Friday, 29 May 2015

A evening walk

Socha ki iss sham ko haseen banao..
apne maan se ek kahani banao...
nazre padi uss panchi pe socha usko hi ek kalakar banao...
usko hero walo wo chal sikhao ..
Nokili se wo choch ko pyari si muskan banao...
Wo samne bethi chidya ke pyar me usko giravu...
Wo hero wali style me pyar ka izhar karao...
Dono ko unke sansar me le jao....
Dukhi kahani kon banaye khushiyo barish dono pe barshavu...
Ab nikala hu chalne toh kyu na pyar ki ye dastaan banavu...

Bachpan

Meethi si lori mujhe gaa ke suna de..

palne me rakh ke mujhe pyar se sula de..

waqt ko thoda sa piche ghuma de...

mujhe hath pakad ke chalna firse sikha de....

wo choti si chadi wala school dress ek bar aur dila de...

wo ghee wali roti apne hatho se khila de...

nai sikhna kisi aur se wo question,
answer mujhe  bas tu hi padha de...

andhere se wapas darne laga hu apne mamta ki chhav me fir se chupa de..

Zindgi zindagi nai khelna mujhe wo khilono ke sansar mujhe lauta de...

Ye ban na he
wo ban na he nahi karunga 
bas fir se mujhe ek baar apna bachpan lauta de. .

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Happy Birthday Choti :)

Today you it's the day when one of the most precious person in my life came to earth and that's you choti..

Well today i want to tell that you are such a person in my life who has been the witness of each n every phase of my life till date, i still remember the day when i was wandering how will i manage to dance on the stage when i am not able to understand what they are doing but a helping hand came from the unknown crowd "Pratik no one can take you out from this group , you can do it just practice with me " , That was you i don't know what to call you a better half or brother , but you mean a lot to me then this words and you know that. If i go back n look at any day whether it were the practice days, going back after practice, exam nights, showing movie on whatsapp group, back stage fear , onstage talks , our special gifts, "PVR" and many more ( to know this you have to wait bhaiiiiii)

you are the first person to read my first blog,i would not have wrote anything further without your encouragement, i would like to dedicate few lines only and only for you

Kehte he piche mud ke mat dekho..
Duva karke pani me rupay ke wo paisa feko...
Par paya he mene jabse tujko...
Bas kehta rehta hu main khudko...
Khoya gaya tha bhid me doondha he mujko tune....
Sooye huve iss kalakar ko jagaya he tune....
Dost aye aur gaye par har waqt saath nibhaya tune...
Raat ke andhre me ujala felaya tune...
Bhatka hu main jab bhi rasta dikhaya he tune...
Me shayad likh nai pata par hosla badhya tune...
Kehne ko abhi aur bhi chize he...
Zindgi me humari aa kar iss ee khoobsurat banaya he tune...

Love you bro...


With the most happiest to the most saddest moment we have seen it together and faced it together.
Happy birthday Choti

- Always yours pritu ;)



Monday, 18 May 2015

And The Journey Begined....

It was about 5 p.m. in the evening when my phone started ringing , which said Niraj calling,
Which acknowledged me that i was about to reach iskon and my journey to junagadh had begined,
We managed to meet on time at 5:30 but as usual before we reach at his place, we were already having  a parcel to be delivered to his friend,

The Charm of meeting your besty is always something else specially when it is after a long time ,
Which made us lost in all the talks of here and there , looking at riverfront, remembering the old times, it was all going in the flow until the bajaj discover started coughing , never thought we would be out of petrol somewhere in the mid of the way, but who cares when you are with your brother from another mother, managing to the petrol pump we were somehow on the track again, but it seemed like parikrama of ahmedabad was in our destiny that day, neither we could find the address of the guy we have to give the parcel nor we can go away to the place without giving it to him,
With the laughter dose and traffic in ahmedabad (which we don’t care at all) we were moving on our way , the thing which happened will never happen in anyone’s life , ya believe me because we were again out of petrol, the evening started becoming tiresome rather than having fun,

It seemed like we found pond of water in the desert when we saw the petrol pump, and as soon as we finished the work it , i found my phone ringing and it was sunil , our friend who had arrived very punctually as per our decided plan, it was about 8:30 when we rang the bell at niraj’s place, thinking if this is the beginning of the journey how the journey would be like??

