Lunch

One day in my usual best, sleeves rolled up, napkin on hand to help my ‘kin’ to wake me up in case I end up taking a ‘nap”, I guess that’s what napkins are for. Pahadey papad or simply a mountain of papads, Rice and Sambar with a frugal drop of ghee, for those of you who are not blessed enough on their tongues to acknowledge the supreme taste, supreme-er than the taste of chicken supreme pizza, this culinary delight is a gastronomical surprise with few explosion that take place even after 2 hours of indulgence with gaseous results which is often misinterpreted as a fat man’s fart, pahadey papad is simply a delight.
While in my tryst with this set meal I looked up towards the roof simply to hold back my mucolytic nose from dripping down, its actually an expert’s maneuver to not let that drip down, it also gives an interrupting heavenly indulgence, you will realize this only when you surrender fully to divine offering that’s in your plate. But this time, I really was interrupted with what I saw on the wall, No, it wasn’t a lizard it was a idiotic box which once was a pride of every drawing room( I never saw a envious neighbour though) has now lost a million tones of weight from all sides due to over indulgence and now hangs quietly on a wall, thin and boring. Boring, but not this time, they were airing a footage of a shoe that actually thrown on the president of USA, more so in a press conference!!!

What a marvelous piece of work! FBI and CIA had to train Mr.Muntadar al-Zeidi properly, oh yes, he is a CIA agent, give him a press identity card, make him sit at a perfect position, shoe had to be size 10, (I have been informed Mr.Zeidi wears size 9, his actual size!) it had to be Turkish make (after all they sponsored the event), a Javelin thrower( a Russian Olympic gold medalist) trained him because distance to a subject is directly propositional to weight of the object and velocity is inversely propositional to lenght of the arm and its swing,,, where does all this lead to? Inexplicably simple, it was all a set up!!! You are asking me ‘why?’ My reply is ‘why not?’, CIA were after him for a long time, here ‘him’ is Mr Bush and FBI was planning it over every candle lit dinner!!! When his first term was over, he wanted an extension! They coxed him to go with a promise to get him a house on the beach with a peach porch and a pink sherry to drink, Stars within reach on a clear blue sky, Dinners by the sea with a flickering-ly lit up candle light, days in the sun, absorbing as much of sun and sweat, full with a set of interestingly idiot audience with an IQ slightly higher than that of a monkey to applause on his every antic... ALT –CTRL –DEL !!! The idea didn’t workout cause he wanted a pink Cadillac as well! . Monkey of a man that he is, he winked at it as he winked at the queen of Great Britain. Won he second term to office with full support of unwitty votes. So, why now? After at this time? now he wants the the white house painted in pink! because, long after he is gone he wants history to be written about him and he be known as a man of peace and love. Insensitive to sensibilities of common sense, what exactly is common sense for that matter? , With his legendary attention span which is estimated to be slightly lower than a fish's, explains us many unexplained questions on how commonsense does not work. my boggled brain still does not accept the unrealistically curvious and jarringly kinky attitude of Ape Man-read Mr.Bush.

He simply screwed up my sinful indulgence and turned it into ordinary lunch.I had made elaborate arrangements for this day, had arranged for a prepaid taxi to pick me up, I don't eat a Meal and drive, safety first!! Totally disappointed, Cold yogurt with sugar could not console me. I decided to wage a war with my self and repeat this delightful expedition again, but this time television will be in snooze mode and Bush will no more be in the White House.

Kabsey

Youn hota to kaya hota?

यौन होता तो काया होता?

Mein na hota to kaya hota?

में न होता तो काया होता?

Youn mein na hota,Youn firagh e subaha no hotee

यौन में न होता, यौन फिरघ ऐ सुबह नो होती,

Youn naumeed shaam na hotee,

यौन नौमीद शाम न होती,

Youn ruswa mein na hota
यौन रुसवा मेंन होता,

Na janey kab sey hoon mein na umeed.

न जाने कब हूँ में न उम्मीद.

Na jaaney kaab woh subah hogi jis key muntezir har raat namm ankh sey katt ti hai.

न जाने काब वोह सुबह होगी जिस के मुन्तेय्जिर हर रात नाम् आंख से कट टी है.

Na janey kabsey,

न जाने कबसे

Kabsey!

कबसे !

Hope

If you don't see light at the end of the tunnel, its probably a moonless midnight, just hold on, you are about to see a beautiful sunrise.

Tanha

Awara hain anjaani gale-oon may , Dhoond tey hain najaney kaya,
Na koi tamnna, na koi manzil,
Kohrey mein doobey huvey andhereyon mein azad mehsoos kartey hain,
Mein aur may ri tanhayee.

Jaag-tey hain sari raat talsh-e tanhai mein, na janey din mein kiss-sey chhup tey phir tey hain,
baatein kartey hain ek dusrey sey , dilasa dey ley-tey hain,
bus mein aur may ri tanhayee, aur koun hamey pheychaneyga in masroof shahir-on mein.

Muskuratey hainn, haas deytey hain, kahbi roo deytey hain,badi dilchaps guftagu hoti hai ,
Mein aur meyri tanhai.
Har Jata hain har bar apni tanhayee key agey.

Mein aur meyri tanhayee.

Journey

One day I left my home as a 'Tourist' to visit a distant land just to take a picture of me smiling into the camera , standing among few other tourist.
Its been 6 years now and more but the journey never ends, each passing day I stumble upon a new crossroad, a new direction, a new journey, a new temptation.

Lost in the diversity only to be saved by smiles of strangers, spell bound by beautiful faces I continue my journey , no more a tourist, no more a novice, just another traveler, I continue my journey just because I see a crossroad and roads that never end, the thirst that never quenches, the faces that never stop facinating (sorry if I had stared you at an airport, in a train , on the street)

The journey will never end, cause there is no destination, journey is the food of a traveller
There will always be a road less traveled.


I discovered, I discovered as I traveled, that we are all nomads, the world has seen dramatic changes in the last couple of centuries but still man remains a nomad, still searching for the unknown, unknown horizons, unkown cultures, unknown human faces. Its strange that the more I search the more I know of the fact of how little I know.
How little I know about me, about life, about the horizon beyond.
I search.

You may not believe me.

You may call me a dreamer, You may call me a Nomad, a Aimless Fool, I am not alone, one day you will surely join us.
You may wonder, you may laugh, a joke of a life u may say.....I am not alone, one day you will surely join us.
You may say I am Crazy, You may say I am stupid, a lost case. but,I am not alone, one day , you will surely join us.
If u see the world like i have seen it, You may believe me.

Grown Up

It rained when I wanted it to,
they said school's closed due to rain.
Sun always shone bright when I wanted to play,
they said it's summer.
No more reflections in the mirror that i know,
Am I loosing touch....?
I guess I have grown up.

Running along a rail track, chasing aeroplanes,
Mesmersing ant chains, ....incredible game of star gazing.....
are there still stars in the sky??
Am I loosing touch?
I guess I have grown up.

Strangers don't smile at me anymore,
possibly I have turned invisible.
Shadows don't excite me, I guess light bulbs have gone too bright,
I don't even know if I still cast a shadow..

I owned a bank, an aeroplane, a train with tracks and a fully functional railway junction,
a football stadium with not one but two teams....
Now,I guess I have grown up.