When a woman permits a man to "go". She actually mean him to stay and say he will not leave....... saying from life experience ..
You need to be soft when you want her to understand something; as heart has understood, mind opens up...
They they they "all" lovvve surprises, they will graciously offer you all chances and hints to be surprised, you have to be just a little girlish to get into this. But She will be proudly fan of you after this..
Woman howsoever compete with men in professional field but in personal meet they want to be cuddled like a soft toy ..finally they are softer creation of nature.
Woman have a 6th 7th or 10th sense to know who in world around is interested in them you can never hide it and she is never unaware of it.....
Most of woman i have met, want to talk talk talk and talk. Kindly understand thats never finished. So, after a long chatting day, don't hope for a kiss without another
chatting of hours.
They have natural need of getting flattered day after day everyday for everything they wear, from the one, they fell in love with...have patience.
They remember and by heart every lil promises you made when you were just kidding..hehe its not a joke dear ..
Friday, April 20, 2012
Saturday, October 8, 2011
A piece of advice ...
Advice for girls: When someone is romantically involved with you.... see his 'words' to judge his 'intentions' ; but pay attention to see his 'actions' to judge his 'commitment' towards intentions .
Sunday, September 4, 2011
she was alone on road .... part 2
"What's not right piyal? Please stop crying. I will leave you at home safely. No need to worry. I will talk to Ajeet if you say.. ",Jatin tries to calm her.
"Jatin, dont you understand anything? Please dont meddle with my life anymore. We can not continue with it. Its has no existence now in my life. Try to understand.." says piyal with tearful eyes looking into jatin's eyes which have got blood red cracks on piyal's reaction.
"Who says it has no existence? Don't I exist? Don't you? if we exist then it has to exist..",Jatin shakes piyal holding her both arms to make her at least think of his argument.
"Jatin, If you don't understand, you will spoil my life. do you want that?"piyal questions him while pleading him "you have to move ahead and walk in some direction which doesn't coincide with mine. Can you give me that Jatin?"piyal asks hard question so hard to break Jatin into tears. Jatin is not crying like piyal, he
starts sweating as its seen from his wet shirt.
"No, Piyal dont do this to me, we will be friends as you had asked. Just be my friend for this life. I cant imagine to live that life without you again. You dont need to change. Just dont go away. I got the life in my days seeing you again. I was like piyal i was like.." Jatin wipes his sweat from dripping from nose with both hands roughly.
"a man who is working day and night but knowing nothing about what for, But today i have you, i know its you i want to fulfil life of....." Jating smiles while crying simultaneously and looks at pyal with fiery red eyes full of love & passion.
"Are you in your senses Jatin ..." Piyal shouts loud oblivious of people staring at her.
"I am married damn it ..Its an old chapter. Dont behave like that "piyal clutches his hand in her both hands and presses them while urging.
"What about our marriage?" asks Jatin.
Rain has stopped by now.
"Our marriage? Jatin what do you mean by that" Piyal gives a puzzled questioning look. Her hair have dried now and are waving with fast wind blowing across her face.
"Piyal, dont you remember piyal, we married once on jaggu uncle's roof and we pledged we are married from then and you will never leave me hereafter" Jatin says with most innocence seemingly forgotten of world around them. He is requesting just as a child begs for his favorite toy with every right or wrong appeal.
"Jatin, its not real what you are living in. I am married to Ajeet and i have to go he is waiting for me" Piyal collects herself while she looks around for taxi.
"Jatin, dont you understand anything? Please dont meddle with my life anymore. We can not continue with it. Its has no existence now in my life. Try to understand.." says piyal with tearful eyes looking into jatin's eyes which have got blood red cracks on piyal's reaction.
"Who says it has no existence? Don't I exist? Don't you? if we exist then it has to exist..",Jatin shakes piyal holding her both arms to make her at least think of his argument.
"Jatin, If you don't understand, you will spoil my life. do you want that?"piyal questions him while pleading him "you have to move ahead and walk in some direction which doesn't coincide with mine. Can you give me that Jatin?"piyal asks hard question so hard to break Jatin into tears. Jatin is not crying like piyal, he
starts sweating as its seen from his wet shirt.
"No, Piyal dont do this to me, we will be friends as you had asked. Just be my friend for this life. I cant imagine to live that life without you again. You dont need to change. Just dont go away. I got the life in my days seeing you again. I was like piyal i was like.." Jatin wipes his sweat from dripping from nose with both hands roughly.
"a man who is working day and night but knowing nothing about what for, But today i have you, i know its you i want to fulfil life of....." Jating smiles while crying simultaneously and looks at pyal with fiery red eyes full of love & passion.
"Are you in your senses Jatin ..." Piyal shouts loud oblivious of people staring at her.
