My beautiful TULIP

This Blog is dedicated to the most beautiful soul in my life...on our 10th anniversary.....


२५ डिसेंबर २००० की रात थी...यही कोई ९- ९:३० बजे थे...हल्का-हल्का सा कोहरा पड़ रहा था और ठंड भी तेज़ थी...मैं अपने कुछ दोस्तों के साथ क्रिस्मस के लिए दक्षिणी दिल्ली मे था. हम कुछ १०-१५ लोग थे जिनमे से मैं सिर्फ़ २ लोगों को जनता था. मैं अपने दो दोस्तों के बीच बैठा था की अचानक मेरी नज़र सामने खड़े लोगों पर पड़ी और मैने देखा की वहाँ सफेद कपड़ो मे खड़ी नीली आखों वाली एक सुंदर सी लड़की मुस्कुरा रही थी. मैने उसको देखा और बस देखता ही रह गया कुछ पलों के लिए तो मैं भूल चुका था की लोगों के बीच मे हूँ....लगा जैसे वहाँ बस २ लोग है ...१ मैं और १ वो. जब कुछ देर बाद मुझे होश आया तो मैं उससे बात करना चाहता था पर हिम्मत नही हुई की उसके पास जाकर उससे कुछ कह सकूँ. अभी मैं इन सब के बारे मे सोच ही रहा था की वो परी (क्यूंकी लड़की तो वो लग ही नही रही थी) मेरे सामने आकर खड़ी हो गयी और मुझसे कहा " यह मेरा favorite गाना है. मेरी तो जैसे मन की मुराद पूरी हो गयी थी या शायद सांता ने मुझे क्रिस्मस का तोहफा दिया थ.पर जो भी था बहुत अच्छा था. उसके बाद हमने काफ़ी देर तक बात की या मैं यूँ कहूँ की हमने बस एक-दूसरे से ही बात की. मैं तो जैसे भूल ही गया था की मैं यहाँ किसके लिए आया थ. काफ़ी देर तक बातें करने के बाद हमने एक साथ खाना खाया और फिर कुछ देर बाद वो वहाँ से अपने दोस्तों के साथ वापस चली गयी.
मुझे नही पता था की ये कुछ ही देर की मुलाकात हमारी ज़िंदगी बदलने वाली थी. ये मेरे लिए मेरी सबसे अच्छी शाम थी जिसे मैं कभी नही भूल सकता.

आज फिर वही २५ डिसेंबर है...आज फिर कई सालों के बाद मेरे दोस्त मेरे साथ हैं और अब जब क़ि मैं ये ब्लॉग लिख रहा हूँ तो वो मेरे पीछे बैठ कर मेरा साथ दे रहे हैं.....आज के दिन मैं इससे ज़्यादा और कुछ नहीं लिखना या कहना चाहता.

सांता सबको क्रिस्मस का सुंदर सा तोहफा दे और भगवान सभी का कल्याण करे.....

Uttam Sharma ....

Train to Patna: My Friend's wedding

20 November 2010 the day for which I was waiting since last six months. I had to attend my friend’s wedding in Patna and was having a train to Patna at 5:30 in the evening. I left home aroud 7 in the morning that day for Noida as I had an important meeting with someone. Meeting took a long time than I expected and I went out from their at 3:30 in the afternoon. Then I started my bike and Left for Delhi. It took me almost 35 minutes to cover a distance of 48 Km from Noida to my home and I assure you it was really scary driving bike @100Km/Hr.

Somehow I managed to reach at home and mom was ready with my luggage packed and a cup of tea in her hand. It took me some time there and then left home at 4:40 to catch the train from New Delhi Railway Station which was at least one hour away from that place. Then I asked to one Autowala to drop me at a nearby metro station and he asked for ` 120 (usually it takes ` 70-90 for that place). I told him that I will give him `200 but the necessory and sufficient condition is that he will drop me at metro station in 15 minutes maximum (usually it takes 25-30 minutes for an auto to reach at that place). He agreed and he made a Jet of his auto and droped me at the metro station in 10 minutes. On the way he broke almost all the red lights fearlessly as I instructed him that I will pay for any fine.In between I was also talking to my friend to make sure that if I miss the train then I couls get an air ticket for the night or next day morning.

From metro station I took a ticket and was running upstairs to catch the train and fell down twice and my knees wounded. But in the end I caught the metro and it took 15 minutes to drop me at another metro station near NDLS. Ffrom their I hired a Riksha for the station and he droped me at NDLS at 5:20.

Now the real fight started. I did not know the status of my train and it was long queue on the Enquiry window. I straightaway enterd in the station and reached at the Plateform No. 16 (last plateform) by croosing all the bridges and it was 5:30 by my clock. Then I asked people over there about my train and then somebody replied me that this train is late by more than 5 hours. I can not write about my reaction here but I am sure you all are intelligent enough to guess that.

Finally the train started at 11:50 in the evening, late by 6 hours and I was completely tired and frustated at that time. The only happiness in the heart was that finally I am going to attend the wedding of my friend.

Wish you a very happy married life Snigdha and Sandy J

How to Survive a Long distance relationship.

Hi Friends, It’s almost 3 long months since I wrote my last blog. Today suddenly one of my friends told me that I do own some space on the blogspot and I should use that space of mine.So here I am back to the blog business.

So this blog is for you my friend and for all those people who are fighting for surviving their long distance relationships.

According to Wilkipedia A long-distance relationship is typically an intimate relationship that takes place when the partners are separated by a considerable distance. Hmmm that’s the technicle one... I would define it by saying that sometimes people find themselves in situations where they have to part from the one they love or really like. People move because of work, school and other uncontrollable circumstances. Long distance relationships ….well nobody likes that for sure but sometimes you have to face it.

