It's a new day,a new beginning..!!!

             A new gust of air, blowing past my body, stirring my senses, touching my skin. Its freshness striking my soul, asking me to rise, to shed all my inhibitions, fears, all my negativity and toil towards constructing a path, following which my life will get a new direction, a new meaning, a sense of being alive, existing, sparkling my core, my inner self with abundant radiance and glow, accompanied with true pleasure and joy.

              I feel so free today. Just like a tiny bird, stretching her wings in the blue, infinite sky, experiencing the sudden tug of swift winds as inevitable hurdles. But despite of such barriers, seeing the vast ,never ending stretch of blue trail, she does not get petrified , instead it encourages  and compels her to reflect on the fact that she has to fly so much  and so elevated, thanking the Almighty for giving her the strength and making her capable of such a challenge, such a flight to achieve her desires and aspirations, leaving behind the past, her small, glittering eyes, just fixed on the blue carpet laid in front ,thrill and passion ascending within, driving and thrusting her to her destination.

Freedom in real sense.......

The dream of India as a strong nation will not be realised without self-reliant, self-sufficient villages, this can be achieved only though social commitment & involvement of the common man." 

                                                                                                                                        - Anna  Hazare

 Yesterday,15^th august,2011,Indians celebrated, India’s 65^th Independence day. It was like a regular national holiday incidentally lined by Rakshabandhan, an important Hindu festival widely celebrated all throughout India. Quite a lot of people were hardly bothered and continued with their regular activities and took Independence Day as a mere extension of their weekend, another day to relax and spend time with their close ones. I don’t deny I was also among the majority of the crowd and did nothing special or anything worth even mentioning.

                But the most important question here is, are we really Independent??Even after 65 years of freedom we are still not free. We are still bounded by the chains of so many evils and one of the very significant among them is corruption of all kinds be it social, political or financial. One man out of the 1.21 billion population of India, dared to stand and fight against this evil which is not only eating up our economy but also degrading our society. Most of us have this sheepish mentality, where we tend to follow and move as herds rather than being leaders. Out of the vast majority of such docile followers, rises one leader, one who acts as a driving force for a change.

               In the first struggle of Independence, back in 1857, it was Mangal Pandey, followed by our own Father of nation, Mahatma Gandhi and now in the 21^st century rose another great motivator  to awake the Indians, especially the youth to battle against corruptions and the corrupt, to get our money back from the shady politicians who fooled us all through this while. This man, Anna Hazare, though lean but has the same spark in him which Mahatma Gandhi had. Its true, we can do wonders and make the country free from the clutches of corruption by joining Anna Hazare in his struggle only if we have hope and belief. And as they say its always better to do something rather than doing nothing to stimulate a wave of change, to usher new anticipation and to build a stronger and better India. Instead of cribbing about the political structure, the loose legal framework, the pathetic infrastructure its now the chance we as youngsters have got to prove that we can come up together, for a real cause, for a developed India. We are no longer the moral lacking, western influenced astray young Indians. We are responsible, both as individuals as well as citizens of a free democratic nation.

          Now, I ask the same question again, but in a different sense. We know we are not free, and we cannot be free from such chains which are a hurdle to our country’s progress and growth. But question now is, do we want to free India???Ask this question to your heart even though you didn’t do anything worthwhile yesterday. Just remember the hard time you or maybe someone you might know must have while getting some government work done,or anything else you think you need to change, because  we have already ignited the matchstick all we need to do is to spread the fire. So wake up before it’s too late to act because it’s the right time to strike my friends.

Kuch khona kuch paana chalta rehta hai,sasoon ka afsaana chalta rehta hai....

Yeh bekhauf behti hawayein
mujhe kuch is tarah chu jayen,
ke patto ki sarsarahat mein bhi ,tera hi zikr sunayi de jaye....

Yeh taroon ki timtimati roshini
meri naino mein kuch yoon samaye
ki in dhundhali ankhoon mein bhi,teri hi tasveer nazar aaye....

Yeh khusname fizayein,tere,mere kareeb hone ke ehsaas ke jaise
mere tan ko is kadar gudgudaye,
ki badrang saman bhi,rangeen nazraano mein tabdeel ho jaye.....

Yeh bhini mehek,tere madhosh kardeni wali awaaz saman
mere jism ko kuch yoon sihraye
ki har lamha tera saaya meri rooh ko ek ajeeb sa chain pauhchaye...

Un palo ki yaadoon ko qalb maine aaj bhi kuch is tarah saja ke rakha hai,
ki mana tu mere mukaddar mein nahi
par mere zehen mein teri majboot yaadon ka gharondoon  dekh
mera mukaddar bhi sharma jaye...!!!

Recollections....

Seasons change, times change.

Lives change, lifestyle change

Concepts change, beliefs change

 Attitudes change, perceptions change

Love changes, emotions change

Feelings change, reasons to live change

Destiny changes, desires change

People change, ambition change

 But one thing which you can never change however hard you try,

Past and the memories restored in it always remains the same!!

                                                           

Mind Games!!

              It happens with all of us,at some point or the other.Ever remembered,you have no thoughts in your mind,not a thing strikes,no ideas,only a complete blank,just a blur,vague hollowness??Maybe a futile effort to come out of such emptiness,your eyes struck at a point,a hole,a spot or a blot on the wall.
               You just can't term it as a blackout in a real sense because blackout happens in panic or straining situations.The mental condition,I'm talking about just happens at random,out of the blue,at casual occasions.It can happen when you'r trying to gather your attention at something,when you are focusing at something, trying to remember a thing,maybe at times when you'r watching rains outside your window,most often while studding or when you are just laying down gawking at the ceiling or the revolving fan  with eyes wide open.
                So true,our mind is really so unusual.It plays so many tricks.Sometimes its flooded and overflowing and sometimes it just stops working or racing abruptly and peculiarly .It is indeed God's one of the finest creations.

PS:- Wrote this one,in the same situation and condition,I, just described above.   

On this Friendship's day....

I love you not only for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,but for what you are making of me.
I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good,
and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it without a touch,
without a word,without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself.
Perhaps,that is what being a friend means,after all....

STRAIGHT FROM HEART-Mumbai miracles...!!

A lot has been already said and described about Mumbai, through  songs and movies dedicated to this magical city, articles, photography,  speeches etc. We all know, actually it’s like a fact now,” Mumbai is a city of dreams”. So what’s special about this city which makes people from all over the world to admire it so much? Honestly speaking, I never liked or loved the city so much.  I was already too floored by my hometown Lucknow, that there was no space whatsoever left for any other city in my heart. I tried hard but I must say, Mumbai has its charm. It waded its path through thick and thin and slowly captured this small heart of a 20 year old girl hailing from a so called “small town”,(technically Lucknow is a state capital and cannot be called as a small town but I while comparing it with Mumbai regarding a lot of factors still consider it to be a “town”).Though this entire process took a significant amount of time for Mumbai  to share my heart’s space with the memories and affection I have and will always have for my hometown.

                    In spite of various limitations and hardships like, crowd, overflowing population, terrible and deadly monsoons, poor infrastructure, and huge distances within the city the most important factor which made me love this city are its people, the Mumbaikars. You know however bad your journey is, if you get good company, still the journey becomes worthwhile. You almost tend to forget the negative aspects and start going with the flow. Same happened with me. Mumbaikars are the most welcoming, honest, helpful people I have ever come across. However issues parties like ShivSena and MNS bring along and try to create bridges and gaps between people but still the spirit of Mumbaikars is worth adoring. This city has a mixture of cultures, it welcomes all, it opens its doors for all and one, whether you are a Maharashtrian, a Gujarati,  a Marwari,a Tamil , Telegu, Malyali or a UPite or Bihari for a matter of fact. The differences created are just for namesake, these differences are not there in people’s heart or in their minds. You slowly and steadily tend to adapt to the fast lifestyle, the overflowing roads during monsoons, the dirt around, the portholes filled roads. It all just becomes the part and parcel of one’s life and you just don’t mind it any longer.

                    The city is really safe for girls. Unlike other metros, like Delhi, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Kolkata etc(I have just been to these cities as of now) it does not have problems of eve teasing ,vulgarity, being highly unsafe or language constraints. The most important thing I noticed is that men in Mumbai treat   women with respect. They take them at par, and don’t look down upon them unlike in north where a women going outside her house is scrutinized by several eyes. The work culture is really intense. People are extremely hard working, and besides work it has whole lot of choices for those who want to enjoy their lives. You are free to do anything, chose any path, do whatever you want. You will not be questioned why you took Arts in your HSC rather than science, why you took singing or writing as a profession rather than banking or finance(It happens in my side sadly).What I noticed is that ,though other people(especially people who have been  to Mumbai form my side, i.e UP)complaining that no one is hardly bothered about anyone in this city and as I was made to have preconceived notions about this city that it’s a big bad city where no one is concerned about anyone or anyone’s life I would simply like to tell them that the way you think or perceive is wrong. Mumbaikars will not unnecessary interfere in your life, but yes unlike those shallow people who just interfere and do nothing when you need a real help they will always be their standing for your rescue. That definitely does not make them indifferent at all.

       People say that they come with dreams in this wonderful city but I will say, I never ever had a dream. The sky scrapers don’t scare me anymore, the twisted roads and paths don’t make me feel lost any more and the most important fact I don’t feel they way I used to feel anymore. I love marine drive, the peace the serenity there, the crowd at Colaba, the busy office goers at Churchgate, my college at Parla, the never ending and vast Andheri,and Mumbai’s life line the local trains. This city made me learn to see dreams, to follow peruses and achieves them. It made me believe that yes I have something, something special in me, made me feel different and now when I look back down the lane I would say, Mumbai gave me my aim, something fruitful that I can do, it strengthened my believes in myself and persuaded me to change,  change for a better future, a better life.

Reminiscence..!!

Your voice still evokes me, your  face still lingers in front of my eyes, your thoughts still wander in my mind, but you still don’t understand, and you never will. The door of my heart is closed now,but your memories still knocks at it, how, why and till when, I still don’t understand and maybe I’ll never will.....!!