आईने खामोशी से सब कुछ बयां कर देते हैं,
समुंदर के तूफानों को मोतियों में पिरो देते हैं।
JCs...
Sunday, April 6, 2025
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
तुमसे विदा होने की कहानी
जैसे भोर के उजास में मधयम चांदनी
टूटी सड़के, बिखरा कूड़ा और चौखट तक जमा पानी
आंखों से ओझल दूर उड़ती पतंग
जैसे मेघ धनुष में बिखरे सतरंग
जलता चूल्हा, ,उड़ता धुवाँ और कुछ फूटे हुऐ बरतन
इन काकुक दिशाओं में अभिलाषा है पुनः मिलन की
जैसे मिल जाती है सरिता, समुंद्र में कहीं
एक लम्बा रास्ता, दो अजनबी मुसाफिर और संगदिल जिंदगी
मैं जानता हुं सब यहीं रह जायेगा, जो मेरे पास है, प्रार्थना की तरह पवित्र और अदम्य तुम्हारे पास होने का ऐहसास....
Jitu's composition...
जैसे भोर के उजास में मधयम चांदनी
टूटी सड़के, बिखरा कूड़ा और चौखट तक जमा पानी
आंखों से ओझल दूर उड़ती पतंग
जैसे मेघ धनुष में बिखरे सतरंग
जलता चूल्हा, ,उड़ता धुवाँ और कुछ फूटे हुऐ बरतन
इन काकुक दिशाओं में अभिलाषा है पुनः मिलन की
जैसे मिल जाती है सरिता, समुंद्र में कहीं
एक लम्बा रास्ता, दो अजनबी मुसाफिर और संगदिल जिंदगी
मैं जानता हुं सब यहीं रह जायेगा, जो मेरे पास है, प्रार्थना की तरह पवित्र और अदम्य तुम्हारे पास होने का ऐहसास....
Jitu's composition...
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Friday, October 16, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Ajnabi kaun ho tum...
Kuch lamhe jindagi ki pyaas hote hain,
Kuch Ajnabi dil ke ehsaas hote hain,
Koi rishta ban jata ha khas kitna,
Koi karib ho dil k jab paas itna,
Koi ha jo har waqt yaado me aata ha,
Koi ha jo mere dil me rehta hai,
Kase kahu, lamho ki najakat na hogi,
Shabd to ha, par shayad ijaajat na hogi,
Usko bhi ha khbar, naadan vo bhi nahi,
Muskil ha dagar, aasaan kuch bhi nahi,
Me sochu fir likhu, jo meri dil-e-dastan hai,
Ajnabi kaun ho tum, meri kahani Tere Naam hai!
Jitu’s Composition!
Saturday, August 22, 2015
कुछ मुकाम पाने जरूरी हैं!
घर लौट जाने की मेरी कहानी अभी अधूरी है!
कुछ काम बाकी रह गये, कुछ निपटाने जरूरी हैं!
मैं जानता हूँ तू अधूरी है, अधूरा है इश्क़ मेरा,
कुछ उमीदो का बोझ है, कुछ एहसान चुकाने जरूरी हैं!
वो कहते हैं जी ले अपनी ज़िंदगी, आज़ाद है तू,
थोड़ी जमीन तेरी, थोड़ा आसमान तेरा, पर कुछ मुकाम पाने जरूरी हैं!
जितेन्द्र!
Monday, July 13, 2015
मुझे घर जाना है
पहाडो क़े ब़ीच मे था एक गाँव बसा,
उसी गाँव के छोर पे था घर मेरा,
मैं और मेरे घर का आंगन,
उस आंगन में मेरा बचपन बड़ा हुआ,
उस आगन की दुनिया बड़ी खूबसूरत थी,
उसकी मिट्टी में जाने वो कैसी खुस्बू थी,
उन पेड़ो की छाया आज याद आती है,
उन पेड़ो की हवा बहुत ठंडी थी,
मैं उस दुनिया का रहने वाला था,
जो दुनिया सारे दुखों से अनजान थी,
फिर एक दिन ना जाने, वो गलियाँ मैं छोड़ आया,
आपनो से दूर इस भीड़ भरी मेहफिल मे चला आया,
किसका डर है, ये कैसी बेड़ियाँ पाओं में हैं!
डरता हूँ शायद खुद से, अपने पड़ोसियों से,
इस शोर मचाती दुनिया से और आने वाले कल से!
क्यूं इतना मजबूर हो गया हूँ,
क्यूं अपनी जड़ों से दूर हो गया हूँ,
ये कैसा सवाल बार-बार जेहन में आता है,
ये कैसा दर्द है जो अंदर ही अंदर रुलाता हैं!
जितेन्द्र!
उसी गाँव के छोर पे था घर मेरा,
मैं और मेरे घर का आंगन,
उस आंगन में मेरा बचपन बड़ा हुआ,
उस आगन की दुनिया बड़ी खूबसूरत थी,
उसकी मिट्टी में जाने वो कैसी खुस्बू थी,
उन पेड़ो की छाया आज याद आती है,
उन पेड़ो की हवा बहुत ठंडी थी,
मैं उस दुनिया का रहने वाला था,
जो दुनिया सारे दुखों से अनजान थी,
फिर एक दिन ना जाने, वो गलियाँ मैं छोड़ आया,
आपनो से दूर इस भीड़ भरी मेहफिल मे चला आया,
किसका डर है, ये कैसी बेड़ियाँ पाओं में हैं!
डरता हूँ शायद खुद से, अपने पड़ोसियों से,
इस शोर मचाती दुनिया से और आने वाले कल से!
क्यूं इतना मजबूर हो गया हूँ,
क्यूं अपनी जड़ों से दूर हो गया हूँ,
ये कैसा सवाल बार-बार जेहन में आता है,
ये कैसा दर्द है जो अंदर ही अंदर रुलाता हैं!
जितेन्द्र!
Saturday, April 25, 2015
A fable about following your dream...
Jitu's composition...
Dishayen ho gayi hain laal, ab savera
aana hai,
Chal pade hain musafir, geet manjilo
ne gaana hai,
Pushp khil uthe, jag gayi hain latayen
neend se,
Swapn teri aankho ke, mehak gayi hain
aashayen ummeed se,
Chal uth, ab daud, aaj tujhe us mukaam
tak jaana hai,
Koshis kar, umeed rakh, jo rang teri aankho
ne paana hai,
Ye kahani teri, ye kahani meri, ye jivan
alankar hai,
Doob ja iss rang me tu, teri manjilo ko tera
intzaar hai...
Jitu's composition!
In umeedo ka kshitiz koi bhi paaye...
Ye naunihal aj k, kal k tum aur hum honge,,,,,
Jo nannhe se Ankur ha av, kal vo ped honge,,,,,,,
Inki jado KO seench do aaj, kal inki v saakhaye hongi,,,,,,
Inke hoslo KO kar do majboot, kal inki v udaan yogi,,,,,
Phul kahi v khile kisi k aangan me v khile, sugandh tere naam ki hogi,,,,,,,
Ye umeed mri ye umeed tri ha,,,,,,,
In umeedo KO lakshya koi v bnaye, in umeedo ka kshitiz koi v PAYE,
Umeed teri v puri hogi, umeed mri vi puri hogi.....
jitu"s composition.
Jo nannhe se Ankur ha av, kal vo ped honge,,,,,,,
Inki jado KO seench do aaj, kal inki v saakhaye hongi,,,,,,
Inke hoslo KO kar do majboot, kal inki v udaan yogi,,,,,
Phul kahi v khile kisi k aangan me v khile, sugandh tere naam ki hogi,,,,,,,
Ye umeed mri ye umeed tri ha,,,,,,,
In umeedo KO lakshya koi v bnaye, in umeedo ka kshitiz koi v PAYE,
Umeed teri v puri hogi, umeed mri vi puri hogi.....
jitu"s composition.
It will be an end....
To say bye, I will never come,
It will be last, this will be an end,
It will be last, this will be an end,
The sun will rise again up in the sky,
You will see to bumble bee fly..
You will see to bumble bee fly..
Jitu's composition!
Monday, June 2, 2014
Spirituality of My Mother-
Spirituality of My Mother-
(Jitu's composition- Part of Silent Tears)
(Jitu's composition- Part of Silent Tears)
Once participating at an event astir the world of God at Engineers Bhavan, I got to heed a few of people who mouthed on ‘Existence of God’. They outlined Him in technical terms. On asking about the superannuated definition of God, one said,”Whatever you act is not predefined. It is the result of a combining desire and orthogonal influence. Unlike outdated nomenclatures, your actions are not adhered to His desire.”
Spending merely an hour in that location, I bequeathed the castle and boarded the metro train from Pragati Maidan. Standing across the doors on Right hand side in moving direction, we crossed Jhandewalan. A huge Hanuman statue is in that location, unlike all time I turn away, not to bow my head. Giving me an unearthly intuitive feeling my heart said,” Do you call yourself an engineer? These smattering mortals changed your perception on the inside in an hour, that, you gained in last 25 years.”
Reacting quickly, I turned to Hanuman but cosmos had downfall. I was at Tagore garden, and then materialized something which throbbed my legs. My brother’s call permuted the grapheme without becoming something else. “Papa got heart attack, we have to leave immediately for home.”
When I reached home, Papa was on bed and had counted his last breath. Mamma was quite with tears in eyes, sister was crying and relatives were readying for last ceremony. The truth that, all have to nerve was at front end. I had a feeling of hate to God for punishing me for a mere mistake. I didn’t respond to my heart as well.
‘Antim Yatra’ ceremony had to be performed. Priest told my mom to put tika to Papa’s forehead. With tears in eyes, Mamma Speak softly and indistinctly a few mantras, religious text -
Spending merely an hour in that location, I bequeathed the castle and boarded the metro train from Pragati Maidan. Standing across the doors on Right hand side in moving direction, we crossed Jhandewalan. A huge Hanuman statue is in that location, unlike all time I turn away, not to bow my head. Giving me an unearthly intuitive feeling my heart said,” Do you call yourself an engineer? These smattering mortals changed your perception on the inside in an hour, that, you gained in last 25 years.”
Reacting quickly, I turned to Hanuman but cosmos had downfall. I was at Tagore garden, and then materialized something which throbbed my legs. My brother’s call permuted the grapheme without becoming something else. “Papa got heart attack, we have to leave immediately for home.”
When I reached home, Papa was on bed and had counted his last breath. Mamma was quite with tears in eyes, sister was crying and relatives were readying for last ceremony. The truth that, all have to nerve was at front end. I had a feeling of hate to God for punishing me for a mere mistake. I didn’t respond to my heart as well.
‘Antim Yatra’ ceremony had to be performed. Priest told my mom to put tika to Papa’s forehead. With tears in eyes, Mamma Speak softly and indistinctly a few mantras, religious text -
“Chandanam su mahat punyam, Pavitram paap naashanam,
Aapadam harate nityam, Lakshmis-tishthati sarvada.”
Aapadam harate nityam, Lakshmis-tishthati sarvada.”
“Akaal mrityu harnam, Sarva vyadhi vinashanam,
Vishnu salagram padodakam pitva punar janma na vidyate.”
Vishnu salagram padodakam pitva punar janma na vidyate.”
This act of Mamma made all eyes wet. What she had lost, perhaps we didn’t. The lugubriousness and excessive mournfulness she was feeling, perhaps we couldn’t. But she was still spiritual and divine. She was quite and calm. The values in the modern world are still in existence.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Tujhse milne ki ye jo betaabiyaan hain…
Aaj lad jaane ki zid ha fir meri,
Jinse ladna ha vo mere apne hi to hain,
Unhi k khwabo ko pura karne chala hu,
Unhi se ladke ab manjil ko pana hai…
Itna hai hoshla, ab uchaaiyo se dar nhi lagta,
Bas chu lu aasmaan, ab gehraaiyo se dar nhi lagta,
Tujhse milne ki ye jo betaabiyaan ha,
K ab mujhe tanhaaiyon se dar nhi lagta…
Dar nhi lagta, fir chaahe aaye jitni bhi mushkilen,
Lut jaaye meri kishti, toot jaaye meri saansen,,
Fir chalaa hu me udne apne sapno ka aasmaan,
Pure hone ko hain mere ab har ek armaan..
Jitu's composition!
Aaj lad jaane ki zid ha fir meri,
Jinse ladna ha vo mere apne hi to hain,
Unhi k khwabo ko pura karne chala hu,
Unhi se ladke ab manjil ko pana hai…
Itna hai hoshla, ab uchaaiyo se dar nhi lagta,
Bas chu lu aasmaan, ab gehraaiyo se dar nhi lagta,
Tujhse milne ki ye jo betaabiyaan ha,
K ab mujhe tanhaaiyon se dar nhi lagta…
Dar nhi lagta, fir chaahe aaye jitni bhi mushkilen,
Lut jaaye meri kishti, toot jaaye meri saansen,,
Fir chalaa hu me udne apne sapno ka aasmaan,
Pure hone ko hain mere ab har ek armaan..
Jitu's composition!
Me daudunga, jab tak ye hosla rahega...
Hoslo ko jo pankh diye the shithil hone ko hain,
Sapne dekhe the aakash chune k, dhumil hone ko hain,
Fir gehraaiyon me meri naav jaane ko ha,
Fir samandar me tufaan aane ko hai,
Jo dekha mud k waha bhi khamoshi najar aayi,
Jo pukara khud ko, sirf tanhaiyan laut k aayi,
Andhera har aakash me tha,
Na roshni, na koi prakash tha,
Fir bhi ummeed thi k koi kiran aayegi,
Jo ude sang mere vo patang aayegi,
Intzaar ho gya,
Andhere me har kauna so gya,
Aankhe ab bhi khuli hain,
Chubhn mere aksh ko mili hain,
Me jiyunga jab tak mera dil kahega,
Me daudunga jab tak ye hosla rahega,,
Toot gya kaanch jitna ise toot jana hai,
Yaad ha mujhe, lakshyua to har haal me pana hai...
Jitu's composition!
Sang mere kadam do chaar tum bhi chal lete to kya hota,
Meri aawaj se jo saaj tum bhi jod lete to kya hota,
Raaste par ab me bhi chal pda hu,
Umeedo k diye lekar nikla hu,
Mere nishaano pe jo chaap tum bhi chod dete to kya hota,
Andhere band kamro k darwaaje to khol kar dekho,
Tum ek shama muhabbat ki jala kar to dekho,
Me hu intzaar me, meri umeede ab bhi roshan hain,
Meri umeedo ka ek diya tum bhi roshan kar dete to kya hota...
Jitu's composition...
Meri aawaj se jo saaj tum bhi jod lete to kya hota,
Raaste par ab me bhi chal pda hu,
Umeedo k diye lekar nikla hu,
Mere nishaano pe jo chaap tum bhi chod dete to kya hota,
Andhere band kamro k darwaaje to khol kar dekho,
Tum ek shama muhabbat ki jala kar to dekho,
Me hu intzaar me, meri umeede ab bhi roshan hain,
Meri umeedo ka ek diya tum bhi roshan kar dete to kya hota...
Jitu's composition...
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Dhundhna mujhe bhi tu hazaaro me,
Teri jindgi mo vo pal aaye,
Jo khusiyo ki saugaate laaye,
Uss pal me dekhu tujhe ji bhar k,
Vo pal ye jindagi bar bar laye,
Teri najar utaru me chaand sitaaro se,
Meri najar kahi tujhe na lag jaye,
Fir iss duniya ko alvida,
Ye keh du meri umar bhi tujhe lag jaaye,
Dur kahin in chaand sitaro me,
Dhundhna mujhe bhi tu hazaaro me,
Na milu me to maang lena dua,
Toot jaunga me tere ishaaro me...
Jitu's composition...
Jo khusiyo ki saugaate laaye,
Uss pal me dekhu tujhe ji bhar k,
Vo pal ye jindagi bar bar laye,
Teri najar utaru me chaand sitaaro se,
Meri najar kahi tujhe na lag jaye,
Fir iss duniya ko alvida,
Ye keh du meri umar bhi tujhe lag jaaye,
Dur kahin in chaand sitaro me,
Dhundhna mujhe bhi tu hazaaro me,
Na milu me to maang lena dua,
Toot jaunga me tere ishaaro me...
Jitu's composition...
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Jitu's cpmposition (A part from the Golden Years)...
For the very first time an advice by my pen to few a married girls who retaining their previous surname...
Jitu's cpmposition (A part from the Golden Years)...
"""Radha Sharma""", a friend of my grand grand mother married to "Ravi Mukherji" and after their marriage she changed her name as """Radha Sharma Mukherji""".
After few a years she gave birth to a very beautiful female child and named her """Puja Sharma Mukherji""".
When Puja grown up, she married to "Pankaj Chaudhary" and changed her name as """Puja Sharma Mukherji Chaudhary""".
After few a years Puja also gave birth to a very beautiful female child and named her """Jyoti Sharma Mukherji Chaudhary"""
This chain now has became so longer that in school certificates of Jyoti's grand daughter, only her name is written, because there left no space for writing marks they got in their school subjects.
So girls please act smartly and help your child to get a proper school certificates...
Jitendra!
Jitu's cpmposition (A part from the Golden Years)...
"""Radha Sharma""", a friend of my grand grand mother married to "Ravi Mukherji" and after their marriage she changed her name as """Radha Sharma Mukherji""".
After few a years she gave birth to a very beautiful female child and named her """Puja Sharma Mukherji""".
When Puja grown up, she married to "Pankaj Chaudhary" and changed her name as """Puja Sharma Mukherji Chaudhary""".
After few a years Puja also gave birth to a very beautiful female child and named her """Jyoti Sharma Mukherji Chaudhary"""
This chain now has became so longer that in school certificates of Jyoti's grand daughter, only her name is written, because there left no space for writing marks they got in their school subjects.
So girls please act smartly and help your child to get a proper school certificates...
Jitendra!
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Legi naya mod koi zindagi fir se...
Yaaden jo aaj fir se mujhe ghere hue hain,
Awaz vo fir mere kaano ko sunayi deti hai,
Kyu mushkil hai itna kisi ko bhul jana,
Kyu ye ankhe bar bar bhar aayi hain,
Kuch rishtey apni marji se toot jate hain,
Kuch ye duniya tod deti hai,
Jane wale to chale jaate hain,
Piche bas unki yaden reh jati hain,
Yun to me bhi ho jau tanha,
par aage badna zindagi ha meri,
Kuch khwab meri palko par bhi sajte hain,
Kuch umeeden mere dil me bhi ghar karti hain,
Yu hi mar jana gawara nhi hoga mujhe,
Duniya jalti ha to fir jalti rahe,
Iss aag me un yado ko bhi jala dunga,
Na sunayi degi, vo aawaz me khamosh kara dunga,
Fir na ye aankhe bhar k aayengi,
Na vo toote rishtey yaad ayenge,
Legi naya mod koi zindagi fir se,
Jahan mere sapne sach hote najar aayenge...
Jitu's composition...
Awaz vo fir mere kaano ko sunayi deti hai,
Kyu mushkil hai itna kisi ko bhul jana,
Kyu ye ankhe bar bar bhar aayi hain,
Kuch rishtey apni marji se toot jate hain,
Kuch ye duniya tod deti hai,
Jane wale to chale jaate hain,
Piche bas unki yaden reh jati hain,
Yun to me bhi ho jau tanha,
par aage badna zindagi ha meri,
Kuch khwab meri palko par bhi sajte hain,
Kuch umeeden mere dil me bhi ghar karti hain,
Yu hi mar jana gawara nhi hoga mujhe,
Duniya jalti ha to fir jalti rahe,
Iss aag me un yado ko bhi jala dunga,
Na sunayi degi, vo aawaz me khamosh kara dunga,
Fir na ye aankhe bhar k aayengi,
Na vo toote rishtey yaad ayenge,
Legi naya mod koi zindagi fir se,
Jahan mere sapne sach hote najar aayenge...
Jitu's composition...
Kyu pyar umad aya tera meri maut par...
Aaj tere dil me agar nafrat ha mere liye,
To kal bhi na ana meri kabra pe phool lekar,
Ye gulistan sukh jayega ye sochte sochte,
Kyu pyar umad aya tera meri maut par...
Jitu's composition!
To kal bhi na ana meri kabra pe phool lekar,
Ye gulistan sukh jayega ye sochte sochte,
Kyu pyar umad aya tera meri maut par...
Jitu's composition!
Sachhi mohabbat ye jindagi ha meri...
Tum kyu janoge ki me kya sochta hu,
Magar meri chahat ye duniya ha puri,
Nila aasman, ujla ujla sa shma,
Sachhi mohabbat ye jindagi ha meri,
Choti si ha sabki kahani,
Fir kyu nafrat bhari ha nigahon me,
Me ye bolu, fir sochu,
Kyu khamosh ha tu meri bahon me,
Yakin ho chla ha ab mujhe,
Ummeede nirashao ko ghar karti hain,
Par tu jane, jo me manta hu,
Ye mohabbat rakhti ha mujhe andhero me,
Par tum kyu janoge ki me kya sochta hu,
Magar meri chahat ye duniya ha puri,
Nila aasman, ujla ujla sa shma,
Sachhi mohabbat ye jindagi ha meri...
Magar meri chahat ye duniya ha puri,
Nila aasman, ujla ujla sa shma,
Sachhi mohabbat ye jindagi ha meri,
Choti si ha sabki kahani,
Fir kyu nafrat bhari ha nigahon me,
Me ye bolu, fir sochu,
Kyu khamosh ha tu meri bahon me,
Yakin ho chla ha ab mujhe,
Ummeede nirashao ko ghar karti hain,
Par tu jane, jo me manta hu,
Ye mohabbat rakhti ha mujhe andhero me,
Par tum kyu janoge ki me kya sochta hu,
Magar meri chahat ye duniya ha puri,
Nila aasman, ujla ujla sa shma,
Sachhi mohabbat ye jindagi ha meri...
Jitu’s composition!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
मैं आऊंगा ज़रूर
फिर मिलने के लिऐ अभी
विदा लेनी होगी,
मैं आऊंगा ज़रूर पर तुझे दुआ करनी होगी,
मैं आऊंगा ज़रूर पर तुझे दुआ करनी होगी,
तेरी गलियों से खाली
हाथ यूं ना जाऊंगा मैं,
तेरी राहों के कुछ
पत्थर साथ जाऊंगा मैं !
जितेंद्र...
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Magical Mangoes...
God holds my my hands...
Jitu’s composition (Story, a part from the ‘Golden Years’)
Friends it’s invariably difficult to admit wrongfulness in us. Even if we feature ill-timed, premature and wrong habits, we oft to say, I am not habitual to it, I can discontinue it at whatever time but simply we don’t. Fifty-fifty we enjoy to excess wrongfulness. More or less a divine guidance helps to improve the apparent individual nature but consider right and proper to admit the existence and truth of our errors.
A story is here back from my life history at what time I watched a picture show in which the role player was the patient of incurable Lung cancer. He was a guest and nothing more to 3 months. He as well spent rest of his life with elite of others, also guests of few months. At that place he came in close interaction with a young boy. The young boy use to narrate him mirthful comical stories.
Once when that man gets a cancer stroke and fainted. On the very next dayspring he found himself underneath the bed of that boy. That boy offered him few pieces of mango. He ate all at a sudden. He harked back to his room and lit a cigarette to touch with the lips and pressed against length of body as an expression of love but that made his taste bitter. Even a share of puff didn’t go inside. He had become smoke free. That was the grace of God, wizard of those Magical Mangoes and a gift from the life.
All we are having the magic inside of us. All we can discontinue our bad habits. We need to induce a purpose to live this life. We must not think where we came from and to where we go. We must do, why we are here for.
Smoking kills, discontinue today...
Jitu’s composition (Story, a part from the ‘Golden Years’)
Friends it’s invariably difficult to admit wrongfulness in us. Even if we feature ill-timed, premature and wrong habits, we oft to say, I am not habitual to it, I can discontinue it at whatever time but simply we don’t. Fifty-fifty we enjoy to excess wrongfulness. More or less a divine guidance helps to improve the apparent individual nature but consider right and proper to admit the existence and truth of our errors.
A story is here back from my life history at what time I watched a picture show in which the role player was the patient of incurable Lung cancer. He was a guest and nothing more to 3 months. He as well spent rest of his life with elite of others, also guests of few months. At that place he came in close interaction with a young boy. The young boy use to narrate him mirthful comical stories.
Once when that man gets a cancer stroke and fainted. On the very next dayspring he found himself underneath the bed of that boy. That boy offered him few pieces of mango. He ate all at a sudden. He harked back to his room and lit a cigarette to touch with the lips and pressed against length of body as an expression of love but that made his taste bitter. Even a share of puff didn’t go inside. He had become smoke free. That was the grace of God, wizard of those Magical Mangoes and a gift from the life.
All we are having the magic inside of us. All we can discontinue our bad habits. We need to induce a purpose to live this life. We must not think where we came from and to where we go. We must do, why we are here for.
Smoking kills, discontinue today...
Sunday, March 10, 2013
"""When I met to a girl in a temple"""
(Story- A part from the Golden Years)
Once on the eve of Deepawali we planned to meet in temple. I was conceiving her in a pure unadulterated Indian dress, in Sari or in lehanga or at least in Patiala Suit. I was waiting for her from more than an hour not because she arrived after the expected or usual time but I stretched out early by an hour. She came on time and reacted,
’’ You have been waiting for a long time’’.
’’ No, I came just as you are…’’ I pretend with intent to deceive.
Nothing happened as I had conceived. She slew of my expectations. She dressed a typical low waist twilled cotton Capri and a top, which was leaving her neck, shoulders and part of breast, exposed.
’’Why are you in rags”? I asked with not much anger in my words.
Akansha- “What you have in mind… These are not rags”
“At least on this occasion you should be dressed like an Indian woman, like sari and all…’’. I said in a certain way to palpate her mind-set.
Akansha- ’’Sari, Lehenga and other similar kind are very uncomfortable in possession…’’.
I sensed youth don’t feel concern for distinctive cultural limitations. People in general firstly look upon for comfort and freedom. All people hold the right of freedom and we ought to value of them but what about our civilization and its limitations? Comfort doesn’t entail the state of being vulnerable or exposed. Characteristic of a lack of maturity is similar to a small immature sparrow on the windowsill not yet having developed feathers.
“At least for once put on a similar garment in order to see whether it looks nice”. I encouraged especially.
Akansha- “My parents don’t have problem… You please don’t be confronted with”? She reacted negatively to everything I say
“I was just bespeaking…”
“Sorry but I can’t” She enlarged more than normal degree.
After her stout refusal to Indian apparels I didn’t argue a lot so that, it could enrage her on me and take away to harsh me constantly. I loved her a lot in the way she was.
I didn’t took off anything even a single moment for want of being with her. Be it devout supplications in temples or assembly pray in school or a birthday party of her friend. Some more things with whom I fell in love were Campaigning, propaganda, etc all these were awesome junctures for me to take with her. Plantation during Green festival, preparation for cultural activities, cleanness, camping, and consciousness programs on Polio, Plastics, AIDS, etc, we walked together.
Jitendra...
Once on the eve of Deepawali we planned to meet in temple. I was conceiving her in a pure unadulterated Indian dress, in Sari or in lehanga or at least in Patiala Suit. I was waiting for her from more than an hour not because she arrived after the expected or usual time but I stretched out early by an hour. She came on time and reacted,
’’ You have been waiting for a long time’’.
’’ No, I came just as you are…’’ I pretend with intent to deceive.
Nothing happened as I had conceived. She slew of my expectations. She dressed a typical low waist twilled cotton Capri and a top, which was leaving her neck, shoulders and part of breast, exposed.
’’Why are you in rags”? I asked with not much anger in my words.
Akansha- “What you have in mind… These are not rags”
“At least on this occasion you should be dressed like an Indian woman, like sari and all…’’. I said in a certain way to palpate her mind-set.
Akansha- ’’Sari, Lehenga and other similar kind are very uncomfortable in possession…’’.
I sensed youth don’t feel concern for distinctive cultural limitations. People in general firstly look upon for comfort and freedom. All people hold the right of freedom and we ought to value of them but what about our civilization and its limitations? Comfort doesn’t entail the state of being vulnerable or exposed. Characteristic of a lack of maturity is similar to a small immature sparrow on the windowsill not yet having developed feathers.
“At least for once put on a similar garment in order to see whether it looks nice”. I encouraged especially.
Akansha- “My parents don’t have problem… You please don’t be confronted with”? She reacted negatively to everything I say
“I was just bespeaking…”
“Sorry but I can’t” She enlarged more than normal degree.
After her stout refusal to Indian apparels I didn’t argue a lot so that, it could enrage her on me and take away to harsh me constantly. I loved her a lot in the way she was.
I didn’t took off anything even a single moment for want of being with her. Be it devout supplications in temples or assembly pray in school or a birthday party of her friend. Some more things with whom I fell in love were Campaigning, propaganda, etc all these were awesome junctures for me to take with her. Plantation during Green festival, preparation for cultural activities, cleanness, camping, and consciousness programs on Polio, Plastics, AIDS, etc, we walked together.
Jitendra...
Perminder tera baap hamari daru pi gya...
Friends here is an expression consisting of one or more incidences back from my college life forming my ‘Golden Years’.
Me, Shitiz and Parit were the best buddies in college. The same connection I found among we three was boozing, smoking and all we three had the crush on the same young woman named ‘Perminder’.
Perminder was the most beautiful girl of our class. Her red chicks were like the roses wet with dew. None of us ever dare to pop the question her because her father was in Delhi police. So we decided to concentrate only on boozing and smoking.
Once on 31st Dec morning time Me, Shitiz and Parit were going to the college together. That was a shiny Wednesday. Across the distance between our hostel and college there was a ‘Wine and Beer shop’.
Shitiz- “Bhai kal new year ha, kal se daru aur sutta band.”
“Han sahi keh rha ha tu sab band.” I went along.
Parit- “Aaj hi sari buraiya khatam kar dete hain.”
Shitiz- “Bro 1 last time yar, kal se paka sab band.”
The best an artifact among we three was we never abnegated each other through hard times. We always prized and appreciated feelings of one another. Truly saying early that morning I was in no mood of taking alcohol but...
We bought a Khamba (Full) of ‘Old Monk’ rum and took a turn right from our college towards ‘Ranhaulla’. There we were crossing the railway line to progress towards lull jungle. But near to the railway crossing two policemen enquired about our sphere of activity.
Policeman- “Re sacool k choro yaha k karan lagge ho?”
Parit- “Oh ji daaru kharid kar aa rhe hain.”
How idiotic he was. Stupid, relative of King Harishchandra.
Policeman- “Public place me daaru pibega tu, criminal offence ha, karu andar.”
Parit- “Sirji hum to 31st manane jar he the, aap bhi mana lo hamare sath 31st.”
I must say, they (policemen) were waiting for Bakra and they find us, but what we could do, we didn’t have any other option. Out of two possibilities either few a shots of our own Rum or nothing, we choose to enjoy the 31st with policemen.
They took us to a ‘Dhaba’ and we ordered there for boiled eggs. The dhabawala served us with three disposable glasses and two big steel glasses for policemen. One policeman unsealed the bottle and made our drinks. While his doing my mind was measuring the depth of those two big steel glasses. When he made their drink, these two steel glasses swallowed the entire volume of the ‘Old Monk’. We were lamenting of our ‘Old Monk’ while they were toping steels after steel.
We could do nothing but we are the engineers. We had to proof our intelligence to those cops so we decided that we wouldn’t pay for the eggs.
We moved out to remove ourselves from an association without participation. We had anger in our hearts and state of war in our mind. We neither had wine in our bags nor money in pockets. We turned towards our college because ‘SUBAH KA BHULA SHAM KO GHAR LAUT AAYE TO USE BHULA NAHI KEHTE’. We entered in the class and shouted Perminder tera baap hamari daru pi gya...
Jitendra...
Me, Shitiz and Parit were the best buddies in college. The same connection I found among we three was boozing, smoking and all we three had the crush on the same young woman named ‘Perminder’.
Perminder was the most beautiful girl of our class. Her red chicks were like the roses wet with dew. None of us ever dare to pop the question her because her father was in Delhi police. So we decided to concentrate only on boozing and smoking.
Once on 31st Dec morning time Me, Shitiz and Parit were going to the college together. That was a shiny Wednesday. Across the distance between our hostel and college there was a ‘Wine and Beer shop’.
Shitiz- “Bhai kal new year ha, kal se daru aur sutta band.”
“Han sahi keh rha ha tu sab band.” I went along.
Parit- “Aaj hi sari buraiya khatam kar dete hain.”
Shitiz- “Bro 1 last time yar, kal se paka sab band.”
The best an artifact among we three was we never abnegated each other through hard times. We always prized and appreciated feelings of one another. Truly saying early that morning I was in no mood of taking alcohol but...
We bought a Khamba (Full) of ‘Old Monk’ rum and took a turn right from our college towards ‘Ranhaulla’. There we were crossing the railway line to progress towards lull jungle. But near to the railway crossing two policemen enquired about our sphere of activity.
Policeman- “Re sacool k choro yaha k karan lagge ho?”
Parit- “Oh ji daaru kharid kar aa rhe hain.”
How idiotic he was. Stupid, relative of King Harishchandra.
Policeman- “Public place me daaru pibega tu, criminal offence ha, karu andar.”
Parit- “Sirji hum to 31st manane jar he the, aap bhi mana lo hamare sath 31st.”
I must say, they (policemen) were waiting for Bakra and they find us, but what we could do, we didn’t have any other option. Out of two possibilities either few a shots of our own Rum or nothing, we choose to enjoy the 31st with policemen.
They took us to a ‘Dhaba’ and we ordered there for boiled eggs. The dhabawala served us with three disposable glasses and two big steel glasses for policemen. One policeman unsealed the bottle and made our drinks. While his doing my mind was measuring the depth of those two big steel glasses. When he made their drink, these two steel glasses swallowed the entire volume of the ‘Old Monk’. We were lamenting of our ‘Old Monk’ while they were toping steels after steel.
We could do nothing but we are the engineers. We had to proof our intelligence to those cops so we decided that we wouldn’t pay for the eggs.
We moved out to remove ourselves from an association without participation. We had anger in our hearts and state of war in our mind. We neither had wine in our bags nor money in pockets. We turned towards our college because ‘SUBAH KA BHULA SHAM KO GHAR LAUT AAYE TO USE BHULA NAHI KEHTE’. We entered in the class and shouted Perminder tera baap hamari daru pi gya...
Jitendra...
ये सुबह मुझे याद दिलाती है...
ये
सुबह मुझे याद दिलाती है मेरे सपनों को
जीने की,
ये
किरने मुझसे बात करती हैं अंधेरे के साथ लड़ने की,
ये
हवा मुझे सुनाती है गीत- तु भी उड़ चल संग मेरे!
ये दिशाये मुझे दिखाती
हैं आईना, करले खुद के होने का यकीन,
ये फिजाये कहती हैं
के है मुमकिन तेरी सपनो की दुनिया भी,
ये ऋतुऐ करती हैं वादा
के तेरे आँसू भी देंगे आज तेरे होठों को मुस्कान,
ये पक्षि कहते
हैं मुझसे खुले आकाश के नीचे,
हर लम्हा कह रहा है
के आज देखेगी दुनिया तेरी हिम्मत की उड़ान!
जितेंद्र!
Thak gya hun daudte-daudte
Thak gya hun daudte-daudte,
ab ek saans fursat se lene ka dil karta hai,
Ye kirne chubhti hain aankho ko meri,
ab andhere me sone ka dil karta hai,
Ungliyo pe hi ginte rha me dino ko aate jate
aur na jane kab barso nikal gaye,
Ab har ek lamhe ka hisaab karne ka dil karta
hai,
Jo sapne pure hue nhi, unke liye ek jindgi aur jine ka dil
karta hai,
Jitu's composition..
ab ek saans fursat se lene ka dil karta hai,
Ye kirne chubhti hain aankho ko meri,
ab andhere me sone ka dil karta hai,
Ungliyo pe hi ginte rha me dino ko aate jate
aur na jane kab barso nikal gaye,
Ab har ek lamhe ka hisaab karne ka dil karta
hai,
Jo sapne pure hue nhi, unke liye ek jindgi aur jine ka dil
karta hai,
Jitu's composition..
तुम बुरे नहीं हो मेरे बेटे...
Jitu’s composition (Story- A part from the ‘Golden Years’)...
Few a moments comes in the life when we think this life is no more than a scrap. Such a phrase back from my life is here when someone broke up with me. I can’t tell you in words how it feels like when someone very close to you goes away without a reason. All the time nothing but a question betrays in mind, Is I am wrong? I felt all my strivings and painses of being a gentleman, downfall into drain. I sensed myself bleak, incapacitated handicap. I express a wish for assassination of human beings; I express a wish for foreordination of Mayans to be come true. I waited for 21/12/2012 egoistically to see the death of creation, to see the death of macrocosm. But I forgot that He is the supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe. Nothing happened on 21/12/2012.
When I failed to overcome the situation and found myself ineffectual in fighting with the sites, I went to my Mom. I emptied all my ails, pains and troubles in front of Mom. I said,”It’s very difficult for me to forget her; it’s very difficult for me to turn around. I am very bad mom. Tell me mom what I do?”
माँ - “मुश्किल काम करने के साथ शुरू करो, तुम सबसे अच्छे हो सोचना शुरू करो. तुम बुरे नहीं हो मेरे बेटे...
जितेंद्र!
Few a moments comes in the life when we think this life is no more than a scrap. Such a phrase back from my life is here when someone broke up with me. I can’t tell you in words how it feels like when someone very close to you goes away without a reason. All the time nothing but a question betrays in mind, Is I am wrong? I felt all my strivings and painses of being a gentleman, downfall into drain. I sensed myself bleak, incapacitated handicap. I express a wish for assassination of human beings; I express a wish for foreordination of Mayans to be come true. I waited for 21/12/2012 egoistically to see the death of creation, to see the death of macrocosm. But I forgot that He is the supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe. Nothing happened on 21/12/2012.
When I failed to overcome the situation and found myself ineffectual in fighting with the sites, I went to my Mom. I emptied all my ails, pains and troubles in front of Mom. I said,”It’s very difficult for me to forget her; it’s very difficult for me to turn around. I am very bad mom. Tell me mom what I do?”
माँ - “मुश्किल काम करने के साथ शुरू करो, तुम सबसे अच्छे हो सोचना शुरू करो. तुम बुरे नहीं हो मेरे बेटे...
जितेंद्र!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Who knows the death after life...
"""Who knows the death after life. Few a last lines in the name of MAYA..."""
" I know words don't do magic and
they wont be enough to bring u back,
I know this life is short to live, still
I wish to have your love,
" I know words don't do magic and
they wont be enough to bring u back,
I know this life is short to live, still
I wish to have your love,
Oh God plz don't let this world go down,
My prayers may not be enough since
I wish to long live the town,
May be after 21st, it will all be dark,
til then I wont close my eyes to lose illuminance of spark,
Let me live the moments of freedom,
Let it be the untroubled kingdom of reason,
May be the neck is on the edge of knife,
Oh Lord I beg you moments of happiness,
who knows the death after life..."
Jitu's composition!!!
My prayers may not be enough since
I wish to long live the town,
May be after 21st, it will all be dark,
til then I wont close my eyes to lose illuminance of spark,
Let me live the moments of freedom,
Let it be the untroubled kingdom of reason,
May be the neck is on the edge of knife,
Oh Lord I beg you moments of happiness,
who knows the death after life..."
Jitu's composition!!!
Monday, November 26, 2012
Manjil ki khusi...
Masum the hum bhi kabhi in kathor rasto
me chalne se pehle,
Aediya hamari bhi komal thi waqt k sath
daudne se pehle,
Kaun janta tha manjil se pehle kaanto
bhari ek dagar mil jayegi,
Nange paon chalte chalte itni dur aa gye hain k
ab lautna muskil ho gya ha,
Shayad makhmali un juto ka shukun mri manjil ki
khusi se chota ha,
Par vo kehte hain chalta chal, gar ruk gya tu,
tri kosise dhumil ho jayengi...
Jitu's composition!!!
Monday, November 19, 2012
VIJAY HA TU, HARE HUE TO VO PAGAL MATWALE HAIN...
Jab hosle kamjor pdne lagte hain,
Jab umide tutne lagti hain,
Sapne berang ho jate hain,
Khwahise dam tod deti hain,
Hasrat kam ho jati ha jine ki,
Matam ban jati ha har khusi,
Dukh ke ye badal hazar muskile lekar aate hain,
Par mat bhul, Seh-sawar hi jang-e-maidan me ladkhdate hain,
Takat tre bajuo me bhi kam nhi hai,
Khuda tere sath ha, kyu tujhe khud par yakin nhi hai,
Tod de jo muskile tre raste ki hain,
Jala de jo tasvire tujhe rulati hain,
Kamjor tu nhi tera sath chodne wale hain,
Vijay hai tu, hare hue to vo pagal matwale hain,
Kosis teri kabhi bekar nhi jayegi,
Naav teri bhi uss paar lag jayegi,
Chalta ja ho chahe kitne bhi lambe raste,
Badta ja aaye chahe kitni bhi muskile,
Muskil tre raste me vo imtihan aayega,
Mumkin teri zindagi me bhi vo mukam aayega,
Teri kahani me ab tujhe naya mod lana hai,
Lakshya ha ye jo har hal me pana hai...
Jitu's composition...
