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Sunday, October 1, 2017

An Ode to my lover | Guest Post

Guest Post by Varun Dixit


उसने कहा खेल था वह प्यार जवानी का, कोई पूछे क्या हुआ उस राधा-कृष्ण की प्रेम-कहानी का?

उसने कहा वह सब कसमें वादे झूठे थे, कोई उनसे पूछे उन आंसुओं का क्या जब वह हमसे रूठे थे?

उनका सर रख कर मेरी गोद में सो जाना भी क्या झूठा था ?

क्या झूठा था उनका मेरे सर पे हाथ फिरा के मुझको समझना?

क्या झूठा था बात-बात हमको उनका साजन कह जाना, जब हम जाते तो क्या झूठा उनका वह सिसकी भर के रह जाना?

क्या झूठे थे वह सपने जो हमने साथ में देखे थे, क्या झूठे थे वह प्रेम पत्र जो उसने हम को भेजे थे?

क्या यूँ ही झूठा था उनका हम से गुस्सा हो जाना, क्या झूठा था वह हमारी यादों में उनका खो जाना?

क्या झूठा थे सपनो का ताज-महल जो हमने उनके लिए बनाया था?

क्या झूठा था वह पहला खाना जो उन्होंने हमारे लिए बनाया था?

क्या झूठे थे वह इंतज़ार के पल जो हमने उनकी याद में बिताए थे.. क्या झूठे थे वह प्रेमहार जो मन ही मन हमने उनको पहनाए थे?

क्या झूठे थे वह प्यार से खेल जो हम साथ में खेला करते थे, वह गुलाब की हर पट्टी पे तुम्हारा नाम लिख हवा में फेंका करते थे?

क्या यूँ ही झूठा था वह तुम्हारा मुझको गृहिणी बनकर दिखलाना.. वह मेरे कहने पर साड़ी पहनकर तुम्हारा यूँ मिलने आना?

क्या झूठा था वह यकीन जो मेरे माथे पे तुम्हारा लबों के रखे तुम मुझे दिलाती थी.. हर बार जब भी मैं गुस्सा तुम मेरे चेहरे वह मुस्कान ले आती थी?

वह तुम्हारा मेरे खुशियों में खुश होजाना.. वह मेरे आंसू निकलने से पहले तुम्हारा रो जाना

वह मेरे मन की बात समझ तुम्हारा चुपके से आके मुझको आगोश में भर लेना.. मेरे कुछ बोलने से पहले ही तुम्हारा वह ऊँगली रखके मुझको चुप कर देना..?

वह तुम्हारा रोज़ यूँ मुझसे मिलने आना.. जाने की ज़िद करना.. फिर छोड़ कर हमको न जा पाना..?

वह ढलते सूरज को देख तुम्हारा मेरी बाँहों में यूँ पिघल जाना.. फिर ज़रा सी आहट से तुम्हारा सम्हल जाना.?

वह मेरे छूते ही तुम्हारे रोम रोम का यूँ थिरक जाना.. कहना बहुत बुरे हो तुम.. फिर मेरे गले से लिपट जाना.?

अगर वह झूठा था..तो फिर झूठा होगा मीरा के प्रेम राग..?

झूठा होगा वह हीर का यूँ राँझा हो जाना..वह सोहनी का रोज साजन से मिलने जाना और एक रात यूँ ही उस नदी में खो जाना..?

झूठे होंगे वह राधा कृष्ण के महारास..वह गोपियों का प्रेम योग और वह उद्धव को ज्ञान प्रकाश..?

झूठे हो जायेंगे वह सूर्य के छन्द, वह कबीर के दोहे, वह रास खान की बातें..?

मगर क्या यूँ ही सब कुछ एक पल में झूठा हो जाया करता है.. जिसको धड़कन बना के रखते है वह एक पल में यूँ ही खो जाया करता है..?

एक आखिर बार पूछता हूँ तुमसे क्या सच में खेल था वह प्यार जवानी का?