Long distance relationship is just like any average relationships where two people care for each-other, love each-other and share a dream to be united at some point of time in life.but at the same time it does have its differences as well that they can’t see each other on a frequent note , can’t feel the touch of each other, they can’t hold their hands, they can’t see into each-other eyes….ohhh sounds horrible na….but that’s the LTR is all about. Chatting, Mailing and Calling are the only options left with you.

Its very hard to survive an LTR but lets try to find out some ways to handle it because you can change your lifestyle if you can’t change your destiny.So here are some ways to survive your relationships.

Do things together

Try to do the small things together like watching your favorite movie on TV or visiting a temple at the same time etc. It will help you and would feel like that you are not so far away from each other.

Communicate in some different ways

Talking on cell phone is not a very good idea of communication as it may become dull sometimes in these kinds of situations. Some sweet gestures like a small text sms in a day would do the wonders instead of a 45 minutes call. Writing a letter to your partner would be the best way to rejenuvate the relationships as it gives a feeling of touch when you read the letter in the handwriting og your partner and it feels special even in the age of FACEBOOKs and TWITTERs.

Talk about your future with each other

Discussing that how you're going to get to that point where you would be living together will help you prove to each other that the relationship is going somewhere and that your efforts and frustrations are not in vain.

Visit when get a Chance

You need to see each other up close and personal every chance you get. For example a visit to watch a movie together or meeting on one’s birthaday would give you strength to survive your relationship.

Have trust in your partner

Trust is a major necessity if you wish to have your relationship from a distance. Without trust and honesty, the relationship is in for danger and unsuccessfulness, just as it would be any other relationship.

These are some of the ways to spice up your long term relationships.

Most of the time people think that LTRs have no future and these can’t be sucecessfull in the long run but that is just a misperception. The truth is that a long distance relationship has just as much a chance of succeeding as any other relationship. It only needs a little extra care and efforts from both of the side.

On this note I would like to finish up with all my GYANs and all the very best to all those people who are engazed in an LTR. Put some extra efforts and you would love it.

May God Bless You.

India @ 63 ....like never before

There was an advertisement on television where an energetic old man effortlessly runs and catches a bus, making a lady exclaim: “60 साल के बूढ़े या 60 साल के जवान (60 years old or 60 years young )”?

Replace the man with India and you will love the words, even if they had failed to attract you then.

The general debate might hang on the point that INDIA is now 63 years old grumpy uncle and its time to sum up the life lived, But I beg to differ , while most of us are tagged as senior citizen at 63 , it doesn’t even remotely apply to countries. I think the age of a country best measured in decades or centuries. In those terms a 6 decade old country is a child who has learned to express herself in a chaotic world, which has had enough of baby steps and now ready to take giant strides. Today India is a young and ‘ raring to go ‘ nation like never before.

We have taken firm steps into every conceivable arena and have proved that we are champion gladiators.After all, how would you describe a journey from a country being called a land of Snake charmers to a nation which houses the world’s largest democracy, produces the world’s cheapest car, is the 2^nd fastest growing economy in the world, 3 of whome people are among world’s 10 richest people and the list is endless.

India with its young citizen is a youngster when compared to many other countries . Not a single country has ever performed so well at such a young age like INDIA. If talking of USA do not forget it took them more than 300 years from independence to get to where they are now and we took only 60 years to deliver.

Another remarkeble and youthfull aspect of INDIA is the individual creative geniusness. We are leaders in IT, doing well in Retail and Real Estate, biggest consumer market in the world, and most importantly India has been a role model for multi-cultural democracy. Today world loks at India as a super power. Every move that India makes is watched keenly and be followed.

But still the general comments tended to broader on the reasons why we must be ashamed of ourselves. They all seemed obsessed with the long meandearing cues, blaring horns, habit of spitting everywhere except the spitoons, alarming crime rate, corruption, inflation and the list seems endless. Accepted there is disgusting filth and squalor in our environment but not all countries are perfect  उसे पर्फेक्ट बनाना पड़ता है 

(we have to make it perfect).

For all those sceptics who still have a list of all that is still undone and tottering let me go on a bit more. Agreed that there is still a lot to be done, but the efforts are commendeble. What do you applaud something that is alredy existing or the level of productive effort. It is insane to applaud a 4^th or 5^th PC in an American home. This applause should be for the first PC in an INDIAN village.

India is fortunate to have 600 million youth out of a billion people. We are doing very well and time has come now for us to make our country righteous. Rightousness comes out of good character, evolution of good character leads to harmony and harmony brings the people to become enlighten citizen and enlighten citizens lead the planet earth to a perfect world.

In the end I would Like to say that all the transformations and changes we have seen in our country is jost the one part of the movie and this movie is yet to be finished. पिक्चर अभी बाकी है मेरे दोस्त ||

कुछ दिल से ........

उसके ख्वाबों ने मेरी रातों से नींदें माँगी , और मैने पलकों मे उसका चेहरा छुपाए रखा
और ना हो जाए वो मेरी नज़रों से ओझल ,इस खातिर हर शब मैने खुद को जगाए रखा ||

दिल मेरा आज उदास बहुत है, इस पर तू अपना कोई पैगाम ही लिख दे
ना लिखे अपना नाम तो ना सही, मेरे नाम तू कोई इल्ज़ाम ही लिख दे ||

क्यों आज फिर से गम-ए-तन्हाई है, क्यों आज फिर इस दिल को याद तेरी आई है
ये तो अश्क है जो आखों से मेरी निकले हैं, और सब खुश है की आज फिर बरसात आई है  ||

कभी ख्वाब बनकर इन आखों मे आओ , तो कभी खुश्बू बनकर मेरी साँसों मे समा जाओ
सूरज की रोशनी बनो दिन के उज़ालों मे , और बन के माहताब का नूर मेरी रातों मे जगमागाओ ||

याद आतें है वो हँसी भरे लम्हे , और याद आता है वो ज़ुल्फो का ठंडा साया भी मुझको
बस यादें ही मिली मुझे जीने क लिए , ना जाने किस खाक से खुदा ने है बनाया मुझको ||

My First Crush.....

