Rain and childhood

"Our childhood is what we spend the rest of our lives overcoming."

I do strongly feel that there is close relationship between our childhood and rain.
Remember the days when we rain used to be fun for us. It was heavenly to play football in school during rainy days, no matter what the next lecture was. We would wait for the monsoon and relish getting wet in the rain knowing we were due for scolding from our parents or catch cold. Now that there is no one to scold us, we are afraid of getting wet. Sometimes rain used to be our best excuse for not wanting to go to school ;) but now no matter how many cats and dogs are raining, we need to reach office by 10. Its 9 pm and am waiting for the rain to stop so that I can go home.


Don't know what changed us. The paper boats, which were abundantly made from old newspaper and floated in the water, are gone now. Can't find even one in my neighborhood. Were we different or the tastes of this generation changed completely.


Make me wonder rain has been same throughout but we are changing with time.

The Net

Its been long since I blogged or wrote something I realized or felt strongly about. This thought has been pestering me for a long time. "Life without Internet". Leave all the e-biz and economic stuff, what would have be like to be without emails, chats, orkut or facebook esp the "applications" speculating when I'll die, or who I'll marry or what my fortune would be :P. Better what our life was just 5-6 years ago and what its now.



I still remember writing those inland letters and postcards to mom dad sharing the hostel experience and events with them. It was truly amazing to get a letter from someone and read it whole day again and again. Well now that feeling and that experience is no where to be found. Now we have e-mails and chats which have replaced even the phone calls that we used to make to our friends. Reading the lines can never replace the voice of the other person. Want to share something, post it on Facebook. Want to know whereabouts of a guy, post a scrap on his orkut account. Things are changing and changing pretty fast. Some for good, some for better and some for worse.



I still believe that Internet has spoiled us for the worse. Be it school or college, our favourite time pass esp on a weekend was to ride your bicycle to the nearest friend / ground and play cricket, volleyball the whole day until your stomach cried for food. We would miss lectures, bunk labs even mid sems ;) for playing volleyball in the hostel courtyard. Whole hostel would turn up to watch India playing in the common room. The best part was the celebrations/analysis we used to have after the match. Now we spend our weekends playing Mafia Wars, doing farming and playing stupid applications on Facebook.



I am not saying that I am not a part of this. Even I have changed with time and tend to realize it lately, but would like to share the same experience again with my friends.

Kismat

kismat kya kya khel khelti hai,
yeh kaun bata pata hai
koi ek pal mein sab jeet leta hai
koi usse pal sab haar jata hai
koi kya jeeta koi kya haar
usse farak nahin padta doston
khel to tab khatam hota hai
jab koi haar kar bhi jeet jata hai.



aaj phir kuch likhne ki tamanna jagi hai
apne dard ko zabaan par lani ki himaat jutai hai
dafan karna padta hai un alfason ko dil ki gehrayee mein
jab log unka mazaak uda ja jate hain.



har kisis ke pyar ko uski mukammil manzil nahin milti
haar ranjhe ko uski heer nahin milti
hum aankh bichai baithe rehte hian unki rahon mein
par kambhaqt zalim ki ek jhakal nahin milti



Is dard bhari duniya mein
koi thodi khushiyan udhar de jaye
woh apne saath ka vada kar dein
madlein mein meri zindagi saath le jayein

Thode se aur....

woh pal hi kuch khas tha, jab unse nazrein milein
woh pal hi kuch khas tha, jab unse mulakat hui
woh pal hi kuch khas tha jab unse ikraar hua
woh pal hi kuch khas tha, jab unka inkaar hua
woh pal khas ban jata hai, jab unki yaad aati hai
woh pal khas ban jata hai, jab uski baat dil ka taar ched jati hai
zindagi mein abhi bhi intezar hai unka , unka saath meri zindagi khas bana jata hai......


agar dil ka dard bardaasht ke paar na hota
agar hathon mein kagaz kalam na hota
agar unhone yun thukraya na hota
sach kehta hun doston, tumhara dost aaj shayar na hota.....



jab kabhi dil mein unka khayal aata hai
aankhon mein unka chehra utar jata hai
tab sajti hai dil mein yadoon ke mehfil
aur har sama rangeen ban jata hai


ek pal mein yeh dil mera na raha
unki har aada mein kuch aisi baat thi
agar maarna hi tha to mud kar dekh liya hota
yun muskurane ki kya zaroorat thi



dil ki gehrayion mein surat hai uski
meri har saans mein mehak hai uski
naam poochne par ek hi jawab aayega doston
meri dil to zakhm dena fitrat hai jiski.......


As usual comments are invited......

My First Posting...A few lines straight from the heart

This is supposed to be my first posting. I dont know when i started doing this but one day i just wrote out whatever was there in my mind. I am not saying that i am writer, but would like to share some lines with you all. Will be eagerly waiting for the comments and advice.

Here it goes

Kehte hain ishq mein log likhna seekh jate hain
Dil ke har dard ko sehna seekh jate hain
koi do panktiyan kya likh de apne dil ke haal par
log use shaiyar keh jate hain.



Mudat se ek chehre ki thi talash
Woh ek lamhe mein samne se guzar gaya
koshish ki use apne dil mein basa lun
par main to uska deedar bhi na kar saka.



Jis waqt ka tha zindagi mein intezar
woh pal aakar chala bhi gaya
dil ne chaha ki usmein zindagai guzar dun
par main to usmein mar bhi na saka.



aisi kya khata hui thi humse
ki unhein humse roothna pada tha
mangi thi pal bhar ki khusi unse
zindagai bhar ka saath to na maanga tha



Ishq logon ko jeena seekh deta hai
wafa ke naam par marna seekha deta hai
agar ishq nahin kiya hia to kar de dekho
zalim har dard sehna seekha deta hai