Bansuri wala

Ek bansuri wala tha

Jo mere bachpan mein muhalle mein aata tha

Tarah tarah se tarashi hui baansuriyon ke tokri leke

Geet sunata hua gali-muhalle mein chalta jata tha

Baansuri bajani to humein aati nahin thi

Par khareedne ke liye jamghat zaroor lagate the 

Fir poore din muhalle mein daud daud ke besuri si dhune bajate the

Ki kabhi bansuri se sur us tarah niklenge, jis tarah is bansuri wale ke hothon se nikalte the

Paise chand hi kamata hoga wo

Aur chappalein bhi ghis chuki thi uski

Par apne bacchhon ko school bhej paane ki jeet par behad khushi dikhata  tha

Aur isi tarah aankhon mein ek ummed ki kiran and surili dhuno ke taane baane apni zindagi guzar dena chahta tha…

Kareeb bees saal hue use dekhe hue

Aur ab to muhalle mein koi baansuri nahin khareedta

Suna hai wo bansuri wala ab kisi thekedar ke liye dihadi pe kaam karta hai

Paise shayad utne hi milte honge use

Par ab meethi dhuno ke bajay chaaron taraf machinon ka teekha shor sunai padta hai

Rakhi

On this rakhi, for all the brothers who kept waiting for their rakhi, but it never came.


एक राखी ही तो थी
तो क्या हुआ जो नहीं भेजी इस बार
चंद धागे ही तो हैं
जो ज़रा सा ज़ोर लगाओगे तो वैसे भी टूट जायेंगे

एक राखी ही तो थी
इससे रिश्ते थोड़े ही बंधते हैं
गर प्यार होता भाई और बेहेन में तो राखी की क्या ज़रुरत पड़ती?
राखी और भाई बेहेन के रिश्ते में ये भी क्या कोई जोड़ हुआ?

अभी तो  तुम और मैं अपनी अपनी ज़िन्दगी में घुले हुए हैं
तो एक राखी की क्या बिसात की हमें परेशान करे
एक राखी की क्या मजाल की हमारी रोज़मर्रा की ज़िन्दगी में से कुछ मिनट खा जाये

वैसे भी साल में एक बार ही तो आती है
जो नहीं भेज पाये तो कुछ ख़ास फरक नहीं पड़ जायेगा
ये कोई बॉम्बे की लोकल थोड़े ही है की मिस कर दो तो ऑफिस में लेट पहुचने का डर लग जायेगा

एक राखी ही तो थी...

For other people kinda lost like me

Ok, maybe this thought doesn't deserve a post, (which includes wasting some storage space, some network traffic etc etc) or maybe it does. So I will err towards believing it does, at the risk of sounding pompous

So I realize that I do like writing. only that I think I should write when I have time to. It turns out, that is a fallacy in itself. I don't have time to even cook these days. Thanks to my new employer, my job keeps me busy beyond the 'normal' working hours. There are two things I realized.

1. There is nothing called 'normal' working hours at all!
   From people who struggle to make ends meet and in the process do a lot more than 9-5, to people who are super ambitious and spend a lot more time than 'required' at work, to people who are just bored out of their wits and keep working coz they have nothing else to do, to people whose jobs are so demanding that there is nothing else they could do... There is nothing called 'normal' working hours. So I need to make time for things I like doing from within the mess of a time warp that I am in. Coz if I don't, well, it's my loss. 
2. If I don't do the things I like, it wears on me.
   so be it writing, traveling to places or simply talking to people I love. I need to steal time to do it. steal from the worldly forces who are working overtime to not let me have these things.

Another thing I found about myself it' not as if I was doing things when I had the time. In my previous job (which seems like a different life all together now ) I did have a lot of time. But what did I accomplish out of work? not much (honesty is refreshingly refreshing :) )

I think I want to make most of my time when I seem to have very little of it :) makes me learn the value of time I guess :)