I saw her yesterday after so many years. I was going to meet somebody and suddenly a lady came before me and said “Hi Uttam, How are you?”...and I was like dumb completely. I was just staring at her face. Then after a minute, when I regained my senses, I replied her with a smiling face.

I saw her she was looking very beautiful in light orange colour saree (as beautiful as she used to look many years back). Then I saw a man was standing besides her and she introduced him to me as her HUSBAND. I was shocked that when did she marry. She was my primary class Teacher.

I met her first time ,when I was in second standard ,when I rejoined the school after summer vaccations. She was our new teacher. I liked her a lot. When she walked into the class and was introduced to us, my heart skipped a beat. There standing before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I was instantly in "love"(I guess). After a couple of years of knowing her , I began to develop a big crush on her.I was talking to her most of the time.I used to hope that she would like me as well and was always too afraid to tell her .

The crush started off innocently enough but grew as the months went by. I was called the teacher's pet because she always asked me to clean the chalk boards and hand out papers.I always sat in the first row in her classes and sometimes even removed the other students from their seats to sit there.There were two very beautiful muslim girls in our class, while other boys were fighting to sit with them I, sometimes, gave my seats to boys to sit there just to get myself more close with our teacher.

On one new year I argued with my muma and told her a fake story to just fetch  Rs. 50 from her (which was a big amount for me at that time) just to give a buquet to my favourite teacher which eventually I gave her ( and I reached to her home for this….also a long story..).

But then uddenly she left the school when I was in 5^th class and after that I also left that school. Although occassionly we met for some times but this time I was meeting to her after almost 7 years which is a very long time. I am very happy for her that she is happily married.

She was my first crush and you can not forget your first crush and so am I. As a beautiful saying goes

“It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone - but it takes a lifetime to forget someone”

Be proud on your friends...I am

I have heard many a times that friendship is the most important relationship in a person’s life. God blesses those people whome he loves in the form of true friends.Lucky are those people who have true friends in their lives and cursed are those who don’t understand the value of their relationship.

What a beautiful relationship friendship is. Friends do everything for us and ask for nothing xcept your smile in return. You don’t need to pick your nickname, they will give you one. It’s like we’re all tryin’ to make pets out of each other and we’re not comfortable unless they get to name us.once somebody told me that if you want to test ur friends then just Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances, although I did not try it yet because I did not need to do it.

When I look into the past in my life I find that I got few such good friends whome I did not deserve at all.They were always there for me any time when I wanted them (or did not want them). Many a times I shouted on them but in return they always gave me a beautiful smile. Being a good friend is not just about having a good time with others, it's also about how willing you are to put your friends first or point out when they're doing something you don't agree with.

The best gift my friends gave me is their time. They were always there when I needed them to be with me; no matter if it was a marriage on the same day or an exam on the next day or it is 2 a.m in the night or 5 a.m in the morning. We were just a call away from each other and then no ifs and buts were their in between us.

I would say they are the best gift that I could have ever get in my life and I am thankfull to god for this.I love them all…SAM…SANJU …BT….SIM ….you are the best people in my life. GOD bless you all .

माँ तुम बिल्कुल माँ जैसी हो..........

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.


My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.

BY~Sharon Doubiago 


S0 this one is for my mom........................


ममतामयी माँ करुणामयी माँ ,मेरी जननी मेरी माँ ,
तेरी कोख से जन्म लिया माँ. मुझको तूने धन्य किया|

पाल पोसकर बड़ा किया माँ, जीवन का निर्माण किया ,
भूल गयी अपने कष्टों को , निज़ सुत का कल्याण किया |
झांजावतो से तू टकराई ,ड्रंधता का संचार किया ,
रक्त-कण से सींचा उपवन को , कलियों का विस्तार किया |

क़ारी -अंधियारी रातों मे तूने , लोरी गा-गाकर मुझे सुलाया,
अपने आँचल मे बैठाकर , सुंदर सपनो मे मुझे झूलाया  |
खुद सोई गीले बिछोने पर , और सूखे मे मुझे सुलाया ,
सर्दी की ठंडी रातों में , अपने सीने से मुझे लगाया  |

मेरी हर आहट पर रात - रात भर जागी तू ,
मुझे आज भी याद आती है मेरे सपनो को सहलाती तू  |
मेरी हर नादानी पर , तूने मुझको डांटा - मारा भी,
मगर मुझे याद आता है, फिर तेरा छुपकर अश्क बहाना भी |

बहुत बड़ा है बहुत घना  है , माँ तेरे प्यार का ये आँचल,
इसके आगे तो छोटे लगते हैं , दुनिया के सारे सागर |
ऋण ना तेरा चुका सकूँगा माँ , क्षमा प्रार्थी ये सुत तेरा ,
जन्म - जन्म भर साथ रहेगा, बन जीवन संबल मेरा  |

जीवन की ये ज्योति मेरे संग  , सदा जलती रहे भगवान ,
आशीष रहे सदा माँ का मुझ पर, आख़िर वो है तेरी ही पहचान |

By: Uttam Sharma

A shameful Act.......

My country has been shamed once again by the dastardly act of few people. Once again the innocence, honour and prestige of a woman has been tarnished and demolished by some monsters. Once again the country where women symbolise and worship like Godess has been ashamed on the cowardly act of few people on a defenceless woman. Once again a woman has been raped in the state of brave shivaji who always respected and honoured women. Where are now the people like Thackreys who always talk on the issue of Maratha prestige? My question to them is why are they silent now, why not have they done anything to secure women in their state. 

