Akhri mulaqat

मेरे मौत के तमाशे में तुम शामिल होने आ जाना
मेरे उठते जनाज़े को  कन्धा देने आ जाना
मेरे  खून-ए-दिल से उठते उस दर्द के धुँए से
तुम रूह अपनी तपा जाना
जीते जी तो कभी न आये , मैय्यत पे ज़रूर आ जाना
झूठे ही सही चंद बूँद आँसू गिरा जाना
हमारी आख़री मुलाक़ात को मुक़म्मल बना जाना  |

- सौम्या 

Plastic Smiles

As a child something we repeatedly get to hear from our elders is 'kab badi hogi?'( grow up.).... as if being a child is the real issue and growing up is the solution to all the problems of life. But now that I am a grown up woman, I realize Growing Up is the root of all problems and despair in our lives.

Every single day a new revelation...a new understanding...I fail to realize if the truth was actually so obscured or was I simply blind to it...?? I am all grown up now and I hate every single minute of it...gROWING uP sUCKS..........

I hate to see the true colours of people. I hate to understand the undercurrent sarcasm in their tones...their affected mannerisms....... all so sham ... so unreal

I am currently busy attending a friend's wedding (the biggest celebration in an Indian household). From morning to noon I see people faking smiles...the bride faking it in front of aunties whom she doesn't really give a damn about, aunties wearing fake smiles are showering blessings on the couple and in the background busy being their best critic about the bride, the groom , the arrangements etc ..etc....The bride's mother as she attends the guest with a smile on her face is busy swearing under her breath...all the work load, stress...

The guy who happens to be the groom is trying to showcase himself as a good sanskari type boy......... 

EVERY face I see has a HUGE  (extending from ear to ear kind of ) smile on his/her face ....but all made of plastic.

Majboori ka naam Mahatma Gandhi

Today was a day of hour long discussions and after an hour long chat on my love for my hometown and my dislike for Mumbai I ended up discussing something more important, something more deep which was - Majboori Vs Adjustment. The person I was talking to is a person I deeply respect and feel intimidated by at the same time. 

I was adamantly discussing about Majbooriyan i.e  Compulsion which literally means an irresistible urge to behave in a certain way, especially against one's conscious wishes. I believe a lot of the things we do in life are nothing more than majboori, like it or not you gotta do it as there is no other way out.  I do a lot of things , for the sake of doing them.... I call it adjustment but this person told me, no there is a huge difference between adjustment and majboori. Majboori he says is something you are doing with a negative approach towards it and you desperately wait for it to conclude and do away with it while when you  adjust you change yourself, you alter your needs depending on the avilability and atmosphere and then mould yourself accordingly with a hope and urge for the things to get better.

Google defines adjustment as a small alteration or movement made to achieve a desired fit, appearance, or result. He said, Adjustment is more about patience and positivity while Majboori is about impatience and negativity.

 I was surprised to listen to his words. Such simple words yet so meaningful. His words have left a great impact on my personal approach towards life. All along I thought I was good at adjusting to situations and that I have been adjusting to things all the time but  Noooooooooooooooooooooo....... 

I have always considered things and situations a majboori , DESPERATELY waiting to get rid of them.... however, adjustment tells you to accept things and work towards their improvement. 

Life after all is all about adjustments and learning how to adjust.

I have come to conclude that it's your approach towards things that defines whether the task becomes a majboori for you or an adjustment for the greater good. 

.Aah.... so little did I know about Life......

- M.e.D

Uff..... ( On the lighter side of life )

No I cannot say if it was LOVE.

But a Smile lingered on my lips every single time I envisaged his face.

I could feel the heat each time he drew closer.

A plain Hey or Good Night from him would keep me up all night

I would spent days waiting for him in excitement

His compliments made feel demure and beautiful

His gaze, his voice, they made my stomach lurch

No I cannot say if it was LOVE

But I have prayed for him every night

His joy made me joyful

His sadness, killed me

His success I desired 

His every gesture I admired

No I cannot say if it was LOVE

But he made me want to look better

I did weird things to catch  his attention

His worries gave me tension 

Our fights left me in in tears

Fantasies,Wishes, Prayers

I wanted him so so bad
The fact we're no longer together still makes me sad.

No I cannot say if it was LOVE...... ;)

-Saumya