Khoye Log

Kya yeh khoye hue log kabhi milte hai?
Kya hota hai inka koi thikana?
Woh jisko maine
Dekha aaj haath failate hue
Traffic signal par
Kya woh ho sakta hai
Ek khoya hua?

Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi?
Bheed bazaro main
Beech sadak par
Ya fhir khali masjid
Ye khali mandir main?

Kya woh bhi khoya hai
Jo din raat daudta hai
Cinema jaata hai
Bahar khana khata hai
Aur der raat ghar aakar sojata hai?

Kya khoya woh bhi hai
Jo maikhane mai
Dhund rehta hai?
Jo cigarette ke kash par kash lagata hai?

Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi?
Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi?

Raat

Sard raaton mai
Tum syahi ki tarah
Kuch ghul se gaye the

Rang tumhara
Halka toh hua tha
Par woh nasha ab bhi tha
Woh mehek gayi nahi thi

Sard raaton mai
Tum syahi ki tarah
Kuch ghul se gaye the

Maine chaha poochna tum se
Par tum tez chale jaa rahe the
Tumse kadam milana
Mumkin na tha

Sard raaton mai
Tum syahi ki tarah
Kuch ghul se gaye the

Millenium City

I found myself in the rapid metro of the Millenium City aka Gurgaon now known as Gurugram. It was 8:30 pm and the metro went through Golf Course Road. It is famous for hosting offices of some of the largest companies like Zomato, KIA, Amex and so on.

Now the beauty about it at night is that you see people working in the offices, sitting with their backs straight in the meeting rooms and acting to be attentive. (while someone is scribbling at the whiteboard). Some are on their desks staring at the bright white light and scrolling endlessly. Some floors are empty yet the lights are on while some are dark and the only source of light is the white light.

I look at my reflection and realize I was one of those individuals working on a similar piece of machine a while ago. The metro continued and we passed the Golf Course Road finally arriving at our destination station Sikanderpur. Now, if you have been to Sikanderpur, you’ll know how people like me fight for a seat or for a spot so we can either chat, talk or catch up on movies/TV series.
Sikanderpur metro either takes you to Delhi or to Gurgaon but life continues. People endlessly board the metro and get to work every day to earn what they can and live what they dream.

I will do the same this coming Monday.

Promise

I made a promise to myself sitting at the edge of this rocky path which led to the ocean and I failed.

My life for the past 3 years has been mostly about work. I have dedicated myself to it because it gives me a reason to live, I learn and working makes me feel good. But like I said, there was this rocky path and I was sitting at the edge and I looked at the vastness in front of me. The water and sky eventually merging somewhere far.

Now you must be wondering what promise? I will tell you but come along and read it. Looking at that vastness and emptiness makes you think and reflect on life and mostly in a positive sense (or it depends). So, I sat there thinking for a long time about almost everything, my relationships with people, my way of looking at life and things that needs work.

I made a promise that I will look at life with a different lens. I would never leave or abandon my passion(s) and would certainly improve my perspective towards life. Then two days later I found myself back in my usual routine with my job and I started forgetting everything. To preserve the memory, I’d close my eyes and try and remember the waves hitting the rocks, vast blue sky and obviously the water.

That also went away, I wasn’t seeing those waves and I forgot my promise. But yet here I am on my birthday making another promise that I will act on it. I will not let myself lose in the rush of this life. In the fast moving cars and the metro. I will find my balance and I will do things my way.

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Have you had such encounters with yourself? I’d love to hear about them.

Bounce back

There is a pit, a very deep and dark pit. You are falling into it and no one knows what’s at the bottom or even if there is a bottom or an end to it. Anyway, let us for now assume there is a bottom. You will now ask me what is it? Is it something that’s gonna hold you back or is it bouncy?

What I believe is you decide about the bottom, you decide what’s it made of. Is it something that’s gonna hold you back or is it something that’s gonna bounce you back? Your mindset and beliefs decide the substance of the pit.

A person might see something as a failure and someone else might see the same thing as a challenge or as a lesson or maybe even as a phase. I have been listening to an entrepreneur and he heavily focuses on mindset and then I tried rectifying the things I’ve been doing wrong (a lot of them) and in the end, it all comes to how you perceive things.

And how you percieve things and how you react shapes your life. Also, your background, schooling, friends will play a large role but once you realize you need corrections then things kind of get on the track. I am slowly realizing that I’ve had a wrong lens. I’ve seen life largely through my prior experiences which also lead me to form pre-concieved notions.

Anyway, I am trying to change the mindset. It will take time but I will try and be persistent.

 

For everyone

Explanation in English is below

Ek din? Do din? Chaar din?
Phir kya hai bhool jaana hai.

Hamari Ammi ek kahawat aksar kaha karti hai:
Aaj maro kal doosra din

Yeh sunne ko jab milta jab kisi ka inteqaal hojata. Log janaze main aate, murde ko dafan karte, khana khate aur chale jaate. Agla din thoda dheeme chalta par teesre din tak sab apne apne raaste.

English:

If I were to sum things up that I’ve written above then it would be:

You will be forgotten, sooner than you think.

Now, I know that won’t be the case with everyone but then again this would be the case with most of us.

 

 

Crocin

If today was like yesterday then I’d have slept already. But then I would be waking up around 3:30am with high fever. I’d get myself up and check my temperature which would definitely be over 102.

I’d then proceed to have a bite and then pop a tablet of Crocin. The next hour would then be all about trying to sleep and getting rid of the terrible headache.

Today, I checked my temperature before going to bed and popped a Crocin. Hoping that I would sleep peacefully.

Guess what? I’ve been trying but can’t get myself to sleep. Also, I don’t wish to wake up at 3:30 am with you know what.

How are you guys and girls holding up? Also,I’ll try again.

Hey there!

I know for a fact that people who would really visit the blog won’t remember me or my writing anymore. To be very honest, my skills of conjuring things up has declined.

I have had no motivation to do things that I once liked or loved to do but hey I am trying to sort things out. This is where I am calling out to you again. If you have been on the blog before then do say HELLO and if this is the first time then please say HELLO, because I love talking.

I am promising myself to write something at least twice a week and then increasing the frequency eventually. Do share your best post so I can get myself up to speed as well.

No kidding, I was gonna write Best and then Jafar in the end. This is because I do that with emails. Gotta draw a line now.

Good day!

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