umeed ka maahol laya,
Uff, yeh kya kalma padha,
Ishq hua nasha,
Mazahab dhadktein dilon mein.

Mulakat hui jab dard se,
Kashish lipti tere ehsaas se,
Uff, yeh kya bhool hai,
Zindagai hua nasha,
Maseeha dua ka sulagti rooh mein.

 

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Saathi re…! – Companionship

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke zindagi abhi baki hai.
Yeh manzilein hai nayi,
Phir wohi raaston pe purani kasmein hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke udte parindon ki nishaani hai.
Aaj khula hai aasmaan,
Kuch door saath chalne ki baatein hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dhun abhi baki hai,
Ek saaz koi hai cheddaa,
Dua mere ishq ki bezubaani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke khwaaishein abhi baki hai.
Boond barsaat ki hai sang,
Yunhi badalte mausam ki javaani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dilon mein aag lagna baki hai,
Kuch tere hai darmiyaan,
Aaj sulagti shama ki ravani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke kadmon ko sambhalna baki hai.
Yeh dastaan hai nayi,
Judaa mohabbat ki yeh kahaani hai.

Saavan – The Rain!

Thandi hawa ka jhoka,
Laya ek sandesa,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Badal ki kashti par hum savaar,
Bijli rani ki sunli tune pukar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Dariyaan ki oonch mouja se takrati,
Kinaar lagi, choti si naav hamar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Dharti par barsonn re megha,
Manva ma naachein neela mor,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Boond boond tu barsein,
Mohe jiya, kyon hai tadpein,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Sar se bheegi chunar maari sarki,
Tohar piya ki yaad se jaa lipti,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Bheeni maati ki sou,
Tootein na umrr ki dor hamar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Have I met you lately?

It was a beautiful rainy day when I met this old friend of mine. Discovering him all over again through our soft chatters I realized he had indeed grown real tall in his stature. His success story brought a sparkle of happiness in my eyes. The inspiring dynamo he carried had outlived the rough testament of time. Life handed sour lemons with a handful of helluva odds, but he beat them all and reached atop perching the peak of the mighty corporate cliff.

Life began…

Leaving the best practices of international waters, he chose to move to a small town in Gujarat, India where he nested happily for a decade in his lovely cozy life. Nurturing a big dream of a prosperous life he ventured deep into the prospects of a healthy entrepreneurship. Time flew by and the day came when reality dawned. It ain’t a bed of roses, rather a heavy toil, millions of sleepless nights and a 100 ton weight on the bandwidth of just two tiny shoulders. Negative calculations popped onto the mind surface. The risks didn’t pay well. The recklessness ballooned and the need of the hour shouted loud in practical awakening, “Hey, dude don’t be a fool, its time u switch”.

Life’s calling…

With a backpack and a wind-up to cozy Gujarat, he sailed to the land of a billion dreams – Mumbai. Aamchi Mumbai as the loving proud Mumbaikar calls it, is the place that embraces different hierarchys’ and various cultures in one unison. It has a large heart to absorb all sorrows and still stay afloat with a wonderful smile. Now, began the life of corporate culture. Not entrepreneurship anymore, but a 9.00 am to a never ending long day job started. Technically the day has 24 hours but each day outstretched to 48 or maybe 72 hours. The journey of severe toil and sweet sweat ran a race on its wheels. Having his back leaned against the firm wall he knew only one direction – ‘Way forward.’ Slowly and steadily he started rising the path of good recognition. Success crossed his roads placing him to the milestones of a stable life. Material pleasures came in the list of reachable limits and holidaying seasons became the year-on-year calendar events. Time shone in its good spirits and life beckoned for greater achievements. The confidence poised on a plane of a higher pedestal – ‘Stability.’ The much aspired comfortable position.
Woah man! Indeed a remarkable journey.
Finally, the stability is back in life.