"I am married damn it ..Its an old chapter. Dont behave like that "piyal clutches his hand in her both hands and presses them while urging.
"What about our marriage?" asks Jatin.
Rain has stopped by now.
"Our marriage? Jatin what do you mean by that" Piyal gives a puzzled questioning look. Her hair have dried now and are waving with fast wind blowing across her face.
"Piyal, dont you remember piyal, we married once on jaggu uncle's roof and we pledged we are married from then and you will never leave me hereafter" Jatin says with most innocence seemingly forgotten of world around them. He is requesting just as a child begs for his favorite toy with every right or wrong appeal.
"Jatin, its not real what you are living in. I am married to Ajeet and i have to go he is waiting for me" Piyal collects herself while she looks around for taxi.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
she was alone on road...Part1
Part I.
Today again a fight with sister in law has perplexed piyal. The day went with excitement as Jatin hinted that piyal will get hike and change of grade this time.
She just had shared news at home. Everyone reacted in their most predictable own ways.Father in law still thinks getting bonus still not enough a reason to justify coming home late, Mother in law wants to support but doesn't have courage to say openly. She changes to casuals and goes straight into kitchen to cook for all.
"so bhabhi has come in time today ?" voice comes from verandah .."
seems reetu is at home thinks piyal..
"yes, it was a hike day, we left early.." replied piyal trying to be as short as possible in her reply.
"we, bhabhi, who all are with you ..when you leave early ?" said reetu coming out of verandah and looking towards mother while taking petties from fridge.
Reetu has this remarkable habit picking out some element of interest from any mundane sentence, she hears and here she noticed an innocent "we" .
"no one, we in our team , all left early today.." ..said piyal , taking out chapati box from upper shelf in kitchen, while standing on stool and it slipped from her hand..
"oh , carefully bhabhi, you have to go to office tomorrow. People coming occasionally to kitchen have this trouble ..isnt it bhabhi .." ritu said.
"hmm.." piyal overlooked the most apparent sarcasm and continues kneading the dough, seeing at clock in between, as ajeet will come by 9 and she wants to be free of all chores by then.
"so bhabhi, how is it you get special bonus every year ?" asks reetu ..poking piyal.
Its not rewarding as per reetu's standards that she sent "a poisoned arrow" and opponent just had his protection foam to absorb it, and not replyig back ..she threws another ..
Reetu, once saw piyal with her boss Jatin, at CCD, that fact is not digested by reetu till date. Reetu talked to Ajeet about it , but Ajeet got convinced by piyal's
reason, overlooked the matter that day and there the story remained unconcluded for reetu.
"its, work reetu, those who sit idle and just talk are not the ones who get bonus." taunts piyal in high voice, irritated of reetu's indirect comments, gives back a straight hit.
"Then, do you mean, me ajeet , reetu are the ones who sit idle ? " says father while coming out of balcony as if waiting for chance to contribute, jumps into as he finds chance..
"see papa,How bhabhi is taunting us, when i know the truth behind her all monthly /weekly bonuses, let me not open it up .. " says reetu while sobbing in between.
Reetu is trying hard to get a job after diploma.No one has ever taunted her on face, like piyal did now.
"ask her papa, why she comes so late , None of my friends come that late from their offices.." shouts reetu asking an explanation .
"who of her friends work at MNC, How could she compare culture of her friends, who are just teacher/assistant with my work culture.?" piyal hits back stopping gas and comes out of kitchen.
"Piyal, you and your MNC, this disgusting work culture is not sought in our home , stop taunting !!" shouts father at top of his voice.
"Please stop crying reetu, what has happened in just 2 minutes.. " mother runs towards her from other room.
phone rings "bhaiya will come late today , He is stuck in some meeting " says raju a helper who attended ajeet's call.
Piyal suddenly feels alone, ajeet wont be coming in time and reetu will create best scene she can.
She gets out of kitchen goes straight to door and goes out of house. She is not sure about what she will be doing next. The only thing she knows is she can not stay here. She presses lift's button and while its coming to her floor, she presses it repeatedly. Reetu is still sobbing, seeing her going, mother asks father to go and bring her back but father moves on his sofa and looks other side, ignoring , as his arrogance has made his feet heavy.
Lift comes, piyal enters , doesnt look back , presses G ground floor is there.
"where to go.." unable to think of anything Piyal keeps walking on adjacent road.
Its raining heavily , she has not carried umbrella even and going back for taking umbrella doesnt match with unplanned exit of hers.
Wearing night translucent kurti of white color & green flowery pyjama and chappal makes her a sight worth to be stared at in rain.
