हँसना मत भूलिये…. ;-)

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हँसना मत भूलिये…. 😉

ख़त उछाला मैंने तेरे छत पर,

तेरे पिता के हाथ आयी

भरी दोपहरी में मानों

हो मेरी सामत आयी

टशन में था तेरे छत के नीचे

दोस्त मेरा बुलेट पर ड्राइवर था

बन्दुक लेकर निकला तेरा बापू

मानों आर्मी का स्नाइपर था

बन्दुक देख मैंने झट से बोला,

अबे भाग, जल्दी से बुलेट दौड़ा

नहीं तो कोई और बुलेट चल जाएगी

काला चश्मा लेदर का जैकेट

सारी टशन मिट्टी में मिल जाएगी

हद तो तब हो गयी

बुलेट जब दगा दे गयी

उसने किक लगाया , सेल्फ लगायी

फिर भी वह स्टार्ट न हो पायी

दोस्त को बोला

अबे भाग, 100 मीटर वाली दौड़ लगा

गाड़ी छोड़, पहले

अब अपनी अपनी जान बचा

दोस्त मेरा वजनदार था

भागने में बिलकुल लाचार था

मैं दौड़ता गया

हाय! वो पकड़ा गया

मैंने सोचा अभी दौड़ते ही जाना है

कुछ भी हो अभी तेरे बापू के हाथ न आना है

और बात जहाँ तक दोस्ती के फ़र्ज़ की है

उसे अस्पताल में निभाना है😊

सुरक्षित स्थल तक जब मैं पहुंचा

तो तेरा कॉल आया

दोस्त पे क्या बीतती होगी, उसे कुछ पल भूल

मेरा चेहरा मुस्काया

पर तुम भड़क गयी और बोली

आप भी हद्द करते हैं

भारत मंगल पर पहुँच गया

और आप हैं कि मुझे खत लिखते हैं

और पकडे जाते हैं

अब आपकी एक नहीं सुनूँगी

आपके फ़ोन पे मैं खुद ही

व्हाट्सएप्प इनस्टॉल करुँगी

मैंने बोला यह सब तो ठीक है

ये बात बता, तेरे बापू ने

मेरे दोस्त का क्या हाल कर डाला है

कुछ हड्डियां छोड़ भी दी

या पूरा का पूरा तोड़ डाला है☺️

उसने कहा,

ऐसा कुछ नहीं घटा है

जो संग था आपके

वे मेरे दूर का रिश्तेदार में भाई निकला है

चौंक गया मैं

सोचा की क्या गड़बड़ घोटाला है

जो कल तक मेरा दोस्त था

अब होने वाला मेरा साला है 😜….

जीवन में हँसना मत भूलिये ……….



Uff.. Ye Breakups

One of my close friends came to me crying like as child. I asked “What happened?” and to make him feel easier and draw a smile from his face I conjoined another question “Did you have breakup?”

He was dead serious and replied “Yes, how did you come to know Abhay?”

 I said “What!!!”

 “When did it happen? I was just kidding”

He replied “A year ago!”

I exclaimed “What!!!”

“You didn’t tell me for whole one year. I never saw you unhappy either. One year is long time and even if it would have happened, you must have got over it by now! What happened today?” I fired several volleys on him.

His succinct reply was “I tried to keep it dormant since past 12 months but she keeps up popping every time I try to forget her. Now today the threshold has crossed, you are the first one whom I am sharing, please help me get out from this miserable condition. Please make me forget her”

I became perturbed seeing the terrible condition of my friend. He seemed inconsolable.

I thought for a moment and replied “Well, you have all my sympathies. I can do whatever is possible for me to do for you. But since I have never experienced such situation, I think I am not the right person to make you forget her”

He quipped “All the time you talked about yoga, spirituality and so many things…Was all of them fake? Doesn’t all this have a solution for my problem?”

