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

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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?

Discarded flowers

What happens to the discarded flowers? They will never go into that bouquet that the bride receives or to that patient who is going to get discharged soon from the hospital. I saw a bunch of them lying on the ground behind the counter. Some of them were crumpled and some were broken. That made me want to compare it to humans but I just didn’t wanna do it. Because it serves no purpose and nothing ever changes.

Some are broken, some are thrown away while some get to be where they want to be. Then again they were flowers but we aren’t. We aren’t fragile as them but maybe a little sensitive and I guess that’s it.

Cigarette aur chai

Un sardiyon ki raaton main
Mere haath mai ek cigarette thi
Aur tumhare haath mai chai ka cup

Hum dono ek thele par baithe
Andheri sunsaan raat mai
Baate kar rahe the

Kohre ke saath
Hamare muh se dhuan nikal raha tha
Us hisaab se toh
Cigarette tum bhi pee rahi thi

Maine haskar yeh baat tumse kahi
Toh tumhe thoda sa bura laga

Mujhe ilm tha is baat ka
Ki tumhe cigratte pasand nahi thi

Ab woh waqt aa chuka tha
Jab tumhari chai khatam hone ko thi
Aur meri cigarette ke bhi
Kuch aakhri kash bache the

Fhir main utha
Aur tum uthi
Aur dono apni raah chal diye

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Christmas of 2017

I have been away for the longest of time from blogging. You can blame it on my work or on other things but I had nothing substantial to write and post.

During this duration, I am pretty sure that I have lost a lot of readers and people who used to like what I’d post. Anyway, this is my call for them again and let me welcome the first time visitors and readers here as well.

Today is Christmas in India and New Year is around the corner as well. I was at a mall the other evening and took a Cinemagraph of a giant Christmas Tree (find it here).

The year has been good with its ups and downs obviously. In terms of reading, it wasn’t a great one as only 4 or 5 books were read. That’s a drastic drop but J must catch up. How has this year been for you? Anything that you’d like to share?

And have a great Christmas you all 🙂

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Woh Bachpan

woh puraani si kitaab
tumhara intezaar karti hai
us diary jisme
tumne do saal
pehle likha tha
uske kaafi panne
abhi bhi khali hai

pukaar ti hai
woh galiyaan tujhe
jimne tune apni zindagi guzari
woh puaarna makaaan
woh chacha ki toffee ki dukaan
aaj bhi wahi hai

chacha ki umar hogayi hai ab
lekin unkio budi aankhein
aaj bhi tujhe
dekhengi toh khush ho jaengi

shayad tere aane se
us gali mai
thodi si bahar aajaegi

Shayad tu bhool chuka hai
bachpan ki woh
bhaag daud aur khel
cycle lekar galiyon ke chakkar katna
kone wali dukaan se
pahiyon mai hawa bharwana

shayad aaj tu bada aadmi ho chuka hai
gaadi mai ghumne wala
bade shehro mai rehne wala

lekin yaad rakh
mez par rakhi
woh puraani si kitaab
woh diary
woh toffee ki dukaan
chacha ki budi aanke
aur woh galiyare
tera aaj bhi intezaar dekhte hai
aaj bhi…..

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Arse hue (Hindi Post)

Kabhi toh aao khayalo main
Yahan sunsaani aksar hojati hai
Kabhi toh aao aangan main hamare
Yahan dhoop aksar rehti hai
Na Jaane Kitne arse hue
Is tamanna ko
Ki aaye woh yaha
Zindagi yuhi guzri chali gayi
Na gayi sunsani
Na hi gayi yeh dhoop yaha se

-Jafar Rehman