Fake NGO

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. We just had left Asansol junction when three ladies entered our compartment. This is the incident of 29th January and I was returning from my Delhi trip. The train was already three hours late but still we were relaxed that we will reach by 7 in the evening.
Anyway, those ladies were collecting donations from passengers and we guessed that they were from some NGO. Soon one lady was in front of us, explaining the reason for her visit. According to her, they were collecting donation for the NGO which works for the patients of thalassemia and they have over fifty children of this category. They arranges medicines and accommodation for those patients until they recover from the disease. Anyway, after her explanation we all passengers donated some amounts to her and collected the receipt.
One of our co passengers who was silent by the time suddenly asked her name and she wrote it on the slip. that person was still not convinced. He took out his phone and dialed the number which was present on the slip given by one of the NGO worker. Unexpectedly, it was saying, "The number you dialed is not valid". He dialed it again and this time his phone was on speaker. Again the same result. It was a total scam in the name of a fake NGO. My co passengers ran to catch those ladies in the other compartments. I too followed them.
The ladies saw us and we I could see stress on their faces. Our leader asked her about the fake phone number and she started giving excuses. She gave another number to talk. we dialed but from the other end what we heard was enough to prove that they were spammers. They said, "We don't have any patient here. we don't provide accommodation to any of them. Yes sometimes some people come for help and we do help them." The phone was on speaker and the so called NGO workers were caught red handed. Everything was false and fake. Some advised to inform the police and some to teach them a lesson. As they were all ladies we came to a conclusion that we must let them go this time after getting our money back.
Today, after almost 5 days I feel that we did a mistake. We must have complaint against them to police. Just because of some fake people people hesitates to help some good people too. We must wake up now and take action against every bad person and every enemy of society. This way only we can make our society better.

टुटा सा दिल

पता नहीं क्यूँ आज मैं समझ नहीं पा रहा हू खुद ही को. आखिर चाहता क्या हू मैं खुद से. आखिर मंजिल कहाँ है मेरी. बड़ी ही दुविधा में हू आज मैं. दिमाग कुछ कहता है और दिल कहीं और ले जाना चाहता है. आखिर किस ओर कदम बढ़ाऊ मैं. कौन सा रास्ता सही है मेरे लिए. कुछ भी समझ नहीं पा रहा हू फिर आज मैं.
वो कहते हैं न के दिल है के मानता नहीं, मेरा दिल भी मेरा साथ नहीं दे रहा है आज. मान ही नहीं रहा है मेरी बात. मैं कुछ कहना चाहता हू लेकिन ये तो कुछ सुनने के मूड में ही नहीं है. बस छोड़ जाना चाहता है मेरा साथ. तोड़ जाना चाहता है फिर मुझे. जाने क्यूँ ये ऐसा है आज. शायद खुद में ही उलझा है. या फिर टूटकर बिखर जाना चाहता है खुद में ही.
कल उसे देखा था शाम को. उसे जिसे इसने बसा रखा है खुद में. वो जो धडकन बन बैठी थिस इसकी. मासूम चेहरा, नीली निगाहें और मदहोश कर देने वाली मुस्कान. उसे जिसे ये कभी कह ना पाया दिल की बात. शायद डर था इसे उसके इनकार का. ना जाने कौन से उम्मीद में जिए जा रहा था अबतक. घर बसा रखा था उसके साथ सपनो में ही, लेकिन कल शाम वो घर टूटकर बिखर गया शायद. छोर कर चल दी वो उस घर को. और बेचारा दिल मेरा, आंसू तक  ना बहा पाया. बस घुट सा रहा है तब से खुद में. भाग जाना चाहता है कहीं और, कहीं दूर उसके यादों से. कहीं दूर वीरानों में गुम हो जाना चाहता है. इस भीड़ से और अपनों से भी दूर.
ये तो वहीँ बिखर गया था शायद जहाँ अपने प्यार को देखा था किसी और के बाहों में. और वो खुश थी. लेकिन वो खुशी इसबार मेरे दिल को रास ना आई. ना देख सका एक और पल वो मुस्कुराता हुआ सा चेहरा जो किसी और के आगोश में था. बेचारा, कोई सवाल भी तो नहीं कर सका. करने का हक भी तो नहीं था इसे. इसने तो कभी उस से अपने दिल की बात बतायी ही नहीं. नादाँ था ये दिल मेरा जो उसकी मुस्कराहट को कुछ और ही समझ रहा था.
टुटा तो है लेकिन संभल पायेगा या नहीं, ये नहीं समझ पा रहा हू मैं. लेकिन ये फिर से अपनी गलती नहीं दोहराएगा. नहीं सजा पाएगा फिर कोई सपना या सपनो का घर.
काश! ये वहाँ होता ही नहीं और कुछ देखता ही नहीं. कम से कम खुश तो रहता अपने सपनो के साथ. चाहे वो गलत फेह्मियाँ होती, लेकिन टूटता तो नहीं इस तरह.