Rapes are being reported from the capital of India and other parts with alarming regularity. Everyone from little girls - six month old children's rapes are becoming routine now - to grandmothers are raped. Age is no barrier. We have become monsters and women are not safe even in their own houses. People are waiting for a chance to abuse women in any case.  If the leading newspapers were to announce tomorrow a new disease, which over the past year, had afflicted from 3 to 4 million citizens, few would fail to appreciate the seriousness of the illness.  Rape has become a social disease especially in our country.

Many a times it has been argued that women invite rape by wearing western dresses or by mixing in with people. I strongly condemn and ridicule this theory.Under no circumstances is a woman at fault for being raped.

What do we think? Should women carry all the responsibility for making sure they are not raped? Should women be covered from head to toe and locked up in their homes, so that they are not raped? I, personally do not see any merit in these type of arguments. These are the arguments given by some people who themselves not respect women and in a way help these rapists.

A woman when raped not only suffers physically but goes through a lot of mental and social trauma after the incident. The ghost of it never leaves her throughout her life. Everytime she sees a person she sees a rapist in him. How would you face a mother whose 3 yrs old daughter has been raped, how would you console a girl who has been raped by her own father or uncle. Why only rape when a girl has been teased by some people on the road, it takes a lot of time to come her out of that shocking incident.

When I read or hear about these kinds of cases I feel what is wrong with us. Why do not we respect women? If we can not give women their due respect, then we do not have any right to disgrace and disrispect her for any damn reason. Let we do not turn up into a male chauvinist. Let we respect women as equals and change our society and nation into a great nation as the saying goes…. “Respect for a nation lies in the respect for its women”

In the end I would like to say only this ……..

नारी तुम केवल श्रद्धा हो विश्वास रजत नग पग तल में ,

पीयूष स्त्रोत सी बहा करो जीवन के सुंदर समतल में |

By:

Uttam Sharma 

वो पहली मुलाकात..........

एक मुद्दत क बाद उठाई है कलम,सोचा कुछ नई बात लिखूं .

कुछ भूली-बिसरी यादें लिखू,कुछ दिल के ज़ज्बात लिखूं .

प्यार भरे कुछ नगमे लिखूं , या गम की बरसात लिखूं 

खुशियों भरे वो दिन लिखूं या तन्हा कोई रात लिखूं .

आओ सुनाता हू तुम्हे दास्तान इक रात की,

मीठी सी कुछ बातें उस पहली मुलाकात की.

शब-ए-फुरकत मे जैसे चाँद तारों का साया था ,

ना जाने क्या सुरूर मेरे दिल-ओ-जिगर पे छाया था.

सागर की लहरों को चीर के जैसे कश्ती कोई आती है,

कुछ इस तरह वो चेहरा मेरे नज़रो के सामने आया था

ज़माने भर की नज़रों से वो मुझे जुदा सा लगा,

अजनबी था वो पर ना जाने क्यू मुझे अपना सा लगा.

उसे देख के लगा ये सच ऩही एक ख्वाब है ,

खुदा की  मेहर है कोई या माहताब है

शबनमी सितारों पे जैसे इक फूल खिला है,

लगता है मानो रब से ही कोई नूर मिला है

थी चेहरे पे उसके अजब सी मासूमियत,

आँखों मे इक शरारत थी,

वो नज़रो को उठा के पलकों का झुकना

उसकी तो हर अदा मे मानो कयामत थी.

स्नेहा का वो एक पल था

वो भी ड्रँध थी मैं सबल था

जो मैने चाहा कह ना पाया,

वो जब बोली, मैं अचल था.

ना चाहत थी अब किसी और की ,

ना ही अब किसी की आस ही थी.

वो एक शख्स मेरे साथ था ,

ना अब मुझे किसी और की तलाश थी |

एक लड़की थी.........

एक लड़की थी अनजानी सी,कुछ पगली कुछ दीवानी सी,

एक मस्त हवा का झोंका थी ,थी चंचल कोई कहानी सी |

आँखो मे उसके मस्ती थी,  हर बात पे वो यूँ हँसती थी ,

जून की तेज़ दुपहरी मे, वो बनके बरखा बरसती थी |

हर रोज खुली आँखों पे , वो सपनो को सजाया करती थी ,

एक चेहरा बनाके ख़यालों मे, वो उसे बुलाया करती थी |

लिखती थी एक नाम हथेली पर, फिर उसे मिटाया करती थी,

जाने कैसी लड़की थी वो , जो मिट्टी के महल बनाया करती थी |

प्यार ने तोड़े उसके अरमान सारे, जो वो पलकों पे सजाया करती थी,

वक़्त ने रुलाया उसे बहुत, वो लड़की , जो सबको हंसाया करती थी |

अश्कों से भीगे अपने चेहरे से, ज़ुल्फ़ो को जब वो हटा ती थी ,

सहती थी हर ग़म को वो खुद से ही , पर चेहरे से मुस्कुराती थी |

  

ये दास्तान है एक परी की , जिस पर प्यार का साया था ,

जो टूट गई थी तब से , जब किसी ने उसे ठुकराया था |

By:
Uttam Sharma and Friend

मुस्कुराना चाहता हूँ.

