I saw it and I Dream

I saw a kid covered with mud, playing with stones and broken toys,
when his mother was busy in putting bricks, building someone's house.
I dream of the day when I see him going school

I saw the old man dying with hunger,
when his son was busy handling his business in London.
I dream of the day when he have the old age he dreamt of while imparting best education to his son.

I saw the ill man breathing heavily outside the hospital,
because the doctors were busy treating "High Net Worth Individuals"
I dream of the day when he is treated the way a human should b treated.

I saw the girl who likes skirts but even in summers wear suites with full sleeves,
and I saw the boss calling her after every hour in his personal cabin.
I dream of the day when she'll have enough courage to raise voice against him.

I saw the boy who committed suicide,
because he was told he was not capable of doing anything in his life.
I dream of the day when the only competition we have is with ourselves.

I saw the faces that went numb and the eyes that couldn't even cry
on watching in front of them their kids, their husbands, their friends dying.
I dream of the day when there will be no 26/11 and no Indian Mujahideen or Lashkar E Taiba.

I saw them telling North Indians that they are outsiders and should leave,
I saw them telling people what language to listen and speak.
I dream of the day when they realize what are the real duties of a minister.

I saw them fighting over cricket matches in Hyderabad and Delhi,
I saw them putting extra security for players from other countries.
I dream of the day when each person in this country get a proper place for sanitation and 3 meals per day.

The day when everyone believes in the spirit of life....
The day when every kid gets the opportunity to enjoy childhood and smile......
The day when all castes all religions accepts that they all are same....
The day when instead of Khan and Khanna we know each other just by names...
The day when Honesty and Truth really wins....
The day when each individual fall in love with nation like Bhagat Singh...

And I can see the dream world is not so far.....
it virtually exists in each and every Indian's heart.

And I can see the dream world is not so far.....i can see it all

"The UnFinished LovE sTorY"

Special frnd is the name i always give you,
I wish I could say "I Love You"
Since the day I started knowing you,
"I love you"
The day u were wearing blue,I wanted to say "I love you".
Your eyes didnt allow me, even when i was holding your hand,
wid a pat on your head i called you my special frnd.

The day u shouted at me 1st tym, "i loved you"
the day you wished me B'day at night, "I loved you."
With all courage when i tried once, you said,"What???", turning your head,
all i could say was, "nothing, you are my special friend."

The day you bought me chocolates, "I loved you".
the day we drenched in the rain, "i loved you."
Wid every sip of all coffees at CCD, i used all tricks to explain,
but all you understood was dat we are special friends.
The day you told me about the guy, i was quiet.
The day you introduced me wid your love, i was quit.
You saw tears bt couldnt find out for whome,
i wish you could understand, dey were coz, "i loved you."

Wiping my tears, you said, "What happened please tell?"
All i could say was," nothing, am so happy for my Spl Friend.

"A Perfect Day"

Got up in the morning, wid a smile on my face,
as if God had told me, "it's gonna be a beautiful day."
Opened the tap and there was no water,
wat a chilling day, no need to take a shower.
Looked for breakfast, but no sugar for tea,
thank God for saving me from some more calories.
stepped out for work, but the car wasn't workin,
got an opportunity of makin an attempt of saving environment frm global warming.
Took a bus and reached office late,
felt proud knowing, in my absence, how many things had to wait.
Boss called up and penalized with more work and less tym,
got one more chance to prove myself wid dose files.
Stretched at office, wlaked out at late hours,
got a lift frm seniors in their big and elite cars.
Had to walk hrough two roads, from where they dropped me,
ohkk i cud look around which neighbours were worth staring.
Reachd home tired and no gas to cook food,
at last pizza party, God saved me from some more work.
Pizza reachd late and wasnt really hot,
I didnt have to pay anythin, so no money loss.
At last i got into my bed for sleeping,
thankd God for one more beautiful day, for Moon and Sun shining.
Everything went righ and it was a great day,
wake me again tomorrow wid a smile on my face.......

