I have been associated with Tata for many years. Now this has come out with lots of emotions for Sir Ratan Tata who has been a true inspiration to all of us and his loss seems to be my own. Dedicating this to The Good Man of the society... Being good example to society, Is an achievement of dignity, His death has shattered us all, Sadness is all what I can recall, May his soul rest in peace, He is the best one to deserve indeed, His life has been full of motivation, His deeds entirely need no mention, His loss seems to be our own, Have only gratitude to be shown, Now TATA is just a name, Ratan was it's glittery fame. Not the businessman, But the good man has died, Lessons to be learnt from this man, Has made countless knots left untied 

I am feeling blessed to witness this occassion of lord Ram home coming...this poem states the same.. please read and share your views. Khushi se yun to man bhar aaya hai,  khushkismat hun jo ye sab Nazar aaya hai, dubara diwali manane ye shehar aaya hai, Ayodhya ka Ram phir apne ghar aaya hai.. Varshon tak sunayi jaegi ye kahani, Jab hum bhi ho jaenge daadi aur naani, Diwali manaya jana hai pauranik katha, Aaj Ram ka Ghar aana humne khud hai dekha.. Aastha aur vishwas me nahi hai koi kasar, Bas bani rahe Ram aapki kripa saari Umar, dubara diwali manane ye shehar aaya hai, Ayodhya ka Ram phir apne ghar aaya hai..

I n the vast tapestry of life, we often find ourselves chasing after accomplishments and milestones, hoping they will bring us lasting happiness and contentment. However, there are times when we achieve our goals, only to discover that the joy we anticipated is fleeting. We soon find ourselves yearning for the next pursuit, trapped in an endless cycle of ambition. This blog is for this feeling of achievement and still another achievement, seems to be an endless affair... Please do let me know if you too feel the same.. Chalte chalte zindagi k kaise mukaam par aa gayi hun,  Shayad kisi gehri soch se gehra gayi hun,  Na khushi hai na koi gum h,  Ya shayad sab kuch ho k bhi kuch kam h,  Na safar ka pata na manzil ka h thikana,  Kya anjaan raah par yunhi hi hai chalte jana,  Shayad kal parso hi manzil mil k gayi thi,  Par zindagi hans padi, Tu kya aaj bhi wahin khadi thi,  Mukaam dar mukaam aate jate rahenge,  Use manzil kah k hum bhi muskurate r...

 While wrapping up through the year 2022 I along with my family thought of thanking God for keeping things well, we went to different places to worship🙏 the poem came out of the experiences..just wanted to share it, if you too felt the same at some point of time please comment and let me know 😊 Aastha ya andhvishwas Samajhna hai mushkil, jane kaisi h aas,  Jane kis hod me lage hain, hai ye aastha ya andhvishwas Sabko pahochna h ek din usi upar wale k pas,  Amiri garibi unch neech ka farak hai bakwas,  Phir bhi jane kyun lagi hai itni bhagambhag,  Pujariyon ki ikshayen poori karte karte chahe jeb me lag jaye aag,  Swarg ki sidhiyan chadhna hai zaruri,  Daan chadhawa dakshina me rahe na kasar adhuri Samajhna hai mushkil, jane kaisi h aas,  Jane kis hod me lage hain, hai ye aastha ya andhvishwas Isi aastha se jane kitne choolhe jalte hain,  Humare hi jitni shraddha kya wo bhi rakhte hain?? Loot k vyapar me sabka bol bala hai,  Aaj bhi unh...

We move to new places for many reasons.. But we leave a part of our memories at the places we live,we remember, we talk about them but even if we like them alot we cannot recreate them..this blog is dedicated to all such memories, specially childhood memories that are very close to our hearts, let's recollect them together..read it and share the part of you that you are able to recall... Let's read my yaadon ki almaari and create your own...                  Yaadon ki almaari.. Purane ghar me reh gayi ek choti si tijori,  Bachpan k khatte mithe yaadon ki almari,  Le aaye the us ghar se bahot saara saman,  Yaadon ki almari lekar aana nahi tha aasan,  Kaise laa paate bejaan baatein, mushkil haalatein,  Usme gujre humare bachpan ki choti si udaan,  Bade hote humare nanhe kadmon ki pehchan,  Unhi kadmon se haasil hote bade chote mukaam,  Purane ghar me reh gayi ek choti si tijori,  Bachpan k khatte mit...