आज फिर दिल मेरा उदास है, आज फिर से टूटी हर एक मेरी आस है.
आज फिर से ये आँखे नम है,आज फिर इस दिल को तुझे खोने का गम है.
आज फिर आँसुओ के फसाने निकलेहैं ,मयखाने से मानो पैमाने निकले हैं.
आज फिर से दर्द-ए-तन्हाई है,आज फिर मुझे तेरी कहानी याद आई है.
आज फिर जी भर के रोया हूँ मैं, आज फिर खुदा को मुझ पर हसी आई है.
आज फिर मैं गुम हूँ, गुमसुम हूँ और गुमनाम हूँ,भूला हुआ सा कोई पयाम हूँ.
आज फिर मैं तन्हा हूँ, अकेला हूँ ,गमो से घिरा कोई बादल सरेआम हूँ.
अब तो ऊब चुका हूँ मैं यूँ रोते-रोते,काश साँसे भी छूट जाए सुबह होते-2 .
कोई तो बताए कि मेरी खता क्या है, और इस खता की अब सज़ा क्या है.
आज फिर से मैं उन लम्हो को दोहराना चाहता हूँ ,मैं जानता हूँ की खुशियाँ नही है मेरी किस्मत मे
आज मगर फिर भी, मेरे गमों पर ही सही , मैं मुस्कुराना चाहता हूँ, मुस्कुराना चाहता हूँ..

By:
Uttam Sharma

Dedications.....................

Hellooooooo Friends,
How are you doing?I am sure you must have had a colourful holi this year.My holi was mixed this time. One day was so pleasing and awe-some followed by two very long boring days.Boring because I was all alone at my house and had a awful time really. But the purpose of this blog is not to tell you about my Holi weekend but it is something else.I would say this is not just a blog-post , this time it is a dedicated post . what…..yeh I m telling you .

One of my friend is in germany for last two months and we are missing each other(Am I Right?). Today we were talking to each other (as usual boys talk) and suddenly he started singing a beautiful song from an old blockbuster movie SHOLEY. So I am writing the same song and dedicating it to my dear friend.I could have given you a video link my friends but that would not really work for me, so just read and feel the emotions behind the song.

Yeh dosti hum nahin todenge
Todenge dam magar tera saath na chhodenge
Ae meri jeet teri jeet, teri haar meri haar
Sun ae mere yaar
Tera gham mera gham, meri jaan teri jaan
Aisa apna pyaar
Jaan pe bhi khelenge, tere liye le lenge
Jaan pe bhi khelenge, tere liye le lenge
Sab se dushmani
yeh dosti hum nahin todenge
Todenge dam magar
Tera saath na chhodenge
Logon ko aate hain do nazar hum magar
Dekho do nahin
Arre ho judaa ya khafa ae khuda hai dua
Aisa ho nahin
Khaana peena saath hai
Marna jeena saath hai
Khaana peena saath hai
Marna jeena saath hai
Saari zindagi
Yeh dosti hum nahin todenge
Todenge dam magar tera saath na chhodenge.




There is one more song which I want to dedicate to all my friends.This one is the theme song of FRIENDS beautifully sung by Rembrandts. I am dedicating this song to my friends Samridhi, Sanyam,Divya,Nitin,Gurpreet,Himanshu,Snigdha,Gunjan,and all those people who have come to my life and made it so beautiful.

I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job's a joke, you're broke, you're love life's DOA.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

You're still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.
You've burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these,
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.

That, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too.

BY:
Uttam Sharma

HOLI... A Festival Of Colour Of LOVE......

Hi Folks,
Wish u a very happy and colourful HOLI. Holi is such a beautiful festival undoubtedly the most fun-filled and boisterous of Hindu festival. It's an occasion that brings in unadulterated joy and mirth, fun and play, music and dance, and, of course, lots of bright colors. Squirting colored water on passers-by, dunking friends in mud pool amidst teasing and laughter, getting intoxicated on bhaang and reveling with companions is perfectly acceptable. In fact, on the days of Holi, you can get away with almost anything by saying, "Bura Na Mano Holi Hai!”. Holi is the occasion to forget your hatred and accept everyone as friend; it is the day when heart meets with heart.

Although I have not been playing Holi for last 6-7 years but it does not mean that I don’t like this festival. I really love this festival. I started to love this festival when my NANI (grand mother) told me about the immortal love story of RADHA and KRISHNA.She told me that when Krishna complains to her mother about the fairness of Radha tha mother says him to apply colour on the radha’s face and then her complexion will change. From there on we started celebrating Holi as a festival of love. As a child this story had a great influence on me and I was completely mesmerized by the love story of Radha and Krishna.

Every person has his/her good or bad memories of holi like any other festival. I find myself lucky enough that I do not have such bad memories in my life but at the same time life is full of gud sweet old memories with my family and friends. Holi is not an unlikely case. Although I don’t play holi but I have some sweet memories of this festival with me. In my hometown Rajasthan I used to see to things on the ocassion of holi , one was DHAP and the other one is RAAS. These two are very beautiful classical dance styles very famous in those parts but in cities like delhi a very few people know about this.

As I told you that I am a great fan of Kishna I really loved the RAAS (or better word is MAHARAAS) which he did with all the Gopies and her best friend RADHA. I wanted to dance like him. So at one holi we tried to organize a MAHARASS with my Friends and families. Believe you me once it started the whole enviroment was so beautiful that it was giving a such divine feeling. Everybody was dancing with full love and joy. We did not use colour like gulal . abeer etc to play holi that day but colour of love was the only colour which was used to play holi and believe me this can be the only colour to play holi.

This was my favorite holi years back. I would like to quote few lines of that MAHARAAS song which are truly amazing…… I hope u like it and try to play holi with colour of love from next times. Lets hear it………….

Kanha re thoda sa pyar de, charno me baitha ke tar de.
O gori ghooghat utar de, prem ki bhiksha jholi me dar de.
Maya ka tumne rang aisa dala, bandhan me bandh gaya bandhne wala
Now listen this ….. simply divine and celestial……….