But rather than focusing on the thoughts , we concentrated on delicious dinner made by niraj’s mom
And the strange part was we still haven’t got our tickets booked, which reminded us the scene of local bus moving at the low speed and we 3 standing in between the seats, so without wasting a moment we straight found out the neelkanth travels from our own google.com and luckily got our tickets booked, with a sigh of relief and excitement of journey ,we started helping niraj in packing his bag, which made us forget that our bus was at 10:30 not at 12:30,

It was 10:15 and still half the way, wandering where is the pickup point for  neelkanth travels,
Struck in the traffic with a silly innocent tension faces , we decided to get out of the car and run to the office instead of sitting and waiting for traffic to clear, and finally we reached the moment was satisfactory because in spite of all the glitches we managed to get to the pickup point of the bus 5 min early,
And that’s how the journey started, 3 friends ,3 bags ,lots of excitement and surprises on the way
5:30 a.m in the morning we hired a shared auto rickshaw  straight to the beginning of parikrama  , Niraj and sunil with the excitement like a small child buying a ballon bought the torch to enlighten our way at night..


Brushing our teeth on road and  after having a national kathayiawadi nasta chai and khari , we began the journey full of fun and surprises..





 we walked continuously for 20 min taking about 30-40 pictures and decided let’s have a rest of 10 minutes but our sleepy king niraj almost slept which added other 10 minutes and 10 more photographs to our collection.. resuming our journey we continued to walk and talk with the chants of “Jay Girnari” . Our energy level remained at the same point due to support of thousands of people and humara apna nariyal pani..
In 10 km we managed to drink 5-6 coconut , walking with a speed greater than or equal  to normal man’s speed , but then came a tragedy in our journey , we reached a place where food was being distributed and place sounded like we almost completed our 40 km parikrama.








And with this confusion we went to ask a person who seemed quite familiar with the place to ask how much more km to go. “10 km” he said. With a bucket full of innocence, our expression  were like we broke usian bolt’s record. and this thing lead us to a decision that we should rest a while, have some food and otherwise we will be complete our journey in 1 hour and we won’t be able to give the torch effect to the journey, adding about 15-20 photo clicks in our collection we had the best gujarati food (best not only for its taste but it was unlimited) and the over confidence of completing the journey in 1 hour made us rest for more time and then we thought let’s start walk slowly , completing half an hour more we thought let’s ask someone how much more to go and we were shocked to hear the answer “10 km” he said and we thought he must be kidding , ignoring him we started covering the hills quickly with the chants of “Jay Girnari” , it started giving us more joy and the fun was unlimited(like the lunch).




We walked for about 2 hours and to console ourselves we keep asking the fellow people “how much more km to go” , the answer which we got all the time was “Bhaiya bas ab 10 km”. Hearing this all the time we started feeling more irritated and we had almost 3 coconut water back to back..
After walking for some more time , we saw a board 10 km left .. but this “10 km” thing have made us so exhausted that we didn’t trust that ..
You can’t proceed your without visiting the temple situation 1 km opposite to the 10 km exit..
It took more half an hour to reach back to that 10 km sign board again which included minor shopping as well as resting our legs for some time..
Well finally the most awaited part begined , we took out our torches and started walking the remaining 10 km in the dark.
3 friends , 3 torches , lots of fun and peace like never seen before.


Finally we saw a board written 3 km , we could not believe our eyes because all along our way we got the same statement “Bas 10 km “ so we thought now no 1 would dare to say 10 km
The overnight journey of bus and walking along the forest had made us so tired that sunil took a nap while niraj and me discussing the sign board. Just for the sake of fun we decided let’s ask somebody how much more to go and you won’t believe the answer we got “10 km” , Sunil woke up in anger “who the hell said 10 km where is he” , That guy was lucky that he went away otherwise we were scared that he will murder that man..
Covering the last 2 km we felt like we revolved around the earth..this 2 km included a massage break as well as slow walk race between 3 of us..
It was about 7:45 in the evening when we took the last snap of the day at the exit of parikrama.
Having a quick bite with not so tasty gujarati thali and booking a room in dharamshala , it took only a fraction of second to get a good night sleep.
Which ended the first day of our exciting trip.

And we felt it was the shortest night ever for us because in a blink of eye we slept around 14 hours. The plan of the day was to climb “The Girnar” by waking up at 4 in the morning so technically we were 6 hours late.
“Pratik i think we should go “ Niraj said from the washroom ( can’t use the other word here )
“But can u feel your legs ??”  i replied from the bathroom
“we will make it by evening “ said niraj sticking we should go, trust me  i can’t deny him when he asks more then two times..