I Was killed a long ago(synopsis)

Title: I was killed a long ago.

The story starts in a room where there is a dead body hanging on the chair. The resident neighbor and a detective visits the place. The detective calls the nearby police station in charge,who is also his friend. From the first sight it looked a suicide. Detective searches the place for evidences before police arrives and in the process he gets a diary, diary written by the dead one. He takes the diary home without telling the police about that.

He starts reading the diary and one by one all the mysteries of the dead one’s life gets clearer. Each and everything is mentioned in the diary of Karan. 

Karan has just completed his graduation along with his two friends. After celebrating his success, he and his friends are walking on the streets at around 4 A.M. in the morning when they hear a painful voice of a girl shouting for help. They follow the voice and finds that three guys trying to rape a girl. One of the rapists had a gun. But still Karan tries to save the girl and in the process the girl is hit with a bullet and Karan kills one of those three rapists to save the life of that girl and his friends. One of the rapists dies and other two runs away. Karan takes the girl to the hospital. Girl survives but she loses her memory. Soon the police searches the killer of that person and reaches Karan and arrests him.

Karan meets the superintendent of the police in the process who believes Karan's word and help him out of the mess. He escapes because it was the case of self defense. The SP offers him a post in the police department for his brave nature. Karan accept it but with a condition on. he says that he will join only when he find the parents of the girl who have lost the memory. Unknowingly he falls in love with the girl whom he saved.

Karan finds one of the contact of the girl and comes to know that her name is Pallavi. Nisha (Friend of Pallavi) and Karan goes to Delhi to find out the past of Pallavi. They visits her school and there they comes in the contact of a school friend of Pallavi who gives them a diary written by Pallavi. They read it and find the unusual truths about Pallavi. According to the written evidence, parents never liked Pallavi just because she was a girl. They threw her in to a boarding school and forgets. However her mother keeps coming to meet Pallavi and submit the expenses to the school. But Pallavi never liked them. she hated them the most. In school one more bad thing happened with her. She was trapped in child abuse. Al in all her past was very painful. So Karan decides not to reveal it to Pallavi(New name Shweta). He decides to take care of Shweta and give her all the happiness in the world. Later he finds that he loves the girl.

S.P. Chaturvedi too take care of Shweta like her daughter. Shweta live with sp Chaturvedi at his house. After SP comes to know about the past of Shweta he support the decision of Karan and tells him to go on a month trip with Shweta and his friends. They do so and enjoy a lot in that one month. Karan proposes Shweta and they get committed to each other officially. They decides to get married when they will get back to the town after the trip.

On the trip they get another case in which a father kills her daughter just because she was in love. As Karan was brave, he decides to get the justice for the dead girl and does everything needful for this purpose. Later he get success and the evil dad and brother both find themselves behind the bar.

After coming back of the trip he joins the police department and leave for the three months training where he meet a girl named Neha, and becomes a good friend of hers. His trainings are going well and he is happy being in touch with his love through the telephone. Suddenly one day just before the end of his training he has to get back in hurry. After he reaches home, he comes to know about the death of his father. He breaks into tears. With the support of Shweta (Pallavi, old name) and sp he recovers in time from the sock.

