The name MANISH

  दर्द तो इतने हैं कि सहे ना जा रहे हैं पन्नों पे शब्द आने से पहले आँखें छलक जा रहे हैं कलम चल गई, चार शब्द लिखे भी जा रहे हैं पर कमबख्त आँसू, ये कमबख्त आँसू अक्षर भिंगोए जा रहे हैं   कोई पूछे अगर कौन सा गम हो सकता है कोई पूछे कि मुझे कौन सा गम हो सकता है कैसे बताऊँ भले ही सख्त हूँ मैं लेकिन दिल तो अपना भी धड़कता है हर बात बता नहीं सकता, पर इतना तो समझो दोस्त कि कभी तेरे यार को भी हुआ था प्यार का रोग   सच है कि गम इस बात का है कि वो अपनी न हुई पर गम सिर्फ इस बात का नहीं कि वो अपनी न हुई और न शोक ये है कि अपनों ने की रुसवाई दिल रोता है सोच उसे भी मेरे प्यार में न दिखी सच्चाई   सिर्फ जुदा होने का गम होता तो शायद सह लेता लेकिन तड़प रहा हूँ मैं लेकिन तड़पता हूँ काश तुम्हें मेरे प्यार पे यकीन होता       - 7/2/2016

जाने अनजाने पीछे मुड़के देखता हूँ बैठे बैठे कुछ सोचने लग जाता हूँ प्यार बेइंतहां करता हूँ तुमसे फिर भी हूँ रूठा सच मालूम है मुझे फिर भी बन बैठा हूँ झूठा डरता हूँ जाने से घर, हमारा वो प्यारा घर टूट जाऊँगा मैं अगर तुम ना हुई वहां अगर धडकनें तेज हो जाती हैं, साँसे फूल जाती हैं तुम न होगी सोचके ही मेरी आँहें निकल जाती हैं कदम लड़खड़ाती हैं, हाथ कंप जाती हैं तुम ना होगी सोचके ही पाँव थम जाती हैं सच मालूम है मुझे फिर भी बन हूँ अनजाना मेरी हालत देख अब पापा भी कहते हैं मुझे दीवाना कहने दो जो वो कहना चाहें, मुझे अब नहीं कोई परवाह तुम वापस आ जाओ जानु, मेरी है ये आखिरी चाह माँ, भाई, भाभी सब समझाना चाहते हैं कि जिनको जाना है, वो तो चले ही जाते हैं जग कहता है कि तुम बन चुकी हो जन्नत की परी मेरा दिल कहता हैं तुम अभी भी घर में हो दरवाजे पर खड़ी वहम की इस दुनिया को बन लिया अब अपना संसार तभी तो साल से नहीं गया हूँ घर, वो अपना प्यारा घर चौथी मंज़िल पर दायें मुड़ते ही वो लाल दरवाज़ा जिसके पीछे दो कमरों का महल था हमने सजाया सामान की कमी हमने प्यार से की थी पूरी याद आती है मुझे तुम...

Dear Friends and Family They say: Each misfortune is a blessing in disguise Well initially it was tough for me to digest the fact that loss of my cell phone was any blessing for me. Yesterday night, I was distraught when I realized I had forgotten my phone in auto-rickshaw. I searched whole house in vain, hoping phone would just "show up". I even messaged my cell phone using other number promising some prize money for the person who would return it. Why wouldn't I? It had many pics of me and my nephew exploring Mumbai during last weekend. Money can't be more important than memories...right? And obviously the phone was not cheap (it was iPhone 5S) Anyways, as today proceeded I began to accept the fact that I might never be able to see the face of my phone again. Then began the obvious steps of police complaint and what not. While I was going through all this I tried to understand what good can be hidden there in me losing the phone with all photos...

Hundreds of teenagers from around the world started committing suicide when Facebook got offline today. They were posting their selfies and status updates when Facebook went down. These teenagers and many in their 20s were not able to understand how it happened to them. They thought their facebook account has been suspended by the company because they sent too many friend request to unknown girls. They were unable to take this as the "social networking site" was their "social life". Many kids called 911 because they were unable to take the pressure of not being able to post their selfies and status updates showing how much fun they were sitting in class and not paying attention to teachers. Many of these teenagers even tried committing suicide as they couldn't imagine a life without social life, aka social networking site. Men and women in their 20s and early 30s were little better to handle the pressure. Most credit goes to their bosses who made them ...

Meeting में बैठा मैं कुछ कुछ सोच रहा हूँ अपने विचारधाराओं को कहीं और मोड़ रहा हूँ अभी अभी start हुआ है ये     session फिर भी bore   हुआ हूँ as if it’s been hours long. एक ही बात करते हैं ये repeat क्या सोचते हैं ये कि हम हैं brainless meat ? Pen लाया लेकिन notebook लाना गया भूल ऊपर से आगे बैठा सुन रहा हूँ सारे rules Thank God I borrowed a paper नहीं तो अपने कान पे कैसे लगता zipper Half an hour session में आ रही है खाँसी , छींक और नींद Hour long होता तो हो जाती internal bleed कोई सो रहा है , चश्मा साफ़ कर रहा है या कर   रहा है drawing की कोशिश Bore तो सारे हो गए   हैं , including managers and leads.   4/13/2015. 10am PST (in a boring session)

  Now when I am all old and about to retire I think why didn’t I leave work when I got tired? When I look back I have lots of regrets I spent my life in gets and sets . I could have basked in sun and played with hoops Instead of figuring out for and while loops. I wasn’t around much when my kids grew I regret, why I kept figuring catch and throw . Wish I could go back in time using GOTO Take my kids to a park when they were two. Spend some time with my friends, go to a club Without worrying where to use push and pop . Why didn’t I write a program to go back in time? Live like I wanted to in my prime. Have fun, be merry and enjoy with family And not have unnecessary nightly meetings daily. Not worry about promotions or year-end ratings Remember birthdays not the config settings. I am all old and about to retire with regrets Why did I spend my life in font size and border breadths ? I could have gone on tours and trips Instead...

He was a predator as they say A hunter who masked as saint in the day His soul was doomed, his mind twisted, Devil in his heart they say is rested. His manners were suspicious, his habits questionable Else why he lured young women with his fables? The day he arrived in town, dark clouds came A storm rushed in and he was blamed. Families were alerted the predator has arrived People were cautioned the devil has revived Only he knew he was not a predator All he was, was victim of nature With no one to support him, he cried There were thoughts "why haven't I died?" As day became clearer after the storm passed, He knew there was a change in his heart He vowed he will rise again from ashes and dust And he will prove he can control his lust He changed, he left all his evils behind Saved his soul and changed purified his mind He helps the poor, the downtrodden and the needy, The victims...