Saturday, April 20, 2019

Ek nayi Shuruat..

Sochta tha itna, samajh me na aya ki kya thi wo baat
Mere khyalo me jaise jaan agyi ho, aur ho gyi ek nayi shuruat

Kabhi sapno me bhi sapne dekh lia karta
Kabhi apne mann se hi itna darta
Pehchaan na paya , wo tha iq ishara
Khushi me pagal tha mera mann bechara

Har taraf har jagah ek ehsaas tha kuch ajeeb sa
Adhura, anjana aur bohot kareeb sa
Jaise koi haatho me hath liye chal diya
Har wo mod har wo raasta naya

Fikr si thi aur dar se tha mai sehma hua
Na jaane bas iss safar me tujpe etbaar kar lia
Ghabrahat ki uss surang me kaafi tha andhera
Yuhi chalta raha, kya tha ab mera

Jab khud se khud ko azaad yu kara maine
Roshni ki wo chamak dikha di tune
Der hi sahi par ab toh samajh agyi hai ye baat
Tune dikha di raah muje... aur kar di ek nayi shuruat.....




Saturday, January 30, 2016

Aatish



It was a normal day in the remote town of Tobane in Lyria. The streets bore a deserted look, with damaged buildings in the background that had random graffiti and posters. There was an eerie silence filled with occasional gunshots and echoes of distant explosions. The people of the town had almost the same expressions.  Nobody thought about the next hour, leave aside the next day or next week. The official channels of supply for food and essential goods had been cutoff for almost a year now. All the public institutions had been destroyed and reduced to dust or serving as ammunition depots. This was a normal walk for Ali every day, who would go out in search of bread and water to feed his family. He walked at a very balanced pace, as walking too fast would make him a probable target for the sniper wolves hiding everywhere. Walking too slow was certainly not an option. He knew this because he had been on the other side, supplying food and ammunition every day to the ‘freedom fighters’. His elder brother had been in one of the buildings when rocket strikes obliterated the entire area.
Ali was wading through the streets filled with spent cartridges, propaganda pamphlets and ripped shreds of clothes with dried blood stains. He met his old uncle on the way, who told him to be careful, waving a piece of paper in the local language. The headlines read ‘Gritain joins the Lyria War, will begin air strikes soon’. The news was always 2 or 3 days late in his town. He was not shocked, as it was already raining fire from the skies every day, and this was just one more cloud. Ali took the last turn for his home, when he heard a distant whistling sound in the sky, which kept on increasing as he walked further. Before he could look up, there was a huge explosion and an ear numbing shrill echo followed. There was darkness, mixed with smoke, rubble and dust. Down the street, where his house stood, among many others, the ground was flattened. There was nothing left but a huge crater with all the debris falling into it, as if a black hole had been created. The entire neighborhood was wiped off, and nothing was left. As he gained back his hearing, all he heard was the incessant sound of the burning debris and small concrete pieces raining from the sky. All he could see was the ash and dust flying on his face. He was out of emotions, as if the black hole sucked those too.
The next morning when he woke up, he found himself lying inside a small house. There were a couple of motionless bodies lying next to him. For a moment, it felt as If he was in a mortuary and this was an afterlife experience. Before he could look around more, a lady appeared, and announced very clearly in local language, “You seem to be fine now, there are only minor injuries. You were really lucky, nobody survived in the whole block. We are sorry about your loss but there is no place left here now, we have to attend to other people, please leave in the next hour”. He had no choice but to leave, he thanked his saviors and started walking towards his street. He kept questioning himself, if he was really lucky. He decided to go back and check if there were any hopes of finding his family. The walk was on the same path that he had taken one day before, but things had changed. He was unstable and his walk was slow, but he was no more afraid. His mind was confused between the past and present. Was it the same day? Was he still having a nightmare? May be his mother would come and wake him up or his kid brothers would come and start irritating him. But as he approached closer to the street, the scene of devastation woke him up.  He could not have even imagined this in the worst of his dreams. He was standing at the same spot where he was standing last day. The fire was still raging and the old wood from the houses had turned into crackling pieces of coal. He looked through the thick cover of ash and smoke. With his head bent down, he approached closer. He couldn’t breathe and it was getting hotter. But He kept looking with his watery eyes, in search of his mother, the small kids, the house and the neighborhood. He kept staring and started blowing very hard to clear the smoke, until a very strong hand landed on his back. This was followed by a loud and angry voice, ‘Ali, aatish… aatish (coal fire), table 7. The jolt was so hard that for a moment, he felt more heat on his back than the hot holder full of burning coal. The sonic boom brought him back through time, to an uptown Nargile (Hukka) CafĂ© in a tourist city far far away from his small street in Lyria. Hiding his tears in the smoke, He quickly started walking towards table No. 7, where a group of Gritish tourists was waiting anxiously to relish the exquisite flavored smoke…


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The demon inside me...