Some time gents don't mind staring at women even if it means getting hit at road, missing signal going from red to green or slowing down to an extent that there remains no difference in cyclist and motorist.
"Should she have left like that ?" she thinks "should i call him and tell , he will ask me to go back..no use", thinks piyal while crossing road to the other side of road for shed.
"He will come late only, i will go back by then" she waits there under a shed ..looks around .
Its around 9 pm
"do you want something madam ?" shopkeeper behind him asks while closing shutters.
"no its okay, nothing " saying that piyal gets aside ..the last shed she was getting is also closed.
piyal keeps waiting for rain to stop, she can not go anywhere ...
Its raining she checks mobile , fumbles but soon realizes it got wet in rain and is not working. She is in known area but not being able to contact ajeet is not good at this situation.
"bheegi bheegi raato mein...la la la"..a voice comes from behind ..a mid aged man with tightly oiled hair, round face wearing white kurta pyajama and big jumbo black umbrealla crosses piyal from behind "aisa lagta hai , tum banke saawan.. "sings man while looking at piyal from up to down. Piyal comes down from pedestrian and walks on road. She looks down at road while rain water dripping from her hair over her cheeks, her eye lashes after being wet seems to define her bold big eyes more prominently, her pink supple cheeks seems to match with pink embridered rose on her white night suit kurti. She is deep in her thoughts, forgets about rain, this incident has triggered all what was plugged inside. Deep in remembering one event after other she turns left.
'piyal...' Suddenly a voice comes from white car she just crossed.
She turns back, not expecting to find anyone known on the road now. She doesnt want to give explanation behind her roaming like that at nigh to anyone.
'piyal wait ..' a man comes out of car towards her.
'piyal where are you going, do you need lift, its raining heavily..' says jatin
'No, its okay, i came to walk after dinner and it started raining' piyal thinks quickly of something.
'Its okay , come i will leave at home' says Jatin, while going to throw his bowl of 'aloochat' in dustbin.
"Its okay, i am fine " piyal refuses flatly, taking lift from Jatin at this point will aggravate matter at home.
"mera piya ghar aaya oh raam ji ...ting ting ting ", Jatin's phone rings.
"hello, yeah its Jatin, whos this .. "Jatin speaks on phone, while asking piyal to wait for a minute.
"Yes she is here, she.. " he looks at piyal ..then says something ..
Jatin comes back to piyal.
"who was this" piyal asked instantly as he comes back after call.
"its ajeet, he tells he is trying to reach you, but your phone is not reachable,
i confirmed him you are safe and i have assured him i will leave you at home ....." that is last favor which piyal was seeking from Jatin.
Sometimes its so confusing and surprising to know that a man doesn't understand anything or he understands everything still behaves so childishly.
"How will a husband like her wife to be with jatin at this time in this rain " asks piyal to himself afraid of ajeet's reaction.
"has he reached home? If he has reached home, then reetu has all his ears thats the worst that can happen to me. It will be almost impossible to convince him now, when he has found me with jatin now."
Last time he trusted piyal as she made him believe that Jatin & her at CCD was just a coincidence. How could she say its actually a coincidence now. Piyal thinks all in one moment. Her head seems heavy, she starts crying out of fear. Tears starts rolling out of her eyes instantly.
"What happened, dont worry i will leave you safely at home, is there anything to worry about , why are you crying? " asks Jatin puzzled holds her arm and wipes one tear of her face.
"Jatin.."piyal takes his hand away and sees around, a woman looking at piyal while having her golgappa in big opened mouth. Staring at a crying wet beauty has become more essential than gulping big golgappa going inside the mouth.
"Piyal, is it related to us ?"asks Jatin suspecting her continuous unexpected tears after phone call.
"Jatin you remember CCD? " asks piyal looking at blue grey strips of his shirt.
"Yes..i remember " Jatin says sadly again wiping her cheek and then placing a hair
back behind her ear.
"Its not right Jatin.."says piyal and bursts into crying. Her nose has gone red with rain and tears. She searches a tissue in pockets and Jatin offers her his handkerchief.
Today again a fight with sister in law has perplexed piyal. The day went with excitement as Jatin hinted that piyal will get hike and change of grade this time.
She just had shared news at home. Everyone reacted in their most predictable own ways.Father in law still thinks getting bonus still not enough a reason to justify coming home late, Mother in law wants to support but doesn't have courage to say openly. She changes to casuals and goes straight into kitchen to cook for all.
"so bhabhi has come in time today ?" voice comes from verandah .."
seems reetu is at home thinks piyal..
"yes, it was a hike day, we left early.." replied piyal trying to be as short as possible in her reply.
"we, bhabhi, who all are with you ..when you leave early ?" said reetu coming out of verandah and looking towards mother while taking petties from fridge.
