Monday, December 31, 2012

THE LAST POST

This is my last post
Of the last day
Of the lengthy year
2012 for all of you
I wish you a safe New year
Just like we wish Happy and safe Diwali
This time the year yearns for the wish of
A secure and Happy new year
Dont surrender before the crooks
I'm sure we cook up a stringent law soon
Till then stay alert, be vigilant and not to forget
Your never-fading smile
A smile for which the world smiles
A smile at which the year smiles
This all smiles are to be smiled by you.
Smile these smiles before the smile smiles out.

:) :) :)

Sunday, December 30, 2012

LOVE OVER STUBBLE

The big zingy eyes under the black fur mask enraptured Varun. Amongst ten other artists playing "Ramleela", his eyes were fixed on just one character "Jamvant". From tip to toe, Tanya was wrapped in black-hairy dress with the beard mask giving her a manly look. The fulminant ligament stretch of Varun brought Tanya in spotlight. She could mimic the man's voice well. Dramatics was not her cup of tea but she tried to brew a coffee to fit in the place.

Stageplay scene:
 Ram, Laxman, Hanuman, Jamvant and Vanar-sena standing at the sea-shore musing over the present snag of how to cross the sea to check for Sita ji's whereabouts in Ravana's captivity.

The lights get focussed on Jamvant. His (actually her) entire face is masked. Only her big eyes seemed moving with her hands making gestures in symphony with the dialogues. She played fairly at this avocation.

The play-coordinator and the fellow members , all were holding their breath while she enacted. As the curtain fell, the audience applauded with whistles and clapping. And the loudest to be heard was of Varun. He was so enthralled that he tried to stand up raising his hands down until the strain in his leg pitched out his cry.

Tanya rushed from the backstage to hold him in her arms. As she curled round her arms around his waist to help him walk to the car, he softly whispered in her ears, " Thank- you".She gently rose her masked face and fluttered her eyelids saying , " Anything for you Sir!!".

Tanya drove back to their apartment. The whole way none of them uttered a word. The music playing spoke both of their hearts out.
     It's in the silences,
the words you never say
I see it in your eyes,
it always starts the same way
It seems like everyone we know,
is breaking up
Does anybody ever stay in love, anymore?
 
I promise you,
from the bottom of my heart
I will love you till death do us part
I promise you as a lover and a friend
I will love you like I never love again
With everything I am.

They reached their home in a jiff of 15 minutes. Tanya helped Varun through the lift to their bedroom. He sprawled on the bed and propped his right leg on soft pillows. The wicked night seemed to have caught him added with the saviour performance of Tanya. He started singing .


Don't love me for fun, girl
Let me be the one, girl
Love me for a reason
Let the reason be love.
 
 
Tanya was still in the shoes of Jamvant and bited witting ,"Jai Shree Ram ". Varun winked at her. He could no longer wait to sit at a distance from his beloved. He wide opened his arms asking Tanya for a cuddling embrace. Tanya rolled her eyes and spoke from under the mask, " Let me remove this beardy mask."
 
 
Varun insisted her to sit in his lap ( just one leg-lap, the right leg was under strain). She felt embarrassed and her cheeks blushed but weren't visible under the mask. She then gently stepped towards him holding the solution in her hand to remove the mask easily and fell in his strong arms. He hugged her more tight and said ," You are my heart."
 
He let her loose and held her beardy face in his hands.
"What if  you too have a dense thicket like this always??", he cracked.
"Then you will have to crave for an interlocked lip kiss", she blatantly replied.
 
He looked straight into her eyes. Hastened to remove that beardy mask from her fair face with utmost care. As the mask was being pulled off , the skin was resisting its leave.
"See your skin is kissing the mask", he articulated.
 
She didn't hollo even a single time. She was in the most caring hands. The mask was being slowly separated from the skin and the beautiful face of Tanya was peeping out. The mask was still half- unplugged but he couldn't resist himself as soft pink lips unveiled from beneath the mask. He pulled her face close to his. She shyly looked down and closed her eyes. Varun caressed her lips moving his fingers over the silhouette of her lips and in no time interlocked his lips with hers.
 
 
 
Both were growing restless. The heat of love had aroused them. A strand of fibre-hair from the half-hanging beard made its way into Varun's mouth. He at once jerked right in the middle of action.
He blurted, " What is it?? ".
Tanya unaware of the strand- trouble passed a questioning look.
"Jamvant ji doesn't allow this", he said raising his brows , pulling out the strand smeared in his saliva.
She gripped the whole scene and laughter gags wafted into the air.
 
