Giving Wings To Dreams

"Alas ! Am l doomed to never relish my share of appreciation. " Darpan kept on hitting his left thigh with his clenched fist.  "Garv , l am proud of you my son . You and Garvit l am sure will take my business to newer heights.My business associates were singing verses of your calibre as future business tycoons.Garv teach Darpan also to take responsibility ,he is your younger brother . And Darpan try to learn something from your younger brother Garvit." Darpan, who always felt sandwiched between his two brothers wasn't meant for business. He had no aptitude for business. He wanted to study and become an lAS officer. He had no wish to ride his father's Impala or any other luxurious car. He wished to ride a govt. Vehicle. Everyone in his extended family laughed at his this notion as all had flourishing businesses. "Darpan, finish your supper . Where are you going?" Suniti ,Darpan's mom took hold of his hand. She was the only one who supported him ...

Poorvi's exhilaration and exuberance was bottomless when she spotted her name on the list of selected students for the post graduation course in English displayed outside her college's notice board.  Poorvi as well as her best friend Swapna  was born under a lucky star to secure a seat out of the only twenty seats allocated for the post graduation in English to their degree college by The Himachal Pradesh University. Both of them knew well that for them it was no less than epoch-making to get admission as there were minimum chances of them being sent out of the city for higher education due to their own respective grounds.Poorvi's father had a transferable job and Swapna's family was dyed-in-the-wool, unwilling to budge even for an inch from their centuries old orthodox track . Another reason for their desperation to get admission in their city's college was the bond that they shared. Since class ninth they had been together. "Swapna ,so we have two more years ...

यह कौन सी रुत है? यह कौन सा मंज़र है? यहाँ खंज़र की धातु बदल गई । ना ताँबा ,ना लोहा मिट्टी की मानुष काया भयावह तलवार हो गई। यहाँ बस अब खौफ़ बेखौफ़ है। आज आदमी आदमी को देखकर डरता है। भाई को भाई से परहेज़ है। अब ना कोई भाईचारा हर आदमी बेरौब है। इस पल ना बचा कोई अड़ोस-पड़ोस। ना जाने कहाँ खो गए उजले सवेरे? अब तो दिन में भी हैं छाए कातिल अँधेरे। उम्मीद की दूर-दूर कोई किरण नज़र ना आए। हर साँस घुटती जाए। मायूसी ,उदासी पुरजोर है। ना अब तेरा ना मेरा है  अब सारे विश्व का चक्काजाम है। क्योंकि यहाँ बस खौफ़ बेखौफ़ है। हर साँस ,हर आस पर एक अनजान पहरा है। विश्वपटल पर अब ना कोई खुशी की चहल पहल है। बस अदृश्य शत्रु का हड़कंप है। स्कूल, कॉलेज, बाज़ार, दफ़्तर, खेत खलिहान, मैदान, मॉल और सिनेमा हॉल सब बेज़ान और बेहाल हैं। लाशों के अब अंबार हैं कब्रिस्तान भी आज चीन,स्पेन,इटली और अमरिका में बेईमान हैं। ना अब आसानी से चार कंधे नसीब हों। कंधे तो कंधे ना जाने अब कितनों के हिस्से में दो बीद्या ज़मीन हो। क्योंकि यहाँ बस खौफ़ बेखौफ़ है। बाहर आने जाने का यह वक्त बेवक्त है। वो सब जो बिगड़ा है संवर जाएगा। वो सब जो उजड़ा वीरान है आबा...

Let's view, Let's review, Let's probe, Let's ponder, Let's in the lane of memory wander...... Seven continents,  Seven wonders, Seven seas, More than 8.7 million species. Six types of forests Tropical, Mediterranean, Deciduous , Coniferous and Evergreen rain forests. Four types of landforms Mountains ,hills, plateaus and plains. Four types of deserts Subtropical , Coastal ,Cold winter and polar deserts. Five different types of weathers  Sunny, cloudy ,snowy ,windy and rainy.... Beautiful flora and fauna... Endowments of The Prime Mover Almighty are multifarious and much more than many ... Many was many  As long as there wasn't any concept of money. Money which in this day and age is considered to be sweeter than the nector or the honey ... All species took Only as much which was their due. But there is one species which has disfigured the Earth's countenance , Which has discolored the Earth's beautiful hue.... Who has the brain To think, to scheme,to jus...

The world ,where generations of human beings are born and perish would have been a more beautiful, colourful, liveable,less complicated and painful if unborn children could choose their parentage. But, the ways of God are comprehensible to Him alone . The theory of Karma here mercilessly tags the masses in two groups- one the pure sublime souls who ride on the swing of general prosperity , and the other who struggle ,who suffer because it's believed that they must have done something punishable and offendable in their previous lives...... Supriya's worries multiplied with her daughter Priya's promotion in grade ninth. Priya had been a fairly good student till her seventh grade, as long as rote memorization was possible. Her cramming power yielded results even in a subject like mathematics. But, the trouble started in eigth standard. Her performance was going down steeply. Solving mathematics became Achilles hill for her. She became morose and her percentage came down. Anyho...

