Those moments…

I remember the moment when our eyes first met,

I knew not then it is the moment I’ll never forget.

Those funny talks on the campus bench, those evening walks on the bridge,

I knew not that those moments like a winter snow will freeze.

Those mornings with your small little love text used to make my day bright,

I knew not that those moments will give me a sleepless night.

Those quarrels and those fights, your telling me, “I’m sorry, you are right!”

I knew not that those moments will come afresh tonight.

But why...

Wrapped in the best of her dress,there she was looking like a princess,

Those sparkling tiny eyes of her, had many things to share...

But why are they numb today...?

Those naughty talks of her, had immense strength to bring delight on a dull countenance..

But why are those lips quiet today...?

Those little hands of her, that tender touch of her, had great sense of comfort and relief

But why they lay frozen today....?

Those tiny feet of her, kept running, stumbling, infusing vitality and liveliness,

But why are they motionless today...?

Why everything around appears so gloomy and incomplete today...?

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The girl child is a gift of god...they are the very meaning of life on the earth...

But why are they killed before they are even born...

Why it is difficult

Why it is difficult to accept that others are better than us...
Why it is difficult to see others climbing the ladders of success...
Why it is difficult to appreciate others for the job well done...
Why it is difficult to forgive others for the pain they give...
Why it is difficult to encourage others towards success...
Why it is difficult to step forward and help someone who has met with an accident..
Why it is difficult to raise voice against injustice...
Why it is difficult in the fact that God exists...
Why it is difficult to believe when people say...parents always think better for their children...
Why it is difficult to have faith in our fate when everything is going wrong...
Why it is difficult to believe that after dark shadow of pain and failure, there will be sunshine and life will be beautiful again...
Why it is difficult to believe that someone can love insanely...
Why it is difficult to put trust on people these days....
Why it is difficult to follow values and morals set by our elders...
Why it is difficult to distance oneself from amoral stuff, knowing fully well its dire consequences...
Why it is difficult to be good to others all the time...
Why it is difficult to love and live this life without complaints and grudges...why???

I like the way we talked on the first day and then on
I like the way you make me feel loved and cared
I like the way you say that you'll be by my side, today, tomorrow and forever
I like your innocent sweet smile that sets everything straight and alright
I like your making funny faces, to make me laugh, to make my happy
I like your way of consoling me and telling me you need not worry, you need not fear, when I am near
I like the way you look at me, making me feel complete
I like the way you say I Love You...and I believe there's no one as true as you
I like you in totality as you are the precious gift of  god to me

O God! I'm ashamed to call myself a Hindu Brahmin. It is only today I have realised that my hindi vocabulary is very poor. Those words that I used to use while I was in school seem to have erased completely from my dictionary. Today, when I sit and think about those days, I feel that those were the days when I was actually more sound, full of knowledge and even inquisitive to learn. There was a thirst for learning in me.  I am really shocked. All these years, why didn't I feel the need to update my vocabulary? Was it laziness that has kept me away from my own mother tongue? Or was it importance of English language a barrier? Well if the later is the case, I must say, there is a tremendous scope of improvement when it comes to writing something in English. I would not feel reluctant to confess that I am not even good with English too. Yes, I speak relatively good English, but Hindi, I have completely lost touch with my own language. 


Why have we started giving importance to English? English, the foreign language has taken its toll on minds of Indian youths. There are several institutes established across the nation that imparts English language training. I haven't yet come across any institute that teaches Hindi. Have you? Look at me. I am talking about the English language in English!!!! Its a pity. We can never change. We can talk. Yes we are good at talking. We are good preachers, including myself, but when it comes to practicing, we are the biggest losers. Even I am one.

Fir ek baar

Fir ek baar dil ko sambhala hai, fir ek baar dil kisi pe aaya hai,
fir ek baar kisi ki chahat hui hai, fir ek baar is dil pe kisi ki aahat hui hai,
Is baar itna karam karna mujh par ae mere maula,
Chahe mita dena mujhe, par na mere yaar se judaa karna mujhe,
Maut bhi vo suhaani hogi, jo mere yaar ki baahon me aani hogi,
Fir ek baar dohrayi jaegi, ye ek aisi amar kahani hogi....

English is a Funny Language

Ek bandar ne kholi dukan, 

ek bandar ne kholi dukan

aaye grahak bhi kaise mahan, 

dekho inki anokhi hi shaan...shaan...shaan...

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You might be wondering that the title of the post does not go along with the beginning of it. Yes. It does not. Actually it does not have to. This is one of the favourite poems of my niece, who is just 1.5 years. While singing this poem to her today, I was trying to teach her what bandar is called in english. Yes, she is a quick learner. I taught her that it is called monkey, and in another second, I was somersaulting. Why? The thought flashed into my brains eye. There's hardly any difference in the spelling of 'monkey' and 'donkey'. The only difference is that of the initial letter. But 'monkey' is called 'mannkee' whereas 'donkey' is pronounced as 'daunkee'. Now just imagine if we have to teach a child both the pronunciation and the spelling, how will we start. If we teach 'monkey' first then 'donkey' becomes 'dunki', and if teach 'donkey' first then 'monkey' becomes 'mongkee'. Isn't it funny? Just as 'Do' is 'duu', so why is 'Go' not 'gu'.