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Albums


puraani albums rakhi hain,

rakhi rehti hain,

aaj mein jeene ki zaroorat,

inhein kuchh bhula sa deti hain.

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kabhi-kabhi padh jaati hai nazar inpe,

aur phir bebas hoke,

haath ruktey nahin,

albums khul hi jaati hain.

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bachpan ke pal, diwaali, holi,

basant panchami, garmi ki chhuttiyaan,

kabhi aise hi baraamdey mein baithe hue –

tasveer’on se yaad aate hain woh saare din.

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birthday parties, apni aur dost’on ki,

jinmein thay gubbarey aur streamers,

passing the parcel, musical chairs,

mummy ka banaaya hua cake, chowmein aur ribbon sandwiches.

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garmi ki chhutiyaan,

dehradun mein naani ka ghar,

kabhi nainital, ek baar shimla,

papa ka birthday june ki garmi mein.

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mera bachpan, mummy aur papa –

tasveerein puraani lagti hain,

par yaadein taaza hain abb tak,

aur rishta bhi rahega bilkul waisa hi.

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ek tasveer hai jismein mummy ka hara dupatta hai mere sar par,

aur godi mein hai gaurav, abb saahil –

mummy ki nakal kartey-kartey,

tab se, abb tak aa gaye, aur kuchh badla nahin.

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mere bachpan ka aadha hissa,

jiskey bina zindagi ka jigsaw adhoora hai.

aur phir hum dono ke bachpan mein ek aur ka judna,

jo abb lagti hai jaisey kabhi alag thi hi nahin.

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dono door, apney sapno’n ko sach kartey hue,

aagey ki zindagi ki dehleez par khadhey,

phone par rakhtey hue hum sab ko saath,

dikhaatey hue apni nayi duniyaa’ein humein bhi apney saath.

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meri zindagi ke jigsaw mein ek aur juda,

jo nahin bhi milta, toh zindagi ko hamesha lagta

ke kuchh hai adhoora, jis zindagi ko iss safar mein milna tha,

woh abhi tak mili nahin.

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unn bhooli hui albums mein,

jud rahi hain humaari nayi yaadein,

digital camera ne kar diya aur bhi aasaan,

chhote-chhote pal, surakshit hain computer mein.

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facebook par hum sab duniya se baant’tey –

apna rishta, dosti aur beshart pyaar,

humaari khushiyaan, aur ye bejod paagalpan,

albums dikh jaati hain, toh ye saare pal phir se jee lete hain hum.

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[Cross posted on the new blog.]

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Happy Women’s Day


…to all of you women, and to all the men so they can be thankful for the all the women in their lives.

What would you all do without us, no? And, just so this doesn’t sound sexist, we’d be incomplete without you all too. 🙂

If I’d to be thankful to only one woman, though – that would be my best friend and my Mom. Going by what Nancy Friday and Simone de Beauvoir say, I have only mostly you to thank for me being the woman I am, Ma. 🙂

For all of you who live in the NCR, please do go and get your hands on today’s TOI, and turn to Page 17. And, yes – drumroll please – that is my Mom’s article on the bottom left of the page.

For all those who can’t get the Delhi edition, here it is:

(Click picture to enlarge)

Mom's Article

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Is it possible…


…for a sibling to be a part of your heart?

It is, isn’t it? Because that’s the only person who’s shared your childhood with you, in every way. And you’re bound together not just by blood, but by memories of the most everlasting kind.

Maybe it gets stronger if you’re the older sibling, and the not-so-little-anymore brother is the youngest in the family, and the apple of everyone’s eyes.

Our Brat had a horrid, horrid accident on Dusshera night last year, and it was the kind of night none of us ever, ever want to spend again. Even the thought of it sends a shiver down one’s spine. It was also the kind of night that made you believe in the goodness of strangers. And in the benefits of a seatbelt.

He was in bed for two months after the accident, and went back to work towards the end of December.

That one night, and all the other scrapes he’s gotten into (and gotten us into), will probably always make us think the worst, fear the worst. And it isn’t fair. To him, and to us.

So, sorry Brat – for freaking out again last night. Love you. 🙂

Older posts on the Brat: Here, here and here.

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The first day of the rest of his life


So, my little baby brother seems to have grown up – officially.

He’s left home to join a very prestigious course at a very prestigious institute – and it’s just what he’d wanted – and he’s happy – and so am I. 🙂

He’s lived at home way longer than I have. He was born in Meerut, and then lived there through school, and then way lucky enough to have an option to join the Institute of Hotel Management in Meerut. He’s done with college too now, and has gotten through what he’d wanted, and has moved into the new hostel just a couple of days ago.

He started classes yesterday, and he’s loving it!

Mom, Papa and I are just happy that our Brat finally has some discipline in his life! The poor boy has to wake up at 5:30 and go do P.T.!! The idiotic, lazy boy who didn’t bathe till you pushed him into the bathroom and locked him inside, is now bathing that early in the morning, and getting dressed in formals and going to class! Oooh, how I love it! *evil laughter*

Here’s wishing him all the happiness and love, and all the fun and hard work, and all of what he loves the most! 🙂

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The loveliest dog in the world


 

Candy

Candy’s 20th birthday is on the 10th of April. In human years, that means a hundred-and-forty years. She died yesterday, on the 30th of March.

She was the loveliest dog in the world. So human that she’d understand facial expressions. The slightest raising of one eyebrow would make her cock her head to the right side and look at you, as if to ask what’s up?

She’d go thirsty for hours, but wouldn’t drink water from a bowl. You just needed to pass by, for her to get up and start prancing around the sink, looking all happy and hopeful that you’d stop and put on the tap for her. And then she’d happily drink fresh running water.

