Last Few Months

Like every blogger who posts once a month, I also feel I should write more. Its not only about finding time. Also about the mundane life I am living now a days

Last three months:

In July, I moved to a new project in office which required more aggressiveness. During the whole month of Ramzaan I struggled with sleep and guilt of not utilizing the holy month. It was during the last week of the month when I took holidays and went home, I felt relieved. After coming back I again spent most of my time in office. Facing new deadlines everyday. At times its frustrating, however, there is this satisfaction that I am learning new things everyday. My capabilities were questioned which made be more serious and dedicated towards work. And it is going to continues the same way till November. Meanwhile, I am finding solace in poetry and music.
A recommendation:

Teri Yaad Aayi

        

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جب سکڑتا دیکھ کسی نے چادر اڑھائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب کبھی کسی نے اچّھی چائے پلائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب ہارنے کے بعد کی کسی نے حوصلہ افزائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب پھٹے کرتے مے خدبخد ہوئی سلائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب کبھی ڈر کے آنکھ کھلی اور کسی نےپیٹھ تھپتھپائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب میرے بھلے کے لئے کی کسی نے میری پٹائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب میری حمایت مے کی کسی نے دنیا سے لڑائی، تیری یاد ائی-

جب ہر ٹھوکر پہ کسی کہ لب سے "الله خیر" آواز آئ،  تیری یاد ائی-

جب بیماری مے دوا سے زیادہ کسی کی دعا عصر لایی، تیری یاد ائی-
جب کبھی کسی نے اچّھی بات سکھائی، تیری یاد ائی-
کبھی بے وجہ کبھی بے سبب بس یہیں، تیری یاد ائی-

- A poem dedicated to my beloved mother.

Ghazal : Ab kiska intezaar hai.

Image Credit : Khawar

Is tarah dhadakne ki kya wajah hai,
Aye dil, tujhe ab kiska intezaar hai.

In khamoshi se behte aansuon ka kya hai matlab,

Kyu itna yakeen hai, kyu ab bhi aitbaar hai.

Us khudgarz ke jhootey waadey they ya koi jaadu.

Jo mujh par ab tak asardaar hai.

Mujhe kya mila apne jazbaat, khwab-o-khayal luta kar,

Bas ek jism baaqi hai aur vo bhi beemar hai.

Khwaabon me mulaqaat ki hai ek aakhri  ummeed,

Magar soney ke liye bhi uski zulfon ka saaya darkaar hai.

Us ke chehre ki kashish ka nahin koi muqabla,

Jis ne door se ek jhalak dekha vo ab tak qarzdaar hai.

Chand khushiyon ki khatir kitne aasu bahaye aur minnaten ki,

Kehne ko to hum bhi badey khuddar hain.

Aur kuch na mila to uske sarey ghamon ko hi apnaya,

Usko ghamon ki kya zaroorat, uska khushiyon ka kaarobaar hai.

Khushiyon se dil bhar jaaye to usse kehna mujhse aa kar mile,

Jahan mera jism dafan hai, uske ghamon ka bhi wahin mazaar hai.

 Urdu Version:

اس طرح دھڈاکنے کی کیا وجہ ہے اے دل

تجھے اب کسکا انتظار ہے

ان خاموشی سے بہتے آسوں کا کیا ہے مطلب

کیو اتنا یقین ہے کیں اب بھی اعتبار ہے

اس خدگرز کے جھوٹے وادے تھے یا کوئی جادو

جو مجھ پر اب تک اسردار ہے

مجھے کیا ملا اپنے جذبات  خواب و خیال لٹا کر

بس اک جسم باقی ہے اور وہ بھی بیمار ہے

 خوابوں میں ملاقات کی ہے اک آخری امید

مگر سونے کے لئے بھی اسکی زلفوں کا سایا درکار ہے

اسکے چہرے کی کشش کا نہیں کوئی  مقابلہ

 جسنے دور سے اک جھلک دیکھا وہ اب تک قرضدار ہے

چند خوشیوں کی خاطر آسو بہاے اور منّتیں کی

کہنے کو تو ہم بھی بڑے خددار ہیں

اور کچھ نہ ملا تو اسکے سارے غموں کو ہی اپنایا

اسکو غموں کی کیا ضرورت اسکا خشیوں کا کاروبار ہے

خوشیوں سے دل بھر جائے تو اس سے کہنا مجھسے آکر ملے

جہاں میرا جسم دفن ہے اسکے غموں کا بھی وہیں مزار ہے

Finished TV Series: Shehr-e-Zaat

Today, I finished watching a TV Series called Shehr-e-Zaat which means "The City of Self". It was just 19 episodes long, still it took me more than 2 months to finish. The series is very interesting and requires attention. The problem is with me, I cannot finish one thing before moving on. Anyway, it is based on a novel by the same name.


The title track, Yaar Ko Hum Ne Ja Ba Ja Dekha, of the drama was sung by Abida Parveen. It is haunting, devastating and stirring. It is somehow magical. I listened it time to time for several weeks, on loop. It made me Abida's fan.

I loved the series more because unlike most Indian TV shows I can very well relate it to our culture. And the message it conveyed about love, desires and relationships somehow applies to me, maybe all of us.

 It is about a very beautiful, modern, self obsessed and spoilt girl. And how she adapts simplicity, patience, humbleness and finally manage to get rid of unnecessary worldly and hollow pursuits.

