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 !!

7AAM ARIVU

Why do moments of togetherness, sharing silence, exchange processes and sweet tit bits of talks die when we start living together? Perhaps the work space broadens and expands its shoulders between two loving couple making them as 2 different individuals staying together say – I give him space he gives mine. Why space when you have decided to live together? Can’t spaces be shared just as you were sharing it before you entered the wedlock? The definition of Work Space alters its behavioural appearance as when boy friend changes his disguise to become The Husband and not a Life Partner.
In the words of a Mine a Wife, “ We had decided to share our lives despite the differences in age, values, traditions, social positions and gender of course (!!!)
An expectation to survive together was promised [ perhaps too early !!! कम्भाक्त प्यार इंसान को क्या बना देता है.. गधा से उल्लू बना देता है .. love many a times misleads you to make promises and also foolishly abide it]
As always you will find Husbands soon after their (pun intended) wedding vows to seriously start taking their work, permitting Love to fly out of all windows (pun intended – especially if you are a Software Engineer’s Wife)!!!
I, the Wife pestered him to make Paani puris for me (although he told me he was working, somehow convinced him saying that a few minutes wouldn’t take much of his Engineering Time. He agreed to do it and it was just 7 mins that we spent Together, and all but he failed to see and realize the worth of 7 Minutes !!!!!!! I wish he should have grasped it ( THE 7 AAM ARIVU) spending every day 7 minutes with your wife really matters.
The countless minutes I and You as a Wife give you – right from the time you wake up, till you leave to your office [ including the Bye Kiss which we give to remind you that you have a place to return, to rest, to throw and throw your frustration] from your spoiled kerchiefs to your attrandum way of keeping things ( a grumble behind which every Wife does when she settles your things – I need to do everything, why the hell can’t you manage ? the grumble takes a back seat when she arranges you things – you must look good tomorrow )
A tear when she slices onions ; a fret when she makes dough, a pant for breath when she says, “ I can’t do all these all alone”. But then the moment glows its torch of awakening that her tiredness goes off – that she still needs to make this and that for U !!
Does the nod take a long time to nod? Love shrivels as dry vegetation.
The smile which she welcomes you when you get back home, the first morsel which says” This is the food for U – ( And I bet YOU love it, don’t you ?)
The kiss from her tired lips soothes your fatigue..
Why then after all these, and numerous other tasks she does for YOU, You become miser to give the 7 minutes of love, a help, a wink, a shoulder, a presence to say that U R THERE FOR HER……
Those 7AAM ARIVU – THE SWEETEST MOMENTS AS U AND I WOULD ASK OUR HUSBANDS TO GIVE.

A diference

Lots of differences in a similarity,
And this what makes every difference ,
ahead of a similarity.
Fluctuating moods of varied permutation combination.
A conditioned reflex of mine,
Like Pavlov’s salivated dog which wants to join you.
But as it then goes, within you, with lots of corrections, revisions
Of the situation not within your reach.
And that makes all the difference again
Ahead of a similarity !!!
I love you,
And you love me.
But then again, there’s a silence of different difference of distance in our
similarity of likings ; again,
All but again, the difference Conquers the Similarity !!
If as the poetic justice runs down the Life Lanes saying,
“= (Equal) mount of differences and similarities co-existing within our reach
How different our lives would be with without a difference?”