We’d take her for picnics and she’d run around in crazy circles till she was completely exhausted. And then she’d sit quietly in the car on the ride back home.

At this same picnic spot, there was this little lake with pedal boats. Candy saw Mom standing at the opposite end of this lake, and wagged her tail and jumped into the water – and swam across to reach Mom. Of course, then she got stuck since she couldn’t climb out from the water on to the cemented edges, and looked at Mom with panic on her face – till she was pulled out of the lake.

Even though we had a male dog in the house also, she didn’t ever get pregnant till she was 6 or 7 years old. And the first time that she did, none of her pups survived. I remember taking 4 days off from school because she’d trust me to look after her pups. Also becuaes she was never a very good mother – would just get up and walk away while her pups were still feeding. All of these pups from the first litter would start shivering one by one, and all the other pups would leave that one alone – and then this horrid coldness that I’ll never forget, would start creeping upwards from their paws, and slowly each of them would just die. I held most of them when they were dying, and cry with Candy. One night, exhausted with the crying, I went to bed and left Candy on her bed with the pups, in one corner of my room. Another of the pups started shivering, and Candy gently picked up the little thing in her mouth, came up to my bed and put her front paws up and whined and cried till it woke me up. And I woke up to see her standing with her dying puppy in her mouth, and her eyes asking me to help her babies. I’ll never forget that feeling of complete and utter helplessness.

Candy would always know if you were upset. I remember crying with her sitting next to me, licking me gently.

Her favourite food was fruits. All fruits, but especially mangoes and papayas. Also, roasted sweet potato. Though I always wondered how they were her favourites, since she never chewed anything. Would just open her mouth, grab the fruit you offering greedily, and gulp it down. All the dogs in our house got two meals a day. But one of us would always feed Candy at lunch as well. After finishing our food, we’d take an extra roti and feed her whatever it was that we were having. And she loved it. She loved paneer a lot too.

Through the last 20 years, we’ve had other dogs too. But that’s all they were – pet dogs. Candy was like everyone’s baby. And she knew that too. When we got our Dachshund pup home, she spent the first 3 days being scared of this almost-hairless little black thing with long ears and a straight long tail. And soon she was dragging him around the house with one of those long floppy ears in her mouth.

She’s been steadily growing old, but the last couple of years saw her getting thick cataract in both her eyes. Her hearing went. She could always smell as well though. She had trouble standing up. And would sleep a whole lot. But she never lost her puppy-like happiness and jumpi-ness ever. Except the last week.

My brother spent two nights sitting up with her, trying to put water with Electral in her mouth, through an empty syringe. He tried papaya too. It looked like she was getting better. Yesterday morning, Mom gave her her medicine and she went back to sleep. Her breathing was raspy. And then around 10:30 in the morning, Mom was told that Candy wasn’t breathing any more.

Mom and Papa went to the community park opposite our house, dug a hole near the back wall of the ground, and buried her.

We all miss her. I can’t imagine a lovelier dog than her. And I’ll always wish I could’ve gone home to Meerut and sat with her sometime in the last week.

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Guest Post – G here!


This post is due to Threedrinksahead’s subtle, sly efforts at somehow initiating me, if not to start a blog, then at least to do a guest post here. Not that I have anything against blogging, or bloggers, in fact I think most bloggers are interesting people to know, and love reading their stuff, but then it’s an altogether different ball game to start one for yourself – anyway, ‘nuf said.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
Truthfully I don’t know, a part of me would want to ask – why couldn’t you have cheated on me with a pretty woman!?  Seriously, I would just walk away and not look at another woman for a really long time… I think basically steer clear of everyone and everything until I can think clearly.

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
Right now, it would be to make everyone around me who I care the most for –  Healthy, Happy and at peace with the world particularly in that order (I know how much this is needed right now).


3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
Right now, its a raffle between the person on top of threedrinksahead’s list, and some dastardly relatives… ohh yes, and the people who call themselves the Indian / Deccan Mujahideen (IM/DM) in the news. Some of these are dead now but the remaining can have their share too.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Buy a House, a BMW 5 series, a Harley and then Travel across India on a shoe string budget cuz I don’t think I’ll have much else left after all this.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
Ditto. I did.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
I think it works best when you have loved someone, and then have someone else fall in love with you, cuz then you really figure out what it’s like.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
I didn’t, which actually turned out to be a good thing for me…3rd time lucky.

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Find out if she’s into clandestine affairs!

9. If you’d like to act with someone, who will it be? Your GF/BF or an actress/actor?
Depends on the scene we are acting out!

10. What takes you down the fastest?
People I love being sad or unwell. And not feeling satisfied and happy at work. People expecting me to be unlike how I really am.

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?
Happy – with two kids, a faithful dog, our two cats, Aanchal, and a nice home with a big garden. And my sisters and dad with me. And a nice boutique Cafe with a book shop on the side!

12. What’s your fear?
Losing the people I love. Nothing that scares me more than that.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Aanchal – The love of my life.  

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
Single and rich.

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
Look at the time and go ohhh shit! I have  only 5 mins to get ready for work.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
Yes. Always have given it all for anything I do.

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
Never happened. It’s one person at a time for me. 

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?
Forgive maybe. Forgetting, though, would depend on how it affected me.

19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?
Having  a relationship.

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Finally!


The number of people who left comments on my Dad’s article finally made him do what I’ve been wanting him to do for years now.

He started his blog! Finally.

Thank you, people! 🙂

His next article shall be coming up here.

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