I became silent.  I have helped quite a few times to some people. Sometime I helped them is passing semester exams, sometime some financial help etc. But this was unique help asked from me. I offered him to go for a dinner and assured him that we will discuss tomorrow about this topic and probably will reach to a solution.

We had dinner. He told me the whole happenings. I paid proper attention to him to each and every story that he was narrating.

 I realized, sometime attachments can be very excruciating.  In this world everything is nonpermanent, comes with an expiry date but when we recognize the other thing as our eternal belonging, then problems creep in.

We returned home. I drove him to his home.  I returned to my bed. Lying on bed,  my eyes were wide open. I thought, I have told him that I will talk tomorrow about how to be normal and forget her, but in reality I simply don’t know what to tell him, how to make him feel normal.

“Should I ask this from my spiritual mentor? No..No..what will he think about me!!! ” a thought reverberated in my mind.

Seeing no other alternative, I thought of turning to a universal Guru “Google Guru” and I am not joking and my intention of mentioning it is not to dilute the gravity of the situation, but my helpless condition where I was put in by my friend, seeing no alternative and the ubiquitous nature of the problem I thought “Google” might come handy. Actually, it was not Google, but one of its subsidiaries “YouTube”.

I switched on my Lap Top and typed the URL “www.youtube.com”.

A lot of suggestive videos came just after typing the URL. It was mainly those videos which I watched frequently. It was of cricket, politics, some funny videos etc etc.

A lightening has struck my mind. “YouTube has also memory” I murmured. Well, this was not unusual to have in YouTube or any other shopping sites. They use the technology called “BigData” to see our browsing pattern and then they floods with similar content, but since my friend was grappling with one memory issue (of course not of memory loss) this usual pattern seemed unique to me.

Machines are made to behave as humans. That is why artificial intelligence is a buzz word now. Isn’t it? If you are not convinced search two words “Sophia” and “Qiu Hao”

on Guru. You will get to know the extent where we are heading.

Anyway, coming to the point, I thought YouTube has a unique feature called “Delete History” and you can also customize it by deleting  memory of past hour, week, month etc. . If we delete history, problem is solved. No Suggestive Videos of your previously watched content. All new, Fresh and Pristine.

Alas! My friend doesn’t have that setting called “Selective Deleting of History”.

Memory can be a reason of serious pangs in life.

Disclaimer : I know, you all will treat it as an act of fiction, but from my end its my duty to convey the same that it’s fiction only 🙂 Happy wala Sunday Guys 🙂


He seemed to be in too much hurry, as he should be, because the train which he was boarding has already picked up the speed and about to cross the platform. He had a bucket full of packaged drinking water which he probably intended to sell in the train’s coach. I was standing near the door of the coach and watching him. Somehow he managed to get in but during this process, his one of the slipper fell off the train. The trained had gathered enough speed that even an expert vendor couldn’t risk getting down. He did the right thing. He did not get down the train. But his one unexpected move caught me by surprise. He threw his other slipper in the backward direction with some force and smiled.

I assumed he might have thought that on his return journey he will collect his pair of slipper. I asked him “Do you believe that your pair of slipper will be there when you will return back to this station”.

He responded “This thought did not even come in my mind that I will get my slipper back. I just threw it as I can’t do anything with single piece neither any other person can do anything with the second one. I just discarded second one hoping that it might make a perfect pair for some other person.”

I was moved not just by his considerate behavior but his aptitude.

Who is responsible?

Technology has shaped the human civilization in a way that it seems an irreversible process now. Many of the technological tools such as mobile phones or televisions have become necessary in modern time and they are no longer construed as luxury and rightly so. Few of us can even ignore hunger for a day, but can’t suppress the urge to check the notifications of various applications of our cell phone(s).

Technology has helped us immensely and made our life much easier than ever before. We can definitely say that our present human civilization has been the most comfortable society in materialistic terms in compare to any of the past societies.  (I am not saying that, at present, we are the happiest of all as comfort and happiness are altogether different phenomena). But at times technology shows its other side, which may not be pleasant at all.

