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Holi ke din…

Posted by nishitdesai on March 27, 2005

It was Saturday. March 26th, 2005. 11-50 A.M. Nishit Desai was sitting in front of computer doing nothing but absolute timepass. He was somehow very enthusiastic about Holi (Dhuleti) this year, but it seemed no one else was. Except his neighbour came in the morning and painted some gulal on his face, holi otherwise had been dull for him. Peeps out of window, some holi enthusiasts are out-of-control by now. Playing holi with mudd and everything that comes in their way. A big sigh!!!! “I wish I could play like that. Hmm…!!! Should do something”, he thinks. Logs in to messenger, pings some people around…

madhavpandya : no reply , must be sleeping after a big nightout…

rupmehta1 (a.k.a rupeshkaka) : “got some work to do…”, yaa people busy in publishing papers…

vipin_deep : no reply, seemed enthu the other day, no whereabouts today… damn it…

India-Pakistan test going on, but he seems out of it. Sitting ready in “holi-wear”, but no one is interested. “Oh! It’s 12-55 and mess was supposed to serve lunch till 1-15 only and I am yet to take bath. I should rush now..!!!” Moves to wake up Madhav after getting ready, in case he is still sleeping. Room is open, no signs of Madhav, where is he??? … and there he is… face painted with gamut of colors, barely identifiable… and soon, he sees a bunch of people following him, and they too see him. Eyes go wide. Ek aur… muhahaha… without any color on face… muhahaha… They rush to him. They won’t listen, nor he wanted them to. And in few seconds he was just one of them. And “gheraiyas” continued their quest for more-and-more victims. Some of their willingly “sacrificed” themselves. Others viz Somu, RahulBan had to be pulled out of their hideouts. Junta won’t listen till anyone is not colored.

Narcissist himself...!!!This was not enough… More was yet to come. “Let’s move to A-block lawn and play some real holi.”, suggests Nishit and crowd starts moving. We are here, now what? hmmm.. pipe must be located and there it is. Muhahaha.. now starts real Holi. water splashing all around… and mudd was all around. “Let’s play Kabbadi”, someone says and everyone is into it.

Under the captaincy of Rohan Shetty and Gopalraj, teams started playing. People coming in, coming out, getting caught, catching opponents. Points?? Winner?? one word… WHO CARES??!!! They were there for enjoyment and that’s what they were doing. Enjoyment continued till all of them were not out of their minds (albeit, Madhav Pandya ran away for some obscure reasons ๐Ÿ˜‰ )… people were going crazy.

Gheraiyas Who says you need ‘bhang’ or liquor to have ‘nasha’ ๐Ÿ™‚

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Joy of small things…

Posted by nishitdesai on March 4, 2005

It’s been long time since I’ve written anything on this blog. Many a times I had many things to write but didn’t spare time to write today I am topofying a beautiful poem which is very near to my heart… It’s about joy of small things in life. How doing small things in life can make your life full with joy and happiness… do give it a read…

PS:- Thanks to Anshu for such a wonderful poem…
PS/2:- Thanks to poetess Anshu for such a wonderful poem…

kabhi yun karein, ki kuchh na karein,
bina manzil ki khwahish ke, kuchh door chalein,

kuchh yaadon ki teh kholein, pehen ke dekhein,
ya ek puraani album dekhein..aur hasein,
waqt ke beetne ka andaaz lagaaye bina

koi jhootha vaada ya koi meethi shararat karein,
ya bina baat kisi apne se shikwa, shikayat karein

sawal ka jawaab ek sawaal se dein,
ya kisi baat par besaakhta hans dein,
aansoo nikal aane tak.

chupke se kisi ki aankhein dhank dein,
aur na kholein, pehchaan paane tak.

ya kisi ko chhed dein, bura maan jaane tak,
fir manaayein us ko, aankh bhar aane tak

Kabhi yun karein, chaai ka pyaala haath me lein,
baatein karein… aur kuchh na kahein

ek khat ferozi lifafe me bhejein, aur kuchh na likhein,
ya ek fone karein…aur kuchh na kahein

bina izzazat kisi ke khwaabon me chehalkadmi karein,uske kamre se bahar aa kar.
ya neendein chura lein kisi ki aankhon se,apni aankhon me kajal laga kar.

