तारीफ़

तारीफ़ 
Context :It all started from a feeling of not able to compliment people.My father has been doing that for long.And I endorsed the lineage with full virtue.I can still remember those dining table conversations where my mom would ask "kaisa bana hai" and my father would say without an tweaks "Theek hai".It used to kill everything.Its not that we people don't like complimenting.Its just that our ways are different.While I prefer a witty sense of complimenting or may be a compliment in disguise or a hyperbole.Sometimes even my criticism is a compliment.And I must tell you this goes very badly with girls.Experience se bol rha hun.

थोड़ी हिचकिचाहट है 

लफ्ज़ टटोल रहा हूँ 

थोडा सब्र तो करो 

पूरा दिल ही खोल रहा हूँ 

झुकी नज़रों से देखा है 

बस अब रूह घोल रहा हूँ 

ऐ वक़्त ज़रा ठहर जाओ 

खालिस  सच बोल रहा हूँ 

मुस्कुराती शाम की हंसी में 

सुहानी रात का ताला है 

सपने दरवाज़े पे खड़े हैं 

बस चाबी का उजाला है 

तुम्हारी तारीफों के पुल को 

कुछ दरख्तों का इंतज़ार है 

तुम्हारे ज़ुल्फ़ों के घने जंगल में 

अब भी बहार ही बहार है 

तुम्हारी शक्शियत कि शान में 

दो शेर बोल रहा हूँ 

पर वो कुछ भारी से हैं 

इसलिए अब भी तोल रहा हूँ 

1-खुली खिड़की है बारिश में 

   हवा के झोंकों का आग़ाज़ है 

   वो बूँदें चेहरे पे पड़तीं 

   और दिल में दस्तक की आवाज़ है 

2 -बरस कर देखती हो तुम 

    मैं कितने दिन से बादल हूँ 

    बरसना भूल जाता हूँ 

    तेरी आँखों का काजल हूँ 

कि झिलमिल रोशनी से मैं 

ये कितनी बार हूँ कहता 

अगर तुम चांदनी होती 

तो मैं दरिया सा ना बहता 

चलो अब बैठकर फिर से 

बहाने याद करता हूँ 

तुम्हें लफ़्ज़ों के पिंजड़े से 

मैं फिर आज़ाद करता हूँ

I remember this Nusrat Fateh Ali Khaan Song right now.Aafreen Aafreen.Husn-e-jaana ki taarif Mumkin nahi

ख़ालिस:pure
दरख़्त:  wood
बरस : rain,tears ,anger
आग़ाज़ :start 
25.01.2014

Look Beyond Mr Sherlock

I was never an avid reader;or a literature enthusiast;or a critic or even a writer.What I was or what I am and what I have been is a "keen observer".I try to see things not as they are;but as a cumulative of related incidents and things which are interconnected and which co-influence each other.Am I a geek ?? No;nowhere close to that.To sum it all,I am just a little Sherlock of my own world and I am trying to look beyond.What I am seeking is not clear;it might be distant; it might be close but I am trying to look hard enough to gaze beyond all the haze.

Anyways that was not what I was referring to;I was pointing towards the night sky.Looking at the dark patch of the sky and the illuminati of stars I am wondering which one of these complements the other.Whether its the twinkling stars which complete the darkness or whether its the darkness which fills in the collage of stars.Nice question isn't it?? Lets not find the answer.Lets not analyze this relationship.Let us see the moon.Its bright but it has patches too.And it shrinks and then expands.That is true for any human emotion or any relationship.But let us not compare.Let us stop here.

Anyways that was not what I was referring to.I was pointing towards that child in his mothers lap.He looks contented.Has he had food or has he been lulled by a lullaby?? Even I had food sometime back but my face would never look so serene.Sing me a lullaby then.Where is the I pod?Oh Shut up.You are not getting the point.Is it the mothers lap then??He is giggling now. That's innate isn't it?? Or has he learnt the tricks of the world?;laugh at others and be contented.No-no you are not getting my point;he is a child for god sake. Okay let us stop here.

Anyways that was not what I was referring to;I was pointing to that old lady who sells vegetables in my neighborhood.That basket looks heavy;sweat is tumbling down her forehead and neck.Oh but she stops whenever someone beckons;puts it down; slyly agrees to all the bargain,gets few pennies but has a sense of contentment and glaze on her face a midst those wrinkles.Should I fetch a glass of water for her?? Who cares?? Let us not be humane.Better I should buy some vegetables.Oh crap;Its not trendy enough.I ll get it from Big Bazaar or something.I think she has lived her life and is probably married long back;might have grandchildren too.Why is she selling those vegetables then??;doesn't she have kids to work for her?? Ok they might not sell vegetable; its not trendy enough;working as a car driver in a distant land is much trendier.He might have a mobile.Let me get his no and call him and tell him what his mother is going through.Chuck it.Why should I poke in."Amma aalu kaise diya?" She whimpers "10 rupaiya kilo". "8 lagaogi toh 2 kilo lunga".She agrees.Deal closed.Let us stop here.

