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By the time I post this, most of us would probably be done with our old and newly found techniques of celebrating Father's day..Sms, facebook and twitter-thanks to you 3 giants, that someone like me who has never been so keen, got to know a lot more than the week days and HOLIDAYs..which too are almost alike these days..:)

Now lets swiftly switch over to the motive behind this post..first the "NO TITLE"..only because I could not find a word..or may be I didn't want my title to look different from the title that any proud kid would like to give his/her Father..and now I beg your pardon for another switch-over..on the language front..

Aaj baaton ko angreziyat ki chaashni me lapet kar likhne ka dil nahin hai..Hindustaani dil zoron se dhadak raha to kyun naa iski kaifiyat usi zubaan me bayaan ho jisme isne khayaalon ki shakl li..bade shayar to hum thehre nahiin..ki shabdon se khilwaad khoon me bas chuka ho..haan jazbaati hain..isliye purzor koshish ki hai k jahaan tak ho sake ye lafz is dil ki baat baaki dilon tak pahoncha saken..Koshish! ek saadhaaran bete ki taraf se apne asaadhaaran Pita..aur apne se jude har us insaan k asaadhaaran Pita/Abba/Father ka Shukriyaa adaa karne ki..jo is zindagi ko is pal tak pahochane me bhaagidaar rahe..

Zara muskurao..Khuda ka Shukra manaao..

K aaj tumhare sar pe.. armaanon ki jo chhat hai,

Gar sochte ho tumko ye kismat ne dii..to gaflat hai..

Jo tumko subah choom k nikalte hain roz ghar se..

Dost mere! Ye chhat unhi hazrat ki mehnat hai..

Jo khwaab aaj tumne apne haseen kal ke hain bune..

Wo unke hi paseene ki siyaahi me likhe khat hain..

Tumhare picchadte hue kadmon  ko jab waqt kam lagaa,

To do kadam aur chal paane ki  wo thodi si mohlat hain..

K jab jab kisi baat pe thi haar tumne maani,

Wo fir tumhare jhuke kandhon ke uthne ki himmat hain..

Budhape ki laathi tumhe wo maante to hain..

Par tum zameen pe na aao..khud unki sabse badi hasrat hai..

Duniya ki tab-o-taab me unhe bhool na jaana,

Ye aaj k beton ki badii aam si fitrat hai..

Ghamgeen jo hote hain islye ki Wo ab saath naa rahe..

Unhe itna kahunga bas ki bhai “ye khayaal to Galat hai”..

Haan aankhen kholne par wo Roobaru na hon,

Par saansen na dikhna bhi to Khuda ki hi Qudrat hai...

The Virtue of PATIENCE

A Thank you in advance to all those who’ve been  patient enough to read this one..:-)

Being patient is something which nobody likes to do by choice..especially, the guys n gals of our times..Come On! We belong to GenX, we are the impatient(incorrigible too, to some extent) ones..and we feel quite “YO” about it..right!! And how can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras- teach patience to its youth?

I begin with this simple example- Sachin Tendulkar, a phenomenon who carries almost all the major records of the cricketing world in his kitty, couldn’t see India through to his dream World Cup-2003..it was a moment of utter disappointment for him despite the way he performed..and he could have easily given it up then..with probably no regrets on the personal records front..after all it was He who almost single-handedly took us to the verge of it..but how frequently do we Imagine! What if he had hung up his boots then, or any time later(he had many reasons namely injuries, form)..Then Dear friends! we won’t have witnessed a Double ton in a One day game..and more importantly “the joy of living the moment of our lives and HIS as well”-the World Cup2011 win.

He achieved all this because of his patience and the will to cross that ‘verge’..which he knew would make him feel Complete like nothing else. He didn’t take God's delays as God's denials..but also kept in mind the fact that vision must be followed by venture.  It’s not enough to stare at the steps - one needs to step up the stairs..and for those who thought Sachin’s ‘peak’ as a thing of past by 2004, He redefined and rescaled that term.

Patience carries a lot of challenges along as well.. For most of us, it more or less becomes the ability to count down before blasting off. There is too stiff a competition..“zaalim duniya jeene nahin degi saahab”..it leaves no stone unturned to make you feel shattered after any and every failure..to make you step back and get out of the race..But you have to come back that much stronger every time, telling and reassuring yourself that the dreams of the broken are mightier than the wishes of the dead.

