What Pinkathon could possibly mean for a SLIP DISK patient !!

This sounds like any random Marathon run for the plethora of social causes that flood the industry today. Actually, " the Pinkathon is more than a Marathon"  as they rightly quote on their website http://pinkathon.in/.
We all have heard that if you empower a woman, you in turn are empowering two families.  In a digitally aware and socially connected world, this would'nt be a hyperbole to say if you empower your women, you end up creating a better society. A lot have been said and done about the value and respect of women in a society since Vedic era.  Our history has been a witness of many fierce warriors who have trained the army, kids and nation together.  And then there is another clan of women who are known for their looks, tenderness and beauty. You know what is sexier than beauty - strength , courage and hope that fights against all odds to prove that women are ready to take the Life, no matter what, head on !!

Such is the power and essence of Pinkathon.

Let me start with my introduction and journey. I am Shweta, I am a writer at heart, a model by attitude , a dancer by interests and an IT engineer by Profession but above all I am a liberated woman who love to comply by rules,provided that I pen them down for myself  :D

The life was never served to me on platter. I struggled, fought and earned each of my achievements. Be it studies, career , passion, confidence , strength or the health - I have struggled for it.

Yes, you read it right. I have fought for my health. I used to be a sports champ in my school and college. I met an accident in 2010 in the beginning of my career  and I broke my left elbow joint in multiple pieces. There were two rounds of unsuccessful surgeries each promising to get me the normal movement of the joint, which is yet to come. Now you can imagine the amount of restrain I used to feel during those 2 years and obviously the long sitting hours in my job kept adding pounds to my weight + my workload kept me away from a healthy lifestyle or exercise.
When I was trying to recover from the trauma of this orthopaedic disaster, somehow one fine day I felt restrain in my right legs. Within few days, condition worsened and I was unable to walk even. Doctors reported it to be an acute case of PIVD ( slip disc) and that too of level-3. My one of the discs of spinal cord had lost all the fluid and that fluid was solidified outside causing the restrain in movement of my lower body. I was bed-ridden,shattered not just physically but morally too. The feeling of having your body parts in place but still seeing your family/friends do your daily chores was killing. For a conceit girl like me, this was shattering.  I was on bed-rest for months and my neuro surgeon warned me against any physical stress. He said I would never be able to dance ( which I loved doing ) or involve in any sports involving excessive labour ( all of them).  My weight kept on increasing as I was refraining from physical exercise of any form. I took the precautions but kept breaking the rules. After an year, in 2013 I started dancing in bits and pieces. By DEC 2013 I participated in an office event and performed HIP-HOP. In 2014, I decided to start working out at gym without the knowledge of my family. I slowly increased my running/cycling duration and the speed. In 4 to 5  months, with proper diet , I was able to reduce 13 kgs of my weight. And guess what my back pain is completely gone now. Now I run for >5 Kms daily in 20 mins and also cycle for another 5 -10 kms with my yoga and stretches - everyday.

I fought my sickness, I overcame my resistance, I conquered my limits and then 
I ran 10 kms in 53 minutes in Pinkathon 2015 at Pune . I am back in my lean profile that I had in my school days.The first thing I did after completing the 10 Km run is calling my neuro surgeon and tell him about my accomplishments.

All this suffering, pain , hardships that I thought I have endured in my Life just vanished when I witnessed Visually challenged and physically restrained girls competing in 5K/10K runs.They truly justified their name #Adventures_beyond_barriers. It was a moment of immense inspiration and pride to be a part of such an initiative. There were women of age 70 - 80 years who completed Pinkathon. I would love/dream to be that capable and motivated when I reach their age.

The bottom line is :

" Nothing - absolutely nothing,  stops us from having a healthy life style. We are our own mentors as well as inspiration. Being fit for Life and challenges to be faced is OUR responsibility.

This courage , this strength and will power is the real BEAUTY , Oh wonderful women, which is never gonna perish "

Live Life to the fullest !!!!
Be in pink of Life and Health !!! 

Be a part of Pinkathon and take immense pride in it !!!!

#Pinkathon Pune
#Fitness
#Life 
#Adventures_beyond_barriers 
#Real_women_real_beauty

PS: If you like this post or have some views about the story please leave your comments below. Thanks for reading. !
Read my other work at :
http://beingkinksha.blogspot.in/

तुम्हारी याद आती है !

