Apna ghar phir apna ghar hai . . . . .

Read some thing yesterday, from my son
what comes to mind goes some thing as under

- Ghar kaa khaana, ghar ki batein,
- Ghar ke din aur ghar ki raatein

- Ghar ki chaadar, ghar ke parde,
Ghar hum sab ka, hum sab ghar ke - I

- Ghar main sab kuch, sab ka hota,
Tera mera, koi na kehta - II

- Ghar ki table , ghar ki kursi,
pyaar ki baarish har dum barsi - I

- Ghar ka paani, sabse meetha,
jeevan ko mein, pura jeeta - II

- Ghar main maa hai, ghar main papa,
Ghar se mera dil ka naata - I

- Daadi dada mujh ko takte,
Mere sang jee bhar ke hanste - II

- Ghar se jeevan bhar kaa naata,
Ghar main hi mein khud ko paata - I

- Ghar se door chalaa to jaaon,
Ghar se dur nahin reh paataa - II

- Ghar ki kuch manmauj hawa hai,
Sardi main 'aalav' jala hai - I

-Uske chaaron or sabhi hain,
Khoob maze ki behas chiri hai - II

- Ghar ki baatein khatm na hongi,
Dunia ghar si kabhi na hogi - I

-Phir bhi jaana to hoga hi,
Khud ko paana to hoga hai - II

- Mujh ko bhi to kuch karma hai,
Apne sapnon ko chakna hai - I

- Jinse maine sab kuch seekha,
Un sab ke jaisa banna hai - II

- Maa main tere paas sada hoon,
Tere dil main hi rehta hoon - I

-Papa tum bhi garv karoge'
Aakhir ghar kaa hi beta hoon - II

- Ghar se main jaata to hoon par,
Ghar ko dil main le jaata hoon - I

-Ghar se chaahe dur rahoon par,
Ghar ko door nahin paata hoon - II

Apna ghar phir apna ghar hai

Waiting for her - - - -

Women's day, it is
and some  friends are gloating,
they have , Daughters, you see,
Now what is it about the daughter's that turns the fathers 'moist eyed'
I don't have one but,
I can identify with the emotion,
My wife having given birth to our only happy, handsome and smiling son,
actually held my hand and wept with guilt,
She was semiconscious after her 'Cesarean' and when told about the son,
complained,
You are not happy, -----   I didn't give you a daughter,
She had her reasons,
all through her pregnancy we had
spoken about a daughter only,
we had hundreds of names of daughters , ---   not one for a son,
'Toolika'  she were to be,  'HAMARI NANHI PARI'
and then 'HE'  arrived,
happy, smiling , eyes wide open , more than ten pounds and
that priceless, toothless smile,

one look at him and  I forgot the momentary disappointment,
actually ,  not before my brother in law , my friend    ---   almost kicked me,
how dare you associate 'sex' to that beautiful innocent face, he said,
amused with the emotional drama unfolding in front of him,
how  dare we, yes how dare we,
we haven't,  --    we have never,  ---    since than,

Frankly I wonder how any one can think about them as 'Son or 'Daughter'
our flesh and blood ,
our children,

and what about  'Toolika', did we forget her,
no way,
she is there some where, and some time in future,
she will make a grand entry in to our lives, and that of our 'son' 
'HAMARI NANHI PARI' 
 Hamari 'TOOLIKA'
ab  bari ho gayi hogi

in the mean time you gloating fathers of daughters,
prepare to give them away , the daughters,
(and my hats off to you for having the heart to be able to do so,)

while we wait to welcome her, our  Nanhi Pari,

you see , friends, you  bloating fathers of daughters,
 
you got to have them than
We will have them now,
and Yes, ( to rub it in ), we will not have to give them away,

kaha hai na,

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA
 
























selected and finalised names of daugters

Baat karni mujhe mushkil kabhi - - - - - -

I have been told that first five are difficult,
there after it gets easy,
this 'Blogging' thing.
This is the Fifth one,
and I am certain that after this ,
thoughts will come like clouds in the monsoons,
and the words will start pouring like drops of rain,

