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When I am on a project ,the bar of expectations and courage for myself raises its level and I become an underdog to me.I feint sometimes in leisure but the voice inside,aloud and noisy one makes me feel impertinent time and again  and I come back on track.

आखिरी बूँद

आखिरी बूँद

आँखों के किनारे से  

निकली

इक धारा

                                            

सूखी मिटटी


को


सौंध कर


सौंधी हवा में तैरकर


पहुंची


उसके पास


जो बैठा था कहीं


अँधेरे में,


किसी सन्देश के इंतज़ार में.I


सूख गयी थी


उसकी आँखें


और रुकी पड़ी थी

सांसें I


एक याचना थी

न जाने किस्से

कि


उनके बंद होने से पहले

उसके छुअन का

एहसास


हो जाए एक बार,


उसके ख्यालों में


और उन्ही बंद आँखों में


वो


समेट ले


वे सारे पल,


जो कभी उसने साथ बिताये I


छोटे


,रंगीन


,मजबूत


पल I


हवा की उसी चादर ने


लपेटा उसे I


जिसके भारीपन से


जिसके गीलेपन से


पूरी हो गयी थी


उसकी आस I

वो चल कर आई,                                                          


उसके बालों को सहलाया,


बैठी कई घंटे


और बातें की


उसने


सारी


जो कहना चाहा था


हमेशा I


हथेली खाली नहीं थी इस बार I


उसके हाथों को गहा उसने


काफी देर,

सुनता रहा


उसकी आवाज़


देखता रहा


उसे ,


जैसे


रखना चाहता था


उसके सौंदर्य को


अपने अन्दर I


हवा के चादर ने कसा उसे


और


उसके सौन्धायी खुसबू


में खो गया वो I

आँखें खुली

तो

वो जा चुकी थी

और

वह कसा जा रहा था I

चादर की सिलवटों में

उसकी सांसें भी

कसी जा रही थी I

वो फिर दिखी

आखिरी बार

पर न जाने क्यूँ

रोये जा रही थी

और न जाने क्यूँ

उसके आँखों के किनारे से भी

निकल गयी

इक बूँद

आखिरी I

"friends"

I met 'friends' when I was at the end of my second year of graduation before my results came out.I was pretentiously bit tensed for the grades since I had some backlogged experiences on my scale.I really studied quite hard and experimentally to venture into my subjects .Truely speaking that coarse of my study was till now the most rejoicing and resourceful journey which paid too.Anyways after my exams got over I needed something great to chillout and relax,something light and fresh.Here at this time I met those "6" of them:Phoebe Buffay,Joe Tribiyani Racheal Green,Ross keller,Monica Keller,and Chandeler Bing/Beng .Actually while mentioning their names here I tried so many combinations to have them in the order of my favouritism towards them,but this made no sense because  each one of them are unique and antique and precious in their own ways.They introduced joviality into our lives,no matter what and no matter where we are and in what mood.They have made us familiar better to say now after leaving our dear ones,reminded us the essence of all emotions and plays and acts in friendship that makes it greatest of all:be it gossips,secrecy,mockings,legpulling,jealousy,care,tenderness,empathies,standing for ones,togetherness,understanding:everything that is in human nature that decides how good friends we are and this way how blessed we are.At the end despite all fights and wrangles they stayed friends which was great to watch.
Even now whenever I have nothing to do or we are in melancholy the greatest cheerleader is 'friends'.I don't know how many times I have seen them but I can say that often in public or in journeys or whenever my mind has got slots empty they come in and a smile stretches on my face remembering their stories and laughters.
let us have a featured discussion over the friends'characters so far we have known them.

PHOEBE BUFFAY: ahhh she is too abstract and spontaneous.She cracks her words like a true owner of them and says for sure what she really thinks.Her weird family background wherein her mother killed herself and ursulla ,her sister weirder than her adds to the special effect in phoebeism.She never makes people unhappy no matter if she has to lie .she extremely loves living beings and considers trees,ants and other neglected entities to be most lively and soulful.Her songs are amazingly karaoketic and she rhymes her lines the way she wants.some of her songs that I remember are:merry cristmas song where she takes the names of all her friends and they repeat for her,smelly cat song where she got a chance to videofeatured herself apart from Joe in the group,chandeler-monica weding song trials.The way she brainwashes people entirely with a different line of approach by her unique arguments and momentary the most justified points of view can make anybody morally and mentally cripple.That person is compelled to think twice and Phoebe's remarks create a question mark on their lifelong intelligence.
The way she slyly turns the coarse of events towards her wish without the awareness of anyone is also great,like once when she brought  monica and rachael back on track when they where fighting over leaving the apartment for chandeler moving in.She does what she really want to without any fiction and when caught polishes with a nice coat of her words.  
When she started jogging with Rachael her style was raw but nice,she sees the most obvious things and walks unconventionally thus solely according to her.

collation:let us eat together........

A bon appetite and a gourmand pleases a chef a lot to his heart and creates an unending urge to cook and serve more and more.The tastes that get mixed and everytime prepare a new cuisine make one relieved of all fatigue.

 

 

two eyes....

"Tears in the eyes may be less painful than a fake smile on the face....

if only eyes could see differently:one only woes and other the grace..

The mind behind and the heart beneath justifies for the eventual caprice...


perplexed is the being for what he sees is not for peace.........."

clarities............

One perennial confusion since early days of mine between "biannual " and "biennial"....I got it this time...........
centennial celebration of grannies must be grand to be in ,learning their experiences through an age if we may call seeing changes in people,society ,culture and scenario.
Sometimes I fear that I would end up as a pedestrian without any convivial thoughts and vivid desires but the moment I look up for my renewal of activities chronically in my routine,I relax.

in search of a guide............

Quotidian habits ruled by heart,

when look for mercy and lie aside.

I pine for the sky to bulge down a little,

to get on one roof and look for a guide.