"The Ugly Shape It Can Take"

Till last year I used to tell my mom that I wanna do my MBA from Australia. At that time I was told “Australia is no more safe for Indians.” And hence I had to drop my plan of spending two years in a beautiful country, to which the cutest person in this world, Brett Lee belong.
This year also I made a list of some happening cities and colleges, from where I would love to pursue my MBA. When I told my mom about the list, there was a similar reply for the topmost city in the list, “No, Mumbai is not safe for North Indians.” I was taken aback. Now I find it difficult to distinguish between the victims in Australia and Mumbai, both are Indians.
I wonder if every state or every metropolitan city gets into the similar take on so called “outsiders”, our Delhi would be empty soon.
The BJP has linked the Sena’s stance to article 370, which disallows non-Kashmiri Indians from buying immovable property in Kashmir. We all know it very well that how and what controversies Kashmir has been facing since always. And therefore there must be some unavoidable circumstances that would have forced Kashmir to be bounded by Article 370. Instead of getting one more city in the similar binding, putting efforts and finding solutions to what has already been put upon Kashmir would be better.
There is a joke, that:
An American visited India and went back to America
Where he met his Indian friend who asked him
How did u find my Country
The American said it is a great country
With solid ancient history
And immensely rich with natural resources.
The Indian friend then asked.
How did u find Indians??

Indians??
Who Indians??
I didn't find or met a single Indian there in India .

What nonsense??
Who else could u met in India then??
The American said..
In Kashmir , I met a Kashmiri
In Punjab , a Panjabi
In Bihar, Maharastra, Rajasthan, Bengal , Tamil Nadu, Kerala:
Bihari, Marathi, Marwadi, Bengali, Tamil, Malayali

Then I met
A Hindu,
A Muslim,
A Christian,
A Jain,
A Buddhist

And many, many, many more
But not a single Indian did I meet

Ironically this is somewhere the true state of our country. We all have been divided into Marathi, Tamil, Madrasi, Bihari and all. I wonder if it all went the same way, what lingo I would use for myself. My grandfather came from Lahore at the time of partition and got settled in Delhi, married my grandmother who was from Kanpur, my dad was born in Delhi, my mom is from Bihar, I was born in Delhi and I have been living in Ghaziabad i.e. UP since last 15 years. So in short I am slightly confused about which “state” I belong to. Usually I am very keen to knowing that the other person I am meeting is Punjabi, Guajarati, Haryanwi, Bihari or even Marathi, just because I enjoy listening to these languages and learning a few sentences or words and knowing a few things about those cultures. But now, the same question might be called a racial comment as well, you never know.
I respect the feelings of Mr. Raj Thackrey and respect those martyrs (whether Maharashtrian or from other state), who were involved in vanquishing terrorists during the 26/11 attack on Mumbai. I bet, if they were alive, they would have proudly told everyone that they gave their lives for India and not for some particular state.
I don’t understand how and why our government is taking no steps against this unreasonable movement that will soon divide our country into smaller and smaller parts. And in a country where “Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Isai” are treated as bhai-bhai, there will soon be divisions in the name of Bihari, Madrasi, Marathi, Asami and so on.
I guess the new compilation or version of the song “Miley sur mera tumhara” is a great motivation spirit in that direction.
Though I am usually against Congress, I mean I give vote to BJP, I appreciate the move of Mr. Rahul Gandhi in this regard. We need some more young leaders like him.
And I hope I won’t be forced to join some college in Delhi only.

"AMAN KI ASHA"

“Aman Ki Asha”, a beautiful project initiated by The Times of India group and The Jang group in Pakistan. This ad is so heart touching, just amazing. I am desperately waiting for its launch on television. (video at the bottom, do watch)

India and Pakistan have already fought four wars. And after the incidence of 26/11, we are almost in the state of war. I don’t say that we should forget all this and stop being cautious against the terrorist activities from that side. It’s impractical. But, let’s leave this all on government. I don’t know what Pakistan government is doing and how our government should respond and treat them. But I am quite sure that people, the common people on the other side of border have nothing in their hearts against us. Pakistan faces more terrorist attacks than us. Have you ever felt delighted on seeing the kids dying in the bomb blasts in Islamabad? The answer is off course no, then how can we expect people out there to celebrate the ignominy that killed many in Taj and Nariman House. It was certainly a shameful incident, but we need to sink it that every citizen in Pakistan is not a terrorist.
The ad portrays so many emotions in just 70 seconds. How effort fully the person on our side is trying to understand what that Pakistani person is trying to speak, the love of Pakistani’s for Indian movie, song and Shahrukh Khan, the distance between them that has separated them that they can’t even have a word of mouth and still the connection they have build through heart, the celebration that went among the Indians seeing Pakistani’s enjoying and getting what they wanted. What an incredible thought.

