Antardwand

नहीं मिलता है। ढूंढती हूँ तो भी, और नहीं तो भी, वो लड़का जिससे मैं ब्याह कर आई थी घिरा रहता है पैसे कमाने के चक्करों में। बच्चों की फीस या उनके रोज़ाना की टक्करों में । मसरूफ सा कोई मिलता तो ज़रूर है पर नहीं मिलता वो लड़का जिससे ब्याह कर आई थी जो बातों बातों में दुनिया जीतने के किस्से सुनाता था, आज कल हर दिन बस ऑफिस से थक हार जाता है। याद है मुझे वो आत्म विश्वासी हठी पर नहीं मिलता वो लड़का जिसे से मैं ब्याह करके आई थी घिसी हुई जीन्स पहन के भी जो आत्म-विश्वास से मुस्कुराता था अब हज़ारो के सूट में भी निरंतर घबराता है । याद है मुझे वह बेपरवाह पर नहीं मिलती मुझे वो लड़का जिसे से मैं ब्याह करके आई थी दोनों हाथ छोड़कर साइकिल चलने की शर्तें जिसने नित्य लगायी थी अब बच्चों को झूले पे हाथ छोड़ खेलते देख उसी की जान पे बन आई थी । याद है मुझे वह अरमानों से बड़ा हुआ पर नहीं मिलता मुझे वो लड़का जिसे से मैं ब्याह करके आई थी कॉलेज में अनगिनत लेक्चर बंक करते हुए जिसने कभी न सोचा था अब इतवार को ओवरटाइम करके छुट्टी संजोता था । Below is link for inspiration for the above poem. The original poem

He told his 6 year old whining son "Be grateful for what you are getting. All these toys and luxuries that you get are more of a favour to you!" Rohan,who till moments ago was throwing tantrums for a new Playstation was forced into submission seeing the look on his Dad's face. And that look of total despair and submission on Rohan's face took Akash down the memory lane.  It was almost a similar kind of day 16 years ago and a teenage Akash had just asked his father to replace the old computer with a new laptop since his friends owned such. His dad had expressed his inability to offer him such luxuries and had asked him to be grateful for what he already has. And Akash had retorted with a stinging ," These are basic necessities and it is your responsibility to fulfill them.You are not doing me a favour".  His mother, like so many occasions earlier, had intervened and taken him from there but Akash still remembered the resigned dejected look on his father&#

He worked real hard to erase all the memories of Aakash from Anindita as well as his life. Aakash and Anindita had been in this relationship for years and Raghav was dead against his decision of breaking up with her. He had always thought they were so much into each other that sometimes they forgot they there were people who existed around them as well. Being the idealistic that he was, he still believed in the concept of undiluted, untainted love and Aakash & Anindita's relationship came so very close to it. He had felt so empty and heart broken on the day Aakash had finally left Ani. He never talked to Aakash after that but Anindita still personified that eternal concept of love and that is why he decided to help her piece together her life once again. It has been 3 long years since that fateful day and he had worked so very honestly and diligently to help her move away from everything even remotely associated with Aakash. He had succeeded as well because it had bee

"Dil se dil tak baat pahunchi"-the dialer tone she had got so used to, rang like a cacophonous laughter".  He cleared his throat before picking up the phone, happy that he won yet another ego battle!! Her voice was dim and sober. “I have told mom”, was all that she could mumble. He wasn’t ready for this,yet just said “What now?” “We would not talk anymore. That probably, is the best way forward for us”. He could hear her sobbing silently. Tears welled up in his eyes, how he can let her go. How can he erase 7 years of memories? He knew he would be able to work this out again but said “We will talk tomorrow”. She cut the phone. He knew it would all be right tomorrow when as usual she would wake him up in the morning. It was 9’O clock when the call came. The lady at the other end reminded him about his outstanding phone bill. He cut the phone saying he will be doing it today. There were no messages or missed calls in his cell. He hurriedly dialed her number; “The Airtel c

Akash hurriedly pulled up his old ragged jeans. It was already 8:40 and the exam was due to start at 9:00 A.M. Reaching the college on his bicycle would take another 10 minutes at least. Today was the last paper before he could call himself an engineer ("the last one provided I clear all of them" he mused and shuddered at such a weird thought!!). Hurriedly grabbing a pen and a ruler he climbed down the hostel stairs. The exam hall was as usual full when he reached. The invigilator shot him a disdainful look while handing over the answer sheet and he sheepishly went to his seat which was the second last desk in the first column. Catching some breath he cast a cursory glance (or so it seemed!!) at Vasudha's desk which was almost diagonal to his (seat) in the adjacent row. She was wearing a maroon and white starched suit today and the contrast made her skin glow a little more. Her hair was tied in a careless pony tail. He could easily make out a sketch pen set, pens(black &

"Babu gir na padna!!!".. but then babu is totally oblivious of the fact that her mother has her heart in the mouth everytime the babu jumps with joy in her walker. Babu in this case is my (soon to be an year old) niece. She is literally a hurricane on knees (becoz still trying to learn the ropes of walking). Put her in a walker and she starts jumping with joy, literally!! So much so that one poor walker was unable to survive her absolutely innocent expression of happiness. I don't understand where do the children get this desire to start walking when they can very comfortably remain ensconced in their mom or dad's lap? Was an absolute treat to watch her swimming(A word that can best describe her earnest endeavors to walk ) on the bare floor. The distance from swimming to traversing distances on knees was covered in flat 3 days time and then hardly anything seemed out of her reach. It is amazing how much affection she can spread with just that dazzling smile of her&#

I have really made a mess of searching for a home in Hyderabad. I always knew that it would be a difficult task going by my prior experiences in Pune, but never imagined something of the kind I am facing here.It has been exactly 17 days now since the time I landed here but an accomodation remains as elusive as one "Mr. Osama". Things don't really seem to be falling in place. Have contacted close to 30 brokers(some even charged me a fee for showing a flat), seen close to 15 houses but the respite seems no where in sight!!First of all there seems to be so few furnished places; assuming just in case you are lucky enough to come across one - the owner(in some cases even the broker) would straight away brand you as an outlaw uttering "Hum bachelors ko rent pe nahin dete". Then there have been so many instances of waiting for a particular broker to turn up and the only thing that he does in the end is call you up and say "Sir, Its raining here, I will show u t