The unstable state of stability…

Everyday seemed calm, peaceful and life set a pattern of a stable routine. The design of ‘the same’ put one to a relaxing lap of a slow comfort zone. After all, what else do u want when the age bar crosses over a 50. The wishful thinking conveyed merry thoughts of, “I guess I have worked hard enough and its time I merit the harvest.” Happiness dwelled in the corner of the heart within a nutshell ‘stability’. Then, came a day when the winds swayed in different directions. The rules of the corporate culture changed. New shifts in paradigms waved in. “Hey Mr. the investment of your hard work has ripened. De-attach from it, serve the mass and let them rejoice its sweetness. Go guy, plant another tree now. Here are the seeds. Sow them. Build your new toil in a barren land. Field it and let grass green again.” This is Corporate Management. At the onset I was happy as one more challenge in my stride. But at the same time the inside of me got my nerves shaking. The thought of cross over a 50 got me trembling. That’s tagged on my age bar now. The meriting stability as a fruit of all these years of sheer hard work had sunk in the right of my brain. My logical left kinda fell dead to think ahead. Don’t I deserve stability?
Life, then was young. I was so raw and tender. I could plunge and pull all the strings out. Now I have crossed the benchmark of a 50. My limbs are growing weak. My spirit is becoming numb. My mind needs some sweet slumber. Is my stability on a raid? Will I be able to do it again?

Yes I can…

“I am a go getter. Age is just a number dude” peeked my innervoice. The very fact that my mind is running a rat race of wills’ and wont’s is the first sign of ‘stability’. My high speed 5G thinking of how to go about doing this is the start of my stability. The mind is alive and my thinking cap is on. New ideas are trending again to become my real currency. The voltage of my current is set back to its original dynamo. I am ready to roll. I am a lover of Steve Jobs’ – Apple. It’s technicality allows only 1 Undo. Well guys, that’s life too. Only 1 Undo to revert back or choose to head ahead for a brand new journey making more inventions. My faith is embarked on a plane of inner solo strength. My resolve is firm in its nature. I ain’t naive anymore to the time and its trials. My conviction is my backbone. I am the cliffhanger of my own life. I can cross many a mountain tops once again. Such is the strength of my powerful mind. I am unbeatable. I am stable. I call this my ‘Real Stablility’. As far as I am alive and ticking fast I am stable. The moment I stop ticking I am a victim of coma. I am dead then. I am so glad once again life brought me to this reinvent-me junction and repeat the same stanza, “Have I met you lately?”

The stable answer is, ‘Yes, I have’.

 

 

 

Chaand – The Moon!

Yeh baat hai uss raat ki,
Yaad tere jazbaat ki,
Dilon mein shama sulagti hai,
Kuch tamana idhar bhi, kuch udhar bhi.

Ped ki tehni se lipta raha tu,
Teri roshni mein timtimate rahe hum,
Bekarar se, mere khwaab,
Parindo jaise udtein chale alfaaz.

Khamosh tu kyon ae chandni,
Madhoshi mein dooba tera andaaz,
Paigam hai aaj bezubaan ishq ka,
Ched de dil ke kone ka koi saaz.

Teri chaandni hai bedaag,
Meri saadgi mein hai izhaar,
Begaano ka nahi koi thikana,
Yeh mohabbat teri, mere ghar ka hai mukaam.

Mastaani si yeh raat,
Tere darmiyaan thi who baat,
Sehmi si tu, sehma sa mein,
Aaj ban jao tum wajah, bulava hai mere pyaar ka.

Yeh baat hai uss raat ki,
Yaad tere jazbaat ki,
Dilon mein shama sulagti hai,
Kuch tamana idhar bhi, kuch udhar bhi.

Hawa – The wind!

Ae hawa tu hai kahan,
Gumnam hai tera shaher,
Galiyon mein hai tera ghar,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Tu rukti nahin,
Tu jukti nahin,
Apna hi rookh, banati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Resham jaise sar sarati hai,
Lal dupattein ko lehrati hai,
Silsila tere khwab ka jagati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Megha jab aati hai,
Mitti ki mahek laati hai,
Tere kangan ki khanak sunati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Chanchal si behti hai,
Mann ko mere chu jaati hai,
Mohobbat teri yaad aati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Dil mein ehsaas jagati hai,
Intezaar ki kashish badhaati hai,
Pyaar ki yeh kash lagati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Aaj sang chalu tere shaher,
Ya fariyaad karoon iss kadar,
Bhula na doon uss mausam ko,
Saugaat hai yeh, tere pyaar ki,
Ae hawa tu hain kahan.
Bas yahan! Sirf yahan!