Reetu has this remarkable habit picking out some element of interest from any mundane sentence, she hears and here she noticed an innocent "we" .
"no one, we in our team , all left early today.." ..said piyal , taking out chapati box from upper shelf in kitchen, while standing on stool and it slipped from her hand..
"oh , carefully bhabhi, you have to go to office tomorrow. People coming occasionally to kitchen have this trouble ..isnt it bhabhi .." ritu said.
"hmm.." piyal overlooked the most apparent sarcasm and continues kneading the dough, seeing at clock in between, as ajeet will come by 9 and she wants to be free of all chores by then.
"so bhabhi, how is it you get special bonus every year ?" asks reetu ..poking piyal.
Its not rewarding as per reetu's standards that she sent "a poisoned arrow" and opponent just had his protection foam to absorb it, and not replyig back ..she threws another ..
Reetu, once saw piyal with her boss Jatin, at CCD, that fact is not digested by reetu till date. Reetu talked to Ajeet about it , but Ajeet got convinced by piyal's
reason, overlooked the matter that day and there the story remained unconcluded for reetu.
"its, work reetu, those who sit idle and just talk are not the ones who get bonus." taunts piyal in high voice, irritated of reetu's indirect comments, gives back a straight hit.
"Then, do you mean, me ajeet , reetu are the ones who sit idle ? " says father while coming out of balcony as if waiting for chance to contribute, jumps into as he finds chance..
"see papa,How bhabhi is taunting us, when i know the truth behind her all monthly /weekly bonuses, let me not open it up .. " says reetu while sobbing in between.
Reetu is trying hard to get a job after diploma.No one has ever taunted her on face, like piyal did now.
"ask her papa, why she comes so late , None of my friends come that late from their offices.." shouts reetu asking an explanation .
"who of her friends work at MNC, How could she compare culture of her friends, who are just teacher/assistant with my work culture.?" piyal hits back stopping gas and comes out of kitchen.
"Piyal, you and your MNC, this disgusting work culture is not sought in our home , stop taunting !!" shouts father at top of his voice.
"Please stop crying reetu, what has happened in just 2 minutes.. " mother runs towards her from other room.
phone rings "bhaiya will come late today , He is stuck in some meeting " says raju a helper who attended ajeet's call.
Piyal suddenly feels alone, ajeet wont be coming in time and reetu will create best scene she can.
She gets out of kitchen goes straight to door and goes out of house. She is not sure about what she will be doing next. The only thing she knows is she can not stay here. She presses lift's button and while its coming to her floor, she presses it repeatedly. Reetu is still sobbing, seeing her going, mother asks father to go and bring her back but father moves on his sofa and looks other side, ignoring , as his arrogance has made his feet heavy.
Lift comes, piyal enters , doesnt look back , presses G ground floor is there.
"where to go.." unable to think of anything Piyal keeps walking on adjacent road.
Its raining heavily , she has not carried umbrella even and going back for taking umbrella doesnt match with unplanned exit of hers.
Wearing night translucent kurti of white color & green flowery pyjama and chappal makes her a sight worth to be stared at in rain.
Some time gents don't mind staring at women even if it means getting hit at road, missing signal going from red to green or slowing down to an extent that there remains no difference in cyclist and motorist.
"Should she have left like that ?" she thinks "should i call him and tell , he will ask me to go back..no use", thinks piyal while crossing road to the other side of road for shed.
"He will come late only, i will go back by then" she waits there under a shed ..looks around .
Its around 9 pm
"do you want something madam ?" shopkeeper behind him asks while closing shutters.
"no its okay, nothing " saying that piyal gets aside ..the last shed she was getting is also closed.
piyal keeps waiting for rain to stop, she can not go anywhere ...
Its raining she checks mobile , fumbles but soon realizes it got wet in rain and is not working. She is in known area but not being able to contact ajeet is not good at this situation.
"bheegi bheegi raato mein...la la la"..a voice comes from behind ..a mid aged man with tightly oiled hair, round face wearing white kurta pyajama and big jumbo black umbrealla crosses piyal from behind "aisa lagta hai , tum banke saawan.. "sings man while looking at piyal from up to down. Piyal comes down from pedestrian and walks on road. She looks down at road while rain water dripping from her hair over her cheeks, her eye lashes after being wet seems to define her bold big eyes more prominently, her pink supple cheeks seems to match with pink embridered rose on her white night suit kurti. She is deep in her thoughts, forgets about rain, this incident has triggered all what was plugged inside. Deep in remembering one event after other she turns left.
'piyal...' Suddenly a voice comes from white car she just crossed.
She turns back, not expecting to find anyone known on the road now. She doesnt want to give explanation behind her roaming like that at nigh to anyone.