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Few days ago, I had a trip to Bangalore or Bengaluru as now they call it. During my stay, I used its public transport system “the Namma Metro” on quite few occasions. It was overall a good experience except for one instance and that one instance was not inside the metro but at one of its stations. In whichever cosmopolitan city of India you would be in, one aspect will always remain common and that is huge crowd in all the public places. Banglore is also no exception to it and neither was its metro system.

So on that day when I was entering to one its station, like many others, I also preferred to use a “technological tool” called “escalator” or the moving staircase to get down. You would presume that what is special about it, it is so common these days. But I have mentioned it with a reason here. The reason is that it was overcrowded on that place and it deviated from its usual performance. Have you ever thought or experienced what will happen when a moving stair case would abruptly stop? If you never experienced, don’t wish for it. Because, experiencing the Newton’s First Law i.e. “Law of Inertia” on escalator may not be pleasing one for sure.

So on that day, when I was unprepared like others, the escalator suddenly stopped unexpectedly. The experience was just like as someone has applied a power brake in your car on seeing a possibility of collision. But we are generally prepared for the brakes in vehicle but remain casual on escalators and never expect a brake.  Everybody on board became shaky and some even fall over. I was fortunately holding the side railing which prevented me from tumbling. But suddenly someone from back fell over me. When I turned back, it was a young beautiful lady! I saved her from falling on the rugged staircase, I was proud of my achievement.

But, she was embarrassed, ashamed and whispered “I am sorry”. Without thinking too much I said “Thank You!!!”  She became puzzled and retorted “What? What did you say?” Sensing here unease, I quipped “You have made a wrong choice of words, instead of saying sorry, you should say me thanks as it was not your fault and since I have saved your beautiful face from getting defaced, I might be obliged by a Thanks rather than a Sorry”. She smiled. I thought my sense of humor worked and there was an instant reward for it. She asked “What’s your name?” But before I could have answered her there were huge uproar on the ground. Few people were shouting vehemently in a language that I hardly could have understood, but I could sense their anguish. There was a hurdle there and in mid of the hurdle a lady in her mid 30s was crying profusely. Taking the advantage of my height, I tried to peep in the hurdle, but since the language was alien to me,  I couldn’t understood what was going on there. I thought she also might have fallen from the escalator, but there were no visible mark of injury no blood on the floor, no mark of scratches on her face. Then few minute later, someone from the crowd spoke the language which I could have discerned. He said that the lady was pregnant and due to abrupt stoppage of the escalator she fell off from three or four steps atop and now she is agonized about her wellbeing of her impending child. I saw a lot of people were consoling her, but she was incessantly crying. This is probably one pain which half of the population could not have understood.. I realized, only signs of scar are not the sole representation of the pain, some pains are too heavy that scars can’t depict it. Since I had a preoccupied schedule, I had to leave that place. But few question kept hitting me?

Who should be held responsible, if something mishap had happened to the child, who is still not in the world?

  1. Government?
  2. Metro Authority?
  3. Operating Staff?
  4. Manufacturer of the Escalator?
  5. Technology itself?
  6. The lady herself, as she was not holding the side railing as precautionary measure
  7. The Karma of the Child, as Sanatan Philosophy says that one’s fate is also decided by its karma in past life.
  8. Or, combination of all these factors

I didn’t find the answer of the question, even after pondering it over and again. I reached my accommodation at night after having an eventful day, through the same metro route and via same station where the incident has happened. I was checking the notifications on my phone  and then suddenly remembered something “Someone had asked my name today!!!”


Note: Needless to say to my readers that I some time write fiction, inspired by some real events. You are free to Judge which event was real in this story and which one was my fictitious narration.


