Date A Girl Who Reads

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

(:via Cenarios)

Respect

 

The Last Thought

What is more important in life? Living or pretending to Live? Should he take a risk and say that this is the most loveliest evening he has spent in all the time he was there? Should he thank her for listening to his ‘seemingly hilarious’ jokes, his non stop gab, his dreams without criticism and without comment ? Or should he simply don the armor of the woman with will power, with ‘special light’ and leave without saying anything.

As they were walking along the road to the not so busy streets of the city he was listening to her, her aspirations, her expectations with life, her desire, her dreams. She had been a happy girl and she could not easily content herself but she knew how to be stay happy with it; it was a gift from life.

Yes, It has not been an evening like any other. He felt tense and anxious, for he had opened a door that he did not know how to close. It is the end of his stay in the city and he has to move to an another one the next morning. He knew her for 5 years and now it seems he understands the girls inside her.

When she finished speaking they were sitting in a small restaurant, this time the other side of the road, the one closer to her home. The dusk was closing in. It was getting dark. They ate little. He watched her more. It was the time to say good-bye. The final one. He was so in a delirium. Should he let her know. Should he simply wait for a more proper a time; but then what is proper. He hardly had answers ??

They left the restaurant clearing the bills. She preferred to say less, the customary good – bye. She shook his hand, as was the custom, and went home. There was he again, standing on the gates with his queues of thought. For the first time he look at his past. This was the first time he felt the warmth. He came back home.

He had his flight at 7am. It was 3am. He could barely feel the slumber in his eyes. Something was missing. May be he found something. Opening up his notebook he started scribbling.

It’s there in the excitement of the unexpected, in the desire to do something with real fervor, in the certainty that one is going to realize a dream. Passion sends us a signal that guides us through out lives, and its up to me to interpret those signals. I would like to believe that I’m in Love, with someone I have known for years, someone who did not figure out exactly in my plans. I do not expect so much in returns. She might have least interests in me. She might not even accept this. Leave alone the ‘acceptance’ , she might not even ‘understand’ it. But does that mean I should deny myself the chance to Love. Its not in my control to persuade her feelings but I cannot stop loving her. She did not figure out closely in my plans. But I would continue loving her. I could like the duck on the lake  and take pleasure in the sudden ripple that set the water rocking. Considering the way the world is, one happy day is almost a miracle…….”

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

The departure was announced. It was 6:30 am. He moved towards Gate 5. His gait failed to conceal the fermentation. As he took steps away from his desire, he came close to unrest. He was not sure if the limit has been reached or there was time yet. Nevertheless he smiled. Checking in the luggage, he grabbed his seat. Seated beside him was an elderly lady in her late 40’s. She smiled at him; as a part of courteous ritual he smiled back.

He needed a sleep the most. He had travelled across a couple of domestic airlines for last one year and all had the same instruction manual. So unless one had a keen interest in knowing about the emergency exits or if the attendant guiding through those emergency manual was hot or corking enough, there was no point attending those sessions. Caring less of the flight attendant’s instruction he plugged in the iPod and closed his eyes.

He could not sleep. The restlessness denied him the opportunity to sleep. He stood up and took the notepad out from the rear of the satchel and continued scribbling…

I have met a girl and fallen in love with her. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I’m not expecting anything to come out of it. I know that, in some time, I’ll be far away and she’ll be just a memory, but I could not stand living any longer without loving her. I had reached my limit. I am not sure if I will come back to the city where I worked; where she worked; but for the first time in my life that doesn't matter. Its just enough to love her, to be with her in my thoughts, to cover my lovely world with her steps, her words and her love. When I leave this place, it will have a face and a name and the memory of these lovely evenings. Everything else I experienced here, all the difficulties I had to overcome, will be nothing compared to that memory.

I would like to do for her what she did to me. I‘ve been thinking about it a lot, and I realize I did not walk into this city by chance. Some meetings do not happen by chance. Really important meetings are destined long before we ever sense the gravity of these meetings. Generally speaking these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not we avoid them for happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life, then the unknown reveal itself and our universe changes the direction.

Everyone knows how to love because agreement or disagreement cannot nullify the fact that we are born with that gift. The gift to love. Some people have a natural talent for it, but the majority of us have to re-learn, to remember how to love, and everyone, without exception, needs to burn on the bonfire of past emotions, to relive certain joys and griefs, certain ups and downs,certain undulations until they can see the connecting thread that exist behind each new encounter; because there is a connecting thread.