Aatma-parmatma k milan ka madhumas hai
Yahi MAHARAAS hai Yahi MAHARAAS hai.
Krishna komal hai Radhe Suhaas hai,
Yahi MAHARAAS hai Yahi MAHARAAS hai.
Shrishti ke Kan Kan me iska aabhaas hai,
Yahi MAHARAAS hai Yahi MAHARAAS hai
Taron me nartan phoolon me ulaas hai,
Yahi MAHARAAS hai Yahi MAHARAAS hai
Murli ki pratidhwani dishaon k pas hai,
Yahi MAHARAAS hai Yahi MAHARAAS hai.

Take care
Uttam Sharma

Kuch Dil Se (Cont)............

Aaj phir dard- E- aatish ne is dil ko jalaya hai,aaj phir wo guzra zamana yaad aaya hai,
Jisne dee apni saanso ki maheki hawaye mujhe,wo humdum wo aashna yaad aaya hai.

Ye raatein ye lamhe mujhe sone nahi dete, chahu jo rona to ye abssaar rone nahi dete,
Chahta hu k har shab tujhe khwabo me dekhu, ye aftaab khwabon me khone nahi dete.

Aasmani chaman me sitaron ke phool khile hai, Badr ne phir chandni ki barsaat ki hai,
Kyu mit ta nahi is dilka andhera, ik charaag k liye bar-2 humne aftaab se fariyad ki hai

Socha bhula du un sab yaadon ko jinse dil tadapta hai, koi tees uthti hai ek dard hota hai,
Magar jab raat aati hai teri yaad saath lati hai, tere hi khwab hote hai, teri hi baat aati hai.

Teri yaado K bina ek lamha b to guzara nahi,koi pal nhi aisa jab is dil ne tujhe pukara nahi,
Tere bin kuch yu kat rahi hai zindagi,kashti b hai,mohazzin b hai par door talak Kinara nahi.

Aakhon me rahta hai tu mere dil me basta hai,Khwab banke roj meri Neendo me sajta hai,
Ab to har khwab b fariyaad karta hai,ek bar to dekhe wo chehra jo inn palko me basta hai.


By:
Uttam Sharma

Kuch Dil Se...................

Aab-e-deedah barsi hain kuch is kadar ki is dil me armano ka sukha pada hai,

Mere deedawar ki halat to dekho, 1 patta yaha pada h 1 patta waha pada hai.

Koi kisi se juda ho khuda na kare,jo khud khuda hi ho sang dil to shikwa kya kare,

Wo wada-khilafi kark khud hi muskuraye,to phir banda haath utha k dua kya kare.

Jin rahon me banaye the gulshan-e-deedawar kabi,wo rahen aaj sunsan bahut hai,

Ik teri kami hai jo ki poori nahi hoti , varna is dil me aaj bhi armaan bahut hai.

Khud kari dhoop me khare rahkar tune mere liye julfon k shadab banaye the,

Nadan hai ye duniya wale jo kahte hai, Ki tum mere liye paraye the…………

Pyar,Ishq or muhabbat ka ajab silsila chalta hai, Jagte absaar me bhi khwab palta hai,

Kaun kahta hai ki ashk bahte hai huzn me, in muskurati aakhon me bhi sailab chalta hai.




To be cont.


By:Uttam Sharma

A Beautiful TULIP that has withered away(LAST PART)

Hi Folks,

So the beautiful winter season is almost over. I just love this winter season, the lonliness of it and the dead feeling of winter.Winter is nature’s way of saying “UP YOURS”. There is a privacy about winter which no other season gives you. Winter is the time to promise because there is so little to do. Somebody very rightly said….

Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

So let us love winter because colour of springtime is in flowers, but colour of winter is in imagination.

So I am done with the message now lets talk about the thing for which I am writing this blog. Today we will see the last part of the love story of SANJANA.

Let’s sit into the time machine once again and go into the past at the place where RAHUL and SANJANA are sitting with each other.Asusual they both are looking very happy with each other. RAHUL is cracking jokes and SANAJANA is laughing. SANJANA says…………

SANJANA: I want to tell you something.

RAHUL     : hmmm, tell me

SANJANA: Rahul, I LOVE YOU.

RAHUL    : (Rahul is quiet and does not give any response.) Kya….

SANJANA: I LOVE YOU.

RAHUL     : ( God Knows what happens , RAHUL stands up and moves away from here with out saying a single word.

After this they never meet with each other.

Every love story starts with 3 majical words I LOVE YOU, but this love story ends with these 3 words.A Beautiful tulip has withered away.

RAHUL wants to say only this...........

Pyar Bhara wo ik pal tha,Sahma  sa tera dil tha,

Us ik pal me kyu main tujhko samajh na paya tha,

Kyu toda dil tera maine kyu maine tujhe rulaya tha.

Uttam Sharma

Beete hue Pal............

एक बात पूछूँ तुमसे क्या कभी याद आते हैं वो पल
वो बीते हुए पल जिनमे कभी हमने
समय के सीने पर कहानियाँ लिखी थी एक-दूसरे की चाहत की|

जब कभी कोयल कूकती है अमराइयों मे ,
क्या तुम भी याद करते हो उन लम्हो को तन्हाइयों मे,
उन गुज़रे लम्हो को जब तुम्हारा चेहरा मेरी हथेलियों मे होता था ,
और तुम अटकती जाती थी दूर कहीं शरमा के मेरी बाहों से|

मुझे खुद के करीब पाकर नज़रों का वो झुकना,
साँसों का बहकना और दिल की ताल पर तेरा यूँ थिरकना,
अपने थरथरते होठों की कपन , क्या अब भी तुम्हे याद आती है,
एक पल के लिए ही सही क्या तेरे तस्सवुर मे अब भी मेरी कोई बात आती है|