Anyways that was not what I was referring to;I was pointing to Sharma Uncles new car.Its a silver grey Honda City.But they had a car no.Ya Ya they had a Esteem. That's outlandish now.But Honda demands a hefty sum of money. Isn't it? Don't you know he is filthy rich.He deserves a car like that. Ohh but his driver uses a rickety bicycle.What about that??You moron,what has Sharma Uncle to do with that?.I was just saying.Here comes aunty;"Memsaab gaadi jabardust lag rhi hai""Ab paise lagein hai toh lagegi hi;per dhyaan se chalana aajkal tum bahut laparwaah ho gye ho".He nods,locks his bicycle sits in the front seat and vroom vroom.Contrast isnt it??Chuck it. Let us stop here.

Anyways that was not what I was referring to;I was pointing to that group of street children playing with a rug in the park.They look tarred but happy.Here comes Kush; he wants to play with them.Gets into the group;starts playing soccer with that rug. Ohh that's pure Ronaldo stuff.He is a talented chap.They seem too happy with each other.But they are ragged and he is in his classy uniform.Don't you see the difference?? Ahh they are kids and its a soccer game;all that matters is kicking at the right time and with the right force.Who cares?. Ohh and now his mother calls;"Kush beta uniform gandi ho jaayegi teri ;aake khaana khaa le".He is not bothered.But seems his mother is.She calls umpteen times and he has to obey with a distraught mind."Beta tereko bola hai naa un bacchon ke saath mat khela kar".Yup they are different. Kush is different for them too;but they dont seem to be bothered and neither does Kush care about all this.Ohh you don't know about mothers.So don't judge.Ahh I know about vanity but Let us stop here.

Anyways that was not what I was referring to;I was pointing at myself.Am I even close to understanding this world or even me??Am I a narcissist?? STFU Mr SHERLOCK.Let us not judge.Let us stop here.

PS:Inspired by RAVISH KUMAR's QUOTE:शौक-ए-दीदार अगर है तो नज़र पैदा कर

Bear-with the!punctuation*marks#and other stuffs?

नंबर का खेल

PS:It all started from a Gulzar song from Izazat;Mera kuch Saaman tumhare paas pada hai...The line was"116 chaand ki raatein aur tumhare kaandhe ka til".It was shuttling in my mind.I wrote few random lines to start with.But the main poem happened on a train journey to Ranchi.

                                    {चालीस चोर

                                       दस बहाने

                                   हज़ार की रिश्वत

                                      एक ना माने

                                     तीन इकके
                                     पाँच पांडव

                                      सौ कौरव

                                      एक जीत

                                      सात सुर
                                       नव रस

                                       दो प्रेमी

                                      एक गीत }

                         

                                     लाखॊं  लोग
                                  हज़ारोँ  ख्वाहिशें

                                 एक चुटकी नमक

                                  दो मुट्ठी गुंजाइशें

                                 चार दिन की चाँदनी

                                सात जन्मो का साथ

                                 एक और एक ग्यारह

                                    दो और दो पाँच

                                चार मुस्कुराते मौसम

                                   तीन सौ पैंसठ रातें

                                    आधा अधूरा चाँद

                                   दस तरह की बातें

                                   आधा पेट खाना

                                    आधे मुँह हँसी

                                   एक ग्लास पानी

                                     दो घूँट बेबसी

                                   गालोँ  पे दो भंवर

                                  आँखोँ  के दो झील

                                 दो होठोँ  की खिड़की

                                  मुहाने पे एक तिल

                                  सवा रुपैया चढ़ावा

                                 विष्णु दश-अवतार

                                हज़ार फूलो की चादर

                                  एक पीर की मज़ार

                              खोली नंबर एक सौ आठ

                            बिल्ला नंबर सात सौ छियासी

                                    एक आना खुशी

                                    दो पैसा उदासी

                                 एक जलती सिगरेट

                                     चार कप चाय

                                  चार दोस्त साथ में

                                     दो बातें हो जाए

                                   लाखॊं की कमाई

                                 दो पैसे की हाय हाय

                                  आठ पर्सेंट इंटेरेस्ट

                                 दस हज़ार की EMI

                                 एक कटोरी ज़िंदगी

                                आधा चममच प्यार

                               चार सीटियाँ कूकर क़ी

                               एक रेसिपी मसालेदार

                                   मेरा एक सवाल

                               उसका दो टुक जवाब

                                एक मैं;एक चौराहा

                               अनगिनत मेरे ख्वाब