I believe past 60 years were enough to be spent in hatred and it is the right time to be friends. It’s so strange that we, common people, pay so much attention and respect towards a tourist from UK or US, who speaks the other language and we hate those who speaks the same language as ours. Even in our own country people speak different languages but still we hate “them” (The Pakistanis) because they are on the other side of border.

I dream of the day when people in India stand and speak for people out there when someone raise voice against Pakistan and similar happens in Pak. A connection of hearts is stronger than any other connection. I dream of the day when a terrorist surrenders himself saying that I can’t lay a bomb in India because some people out here are my son’s and daughter’s best friends and because I see my family in them. I know this dream is far from reality and the probability of it getting true is as much as the probability of my dream of getting married with Gautam Gambhir true, but we can at least dream and make a start. All we need is a collective effort and some great initiatives like “Aman Ki Asha”.

Waiting for the response of general public to this ad.

"ONE LOVE"

Walking on the road, I bumped into a stranger,
not the most handsome, not the richest and not with most beautiful hair.

But still my eyes were stuck on him,
I felt as I know him since centuries.

My heart was beating as if it was dead since ages,
he was carrying a charismatic charm,stolen from sages.

He said I am sorry, and the words were singing,
ohkk I change my words, he is the most handsome guy I have ever seen.

Taking out his hand, he introduced himself,
touched him again, I wanted to seize that moment.

Moving his hand through his hairs, he asked walking along with me,
fine one more change, they were the most beautiful I had ever seen.

I don't know if his talks were worth that big smile,
I was completely lost that whatever was going, I couldn't realize.

I wanted to look most beautiful at that time,
I don't know why i wanted to just hold his eyes.

The weather had suddenly become so freezing,
it was also the effect of this new weird feeling.

He took out his jacket and gave it to me,
wow one more change, he was the richest heart I had ever seen.

That's how i met the love of my life,
having all that i wanted, my perfect choice.

Walking on the road i bumped into a stranger,
who was most handsome, the richest and had most beautiful hair......

"THE BUTTERFLY CALLED HAPPINESS"

Yesterday I was thinking about the past year 2009, I wanted to give it a name, may be the “The longest year of my life” or “The worst year”..etc. But then I thought of the transformation that took place in me, in this “long year”. I became more mature and have learnt a lot from the mistakes that I made. So finally, I decided to name it as “The learning year”. I guess this is the best time to bid good bye to all the bad and unhappy moments of 2009, the same way we say good bye to 2009.
I was reading an article in newspaper and that was all about being happy in life. And that inspired me too put those thoughts here.

This year, let’s choose Happiness. Someone asked me once, what all we need to be happy? Happiness doesn’t come by running behind it. It’s like the butterfly that lies upon you when you sit down quietly. We just need to learn how to celebrate small things in life. Like when someone says “you are looking good today” or when an old friend calls up or even when a handsome/beautiful boy/girl (for girl/boy respectively :P) smiles at you for no reason. These small-small things add colors in our daily life. Big things don’t happen daily. I feel contented when I help an old lady climbing down the staircase or when I make a crying baby smile or when I give my “ladies seat” to an old uncle in bus. Trust me these small-small things adds a sense of achievement in oneself and I bet the happiness that is felt is much more than what we feels while getting a certificate or trophy for other achievements.
My life has always been so unpredictable, like anyone, specially this past year. Five out of seven days people find me with a big smile on face. In the morning I tell myself that “I am happy”. And since the day I saw 3 Idiots, have started following the concept of “All Izz Well” too. Though the other two days goes into a swing of mood and I call them the “blue days”, when I feel gloomy and lost. Even smiles from a handsome and cute guy don’t work on these days. I guess because I become ignorant enough on these blue days. So I have decided to cope up with these blue days with the same concept of “Celebrating small things” and “All izz well”. Just want everyone to add smiles to their blue days as well. Don’t make your happiness vulnerable to external elements. Happiness is a state of mind. And we shouldn’t bother about what others think of us. It’s about what we think of ourselves. If it makes us happy, then it’s gotta be right. Even I have to learn this thing.

So wish you so many smiles this new year,

“A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR”