life's a kick

Telepathy must be your food the way you guess my mood Time must be in your sway the way you predict my way Miracle must be your find the way you read my mind your exactness is like a nerd when you spell out my next word without a gesture or a talk you figure me out by my walk I must be flowing in your every vein for our chemistry to be - this insane I must be a part of your bones and blood how else could you become, my know-all stud?!

What happens when a bundle of young girls meet together? Do they talk normally about their lives and their experiences? No. Do they become friends whose relationship is founded on the basics of trust and support? No. Do they discuss their lives’ goals and ambitions? No. Why? Because they hardly have anything like ambition, except fixing marriages – for themselves and others. Because going shopping is the only intellectual pursuit that they have ever known. Because bitching-behind-the-back and making-fun-of-behenjis is their regular preoccupation. Because girls’ creativity is limited to their mastery at cosmetics. So, pick up a girl (thin as a willow), dress her up, doll her up, addle her brains (if any) with dates and marriages, don’t let her sniff sense – and you get an ideal woman. This is what the movie AISHA tries to prove. Even Jane Austen’s heroines are better than this. At least, they talk well. That this movie has bagged as many as four stars from reviewers of Times of India (N...

Many i saw, in this big world people nice, good and true friends and others, each one special but none as complete as YOU.

Today morning. She was a girl of my age, my height, my built. She was going to office just like I was. She took the same road as I do. She was just another ordinary girl walking alone on the streets of Delhi’s largest sub-city – Dwarka. Just one difference – she was wearing a gold chain around her neck. I wasn’t. She must have been some twenty steps behind me, which is why I didn’t notice her. I had almost approached my bus stop when I heard a woman shout. I immediately turned. What I saw was a matter of a few fleeting seconds…astounding in its audacity. Unbelievable in its sheer violence. I saw a man towering over a screeching girl. Beside them, I saw a scooter with another man in the driver’s seat. Both were wearing helmets. The girl seemed to be fighting with the man and shouting at the same time. In no time, the man slapped her face…right left and centre…then pushed her back. At that moment, what came in my mind was a series of incoherent words… Domestic violence Family vendetta Un...

तेरे इंतज़ार ने... दौड़ते लम्हों को थमना सिखा दिया बढ़ती ख्वाहिशों को कमना सिखा दिया घनी तन्हाई को बोलना सिखा दिया हिम्मत और दम को डोलना सिखा दिया दर्द की गहराइयों को हँसना सिखा दिया ख़ुशी की बौछार को भी डसना सिखा दिया सपनों को भी आंसूं पीना सिखा दिया कुछ भी कहो जीना सिखा दिया.

इतने जिद्दी हो, मेरे दिल की चाभी लिए, दस बहाने देते हो, न खुद ही आते हो, न किसी और को आने देते हो ...

कभी नंगे पाँव गीली घास पर चल लेती हूँ कभी बालों को बिखेर भरी बरसात में टहल लेती हूँ कभी चाँदनी रात में छत पे बैठे कुछ गा लेती हूँ कभी राह चलते अनजाने बच्चों में बाहें उलझा लेती हूँ कभी बाथरूम के अन्दर बिलख-बिलख कर रो लेती हूँ कभी अपनी माँ के साथ चिपककर सो लेती हूँ कभी किसी किताब को चंद घंटों में पढ़ लेती हूँ कभी कोरे कागज़ पर सपनों का जहां गढ़ लेती हूँ कभी दोस्तों के साथ ठहाकी हंसी हंस लेती हूँ कभी बहते घावों पर बेजान पट्टी कस लेती हूँ पर चाहे कुछ भी कर लूं मैं तू याद हर वक़्त आता है बहानों की लगाम छुडाकर दिल तेरे पीछे ही जाता है