He is now a police inspector. A happy married person with Shweta who keeps very much care of him and his mother. One night he is in a restaurant with his family where an unknown person warns him that someone wants to kill him. He get worried for his family and try to reach home as soon as possible. He reaches but the killers reaches his home before them and shoots his love in the dark night. He loses again and this time his life Shweta. He breaks again and don’t recover this time. He leaves the place without telling anyone. He comes to know during his investigation that his father was also killed. He finds out the killers who eventually are the friends and brothers of the rapist whom he killed some time ago to save Shweta. This time again he kills the three people without leaving any proof that he killed them and leaves for an unknown place.

Karan now lives in a much unknown place. No one knows where he is. He is living with his pain. With the memory of his past. With the feel that he was alone. With the feel that world killed his love. The world killed him. He was killed but not buried.

One fine morning he decided to kill himself. He tries but couldn’t and started writing in his diary. He writes his story and when he ended he feels a lot better. Now he wants to live. He wants to start his journey again. He wants to live for the same reason now. The reason that he loved a beautiful girl. He wants to live for his beautiful past with Shweta. He is happy. He informs sp uncle that he will be back soon. But very soon he is found dead on his chair.

Detective saw completes reading the diary. The diary clears that his murder was not a suicide. But nothing was clear about the killer in the diary. He tries to meet every person mentioned in the diary to reach the killer of Karan. But couldn’t find the killer.

He finds the killer out in the end after getting a clue. The killer is the girl. The friend of Karan, i.e Neha, Neha pandit. She kills karan just because karan killed her two brothers in past (The rapist and the killer of Shweta and his Dad). The story ends after the inspector Neha pandit gets arrested. 

मेरा सहर है ये(गजल)

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो,
मैं दीवाना हू तेरा,
खुद पे इलज़ाम क्यूँ समझते हो.

मैं भी इस भीर का हिस्सा हू,
मेरी पहचान हैं ये,
बड़ा हुआ इन्हीं गलियों में,
मेरी तो जान हैं ये,
मैं तो बेटा हू सहर का,
मुझे सामान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो,

खफा था खुद से मैं खुद को,
भुलाए बैठा था,
शर्म से अपना ये चेहरा,
छुपाए बैठा था,
मैं तो अपना हू तेरा,
मुझे अनजान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो,

ये माना दूर रहा तुमसे,
कुछ पलों के लिए,
ज़रा से पल थे वो या,
सदियो के लिए,
लो लौट आया हू मैं ये,
मेरा एहसान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो,

तू लड़ खराए जो कभी,
मैं संभालूँगा तुझे,
मैं डूबकर भी साहिल पे,
पहुचाऊंगा तुझे,
मैं किनारा हू तेरा,
मुझे तूफ़ान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मैं दौर आऊंगा जब भी,
मुझे पुकारोगे,
छुपा लो दिल में,
कब तक यूँही सताओगे,
झुका हू दर पे तेरे,
मुझे बे-ईमान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मुझे उम्मीद है तुमसे,
खड़ा हू राहों में,
यूँ दौर आओगे कभी तो,
सिमट के बाहों में,
यूँ दूर रेहने में मुझसे,
तुम अपनी शान क्यूँ समझते हो,

मेरा सहर है ये मुझको,
मेहमान क्यूँ समझते हो.
      कुंदन विद्यार्थी.

confuse me...

Well, its 30th January 2013 and I am sitting in front of my laptop from last three continuous hours. But couldn't write a single word before I started posting my few poems and the Delhi trip experience. Now as I have finished posting some of them, I am again at the same point without any clue that what should I write. And yet again I have started writing just another mindless post.
Its been almost two months i finished writing my third novel, which is the story of a very confused guy who doesn't know what he wants from life. Right from then, I have wrote only poems and blog posts. Its not like there is not any plot in my mind for my next venture. There is, and i have tried few of them. In last two months I have started writing on three different plots but after writing few thousand words, i feel that the story is not good enough for a novel. I starts comparing and finally gave up on every plot. I know this is not a good sign as a writer and I have to get over this. May be continuous failure is the reason, but I am trying hard to get over this. Or may be I needed a refreshment and change of environment. So I traveled through Rajasthan And Delhi last week. And believe me, it was real good. I enjoyed it a lot and now I am on with my writing again.
Yes, I have got a very interesting plot. The story of an unlucky teenager who hates her family. Hope I will finish this story successfully and you all will like it.

Delhi Trip

After a hectic week in Suratgarh, Rajasthan, I was heading towards Delhi for the weekend.  So much of excitement to meet my old friends. Hoping for a wonderful weekend I stepped into the Luxury Bus from Suratgarh to Delhi at around 7:30 in the evening. looking at every passing trees and field full of sand, the excitement was increasing. I couldn't even close my eyelids for a second. But the journey was too long, so I played some beautiful numbers through my cell phone to kill time.
At around 4 A.M, just when the Bus was about to enter the capital city, the bus stopped. I thought its traffic, but soon I realized that its night time and there is not any chance of getting rush this time. All my excitement vanished when I heard the drivers voice. He was saying to get off the bus and the reason was not the traffic but the 26th January. Yes, due to republic day, the buses were not allowed to enter the city for security reasons. I was stuck there in Bahadurgarh with all the passengers. I was not getting what to do. I called my friend to whom i was going to meet and he said me to get a cab from that place. But I was not lucky to get it so soon. I had to spent 20 more minutes to get a cab (Smaller vehicles were allowed to enter the city) and they dropped me at an unknown place in Delhi. i was still 20 KM from my destination and the chances were very less to get anything soon. Finally I got an auto and finally reached Adarsh Nagar where my friend came to receive me.
Morning was not far and the fun was just to begin. Me and my two friends were together almost after 20 months. First we went for Race2 in a racing mood. we raced till the multiplex and enjoyed the Race2 with John and Saif. It was the time to race again and this time the race was for food. the place was food court without any empty table. Anyway, we had our lunch and race was onn again.
The time was five in the evening and we were at the Akshardhaam metro station. The temple was just 50 steps away but we took the rickshaw from there to cover the distance, isn't is amazing? And most amazing thing happened when we got back from Temple without entering it. The reason was crowed. We had some water and took our steps back from there.
again it was eating time and we were at Pirates of grill. I overate again and had to take some medicine to digest those delicious food.
Pahalwan dhaba in Haryana for breakfast, Kutub minar, Delhi haat for lunch, India gate and the whole south Delhi Darshan next day. Additional CP visit, Bangla saheb gurdwara visit next day and the trip was over.
Two days were too short to enjoy with them. But still, we enjoyed every bit of those two days. Finally we departed in the end  with a promise onn. The promise to come back soon. The promise to make our time large. Hope this will happen soon.

एक उम्मीद

एक उम्मीद की लौ,
अब तक दिल में जल रही है,
धुंधली ही सही,
पर रौशनी सी निकल रही है,
कही दूर पंछियों की,
चहचहाहट महसूस करता हू,
शायद ये काली रात अब,
सुहानी सुबह में बदल रही है.

शायद अब थम गया है तूफ़ान,
मंद हो रही लहरें भी,
था दूर तलाक ना कोई,
अब फिर नजर आ रहे कुछ लोग,
अब तक डूब रही थी ये,
कश्ती इन लहरों में,
फिर किनारे और कुछ सहारे,
नज़र आने लगे हैं.

अब डर नहीं है कहीं,
इस अँधेरे का दिल में,
और ना ही इन् छोटी छोटी लहरों से,
घबरा रहा हू मैं,
सहारा है इस जलती हुई लौ का,
जो धुंधला है,
इस लौ और टूटी कश्ती के सहारे,
किनारे तक पहुँच ही जाऊँगा.

देखो, फिर से ठंडी ठंडी,
हवा चलने लगी है,
फिर वही मदहोश कर देनेवाली,
खुसबू है इन् फिजाओं में,
ये नज़ारे और बहारें,
फिर खिलने लगे हैं,
शायद इन्हें भी एहसास हो रहा है,
के सुबह आ रही है.