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Missing Abigail | Guest Post

GUEST POST by Prateek Singh


Isn't it weird. How a person can be normal, be sane and be happy and try as fucking hard to belong and succeed. And fit in but with all those smiles and dances and dabs wants to fucking shout out loud, wants to fucking explode with everything inside him. Just blow up and cry for hours hoping that something fucking lifts this weight off his chest. 

What the fuck is depression? Can it be medically diagnosed ? 
Maybe. 
Can you see it. 
Yes. 
Can you feel it. 
Fuck yes. 

But then why does it feel superficial why does it feel undeserved. And why does it keep coming back. Shouldn't we find depressed people funny? That they fall asleep everyday listening to the same three songs. Crying to the same three songs. Looking at the same 6 pictures. Telling themselves that they're precious. That they don't deserve things that have happened to them but that's okay it's life. It's what it is. And then maybe just maybe if they lie down at 10:23, they can fall asleep by 3:23. Twisting and turning in their own sorrow. Their own fucking broken being. And If they're really lucky. They'll sleep till 6 in the morning. And not be awoken by the same god damn nightmares every freaking 15 minutes. 

Is this depression? 
Maybe. 
Is this worth being worried about? 
Maybe. 
So then why does it feel like it's superficial?
I don't know.
But don't other people have it worse?
Yes they do.
So I am just being a little bitch ?
Yes, I guess. Maybe.
I don't know .
Then who does?
I don't know.

Ever since Abigail left, no matter how much I want to be the person I want to be i can't. she was the only one I could be anything with. And that's what I miss. That person. That feeling. That belief.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

My Platinum Day of Love


You must have heard about the “platinum day of love” in T.V commercials or on any social media channel. However, do you know the story behind this tagline? Well, it is about the day when you realize that you want to spend the rest of your life with your loved one forever and for always. They chose platinum as the symbol of love because
  •       It is the rarest element in the earth’s crust, just like true love rarest of rare.
  •     It is considered a noble metal, and as we all know love is a noble act of offering trust.
  •         Platinum is non-toxic, just like love.

Everyone has his or her own love stories, some lasts forever and some ends with a surprise or a shock. Imagine hearing my voice talking to you as you read this article because I am going to share my platinum day of love with you.


The beginning- I met him two years ago at a party. It was one of my closest friend’s birthday party, so we all were having a good time. My friend also invited him (Aman) our batch-mate but different branch.We glanced at each other but didn't talk. Everyone was enjoying the party suddenly a boy (Stranger) came to me and asked for my number. Just when I was about to react, Aman pulled me towards him. I rested my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him with the fear of the situation. 

(When I came back home, I was only thinking about those moments of love whole night.)

The second meet-up – It was our college fest when we met again as we were in the organizing team; it was the last day of our fest and Rashid Ali was the main guest who was going to perform. His songs are so melodious and soulful. We (Aman and I) exchanged glances but as everybody was around so we didn't talk to each other. AGAIN! Just when Rashid Ali entered and started singing “Kahin To Hogi Wo”, I noticed we were behind the stage alone and it was a beautiful night, stars were twinkling and the dim moonlight made the whole scenario even more sparkling. For the first time, we talked and danced on those beautiful tracks.
(This time when I came back home, he called me and we talked all night.)
The Proposal – We started talking and spending time with each other. It was Valentine’s Day and we went to Hauz Khas Village, one of the most beautiful places in Delhi. We were sitting near the lake when he started playing guitar and also sang the same song i.e. “Kahin to hogi wo” and proposed me. We started dating because my answer was a big YES! We’ve been inseparable ever since.
(Our love grows more each day. Sometimes things get rough but he's worth it.)  
So this is my platinum day of love, when he proposed because that day we decided to be with each other forever and for always. I Love Us! 


Saturday, August 3, 2013

A true Lovestory never ENDS.


We always talk about true love, how deeply you are in love with the person, how you can do anything for him/her. But we always ignore the other part of the story, about our parents, our family, and our ethics. Well this is a story of two who were deeply in love.  This story is about Sumit and Pooja. Sumit’s family just shifted to a new place where Pooja used to live. They were neighbors and soon became good friends. They both are of same age and they completed their 12th boards’ exam together. And just by chance they fell in love with each other. Everything was just too perfect. Their families bonded well too. So they thought in future, there will be no problem if they continue their relationship.

