Random Diaries....

It’s a lazy and lonely Saturday afternoon…Both my roomies are working on Saturday.. So, I have no choice left but to spend morning and afternoon alone.. I am not a loner at all..Guess nobody is by choice…In school, when my bench partner was absent, my entire day was spent so silent…In engg hostel, when my roomies were away, I waited for them to come so that again our room wud be lively wid our noise…At my flat also, I would message my roomie frequently, when r u coming, come soon ....

These days are not nice and me not liking them in a way..They say life comes wid all kinda days..screw that thought..Have you ever felt this way, its like whenever you learn the rules of the game, the game changes..when you are close to the destination, the road map and the road itself changes..A series of such events, douse that flame of hope..But then life isn’t perfect..again screw that thought..But u know wat ders no fun in learning the rules…trust me have learnt and followed hell of them...make ur own rules..

As the life passes you will learn , there’s nothing as good or bad, right or wrong…Its just the perception of  mind. But still we make our own judgements. I hate people making judgements about me..morons they are..dont know ways of life..but then even I was judgemental for some dear ones…And you know wat concept of karma works…Nowadays me and roomie often talks a lot about lives of celebrities and successful people.. we envy about the freewill, they have in life..I know grass is always greener on other side..But then I don’t wanna die as a common person.. I swear my soul will wander if that happens..

But whatever it is, I am not liking these days..wannna go back to those conversations, those laughs, those silly notions, those bucketlist we talked about, those movies , books we discussed, arguments with no conclusions, ways of life we wished, acts of stupidity..Ahh good old days…Again I wanna go back to my engineering days..Fun in classrooms, late night maggi, late night coffee, late night talks, waiting for someone to complete the assignment so that we could copy word to word widout giving any load to mind, watching matches and movies in TV room, we literally survived on Doordarshan, bunking classes just to watch 50 bucks show in E-square, frequent trips for Durga coffee (still remains the best and cheap cold coffee ever), playing some loud music in room and dancing like noone’s watching, rushing for last moment project submission, during exam days me , vrunda and shruti keeping our books aside and gossiping like world is gonna end tomorrow, tripsi on Kinetic wid mayu and anu…

Wanna go back to good old times in tarapur too..While in hostel, visiting tarapur was the biggest upcoming thrill in life..Me n vrunda always counted the days left for going home…People called us homesick fanatics..That day when I was talking  to Sid and prady, we were talking about it’s not that old fun in tarapur now.. times have changed.. They say you should always live in present. Screw that thought again. There’s always a good thing about going back to good old memories..it is a barometer that you did good in life, an indicator that you have gathered loads of good moments in the past…toggling to these memories makes u happy and feel good…Now let me tackle this lonely Saturday afternoon..Let me learn..enjoying the music, reading a book and just cooking for urself alone…And that’s an art..spending the day lonely and still feeling happy about it.. I am wayward poor at this talent..let me try upon this too…



                 वों सागर की लहरें , न जाने कितनी रेत समेट जाती है अपने साथ 
वों बारिश की बूँदे , जानती है एहसास बंजर ज़मीन का 
वों छोटी छोटी बातें , न जाने इतनी यादें समेटे हुए है 
 वों किताबों के खोए हुए पन्ने , कई कहानिया अधूरी रखे है 

 वों अधूरी उड़ान, जानती है  मौसम की बेमानी को 
वों रिश्तों की गाँठ , धागे जैसी नहीं तोड़ी जाती 
वों कागज़ की नाव, नहीं जानती तूफ़ान में तैरना 
वों मिटटी की खुशबू , ताज़गी सी भर देती है दिल में 

वों काजल की कालीमा भी नैनों की शोभा बढाए है 
वों रंग-बिरंगी  चुडिया , नहीं जानती बेरंगी दुनिया का एहसास 
वों गुमसुम आवाज़ , न जाने इतने शोर को महसूस करती है 
वों बंद पलके , नहीं होती है हमेशा निद्रा का इशारा 

वो बच्चों के आखोँ की मासूमियत हम सभी में थी , वक़्त न जाने उसे कहा ले गया
वों नंगे पाँव , जानते है कांटो की चूभन को 
वों अधूरे काफ़िले , जानते है अल्फाजों की कीमत 
वों दिये की लौ , जलकर भी रोशन करती है समा

वों रेत जानती है तुम्हें , जहा तुम अपने पैरों के निशान छोड़ आए हों 
वों सरसराती पवन , कभी सुना करती थी हमारी बातें 
वों रेल की पटरिया, गुज़रती है आज भी तुम्हारे घर से होंकर 
और  वों भूल -भूलैया सी ज़िन्दगी , हमेशा पहेलिया करती रहेगी तुमसे ......

woh sagar ki lehere, na jaane kitni ret samet jati hai apne  sath
woh barish ki boonde, jaanti hai ehsaas banjaar zameen ka
woh choti choti baatein ,na jaane itni yaadein samete hue hai
woh kitabo ke khoye hue panne, kayi kahaniya adhuri rakhe hai

woh adhuri udaan, jaanti hai mausam ki bemani ko
woh rishto ki gaantha, dhaage jaisi nahi todi jati
woh kagaaz ki naav, nahi janti toofan mein tairana
woh mitti ki khusboo, tazagi si bhar deti hai dil mein

 woh kajal ki kalima bhi naino ki shobha badhaye hai..
woh rang-birangi  chudiya, nahi janti berangi duniya ka ehsaas
woh gumsum awaaz, na jane itne shor ko mehsoos karti hai
woh band palke, nahi hoti hai hamesha nidra ka ishara

woh baccho ke aakhon ki masumiyat hum sabhi mein thi, waqt na jane usse kaha le gaya
woh nange pav jaante hai kaanto ki chubhan ko
woh adhure kafile jaante hai alfazo ki kimat
woh diye ki lau, jaalkar bhi roshan karti hai sama

 woh ret jaanti hai tumhe, jaha tum apne pairo ke nishaan chod aye ho
woh sarasrati pavan, kabhi sunna karti thi hamari baatein
woh rail ki patariya, guzarti hai aaj bhi  tumahare ghar se hokar.
woh bhul, bhulaiya si zindagi, hamesha paheliya karti rahegi tumse



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Monali believes in life, as a beautiful journey, which comes in a package of good as well as bad, some sweetness and some sourness too... Writing helps her vent out, makes her happy, the way no other thing does. Monali believes in the power of words, for words can inspire, educate, raise voice, draw a smile, trickle a tear and touch your heart. Monali also has lot of lines on her palm and people say that the more the number of lines you have,the more you think.This blog is just to jot down those thoughts and a justification to those lines. Apart from writing, she also loves clicking pics and believes that writing and photography are so much related.. While words draw the pictures, emoting pictures frame the words.

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