Though we have to accept that we can’t go back and make a brand new start everytime..but on the same hand, there  is always this moment “now”- from which we can always head to a brand new ending.

Few of us keep blaming our circumstances for what we couldn’t..we tend to forget that those who didn’t have high rising houses with ac ki thandi hawa and geyser ka garam paani have also been successful in this very world..and I say this with no grudges to those who have these privileges, for I know they have their own BIG issues..all I mean to say is- To Get on in this world, we need to  look for the circumstances we want, and if they can’t be found, we’ve to create them..for those who say it’s all impossible- Nothing can be worse than a Bad Loser..:-P 

Don't let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it.  The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use..instead of undoing ourselves by impatience. We forget that expiry date term..that Misfortunes too have their life and their limits, their sickness and their health..and probably this is why they say You already need a lot of patience to learn to have patience..

Don’t stop that chase..Go for it and Keep going!..not for the sake of proving a point to the “zaalim duniya”..but to prove to yourself that You can do it..you always could! Work hard even harder after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.

I want to know if we can learn from our failures
This much soon...
That we stand at the edge of the lake
Shouting "Yes.!".. to the silver of the full moon.

From Boys to Men..Almost Engineers..

From Boys to Men..Almost Engineers..

Scientists investigate that which already is, Engineers create that which has never been…and  I feel memories aint out of this either..atleast for me as an engineer, they are the only thing which can prove it right..

I can still visualise those last days at school- our very own duo of Chand-Mund as witnesses of the disastrous physics practical..and thereon to the one of my admission here in Engineering, after the ‘Councelling Extravaganza’ J..Four years have passed in a flash, and its hard to sink in that those moments have become history now..though they became so just when they passed..but, like THIS, forever..yeah college life has ended..and so have some incomparable experiences..i know we didn’t enjoy literally every moment of it; nor did all we came across became close friends..few who became had to part mid-way...and not so strangely, few of the acquaintances remained so till the very end of it.. For the sufferers of the devil course, there might have been few really forgettable moments (as professional failures carry personal problems too)…but, Still each one of us possesses a handful of good memories at the end of these 4 years..to make us smile when we think of it.. make our eyes shine brighter for an instance..and which, you show it or not friend, DO make the parting a bit tougher..

Bade utavle the yahaan se jaane ko 
Zindagi ka agla padaav paane ko ..

I am too normal a human being to avoid or overcome emotions (to the extent that my friends blame and claim me of living in the past)..probably that tells why amidst all the tension and hoopla during the final semester exams- the only time when an engineer is so damn serious to be the proud owner of those “super 30”..i had my own mixed bag of feelings, sort of sidelining those exam fears..though the “fever” was there, the temperatures inside were soaring despite the stormy rain on the night of the last paper..the heart was beating faster too..but not because I was at the verge of defeating a ‘death defying course’..for me it was because of these last times a group of lads n lasses was going to share their anxieties and excitements...iske baad zindagi imtehaan legi aur important bataane wala bhi koi nahin hoga..A few days break and  then Welcome to the School of Life!!

Rukhsat hote hain tumse lo sambhalo ye saaz,

Chhedo naye taraane ki mere naghmon ko neend aati hai…

Friends, who definitely owe a mention (I mean a lot more than just a mention) were everything here. Bunking classes was more into schedule than attending them and taking part in extra-curricular and out-of-curriculum activities formed the major part of the day..they were the foundations to this mansion of  laughter, luck(for exams) and melodrama(before and after the exams)..

Kaun kahega saale tere joke pe hansi nahin aai 
Kaun peeche se bula ke kahega..Arre aage dekh bhai ..

I will not miss these days, I will not miss those undeclared “lunch time” conversations (which were mostly nonsense and stretched till the end of that ‘working’ day), I will not miss those hangouts, those movies…and I will not miss those people..as they live IN ME and my moments for this time..and will do so probably till the end of it..Trying to give it a better end, I will take help from these lines…

As we go on, we remember all the times we had together..
And as our lives change, Come whatever..
We will still be Friends Forever…..