क्या कभी चुभती है तेरे सीने मे भी,उन टूटे सपनो की किरच ,
जिन्हे कभी सजाया था हमने  एक – दूसरे की खुली हथेलियों पर.
अपने होठों की तुलिका से खामोश ठहरे  हुए इन पलों मे,
क्या कभी किसी बहाने से ही सही मेरे नाम की कोई आवाज़ आती है|

एक बात पूछूँ तुमसे कभी याद आते हैं वो पल ,
जिन्हे याद करके मुस्कान आती है मेरे होठों  पर ,
और बरबस ही मेरी आखें भर आती हैं.
एक बात पूछूँ  तुमसे……………..एक बात पूछूँ  तुमसे.......|

By: Uttam Sharma

A Beautiful TULIP that has withered away(part 6)

Hello Friends,

First of all I would like to wish everyone a very Happy Valentine day. May this day brings love in your life.I am sure that all people would be celebrating this day with full passion and love with their loved ones and I have full sympathy for those who do not have their partner with them due to some reason but don’t very guyz as somebody (ofcourse me) said that “ Distance makes the heart grow fonder”. Again wishing you a very happy valentine Day and loads and loads of love.

Yesterday somebody asked me that I am on the verge of finishing my story but I did not tell them about SANJANA means How she looks,her characterstics, her special attributes and all the other things. I think that person made a very valid point but I want to ask one thing that “Are you want to know only about SANJANA J, I mean there is RAHUL also yar, usk bare me to kisi ne nahi Poocha hmmm. So lets today talk about SANJANA.I will try to tell you about this girl but I don’t think I can tell you everything about her but lets see……..

SANJANA …….. Kaha se shuru karu Samajh hi nahi aa raha.Uski neeli aakhon k bare me likhu ya phir kandhe se neeche laharate hue usk balon ka bayan karu, uski pyari si muskan likhu ya gusse me lal hote usk galo k bare me kahu. Very difficult task man…..

SANJANA ek bahut sundar ladki hai , Uski neeli aakhen jisse aage shayad hi koi kuch dekh sake, uske chere ka har rang har khushi har gum uski aankho me dikhayi deta hai.Jab wo muskurati hai to lagta hai jaise poori kayenat usk saath muskura rahi hain.uski ek muskurahat dekhne k liye shayad RAHUL ( dekha main rahul ko beech me le hi aaya ) kuch bhi kar sakta hai aur jab wo gusse me hoti hai to lagta hai jaise Bhagwan SHIV ne apni teesri aankh khol di hai. Ek bar jab wo bolna shuru karti hai to phir sirf wo hi bolti hai, baki sab bas sunte hi rahte hain kyuki wo bolti hi itna jyada haiJ. Kandhe tak aate hue apne balo ko jab wo jhatakti hai to 4 bal usk chehre pe aa jate hai jisme wo bilkul ek pari k jaise lagti hai.Use dance ka bahut shauk hai aur jab wo nachti hai to samne wala insaan apne har kam bhool k usk saath nach uthta hai. Ladkiyon ki tarah sajne sanwarne ka bahut shauk hai use , naye naye dresses pahna, matching accessories, bangles, earings etc aur jab bhi kabhi wo saree pahenti hai to itni sundar dikhti hai jiske bare me kahna bhi mere liye possible nahi hai.

Waise to SANJANA bahut bold or daring hai par Choohe (mouse) se to itna darti hai ki koi bhi ek chooha dikha k use Kisi bhi kam k liye blackmail kar sakta hai. Khane me use icecream or Bhutta bahut pasand hai. Aur jo cheej use sab se jyada napasand hai wo hai Barish me Bheegna, barish k to naam se jaise uski jaan nikal jati ho. SANJANA apne dosto ko importance deti hai aur unk liye kuch bhi sacrifice kar sakti hai jaisa ki aap last post me padh chuke ho.

I think I have told you enough about SANJANA man and if you want to ask something specific than u are most welcome. You can post your questions .

Take care

Uttam Sharma

MY FATHER....... MY HERO.........

Each and every person in this world has his/her HERO. It could be anyone from anywhere. No political and cultural boundry can restrict you to choose your hero. If you like cricket than SACHIN or DON BRADMAN may be your hero, for movie lovers AMITABH or RICHARD GARE, for a political person it may be MAHATMA GANDHI or ABRAHAM LINCOLN. I mean to say that everybody has a hero and wants to be exactly like him.

I too have a hero in my life. He may not be a famous personality like mentioned above, he may not have a charismatic persona to attract people but still he is my hero. My hero is MY FATHER (PAA as usuallly I call him). I wish if I could copy him just 1% but I know that’s not possible because nobody can copy him.I did not choose him my hero because he is my father but his just one act inspired me a lot and he became my hero. I want to share it with every one although my Paa took 20 years to share it with me.

It was the month of November 1984 and SIKH RIOTS had started in most of the parts of Delhi.Mobs of men on motorcycles burned, raped and pillaged the Sikh areas of the city. At that day my father and uncle were at home when a Sikh lady with her two little children came to him and asked for help. He gave her shelter in his house but few hours later a mob of around 100 people including some of his neighboures came and threatened him that “ ya to unko bahar nikalo ya phir anjaam bhugatne ko taiyar raho.” He came out and roared that “ I won’t handover them to you . you can do whatever you want.” After some 1 hour (god knows what happened) the mob moved away from there. And that family stayed there for next 4 days safely.

This is the only reason I say that my father is my hero and the best part of this is that he never told me that something of this level has happened to him. I came to know this from that person who was in the mob when they came to attack my father.

I love you paa and you are my HERO.

MY NAME IS KHAN..........