Tanya changed into her nightie. By the time Varun was lost in some deep thought. As Tanya slid into the bed, pensive Varun gently took her hands in his and softly said, " Sorry!!!".
Tanya got shocked and seated in a jump," What happened??".
 
 
"From tomorrow onwards I'll shave every evening. That single strand spoiled my whole mood. Now I understand why you always run away when I carry stubble. You never pushed me to get rid of it unlike others' wives. But the red rashes on your delicate face because of my prickly stubble says it all. Why didn't you scold me earlier??" , said the sorry Varun.
 
She smiled at him and said, " You man are so stubborn that our every suggestion seems an order to you. So I just gave you your time to realize your stubble- trouble".
 
Varun assured her with his eyes bowing down. Tanya stretched her hand in the side-by drawer and carried out a gift.
"This is for you.", she said in her most kindling tone.
Varun was flabbergasted with this odd-time present. "For me?? Why?? ".
"Just open it", she said.
 
When he unwrapped the box, he found a Gillete Shaving kit.
 
"Ahh!! You naughty Menace!!", he turned to her.
 
She shrugged her shoulders and said with a deceptive smile," The beard -strand  was all a plotted one just to make you realize your bristles spoil the love. I dont like you being a beard buddy."
 
He was amazed by her witty plan. He put the gift into use and a few moments later went close to her with the clean fragrance , switched off the lamp to interlock her in dark.
 
 
 
PS : This post written by me should be taken as an audacious step to sit under the Eiffel. All characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to any living or my life. Thank -you BLOGADDA for making me write an extremely out-of-the-blue post.
 
 
This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with BlogAdda.com

Friday, December 28, 2012

कश्मकश


नहीं बयां कर पाऊँगी कभी
अपना हाल - ए - दिल तेरे सामने
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


तू ना जान सका मेरे दिल में छुपा राज
कभी ना जान पाएगा मेरी खामोशी का राज
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.

 
रुसवा नहीं हूँ तुझसे, पर अपनी जिंदगानी से
थमा दी किसी के दिल की डोर मेरे हाथो में
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


खता नहीं ये तेरी, मेरी ही लाचारी है
हीरे को ठुकराकर दर- दर की ठोकर खानी है 
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


मै नहीं वो खुशनसीब जिसे तू खुश रख सके
मै वो हूँ जो तुझे कभी खुश कर नही सकती
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


दोस्ती मे प्यार ढूंढती रही तेरी रूह
संसार मे खुद को तलाशती मेरी रूह है 
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.

 
पल-दो-पल की ख़ुशी, जीवन भर का गम
ऐसे नहीं महफूज रह सकते हम
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


पनाह दे ना सकी एक घायल परिंदे को
माफ़ करना ऐ- खुदा इस बेबस बंदी को 
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


टूट जाएँगे कई दिल, थम जाएंगी कई सांसे 
जो ना जोड़ पाई मै एक टूटी हुई ईमारत
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


निकल पड़ी हूँ एक ज्योत जलाने 
छोड़ एक का साथ,दूजो को मिलाने
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.


बख्श देना मुझे नादाँ समझकर
नही कर पाई एक दिल की हिमायत
ये कैसी मुश्किल है, ये कैसी कश्मकश है.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

LIEBSTER BLOG AWARD

 
At the starting of this month I received an unexpected nomination for the Liebster Blog Award.

What is the Liebster Blog Award exactly? Leibster is a German word meaning dearest. However, in the context of blog writing, it can also mean favourite. The award is given to bloggers who have less than 200 followers in acknowledgement of the good articles and posts they have written. In presenting a fellow blogger with the reward, the nominee is encouraging him/her to continue creating interesting and inspiring posts.


Liebster Blog Award is an Award that is given by the blogging community to new upcoming and deserving bloggers who has less readers. And it is also a motivational Award.
 
I'm very much happy to receive this Award. I thank Kriti Kandhari, author of the blog ‘Expressions Of Heart’ at http://kriationkriti.blogspot.in  for nominating my blog for this Award. I hardly know this person, and I am glad she found my blog suitable enough to grant me this nomination.


There are few rules for receiving and passing on this nomination further.
  1. Kindly thank the person who nominated you and acknoledge him/her by mentioning their blog link for the same.
  2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves
  3. Answer the Questions that the nominator sets for you + create 11 Questions for the people you have nominated
  4. Choose 11 deserving bloggers and link them in your post
  5. Go to their blog and Inform them about this by commenting on one of their posts.
  6. Don't tag back the person who mentioned you.
 
So here I go.