'piyal wait ..' a man comes out of car towards her.
'piyal where are you going, do you need lift, its raining heavily..' says jatin
'No, its okay, i came to walk after dinner and it started raining' piyal thinks quickly of something.
'Its okay , come i will leave at home' says Jatin, while going to throw his bowl of 'aloochat' in dustbin.
"Its okay, i am fine " piyal refuses flatly, taking lift from Jatin at this point will aggravate matter at home.
"mera piya ghar aaya oh raam ji ...ting ting ting ", Jatin's phone rings.
"hello, yeah its Jatin, whos this .. "Jatin speaks on phone, while asking piyal to wait for a minute.
"Yes she is here, she.. " he looks at piyal ..then says something ..
Jatin comes back to piyal.
"who was this" piyal asked instantly as he comes back after call.
"its ajeet, he tells he is trying to reach you, but your phone is not reachable,
i confirmed him you are safe and i have assured him i will leave you at home ....." that is last favor which piyal was seeking from Jatin.
Sometimes its so confusing and surprising to know that a man doesn't understand anything or he understands everything still behaves so childishly.
"How will a husband like her wife to be with jatin at this time in this rain " asks piyal to himself afraid of ajeet's reaction.
"has he reached home? If he has reached home, then reetu has all his ears thats the worst that can happen to me. It will be almost impossible to convince him now, when he has found me with jatin now."
Last time he trusted piyal as she made him believe that Jatin & her at CCD was just a coincidence. How could she say its actually a coincidence now. Piyal thinks all in one moment. Her head seems heavy, she starts crying out of fear. Tears starts rolling out of her eyes instantly.
"What happened, dont worry i will leave you safely at home, is there anything to worry about , why are you crying? " asks Jatin puzzled holds her arm and wipes one tear of her face.
"Jatin.."piyal takes his hand away and sees around, a woman looking at piyal while having her golgappa in big opened mouth. Staring at a crying wet beauty has become more essential than gulping big golgappa going inside the mouth.
"Piyal, is it related to us ?"asks Jatin suspecting her continuous unexpected tears after phone call.
"Jatin you remember CCD? " asks piyal looking at blue grey strips of his shirt.
"Yes..i remember " Jatin says sadly again wiping her cheek and then placing a hair
back behind her ear.
"Its not right Jatin.."says piyal and bursts into crying. Her nose has gone red with rain and tears. She searches a tissue in pockets and Jatin offers her his handkerchief.
Monday, December 27, 2010
While Leaving Mumbai....
Once i scribbled here , perhaps the first post of my blog .. Entering Mumbai ..but never knew will write some day leaving mumbai too ..and the day has come ..am going to kolkata, they call it city of joy .
Before questioning why is it called city of joy when people for finding joy in life are leaving it everyday.Does it actually happens that they find the "sought joy" somewhere else or they keep searching it everywhere but it was lying back in city of joy !! Dats a question i feel every native of kolkata bengali or nonbengali (including My husband) is struggling to find answer to .Because of the peculiar patriotism of them , they will go to all parts of country or world discarding kolkata
totally for life But even after 50 years you ask them ..how is life ..They will plaintively say "Its naut that goood as waus in kolkota.."!!
and you cannot escape thinking what the lack has been in their life ..in these 50 years ..it seems all is well..
Now while leaving what i am taking with me are many learning i got to have in my initial bachelor days, spent here ..starting from very small like only from mumbai i learnt to ask rightfully, a man to leave seat , sitting on ladies seat in BEST bus.
to live life in totality, with all opportunities still opened, at any age for you.
The first thing generally people ay about mumbaikars "They are fast , no body has time for others" yes i agree !! But then i would say we really feel breach of our private space in cities where people have too much time.you can have real description of what is happening in my life from any one in neighborhood.
perhaps people in mumbai are not good at managing so many things together, to cope up with information about people around that these encycopedia people are .
no offences meant i liked mumbai so my post might seem biased but then i am human it has right to be biased for a place which i like ...:)
Before questioning why is it called city of joy when people for finding joy in life are leaving it everyday.Does it actually happens that they find the "sought joy" somewhere else or they keep searching it everywhere but it was lying back in city of joy !! Dats a question i feel every native of kolkata bengali or nonbengali (including My husband) is struggling to find answer to .Because of the peculiar patriotism of them , they will go to all parts of country or world discarding kolkata
totally for life But even after 50 years you ask them ..how is life ..They will plaintively say "Its naut that goood as waus in kolkota.."!!
and you cannot escape thinking what the lack has been in their life ..in these 50 years ..it seems all is well..