It was the Autumn of 2007 , when I first felt a pinching pain in my lower back . The pain soon spread to pelvic joints and before I could realize , I was limping . The pain slowed me down in  daily activities and finally one day my walking. It was somehow registered so strongly in my mind, that I would not even stand properly thinking one wrong footfall might invoke the demon.

I was in one of the most coveted jobs in the country , may be I should not even call it a job, it was indeed a dream. The schedule demanded extreme levels of physical fitness , so I kept ignoring the pain and took strong painkillers. I was not destined to stop , I was not destined to be defeated. The ego inside me never made me disclose this fact to any one , even my parents. Yes, I conquered it and the pain almost became a part of my body. Then after a long, gruesome and painful wait of 4 months , I had my vacations lined up. I came back home and everything was going well. My mom saw me and kept asking me , If all was ok . May be she could see the real pain in my eyes. I tried to convince her and finally hit my bed after dodging any direct eye contact with her.

The next morning was very different from what I expected on that chilly winter morning . Temperature was well below 10 degrees. My dad came to the room , and just like the old days , took away the quilt to wake me up . And just like the old days , I reacted . But the reaction this time was limited to my facial expressions.
I had no control on my legs , I just could not move them. I thought it was the cold or may be the pain killer , I took secretly the previous night. It was as if , My lower body was nailed to the bed. I turned pale, my father immediately realized and tried to check. I moved , but the demon had grown beyond my expectations. The sheer pain that day , was almost as If I had been shot. This was the start of my affair with something called as Anklyosing Spondylitis (yeah , I know it sounds German). After all , I never settled for something less complicated in life , then why this. :)

I had numerous consultations, was diagnosed from slip disk to sacrolitis to even Spine TB. But the Satan was still there and I had no relief. I lost my job, my dream as I told. It's altogether a different story , let's not get there.The whole ordeal made me weak day by day, I started losing on confidence and became an introvert, what I had never been. I had finally succumbed to the intense mental pressure that It gave me.  I started working again and the pain clung on me like a parasite, sucking away my energy and happiness. This is a very funny disorder really , the actual episode of  pain comes early morning between 4-6 am , stops at sunrise , and that's one of the main reasons , I feel it is actually a demon. Any ways , days went by and then years , I kept going , somehow the fighting spirit inside me was strong enough. Everyday , every morning , I would just moan in pain , standing , sleeping , sitting , stretching , nothing would bring it down. But I swallowed it all and finally got a doctor who understood and diagnosed me correctly. To me , he was almost the holy priest who was sent from Vatican to exorcise the demon. He controlled it with some good medicines, and the suggested exercises. But by this time , the damage had been done . My eyes were hit because of the inflammation (Strange that something in the back can make do that but yes its true). It took a toll on my tummy also, and I recently went through an operation.

But now , on this day when I am writing this , I am doing much better . I run , go to gym (occasionally) and enjoy riding my enfield. Whenever I counter this pain , I hit back with a controlled schedule of yoga, meditation and exercises. The more it attacks , the more I do in return to retaliate. It's more of a psychological battle everyday , because the pain brings me down in confidence. It forces me to go back, but I keep pushing myself every second ,  in every step that I take ,in  every word that I speak and in every thought that comes to my mind. I am highly grateful to the almighty , for keeping that light of hope inside my heart always. Whenever I start giving up or complain , he gives those clues which bring me back.

If you have read till this point , the objective was not to tell you about my pain and suffering but to spread awareness about this rare disorder. I finally gathered courage to write it down , as It might help somebody, somewhere , someday....