चाय की चुस्कियों में बीच में जब
मन की कोई, बात आती है
सन्नाटे  में अकेले में जब नहीं
तेरी आवाज़  आती  है,

         तुम्हारी  याद आती है !

पीते हुए ही बीच में
हिम्मत छूट जाती  है
एक सिगरेट अकेले मेरे लिए 
काफी हो जाती है,

            तुम्हारी  याद आती है  !

बिस्तर पर पड़े हुए घंटों
हर रोज़, देर रात  तक
दिन भर की थकन के  बाद भी
 'नींद' जब नहीं आती

            तुम्हारी  याद आती है !

वो चादर स्याह आसमां की
जो हर रात ओढ़ती है   
कि जिसमें चाँद की
 धूमिल सी रेखा, झिलमिलाती है

सन्नाटे में वो झींगुर की
बेसुरी सी राग में जब
तुम्हारे गुनगुना के पास आने की
आहट नहीं आती,

              तुम्हारी  याद आती है !

बहोत हैं रंग मेरे श्रृंगार में
चमकती काजलों की धार  में
मेरे चेहरे  पे फिर सुर्खी
ये कैसे छूट जाती है

               तुम्हारी  याद आती है !


बहोत सोचा की अब इस सम्मान को भूल कर
चली आऊं  तुम्हारे पास में, एक बार फिर  से दौड़ कर
मगर क्या मालूम, क्या मालूम -कि चाहते हो तुम भी यूँ ही ?
ये सोचते ही हिम्मत छूट जाती है ,

                 तुम्हारी  याद आती है  !

The real A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E - 'Tashan'

Hey Dude , just check that girl out,  what an attitude she carries in her Ray-Ban glasses.
Yaar, that manager of mine drives Audi and parks like he has is driving the moon. That son of a rich ...
Man, you look too casually middle classed , let's buy some designer/branded dresses for you and make you look like a Hero material.
Purchase this thing and you would be a star. Apply this makeup and wear high heels to be a Diva in show.
He is a legend  yaar, saw his sea view bungalow ? truly complements his posh looks ...

Wait a minute ---

Since when the "things" have become an attitude ? I thought attitude to be an attribute of a personality rather than an object. Attitude used to be carried inside a person. It is the in the uniqueness of the way person chooses to think, behave and reflect in actions. It is the way he approaches towards the solution of the problem which he hasn't ever encountered. It is in the most natural and spontaneous outpour of thoughts, behaviour and deeds. An attitude is what keeps man going when no one believes in him. It is the anchor that holds him in the turbulent times near the shore. It is handle of self help that comes in action when he falls and get a crash of self confidence.

  It can not be borrowed, faked or purchased in the form of dresses/cars/belongings.

       Attitude can't be learned, copied or transferred. It has to be developed. You know actors right ?
Even if they play a very strong role in some rowdy movie, that is just a character that lives in a fictitious world of cinema. That person/actor  may seem to be a strong epitome of so called attitude /strength but then -  he is a just a good actor. When you meet the person in reality he will just as knowledgeable and as deep as his experiences.  He gathers experiences by being open towards the crest and troughs of Life, by being aware and receptive, by knowing that there is a middle path and that things/people/Life are futile and mortal. One develops attitude by stop judging and caring too much of what people would think of him. One develops by doing something new, creating something fresh and nurturing the positive vibes. The one who is liberated and yet knows his limits, who is a critic and yet devoted. He is the one who is free and culminates motivation in those he comes in contact with.

One can not simply fake attitude.  One has to ( has to ) D-E-V-E-L-O-P it.

Even if you want to copy it, you have to practice it so diligently that you become what you are trying to portray.
On a lighter note, You know Uday Chopra right . He created much of a 'bhokal' in Dhoom ( his MNREGA) but can he stand facing real people and questions in personal interview ?

And then there is Irfan Khan, a  greater  Hero,  off the screen.

That my friend is a real and earned A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E !!

I am tired !

