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जब यार साथ होते हैं..

A very nostalgic poem describing the time we have with our friends..:) जब यार साथ होते हैं, तो ग़म कहाँ होते हैं! हंसी के ठहाकों को, हम घर से उठा लाते हैं! दर्द को तो चांटा लगाकर, अपने गाँव भेज देते हैं| जब यार साथ होते हैं, तो ग़म कहाँ होते हैं! अपने-अपने अरमानों के फ़साने, बड़े शौंक से सुनाते हैं! बड़े गौर से सुनते है हम, सुनकर खिल्ली फिर उड़ाते हैं| जब यार साथ होते हैं, तो ग़म कहाँ होते हैं! आदतें सिर्फ अपनी नहीं रहती, सबकी बन जाती है! ज़िन्दगी भी अपनी कहाँ होती है, सबकी हो जाती है| रास्तों से अपनी अलग ही यारी है, साथ उसीकी के ही तो हमने सीखी दुनियादारी है| गली-गली घूमते हैं, नुक्कड़ पर कहीं ठहेरते है| यूँही अपनी शामें बसर करते हैं| जेबों में रुपयों के पड़े लाले हैं, बस यार साथ हो तो अच्छे दिवाले भी हैं! जब यार साथ है, तो ग़मों की क्या औकात है?                        --धिरेन नवानी 'ध्रुव' Photo source:  http://www.santabanta....

Movie review: Sunsilk Real FM

So, this was a blogger meet cum screening conducted by Indiblogger and Sunsilk. The movie, which was screened, was Sunsilk Real FM, this was inspired by Sunsilk. Initially, I expected it to be a yet another branding exercise by Sunsilk, but my views were very different after its screening. The important thing is the movie focuses on the values of brand and not the products. The story revolves around the girl name Ria. Ria is a very normal urban girl. Her dad is a Managing Director of a radio station named Real FM.  One fine day, the staff of the radio station threatens to resign, if there appraisals, which were due, are not brought in. But, the company has suffered a severe loss and hence the appraisals were not possible. The entire staff resigns and the MD suffers a heart arrest. Instead of feeling helpless and complaining, Ria takes it upon herself to run the radio station. She and her friends manage to pull it off, for the special Independence day. The movie ...

Rang mein rang jaa..

A poem on being in tune with the moment. I have used colour as a metaphor of mood in the present moment. It gives a message of letting go yourself. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal ke, rang jaa.. Jab dhup hoti hai, Aasman b peela peela hota hai.. Jab shaam hoti hai, Samandar b neela neela hota hai.. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal, ke rang jaa.. Kabi bundein shikayat karti hai, Ki bahav kahan le jaa rha hai? Shikayat toh khushbuein b nahi karti, ki jhonka kahan jaa rha hai? Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, is pal ke, rang jaa.. Ban iss pagal khoon sa, Sunta woh kahan kisi ki hai.. Bas ragon mein daudta hai, Bematlab, bewajah hi.. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal ke, rang jaa.. Kuch khidkiyan khol, Mila de mausamon k rang.. Hogi kuch dhul, Par kuch roshniyan b hongi sang.. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal ke, rang jaa.. Jab taal baje toh thirakle, Fir sanyam ki baat na kar.. Jab khwab dikhte hai toh wahi sahi, Tab haqeeqat ki baat...

Hum baatein bahut karte hai..

India is very correctly called as an argumentative country. We have an affinity to discuss, which is healthy for a democracy. But nowadays I observe that discussions have substituted actions, not complimented them. I do not undermine the spirit of democracy, which is consultation. I just object to the inaction, which results after too much of consultation and the unwillingness to act. Hum baatein bahut karte hai.. Koi kehta hai ki glass bhara hai aadha, par kisi ko woh aadha khali hai dikhta.. Glass aadha bhara hai aur aadha hai khali.. toh kyun hum use nahi bharte hai? Hum baatein bahut karte hai.. Chalo cricket ki baatein karein.. Yahan sab hi ustaad hai iss khel ke.. Itni baatein hoti hai, Kisne kya galat kia kya sahi? Jo b jisne b kia, usne koshish toh ki.. Hum unse kyun prerna nahi lete hai? Hum baatein bahut karte hai..' Baatein achi hai, zaruri hai.. Pareshani toh, baaton aur karyawahi ki duri hai.. Yeh duri b hum baaton se hi dur karne ki koshish k...

Dark night..

Another attempt at writing english poetry. A simple poem describing a night. The darkness of night, its intriguing yet filled with fright. The curiosity to explore, yet fears galore.. The next step could be the last, but it can be a new start.. Moon, the only hope of light, the only light of hope, shining alone in the bed of darkness, trying to cope.. Moonlight falling on floor, too less to know, whats ahead in store? Clouds, hardly in sight, unless they shadow the moonlight.. Each star, blinks as an eye, filling life, in the motionless sky.. The silence of night, is a host to noisy thoughts.. In the darkness of night, lie the dreams bright.. Image source: http://www.ewallpapers.eu/view_wallpaper/blue-night-1600-1200-57.html

Apne hone ka ehsaas..

A very random poem on expressing importance of every entity on this universe. Its a celebration of their existence..:) Aao aaj sabko unke hone ka ehsaas karayen.. Suraj ko aaena dikhayein, Batayen use Kaisi lagti hai roshniyan? Aao aaj sabko unke hone ka ehsaas karayen.. Chand par thodi chandni chidkein.. Dikhlayein Kaisa lagta hai woh asman par chamak ke? Nadiyon ki kuch pyaas bhujayein.. Samjhayen Kaisa lagta hai peekar un se? Aao aaj sabko unke hone ka ehsaas karayen.. Chalo khushboo ko b insan banayen.. Batlayein.. Kaisa lagta hai use mehsus kar ke? Aao aaj sabko unke hone ka ehsaas karayen.. Chalo hawaon ko kuch zinda karein kahein.. Yeh zindagi unke hi dum se hai.. Aao aaj sabko unke hone ka ehsaas karayen.. Yeh ehsaas, ek samman hai, apne astitva ka, apne karma, kartavya ka.. Yeh ehsas, batlata hai ki, iss badi si dunia mein sabka apna hissa hai, sabka apna mahattva hai, sabka apna hi kissa hai.. ...

Yun toh internet par jahan milta hai..

A small hinglish(:P) poem on internet and childhood..:) Yun toh internet par jahan milta hai google lagbhag sab kuch haazir kar jaata hai.. kaho google ko ki mujhe mera bachpan dhund laaye.. kahin se un chori kiye hue aamon ka khattapan yaad karwaye.. kahin se jee-jaan se khelne ki woh talab khoj laaye.. Yun toh internet mein jahan milta hai yun toh facebook par kaafi "friends" hai, par bachpan ke yaaron ki yaariyan kahan hai.. chat karna beshak suvidhajanak hai, par bachpan ki woh baatein hi kahan hai.. Yun toh internet par jahan milta hai.. yun toh khali padi hai GBiyan cloud ki.. par kis format mein, main yaadein bayan karun? Chalo kuch likhdun, kuch taveerein daal dun, par ehsaas kahan save karun? Yun toh internet par jahan milta hai!!