Talaash hai......

is mashroof zindagi mein
ek pal sukoon ki talaash hai
aur hauslon me jaan daalne ko
ek naye junoon ki talaash hai

kaid hai dariya dil ke andar
us dariya ko sahejne ko
ek samandar ki talaash hai
jo udaa de ghumon ke badal
us bawandar ki talash hai

Dar jaate hain din ke ujaale mein
aur ghabra jaatein hai roshni se
ab andheron se dosti ko
kisi raat ki talaash hai

jo tod de khamoshiyon ki deewar
us baat ki talaash hai
jal kar ho gaye rakh ye armaan
ab bas kuchh umeed hai baaki
us umeed ke beej dhundne ko
us raakh ki talaash hai

jo jala de bandhan ki rassiyan
mujhe us aag ki talaash hai
ho gaya hoon gumraah main
kho gayi hain manzilein
us manzil ko paane ko
nayi raah ki talaash hai
us safar me jaane ko
ek humraah ki talaash hai

Drifting night and the clear mind

slowly and slowly, this night drifting away
moving the melancholy thoughts and the darkness too
waving hands in a bid to good bye
moving my heart and my mind on a new way

this cold night and the dark memories
with ticking clock, slowly and slowly slipping away
clearing the mind and easing the deep pain
making room for a bright new day

Those painful thoughts and those heart piercing talks
slowly and finely getting erased away
hope my new day begins in a complete new world
And no residue from my past affecting that future day

REAL ME Vs IDEAL ME

These days I have been fighting an undeclared battle with myself for a past few days.Actually the duel is between the "real me" and the "Ideal me".The ideal me has always emerged as the powerful opponent on all the previous clashes and this time too the odds are against the "real me".
The "ideal me" has got a lot of weapons in its armoury and has been using it quite effectively all the time.It has always compelled me to surrender to it.It once forced me to take responsibility of something that was not possible for my potential.This special weapon had cost me a lot of time and fun and more effects are still to be seen.And the victims were not only me but apart from me , my couple of friends and colleagues were dragged in the battle too.Sometimes I felt myself responsible for the misery through which we all were going through out that period day and night.They were awesome friends and they never complained . They were too adamant to leave me in that mid stream .They worked to their full potential ,braved the various difficulties,faced the scoldings without a sign of regret on their faces.While most of our colleagues were enjoying their internship , me along with my team were stuck in the Dept. of pediatrics dealing with life and death of hundreds of little childrens.Some of them who were lucky enough , went home while others lost their battle with death.
However after that period the whole team was praise by one and all in the hospital.That was a huge relief for us.
But now similar low intensity skirmishes are going on between the "TWO ME's".The ideal me as always force me to wake up early,get ready on time,no time on internet or PC and always be ready to say yes.On the other hand ,the real me tells to enjoy the cold winter,watch a movie,write a couple of things on WRITERBABU,enjoy stroll and study a little if there is time left for that.
This thought of real me as enjoying the winter in a nice warm blanket{of course alone:p] while the temperature outside 1 degree celsius was about to make the real me victorious this time but suddenly the ideal me atacked with its hidden ammunitions and I was about to be knocked out.At that very moment when I was about to get out of that warm nice blanket the cold air striking my body got back the senses of real me and gave a huge "upper cut" to the ideal me."it is too cold out side.Hell with the bathing...can be postponed .No significant work in the hospital.I can call my sis...she can take care of all as she has done many times before..So ultimately ,i can sleep some more..........

PS-I don't want to escalate this conflict to a large scale because I know the reality that some times ideal is more powerful than real...HE HE HE :D

The drunkard.....................

People never call me a drunkard.But honestly, i was never a drunkard from the beginning.I have always been a good guy since my school days.I used to frown upon the mention of alcohol "daaru" and had a nauseating feeling even on slight smell of alcohol even from the homeopathic meds .I had always resisted any attempts from my friends for the drinks the sake of the "dosti".But once I was compelled by one of my buddies through his filmy dramatic emotional blackmail to take one shot.and i had to obey him as i had no other options of disposing that liquid .As the solution drenched my tongue and throat gave a strange burning sensation ,made a way to my stomach and gave that burning sensation there too.I wondered what was so special about that every one is so mad about it and moreover it tasted pretty awful.
Then after two more drinks I felt the warmth of my skin and flushing of my face and had strange sensation.My limbs were feeling light and i felt as if my head is floating above my body.Then I realised that I have already shifted the gear to the second gear of drinking and at this stage whiskey was drinking whiskey.And i was not in mood to go to the third gear where most of my friends were already present. There were emotional outburst and and some of them even crying in the memory of their exes and I had give shoulder to every one of these "AASHIQs" to cry on it.i remembered a quote"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
Then it was turn of my friend to cry on my shoulder and he again started to prove my fault for rejecting to drink at the first time.Then i had to drink two more shots to pacify him.This time i got nothing special only the previous feelings were intensified.I wondered if I was stuck in the second gear where as most of my friends had become Michael Jackson and professional dancers moving on the tunes of top Bollywood numbers.Although their steps was far more crude than the original dancers and I had to protect myself from the unintentional blows and kicks during the dance.Then one of my friends came to me again I had to take two more shots with him for not being with him for the drink.Then I felt that i had quite a difficulty in walking.I had to put my steps carefully to avoid stumbling on the stairs though my speech was normal.My friends were now saying now that you are a cheat you are an old player,you rascal.And I had to take one more for this cheating.Now I felt that i will lie on the ground.walking wasn't possible at all and all of us were completely deranged.At this time i thought to go to my room on my own . At that very moment my best buddy started to vomit and all the others were almost unconscious.I had to carry him on my shoulders to his room .i was cursing myself ...had i been more strict and impermeable to those blackmails i would have safely be able to take me and my friend to his room.Anyway as soon i reached there i threw him to his bed,hurled a few abuses and said "screw you"...........Then I proceeded to my room slowly and fell down on my bed only to woken up by a call from my sis 5 mins later.Well she wasn't able to know that I was drunk then.
But still I remain careful enough and nobody knows about that..........i am a terrible drunkard some body told me
"I don't care how liberated this world becomes, a man will always be judged by the amount of alcohol he can consume.[ :D:D:D


The above story is a work of fiction and have no resemblance to any character or personality.

PS- i went to a conference and had a couple of drinks there.My sis was also there but i managed to remain hidden from her eyes remained innocent through the whole programme. When she will read this post i am sure she'll know.ha ha ha.so no advantage of remaining anonymous.......
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