 

think, ‘Why Not’

Holy shit, that’s a rolling jolt. Is it really like this? Why can’t it be changed? Why am I poked every time? Why should I do this? Why shouldn’t I do this? Why should I follow the norms? Why can’t I break the rules? Why can’t I choose what’s to be generally avoided?

Life is full of cans and cannots. We are circumferenced with the should dos and the shouldn’t dos around us. The genset of common man runs deep down in the reign of the so called rational thinking of can dos and should dos. Since childhood our minds are puppeted to follow the same chase. Our creative minds are shut with a big slam! The thinker LEFT of our brain is bolted tight ‘Shut up dude & close down’.

I ignore all.
I choose disruption.
I change the paradigm.
I set my own rhythm.
I sit and think, ‘Why Not’.

It gives me a chance to risk the tested flow of rational and walk on the irrationals. It brings me closer to design my own path of being rational. It yields me immense gain as I challenge my own thoughts and come with path breaking solutions. Yes friends, in today’s world where everything is automated and robotic in nature, ‘idea’ is the only unique thing, which rides on the autopilot mode. All it requires, is a little gut in you with some basic maths.
I call it the think ‘Why Not’ App.

The capacity of our human brain is empowered with the most high quality superficia. We can actually compel our mind to tune to almost everything. Unfortunately the human brain is used only 10% vis-à-vis its original capacity. A human brain can store upto 4.7 billion books worth material in its time. Today, we have stopped questioning our own self. We have succumbed to the vegetative state. The coma state is far more appealing to us as we are spoon fed with all ready mades through external feeds. With the help of a small click the world is brought to our desk. Its time we wake up and sensitize the powerful efficiency within us and maximize to its full potential.

The circle of life is filled with wise old men. At every juncture we claim guidance to choose the thin line between why this and why not this. Isn’t it a difficult choice? Before we experience the journey of merits and demerits of our own choice the goalpost is pre-decided. We have become naive in origin.

But what if I disregard the guidance of the wise old men? What happens next?

I think I have the courage to follow my own instincts. I hear my inner self and make my own choice. I feel I am sorted for now. I choose the ‘Why Not’ choice. I am welcomed with a shock. I crash. I tumble. I fall. My choice proved to be futile. It sounded worthless. For a moment I feel, what if I had heard the wise old men?

I clear my thoughts and I still get up. Gripped with the will power of my gut, I choose to walk on my two again. My resolve is much stronger now. I have become firm in nature. This time my brain works better to beat the normal preset capacity of 10%. Its ticking fast. It signals me – go for it. My neurons are jumping in a race to challenge its pace. I continue to brave the uncertainty. Let time not master you. You master the time. This time I do my homework better. I pen and paper my unique idea. My checklist is much more filtered. My maths is better calculated. I am equipped to take the plunge again. My risk is the investment of my booty. The tumble actually made me introspect within to be grounded in the league of ups and downs. With my back leaned against the wall I decided to stay ahead of the curve. I weeded out the humdrum of clutter. The stir of clean air took me ahead. My fear transformed into the confidence of my abilities. I explore the unexplored. I open up more opportunities. The perspective of my paths started becoming clear. The lull has disappeared. My productivity is poised to boost and my growth is contagious. My solo trip on risk is the initial EMI of my long term ROI. Finally my goal has shone light. Now, I am towards the definition of my own carved success. I am cent percent sure I’ll reach the pinnacle.

All this happened because I chose think, ‘Why Not’.

This read is dedicated to the iron lady who has been my guide and philosopher in the testimony of time.
Heartfelt Thank You – Mrs. Usha Tanna

The Last Dialogue

Hi Friends, Passions Blog

We all know of the famous plot of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. They both ended their lives for the sake of love. But it often occurs to me, did Romeo really die. Didn’t he meet Juliet before he lay on the deathbed. Didn’t he exchange his final good-byes?

To know this click on the link and read the blog below – The last dialogue

https://www.momspresso.com/parenting/more-to-me/article/the-last-dialogue

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