Now while leaving what i am taking with me are many learning i got to have in my initial bachelor days, spent here ..starting from very small like only from mumbai i learnt to ask rightfully, a man to leave seat , sitting on ladies seat in BEST bus.
to live life in totality, with all opportunities still opened, at any age for you.
The first thing generally people ay about mumbaikars "They are fast , no body has time for others" yes i agree !! But then i would say we really feel breach of our private space in cities where people have too much time.you can have real description of what is happening in my life from any one in neighborhood.
perhaps people in mumbai are not good at managing so many things together, to cope up with information about people around that these encycopedia people are .
no offences meant i liked mumbai so my post might seem biased but then i am human it has right to be biased for a place which i like ...:)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Shd i do business of service ?
Do you have this question in mind ?
My answer is
If you have habbit to work more than your what you are paid, then jump into business ; else jump into service .................
i learnt ..........it from life ...........
My answer is
If you have habbit to work more than your what you are paid, then jump into business ; else jump into service .................
i learnt ..........it from life ...........
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
"Did you like something......" he asked .......
Lets accept it shamelessly ,I being not at all unusual , am a person who tries to chase each single free/discounted offer in the market.
Once i was with my husband in "Center One" mall Vashi Navi Mumbai and intended to buy a handbag.I searched many places but none was into "my range" which mostly is just a little less than what is available in that shop
Finally .....
We reached to a small crowded chinese shop with so many ladies like me searching through many items available in that shop , anything you may ask, starting from tooth brush to accessories to shoes to everything and it was there in that shop at so called "reasonable rates" .I went inside with a hope of a "reasonable price" hand bag.
And... i found one , not only one but two three all together in one corner of shop hanging together on a peg !!
I was happy i found them okay in looks and tried to take out one , but "what was that ?" i found it was heavy .It had something EXTRA inside ...with it fully free
I disentangled one bag from others and tried to judge what is there inside, by shape of object , feeling it from outside of bag..judged from its sound that it was steel sound, later recognized it must be some utensil inside and ..........
i was filled with unspoken satisfaction that finally i found a bag, in reasonable range that too with Free tiffin boxes inside ..i was happy in simple words.
I went with the bag to salesman asking for price telling that i liked it and want to buy it .
"whats d price of it ?" i asked
"Its not for sale mam .."he replied
"but why? "i asked with surprise
"They are staff bags mam ....please choose some thing else from the shop ...." he said candidly ...
I was so embarrassed and wanted to hide myself somewhere into dark pit inside ground while putting his bag back to its place.
I just rushed outside that shop where my husband was waiting and
"did you like something ?" he asked
"yes but......"i said ...............:)
Once i was with my husband in "Center One" mall Vashi Navi Mumbai and intended to buy a handbag.I searched many places but none was into "my range" which mostly is just a little less than what is available in that shop
Finally .....
We reached to a small crowded chinese shop with so many ladies like me searching through many items available in that shop , anything you may ask, starting from tooth brush to accessories to shoes to everything and it was there in that shop at so called "reasonable rates" .I went inside with a hope of a "reasonable price" hand bag.
And... i found one , not only one but two three all together in one corner of shop hanging together on a peg !!
I was happy i found them okay in looks and tried to take out one , but "what was that ?" i found it was heavy .It had something EXTRA inside ...with it fully free
I disentangled one bag from others and tried to judge what is there inside, by shape of object , feeling it from outside of bag..judged from its sound that it was steel sound, later recognized it must be some utensil inside and ..........
i was filled with unspoken satisfaction that finally i found a bag, in reasonable range that too with Free tiffin boxes inside ..i was happy in simple words.
I went with the bag to salesman asking for price telling that i liked it and want to buy it .
"whats d price of it ?" i asked
"Its not for sale mam .."he replied
"but why? "i asked with surprise
"They are staff bags mam ....please choose some thing else from the shop ...." he said candidly ...
I was so embarrassed and wanted to hide myself somewhere into dark pit inside ground while putting his bag back to its place.
I just rushed outside that shop where my husband was waiting and
"did you like something ?" he asked
"yes but......"i said ...............:)
...just because i cant give that love to you.....
I am sad
Not because you behaved badly ....
I am sad because
I can not give you "That immense love ...."
which i could have given today....
I love you
But i dont love habbits /ways you possess ....
I am sad
as that air of love
which when crossed me first
before reaching you ....
could not start from here itself today ....
i am sad not because you behaved badly ...
its your concern
i am sad
because i am devoid of that immense love
i could have given you today .........
Not because you behaved badly ....
I am sad because
I can not give you "That immense love ...."
which i could have given today....
I love you
But i dont love habbits /ways you possess ....
I am sad
as that air of love
which when crossed me first
before reaching you ....
could not start from here itself today ....
i am sad not because you behaved badly ...
its your concern
i am sad
because i am devoid of that immense love
i could have given you today .........
