Rickshaw wala bhai...

Rikshaw wala bhaiya...

agar ek taraf se koi car aa rahi ho, aur dusir taraf se rickshaw, to car wala kabhi dheere nahi karta, rikshaw wala chahe jitni marji sawari ho us par.. wo hi ruk kar, rikshaw se uttar kar use peeche karta hai.. car wale ko side dene ke liye

sadak ke side pe rickshaw chal raha ho, gali de ke bolo, bhen chod side pe chala le ise...

bacche Holi khelte rikshaw walon ko Gubbare mare, jaise bacche kisi chotte kutte ke pille ko ched rahe ho, aur rickshaw wala kuch nahi karta, sirf phata-phat waha se chala jaata hai...

galti se uski rickshaw tumhari bike, ya car se takra jaye, jisse ki koi nuksan na pahucha ho, akhir rickshaw mein takkar marne ke liye hai hi kya, ek thapad raseed kardo aur bolo "Bhosri ke andha hai kya? Andar karwadunga...etc etc"

rickshaw kare ghar tak ka, aur theek ghar ke aage hi rickshaw rukna chahiye, na aage na peeche.

Agar elevated sadak ho, aur rickshaw wala na chala sake, rickshaw wale ki jaan nikal jaye chalate hue, lekin rickshaw be bethe raho... utarna mat, rickshaw wala chala lega

Yahi hota hai kya??

Once again i wish to walk an unknown path!!!

Once again i wish to walk an unknown path!!!

There are many who are trying very hard to reach where i have reached. For millions, this is the dream of their lives..

But here i am, a stupid, confused soul, who wants to leave all that has been achieved. And take a new path again.

Oh God! Am i being selfish? Am i just fooling my own self and making another mistake?

However, this is not the first time i m making a mistake i guess. I had learnt from them only.

In my two different lives, one, where they all know me. They all respect me or atleast pretend that they respect. They value my efforts and my word, or at least pretend that they like them. I am something a known figure. I do not have to think twice before doing anything. I am in my comfort zone.

I can lead a very comfortable life, an upper middle class life. Yes i think i have been able to bring my family from middle class or upper middle class.

But, here in the second life i live, i am no one to everyone. For them, i am just another guy, waiting in the long queue of infinite number of people.

They will ask me... "What is your name?"... "Kisse milna hai?"... "Okay! Go and stand there"... "Are, yahaan mat bethon"...

I do all what they say. After all i have to start again. Start again from scratch. At times, it feels like giving up and going back to my comfort zone from first life. But, i do not know what keeps me going. What makes me do it and do it again and again. I am scared i might die just trying. Just trying.

My dear god, please give me that power again to make it big here as well.

Once again i wish to walk an unknown path!!!

The Middle Class Trap....

The middle class trap is pulling towards itself know.

Secured job, fixed shifts, same monotonous work, weekend shopping trips, occasional films in cinema halls, the only thing left to screw up the life is "a marriage"

Once that is done, then ...... (No comments to write).

Acquiring wealth, financial planning, looking for properties around the NCR, going for Test drives, new denim, an improved hair cut may be..... all are the signs of a secured, satisfied and a stagnant life..... it is dangerous, very dangerous.

Waking up late in the morning, feeling tired after spending a hectic day at work. Must wake up before it is too late.

This lifestyle is giving wrong signals. It is giving wrong directions.

Is this the way dreams die? Is this the way a human full of aspirations end up loosing track somewhere in his life?

Dreams are once again looking too............ far to achieve.

pass nazar aati hai...

Teri Mayusi mein bhi ek aaas nazar aati hai,
Tu dur hai phir bhi paas nazar aati hai.

Tera chalna, hasna, wo dheere dheere muskurana
Tera ruthna, manana, wo phir rooth jaana.

Tujhe jitna bhi jaanu utna kam, tu jaan pehchan ke bhi Anjan nazar aati hai,
Tu maane ya na maane, par tu meri jaan nazaar aati hai

Tera ruk ke mujhe dekhna, ya dekh ke ruk jaana,
Teri aankhen, teri baatein, wo teri sari harkatein

Tu har haal mein meri jaan kuch khas nazar aati hai
Tu dur hai phir bhi paas nazar aati hai...

But I have promises to keep 'nd miles to go before I sleep...

You are young, energetic, free... You are just 21 or 22.

U starts earning. Earning well, getting a sense of responsibility.

U starts planning for your grandparents. A retirement home for them, a holiday abroad for your parents, want to give your Grand Ma a car of her own, so that she does not have to face the uncomfortable Bus rides. Giving her all the comfort, you have all the things on the list to achieve.

You have it all planned. "Grand ma, i wish to gift you a house, it will have your name written. All yours. You will not have to stay at your daughter's place. I have started earning now"

You forgot, they are getting older. They are falling sick day by day. And one fine day, they are gone. All of them. One by one.

.....The money you wanted to fulfil their dreams is what you have now, but they are not there.

Your father is a heart patient now. He was once the healthiest of them all. Your mother is not keeping well now. She is tired of all homely jobs. Cleaning, preparing food for you. She had given up all her dreams just to make you Something in life.......

All your attention has just shifted in making this one count. Making their smallest of the wishes getting fulfilled. Be it having a joy ride at odd hours, may be having a music CD of their favorite songs, having a wall paint of their Choice, going on a car rally, that wish of your father's of having a big car, a nice house with a lawn.

Now, that is all what you want to achieve before God takes him away. Before it’s too late.

Stranger between Friends!!!

At times you bring people together, make them talk to each other.... Remind them how they shared their good days together.

They started listening to you and value your comments.

Few days later, you start becoming a stranger to them... and finally you are a stranger to them. They are back being best of the friends.

They forget the efforts you had put in to bring them together. You were the only one who could see the misunderstanding which was a good relation, whereas others could just laugh at their dispute.

.......? what to say ????

Sab chalta hai

You go to purchase a water bottle, you hand over 15 rs. expecting the shop owner will return 3 rupees, you would just get 2 rs. and may be a toffee with that.....Sahaab chutta nahi hai!.....and you would not bother to question him. Chalta hai...

The other day, I went to a street vendor and asked for a copy of ET. I handed over 3 Rs to him expecting i will get back 50 paise remaining which he of course took for granted. And when i asked him for my 50 Pcs. he said, Ho gaya!.

Then i raised my voice a little and asked him what if i pay you 2 rs. then? He said "why? it doesnot work". I replied with more anger. "The same way it doesnot work when you charge me 3 rs". A lot surprised, a lot more angry and not at all ashamed, he searched for that 50 paise coin, lying somewhere neglected, and handed it over to me.

No wonder we ourselves have somewhere reduced the value of our currency.

I still remember when i was in Germany, every cent is counted and is considered valuable. If a water bottle costs 3 Euros and 20 cents, you need not pay even a cent more than that. Even if you pay 4 Euros, the vendor would insist ensure that he pays you 60 cents back.

But yaha sab chalta hai!!!