Dukh ke ye badal hazar muskile lekar aate hain,
Par mat bhul, Seh-sawar hi jang-e-maidan me ladkhdate hain,
Takat tre bajuo me bhi kam nhi hai,
Khuda tere sath ha, kyu tujhe khud par yakin nhi hai,
Tod de jo muskile tre raste ki hain,
Jala de jo tasvire tujhe rulati hain,
Kamjor tu nhi tera sath chodne wale hain,
Vijay hai tu, hare hue to vo pagal matwale hain,
Kosis teri kabhi bekar nhi jayegi,
Naav teri bhi uss paar lag jayegi,
Chalta ja ho chahe kitne bhi lambe raste,
Badta ja aaye chahe kitni bhi muskile,
Muskil tre raste me vo imtihan aayega,
Mumkin teri zindagi me bhi vo mukam aayega,
Teri kahani me ab tujhe naya mod lana hai,
Lakshya ha ye jo har hal me pana hai...
Jitu's composition...
Monday, November 12, 2012
Jase sukhe phul kitabo me...
In gujarte lamho ki kahani tumhe yad ayegi,
Ye mausam bit jane hain, inki nishani tumhe yad ayegi,
Kuch khwab apni palko pe sja kar rakhna,
Lambi hain rahen ye kishti samhal kar rakhna,
Hazar mri umido k diye, tri roshni me jalte rahenge,
Ye mausam bit jane hain, inki nishani tumhe yad ayegi,
Kuch khwab apni palko pe sja kar rakhna,
Lambi hain rahen ye kishti samhal kar rakhna,
Hazar mri umido k diye, tri roshni me jalte rahenge,
Hasti rahe aapki zindagi hum isi khusi me ji lenge,
Gujarte in palo ka ek lamha gar aye kabhi tri yado me,
Tha koi apna samjh lena, jase sukhe phul kitabo me,
Ho mumkin shayad mri yad fir tumhe kabhi aayegi,
Jiyunga us pal k liye, jab jindagi khud ko dohrayegi...
Jitu's composition!!!
Gujarte in palo ka ek lamha gar aye kabhi tri yado me,
Tha koi apna samjh lena, jase sukhe phul kitabo me,
Ho mumkin shayad mri yad fir tumhe kabhi aayegi,
Jiyunga us pal k liye, jab jindagi khud ko dohrayegi...
Jitu's composition!!!
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Ek jate hue sipahi ka ankhri salam
Jitu's composition!
Ek jate hue sipahi ka ankhri salam,
Aaj ki shayri apke naam...
Kuch pal bite hue mri yado me
laut kar aye hain,
Kuch bate bhuli hui in ankho me
ubhar kar ayi hain,
Ek jate hue sipahi ka ankhri salam,
Aaj ki shayri apke naam...
Kuch pal bite hue mri yado me
laut kar aye hain,
Kuch bate bhuli hui in ankho me
ubhar kar ayi hain,
Kuch wade unke mri palko ko
bhigoye hue hain,
Kuch sapne hamare jo umido ko
sajoye hue hain,
Kyu bechain ha dil itna, kyu tu mre
jehan me aati hai,
Khusiyo ka diya tere liye, mre hisse me
sirf bujhi bati hai,
Tu khush ha apni duniya me, tere liye
lakh duaen hain,
Kissa mri jindagi ka, andhere hain aur
nirashayen hain,
In andhero me roshni ki kiran me bhi
dhundh lunga,
Kat jati ha jindagi, bin tere me bhi
ji lunga...
Jitu's composition!!!"
bhigoye hue hain,
Kuch sapne hamare jo umido ko
sajoye hue hain,
Kyu bechain ha dil itna, kyu tu mre
jehan me aati hai,
Khusiyo ka diya tere liye, mre hisse me
sirf bujhi bati hai,
Tu khush ha apni duniya me, tere liye
lakh duaen hain,
Kissa mri jindagi ka, andhere hain aur
nirashayen hain,
In andhero me roshni ki kiran me bhi
dhundh lunga,
Kat jati ha jindagi, bin tere me bhi
ji lunga...
Jitu's composition!!!"
Question to reality.
Question to reality...
“””Modernization of Indian women”””
‘Gargi vs Sunny Leoni’
A great Indian woman ‘GARGI’ of history has aforementioned, ”Sampurn sundarta ek mahila ki pavitrata me ha, uski nagnata me nhi.” But definitions have been amended and values have been changed since ‘Sunny Leoni’ has become a positive role model and people turn to this cha
“””Modernization of Indian women”””
‘Gargi vs Sunny Leoni’
A great Indian woman ‘GARGI’ of history has aforementioned, ”Sampurn sundarta ek mahila ki pavitrata me ha, uski nagnata me nhi.” But definitions have been amended and values have been changed since ‘Sunny Leoni’ has become a positive role model and people turn to this cha
nge as they want to experience it in the reality. A question is here, do you really need this change? Can you accept it for your daughter’s future??
Epics articulate that the extremeness of KALYUGA or demolition of the humankind onto the earth will happen with the death of pedagogies, cultures, morals, civilization and religion. Not adhering to ethical or moral principles is the reason behind fulminant maturation of KALYUGA.
In ancient time Indian women were widely known and esteemed for their holiness, unswayedness and untouchedness but assimilation of Western culture brought with it the regretful weighs. Making modern in appearance or behaviour does not stand for violating the accepted principles of right and wrong.
Sexual practice before marriage shows the weak mentality and females are leading in this competition. Arouse sexual desire or interest, sexy clothes, aphrodisiacal poses etc are the only activities of most of the youths.
Remember, your activities of today is your child’s tomorrow...
Jitendra!!
Epics articulate that the extremeness of KALYUGA or demolition of the humankind onto the earth will happen with the death of pedagogies, cultures, morals, civilization and religion. Not adhering to ethical or moral principles is the reason behind fulminant maturation of KALYUGA.
In ancient time Indian women were widely known and esteemed for their holiness, unswayedness and untouchedness but assimilation of Western culture brought with it the regretful weighs. Making modern in appearance or behaviour does not stand for violating the accepted principles of right and wrong.
Sexual practice before marriage shows the weak mentality and females are leading in this competition. Arouse sexual desire or interest, sexy clothes, aphrodisiacal poses etc are the only activities of most of the youths.
Remember, your activities of today is your child’s tomorrow...
Jitendra!!
Breakup- "Tears of string cut off from kite"...
Breakup- "Tears of string cut off from kite"...
Its a real story of my friend. Its about how it feel like when someone very close to you go away..
“”””Everybody having crushes. 1st time when feelings for your counterpart birthed in your heart, you feel like it is love. Some took a step ahead and some stop there to be one sided. I too had a love story but possibly the smallest one.
I app
roached her and proposed almost in a movie like sense modality with a ring. ‘Yes’ from her lips was more felicitous than bringing home the bacon. Those were the most estimable days of my aliveness. Movie with her, lunch, shopping, sharing every portion of time made me pleased and contended, more truly than anything did. But they say the moon light is of four days and then comes after are, “The Dark Nights”.
Our believing or what say mindset was in opposite directions. How could I say, who was wrong but I loved her a lot in the way she was. Why here I am looking up to myself? My intention is not roleplaying so but just to severalize the nuisance of a broken heart.
A few blood line I penned for her. These are most penny-pinching to my heart and soul. I sent it to her but the content is still undelivered since she has changed her phone number. Every minute of arc I ascertain my phone, in the hope of her message or miss call but I Fail to meet the expectations every time.””””
My friend all broke into tears when he told me his story. I realized first time, why men should not cry, coz they look ugly in doing so. I don’t know whether somebody could love to someone to this extent but the lines are...
Dua aapke liye ki har khusi aapki ho,
Gairo k kafilo me saji har mehfil aapki ho,
Muskurate aapke chehare ki hasi salamat rahe,
Gam k badal nhi, khusiyo ki dhup aapki amanat rhe,
Yu to jindagi kehte hain sabhi, choti si hai,
Shukriya mre khuda ka, gar keh de vo k tu sirf meri ha,
Meri shakl me chupa ek aur chehara dikhta ha aaine me,
Dhumil ho gyi ha tasvir shayad, kyuki rehte hai aansu mri aankho me,
Kyu mri khusiyo ka kissa itna chota sa tha,
Kyu dur tum chale gye, kya me itna bura tha,
Ab to khwahis ha k shukun ki nind so jaun,
Khatm hua intzar mra, kyu na uss khuda k ghar laut jau...
Jitu’s composition!!!
I still untouched to love, I don’t know the meaning of it but this incidence reminding me, “Fall in love but not with a girl. Fall in love with an idea, with a passion coz every morning you will have a reason to wake up, a reason to smile and a reason to live and this will put in the mind your existence.
Jitrendra!!!
Our believing or what say mindset was in opposite directions. How could I say, who was wrong but I loved her a lot in the way she was. Why here I am looking up to myself? My intention is not roleplaying so but just to severalize the nuisance of a broken heart.
