Friday, June 8, 2012

Mesmerized...!

3rd December '09; 5:30 am:
I step out, into the backyard to feel the chilly morning (quiet unusual though, to have such chilly winters in wardha!) and fresh air and see the jet black sky in the decent hours of morning... But what i saw... Was more than what the word "incredible" describes! And what made it so... was the Moon!


The shinest & brightest piece of zari in a soot black veil, which has other shiny & glittery decorations, but anyways, they fail to catch any attention... The shine that the moon spilled out of itself left me enchanted... It was like, the most divine thing you can see... And you dont even get to see such things everyday, trust me on that! (as i'm used to waking up at the same hours of morning)


How more to describe it...?! Probably all the adjectives i can use here will fall short to describe its bliss! Finally i drop to the conclusion of calling it "MESMERISED MORNING!" The morning, i'll probably never ever get to see in my life. The morning, that i'll remember a lifetime... The morning, that makes you forget all the pains & insanity and draws you towards the true beauty God himself created...

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

I've a secret...

I've got a secret and the secret is you...
I believe in it and i want you to know its true...
I've got a secret and the secret is you!


I'm writting today, almost after 2 years,
2 years, full of unending tears,
Full of unresolved fears...
But you gave me the boost i lost, the Gears!
& yes! I'm back doing what you love too!
I've got a secret and the secret is you!


Sitting in a quiet corner, below the guava tree,
I've uninhibited and let go all my thoughts free!
Humming's chirping everywhere...
And phone playing "I saw her standing there"
& I feel like myself, the true me here!
And its all cz of the secret i got and the secret is you!


:)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Friend

The moon, ever a companion to me, has grown more friendly with closer acquaintance, a reminder of the loveliness of this world, of the waxing and waning of life, of light following darkness, of death and resurrection following each other in interminable succession. Ever changing, yet ever the same, i have watched it in its different phases and its many moods in the evening, as the shadows lengthen, in the still hours of the night and when the breath and whisper of dawn bring promise of the coming day...

Friday, May 4, 2012

I Make A Difference

Somebody asked: 
"You're a Physio?
That's cool, I wanted to do that when I dint get into med school.
How much do you make?"

The Physio replied: "HOW MUCH DO I MAKE?".. 



I can make holding your hand seem like the most important thing in the world when you're scared..


I can make your child get back on his feet and field after that football injury...


I can help your father walk again after his heart attack...


I can make myself get up at 4 am to make sure your mother gets the cardio PT she needs to help her live..I will work straight through until 4 am to keep her going well and start the day all over again!


I work all day for the betterment of lives of strangers..


I will drop everything and run a code for hours trying to keep you alive!!


I make my family wait for dinner until I  know your family member is taken care of.. 


I make myself skip lunch so that I can make sure that everything I did for your wife today was correct...


I work weekends and holidays and even all through the night because people don't just get sick Monday through Friday and during normal working hours.


Today, I might make your life livable..


How much do I make?


All I know is, I make a DIFFERENCE...!!!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

कितनी आंधिया है...

है कहाँ छप्पर 'रघु' की झोपडी का?
है कहाँ भगवान्? कितनी आंधिया है...
नाव को तट पर बंधी रहने दो माझी,
उठ रहा तूफ़ान कितनी आंधिया है...

वो शक्कर और तेल की कतार में खड़ा है,
घर में है मेहमान... कितनी आंधिया है...
भूख से जो मर गया उसकी चिता से
जल रहा शमशान, कितनी आंधिया है...

© स्व. प्रफुल्ल चतुर्वेदी

The Treasure Chest

It's been 10 days since I have actually started revisiting my 1st year books on the pretext of the coming screening exams. Last 9 days were all fine and encouraging for my Maa but this morning- you should have seen that!!! She was outraged... According to her, my books were "ALL OVER THE PLACE!" (I'm still not able to accept the fact that is it even possible?!) So in the process of cleaning up the room and making my books at one place instead of "All Over", I needed space since existing book shelves are already full. So I was instructed to make space in the one where my late father's books were kept. And She left for office after assigning me this painful task.