 This poem is dedicated to the "young old group" in our family who have been our support system in all our deeds. Our parents, elders who have lived a commendable life should not come to a full stop without a second inning...i have tried to depict the situation of a senior citizen who has left many things behind in life just to make our present the way it is today..hope you will be able to relate it to somebody in your life.  Yun kahen k jivan ki ek kagaar,  Kya karun kya nahin ki majdhaar,  Mano to bojhil hoti aankhon me the jo sapne,  Unhe mauke deta kar lene k apne Maano to zindagi jeene ka ek naya tareeka,  Na mano to kaam k bina hai sab feeka,  Karo to zindagi bhar k na jaane kitne kaam baaki hain,  Kuch mutthi me band sapnon k mukaam baaki hain,  Zindagi ne mauka diya hai to man ki kuch kar lete hain,  Phir kaun sa hum hamesha isi duniyan me baithe hain,  Jaane kya kya kab se piche chhod aaye the,  Pratidin ki ladayi se h...

 This pendemic has brought me to my unrealised roots which I feel difficult to adapt with since I am not used to it since a long long time... chalte chalte itna aage aa gaye ki apna aadi hi bhul rahe Jis mitti me janme usse judaw to hai par lagaw nahi raha...  Kabhi sharmindagi Hoti hai khud par ki na Jane hum aise kab ho Gaye, Jis jagah me pale badhe the aaj wahan rehne Ko hi kasht keh Gaye, Jis gali muhalle me apni bhasha Apne log milte hain, Jane Kyun hum is jagah ko apna nahi kehte hain   chalte chalte itna aage aa gaye ki apna aadi hi bhul rahe Jis mitti me janme usse judaw to hai par lagaw nahi raha...  Kabhi Khushi hoti hai aaj is baat ki k kal Ko chhod k aage badh aaye hain, Dhul mitti Khun pasine wali mehnat k din Kam se Kam Gaye hain, Wahan sab milte hain par apni bhasha Apne log nahin milte, Log bhasha apnapan aur sukun, jane kab in sab par hoga sath me gurur,  chalte chalte itna aage aa gaye ki apna aadi hi bhul rahe Jis mitti me janme usse judaw to ...

Ever since this epidemic has changed our lives to an extent that is now going to change our way of living..and to an extent is going to change the mindset that we have towards life now. This poem is a signature of temporary change in my perception towards life. Stay home and stay safe ☺️ Kahin kho baithe the hum khud Ko, Ek jhuthi Maya jaal me gum ho, Zindagi ka phir se tarruf karwaya, Khud Ko Apne aap se milaya... Jab suni ye mahamari ki baat, Laga din din bigadne wale hain halat, Roj Marra ki zaruraten kaise karenge pura, Har din saman jodne Lage thoda thoda, Kahin kho baithe the hum khud Ko, Ek jhuthi Maya jaal me gum ho, Zindagi ka phir se tarruf karwaya, Khud Ko Apne aap se milaya... Aaj halat dekhna bhi lagta hai laachari, Bas kaise bhi Chali jaye ye bimari, Ghar me itna rehne ki nahi thi aadat, Kabhi kabhi man bhi karne lagta bagawat, Agle hi pal lagta hai mushkil se hi to mila hai itni fursat, Pal do pal hi sahi Puri kar lete hain chardiwariyon me bhi ...

Dedicated to all the people who have ever lived hostel life....your story might be a bit different but definitely you will be able to remember your last day of hostel life where you have left a different you than you are today.... Wo hostel ka mera aakhri din tha Khubsoorat yaadon se picha chuda k aana bada kathin tha.. Subah shuru to bada aam sa hua, ya Yun kahen bada benaam sa hua, Charo taraf manhusiyat si thi chaayi, Achanak mess ki bell de gayi sunayi, Dard sa hua tha soch k ye h aakhri, Yahi soch kar doston yaaron se Milne Nikli, Wo hostel ka mera aakhri din tha Khubsoorat yaadon se picha chuda k aana bada kathin tha.. Badi bha si gayi thi wo hostel ki charpayi, Jane kab se gandagi me padi Kalam ki wo siyahi, Wo mess se roj Plate room me chura k lana, Aur sabke sath mil k thahake lagana, Wo choti si almari wo gandi si diwaaren, Kaash pal do pal yahi aur bita Len, Wo hostel ka mera aakhri din tha Khubsoorat yaadon se picha chuda k aana bada kathin tha.. ...

For a few people it might be a small toy but I have a few memories some sweet some harsh but to be cherished always....                                     Gullak... badi maasum si duniyan thi gullak ki, Itne samajhdar ho Gaye ki ab lagta hai sab nautanki Bachpan ki hai Sabse badi tijori Ek Sikka bhi kahin kar na le koi chori, Sabse paise maang k hai in sikkon Ko Joda, Jane kab kaam kar jaye ye bada, badi maasum si duniyan thi gullak ki, Itne samajhdar ho Gaye ki ab lagta hai sab nautanki Kabhi ball ya doll ki karni ho farmaish, Ya school k liye Lena ho extra paint brush Gullak k paison ki de de k duhai Jane kitni hi chizen ghar le k aayi badi maasum si duniyan thi gullak ki, Itne samajhdar ho Gaye ki ab lagta hai sab nautanki Gullak par Hoti thi itni akad Mano itne me hi jivan ban jaega sawar Nahi aana tha us duniyan se bahar Nahi Janna tha paison se b...