A few blood line I penned for her. These are most penny-pinching to my heart and soul. I sent it to her but the content is still undelivered since she has changed her phone number. Every minute of arc I ascertain my phone, in the hope of her message or miss call but I Fail to meet the expectations every time.””””
My friend all broke into tears when he told me his story. I realized first time, why men should not cry, coz they look ugly in doing so. I don’t know whether somebody could love to someone to this extent but the lines are...
Dua aapke liye ki har khusi aapki ho,
Gairo k kafilo me saji har mehfil aapki ho,
Muskurate aapke chehare ki hasi salamat rahe,
Gam k badal nhi, khusiyo ki dhup aapki amanat rhe,
Yu to jindagi kehte hain sabhi, choti si hai,
Shukriya mre khuda ka, gar keh de vo k tu sirf meri ha,
Meri shakl me chupa ek aur chehara dikhta ha aaine me,
Dhumil ho gyi ha tasvir shayad, kyuki rehte hai aansu mri aankho me,
Kyu mri khusiyo ka kissa itna chota sa tha,
Kyu dur tum chale gye, kya me itna bura tha,
Ab to khwahis ha k shukun ki nind so jaun,
Khatm hua intzar mra, kyu na uss khuda k ghar laut jau...
Jitu’s composition!!!
I still untouched to love, I don’t know the meaning of it but this incidence reminding me, “Fall in love but not with a girl. Fall in love with an idea, with a passion coz every morning you will have a reason to wake up, a reason to smile and a reason to live and this will put in the mind your existence.
Jitrendra!!!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Jitu's composition!- Dedicated to all my Kashmiri brothers and sisters!
Ho gya ha savera, tum aankhe to kholo,
Mit jayega andhera, roshan apne dilo ko karlo,,
Kyu waqt kare barbad, hum ladne me,
Ho gya ha savera, tum aankhe to kholo,
Mit jayega andhera, roshan apne dilo ko karlo,,
Kyu waqt kare barbad, hum ladne me,
Kyu na lad le aaj, waqt ko aabad karne me,,
Khwahis har dil ki, aashaye hum hi se hain,
Irade tumhare, Tamannaye hamari bhi hain,,
Ek roj thi khusi ki ab dil mil jayenge,,
Ummeed ab bhi ha, mre bichade laut aayenge,,
Mri galiyo me bhuke kuch log sote hain,
Teri galiyo me bhi iss manjar ki kami nhi,,
Chalo milakar khusiyo ka ek deep jalayen,
Aao apne kal ko khubsurat bnayen,
Kuch kadam hum chalen, tum bhi band darwaje kholo,
Mit jayega andhera, roshan apne dilo ko karlo!
Jitu's composition!
Khwahis har dil ki, aashaye hum hi se hain,
Irade tumhare, Tamannaye hamari bhi hain,,
Ek roj thi khusi ki ab dil mil jayenge,,
Ummeed ab bhi ha, mre bichade laut aayenge,,
Mri galiyo me bhuke kuch log sote hain,
Teri galiyo me bhi iss manjar ki kami nhi,,
Chalo milakar khusiyo ka ek deep jalayen,
Aao apne kal ko khubsurat bnayen,
Kuch kadam hum chalen, tum bhi band darwaje kholo,
Mit jayega andhera, roshan apne dilo ko karlo!
Jitu's composition!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Jitu's composition! (Anna and two drunken gentlemen)- A part
from the "Golden Years".
Once I was passing through the
spatial location of Sahara mall Gurgaon. There near the stepping down towards
the metro is a wine shop and an AHATA. In Delhi a very few people might have
known about ‘AHATA’ but in Gurgaon most especially imbibers know about it.
“An ‘AHATA’ is a government
accredited most proficient place for drinking alcoholic beverages.” I didn’t apply these words to add into the
definition but these were written on a board tagged to define ‘AHATA’ outside
of it.
I crossed ‘Vipul’s Agora’, near to it was a stall of ‘Chicken
soup wala’ where two people attracted my attention. I always used to trust that
people after boozing discuss the nonsense and rubbish. But when I came across
them, they were discussing on about ‘Anna’ and ‘Corrupt Media’.
One drunken gentlemen said, “When Anna was hero, media got
news and ways to earn the money. Now Corrupted politicians had feed up
everybody by money so all are displaying against ‘Anna’.”
2nd drunken gentlemen- “Haan tu sahi keh raha ha.
Even people will believe on what news channels deliver.”
1st drunken gentle men- “Yes and also adult division
of the population is straight linked to the news channels. They believe on what
they proving as news.”
2nd drunken gentlemen- “Sabke sab ‘HARAMI’ hain
sale. Jitne ka corruption karte hain uska 5% bhi kaam kar lete to inke baap ka
kya jata.”
1st drunken gentlemen- “Do you know the
difference between America and India?”
2nd drunken gentlemen- “Han, America me har
citizen ki value ha.”
1st
drunken gentlemen- “I mean, I am asking the difference between Indian and
American politicos?”
2nd drunken gentlemen- “What is the difference?”
1st drunken
gentlemen- “Tujhe ek kahani sunata hu.”
The story begins as-
“Once a young Indian politician invited by an old American politician
for dinner party at his household. The American politician owned a 3-storey
house, wooden floor covering in every room and a terrace garden.
‘You have a very gracious house. How did you reach it?’
Indian asked.
American took Indian to the terrace garden and said pointing
to a high rise building, ‘Vo building dekh rahe ho, samajhlo 5%.’
Indian came back to the India and after 1 year he invited
the same old American politician in household. From the airport he picked up
the American in his BMW car while 10 Audis were in the caravan. Indian owned a
house 0f 10-storey with inside and outside swimming pool, lawn adjoining the
house, Italian marble floor covering in every room and many more.
‘Wow, very nice house. How did you reach it in this little
length of clock?’
Indian took him to the terrace and said, ‘Wo samne building
dekh rahe ho.’
There was nothing there. ‘Kuch nahi ha wahan to.’ American
said.
India- ‘Samjhlo 100%’.”
Object Question- ‘Even drinkers are serious, when we will
be?’
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Jitu's composition! (A story based on the conversation of two individuals in Delhi metro.)- A part from the "Golden Years".
Once I was travelling in Delhi metro. I got on the train from AIIMS metro station. I didn’t get a seat. I acquired empty door’s side to yield a ground to my back. Two people seated on the tail end seat near to it.
They were talking over their work in office. Their conversation resembled me their frustrating sound box. They appeared like people from engineering desktop, wearing glasses probably of –ve 1.5 no.
One of them said, “Boss ko I don’t know muhse kya problem hai.”
Second from them- “Kaun Naveen, he is rascal. What he did with you?”
First one- “Apna to kuch karta ha nhi, roj late aata ha, me 10 minute late hua to meri class laga di.”
Second- “All these rascals at upper level management do nothing. We people do the real work and get nothing, instead blackguards.”
First- “Haan yar tu sahi keh rha hai. I am looking for a govt. job. Me chhod dunga yahan jaldi.”
Second- “Leave it man. I tell you a story.”
The story begins as-
“At one time the king of jungle ‘lion’ watched over the working of ants. They were carrying food grains. Lion supposed, other muscly somebodies can also do this and ants now deserve rest. Lion called ‘Cheetah’ for the same to act upon.
After a couple of days when lion once again travel to the same place, he found ‘Cheetah’ fussy in eating mutton, as the ants were doing work. Lion called ‘Monkey’ for the same body of work.
After a couple of days, when lion over again move around the same place, he found ‘Monkey’ slumbering, while the ants were doing work.
OBJECT LESSON- “Only employees at lower level work.”
Jitendra Harbola!
Once I was travelling in Delhi metro. I got on the train from AIIMS metro station. I didn’t get a seat. I acquired empty door’s side to yield a ground to my back. Two people seated on the tail end seat near to it.
They were talking over their work in office. Their conversation resembled me their frustrating sound box. They appeared like people from engineering desktop, wearing glasses probably of –ve 1.5 no.
One of them said, “Boss ko I don’t know muhse kya problem hai.”
Second from them- “Kaun Naveen, he is rascal. What he did with you?”
First one- “Apna to kuch karta ha nhi, roj late aata ha, me 10 minute late hua to meri class laga di.”
Second- “All these rascals at upper level management do nothing. We people do the real work and get nothing, instead blackguards.”
First- “Haan yar tu sahi keh rha hai. I am looking for a govt. job. Me chhod dunga yahan jaldi.”