शोर फिर उठने लगा है,
दूर सहरों में कहीं,
खामोशियों का सिलसिला,
थमने लगा है फिर शायद,
नज़रें सबकी टिकी सो हैं,
नीले आसमां की तरफ,
सबको इन्तेज़ार है उस सुहानी,
उम्मीद भरी सुबह के आने का.
                     कुंदन विद्यार्थी 

कहाँ रह गया रे. (गजल)

कहाँ गुम हुए सब कहाँ सब सहारे,
कहाँ रह गया तू कहाँ रह गया रे,
कहाँ तेरी मंजिल कहाँ हैं किनारे,
कहाँ रह गया तू कहाँ रह गया रे.

है तन्हा भटकता कहाँ दर-ब-दर तू,
न ही काफिला ना कोई आशियाँ रे,
तू ज़रा सांस ले बैठ जा एक पल को,
कदम लड़खराते हैं तू थक गया रे.

भवर में अटक सी गयी तेरी कश्ती,
ना किनारे कहीं, ना ही पतवार तेरा,
कैसे बच पाएगा सोच ले तू ज़रा फिर,
ना कोई रास्ता आ गयी आंधियां रे.

ना तलबगार तेरा कोई इस जहाँ में,
जबकि तू था मददगार सबके लिए ही,
तुझे क्या मिला उस भलाई के बदले,
रह गया तू अकेला निचे इस आसमां के.

फलसफा तेरा था तू न मायस होगा,
ना तू घबराएगा, मुस्कुराएगा हर पल,
आँख अबतक खुली, ना ही आंसू बहे हैं,
रह गए हैं तो बस, गुबारे गुबारे,

तेरी तकदीर लिख दी है ना जाने कैसी,
न कोई खुशी है, जहाँ देख गम है,
कर ना उम्मीद तू अपनी किस्मत से पगले,
है मुक़द्दर में तेरी दरारें दरारें.


कहाँ गुम हुए सब कहाँ सब सहारे,
कहाँ रह गया तू कहाँ रह गया रे,
कहाँ तेरी मंजिल कहाँ हैं किनारे,
कहाँ रह गया तू कहाँ रह गया रे.

                              कुंदन विद्यार्थी.

प्यार या दर्द.

