The most populated Date

It's been a very hectic month so far, cardiologist, clinic, ticketing…all crazy stuff happening around. Some heart breaks, burns and attacks...still life is moving on with a steady pace. Firmly following its course making mockery of our plans...i have seen quite a lot of that in blogosphere also.

Na na no...i am not going to share any thing gloomy. My friend came from Lucknow to visit a famous cardiologist in his last attempt to avoid his dad’s bypass surgery. His would be in-laws were also visiting Delhi with his would be wife. And i thought i must earn some punya (reward of good work) by making the couple meet. And let me tell you, it's quiet a task. They both were at my place and wanted to go somewhere alone...and the very word going alone raised some eye brows. Finally we clinched a deal that five people will go on this hilarious date.

I was supposed to go with one more friend to drop the couple at a nearby mall. Her dad pushed my friend’s brother-in-law in the party. This world's most populated date started at the entrance of the mall. I asked myself how to counter this bhai-behen prem (brother-sister love). (Ref: The song "Chand sitaron ka sabka kehna hai....). I wanted the couple to sing: "jab pyaar kiya to darna kya...(why to fear when in love)" But the girl was not ready for the ride. So at the entrance, i started talking to her brother with the other friend covering his view. And the couple disappeared in a hurry.

I started asking him all those questions without any interest in answers. Some questions you may need them sometime in life

Who is better Shahrukh or Salman?
When do you go to office?
What do you do there?
How is boss like?
Who do you like more Katrina or Kareena?
Do you smoke?
Do you have a girl friend?
Are there more arrest happening in Delhi blast?
Do you love your job?
Is your girl friend beautiful?
Are you planning to marry her?
Does she like your job?
What's your salary?
What do you think about new nuclear deal?
What do you feel about India’s medals in Olympics?
Many more…

Huhh!!! ha ha ha…

While i was barraging him with questions my friend was getting some private moments with his would be wife amidst the crowd unknown. By the time his brother-in-law could understand how irrelevant my questions were he had already answered my dozens of questions. All three of us were donating blood to a long queue of mosquitoes…as all is fair in date and friendship.

Instead of saying, he had to keep an eye on his sister, he said, "we are getting late – aren't we?" I said, “yeahhhhhhhhhhh” and started telling him tales of my friends eloping successfully. Because he told me in one of his answers that he has a girl friend. He listened to all those stories with open mouth – i could manage to squeeze out another half an hour. Then finally his dad's words became better of him and he said firmly, “now we should go back.” And that is how this most populated date ended.

कोशिशे मायूस हो...

कोशिशे मायूस हो...
बैठ गई है किनारे पर
और तुम्हें पता है?
भटक भी भटक गई आज
तलाश की तलाश में गए थे
कल और परसों मेरे
अंदर का सन्नाटा तुम्हारे सामने है
ये जो नई सिलवटें है
क्या ये पुराने दर्द की करवटें है
उदास रेखाओं के बीच फसे हजारों सवाल है
कोशिशे मायूस हो...
बैठ गई है किनारे पर
पतझड़ की शाख सा तुम्हारा चेहरा ऐसा
की ग़म का एक तिनका भी ना टिका
कुछ इतना गहरा हो चला है सन्नाटा
की अब शोर भी आवाज है चाहता
अजीब असमंजस है
बेरूह है बेजान नहीं
लकीरें गहरी है पर निशाँ नहीं...

उस रोज मैं बहुत दूर निकल आया
पर ये क्या मेरा हाथ थामें ये कौन
ये तुम्हारी याद साथ ही
चली, उठी, बैठी और रही,
फुर्सत के हर लम्हे दिखी
और बाकि दिन भर छिपी,
भागना चाहा मैंने इससे,
पर ये तुमसे जुदा थी
तुम तो जैसे रेत पड़ी एक लकीर थी,
उस रोज लहर के साथ हो ली,
और तुम्हारी याद,
ये तो पत्थर से लिपटी लकीर की तरह,
लहर दर लहर...रही अनमिट, अकाट.

Moralist moron

Directly coming from the heartland of the country i would not name the caste, creed region or color otherwise you will mark him as Bihari, UP wallah, Tamil, Telugu, Marathi...He came to make his career in the field of journalism. And in the third week of his journalism he was full of himself now i have got something worth hitting headlines no less. He went rushing to his editor Eureka..he said never use this term again. I am already fed up of this term. Everyone now and then, i get calls for vacuum cleaners or water purifiers. So i wouldn't publish your report even if you have credible news about World war 3.
The person is now all the more jittery, he is blaming his overexciting. And with first strange shrug now his jaw is amply dropped that it's almost on his knees. Then his editor said, "in spite of your grave mistake, i am magnanimous enough to have a look at your story." Oh! you small town Moralist (=Moron) don't even know that prostitution happens out of choice also...go and explore the world but don't get surprised like this.

PS: http://in.news.yahoo.com/137/20080920/736/tnl-new-breed-of-elite-prostitutes-cater.html