After one week, full of drama ana raucousness in mumbai, finally it has been decided that the movie MY NAME IS KHAN will not realese in Maharashtra. The whole drama which has been created by some people in mumbai is not at all good for the country. Shiv Sena Calles SHAHRUKH “GADDAR” and asks him to go to Pakistan. Who are they to say something like this to a person whose intentions and patriotisom is non-negotiable? Do we need to take a license from these people that we are Indians and we have all the right to live in our country? These all shameless people are targetting a man because of his religion. What did SANJAY RAUT or UDDHAV THACKREY do for the country? And the answer is nothing except hatred and voilence but this man (SHAHRUKH) has given smiles to lakhs and crores of people of the country and outside the country. There are places where people know India just because of SHAHRUKHS, AAMIRS and SACHINS, they don’t know BAL THACKREY. I remember SHAHRUKH did a movie CHAK DE INDIA and the situation now is quite similar to that movie. I want to say SHAHRUKH if he is listening somewhere that CHAK DE SHAHRUKH and CHAK DE INDIA. I can’t do much but I will do everything to support SHAHRUKH KHAN and I will definetely go to watch this movie and I hope that you all follow me and if having KHAN as a surname is offensive to shivsena then I would like to say MY NAME IS KHAN.

GUZARISH........

I dedicate these lines to my friend. Although it is not complete yet but I will try to complete it as soon as possible

Mujhe bula lena jab bhi tum udas ho,tanha ho tu aur na koi tere paas ho.

Main hanskar tera har dukh bant lunga, agar mujh pe thoda bhi vishwas ho.

Jab kale badal kai mandrane lage , andhera sa man me koi tere chane lage,

Main tere pas baithunga mere dost ,jab tak ki suraj na kirne bikhrane lage.

Zindagi ki raahon me aksar aise mod aate hain,sawan k sath jo patjhad b late h.

Par tere jeewan me wo badal chaye jo sirf khushiyon ki barsaat hi late hain.

Aasamn o jami me bas tera hi naam ho, chahkti ho subhen  aur mahkati har shaam ho.

Aansuo ki dhoop ho ya khushiyon ki barish ho, bas meri tujhse itni guzarish ho.

Jab bhi koi mushkil pade to mera naam lena , ye choti si arzi tu meri maan lena

A Beautiful TULIP that has withered away(part 5)

Last time I told you that this will be the last part of this love story but I think that this instance should be shared with you all. So, today I am going to share something with you which is really heart touching and I bet that after reading this you will say “it can’t be true” and you may hate RAHUL for that reason.

           

One day SANJANA calls RAHUL and says that she wants to meet him immediately. RAHUL goes to meet her. When rahul meets SANJANA he sees that she is very excited, happy and her face is shining. She comes to RAHUL and says

SANJANA: I got it RAHUL …. I got it.

(Before I go further let me tell you that SANJANA wanted to go to CAMBRIDGE University, for some course and she finally got selected.)

RAHUL   : that’s great yar ( aur wo use apni haathon me utha leta hai.)

SANJANA: I am so happy . It was my dream and finally it is becoming true.

RAHUL     : Kab jana hai?

SANJANA: bas 20 din me ……..

(Now Rahul becomes sad and mum.)

SANJANA: (realises that ) kya hua aise kyu ho gaya?

RAHUL     : yar tu chali jayegi to main yaha kya karunga bas yahi soch raha hu.

SANJANA: are yar bas 1  saal ki to bat hai phir to mujhe yahi aana h.

RAHUL   : 1 saal yar hum kabhi 1 din bhi alag nahi rahe aur tu 1 saal ki bat kr rhi h.

SANJANA: hmmmm

RAHUL   :(now don’t know what happens) rahul starts crying and he cries like a baby.

SANJANA: hey Alampanah ro raha h. I cant believe this. Maine to aaj tak tujhe rote hue nahi dekha.

RAHUL    :(Rote rote) I can not imagine life without you for one year. Tum sach me ja rahi ho ?

SANJANA: yar its my dream. Kya tu chahta h mera sapna poora na ho.

RAHUL    : I don’t knw !!!!!!!! ( still crying)

SANJANA: acha pehle tu rona band kar bilkul acha ni lag rha hai. Dekh ab mujhe bhi rona aa rha hai aur tu to janta hai main rote hue bhootni dikhti hu.

( but RAHUL can not stop his tears and he is still crying like a child)

SANJANA: ( tries to console him in different ways but everything goes into vain ) acha acha ab chup ho ja varna main bhi ro dungi.

RAHUL kisi tarah chup hota h but he is very sad and don’t talk.

RAHUL   : acha ab kya karna h?

SANJANA: ye hui na baat Shooping karni h bahut kuch kharidna h aur sara time apne doston k sath spend karna h.

RAHUL     : Theek h sab ho jayega.

Then for next 10 days they do all the things for SANJANA but rahul is not happy and SANJANA can realise that very well although he tries to show her that he is OK.

Jane se 2 din pehle SANJANA calls RAHUL and asks him to meet her.

RAHUL   : to tum kal ja rhi ho . waha apna khayal rakhna aur ha baat karte rahn varna L. I will miss you yar .

SANJANA: RAHUL , MAIN KAHIN NAHI JA RAHI HU.( and she smiles)

RAHUL     : Kyu?

SANJANA: Mujhe lagta hai main tum sab doston aur apni family ko chod k nahi ja paungi.

RAHUL     : But tera dream ka kya ?

SANJANA: wo tum sab se badh k thode hi hai.

Now RAHUL tries to convince her to go but she refuses and the end result is that she is not going.

SANJANA says that don’t blame yourself for this. It is my decision and I know what I am doing.

I don’t know that what RAHUL did at that time was right or wrong but sometimes destiny plays its own game. My personal opinion is that RAHUL should not done that and let her go but it was not his fault also. He could not stop himself.

To be cont.

Uttam sharma