Second- “Leave it man. I tell you a story.”
The story begins as-
“At one time the king of jungle ‘lion’ watched over the working of ants. They were carrying food grains. Lion supposed, other muscly somebodies can also do this and ants now deserve rest. Lion called ‘Cheetah’ for the same to act upon.
After a couple of days when lion once again travel to the same place, he found ‘Cheetah’ fussy in eating mutton, as the ants were doing work. Lion called ‘Monkey’ for the same body of work.
After a couple of days, when lion over again move around the same place, he found ‘Monkey’ slumbering, while the ants were doing work.
OBJECT LESSON- “Only employees at lower level work.”
Jitendra Harbola!
Friday, June 29, 2012
Jitu's composition! (Story)- A part from "Golden Years".
On a summer evening I was having a message chat with my a female friend.
I like her a lot but never got guts to express her my feelings. During our casual chatting she (Maya) asked-
"Aur sunao."
"Kya sunau kuch nhi hai kehne ko." I replied.
Maya- "Kuch bhi nahi ha kya kehane ko?"
I don't had the quality of being unimportant. Circumstances demanded the best speak of me.
"Kehna to ha par ye waqt sahi nhi hoga, lamho ki najakat na hogi,
Shabd to hain kuch iss juban pe, par shayad teri izazat na hogi."
I said to left the best impression.
Maya- "Izazat ha janab, kahiye."
"It'll be awkward for you to accept the love but my heart realized. This feeling is better than the best I ever have." I said little to show and something to confuse her.
"Kehana kya chahate ho direct bolo na." She said straightly.
"I love you Maya." I said.
Continue...
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Happy b'day to my dearest sister....
Swet ashwa-dhari ek raajkumar tere aangan me aakar, teri jholi kabhi na khatam hone wali swarn manjusa se bhar dega,,,
Khusiyan itni hongi, ki pushpo ki mehak tere bina adhuri hogi, aur bina tere chandrama bhi adhura najar ayega,,,
Bhagya tera har unchayi ko sparsh kare, aur ishwariya kripa anant kshitiz k saman ho,,,
Prasannit lakiren tere maathe ki surya-vyapi tejaswi ho, rekhayen tere hathon ki annant iss Prithavi jasi mahan ho,,,
Unnat mere hath jab bhi honge uske darbar me, avnat hoga mera seesh jab bhi prabhu charno me,,,
Maang lunga vo sab tere liye jo swapn me tha kabhi socha,,
Jo prabhu mil gaye swayam hi kahin,, jo mile vo arpan tujhpar,
Yahi hogi mangal kamna meri aur yahi hoga uphar mera....
Jitu's composition!
Swet ashwa-dhari ek raajkumar tere aangan me aakar, teri jholi kabhi na khatam hone wali swarn manjusa se bhar dega,,,
Khusiyan itni hongi, ki pushpo ki mehak tere bina adhuri hogi, aur bina tere chandrama bhi adhura najar ayega,,,
Bhagya tera har unchayi ko sparsh kare, aur ishwariya kripa anant kshitiz k saman ho,,,
Prasannit lakiren tere maathe ki surya-vyapi tejaswi ho, rekhayen tere hathon ki annant iss Prithavi jasi mahan ho,,,
Unnat mere hath jab bhi honge uske darbar me, avnat hoga mera seesh jab bhi prabhu charno me,,,
Maang lunga vo sab tere liye jo swapn me tha kabhi socha,,
Jo prabhu mil gaye swayam hi kahin,, jo mile vo arpan tujhpar,
Yahi hogi mangal kamna meri aur yahi hoga uphar mera....
Jitu's composition!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Moments when take me in your accompany,
I feel life much more beautiful.
When dreams allow me to live with you,
I found everything comes true.
Its you and your never ending smile,
Its a reason of happiness, but you keep me so only for a while.
I beg you a few moment from your busiest life,
I want you to hold both of my hands, let me have a love bite.
I promise, I stand by you for long last,
Happiness and sorrow, let me shape, let me cast.
Thank you God for gifting me such a wonderful life,
Thanks for everything, if that is not a lie
Jitu's composition!
I feel life much more beautiful.
When dreams allow me to live with you,
I found everything comes true.
Its you and your never ending smile,
Its a reason of happiness, but you keep me so only for a while.
I beg you a few moment from your busiest life,
I want you to hold both of my hands, let me have a love bite.
I promise, I stand by you for long last,
Happiness and sorrow, let me shape, let me cast.
Thank you God for gifting me such a wonderful life,
Thanks for everything, if that is not a lie
Jitu's composition!
Ek lakshya tha mere pas, me akela raston me chalta rha,,,
Ab ek wajah ha jine ki jo iss safar me hogi mere sath,,,
Dur kitni bhi ho manjil mujhse, ho chahe kitne bhi lambe raste,,
Parwah nhi ha ab, jo mujhe mil gya ha tera haath,,,www.jituscomposition.blogspot.com
Janta tha me ki ha bhagwan, ird-gird hi kahin mere,,,
Par ho gya aaj yakin, man gya me ki tu ha,,,
Jo tune dila diya mujhe apne hone ka ehsaas...
Jitu's composition
Ab ek wajah ha jine ki jo iss safar me hogi mere sath,,,
Dur kitni bhi ho manjil mujhse, ho chahe kitne bhi lambe raste,,
Parwah nhi ha ab, jo mujhe mil gya ha tera haath,,,www.jituscomposition.blogspot.com
Janta tha me ki ha bhagwan, ird-gird hi kahin mere,,,
Par ho gya aaj yakin, man gya me ki tu ha,,,
Jo tune dila diya mujhe apne hone ka ehsaas...
Jitu's composition
Saturday, June 16, 2012
"""MITTI MERE DESH KI, MAMTA MERI MAA"""
Mera janm tujhse hi hua ha, aur tu hi meri Maa hai,,,
Tere hone ka ehsaas har waqt tha mujhe aur hamesha rahega,,,
Par jo kabhi kharidi nhi ja sakti, vo tere aanchal ki chaya hai,,,
Tu kaun hai? Anmol hai! Iss baat ko mane tab jana, jab me tujhse dur chala gya,,,
Uss pal k aansu tune chupa liye the, par me janta hu, royi tu bhi thi kahin akele me,,,
Aisa kyu hota hai aur kab tak hota rahega???
Ye tu bhi janti hai, ye mujhe bhi pta ha, ki zindagi kuch lamho ki hai,,,
To kab tak ek Maa aur ek beta yu hi andhero me rota rahega?
"Meri umar bhi tujhe lag jaye" ye iss bar me kahunga maa,,,
Mitti mere desh ki tu hi hai, aur tu hi hai mamta meri Maa!
Jitu's compositionwww.jituscomposition.blogspot.com
Mera janm tujhse hi hua ha, aur tu hi meri Maa hai,,,
Tere hone ka ehsaas har waqt tha mujhe aur hamesha rahega,,,
Par jo kabhi kharidi nhi ja sakti, vo tere aanchal ki chaya hai,,,
Tu kaun hai? Anmol hai! Iss baat ko mane tab jana, jab me tujhse dur chala gya,,,
Uss pal k aansu tune chupa liye the, par me janta hu, royi tu bhi thi kahin akele me,,,
Aisa kyu hota hai aur kab tak hota rahega???
Ye tu bhi janti hai, ye mujhe bhi pta ha, ki zindagi kuch lamho ki hai,,,
To kab tak ek Maa aur ek beta yu hi andhero me rota rahega?
"Meri umar bhi tujhe lag jaye" ye iss bar me kahunga maa,,,
Mitti mere desh ki tu hi hai, aur tu hi hai mamta meri Maa!
Jitu's compositionwww.jituscomposition.blogspot.com
Monday, June 11, 2012
Jitu's composition...
Its not the wine, I want to enjoy the evening,
Its kite, I want to fly without string.
Everybody suggest a path to move on,
I will run when they say to steady down .
I know I'll lose 30 minutes of illuminance,
I won't rest half-an-hour, let me dream to a greater extent.
Let the sundown, let the moon rise above the horizon,
Oh my Lord, let me repeat a few moments, let my life do once again.
Jitu’s composition!
Its not the wine, I want to enjoy the evening,
Its kite, I want to fly without string.
Everybody suggest a path to move on,
I will run when they say to steady down .
I know I'll lose 30 minutes of illuminance,
I won't rest half-an-hour, let me dream to a greater extent.
Let the sundown, let the moon rise above the horizon,
Oh my Lord, let me repeat a few moments, let my life do once again.
Jitu’s composition!
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