I am tired of this mess. I am fed up of seeing things scattered all around. I am tired of saving the left overs and seeing them fed to the insects and fungus. I have had enough of seeing things getting rotten, decomposed and decayed . I am tired of this natural procedure of decay of food, body and brain cells. I have seen the depletion of goals, morals and the soul. I have seen the growth of discontentment arising from all this mess around me. I have seen the excitement growing, coming down and then fading away in the routine. I am tired of routine and our natural desire to fit into one . I am tired of considering being settled in order to be happy, basically searching the happiness in WORLD's ways. I am bored of the world and people in it including myself, not because they harm me anyhow but because they ( including me ) have stopped inspiring me. All I see and do is uninspired and unmotivated actions leading to compliance. Compliance , Convention and Trend have always been a resistance for me - it still is. I did not grow up at all. 
           I am tired of coping with the relations. I am bored of hollowness in conversations. I freak out of the judgemental attitude when someone tries to be honest and self. I am tired of friends getting separated in meeting the ends of Life and moving on to various stages of Life. I hate being away from my Love and being unable to actually see him, when I need to. 
I hate being social and use social media inspite of spending most of my days right there. I am a loner and still hate being lonely. 
I am full of contradictions, when I want to take the decisions and rather too firm when probably things need flexibility. 
One thing that I always loved is to write, but took at the piece of shit I am writing after a long break. I am tired of taking breaks. Sometimes, I even forget what I am taking a break from. 
I am tired of not following my passions and already feel tired of dreaming. 
I am tired of whining or complaining but still I do so. .  You See??  .. I am so tired of remembering, I tend to forget all I was trying to remember. 
And you know what, now I am really tired of being tired too !! Lets's break the circle !!

ठहरना ही नहीं आता !!

हमें चलने की जल्दी है  , 
ठहरना ही नहीं आता 
पहुँचने की है ख्वाहिश  यूँ  
टहलना भी नहीं आता  !!

नज़ारे लाख हों  गुलज़ार 

रोशन रहती है जो बहार 
जिसे मंज़िल की जल्दी है 
उसे रास्ता नहीं भाता !!


मिलते हैं मुसाफिर यूँ तो 
 हज़ारों चाँद तारों से 
जिसे चस्का सुबह  का हो 
वो रतिया भूल जाता है   !!


मक़सद यूँ पड़े भारी 
मुलाकातों के चिलमन पर 
मंज़िल हासिल जो होती है 
तो रिश्ते टूट जाते हैं  !!


हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी 
जो साँसों पर हुई भारी 

कि सपने देखने से पहले ही
निंदिया टूट जाती है  !!


नशे में होश पा लेना 
शराब -ए -ज़िन्दगी  तुझ में 
जिसे दिल की लगी है वो 
अक्सर सोना भूल जाते हैं   !!

मोहब्बत पे किताबें छापने को 
यूँ तो शायर कई बैठे
दिलों में झाँकने को जब कहा 
पसीने छूट जाते हैं   !! 

The little Buddha as I would love to call him !!

"The little Buddha"  - as I would love to call him, was full of energy and light. The light (shine) that he transmitted was merely not a reflection, it was luminescence of inner peace. The calm in his eyes clearly, clearly provided a peep into the contentment that vested deep in his heart. The callousness and unawareness about the mundane stuff that we are in much endearment with, made him enlightened enough to ignore -  what doesn’t matter !  
The art of unknowing, un-bothering and un-fretting unnecessarily. 
 The kindness in his words and open acceptance for people/events made him remarkably attractive. He attracted you to talk to him, to be in awe of his loving glance, to look into his eyes  keeping aside all your wisdom and to listen to each and every word he used just to convey the futile thought which already has been conveyed from his eyes. 

He knew "thoda Hindi" , "partly English" , "Kannad gothila" and was adept in Tibetian , but he mastered a blessed language which was independent of words, it was a secret language which he knew and also the ones whom he chose to talk to.  He was destined to meet me , else why would he chose me to wake up out of a room full of yawning people in  a busy airport  lounge getting busier with each passing minute. He chose me to connect WIFI on his iPAD and iPhone. I woke up, bewildered and tried to help him but failed because of a the airport Wifi not being compatible with the MAC OS.  He was so warm and informal  in asking for help. He was not at all embarrassed in talking to a stranger and that too for a digital help in an age which coins the mastery of all the digital advancements - for no use. 

Then he started his conversation by asking where I am headed to on my journey. I fancied on the possibility of  philosophically answering my journey of Life to a monk but later I just smiled and said Pune and you ? He was heading to Leh, to meet his family which of course lives in a Buddhist  Monastery in Leh.  Then he enquired if I am a student in Pune. I joyed on the question (my weight-loss+workout plan works like wonder ;) )  and replied - 'no Sir , I work there!'
 He jumped on his seat crying - " noooo !!  you are so small, how can you work".  ( I told you his English was poor ;) ) I took this game of mutual admiration + surprises to next level to disclose that I have been working since 5 years. 
Man ! the excitement and the disbelief in his glassy eyes and his genuine broad smile was clearly captivating. Then he dropped a bomb by starting to talk in Hindi, I just didn’t realize that I too have replied in Hindi. Later, I asked  – "wait you know Hindi " ?   
He said oh! I love Hindi , how can people not talk in Hindi all the time , it's such a beautiful language. Indeed it is, but who accepts it? Definitely no one in these stereo typical societies of technocrats and corporate slaves. 

