Yawn and work

Garmi ki woh bhari dophar thi aur adha daftar neend mai jhuum raha tha. Wednesday ka din matlab Monday abhi gaya tha aur Friday mai kuch waqt tha.

Hath phelate hue usne angdai (yawned) li aur jaakar table par baith gaya…phone uthaya aur number laga kar bola, ‘Can I talk to Mr. Rahul please?’

 

 

 

 

Mez (Table)

Chote se kamre main kone ko ek mez rakhi hui thi. Raat ka waqt tha toh andhera laazmi tha. Us kone wali mez par ek lamp rakha tha. Us lamp ki roshni se mez par ralji kitaabe dikhi aur baaki samaan bhi. Woh kamre main ghusa aur dekha ki kamra thanda sa tha lekin pankha band tha. Mez par pahucha toh dekha khidki khul thi, neeche ek sunsaan gali thi jisme do kutte bhaunk rahe the.

Mez par kuch 6-7 kitaabe, 2 diary aur kuch lifafe padhe the. Ek diary uthai toh usme se ek syahi wali kalam giti. Lamp lekar usne kalam uthai aur wapis diary main rakhne laga. Ek pan-na khola toh us par kuch likha tha. Paas rakhi kursi kheechte hue usne diary ko tawaj-jo (importance) se padhna shru kiya….

Diary main likha tha, “Chote se kamre main kone ko ek mez rakhi hui thi…….”

-Jafar Rehman

Lean back

You are sitting on the chair in your office questioning your existence and choices you’ve made. Little decisions that shape up your life and you realize that while trying to make things perfect you are only getting far from it. Anyway, that’s not what I intend to write today. See this is not me telling you about my job or life or if I hate it not. It is not that.

Before I take a random turn and start talking about something else, let me tell you what made me write this. I plugged in my headphones and opened Wynk app and put the music on shuffle. Then with a deep breathe I leaned back and stared upwards and closed my eyes (I did that again). Then following my habit, I looked around at my beloved colleagues some nah almost all of them busy staring at the screens which would have excel, word or LinkedIn open. And then I look at myself doing the same thing, losing that sense of freedom and burying myself in the work.

To be honest, I love working and achieving things and being busy has its own benefits. What bothers me at times is the fact that I am letting my other side go too far. You must wonder what is this other side I am talking about. I shall tell you on some fine day.

Until next time. I hope you will look forward to the next post.

Chupke se

Chupke se aati
Hai yeh yaad teri
Bhare dine main
Kahi jheeri se
Aakar sama jaati hai

Chukpe se aati
Hai yeh yaad teri
Mez par baithe
Kaam karte waqt

Chukpe se aati
Hai yeh yaad teri
Khana khate waqt

 

Raat ke andhere mai

Is raat ke
Andhere main
Aao tum kabhi
Chand ki roshni
Ke neeche
Saath baithkar
Baat karenge
Chai ke piyale
Ki tarah sab
Bikher denge
Woh chupe raaz
Aur saare darr
Is raat ke
Andhere main
Aao tum kabhi

 

From the other side

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This is a hospital window that you are seeing in the photograph. A nurse stands with her back to the window and by my guess, it looks like a shared ward. A million patients would have been in that ward and made it alive while a lot of them would have succumbed to their failing hearts? Oh well, life is a strange thing- lovely and sad both.

Find a bit of joy, smile often and spend your remaining days being the human you’d really want to be (unless you were planning to be a villain). Also, this is not one of those motivational posts but hey I am just addressing those who doubt themselves, who think they can’t do things because I have been one myself.

How have you been?

Life? Railway tracks?

Well, today I want to pick out the finest threads from this thing called life and arrange them in a manner that would make sense for me. You see how they arrange the railway tracks? Always proper and at calculated distances, because if they failed to do so then you know it would wreck havoc. A lot of lives that could potentially be lost, a lot of people who might be on their beds for the rest of their lives and so on. Human tragedy has no real limitations I guess. You see people getting killed in freak accidents then you see some getting shot/stabbed and then some die because of natural causes. Causes like their heart failing to pump blood or their kidneys failing to purify and do its job, such small things.

Recently, a colleague of mine passed away in a road accident and I am not kidding you that a few days prior to that I was looking to volunteer for the same cause. I think my feeble attempt might help save a life directly or indirectly. Burrr wait what am I even talking about? I started with something then went on to something and then here? Talk about being random.

The reason I am utilizing this platform is that I really need a source to channelize my thoughts like I’ve done in the past. And the grim reality of life is that you will find yourself alone at times. No, people will not always move away but you’ll push them too and the worst thing is that you’ll not know until it is too late or maybe I am wrong.

I have been questioning a lot of things lately but let’s talk about that on a different post some other day. Until then, let this blog be a small window in my life and into the weird thought process I have. I shall keep trying to make my position in this world or I’d just stand out! Whatever works!

See you, folks!

The jump

Flapping

A duck jumps into the Naini Lake, Nainital

Cat Among The Pigeons

You randomly decide to catch up with a friend at a bookstore which has a cafe that is known for chai. Well, no suspense there it is called Cha Bar and the bookstore goes by the name ‘Oxford Bookstore’. This is in Connaught Place of New Delhi, India.

So, I was in the metro today with a book that I bought from the above-talked bookstore. Yes, you go to a bookstore and you have to have to buy a book. The reason I bought this was because I remember reading ‘Cat Among The Pigeons by Agatha Christie’ back in 2007 when I was in a school.

The weather was perfect, the temperature showing 16 °C, the metro coming out of the tunnel and sun shining on your back and an empty metro which means you get to sit and read in silence.  That is when I clicked this photograph.

Tell me what you guys are reading these days? And how’s the weather at your end?

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Safar

woh kabhi kabhi
hota hai na
ki sab cheeze reh  
si jati hai

jaise yeh train
station se nikal rahi hai
sab kuch peeche chodte hue

andar ka mahaul kuch hai
aur bahar ka kuch


Agar aapne socha yeh ek poem hai toh aap shayad galat hai, yeh kuch bikhre hue khayal the mere socha yaha likh dun

Kaise hai aap sab?