Recently, I went on to visit Mumbai to my maternal uncle’s home. During my stay, one day I accompanied with my cousin brother (age in 14-15) to a vegetable market nearby our-residence, to purchase some vegetables. On going there I saw many vegetable sellers queued up. I stopped at one shop and started to ask about the prices of different vegetables. But suddenly, my cousin pulled me towards him and said “Not From Here”. I was surprised by his gesture. Since I have asked the price of different vegetables and didn’t purchase any, I made an apologetic gesture towards the shopkeeper and moved away.

After moving some distance, I asked the reason for pulling me from that vegetable shops. He said “The shop keeper is a cheater and a liar.” I smilingly asked “why, how he cheated you”?

He responded with a story:

“Generally, mom come up for purchasing the items of grocery and vegetables, she never allows me to purchase anything which I desperately want due to intrinsic commission which I can accrue from it and also get a chance to move out of my flat. On one day, with great difficulty I persuaded papa and he allowed me to go to the market to purchase some Brinjal or Eggplant (Baingan in hindi) so as to make “Baingan Ka Bharta”, which my mom vehemently resisted. She was having a doubt that I will not be able to make distinction between good and bad quality. But since, I had a go ahead with papa, he gave me some money and I ran away, ignoring the mom’s resistance. On reaching market, I was very cautious that, this a best opportunity for me to proof that how pragmatic and wise I can be in purchasing the articles of everyday use and if I can do it better this time form next time onward, my family will give me all the contracts of purchasing it and in turn I will make my margin and commissions, and chances to move out.

But a dilemma came, since I have never been alone here in the market for purchasing any commodities, I went to the same vegetable shopkeeper, where I stopped you, and requested him to give a one kilogram or two, brinjal, but asked him to make sure that the quality should be absolutely fine irrespective of the price. He talked me very nicely and said that you take it with you without any doubt, we sell the best product, and not a single brinjal is of bad quality. I think, I have paid him the highest price, above the prevailing price in the market, without having a commission for me to have candy and returned happily home.

On returning home, I was excited and said to mom to see how good a quality of brinjal I have brought. But when my mother chopped it, she found every single brinjal Rotten and having filled with pests. My father looked at me, my mom looked at me, I looked at both of them one by one and both started to laugh in a manner, as if, someone has liquidated the nitrous oxide (laughing gas) in my flat. My mom told “you see! why I don’t allow you to go in the market”. I was ashamed, embarrassed and apologetic. I was extremely angry on that vegetable shopkeeper as he ruined my entire career. They say the first impression is the last impression and here was my first impression. On that day I have decided that from next time onwards, if I get a chance, I will never ever purchase anything from that shopkeeper and that is the reason why I stopped you from purchasing it from that shop”

I burst into laughter on his sheer innocence. I consoled him and said even to date, I am also not good at all these, so no need to worry.

On returning towards apartment, I recalled the whole narration. Thought, what can be morale of the story? Why my younger brother is not willing to visit again to shopkeeper? The answer lies in “Breaking of Trust”.

Why he laughs even in the air:  he is having a trust that his father will catch.              Image Credit: Google Image


Trust is a very small word but having a deep, profound meaning and implication in our life.  A quality hard to develop, takes years, if not centuries, to build, but shatters in seconds. The opposite of trust can be construed as doubt. Doubt is like friction. More the friction it’s harder to walk. Trust is opposite to doubt. More the trust, walking or advancement become very fast without any fuss. In relationships also if doubt remains, it is bound to die. No one can stop it from crumbling. To maintain the trust, is not easy, it demands sacrifice, courage to speak truth, a straightforward character, an indomitable will to face hardships. With sheer trust, impossible can be achieved.

Trust is Peace, Trust is Truth,Trust is Love and they say Love is Life.

सैद्धांतिक विषय :-P

“भाई जानते हो इस बार Medicine का नोबेल पुरुस्कार किसको और क्यों मिला ?” मैंने जैसे ही ये बात अपने छोटे भाई को बतानी चाही तो वह अन्यमनस्क (absent minded) सा व्यवहार करने लगा और कहा कि उसमे से कुछ पैसे मुझे थोड़े ही न मिल जायेंगे और ऊपर से बायोलॉजी. मैं हँसा. पर चुकि मेरे मन में बात बैठ गयी थी कि आज तो इसको ज्ञान दे के ही छोड़ना है.