 He  was such a genuine and honest person. He accepted that he wasn't very good at English language and that I am very kind  that I am having a conversation with him.
 Then we went on talking about 
* loving one’s work
* being a monk
* how difficult was his renunciation
* about my visits to my parents 
* about my marriage and if I like someone
* about siblings
* about Tibetian markets and love of Indian women for the knitted woolens 
* about the diplomatic relationship and cooperation of India to Tibet.   
* about Soul, Karma , past and next birth
* about how they (monks)  feel that every enemy ( in current life ) could have been your worst foe  and vice versa.
* about how current parents could be just paying their debt of parenthood played by us or may be we have to do the same in next lives.
* about how Buddhism and Hinduism have so many common  principles 
* about how India - the origin for Buddhism has completely lost its valor while the rest of Asia hails in it’s light.

We talked and talked without realizing that we are two people with different nationality, follow different religious views and somehow are managing to converse on a common minimum distorted versions of the two languages – Hindi and English. We were tired ( physically) but still sought the rest in the conversations we were having. I stopped looking for a reclining chair in the lounge and was looking forward to do the security check – in when he said, let us have some tea and then we can take some walk. He wasn’t convinced that Tea and Chai are the one and the same. He believed when we order Chaii then they mix the milk else they give some kind of black tea. Silly, no ? So was he, in his knowledge about mundane worldly stuff. We had our tea in peace and over some conversation about Dr. Abdul Kalam (who passed away that very day) and Dalai Lama’s teachings along with His love for India. 
He said I am too wise ( about principles of Life) for my age :D and that I would make good progress towards achieving happiness and goals of Life. Amen, I said ! 

He said, I would get a nice life partner as I am a good person and also he would pray for the same. He told me about his family of 5 sisters and 2 brothers. How he decided to be a monk at age of 11 and his mother’s defiance towards his decision while his father’s support to bypass the conventional worldly way of Life. He was very passionate about his work – teaching Buddhism to his disciples. I asked him, if he ever found it difficult to keep his focus on this mode of life or the situations where he got attracted to worldly things. He honestly accepted that he used to get attracted to the beautiful girls ( like me he added :) ) but later, with practice and control he overcame this. He said he never regretted it, coz of the peace he derived out of it. We had another tea, as he insisted. 
Now, I wanted to check –in as it was 2:30AM already. He said, he would come along with me. 

As we were about to leave , there were three of DMRC officials who came to ask if we had any problem finding our flight or the respective gates. I complained about Air India not displaying the gate information  before three hours of flight. They checked the records and provided the info for my flight assuming that me and monk are together. I explained them that monk was heading to Leh and we do not come from the same place. I came from Lucknow and he was from Bangalore . It was hard to convince them that we met just a few hours back. They too, as expected were smitten by the shine and peace in the monk. They were telling + asking about  how beautiful is Leh , monasteries and if he frequently meets Dalai Llama. The Monk was not able to follow the fluent English of guys and looked towards me for all the answers. He said , she knows everything about me please ask her. Those guys were too smitten by his simplicity. They talked to us for another 30 minutes and parted after exchanging phone numbers   and taking some group pictures. 

Monk said let's move and we made the check ins together. He came to the terminal from where my flight was to take off. He said he wants to wait for me as his flight departs 40 minutes after mine. I found two reclining chairs and asked him to relax while charging my cellphone. While I caught some sleep, he went running to AI staff to ask when would my flight leave. When I woke up after a nap of 30 mins, he said  - "you can sleep more, I asked them (Air India) to wait for you till 4:30 as you were sleeping", with a broad smile.
 I replied  "thank you" ! 

He came to the last point to see me off, shake hands with me and said  - "thanks for being kind and talking to me for so long. I was feeling lonely". I said –" same here" and tried to return the genuine smile and compassionate look. 'Keep in touch' - he said.
" I will ",  I had to say!

#Journey_with_a_monk
#Unpredictable_Life
#In_conversation_with_a_stranger
#I_Love_Life !!