Let me put down the symptoms which might occur :

1. Starts with a pinching pain in the pelvic joints/lower back.
2. Shifts suddenly to the other side of the joint in a month or so. (duration might vary)
3. You can't lie down flat on your back
4. Early morning stiffness to the point , that you cant even turn or bend or even stand straight.
5. Uveitis (Simply put , extreme redness of eye) . Might be severe and impair your vision for few days.
6. All these symptoms would happen over a period of time and it would be difficult to establish a connection. In most cases , it takes a lot of time to actually confirm that these are because of the disorder.


What you should do ,If you have these symptoms :
1. Get  HLA-B27 test done. (That's the real culprit , some gene thing)
2. If positive, go to a rheumatologist or a trusted Orthopaedic doctor or a Spine specialist.
3. Don't hide your pain or start living with it by taking painkillers.
4. Last but not the least , ask me , I might help.

Take care !

“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”


Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Yaari...



Kal tak toh thi aisi yaari
har waqt , har jagah baatein itni saari

Khwaish bhi thi saath me hamare
Wo reh jaati thi dono k sahare

Yuhi fir khwab bhi hamare dost ban gaye
Wo le aaye kisse fir naye naye

Khusbhuyo se bhar gya  zindagi ka ye baagh
Naye rang agaye , aisa tha kuch uss yaari ka aaghaaz

Fir ek din , udasi ke badalo ne khayalo ko yu ghera
Khwaish ne hamare hi haato me dum toda

Sab bikhar hi gya uss din se yuhi
Khwab b saare kho gaye kahi

Abb yuhi reh gaye hum toh tanha
Khayalo ne aaj tak kuch na kahaa

Seekh lo zindagi se ye sabak ae yaaro
Udaasi jo ghere , apni khwaish ko na maaro
Khayalo se bana k rakho yarana
Aur jo bhi ho, apne khwabo ko bhul na jaana










Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A set of clues



I stopped believing the very word which makes us fear
It was a thought that was indeed very clear

For you planted the saplings of agony and pain
They bore fruits of poison again and again

You made me fall and left me with nothing
I lost faith , gave up hope and started sulking

For I believed my path was decimated by your might
You were there above, laughing on my plight

I didn't want to ask a favor , thought it would be a shame
I was never a beggar as I assumed you would claim

I decried any holy presence , its nothing but a farce
All the faith ,its just for wasting a few hours

And then , in one of the daily skirmishes of faith
I realized there was something hidden , it was not a myth

It was a clue which led to one more way
I just followed and it made my day

I know you now, you are nothing but a bunch of clues
With this now in my head I hereby offer truce

What do you say , If I acknowledge you are real
Faith I would cultivate you just give me a good deal

For I don't want to ponder more , I don't want to lose
All that I need now is the correct set of clues...

Friday, March 1, 2013

Ek baras k saathi hum...


Ek baras k saathi hum , saath me yu chal diye..
Mil gayi manzillen , ban gaye naye raaste

khwabo k saathi hum , yuhi mil gaye
Sath aisa bana ki khwab dekhe naye naye

Waqt chalta raha ,Yaade banti gayi
Har din ki kahani hoti thi nayi nayi
Baato hi baato me  raate aise katati rahiii
raate ab yaad hai yaad hai ab bas wahiiii

Dard bhi kam na the , sab baat kar seh liye
Khushiyo me beh gaye , har lamha aise jiye
Har din ek nayi baat , har din ek  wajah mili
Armano ke gulista'n me ek nayi kali roz khili

Raahe hai  ab toh alag , manzilen bhi badal rahi
Jo ye pal the kal tak , ab kal honge nahi
Saath me le jayenge ye pal aur saare lamhe
Fir Saja lenge inko  yaado ke aanchal me

Ek baras k saathi hum , saath me yu chal diye...
mil gayi manzillen , ban gaye naye raaste













Friday, October 19, 2012

Boondo se...


Boondo se bane the badal ek pal me baras gaye
bhatke hum , nayi manzilen aur ab humsafar naye

Aankho me sahej ke rakhe the kuch lamhe
aansuo me ab wo na jaane kab miley

Khushiya toh pehle dhundha hi nahi karte the
Ab khush hone ke khayal se hi hain darte

Safar pe chale the lagta hai jaise ki kal
Bas inhi yaado me nikalta hai har pal

Sochte hai ki inko qaid kyu nahi kar sakte
Pal ye tapakti boondo se hai lagte

Inhi boondo se fir bante hai badal ,yuhi baras jaate hai
Chalna seekhte hi hai ki raaste badal jaate hai