Dialogues I remember:

• Dil ajeeb shay hai....Ajeeb cheezain mangta hai....Ajeeb kaam krnay ko kehta hai.
• Allah Ki Mohabbat Ke Siwa, Har Mohabbat Ko Zawal Hai.

Voted for Identity

It is not very normal for me to get up early on a holiday. Still, I decided to get up early to cast my vote before its too hot and crowded outside. It looked like a normal morning in Zakir Nagar with minimal traffic. It was after reaching Batla House Chowk, I observed something different. There were more than a dozen Policemen, two of them on Horses. Road was blocked for vehicles from one side to allow only pedestrians. Few people were sitting on a chair-table in a corner and were browsing through sheets of paper. I moved on towards Jamia School, my polling booth.

The whole School campus was full of security personnel. The buildings, walkways and atmosphere inside the School felt very familiar. Within seconds I went down the memory lane and imagined younger version of myself looking at me from one of the classrooms on the top floor. "It is my school", I thought and smiled. The Good old days. I spent four most memorable years of my life in that campus.

My Electoral Stain / Voter mark

Although I am yet to receive my Voter's Id card, my name was there in the list. After several levels of verification, I was inked and allowed to vote. I pressed a button, a red LED blinked with a sound. And the woman, who inked me, confirmed that my vote was successful. I thanked her, smiled and left with a sense of achievement.

The place was't very crowded. I found more women than men at the polling booth. Even while returning I observed women coming in groups or with their husbands. They all looked more excited than men. When I came out one man, while starting his scooter, said to another man sitting on his bike, "Umeed hai is baar kuch to Gandgi kam hogi", and smiled. The other person nodded. It was clear that he voted for a clean system.

I voted for identity and self respect. I hope well deserving and responsible people come to power. And I am so glad that this election season is over.

I live in Jamia Nagar and I am not a terrorist

Its not very often that you read about your locality in a national newspaper unless you live near 10 Janpath. It wasn't about a minister's well publicized visit or an advertisement about a new Mughlai restaurant. Not even just any negative news about petty crimes. What attracted me today was a statement from a veteran leader belonging to a national party, claiming our locality is a terrorist's hub. "Jamia Nagar is a safe house for terrorists", he claimed.

This election season all politicians in India have made all sort of allegations against each other. But Mr Malhotra went a step ahead and blamed a whole community for terrorist activities. Such irresponsible and baseless statement in order to polarize voters on communal lines will only harm his party.

I was shocked to read that such a senior leader thinks like that. Claiming someone to be a terrorist is not a small allegation. This is complete "Identity Crisis" for us, in our own country. Such inflammatory remarks can create social unrest. A criminal case should be registered against him.

This Election season, for most people, it is so simple to choose anybody considering the issues like Development. It is we who also have to face and prove many other things.

Now, you can imagine what made me write this sher in my Ghazal:

Naujavaan hun mujhko behka do, ya dehshatgard keh ke phansa do.
Ilzaam koi sangeen lagao, be-gunaahi ke saboot bhi mita do.

Meri kamzooriyan maloom karo, aur unhi pe mujhko aazma lo.
Sitam se sar na jhukega mera, Zillat se mujhko hara do.

References:

• http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/Jamia-Nagar-Batla-House-terrorist-hub-V-K-Malhotra/articleshow/32685459.cms
• http://indianexpress.com/article/cities/delhi/congress-aap-slam-malhotra-remarks/

My first Ghazal

Image by : crdot

Sochne pe lagaao paabandi, boloon to zabaan jala do.
Ishq ki mujhko saza do, deewar me mujhko chunva do.

Naujavaan hun mujhko behka do, ya dehshatgard keh ke phansa do.
Ilzaam koi sangeen lagao, be-gunaahi ke saboot bhi mita do.

Meri kamzooriyan maloom karo, aur unhi pe mujhko aazma lo.
Sitam se sar na jhukega mera, Zillat se mujhko hara do.

Ilm se pehle hi bhut door hun, chand kitaaben hain unme bhi aag laga do.
Koyley bach gaye to deewaron pe na likh dun, is tarah jalao sab-kuch raakh bana do.

Namaazen bhut si qaza hain, Rozay bhi saare chudhwaado.
Duniya me maine khud ko tabah kiya, Aakhirat meri tum barbaad kara do.

Urdu Version:

سوچنے پے لگاو پابندی ، بولوں تو زبان جلا دو
عشق کی مجھکو سزا دو ، دیوار مے مجھکو چنوا دو

نوجوان ہوں مجھکو بہکا دو ، یا دہشتگرد که  کے پھنسا دو
علزام کوئی سنگین لگاو اور بیگناہی کے سبوت بھی مٹا دو

میری کمزوریاں معلوم کرو اور انہی پہ مجھکو آزما لو
ستم سے سر نہ جھکیگا میرا ذلّت سے مجھکو ہرا دو

علم سے پہلے ہی بہت دور ہوں ، چند کتابیں ہیں انمی بھی آگ لگا دو 

کویلے بچ گئے تو دیواروں پہ نہ لکھ دوں ،اس طرح جلاؤ سب کچھ راکھ بنا دو

نمازیں بہت سی قضا ہیں ، روزے بھی سارے  چھڈوا دو 
دنیا میے مینے خد کو تباہ کیا ، آخرت میری تم برباد کرا دو

 
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That Awkward Moment

That awkward moment when your friend by mistake(or carelessly) uses your toothbrush. How should one decide? Either to take revenge or use your own.

This happened with me. And I finally washed my toothbrush 10 times and used it. I still sometimes feel, Errr..