They faced many problems but nothing could ever break the bond they shared. As they completed their graduation, Sumit’s family started looking for a girl. They (Sumit and Pooja) used to cry a lot but Sumit’s stubborn nature saved their relationship. When Sumit’s parents discovered their relationship, they broke all their ties with Pooja’s family and never spoke to them.  The only problem was RELIGION. Pooja was Punjabi and Sumit was a Baniya. Can you imagine both of them were Hindu and still faced caste issues? (Well, that’s why I hate my country and our caste system).On the other hand Pooja’s elder brother was supportive but very strict, and he felt that Sumit’s family won’t ever accept their relationship so he asked Pooja to end it because there seemed no possible future for their relation.

Sumit was finally independent and they could have easily run away and live together but they didn’t. He was afraid of the society that if they eloped, people will comment on their family, and about his sister who was studying and in future, people will make up bad things about her character also. Sumit cried in front of Pooja’s brother and somehow convinced him that there is a possibility for their marriage in future.

Sumit’s mom was getting worried for his son and people started making stuff about their relationship, but they never cared for it. Sumit’s father was a stubborn man, and he made a decision that Pooja cannot be a part of their family. But Sumit made his own decision that he’ll marry only Pooja otherwise he will not marry anyone. After some years when they finally realized how much they are in love with each other, it melted their hearts and they finally were tied to each other in the sacred bond of love, they were married. They waited 13 years for this day and finally their hard work and their love paid off. 

True love stories are so rare these days. They could have easily run away and could have started their own new life but Sumit’s love and care for his family and especially for her sister made her so strong that he once decided that he would not marry anyone. Through this story, I just want to spread a message that no matter how much you love someone but please don’t just neglect your family. Our parents did so much for us and I don’t think they deserve to be ashamed because of us. They taught us how to walk and now when they are getting old, how can you just leave them? Try to convince them, they cannot be harsh on you for long. They brought you into this world, and they always wish for happiness in your life. Love them because they really deserve to be loved.



AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER…. :)

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Family or Foe?


There were 4 brothers of same mother. They were financially very good because they had their huge family business that was set up by their father. The eldest brother was very kind, traditional and a very loving brother. He used to love all his younger brothers a lot. Because of his efforts all his brothers were together because they all used to fight over property and their well settled family business. But on this he said “If you want to divide this, do this after me”. He tried his best to make them happy but he couldn’t because his brothers wanted dispute.

One day he was in his office and once again, one of the brothers started the topic of dividing property as their huge family business had suffered some loss. Everyone was blaming him for the loss of the company. He cried and replied “If you want to divide this, do this after me”. He was much tensed because of this incident. He was a patient of high blood pressure and just because of all this he asked his driver to throw his medicine. Driver followed his orders. When he came home he ordered his wife to make some pakodas and halva for him. He was not well, so she refused. But he shouted in anger and said “If you’ll not make them at home, I’ll go and eat outside”. So she gave in and did as he said, because she was already worried about his health and if he’ll go outside and eat too much unhealthy food prepared in unhealthy oil, it will ruin his health even more. Finally she started preparing pakodas and halva for him while he was sitting in his room waiting. She cried while cooking because she wasn’t feeling good about this. Finally she served pakodas, he ate them. He was about to eat first pakoda and as she served halva he suddenly fell down.

He got a paralytic attack. She hurriedly called the driver, and they all took him to a hospital. After 3 days his soul left his body and everybody else all alone. He left his one and only son, whom he loved so much. He actually died because of hypertension.

I guess now his brothers can take their part of blood money for which they were so hungry that they actually killed their own loving brother. I wish his soul is now free from all the tensions because of which he actually suffered. I wish he will rest in peace and goodness for his family.

  •   Negative side of joint family:

Ø  The more people you have in your family, the more you are attached and the more you suffer pain when they leave.
Ø  Family disputes or fighting for money.
Ø  Joint business, because at some point of time someone will become greedy.