इस पार - खुद को हार कर !!

रोज़ "खुद" पे मखमली-सी, स्याह चादर डाल कर

निकलती हूँ घर से हर शब - सुबह, 

एक अथाह सी तलाश में 

मिलती हूँ सब लोगों से मगर ,

नयी सूरतों के हिजाब में   !!

तरसती है खाल-ऐ-रूह अब, सुनहरी धूप के स्पर्श को 

परतों में जिसको कैद कर ,
रखा हिफाज़त से कहीं

महफूज़ डरती फिर रही हूँ,

जाने किस लोक -लाज से !!

अपनी गुमनामी को मैं, हूँ ढूंढती रिश्तों के सूखे बाग़ में

पढ़ते हों जिंदगी का फलसफा ,

जैसे धर्मं, पोथी - पुराण में

सिमटी हो कल कल ये नदी  .. 

झीलों में समुन्दर जान कर !!

घुटती हुई सी आरज़ू, नासूर सी अब बन गई

गहराईयों से - डूबने से , साँसों की भी ठन गई

थमते नहीं जज़्बात, और एहसास मेरे अब मगर   

क्या पा रही हूँ और किसके  लिए

इस पार -  खुद को हार कर  !! 

                         इस पार -  खुद को हार कर  !!

माँ ने मेरे लिए एक गुड़िया भेजी है !!

माँ ने मेरे  लिए एक गुड़िया भेजी है... .. 

मेरे बचपन के कुछ पुराने कपड़ों में
उसको अपनेपन से सज़ा कर..
उसकी आँखों की चमक में
उसकी आवाज़ की चहक में
अपनी ही मासूम सी परछाईं को बसा कर ... ..


                 माँ ने मेरे  लिए एक गुड़िया भेजी है ... ..


प्यार भेजा है , सम्मान भेजा है
मेरे छुटपन के सपनों का सामान भेजा है
एक  खिलखिलाती हुई हंसी का पिटारा भेजा है
जो खुलते ही उजला हर मन कर देता है ... ..


माँ ने मेरी आवारगी- बेपरवाही में
सेंध लगा के रखने को
एक ज़िम्मेदारी का एहसास भेजा है ... ..


एक सोने की बाली भेजी है,
नाक की नथ , कुछ नए कपड़े भेजे हैं
मेरे फैशन वाले शौक से ले कर
ज़रूरत तक का इंतज़ाम भेजा है ... ..


                        माँ ने मेरे  लिए एक गुड़िया भेजी है ... ..


याद है मुझे , कुछ रोज़ पहले ,
यूँ ही माँ से इसरार किया  था
इस दूर देश में अकेले होने की शिकायत जताई थी
तभी माँ ने मुझे ये अपनेपन का उपहार  भेजा है ... ..

कुछ मठरी - नमकीन भेजी है ,
 दशेहरी आम की चाशनी में मिला कर
मेरे अकेलेपन के खातिर -
ये मीठी दवा की पुड़िया भेजी है ... ..

                    माँ ने मेरे  लिए एक गुड़िया भेजी है ... ..


माँ ने बोलती हुई एक
" चंदा की कटोरी" भेजी है ,
तन्हा रातों में नींद दिलाती हुई ,
एक बेहद सुरीली "लोरी" भेजी है ... ..

ऐसी ज़िन्दगी की भीड़ में ,
जब लोग अक्सर खुद को खो देते हैं
माँ ने मेरे बचपन की मेरी,
मासूमियत वाली तस्वीर भेजी है ... ..


माँ खुद नहीं आ पाई ,
तो  गुड़िया के मोह में
अपने निश्छल ममता का
स्वरुप भेजा है ... ..

जिसको मैंने भगवान् से दुआओं में माँगा था
अपनी पीठ पे बिठा के सैर कराती थी
फटकारा , दुलारा , सिखाया
नाजों से जिसकी हिफाज़त की थी  ... ..

माँ ने फिर से -

          वही मेरी बचपन  वाली गुड़िया भेजी है !!

                                                          

कागा रे !!

कागा रे , 

काहे भीगे  है तू ?

निपट निठुर बरसातों में।  

क्यों बैठे है तू पहरों तक, 

बेहिस मानुस की,
 मुंडेरों पर ?