भूल से भूल हो गयी.........
ऐसा लगता है की
ऐसा सा लगता हैं की
खुद ही खुद को खुद ही के हाथो से
निकलते देख रही हूँ
खुद ही के हाथो से
फिसलते देख रही हूँ ...
संभाले ना संभल रही हैं
बस जिंदगी का दिया और ....
बाटी धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं
धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं
धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं .........
खुद ही की डोर जो हाथ से सरकती सरकती ..
रोकना चाह उछाल लगायी ...
भागी दौड़ी सब जान लगायी ..
संभाले ना वोह तब संभलती ...बस सरकती सरकती ...
ना जाने कब ........
बस पतंग को ढीले पड़ते हुए देखा ..
गिरते हुए धीरे धीरे कट कर
खुद की पतंग मैं देख रही हूँ ....
फिर लगता की .............
जब बाती में ज़िन्दगी से लड़ने की शक्ति थी ...
जब डोर हाथो में संभल सकती थी
तब ही उस दीपक तले ....
सपनो की चादर बुन लेती तो अच था ...
तब ही उस पतंग को आकाश की
असीम ऊंची दुनिया से मिलवाती तो अच्छा था
आज हवा चलेगी ..और बाती का तेल जलने लगेगा ..
कभी वर्षा शायद बाती को ....समय निकलने का एहसास दिलाने लगे .......
आज शायद ...हवा रुख पलट ले ...
और मेरी पतंग ...को समय के आगे झुकने का एहसास दिलाने लगे ...
और मुझे मेरी नासमझी में छूटी हुई लगाम का एहसास दिलाने लगे ..
भूल से भूल हो गयी
पर समय तो बस चलता ही रहता हैं
चलता ही रहता हैं ....वोह अपनी रफ़्तार में ...
फिर आवाज लगा कर मुझे पूछता की
तुम पीछे क्यों रह गयी ...
तुम पीछे क्यों रह गयी ...
बस मैं यही कह पायी की
भूल से भूल हो गयी ............
भूल से भूल हो गयी ............
ऐसा सा लगता हैं की
खुद ही खुद को खुद ही के हाथो से
निकलते देख रही हूँ
खुद ही के हाथो से
फिसलते देख रही हूँ ...
संभाले ना संभल रही हैं
बस जिंदगी का दिया और ....
बाटी धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं
धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं
धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं .........
खुद ही की डोर जो हाथ से सरकती सरकती ..
रोकना चाह उछाल लगायी ...
भागी दौड़ी सब जान लगायी ..
संभाले ना वोह तब संभलती ...बस सरकती सरकती ...
ना जाने कब ........
बस पतंग को ढीले पड़ते हुए देखा ..
गिरते हुए धीरे धीरे कट कर
खुद की पतंग मैं देख रही हूँ ....
फिर लगता की .............
जब बाती में ज़िन्दगी से लड़ने की शक्ति थी ...
जब डोर हाथो में संभल सकती थी
तब ही उस दीपक तले ....
सपनो की चादर बुन लेती तो अच था ...
तब ही उस पतंग को आकाश की
असीम ऊंची दुनिया से मिलवाती तो अच्छा था
आज हवा चलेगी ..और बाती का तेल जलने लगेगा ..
कभी वर्षा शायद बाती को ....समय निकलने का एहसास दिलाने लगे .......
आज शायद ...हवा रुख पलट ले ...
और मेरी पतंग ...को समय के आगे झुकने का एहसास दिलाने लगे ...
और मुझे मेरी नासमझी में छूटी हुई लगाम का एहसास दिलाने लगे ..
भूल से भूल हो गयी
पर समय तो बस चलता ही रहता हैं
चलता ही रहता हैं ....वोह अपनी रफ़्तार में ...
फिर आवाज लगा कर मुझे पूछता की
तुम पीछे क्यों रह गयी ...
तुम पीछे क्यों रह गयी ...
बस मैं यही कह पायी की
भूल से भूल हो गयी ............
भूल से भूल हो गयी ............
irony that confuses ..
जहा सूखे घडो के ढेर को
लम्बी क़तर में मुह चिड़ाते
देखा प्यासी रोती सूखी आँखों ने
कुआ सूखा , नल है सूखा
चिलचिलाती धुप जलाती
गीली जीभ को भी सूखा रही है
सूखी घास पानी में गूंथे
बूखी रोती मुनिया , छाती पर बांधे
खाली बर्तन टन टन करते टंकार
कर्जा रुपी काली डायन , सीने पर कर रही झंकार
पर बापू किसान , चंद घंटे पहले
आत्महत्या का हुआ शिकार
सड़के कच्ची, बिजली न पहुंचे
भयंकर गरीबी जबड़ो में दबोचे
शिक्षा स्कूल ना समझे जरूरी
बीवी बचो संग , जम कर करो मजूरी ,
तब कोई कहता मेरा देश में कमी है
कमी देश में पानी की और अन्न की
और सबसे भारी कमी धन की ...