This blog is dedicated to the siblings love that exists even if we don't show it since we are brought up together we have a lot in common...we treat them as our biggest enemy but we can't see them harmed at any cost..I could realise this while looking at my kids and some of my own childhood memories with my own sibling. Just want to say you brother even if I have fought many battles with you but are my loveliest enemy... Hope you would relate this to your own😊 Hissedaari Ise kashmakash kahun vidambana kahun ya lachaari, Par achchi hi hai ye hissedaari.... uske janm k sath hi apna Maan kam kam ho jata hai, Koi aur Sitara bhi ghar me raushan ho jata hai Bachpane me koshish Rehti hai jaari, Kaise pad jaun main us par bhaari, Ise kashmakash kahun vidambana kahun ya lachaari, Par achchi hi hai ye hissedaari.... Jab tak baat apni hi manwane ki thi, Akhir soch Liya kabhi na kabhi to uski bhi chalegi hi, Phir aayi baari chizen sath istemal karne ki, Kya bataun ...

This blog is dedicated to all the professionals who are working just because they have to work... Naukri... Badi kashtkaari phir bhi hai pyaari jane kaisi lachari humari naukri sab kehte hain har subah nayi soch Naya vichar laati hai, hum kehte hain har subah na jaane Kyun aa jaati hai, nayi soch laana bhi h majburi, har minute Jeevan me hai isi ki afra tafri, wahin khatam ho jate hain saare naye vichar, jab boss ne bola aaj phir ladna hai tug of war, Badi kashtkaari phir bhi hai pyaari jaane kaisi lachari humari naukri.. har waqt bani rehti hai cricket match k aakhri ball waali tension, aakhri ball khatam hone par bhi kaash mil jata koi solution, kisi Ko kabhi bolte Suna nahi ki humari naukri hai achchi, jise pucho bolta hai Kaash tumhari waali humen mili Hoti, roj roj k is kasht ka hai kya koi nivaran, ye kasht na hua to roj uthne ka bhi hoga kya koi Karan, badi kashtkaari phir bhi hai pyaari jaane kaisi lachari humari naukri... sabs...

This blog is dedicated to all the child  labourers....who are a bare truth of our society which cannot be denied.. Once I was travelling by bus..while the bus was standing at the stop I noticed a small boy cleaning utensils in a tea shop later in that bus journey I noticed several kids like that and I am not able to forget those innocent faces which could have had a better future.... than that they were doing that day or may me even today... This is an incidence that all of us must have noticed but may be never thought about it..just give a moment to think and realize this truth.. Chotu... Har chai ki pyaali k sath yaad aata h wo chotu, Jane kyun mujhe bahot yaad aata h wo chotu Kisi kashmakash me fasi rahi hogi uski zindagi Uski umar se kaafi badi uski samajh thi lagti Maine pucha tha zada padha to nahi hoga tu Wo hans k taal gaya, pucha kuch aur la k dun Har chai ki pyaali k sath yaad aata h wo chotu, Jane kyun mujhe bahot yaad aata h wo chotu Man ulajh sa ...

This blog is dedicated to my son....my first blog... Parents can very well connect themselves to this...just read from your soul... Tere maasum se chehre me meri duniyan basti hai Totli boli me maa sunne ko tarasti hai Tere aane se badal gayi h meri zindagi Tere liye manjur hai mujhe kisi ki bhi bandagi Raat bhar ki gehri nind bhi kam lagti thi.. Kahin bhi aane jaane me freedom lagti thi Aaj mujhe manjoor h tere liye din raat ka jagna Teri ek muskaan mil jaye phir takaan ka kya kehna Tere maasum se chehre me meri duniyan basti hai Totli boli me maa sunne ko tarasti hai Man karta hai tujhe dun zindagi jine ki saari khushiyan Kisi dard ko kabhi tu kar na paaye bayan.. Sikhaun tujhe zindagi jeene k saare sahi saleeke Gum tujhe kahin door tak chu bhi na sake Jivan k har raste par rehna tu adig Na rehna tu kisi baat se anbhigya Tere maasum se chehre me meri duniyan basti hai Totli boli me maa sunne ko tarasti hai Nahi zaruri tera har exam me first aana Tu bas kis...