 जो ना दें बसेरा , 
ना  डालें  दाना 

अपने भी रिश्ते नातों को ।  

जो खाली कमरों के महल बने खड़े हैं 

हैं खाली,
सोच - एहसासों से भी।  

जितने वीराने ये घर, मकां  हैं ,

उतने  खोखले, 
ये - इन्सां  हैं।  

क्या झांके है तू , 
उस पर क्षितिज के ?
किसके आने की आस लिए है ?

कोई दैवीय  चमत्कार होना है ?
या स्वर्ग मार्ग से , 
देव  दूत  आने  हैं   ?

 या यूँ ही टोह  लगाता  है 
हर घर ,
अतिथि के आने की ?


क्या  कोई,
काली कोयल थी ?
मीठी-मीठी बातों वाली।  

क्या छोड़ गई है तुझको भी ?
वो,
कहीं नहीं जो बसती थी।  

अरे जा रे कागा , 
ये बारिश भी 
आज जंग ही फाने बैठी है।  

तेरे हठ  को - तेरी हिम्मत को 
क्यों आज
 डुबाने बैठी है ?

जा जा रे कागा , दूर  कहीं 
किसी जंगल में ,
किसी पर्वत पर।  

एक नीड़ बसा , एक छाँव बना  
बस खुद का , 
या फिर साथ किसी 

ना ढूढ़ अथाह आसमानों में 
कोई चमत्कार
 होने की आहट।  

ना कर  बिछड़ों के , 
फिर से ,
लौटने की चाहत।  

तू  खुदी है ,
खुद ही है खुदा ,
अरे अब, जा रे कागा , जा उड़ जा !!

ये रिश्ता ज़िन्दगी से सना है !!

सौ बार बिखरा, जा कर फिर बना है 
हमारा ये रिश्ता "ज़िन्दगी" से सना है ।  

डूबे हैं - साँसों से हार कर,
उबरे भी तो , तेरी साँसों को थाम कर ।  

तरसे भी हैं तेरे पाश के लिए 
झगड़े भी हैं -  दूर जाना है ।  

चाहें भी थे - अधिकार तुमको दें 
शिकायतें करीं, जब अधिकृत किये गए ।  

आज़ाद उड़ानें  भरनी है , 
मेरे आसमां का विस्तार तुम तक हो ।  

भ्रम भी लगी है ज़िन्दगी, 
कभी सत्य - सार प्रेम ही । 

कभी मोह में थी लिप्त भी  ,
कभी बुद्ध की विरक्ति सी ।  


खुद से उबरने का भी तो , 
रास्ता भी तुम से है बना ।  

सौ बार बिखरा, फिर बना  
है ये रिश्ता - "ज़िन्दगी " से सना ।  

दीवार पर लटकी हुई पुरानी तस्वीर

 एक वक़्त के बाद, रिश्ते
 घर की किसी दीवार पर लटकी हुई  पुरानी तस्वीर ,
 या पड़े हुए पोस्टर्स जैसे हो जाते हैं ,
 जिनकी महज़ मौजूदगी भर रह जाती है , एहमियत नहीं ।

हम उन्हें रोज़ देखने के इतने आदी हो जाते हैं  कि
हमारे एहसासों से कोसों दूर , वो पोस्टर्स
बेजान दीवार का एक हिस्सा लगते ह ैं।

सुबह शाम गलती से नज़र  चली भी जाती है तो ,
बेज़ार सी आँखें, वापिस अपने काम में यूँ लग जाती हैं,
जैसी जिनको अभी देखा उन्होंने पुरानी तस्वीरों में ,
उनसे - "अब" कोई ख़ास वास्ता  नहीं रहा ।

गुज़री ज़िन्दगी की सुनहरी यादें थीं जैसे ,
बीत  गईं । 
यूँ की जैसे उनका हमारे वर्तमान से ,
या फिर यूँ ही चला तो भविष्य  में भी ,
कोई स्थान न होगा । 

वो बस हमारी यादों को सजाने का काम करती हैं ,
और हाँ दुखी करने का भी ।
जब यादों के पल वर्तमान थे ,
रिश्तों में गर्माहट थी , प्रेम था ।  
 
वो वक़्त याद आता है तो बुरा लगता है ।
उन तमाम एहसासों की नश्वरता  पर , 
अफ़सोस होता है, निराशा भी । 
झुंझलाहट होती है ।

तस्वीरें कितनी भी खूबसूरत हों,
एहसासात से ज्यादा तो नहीं हो सकतीं ना । ।

Why be professional !!