प्यार ! इस शब्द को जितना समझने की कोशिश करता हू , उतना ही उलझ जाता हू. सारी होशियारी धरी की धरी रह जाती है. सारे लफ्ज, सारी परिभाषाएँ कम परने लगते हैं इसे समझने के लिए. अब तो यूँ लगने लगा है के मैं कभी समझ ही नहीं पाऊंगा इस प्यार को. और शायद ये भी नहीं समझ पाऊंगा के मुझे कभी प्यार हुआ भी है या नहीं.
अब तक मैंने बहुत से दिलों को जुड़ते देखा है. और उन दो दिलों को मिलते देखकर हरबार यूँ लगा के प्यार से सुन्दर और कुछ हो ही नहीं सकता. पर फिर दिलों को टूटकर बिखरते हुए भी देखा और मेरी हर सोच बदलने लगी. सबकुछ बकवास लगने लगा. यूँ लगने लगा के प्यार में सिर्फ दर्द मिल सकता है, खुशियाँ नहीं.
यूँ तो मैं भी इस शब्द से अछूता नहीं रहा हू. इस शब्द ने मुझे इतना उलझाया के मैं इसे समझने की जिद पे आ गया, लेकिन सब बकवास. मैं यहाँ भी असफल हो गया. और आज तक इसे नहीं समझ पाया हू.
वो आती थी, कुछ यूँ शर्माती थी के मेरे होश उड़ा जाती थी. मेरी धड़कने बाधा जाती थी. घंटो उसकी एक झलक पाने की चाह में भटका करता था मैं भी. और हर कोशिशों के बाद जब वो सामने आती तो नजरे तक नहीं मिला पाटा उस से. छुप छुप के देखने की आदत सी हो गयी थी मुझे. जब वो मुस्कुराती तो यूँ लगता के सब कुछ खूबशूरत है. और उसकी मायुश चेहरे की एक हलकी सी भी झलक मुझे परेशा कर जाती. उसकी गैर मौजूदगी मुझे तरपा सी जाती. मुझ नासमझ को भी ये लगने लगा था के मुझे प्यार हो गया है. अपने दिल के जज्बातों को बयां भी करना चाहा हमने पर कभी हिम्मत, तो कभी वक्त की नजाकत और कभी उसकी बेरुखी ने मुझे रोक दिया. मैं भी आशिक बन गया. और आम आशिकों की तरह दर्द में डूबता चला गया. ताना रहने लगा और ये तनहाईया भी दिल को सुकून देने लगी.
वक्त गुजर और इस शब्द को समझने की कोशिशो के बाद मैं सिर्फ इतना ही समझ पाया के प्यार कुछ नहीं होता. सब मन का भ्रम होता है. दिमाग से काम लेने लगा और इस शब्द से दूर जाने की कोशिश करने लगा. पर दिल तो दिल है, ये भी कभी किसी का मानता है क्या? सारी कोशिशे बेकार से लगने लगती कभी कभी और मैं एक अनोखे दर्द में डूबता चला जाता. खुद को अचानक ही बेबस और लाचार महसूस करने लगता हू आज भी. आज तक मैं उस मीठी सी बेबसी से उबार नहीं पाया हू. समझ ही नहीं पाया हू शायद अब तक प्यार को और अपने दिल के जज्बात को. खुद में ही उलझा रहने लगा हू पर आज भी उसकी एक हलकी सी झालक धडकन बाधा जाती है. उसके होने का एहसास आज भी मुझे तन्हा कर जाता है. उसकी बेरुखी आज भी मुझे तरपा जाती है. आज भी उसे साथ पाने की तमन्ना जगा जाती है उसकी एक नजर. उसका पलट के न देखना आज भी मेरे दिल के तार तार कर जाता है. पता नहीं ये क्या है और क्यूँ है. पर यही सच है.
हो सकता है के यही प्यार हो. पर इस शायद वाले प्यार को अगर मैं समझ पाया हू तो बस इतना के प्यार बस दर्द का दूसरा नाम है. ये ऐसा दर्द है जिसे हर कोई पाना चाहता है. इस दर्द से हर कोई गुजरना चाहता है. ये दर्द ऐसा है जो शुकून देता है. शायद ये वही दर्द है जो दो दिलो को करीब लाता है. लबों को मुस्कुराना सिखलाता है.
कभी कभी एक ऐसी भी उम्मीद जगती है के ये दर्द उसे भी अपना एहसास दिलाएगी. एक दिन उसे भी मेरे करीब लाएगी और उसके अंदर भी एक दर्द जगाएगी. और उसे भी शायद मेरी तरह प्यार वाला दर्द मिल जाए.
अजीब है ये शब्द लेकिन है बड़ा ही बेपरवा सा दर्द.

Do raahe...

Aaj fir,
Iss do raahe pe khada,
Soch raha hai pathik,
Chalu kaun si raah,

Buraai ka ya achhai ka,
Jhoot ka ya sachhai ka,
Yun to pata hai sab use,
Fir v soch raha hai,

Yun to nange pair hain uske,
Fir v man me darr nahi use,
Inn kaanto ka,
Aur na hi jalti hui dhoop ka,

Fir Kyun soch raha hai,
Akhir kadam Kyun Ruke hain uske,
Kyun nazrei chura raha hai Khud se,
Iss do raahe pe,

Saayad yaad kar raha hai,
Hasra wo sachhai ka,
Saayad Sochta hai wo,
Kya hua achhai ka,

Fir use kuchh yaad aa gaya,
Sochte Sochte,
Aur wo chal pada uss raah,
Jo use Zindagi de de.
  
    k r vidyarthy.

Door aur paas.