Sometimes the life is very mean, a person can spend days, weeks, months an years without feeling anything new. Then, when a door opens, a positive avalanche pours in. One moment, you have nothing, the next, you have more than you can cope with. He felt as if he has left something back; he felt may be he has found something new.

Destiny had thrown a pebble and the energy had touched him. He could now feel the vibrations of the pebble. He could now probably go to sleep.

Two Men

It is true that we only know each other when we come up against our own limits. And if one try to calculate the logical summary of the situation, one would come to know that ‘It’s Wrong’, because it isn't necessary to know everything about ourselves.; human beings weren’t made solely to go in search of wisdom or erudition but also to plough the land, wait for rain, plant the wheat, harvest the grain, make the bread, and feed.

There are two men in oneself. One wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give him. He likes to dream and dream big. He ain’t afraid of taking risk. Just like a free bird he is always keen to fly, soar along with the wind. Just like as if something never happens. And then there is the other man. The other wants to be slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved. He sounds more proper and in good orders. He has an insurance,  a well planned high return guaranteed mutual funds. He is less prone to taking risk. He always believes though he may be liberated he may never get rid of liberator. The both men live in the same body, battling each other every second, every day.

The meeting of these two men is a game with grave and serious risks. A divine dance. When they meet, they are two divine  and elysian energies, two universes colliding. Now here is the catch; if the meeting is not carried out with due reverence, the one universe destroys the other.

The Hysterical Question

Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working and feeling at ease. It brings with itself a vision. A lot of people are frightened, because when it appears, it demolishes all good and exact or inexact thing it finds across its way. No one want his life to be thrown into ‘chaos’. Peace is every man’s desire. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.

Other people think exactly the opposite; the surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in Passion the solution to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.

Keeping Passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it  - which of the two attitudes is the least destructive?? Which of the two attitude brings in more drive and happiness.

As for me I don’t know.

The Last Thought (1/2)

What is more important in life? Living or pretending to Live? Should he take a risk and say that this is the most loveliest evening he has spent in all the time he was there? Should he thank her for listening to his ‘seemingly hilarious’ jokes, his non stop gab, his dreams without criticism and without comment ? Or should he simply don the armor of the woman with will power, with ‘special light’ and leave without saying anything.

As they were walking along the road to the not so busy streets of the city he was listening to her, her aspirations, her expectations with life, her desire, her dreams. She had been a happy girl and she could not easily content herself but she knew how to be stay happy with it; it was a gift from life.

Yes, It has not been an evening like any other. He felt tense and anxious, for he had opened a door that he did not know how to close. It is the end of his stay in the city and he has to move to an another one the next morning. He knew her for 5 years and now it seems he understands the girls inside her.

When she finished speaking they were sitting in a small restaurant, this time the other side of the road, the one closer to her home. The dusk was closing in. It was getting dark. They ate little. He watched her more. It was the time to say good-bye. The final one. He was so in a delirium. Should he let her know. Should he simply wait for a more proper a time; but then what is proper. He hardly had answers ??

They left the restaurant clearing the bills. She preferred to say less, the customary good – bye. She shook his hand, as was the custom, and went home. There was he again, standing on the gates with his queues of thought. For the first time he look at his past. This was the first time he felt the warmth. He came back home.

He had his flight at 7am. It was 3am. He could barely feel the slumber in his eyes. Something was missing. May be he found something. Opening up his notebook he started scribbling.

It’s there in the excitement of the unexpected, in the desire to do something with real fervor, in the certainty that one is going to realize a dream. Passion sends us a signal that guides us through out lives, and its up to me to interpret those signals. I would like to believe that I’m in Love, with someone I have known for years, someone who did not figure out exactly in my plans. I do not expect so much in returns. She might have least interests in me. She might not even accept this. Leave alone the ‘acceptance’ , she might not even ‘understand’ it. But does that mean I should deny myself the chance to Love. Its not in my control to persuade her feelings but I cannot stop loving her. She did not figure out closely in my plans. But I would continue loving her. I could like the duck on the lake  and take pleasure in the sudden ripple that set the water rocking. Considering the way the world is, one happy day is almost a miracle…….”

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Home – It is (Day 5)

The final day of the week and so is the final day of vacation week. A slow and relaxing day in contrast to the last day. So this is the final log post for the vacation. Not too many activities around

1. Descent amount of sleep. Close to 8 hours
2. Luckily No-One disturbed
3. Chicken Meal for the lunch
4. Afternoon – Nap (After quite a time)
5. Catch up with some old school Mates.
6. Some family Gossip
7. Permutations and Probability and Less Combination
8. ‘11 Minutes’ will still go on.
9. No TV
10. Lots of thought that the vacation is done
11. Lots of Rain and Lots of Heat

So that’s it. For the Person Secretly following the feed – No messages today.

Good Night and Peace to all :)

 

Home – It is (Day 4)

The feeling of  ‘everything comes to an end’ is pretty evident now. The context is not only the holidays but several social artifacts to which I am tied. Nevertheless this daily web logs looks interesting to me. I know someone would be hardly reading but who cares , these scripts are for me. In fact an information which I would like to divulge at this time is that ‘Web – Log’ was the source of what today is know as ‘Blog’. However Day 4 was not the best day. Tiring and frustrating and yes it was hot.

1. Slept for 6 hours :(
2. Everyone disturbed :(
3. Wake up to an irritated and uncool temperament
4. Vegetarian sad food (Courtesy – Thursday   :grr :grr !!)
5. Irritating ‘Babus’ (Courtesy – Government Office)
6. Their nonsensical lunch and gab sessions.
7. Lots of useless formalities and worthless time
8. Too much of running up and down the stairs
9. A starved noon.
10. Sad and Undulated roads.
11. Lots of Sun
12. Lots of Sweat
13. No TV
14. More Permutation and Combinations
15. Less Probability
16. ‘11 Minutes’ Half done

For the person silently following the feed “It’s Okay”

More may be later. Still got to finish some problems and yea ‘11 Minutes’

 

Home – It is (Day 3)

Days is all just I have left here. Day 3 was less of activities.

1. Slept for close to 8 hours   :-(
2. Papa disturbed at 10 am :-(
3. Took Mummy to visit a doctor. She had been having some eye problems lately
4. Finally a god non-vegetarian meal
5. TV only a little
6. Shopping for Papa
7. Some Permutation along with Distribution and Partitions
8. Little Combinations
9. Finished with 1/3rd of the Novel ‘11 minutes’ by Paul Coelho. Not that great
10. and yea little rain too for the day

:-)

Home - It is (Day 2)

Yes, 2nd day at home. So Why am I writing about it, though I never share it. Reason is simple. It just helps me in freezing some of these moments. Lots of Activities for Day 2

1. Sleep for close to 10 hours
2. Papa did not disturb :P
3. Cooking (with some help from papa) since Mummy was on a fast. (Not a disaster at least)
4. Some amount of ‘Permutations’
5. Little ‘Combinations’
6. TV though the amount was quite small
7. Catch up with couple of old schoolmates.
8. Lots of Rain

More Updates may be later ( for the person secretly following the feed should know that I am a little angry )

 

The Cry at Seventeen

Back in school I was a huge fan of ‘Chicken Soup for Teenage Soul’ , Not that I ain’t now but yea time. I used to read it more than frequent. Today at home, I was ransacking some of my old notes and diaries and I came across this piece of writing that I had written back in Xth grade. ‘Written’ may not be the exact and correct term but it was adaptation that I actually brought out after a reading a prose from ‘Chicken Soup for Teenage Soul’ I will maintain the grammatical error and the punctuations and other literary essentials that I did commit while writing this in Xth Grade. And if you read it you will know how big a fan was i of ‘abab/aabb’ rhyming scheme then

Agony claws my mind,
Grief has struck my heart
Sympathy, I did try to find
Loneliness was the that I ever got

I found thousand of others
whose bodies were as mangled as mine
I was given a place and a number
The category was ‘Traffic Fatalities’

The day I dies was an ordinary one
I wheeled the car out of my mom
I was excited at being my own boss
Unaware of the coming great loss

It doesnt matter how the accident took place
I was going too fast , taking crazy chances
The last thing I remember was passing an old lady
whose speed was that of a snail

I heard a crash and some sound
I felt a terrific shake
Glasses and Steel flew around
My body was at a great stake

I heard myself scream
I heard myself shout
None , but some paid attention
to my body turning inside out

Suddenly. I awakened
Everything was very quiet
A Doctor stood before me
and a Policeman on my right

My body was badly injured
with my clothes, all stained with blood
Pieces of glass were out all over sticking
Strange, that I could not feel anything

‘Hey , Don’t pull that sheet over me’
’I cannot be dead’
I have a date tonight’
and supposed to have a wonderful life ahead’

Later, I was placed in a drawer
My folks came to identify
Why did they have to see me like this
Answer me God why ??

Dad , suddenly appeared very old
’Yes , he is our son’, to the man in charge he told
How could I see my Mom’s eye
when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life

The funeral was weird
with all men who loved me and cared
My buddies touched my hand
and bid me ‘good bye’ for ever

Please, somebody wake me up
Get me out of here
To see mom and dad in such relentless pain
I could no longer bear

My grandparents are so weak from grief
My brother and sister are like candies
I have several promises to fulfill --
Oh ! Someone please believe this

Please don’t bury me
I don’t want to be dead
I want to laugh and run again
I want to enjoy my life ahead

Please, give me one more chance
God, don’t be so mean
All I want is one more chance
Please God, I am only seventeen

Home – It is

Home is the place to be. Despite several odds which keep recurring at regular interval, despite the adrenaline rush which too keep rushing in at odd hours, home is the place to be. The calm and silent; the place where you spend some time with yourself, an another some time with your family. After a tiring journey of close to a day , this place feels so relaxing. Though I haven’t been visiting this place very frequent, but yes it is. This is my first and may be only visit to home for year 2011, nevertheless I would want to be disconnected and enjoy those by lanes and small roads.

Dinner time. Time to go. A Detailed post sometime later

ना ये बात होती !!

ना तुम मुस्कुराते ना ये बात होती
ना तुम नज़रें झुकाते  ना ये बात होती
ना तुम फोन उठाते ना ये बात होती
ना तुम पास आते ना ये बात होती

वोह अधूरी शाम, ना तुम साथ होते ना ये बात होती
वोह चाय के प्याले , ना तुम साथ निभाते ना ये बात होती
वोह भीगी सड़के , ना तुम साथ चलतें ना ये बात होती
वोह लंबी बातें, ना तुम एहसास दिलाते ना ये बात

ना तुम मुस्कुराते ना ये बात होती
ना तुम पास आते ना ये बात होती !!

Those Free Facebook T-shirts.

I am definitely not one of those who fall prey to spams easily, and I am definitely one of those who hate these fuckers like anything. I don't know if they ever realized'; even their daddy never gave them a t-shirt for free. All they ever expected was good scores, some trophies. Why would Zuckerberg gift you one of those. I am one of those who believe in blocking spammers. But then I fell pity for a friend of mine who was stuck with these spams and finally made some research on internet and came up with one of solutions. Hope this works for these sick spammers. And if you are still interested in  clicking such random links and posting such blasphemy on my walls ‘balls’ to you.

1. Go to Facebook Mobile , Scroll down   and click on find out more 

2. Click on the link that says ‘refresh your    upload email’

3. Click on it says and click on ‘yes I am sure’   and its Done. and get rid of several ‘derogatory’ words that your social friends have been bickering behind your back.

Entity - Relationship

Writing about Relationship is always critically interesting till you don’t fall into one. And Since I am writing you can imagine the rest. Found this interesting piece of stuff across strolling on web and I could hardly resist the passion to share it. A computer science graduate can easily co–relate it to a state diagram or may be an entity relationship diagram. Whoa !!, finally a topic for this post comes up. Wait may be this is the flowchart. Anyways who the damn cares

Relationship Limbo

By Gkhamba ..

Scientific definition:

Relationship limbo is when two people, usually friends, attracted to each other with variable intensities (one wanting it more than the other) are left in a constant state of flux and reassessment of underlying power structures after an official declaration of affection disrupts this equation by attempting to expand to a higher emotional terrain inorganically.

Relationship limbo is exactly like limbo in the movie Inception i.e. your heart is absolutely spellbound by what is unraveling in front of you and you want to continue watching because it’s all so intriguing, you can’t really figure whether your world is real or fake and in both cases there is no sex involved.

In layman’s terms:

Person X: Hey I just wanted to tell you I really like you

Person Y: I like you too…I just don’t know what it means though…also..I don’t like you as much as you like me…but I want to be friends because you’re awesome and who knows something might happen because we have something

Person X: #FFFFFUUUUUUUU

Why relationship limbo sucks:

Break

Not the best person who likes Idling in Office. I always tag myself as a lazy person but when it comes to workplace I always have been against idling around. yes I prefer to be a little sleepy in first half of the day, but that’s expected out of a guy who a year and a half ago did nothing better than sleeping. But since a couple of weeks the work has been a little less. Life’s been a integrated solution of ‘chill’ moments. Everything has been perfect, but this perfection is not the perfect thing for me. As for me I still like undulations. My consultant always says, if things are good there is definitely some issues and if there are some issues then things are good. and I definitely second that statement. All these weeks amidst the free hours i can see a dip in my energy my, B - School preps and my personal moods. Seems like I need a break

Since the project is drawing to an end and current assignment is over , I believe its time to move to next assignment. Before this I think I should visit home just to freshen up. May be a week of vacation shall serve the purpose. Raised a vacation request.

Fears, Resilience and Indifference

So what differentiates fear? Is it expectations associated with fear or the resilience associated with expectations. Either of one brings in mess. Mess that narrows down the sight of dream. Mess that starts playing with your vision. Mess that starts making things unfair. But then fear brings me to a dubious state. The state where i start narrowing down the line between passion for one’s dream and indifference towards people. The line was strong and bold once but as the time is passing by its has started diminishing. This particular nature of calls for a discussion. A discussion with myself. So how do I overcome this fear. Is Shutting oneself/signing out chat programs is a solution or does that breeds greater fear.

Can Fear garble someone’s feeling for someone. Can it create that indifference. Am I acting indifferent. Lots of question. SO what should I do.. ? Succumb to my fears or fight it back. If fighting back is an option so how does I prevent myself from being indifferent and more importantly how do I make it look as a generic phenomenon.

This night as is closing,as is drawing in brings lots of unattended questions. Questions that at present I don't have answers to. Questions that calls perhaps greater thinking. Questions that concerns me and not any other person in this planet. For now I have only questions. Unheard, Unattended and Unmanageable.

Tough days and even ruffian nights.

Rest can Wait..

Yes Moving on is never easy. May be we are always offered choices in life. We always overlook them. Infact I always believed that we are a bunch of choices, quantified decisions surrounded by some instantiated facts. Nevertheless I had some choices of mine. Not that I was confused but yes the Limbo was there. And I do not intend to say that I am out of the Limbo but there are better things to focus on while the Limbo period is on. No one else is there, may be destiny allows everyone to get out of Limbo alone.

But then there are some dreams, some passions which needs immediate action. I always believe there is a difference between being with someone and having someone. ‘Having’ may not be the exact term but yea you understand what I mean. And Importantly you cant force things. There has to be certain amount of liberty. Just that you keep following someone everyday it doesn't assures; it wont run away from you. May be someday the other person may realize your importance; may be someday the other person may realize what it meant to be with you. If they don’t you never were important. The basic fact has to be accommodated within one self.

But here is the catch, you have a choice to make. As for me for my Dream, I can say now rest can wait.

App- raise –al Letter

June/July  - Time for results for those very seriously and carefully filled appraisal letters. You might have filled those too, if you are working class person, like me. My results were declared but while groping on the web I came across this appraisal Letter. Anyway, I found it really interesting and thought Ill share it here. Though I always believe that the cApS and TOggLe are irritating like Ranbir’s kapoor’s stand up acts in ‘Tata Docomo’ Promotion, and this could have been avoided but Bah! I don't have so much time. And by the end of it, I realized, iTs fuN rEaDInG lIKe tHiS sOmeTImeS. Isn"t it? :P

हमेशा की तरह 10 बजे ठुमकते हुए office आया ,

11 बजे तक नाश्ता किया और बारह बजे तक mail ही पढ़ पाया,

हमेशा की तरह आज भी मुझे आलस आ रहा था ,

और मेरा PM मुझे तिरछी निगाहों से देख - देख गुस्सा रहा था ,

मैं बड़े concentration के साथ एक "Careful" mail पढ़ रहा था ,

तभी देखा मेरे PM ke नाम का नया mail कोने मैं blink कर रहा था ,

फिर कोई training attend करनी होगी , ये क्या बकवास है ,

क्या reply मैं लिख दूँ की मेरे mailbox का उपवास है ?