यह सच्चाई नहीं , पर है एक सरल बहाना
कमी कमी का डंका बजा कर , ५ साल तक कुर्सी ज़माना
प्रपंच गडा जाता है , कमी का भयंकर
भुवन भवन गगन चूमते , बनते जाते उनके समय पर
क्योंकि जहा एक तरफ का भारत प्यासा
दूजी तरफ है नग्न तमाशा
झुण्ड रैन डांस में नाचे
खेतो का पानी , पैसे वाले नाचने को खींचे
क्योंकि जहा एक तरफ का भारत भूखा
वही सड़कर गलकर ढेरो टन में
फेंका जाता कनक गट्टर में
जहा मुनिया रोये निवाले को एक
भर्ष्टाचार निगले वह मुनिया अनेक
जहा एक तरफ मेरा देश गरीब , कमी धन की जहा बड़ी है
खेलो का बहाना बनाकर , करोड़ो की लूट मची है
स्तादियम फ्ल्योवर ब्रिज और सड़के
पैसो की ज्यों बाड है आई , कहते खुद को फिर भी कड़के
कभी नाम पर चारे के ,कभी नाम पर बन्दूको के
कभी नाम पर खेलो के ,खाया खाया कितना खाया ,
लोभ की गोली खायी, और दुश्चरित्र के चूरन से सब पचाया
यु शर्म करे और सोचे खुद में
जवाब क्या देंगे गर पूछे
मुनिया किसना सुखिया हम से
क्या देश है तुम्हारी निजी जायदाद
लूटा खसोटा भेडियो सा , देख का बस अपना स्वार्थ
एक स्तादियम हजार करोड का
भर पायेगा क्या पेट हमारा
लम्बी क़तर में मुह चिड़ाते
देखा प्यासी रोती सूखी आँखों ने
कुआ सूखा , नल है सूखा
चिलचिलाती धुप जलाती
गीली जीभ को भी सूखा रही है
सूखी घास पानी में गूंथे
बूखी रोती मुनिया , छाती पर बांधे
खाली बर्तन टन टन करते टंकार
कर्जा रुपी काली डायन , सीने पर कर रही झंकार
पर बापू किसान , चंद घंटे पहले
आत्महत्या का हुआ शिकार
सड़के कच्ची, बिजली न पहुंचे
भयंकर गरीबी जबड़ो में दबोचे
शिक्षा स्कूल ना समझे जरूरी
बीवी बचो संग , जम कर करो मजूरी ,
तब कोई कहता मेरा देश में कमी है
कमी देश में पानी की और अन्न की
और सबसे भारी कमी धन की ...
यह सच्चाई नहीं , पर है एक सरल बहाना
कमी कमी का डंका बजा कर , ५ साल तक कुर्सी ज़माना
प्रपंच गडा जाता है , कमी का भयंकर
भुवन भवन गगन चूमते , बनते जाते उनके समय पर
क्योंकि जहा एक तरफ का भारत प्यासा
दूजी तरफ है नग्न तमाशा
झुण्ड रैन डांस में नाचे
खेतो का पानी , पैसे वाले नाचने को खींचे
क्योंकि जहा एक तरफ का भारत भूखा
वही सड़कर गलकर ढेरो टन में
फेंका जाता कनक गट्टर में
जहा मुनिया रोये निवाले को एक
भर्ष्टाचार निगले वह मुनिया अनेक
जहा एक तरफ मेरा देश गरीब , कमी धन की जहा बड़ी है
खेलो का बहाना बनाकर , करोड़ो की लूट मची है
स्तादियम फ्ल्योवर ब्रिज और सड़के
पैसो की ज्यों बाड है आई , कहते खुद को फिर भी कड़के
कभी नाम पर चारे के ,कभी नाम पर बन्दूको के
कभी नाम पर खेलो के ,खाया खाया कितना खाया ,
लोभ की गोली खायी, और दुश्चरित्र के चूरन से सब पचाया
यु शर्म करे और सोचे खुद में
जवाब क्या देंगे गर पूछे
मुनिया किसना सुखिया हम से
क्या देश है तुम्हारी निजी जायदाद
लूटा खसोटा भेडियो सा , देख का बस अपना स्वार्थ
एक स्तादियम हजार करोड का
भर पायेगा क्या पेट हमारा
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