Tu paas mein hai mere,
Aur door bhi bahut hai,
Tu saamne hai baithi,
Par dhoondta phiru main;

Tu hai meri nazar mein,
Main Dekhta jahan hu,
Fir Kyun na Jaane mujhko,
Hai intezaar Tera.

Jab subah ko main jaagoo,
Bus tu hi saamne ho,
Aur shaam ko bhi tumse,
Milne ki ho tamanna;

Har raah har Gali mein,
Tumko hi dhoondta hu,
Ho din ho chaahe raatei,
Hai bus khumaar Tera.

Hai pyaar tumse Kitna,
Kaise tumhei bataaun,
Dil mein tarap hai kitni,
Kaise tumhei dikhaun;

Aa dekh le aye jaana,
Kaise main jee raha hu,
Tujh bin mujhe hua kya,
Kaisa hai haal mera.

Yun to tu saamne hai,
Par saath tu nahi hai,
Main Dekhta hu Tumko,
Par tu kahi nahi hai;

Par hai jahan kahi tu,
Tu aayegi kabhi toh,
Ek shaam aisi hogi,
Jab saath hoga Tera.

By K. R. Vidyarthy.

My views on She is single, I am taken and we are committed.

I have read his previous two books and I enjoyed both of them. The first one was a very good fevicol fiction from the author which followed by a good second book the sequel to the first one. The second one was not as good as the first one. And then the third from the author a sequel to the first to got published by the same publisher.
I was too waiting for the third one like other readers. And I started reading it after almost three months of the release of the book. One, two, three...... I finshed reading ten chapters but unfortunately nothing interesting was there in it. If I hadn't read the previous two than I couldn't have continued reading the third one. The Harsh Snehanshu touch seemed lost somewhere. In the first half it lacked the flow. Just some bits and pieces from here and there to stretch the content. But still I couldn't close the book and the reason was the characters and plot from the first book. I wanted to reach the conclusion. And the curiosity to reach the end was keeping the story alive.
First book touch was back again only after I finshed reading first half. The story flow was back. Again it took me into the world of those fictional characters where I could see what I was reading. And after visualizing all the scenes just one word came out of those my mouth 'wow' with a million dollar smile. Finally it was a happy ending unlike the previous two.
Though the first half was boring but author still have managedvto raise a voice against smoking.
The best Moment from the book is when kanav goes for lunch with his mother and masi to mehra's and unknowingly meets his better half Tanya there. Using the word 'jerk' at the right moment pleases the readers again.
Though the series is over but I would like to read some more from the same author with sAme characters.

Resolution 2013

At the end of every year most of us make some resolution for the new year. But at the end those resolutions remains in our diary only, never comes out of the pages. I know this fact, so never penned down any point titled resolutions.
But at the start of 2013 I wish for something. I wish for some events to take place in my life. Just the wishes which may not come true but for which I will try my best in upcoming days.
1). I want to get employed.
2). I wish to meet my friends and have a blast every day.
3). I wish love to enter my life and make it more beautiful.(Not necessary though)
4). I wish at least two of my books get published.
5). I want to write at least three more novels this year.
6). I wish to do those things which gives me satisfaction.
7). I wish my friends to be together like always and remains same as there are.
8). I wish India to grow as country.
9). I wish our politicians to get honest this year.( impossible)
10.) I wish the prices of everything comes down.
11). I want to read as much as I can.
12). No more accidents and shameful events to take place.
13). I wish everyone to be happy in upcoming days.
14). I wish everyone to respect each other especially we must learn to respect women.
15). I wish the government makes some strong laws against child abuse, rape and murder.
16). I wish our law and justice system to improve and a little fast so that one doesn't have to wait for justice so long.
17). And I wish that every wish of mine comes true.
These are my wishes. What about yours?
Anyway have a wonderful year ahead. Happy new year 2013.