I know, after a year and 4 months this shouldn't be "painful" for me at all. But believe you me, it was still as tough as it would've been a year back. It was like I was actually invading his space. I was invading my Father's space! It still belongs to him, everything in there still has a copyright of Mr. Prafulla Chaturvedi. And getting rid of things from it was seeming a crime to me. I was sitting there, in front of the open book shelf, staring at it hopelessly. I had a smile on my face and tears in my eyes simultaneously...

Sitting there clueless, I don't know what hit me and I realised that at some point I have to do this. Make some space there... (and here too...). Eventually, the book shelf has to be made a little space in! "It can be like this forever, but it wont help!", as my best friend always says. So finally, with a heavy heart, I got back on my feet and started disturbing my Papa's space to make some for myself!

I did do it. I made space in that book shelf. I spaced it up by getting rid of the dust that got collected, by my childhood drawing books that he treasured, the photos of mine and Bhai's childhood-that were his fond memories. And I made some huge space by taking "The Treasure Chest" out of there...

Do you wanna know about that Treasure Chest?


Well, here you go! It's my Papa's diary. Yes, the diary that is still alive with his handwriting, still very much rich with his words. And, I know I'm not that good and even close to my Papa's work as a writer but today I realised from where I inherited this little talent that I behold- from my Papa! This diary, that initially I was hesitant to even open. But later, I recollected my Papa telling me about it. That he wrote poems about a few things and for a few people but never really bragged them! So, I dared barge in and I found all these poems.

As I said, he never bragged them. So, I guess I have the privilege of sharing the legacy. I will be posting some of his lines and I hope he is appreciated post-humus...

Saturday, April 14, 2012

गुमशुदा!!!

एक लड़की की हमें तलाश है...
जो कहाँ खो गयी है पता नहीं...
तस्वीर उसकी भले ना हो,
पर इतनी भी वो आम नहीं...


वो है किसीकी नन्ही बिटिया...
जिसकी खिलखिलाती हंसी उनकी सुबह सजाती है.
जिसके कदमो की चंचल आहट उनका घर-आँगन मेहकाती है.
जिसकी आँखों की नमी उन सबको दहला जाती है.
और जिस अकेली की मायूसी सब कुछ वीरान कर जाती है.

वो है किसीकी प्यारी बहना...
जिसकी ख़ुशी की खातिर वो खुद बच्चा बन जाता है.
जिसको गर खरोच भी आये तो आंसू उसको आता है.
जिसकी जिद्द उसके लिए बस फरमान बन जाता है.
जिसे अगर कोई रुला जाये, वो उसका दुश्मन बन जाता है.

वो है किसीकी सहेली...
जिस से मिले बिना वो खुद को तनहा पाती है.
जिसकी खुशियो की बातें सुनके वो अपने दुःख भूल जाती है.
जिस से बात वो न करे तो बस गुमसुम सी रह जाती है.
जिसकी दोस्ती को वो उपरवाले की रहमत मानती है.

वो है किसीका ख्वाब...
जिसकी पायल की झंकार पर उसका जहां रुक जाता है.
जिसकी जुल्फों की घटा से उठा घना बादल उसको भिगा जाता है.
जिसकी एक मुस्कान के लिए वो अपना सब कुछ लुटा जाता है.
जिसकी जुबां पे आया हर लफ्ज़ उसकी सरगम  बन जाता है.

वो माँ उसे तलाश रही है, जिसकी आँखों का वो बेटी तारा है!
वो भाई उसे तलाश रहा है, जिसके स्नेह का वो पिटारा है!
वो सहेली उसे तलाश रही है, जिसके सुख दुःख की वो साथी है!
वो आँखे उसे तलाश रही है, जिसमे रोज़ बन ख्वाब वो आती है!

क्या आपने उसे कहीं देखा है?

Friday, April 13, 2012

Nazariya

Unki aawaz sunte he ek parwaaz dikhai deti thi...
Sunsaan akeli zindagi bhi, gulzaar dikhai deti thi...
Aaj na wo hai, na wo muskaan jo dikhai deti thi...
Ab mai bhi wo nahi, jo pehle dikhai deti thi...