मैंने कहा अच्छा छोड़ो एक सैद्धांतिक बात बताता हूँ. संसार में दो तरह के लोग होते हैं. एक तो वह जो घड़ी के काँटों के हिसाब से काम करता है, उठता है, खाता है, नहाता है, खेलता है, पढता है, फेसबुक चलाता है वग़ैरह-वग़ैरह. दूसरा वह जो घड़ी के काँटों को अपने हिसाब से चलाता है. जैसे वह जब उठेगा, तभी सुबह होगी, जब नहाने का मन होगा तभी बारिश, जब भूक लगी तभी कोई जलसा होगा और जब नींद लगी तभी रात.

भाई बोला “ये तो ठीक है पर मुझे लगता है एक और कैटेगोरी (Category) होनी चाहिए.” मैंने पूछा कौन सी”?
उसका जवाब मजेदार था. उसने कहा “तीसरी कैटेगोरी वैसे लोगों कि होनी चाहिए, जो करना तो चाहते हैं घड़ी के काँटों के हिसाब से काम पर हो जाता है उल्टा और फिर बाद में होता है अफ़सोस. मुझे ही लीजिये न, पांच दिन से रूटीन बना रहा हूँ कि 5 बजे सुबह उठूँगा, पर लगता है मेरी घड़ी में में सुबह के पांच का काँटा है ही नहीं, चार बजे के बाद सीधे सात बज जाते हैं”

बात तो जायज़ थी, आपके साथ भी ऐसा होता होगा, नहीं? मेरे साथ तो सदियों से ऐसा ही चला आ रहा है

मैंने भाई से कहा “तुम जानते हो इसका कारण क्या है”? उसने लपक के कहा “कौन नहीं जनता, आलस है और क्या”
मैंने कहा ये तो बराबर है, पर एक और कारण है. उसने अपना मुँह प्रश्नवाचक चिन्ह (Question mark) की तरह बनाया. मैंने बोला “हरेक जीव के शरीर में एक बायोलॉजिकल क्लॉक (biological clock) होता है, हमारा शरीर एक फिक्स पैटर्न (fix pattern) में काम करता है. सोने का समय, जागने का समय, भूख लगने का समय आदि. इस निश्चित पैटर्न को Circadian Rhythm कहते हैं. यदि किसी का ये पैटर्न टूटता है, इसमें कुछ अनियमितता आती है तो इसका बुरा प्रभाव शरीर पर आ सकता है”. वह उत्सुकता के साथ सुन रहा था और फिर प्रश्न किया कि “तब तो मैं देर से उठता हूँ तो ठीक ही करता हूँ, क्योंकि मेरा Circadian Rhythm शायद इसी तरह है”. मेरे भाई ने सिद्धांत के प्रयोग में थोड़ी भी देर नहीं की.  मैंने कहा “नहीं, अगर रात में बिस्तर पर यदि तो WhatsApp या YouTube पे Video देखना बंद कर दो तो इस Rhythm को बदला जा सकता है”.

उसने पूछा “आपको कैसे पता चला ये सब”? मैंने कहा इसी Circadian Rhythm की खोज के लिए इसबार के Medicine का नोबेल पुरुस्कार मिला है.
अब वह अपने चेहरे पर झूठा गुस्सा और छोटी सी मुस्कान लिए बोला “खुश तो बहुत होंगे आप, समझा दिया न मुझको इसबार के Medicine के नोबेल पुरुस्कार मिलने का कारण”. मैंने भी अपने सामने के कुछ दांतों की प्रदर्शनी लगा दी. 😀

आप भी Circadian Rhythm के बारे में विस्तृत जानकारी ले सकते हैं, मज़ेदार है.