11 Things About Me

1. I am an avid cakeoholic.
 
2. I love to colour my dreams with my own colours. 

3. I often laugh for no reason.
 
4. I love emoticons very much.
 
5. I try my best to make someone smile everyday.

6. I dont befriend people easily.

7. I hate remebering the dates of historical events.
 
8. I am a book with a thick yet transparent cover. 
 
9. I love living in my teens, never growing up.
 
10. I believe in MAGIC. The Universe conspires to endow you with anything you arduously desire.
 
11. I want to see people indulged in laugh gags eating chocolates at my grave (me being a good ghost ).

The Answers to my Questionnaire

1.What is that one passion in your life you will do anything for?
The only passion of my life is to make my Mumma-Papa feel at the top of the world when they will be known as Surbhi's Parents.


2. You love writing? Mostly yes…Why writing is so important for you?
Because it is the only way I can express my feelings since I find it hard to voice out myself. So pen comes to my rescue.

3.If life had nothing to offer, what would you create?
I would have baked a chocolate cake dipped in hot choco sauce. Atleast I would have enjoyed eating that only besides the harsh life.

4.Is there any inspiration in your life? (person, thing, event)
My sole inspiration is my Father. I want to be like him in every sphere of my life.

5.As a blogger, what do you look forward to in other blogs?
I look for unheard, endangered, extinguished words which are rare to find in this FB-sick world.

6.Critically, what do you think my blog actually conveys?
Your blog conveys your thoughts finding their way through your words.

7.Describe Love in three words…( no sentences, 3 individual words )
Luxury Utility Vehicle :P :P

8.Do you like first penning down something in your notebook before posting? Reason?
Sometimes, when I don't have a quick access to internet.

9.Describe writing in a sentence?
The stream of words fighting in your mind ,grappling with each other to get honoured by your pen.

10.If you had to give away any one habit of yours for someone, what would it be? (For whom?)
I dont share up easily. I feel I can handle each and everything going wrong but all in vain. And my dear ones have to take the pain of making me speak up.

11.Everyone dreams. Is there any one dream you remember, and would like to make it real someday?
Yes! I'm no different from others. I dream of going to the most coveted institute holding my Daddy's finger. Seems kiddish but it is the way I want to start my dream.

Now here comes my Questionnaire for you :

  1. Describe you in one line?
  2. Why do you Blog?
  3. What is your Aim?
  4. If you have a Super Power what will you do?
  5. One person whom, you want to be with you all your life, why? (not parents, lover, children)
  6. The person whom you miss desperately, why?
  7. Most memorable moment in your life?
  8. Social Networking in your view?
  9. Do you believe in Love at first sight? if no why?
  10. One thing you like to change about yourself?
  11. Your views on my Blog?

Here is  the list of Bloggers who deserves this Award. I don't know you peolpe but your words have become your identity. I am always pleased to read your posts. Keep writing.

1. My heart speaks here through words  - http://shan.neversaydie.in/
 

2. Pics and Poems - http://picsandpoems.blogspot.in/
 
 
4. My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories- http://sweetuanukriti.blogspot.in/
 
5. Writing On the Go - http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/
 
6. The Junkyard Symphony - http://thoughtfuljunk.blogspot.in/
 
7. A rose is a rose is a rose! - http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.in/
 
8. Freedom of Expression - http://freedomofexpression-rahul.blogspot.in/
 
9. One head Many Hats- http://thewhitescape.wordpress.com/
 
10. Delights of the Heart - http://heartsdelights.blogspot.in/
 
11. Speaking My Mind - http://jincythinks.blogspot.in/

Congratulations to all of you!!!


 

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

THE BLUE BALLOON

Beneath the giant wheel,
Stood a man in green.
Holding the bright balloons upright,
He blew the piper-pipe. 

Red,Yellow,Green and Blue,
Danced to the music in crew.
Tied with the strings tight,
They glided to left to right.

Merry-making was the Balloon family,
Until a child came to the man-slender.
Choosing the blue balloon,
He drived the balloons into gloom.

Red was the mother,            
Yellow was the father.
Green was the brother,
Of the Balloon Blue.

Green twirled his string,
Around the neck of blue.
Red caressed his head,
And Yellow stared at the child below.

The man disentangled the entangled
Strings of the Green and the Blue.
Moving aside the Red and Yellow,
He pulled out the string of Blue.

The Blue swayed hard,
Against the movement of man's hand.
The wind was still,
The balloons were raging.

Red ,Yellow and Green looked dull,
The man dusted for the gloss.
It was the dust of departure,                                                                          
Reigning the Balloon family.
Silly smiles Take you Miles.