वो लम्हे वो बातें !!

Dear,
Its the small things in life that really matters...

From a simple joy of sharing a cup of coffee,
to knowing that you can have faith on someone,
in the times of need,
your company is treasured.

From asking help for simple POM solutions,
to trusting that there is always someone to answer,
all your queries,
your help and concern is valued.

From sharing harmless,endless gossip,
to letting a person see a part of your world,
you are trusted.

From unforgettable grace reflected in the aesthetic,
testimonial dotted for me, celestial bullion,
to the anthology of quotes,
and classic collection of music,
your creativity is praiseworthy.

From surprising gifts you gave, each a thoughtful gesture,
to the test of patience and endurance in the never-ending shopping spree,
your caring attitude is appreciated.

From spending hours in the college together,
to having seen days fly by during enjoyable trips.

At ease is what I feel,
and this is what makes life beautiful,
your friendship indeliable.

Thanks for being there
...

Ageless Bonding

Last very very late night, while surfing channels I heard a lady drop a pearl of wisdom in some program on a Hindi Channel. She was telling her daughter that since women tend to age faster, they should always marry someone older than them. When the girl tried to protest she authoritatively dismissed her saying “Now you won’t realize it. Twenty years down the line you will regret this.” Somehow, this argument seemed intriguing to me and i started on a quest for the same on the internet and well this search has a story of its own to tell.....

There was a time when people(like our parents) did not attempt to defy age. They let nature take its course. They gained weight and wrinkles without worrying about them. By their mid thirties men were bald and paunchy and women gained a matronly frame and wore a silver crown. So they did not want a woman looking even older than her husband and ensured this through adequate age differences between the spouses..

Traditionally among Indian marriages, the wife was expected to look upon her husband as her ‘lord and master’ and our ancestors must have felt that this would be easier if the girl was younger than her husband. Men possessed more authority and wielded more power – all this was more easily achieved if the woman was younger and more quiescent. They tried to make sure that the woman was less qualified, younger, more docile. Apparently, it would be easier to mould the girl to fit into their family structure if the girl was young.

Gynecologists find a medical sense in this arrangement based on the psychological and physiological structure of the male and female of the species. According to them, emotionally women are capable of motherhood even by their late teens while men are not ready to accept fatherhood until their mid twenties. They also need this time to become financially self sufficient. A healthy age difference also ensures that their sexual drives reduce around the same time thereby avoiding the possibility of infidelity and associated mess. Apparently women lose their sex drive by the fifties and men around their sixties.. :D

In today’s time the structure of family, the power balance between the man and his wife have changed considerably. They live together more in mutual respect than as a protector and protégé. Women take good care of themselves and there are enough aids to mask their age and look younger than they really are. In any case many women do not opt for early motherhood and usually have children only in their early thirties. They need to look at their career demands first and then fit in motherhood at a convenient time. Many opt not to have kids too. Marital relationships are more open and less inhibited in every way.

That leaves us with the poll of the day...Is age difference a consideration at all in today’s spousal equations?(pun intended)

कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं

कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,

तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं .

एक दोस्त है कच्चा पक्का सा ,

एक झूठ है आधा सच्चा सा .

जज़्बात को ढके एक पर्दा बस ,

एक बहाना है अच्छा अच्छा सा .

जीवन का एक ऐसा साथी है ,

जो दूर हो के पास नहीं .

कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,

तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं .

हवा का एक सुहाना झोंका है ,

कभी नाज़ुक तो कभी तुफानो सा .

शक्ल देख कर जो नज़रें झुका ले ,

कभी अपना तो कभी बेगानों सा .

जिंदगी का एक ऐसा हमसफ़र ,

जो समंदर है , पर दिल को प्यास नहीं .

कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,

तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं .

एक साथी जो अनकही कुछ बातें कह जाता है ,

यादों में जिसका एक धुंधला चेहरा रह जाता है .

यूँ तो उसके न होने का कुछ गम नहीं ,

पर कभी - कभी आँखों से आंसू बन के बह जाता है .

यूँ रहता तो मेरे तसव्वुर में है ,

पर इन आँखों को उसकी तलाश नहीं .

कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,

तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं....

Tere Utaare Huay Din

Tere utaare huay din tange hain lawn mein ab tak
na wo puraane huay hain.....
na unka rang utra
kahin se koi bhi seeyan abhi nahin udhri


ilayechi ke buhat paas rakhe pathar par
zara si jaldi sirak aati hain chaawon
zara sa aur ghana hogaya hai wo pauda
mein thoda thoda woh gamla hataata rehta hun
Faqira ab bhi waheen meri coffee deta hai
Gilheriyon ko bula kar khilaata hun biscuits
Gilheriyan mujhe shaq ki nigah se dekhti hain
woh tere haathon ka lams jaanti hongi

kabhi jab utarti hai jheel shaam ki chhat se....
thaki thaki si
zara der lawn mein ruk kar
safaid aur gulaabi mausambi ke paudon mein hi ghulne lagti hai
ke jese barf ka tukda pighalta jaye viski mein


tere utaare huay din pehen kar ab bhi mein
teri mehek mein kayi roz kaat deta hun


tere utaare huay din tange hain lawn mein ab tak
na wo puraane huay hain.....
na unka rang utra
kahin se koi bhi seeyan abhi nahin udhri

(Poetry by Gulzar - Narrated by Nana Patekar)

What good is love?

I waited for your love in hope,
That ours would come again,
And make me feel the things I felt,
When we were one, back then.

But time and distance have erased,
The things I wished anew,
And now I find myself alone,
Though I am here with you.

What good is love, that does not touch,
What good is love, that gives you pain.
What good is love, that makes you run,
And makes you lost out in the rain.

I traveled to another world,
Out far beyond the one we knew,
I thought that I could live again,
And now I find I'm back with you.

But what of hearts that beat as one,
And what of passion and embrace,
Is it too much to ask of you,
To make these tears of mine erase.

What good is love, that does not touch,
What good is love, that gives you pain.
What good is love, that makes you run,
And makes you lost out in the rain.

Too painful this - to journey back,
To times of love and laughter free,
The times we lay together with
A sense of you , a sense of me.

So now, I journey on alone,
Forever wandering, in my thoughts,
And I shall ask you once again,
What good is love.