koi kissa adhoora chhod dein, aur shuru ek fasana karein,
ek paimaana jaan ke tod dein, aur rukh-e-maikhaana karein

gunguni dhoop se uth kar nam os pe chalein,
mehfil se rukhsat lein, bas apne hi saath rahein

aaine me dekh ke muskuraayein,
baalon ko kholein, fir se sanwaare

dining table par ungliyon se jugalbandi karein,
aur ek ghazal likhein, sofe ke cushion par

Palang par ek nayee chaadar bichhayein,
aur kursi ko khidki ke paas lagayein

thehri hui boondon ko daal jhatak kar girayein,
aur zameen se harsingaar ke phool chunein

kuchh kaam mitayein, rozana ki masrufiyat se,
aur kuchh lafz likhein ret par… hamesha ke liye

kabhi yun karein, ki aankhein moond lein,
aur khwaabon ko bhi aane na dein palkon me,
kuchh haqeeqat dekhein… sote hue

Taakte rahein balcony se sadak ko, jab tak nazar bandhi rahe,
aur na dekhein us pehchaane ko, jisne haath hilaya ho hamaari jaanib

halki bauchhar me ghar se nikalein, aur bheegte rahein,
aur tez baarish me ek ped ke neeche rukein,
yeh soch kar ki bacha lega woh paani se…

jheel me pair daalein aur suraj ko doobta dekhein,
ek diya paani me bahayein, aur roshni ko tairta dekhein
koi kankar paani par fenke, jaltarang sunein
ya gumsum se mandir me ghanta bajayein, uski goonj dil me sunein,

kabhi yun karein ki samet kar gham saara ek nazm likhein,
jiska koi tuk na ho,
ya saari khushiyon ka ek afsaana banayein, aur bayan na karein,

kisi se behas karein aur karte hi chale jaayein,
aur yakayak kahein ki achha wohi sahi hai
aur hansein uski pareshaani par… shararat se

geele baalon ko jhatak dein achanak, boondon ki manzil se bekhabar,
fir ghabraane ki surat banayein, agar kisi par chheente padein to,
man hi man muskuraayein

apne nam baalon me ungliyan firayein, ek lat ka chhalla banayein,
aur khol dein
kalai me pada kangan ghumayein, aur salwatein hatayien saaree se,
ek kai dafa padhi hui kitaab padhte hue

kabhi yun karein ki lawn me rakhe jhoole par baithen, sunehri dhoop me,
sir par dupatta dhak kar, ped se jhaankte hue sooraj ko dekhein,
ungliyon ki ot se

kabhi yun karein ki, kuchh puraane khat, barson baad nikaalein aur padhein
peele kagaz aur feeki roshnaai me mauzood lafzon ki tapish mehsoos karein
woh jaani pehchaani mehek dhoondhe, jo hawa na sahi, saanson me ab bhi hai

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My dear friend, Puneet Sarda too had to say something after what Anshu said… so here it is…

kabhi yun karein, ki waqt se pehle pahuche
aur intezaar ka mazza le, mehboob ke aane tak

guitar uthaye , kuch taar ched te
koi dhun banakar, kuch shabd jod te
ek geet banjaye

akele baithe kissi kamre mein, koi awaaz na ho
chup chap sune apni saason ko, aur mehsus karein
zindagi ko

bageche mein jaaye, bacho ke saath baithe
bacho se baatein kare, bacho ke khel khele
khud mein chupe baache ko phir se bahar laaye

kitchen mein jakar kabhi apna manpasand khana banaye
aur kissi ko apne paas bitha kar, pyar se apne haathon se
khilaye

godh mein apni leta kar, kissi ko chein ki neend sulaye
khel te rahe uske baalo ke saath jab tak woh ulajh na jaaye
aur phir unhe suljhaye

kabhi yun karein, ki saare kaam chod kar
apne kitab ko shelf se ek dilchasp kitab uthaye
padhe kuch panne uske, aur uske khayalon mein kho jaaye
…subah ho jaane tak

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