 I in memory of my late father who left for the Heavenly Abode on February 1,2003 Only if we had known That life is not always a sweet song, And that there is an invisible hand That continuously plays the death gong. We would have tied your breaths with our own. Only if we had known That your love,care and concern which your children had taken for granted were not for eternity but were evanescent, That all your hurry and worry, The faint glitter in your eyes , To see all of us rise and touch the new realms had a reason. That you by forsaking us planned a treason . Only if we had known That our strength would lead to your weakness, That our youth would beget your seniality, That our strong heartbeat would herald weakening of your limbs, We would have refused to grow. Only if we had known That you who were shade and sunshine of our life would soon be gone, Not for a single moment Would we have allowed you to be alone. Only if we had known That it was your last call, We would have kep...

An effort to give voice to the innumerable girls who were not fortunate as we were.......... #Why me ? #Why he? Is this question going to try me? Question that is often asked, By the perpetrator whose face is always masked. #Why me? #Why he? He who was supposed to teach me how to fly, Made me sit on his lap and gave me not one but thousand reasons to cry. #Why me ? #Why he? He who was my guardian angel Made my hair all entangled, My eyes were puffed Why he, insisted me to keep my mouth shut. #Why me? #Why he? Used candies and toffees to weave a sweetened net, Which was soon converted into a bitter web. Web from out of which l couldn't get to my protected shell, Because he had converted it into a horrible hell. #Why me? #Why he? In open pats me on back When in confinement he crushes that very back. His hands turn creepy Whenever l am sleepy. But now no more #Why me? No more #Why she? Let your voice be loud So that the truth is seen by the crowd. It's not me or you who needs to f...

"Anjay , have we been discreet enough to leave Garv at hostel for coaching ?" Monika spoke nervously rubbing her hands , avoiding her husband Anjay's glance . " Monika, wait a minute. What did you say ? we ...no . You need to mould your question .Have you been discreet enough to leave our son Garv at Chandigarh hostel ? It was your sole decision , you were under the influence of your colleagues ,their decisions regarding their offsprings." Anjay spoke while halting at the toll plaza to pay for their return journey to Shimla through Himalayan Express way , Shimla the queen of hills where they had initiated their blissful wedding life seventeen years back. "Why have you suddenly become so sarcastic ? You don't have the slightest of the idea of the excruciating pain l have felt while parting away from Garv." Monika spoke while sniffing a tear. "I didn't intend to comment on you . Actually ,l was not in favour of leaving Garv at the hostel so ...

दिसम्बर की सर्दी की यह जो धुंध है कोहरे की यह चादर जिसमें धरा गुमसुम है यह धुंध अब आम नहीं और यह धुंध खास भी नहीं पर सावधान ! क्योंकि यह धुंध कुछ बदहवास है । यह वो मीठी धुंध नहीं जोअपने पाँव पसार कर कनक को सहलाती है प्यार से और कृषक के मुख पर मोती बिखराती है आस के कि अब जब बहार होगी तब क्षितिज तक बस लहलहाएगी कनक की बालियाँ । और ना यह वह धुंध है जो गली -मोहल्लों में जाने-अनजाने लोगों को बुलाती है पास  जब भूलकर सब तेरा- मेरा  घेरे सेंकड़ों हाथ रहते हैं अलाव। यह तो धुंध है अलगाव की यह तो धुंध है पथराव की यह वो नागिन धुंध है जो शीशों का नहीं बल्कि दिलों को ,सोच को धुंधला करती है यह वो धुंध है जो दिल्ली दिलवालों की को इतिहास बनाती है यह वो धुंध है जिसकी आड़ में  खाकी जो है सबकी रक्षक आम नागरिक उसके बन गए हैं भक्षक । यह धुंध है साजिश की यह धुंध है कुटिल राजनीति की यह धुंध है अनपढ़ता और अविश्वास की यह धुंध है खौफ़ ,हिंसा और आतंक की यह वो धुंध है जो जलाती है जिसमे तपिश है । जिस पर क्रूर राजनीति की सीकती हैं रोटियाँ जहाँ कानून से होता है खिलवाड़ और राई के बनते हैं पहाड़ जहाँ अब नागरिक भ...

"Now it's purple with a tinge of crimson.Ah! I wish l could mingle with these colours and lose this accursed human form ."Sapna always justifying her name muttered as if in a dream ,while peeping out of her bedroom's window . That wasn't first time when she had such notions to be one with the nature. Almighty had endowed her with a unique ability to behold colours even in muddy water. Sapna's imagination would drift instinctively towards the multitude of shades which were as if spread like colourful pearls of a broken necklace throughout on the floor of her solitary world. Whether cornfield , green boughs or yellow orchards in autumn , whether rainbow or bright brisk sunlight , a cloth market or a grocer's shop everywhere she would feel mesmerized amidst different shades . Shades of spices , pulses in bright packages made her soul dance in ecstasy . Sapna's parents were often perturbed when she would rather than enjoying food or appreciating its taste ...