2012 for me

2012 is going to end in some more hours and 2013 is about to bigin. If analyzes the ending year, it was a good one for me. Though it was not up to what I expected it to be but at the same time, it doesn't go your way everytime. At the end I am happy for what the year gave me.
Till yesterday, like everyone I was also complaining about this year. 'The year was a bad one for ' I said a lot of times without even realising the positives. I was feeling sad. But at the time I turned towards the positives, a million dollar smile ran over my face.
I went jobless this year again. I went love less this year again. Many things again didn't came my way as I wanted. These were the enough reason to be sad. And I was. But in these moments of sadness, I discovered my passion for writing. I came to know my capabilities.
I took the pen and I realized that I was good at it. Soon I finIshed writing a lot of pages. Though not any of my works got published but one of the novel got selected by one of the biggest publishing house of India for publication. This was one of my biggest achievement this year. Even one of my poems got published in one of the known newspaper. Enough reason to be happy.
It was bad that I was far from some of my friends but at the same time they were never far from my heart. My friends were my biggest support throughout the year. They are the one who knows how to get best out of me. They are the one who motivates me. I can proudly say that they are my friends. And I love Them all.
I started hating the one whom I loved. But couldn't continue doing so. She was never with me. She was never by my side. But I can't curse her for that. She was the inspiration of my life and I want to thank her for that. May be she hates me but I have every good for her. Hope she will keep smiling and inspiring me.
My parents and family were loving and caring like always. I can proudly say that they are my parents and I love them all.
I want to thank every person who made my life beautiful or gave me a chance to learn from my mistakes.
Coming at the end of the year, it made me a bit sad. Last one odd months were shameful for all of us. I can't change what happened with some of the girls in our country but we can surely take a step forward to make a change in future. Hope that every one starts respecting each other and no more such incident will take place. I wish I could change everything.
I had some misunderstanding and a cold war with one of my friends. He took me wrong or may be I took him wrong. I want to tell every one with whom I had a fight once that 'I love them '.
I want to tell them all who thinks that it was a bad year for him or her, just find the one reason and smile for that it happened.
Wish you a very happy new year.

I hate you mom.

I was standing there in my balcony. Looking up in the sky. Everything was covered with the darkness of the night. But sky was still looking beautiful. Full of twinkling stars. Its always a good experience for me to vision a great sight. A happy experience always.
But tonight it was different. I was in a loss that can't be filled by anything. More than me it was my five year old daughter I was worried about. She was most affected by this event. We lost what we were in need of.
I was trying to find something in those twinkling stars. No, I couldn't, but there was still a hope which was keeping my eyes open. May be my life is breathing in there, I thought. May be the sentence 'Our dear ones always keep an eye on us and become star after death' is right.
"Dad. What you looking for?" I looked down. My Rockstar was holding my hand. Her eyes were sad. Always smiling girl was quite like never before.
"Hey my little angel, had your dinner?"
"No, I am not hungry. Why didn't you had your dinner?" she said in her cute but sad voice. I took her up in my arms.
"Dad is not feeling to eat baby but you must not forget to dine."
"Missing mom. Do you." her words went tearing my heart. I nodded. Of course I was missing my wife but more than that I was missing the mother of my daughter. I couldn't find anything funny to make my Rockstar smile. Got busy finding the faces.
"Wanna meet mom?" I broke the silence. She looked in my eyes with some hope.
"But mom is not here with us?" she said with the same sad tone.
"But we can see her"
"Really??"
"Look up there in the sky. You see that star" I pointed towards the star which was looking lonely without any other around it.
"Yes...."
"That's your mom. She is smiling. Say hi to mom."
She looked there for a moment. May be she was confirming it. She Got down from my arms and walked some little steps to the corner.
"You won't come na. Okay. If you cant walk back from there to me soon then me too can't see you smiling there. I won't talk to you. I hate you. I hate you mom" I was in sock after listening this from a five year old. Forgot to react. She ran away from the balcony.
That was the day and this is the day after almost twenty years. My little grown up angel was getting married tonight.
The girl who hated stars all her life was standing at the same place looking up in the sky today. I walked to her. She looked at me. She was crying. I wiped her visible tears and she broke in my arms.
"I hate her dad. I hate mom" again the same words I heard between the cries. I felt someone is tearing my heart out again. I wish I could get her mom back once. I wish god allow her mom to walk back once to her daughter.