I am seriously appalled by this rampant trend of being professional becoming the default human behavior.
You might have heard this as one of the most common suggestion or comment for all the situations related to people or relationships not being handled properly.

You have a colleague hitting on you - 'Ignore, Be polite, just be professional.'
You like someone at work - 'C'mon don't go showing this up , be professional'
Being bugged up by the flatmates - ' Why do you care, just be professional naa'.
You are hurt by a comment from someone you have been knowing since a long time, but you do not want to confront them , why, because this is a small world and your paths may cross someday. You end up being professional with them and foster that un-vented expression for all such future instances. Congratulations !

You meet a new person , just be professional, otherwise that person may get a wrong impression of you.
You find some joke good or a person funny, you like some company, but rather be professional and against the will - try to avoid meeting him/her too frequently.
You genuinely liked the dress/looks/words of a person, don't just go and complement them, be professional and keep the calm.
There is this relative of yours who is always jealous of you family and its achievements, but stay humble, bear their nonsense shit, stay professional.

Give me a break !!

Guys,
Since when this ' being professional ' became the new default human behavior. Do you really think you would have been even remotely able to develop the kind of relationship that you have with your crazy friends using this stinking professionalism ? You remember how easily we used to get glued in childhood to like minded kids ?
You stay in my locality and play football -- great Friends from now on!
You like to go on long running sessions just laughing and dodging - hurray, we are friends.
Oh Wow, you too enjoy these monsoon pours like crazy me , unhindered by the prospective thrashing back home - I have a new daring bravo brother no matter what age/gender/religion !
You are planning to get a pink lehenga for your doll's marraige , Perfect ! I love pink.
Your lunch box is tastier than mine - khabbu  Friends  :D
You shared the chilled rasna from your water bottle - love you my friend.

This , my friend, is the natural exhibition of human behavior.

We scared crows, what are we so afraid of ? Why display of emotions bother you so much ? Why do we need  an accolade from folks for your so called strength which is nothing but emotional cowardice and escapism from the nature .
What we are doing may be a diplomacy, hypocrisy , pretension, camouflage or simply non sense quest.
If we gonna follow diplomacy, what the heck are diplomats going to do ? Who are we .. - the nations restoring painful ties in times of war against terrorism ?
Why do we do a +1 to the hypocrites, there is a world full of them.
Be professional at your profession. Life is your real profession, please practice it with some sense of  natural professionalism. Please !
Just un-fake it guys, be native , natural, outgoing and real !
Cheers to Life !

Looking beautiful / Being beautiful ...

 
 Well there is a difference. A big one actually.

Looking beautiful has to do with your skin, your hairs , the colours you use and the way you pose for pictures. It shows in your attitude and confidence. It reflects in the way you walk, the tact with which you put your sensous glance on someone or something . The way you choose to regulate your smile to photogenic extent and make it look perfect. It is about knowing your body and using it best to reflect your beauty.
You may use some make-up in order to accentuate the curves and make them visibly noticeable. You do it as many fail to see the beauty in you , they need the outlines .. they need the borders.

 Looking beautiful is not a gift from God, it's a realisation  - self realisation. It is not an accomplishment.

What did you do to be beautiful? 
If at all someone did , it was your parents ;-) They did something and you were born - good looking :)
You exercise to maintain your looks and accessorise to amplify it further. Before you step out , you do a rehearsal and leave with pride , keeping your head high wearing your latest heels on some unsung beats of music playing inside your head. You made the heads to turn, with amazement all over their faces. You very well noticed folks losing the track of what they were doing , you saw them skip a heartbeat and you showed no signs that you noticed ;-)

That's so wicked of you - you " good looking gal " !!

However , being beautiful is something different. It has pretty less to do with the way you look , it's more about well-being. It may be simply being healthy , being fit for Life , a life that you love living or dream of living.  Yes , being beautiful means to have dreams and being ready to work for them. 

 

   

     
 Being beautiful - is being creative , being funny, being strong and being loving. A beautiful person can see beauty in beings , even in the crudest of their forms. Beauty is honesty even if it offends someone. 

