AFTER ALL WHY DOES THE HEART WAIL

When clouds of pain spreads, When shadows of melancholy swing When tears brim the eyes When the lonely heart shivers I console the heart, After all, why do you wail ? A daily act of the life it is. With these deep undisturbed silences The needles of time distributes their share to everybody. A zip - o - pouch of sadness is everybody's lot. A bit of sunshine to everybody's lot. With no grounds for reasons your eyes are wet. Every moment holds in its womb a new moment. Why then do u wail for moments ? Why then does the little heart still wail ? Javed Akhtar's Poem - DIL AAKHIR KYU ROTA HAI

THE GARIB RATH SUFFER

I could not have recalled a worst and funny journey so far, but I feel I had it yesterday on 31-05-11. I was travelling to Hyderabad after so many years ( many, mentioned because, I don't actually recall when and @ what age I had paid [pun used intentionally] a visit here. So, the journey began with a lot of negative feelings. I didn't want to go there alone, in a unhappy mood. My husband was not interested in joining me. However, the journey began, I boarding 3 tier AC compartment G5. And then began the Safar, Anjaana Safar - unfolding a new mystery of how our political systems run flourishingly even in trains !! The air from the Ac almost entered our kurtas, pants and danced within tickling our bones - our tummies gurgling gud gud with hunger especially right at a time when a regular hawker swiftly pushing himself between the suitcases, bags and sleepy passengers who were cleaning their berths for a SHAVASAN( also necessary in AC compartments !! just like general Compartments ) Hey guys sorry for diverting from the FOOD JOINT - CALLED HUNGER ! This particular food hawker was gaining everybody's attention. BIRIYANI - TYPE A - ANDA BIRIYANI, TYPE B - CHICKEN BIRIYANI, TYPE C- SADA BIRIYANI. Perhaps there was nobody who would follow the policy of Rashmi Bansal - STAY HUNGRY STAY FOOLISH (PUN +DDED) There was this young man in T - shirts who stopped him to buy one of these types.. "Bhaiyya, ek anda biriyani chahiye. Note - The food was all silver foiled and zip pouched just like our POLITICAL PARTIES. One could hardly scan and identify which one could have been Anda / Chicken / Sada. The vendor picked up one of the packets and gave in the hands of the hungry yaatri. "Bhaiyya kis yakeen se keh sakte ho ji yahi anda biriyani hai ?" "Kya saab, yeh kaisa sawaal hai ? Chaar saal se yehi tho bechta aa raha hu. Shuru Shuru me matlab pehle do saal me, 2 ande piece tha, agle hi saal me 2 se 1 anda piece hogaya. Waise Chicken Biriyani ki lambi kahani hai, vo tho badi hi alag hai. Saab Rs. 75 dijiye ".. Need I add any more to the stunned expressions of all of us ? Contemporarily (I mean at the same time, there came another vendor - KOOL DRINKS, THANDA THANDA DRINKS LE LO. PASAND AAYE THO LE LO WARNA PAISE DEKE CHOD DO" Here was another co -passenger of mine ( naam bhool gayi hu) all that he had shared was, he dealt in Castrol, Oil, Gold, silver, Crude oil - He dealt with Tigers and Bulls as i call it - The Stockist. The Stockist opted to quench his thirst with Amul Cool Flavoured milk. Before the stockist could realise if it was cold or hot, the vendor had uncorked the bottle, and stumped it in the hands of the stockist. "Bhaiyya yeh tho thanda hi nahi hai ". Saab thanda hi tho hai, aap mehsoos hi nahi kar paa rahe ho, AC ke vaje se. Me pi raha hu, mujhe pata hai ki yeh thanda nahi hai. Saab me bech raha hu mujhe pata hai yeh thanda hai " Doesn't marketing facts sell ? AC oblivious of all these discomforts was running at its best speed. Blankets were being given. We had to go and get it. SELF -SERVICE [ And I really mean every word of it ] I pushed my way through the vendors list to reach upto the boy who was giving blankets and a pillow (which almost looked like a flat punctured tyre) "Medam ji, Rs.25.00 lagta hai". I stood there gaping at him, much more worst than the flattened tyre, sorry I mean pillow ! "Sone ke liye, yahaan paise dena padta hai, ticket ka paisa kaafi nahi hai ?" Medam Ji, yeh Garib Rath hai, aur Hum GARIB hai". And then the truth dawned - The vendors of Garib Rath ( Laloo's Garib Rath) - I would not say RATH - it should have been Garib Safar - Perhaps this would have made Laloo stand or appear again and start a Speech on Management !!