मैंने आँखें बंद की और 10 bar "om" "om" bola,

और प्रणाम karte huye  मैंने वो मेल खोला ,

PM के इस मेल मैं एक अजीब सा सुकून और भोलापन है ,

likha है भाइयों appraisal letters आ गए , अब तो one -to-one hai,

मॅन मैं ऐसे बुरे बुरे ख्याल आ रहे थे ,

ऊपर से कुछ लोग मेरे "de-appraisal" की गन्दी affwah उड़ा रहे थे ,

PM को letter लाते देख हर कोई usse देखता जाता है ,

जैसे mallika के किसी नए गाने को देखा जाता है ,

आखिर वो वक़्त आया ,PM ने एक एक kar sabako ander बुलाया ,

जो भी अंदर जाता हँसता हुआ जाता ,

जो बहार आता , मुरझाया hua aata,

बहार आ कर इंसान संभल भी नहीं पता है ,

की " कितना हुआ kitna मीला " हर कोई उसपे टूट जाता है ,

किसी एक को appraisal मैं 2000 rupaye मिले थे , मैं उसकी हंसी उड़ा रहा था,

तभी मैंने देखा मेरा PM इशारे से मुझे अंदर बुला रहा था ,

मैं confidence से उठा और आगे कदम बढाया ,

तभी मेरी belt का buckle टूट के नीकल आया ,

मेरी हालत तो अभी से ही बुरी हो गयी ,

साला इज्ज़त उतरना तो यही से शुरू हो गयी ,

मैं अंदर पहुंचा और PM ने मुझे बिठाया ,

उसने मेरा letter पढा और वो हंसी रोक न पाया ,

वोह इतना हंसा की usse आंसू आ गए ,

क्या मेरे appraisal digits usse इतने भा गए ,

जैसे ही उसने appraisal letter मेरी तरफ बढाया ,

मेरी आँखों के आगे घनघोर अँधेरा छाया ,

मुझे लगा जैसे मेरे dil की दीवार को किसी ने गोबर से पोता है ,

अरे यार " बीस rupaye" ? ये भी कोई increment होता है ?

ये software indusrty है , अखाडा नहीं है ,

ये "SALARY INCREMENT" है , दादर आने - जाने का भाडा नहीं है ,

मेरे चारों तरफ कलि घटा छायी , तभी मेरे PM की soothing आवाज़ आई ,

तुम सोच रहे होगे के company mgmt का दिमाग फिर गया है ,

पर बेटा हम क्या करें , dollar का bhav 2 rupaye जो gir गया है ,

पर फिर भी मुझे लगता है , ये letter fake है ,

मुझे तो लगता है ये printing mistake है ,

तुम HR मैं जाओ , और ये confirm करके आओ ,

भाई HR मैं जाने के लिए तैयार होना पड़ता है ,

वही तो ऐसी जगह है जहाँ सुंदर लड़कियों से पला पड़ता है ,

shitt!! जहाँ "Renuka " बैठी है , आज वहां बैठा "Aftab" hai,

मैं समझ गया बेटा , आज अपना luck ही ख़राब है ,

उसने मेरा letter खोला , और खुश हो के बोला ,

वो बोला sir आप के लिए खुशखबरी है ,

आप के letter ने "Printing mistake" पकड़ी है ,

मैंने कहा boss अब देर न लगाएं ,

और मुझे मेरा actual amount बताएं ,

sorry sir ये mistake just by एक्सीडेंट है ,

बीस rupaye नहीं , दो rupaye आप का increment है ,

मैं क्या करूं आप को ये बताते हुए मेरा dil रो रहा है ,

पर क्या करें dollar का भाव भी तो कम हो रहा है ,

मैं बस वहाँ खडा था , कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था ,

मुझसे ज्यादा increment तो security वाला पा रहा था ,

मैंने खुद को संभाला , खुद को उठाया ,

मैं लौटा और सीधे PM के पास आया ,

मैं सीधा उसके केबिन गया और दरवाज़ा खोला ,

इस से पहले की वो बोले , मैं ही उस से बोला ,

sir ये पैसे वापिस ले लीजिये , बात करना फीजूल है ,

मैं गरीब हूँ , पर भीख नहीं लेता ये मेरा उसूल है |.

Cheers

:P