Meanwhile our dude sunil was ready to  take us to have breakfast..checking out from the not less then a 5 star room we had a quick bite still debating with ourselves we should start climbing it or not but as i told i can’t tell no to niraj ..
We put forward our steps on step no. 1 with a line “only 9999 more to go” , Sunil’s speed was almost double then two of us which made him disappear in some time. Mean while we invented a new relation of physics , enthusiasm was getting double but with respect to it speed was getting divided by 2.
We were hoping to see sunil soon but neither sunil was visible nor the cliff of girnar. We have already consumed 4-5 bottles of water till than. Hopes was vaporizing like sweat from our body, we started thinking we can’t reach at the top. But then came a idea flowing in air “ lets record our journey to top” almost in co ordination. ( this video making or dancing always makes both of us forget everything )

In this recording session we didn't even realized that we climbed about 4000 steps and finally we saw what our eyes were such since long i mean to say our friend sunil waiting for us near holy jain derasar , the thing was he was more happy to see us then we were ,reason is obvious there is no point climbing steps when we don’t have your dear ones with you.

Looking at ambaji temple 1000 steps away gave us more courage that we will definitely reach at the top ,


 reaching there in no time we saw one of the most beautiful picture god has ever portrayed ,no words or camera can explain the view from there.




 With the blessings of goddess amba we put forward our steps to the cover the remaining 5000 steps which were really challenging then the one’s we already covered. But blessings were with us so clicking and recording few memories we surprisingly reached to the last 2500 steps which were as difficult as climbing coconut tree.

The people enthusiasm have made the atmosphere so positive that it brings all the strength out within you. 

We stopped , we moved , we clicked , we recorded and at last we reached step no. 10000 and got blessings from lord gurudatta , rang the bell as per the ritual. The smile on our faces were like we were on the top of world and why it won’t be , we were on the top of the most holy and mysterious mountain.


Though we came down by night collecting and recording few memories but the part of us left there to worship goddess amba and lord gurudatta.



The journey didnt ended here because it just got started.

The Lights went off and....



Ye ghar me andhera chaya..
garmi ke saath becheni laya...
ye dekh ke ek vichar bahar aaya...

Andhera toh he sabke jeevan me..
Becheni he yaha har kisike maan me..
Jo behti he dharti ,pawan aur gagan me...

Aao bhaga de iss bin bulaye mehman ko...
Likhte he apni himmat se wo pegam ko...

Jala deta he wo roshni bhagne uss haiwan ko...
Feela dete he apni baahane chune iss aasman ko.....

Saturday, 9 May 2015

A Child

Few days back walking along the road i came across a little child couldn't resist myself from writing about it


Chal raha tha main par jam gayi thi ye ankhe...
Dekha maine uss masoom ko...aur behne lagi ye nighahe...
Maan kiya byan karu apne ankho ke jasbaat....
Par chehra uske karne laga mujse kuch baat....
Soo rahi thi ye duniya par nind ka pata usse na tha....
Footpath par rehne ki wajah se usse ghar ka pata na tha...
School bus ko roz dekhta par school ka matlab usse pata na tha...
Maa baap paye the usne par pyar ka pata usse na tha....
Khelne khudne ki umar main uss khilone ka pata na tha...
Halat ke iss daldal me faskar bhi uss ee zindgi ka pata na tha...
Uski masoomyat dekhar ye dil roo pada par uss bache ko apne halat pata na tha....
Jee kiya uss wo har chiz dilao jiska matlab uss ee pata na tha...
Par karmo aage kiski chalti he kahi sukh toh kahi shanti ka thikana na tha...

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Truth isn't it?

Chanchal sa he ye maan...
Neela neela sa ye gagan...
Aur alag alag rango se bhara sabka ye jeevan....

Yahan daudte daudte fursat nikalni padti he...
Kabhi pedal chalke toh kabhi gadi chalani padti he..
Jahan sapno ki taraf badhne ko..kuch yaadien bhulani padti he...
Chote hokar bhi kabhi kuch zimedari nibhani padti he....
Yahan bina pyar ki roti bhi muskurakar khani padti he...
Pani na mile toh ansu se bhi pyas bujani padti he...
Ye safar ko itna chote bhi mat samjo....
Yahan dhire dhire dooriyan mitani padti he...
Kabhi khushiyan toh kabhi gham par sabko apne jeevan ki gadi khud hi chalni padti he...

Some sleepy lines

Bhag daud se thakna aam he..
Par sabke ke pass aana uska kam he..
Wo dhire se shelati he...
Ankhe mund jati he..
Wo dooriyon mita kar kahi door le jati he...
Chalte chalte hume wo aasman ki sher karati he...
Na dekhi huvi jagah wo kai baar dekhati he...
Inn mazedaar baato ke saath wo dhyan humse karvati he...
Wo bacha ho ya bada masoomyat sab me jagati he...
Iss pukaro ya nahi wo fir bhi chali aati he...
Ye "wo" aur koi nahi par nindiya he jo sab ko hi aati he...