Beauty is being hard/strong, to be blunt to yourself ( and others ) if it takes you to realisation. Being beautiful is to have compassion in your hearts, to be open to Life, to be grateful for all you have got and to create best out of it.
 Being beautiful is to realise the beauty in self, to make others realise their's . It is in the glitter of your eyes when you are beaming with ideas. It is in the cunning smile when you are hiding a mischief. It is in the roars of laughter when you are genuinely happy and it echoes all around you. It is in the playful chase of your friend for fun. It is in the fierceness of the arguments when you are fighting for your correct thinking, for a cause. It is in your loud voice when with valour you take on any injustice around. It is in the fearlessness with which you take on the world and people in it. 
It's is in the sport you play, and play it so well, that they overlook the look. It is in the way you dance at your tunes all the time caring least about the audience. It is in the randomness of your behaviour and the true shades from too loving to extremely awful. 

It is in the confidence which is based on deeper experiences of Life and realisation of your true self. It's in the carelessness of your hanging locks, fanned by the breeze commanding immense freedom. Have you ever seen a girl with free soul, may be the one tagged as wild/crude, who doesn't laughs but roars, who is at times called Drama Queen for being emotional, who expresses without any concerns of impressions, who doesn't seek your balm of pity/assistance and you end up calling her high headed or conceited. 
She, my dear is beautiful. 
Beauty commands respect which can not be denied. Being beautiful is being true to your self without seeking any form of social/collective approvals. Being beautiful is to be able to love.

It is much deeper and far more lasting than the looks, make-up, style, fashion, trend, glamour and fame.

"Being beautiful is just BEING YOU in your best and happiest  form."

#real_beauty
#Life 
#Realisation
#looking_good
#being_beautiful

ये बारिशें !!!

वो भी एक दौर था,
जब बारिशें द॓खत॓ ही
तुम याद आ जात॓ थ॓.
और याद आ जात॓ थ॓
वो तमाम खूबसूरत लम्हे ..
जो दूर रह कर भी हमन॓
साथ में गुजार लिए थ॓ ।

जान॓ कैस॓ वो फ़ुहारें
समझ और दूरियोॱ की स्वरचित  
धूल को शाँत करत॓ हुए
मुझ॓ अँतरमन तक गीला कर जाती थी ..
और मैं - माटी एक स॓ सोन्धे  हो जात॓ थ॓ ।।

कैसे  मेरे मगन मन का मोर
तुम्हें  बादलों  में तलाशते,
अपनी ही किसी मदमस्त धुन पर नाचते हुए..
ये सोचता था कि
कहीं तो किसी बादल कि ओट से छुप कर
तुम भी मुझे यूँ ही देख कर खुश हो रहे होंगे...

तब ऐसे ख्यालों  में घूमते हुए
दोनों के हिस्से कि बारिश में
अकेली ही भीग लेती थी मैं..
फिर तौलिए से अपनी जुल्फेन आज़ाद करते हुए
आईने में खुद को  निहार के इतरा भी लेती थी
और अपनी ही आगोश में सिमट कर थोड़ी कम सर्द हो जाती थी!!

हाँ थोड़ी कम सर्द..
अब काफी सर्द हो गई हूँ
शायद इसलिये अब दूरीयॉ ज़्यादा  हावी  हो जाती हैं और अपनी आगोश से सर्दी नहीं जाती
अब..

woh --merii -- maaa -- THI--

woh --merii -- maaa -- THI--

jo meri jeevan dhaara thi ,
jo pehla pyaar hamara thi ...

har pal  khayal toh vo mera , mujhse bhi jyada rakhti thi 
har shaam mere ghar aane tak , chaukhat taakti rehti thi...

meri khushiyan -- mere sapnon ka , haal usey sab rehta tha 
khud se bhi jyada usko -- meri "hifazat" ka khayal rehta tha ..

jo galti karne par kabhi yun daant dia toh karti thi ..
par shaam andhere mein chupp kar,  khud roya fir karti thi ..

      woh --- meri  MAA thi .... 

 jisne mujhko chalna sikhaya ,hansana sikhaya 
jeeevan dia , vishwaas bhi , usne mujhe jeena sikaya...

jo baba ki bhi himmat thi 
chahat hi nahi ikk "aadat" thi ..

      woh --- meri  MAA thi .... 

 jo padiii abhi hai shaant bhavv se ,
"sejj pe antim" --- jeevan ki ...

ankhein kiye hai vo band , dhadkan bhi naaa uski chaltii hai 
par rooh se uske abhi bhi -- bus duaaa hi nikla karti haiii ...

       woh --- meri  MAA thi .... 

 "thi" nahin vo "hai" abhi bhi  -- aesa ye duniya kehti hai ..
kuch b ho jae par hamesha "MAA" toh "MAA" hi rehti hai ...

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