Hell, this fifth one ,
I must get it out of my way as fast as I can,

'BAAT KARNI MUJHE MUSHKIL KABHI AISI TO NA THI',

It is fun to try out new things, and this technology has its advantages,
as long as this platform is not used to cause pain,
or hurt some one,
as long as there is no hidden agenda,
as long as it is plain expression of random thoughts, for no particular reason,
This 'Exhibitionism' is fun,
I am beginning to have fun too,

one has felt the power and pleasure of expressing earlier too,
in various forms,
Ghazals some times, unstructured poetry ,
or just plain text,
for whatever they may have been worth,
but those have remained confined to self and a few, close to heart,
these thoughts however are in public domain ,
this is fun

'JAISI AB HAI MERI MEHFIL KABHI AISI TO NA THI '

There !!!!!!!!
the fifth one is out of the way,
I am already beginning to feel the thoughts jostling for space in my mind,
I must be on the verge of some great self discovery,
I am rest less, I am anxious,

LE GAYA LOOT KE KAUN AAJ TERA SABRO KARAR,
BEKARARI TUJHE AI DIL KABHI AISI TO NA THI'

to be honest though,
one still longs for the feel of paper and pen in hand,
those pages written long ago have turned yellow,
some are torn and folded,
those are precious moments of life preserved on paper,
there is more to a thought than the word alone,
the medium too plays its part in evoking nostalgia,
When one opens the old diary, and a page in it,
the handwriting, the cuttings and the corrections,
a dried flower preserved some where,
a familiar fragrance,
left behind by some one close,
some one intimate,
Can that ever be replaced ?????

I have taken to the new technology,
but I can never distance my self from my nostalgic self,

chalo theek hai

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA

Friends in the Olive Greens, - - - - - -

A few things have happened in last few days,
a long lost 'course mate' visited me , driven by despair,
a real logjam he is in,
and no way to go - accept the courts,
in spite of all the assurances and hope he had placed on this visit,
he couldn't really get what he had hoped for,
he has reasons to feel bad,
what he is being denied of,
has been given to many before him,
continues to be given to many , even now ,
and will continue to be given to many more in future.
So what is his fault,
Wrong timing, and plain bad luck.
And the manner in which the law takes its course,
life is tough and unreasonably so, for some,
what he stands to loose is a few 'Laks' of hard earned money,
and more importantly,
the faith in the system.
 Is there fair play, NO,
does the same rule apply to all in the same way, NO,

take heart friend,
this too shall pass

Another of my friend is nearing the end of a service privilege,  the 'Study leave'
'Sukh bhare din beete re bhaiya,
ab dukh aayo re,'
or so he feels
now the same prospect stares him
uncertainty of postings,
unannounced travels
and same old routine
and sans family this time, to fall back to , at the end of the day,
I am taking perverse pleasure in all this,
I have been in this state for quite some time now,
so welcome to  the party Bro
ha, ha, ha ,,,,,,,

to you too dear,
this too shall pass,

'LIFE' in general and  in the Army in particular as they say 'is a big leveler'
you win some, you loose some
and if I have not said this before, --------
remember,
 
both of 'You'

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA,



 

You will do well - - - -

He was lying there,
encased in a glass, refrigerated box,
air conditioned accommodation,  he could never afford in his life,
we were at Naukuchiatal,  preparing to go to Haldwani,
for shopping,
we had to change our programme and rush to NOIDA instead,
knowing completely well that he will not be there,
yet expecting him to be there at the door,
thrilled to see his beloved daughter and me, at the prospect of  a session of a few 'Large drinks' in the evening.
he would have made 'Saag Meat'
FAUZI DAAMAAD  DAARU  LAYA  HAI,
to ho jaaye, !!!!!!!
Ho jaaye
I miss you,
We miss you a lot Uncle,
When we made our home , We had a desire that you could come and spend some happy days with us, your daughter, your grandson and me,
DAARU and Saag Meat ??
just when we were planning,
you had to leave in a hurry,
'He' up there has another role cut out for you,
you will do well, I know
you will do well
we would in the mean time lead our lives,
happily,
just the way you dreamt for your daughter,
only
when I come on leave ,
there will be DAARU
but no one to share it with
and no ,SAAG MEAT,
kehte hain na
 
KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA

Our Nest - - - - -

I am in the Army
FAUJ JAHAAN LE JAATI HAI , CHALAA JAATA HOON,
during the nomadic life
we came to a place,
a place called Naukuchiatal,
more about Naukuchiatal some other time,
but we liked it and made a house , a small house on the shore of the beautiful lake,
We are three in the family and with love and hope in our heart we created small but enough accomodation for our small family, for present,
and the future,
when the son gets married and has his family, and we have grand children and ----- the dream went on,
Last CHUTTI ( leave ) we were siting in our veranda,
the same pair of beautiful birds appeared which has been coming for last so many years
'Money bird' the locals call it, and the belief is that the house that it makes its nest in; prospers.
It has been coming for many years,
and if prospering means steady growth of contentment and happiness,
we have been blessed by this little bird,
During the past years
once they left,
the mud nest used to be removed by us,
last year my wife didn't,
she after all stays there permanently and was a witness to the hard work put in by the fragile pair,
mouth full by mouth full, they would bring mud from the lake near by and lovingly stick it to the growing home of theirs,
once completed they would bring up the next generation,
and one day the whole family would fly off, deserting the lovingly built home.
We kept it last year,
my wife said , moved by the homemaker, the mother in her,
why should they do the hard work .
This time when they come they will not have to work so hard ,
they would have a home ready to welcome them, constructed by the generation before them.
they would happily bring up the next generation,
or so she thought, and I agreed, (I in any case didn't have an option,)
the pair came , saw the place , saw the nest and left,
they didn't take the accommodation kept lovingly intact for them
they started building there own new home,
Amazing as it may sound, a house built by the previous generation, was not acceptable to them,
my wife is sad,
the nest is still there, and will continue to be there till it falls of by it self,
she will not remove it, and I don't have the authority, nor the guts, actually not the heart even,
but she is sad all right,
and I am contemplating.
My grand father did not stay in the house that his father built in Aligarh,
My father did not stay in the house made by my grandfather in Saharanpur,
I have chosen not to stay in the house made by my father at Gaziabad,
My son
will you at least come once in a while to stay in your room,
so lovingly made for you,
and where your mother spends lot of time every day,
she relives the days when you used to be messing it up without fail
and she used to be scolding you without any anger,
and where I will soon be painting the 'Beatels' poster that you and I both have liked,
Or will you,
my son,
fly away and make your own nest some where else,
Don't feel compelled to cater to our emotions, we all after all made our own choices,
you would be entitled to yours,
as regards us,
your mother will find her peace in that room ,
and I will keep painting it to your liking,
even when you are conquering your own peaks,
meanwhile, -----
the birds are bringing in mud,
mouthful by mouthful
and we are watching, knowing well,
this home will be deserted next season,

KABHI KISI KO MUQAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA

JAISI JIS KI CHAAKRI .- - - - - -.

I was watching some old family pictures to day, and came across some which we had taken when we visited the TajMahal.
The ,Tomb, is beautiful and is a classic example, of how love CAN manifests itself and how a building can actually become a synonym for 'Love'
Yet it was almost broken down by the 'Britishers' and sold in pieces for Marble.
For them after all it was slabs of expansive marble wasted in a building that can not harbour any one.
This marble could have been used for making VIP bathrooms after all.
How love can create some thing so beautiful and lack of it can actually think of demolishing some thing so beautiful.
And there also was a British lady who was prepared to die if her husband could create some thing like this in her memory,
There are times when heart desires some thing and the mind negates it.
The mind after all is the one which takes pride in the fact that it can think ,---  think and than come to conclusions.
The heart gets berated because it is stated to be impulsive and rash. But than is it true that all decisions made by the mind are always right and by the heart always wrong.
The Tajmahal, why did it come to existance.
 Was it the mind or the heart which may have driven ShahJahan to construct the building which caters to  the silent desires of  'love' residing in every heart.
What would have been the Mind's  take on this.
I am sure it would have rejected it outright. Why afetr all spend so much on a structure which would be nothing but the advertisment of love of only of rich and mighty.
There after all is a view existing ,
 EK SHEHENSHAH NA DAULAT KA SAHARA LEKAR , HUM GARIBON KI MUHABBAT KA URAYA HAI MAJAAK. 
Yet the Taj stands in all its glory.
Evoking love, desire and prayer in every heart that harbours love,
For the worldlywise, it stands as a perfect money spinning machine if  that is the sole criteria to justify some thing.
For the artist in the heart it stand s tall as perfect example of Mugal architecture.
And above all it stands as representation of the India that was and the India that can be.
To every one his own,
Jaisi jiski chaakri vaise uske daam - - - - - -
KABHI KISI KO MUQUAMMAL JAHAAN NAHIN MILTA