The pursuit of happiness is a chase for a lifetime..

Jul 29, 2007




har baat tumse milne ka bahana ho jaise,
ankaha sa kuch nibhana ho jaise,
tamannayen to hum bata bhi na payen shayad,
paas ho ke bhi tumse na mil pana ho jaise…

sir jhuka kar aapki berukhi bhi kubul hai,
kuch hai jo hume na gawana ho jaise...
posted by Rashi at 1:16 PM 21 comments

Jul 21, 2007

God must be crazy…


He put us here and gave us freedom of everything. Then he thought of evolution of association; he kindled want of affection..we started bumping into each other, made friends…
Now we had a heart beating and a mind thinking..every minute each hour; we became sensitive to things. Felt bad when hurt, felt loved, pampered…then He thought a ‘Sorry’ should set things right, eventually it did…an ‘I love you’ would make matches, I doubt if it actually did...‘Thank you’ was so mechanical..as if it ought to have been like that..

He had a ‘not too novice not too advanced’ approach towards life on earth..and we made a discreet program out of it..structured and logical..

Nothing comes from the heart its the mind..working 24*7…tick tick tick !
What to achieve next, whom to say that habitual sorry to, ‘coz that works…the mind is so clever, it overpowers the heart…


I am no better after all me too a part of this programmed world…I can sit and sulk and crib and cry and get back to obey the official orders...Boss’s waiting, work beckons..

Something is so miserably wrong with life…!


Sorry God…
posted by Rashi at 11:29 PM 25 comments

Jul 12, 2007

make-believe !


These who've gathered around here deal in false facade..for they know damn about how I feel…

that girl in pink flaunting gala envied me until last spring..she wanted my kinda happiness, I know…

and that creepy fellow now frowning remarked each time I'd be happy with life…and look at them now...mere actors they are, good at shedding tears…
…none like them can ever touch upon the texture of my feelings; they're neither friends nor foes…no competitor or accomplice…they are my nothing…they can’t be
they've come here to see the wreckage of my heart…

dhuan hai wahan bhi jahan aag kabhi lagi thi,
paani bhi zamane ne bade hisab se daala…

Sometimes I feel how hollow the minds and the hearts are, you can’t really tell a friend from a foe…’t least I can’t !!
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♪ This note is solely for my blogger buddies and the guest visitors who feel that either I am badly heart broken could be depressed or sad or discontented with life which reflects in my writing..it isn’t so friends...
its the appeal from my eyes and reflexes through the hand with heart and mind in coordination that I write…
Otherwise the world to me is still very beautiful and the entire human race my friend…as an independent individual I am happy-go-lucky in pursuit of happiness ♪
- pardon please :)
posted by Rashi at 12:11 PM 17 comments

Jul 8, 2007

Gone so far.....

Half of the things people want to know is none of their business..talk about Padma-Rushdie disconnection; what the hell people gotto do with why it happened now not before…wrong dimensionality, I call it…
How would daily journals run business then, right ?? So lemme say all’s well…
Wrapping it with a posh glace outlook, they say its requisite to be well read and generally aware of the surround..huh !

I go to buy provisions for the house almost daily; the keeper wouldn’t lift an eyelid to the ones not caring to pay by credit card, a gold credit card…superficiality has engulfed, must say!!

Forgetting the times when they cycled 12 km for college no where known in the town..and today they behave high-and-mighty in front of the deprived…I think they are living dead…

I am not usually so irritated but I get baffled every so often...and I call it QUITS

"rondh kar insaniyat is mukam tak tu aaya hai,
jane kitno se rishta toda jane kitno se banaya hai...
nazar utha ke dekh ab us aankh se kisi ko,
jisse ansun kabhi apni hi bechariyat par bahaya hai.."

posted by Rashi at 12:03 PM 16 comments

Jul 4, 2007

..and I waited to hear the sob


..she clinged to my leg as I doored out of the infirmary..

Had a smile on her face, smile of faith and belief..self-belief, her prayers weren’t barren..she thought…
My affirmative dialogue with the doctor gave her ample reasons to assume that I am the savior……ill-fated innocent!

How I wish I could really be the savior, the angel she waited for…the smile that she gave me, the twinkle in the eye, the spark to see her ‘daddy dear’ talk to her again…how I wish…….tongue-tied !! And I returned with no victory over her loss…my blood had gone void in his veins…and no life still??

“I have no answers to your questions, sweetheart”

My heart almost sank when I gathered courage to even imagine this little girl see her father no more…and she thought god listens to all prayers, ah !

Enough of waiting she’d had and then she broke inside the room…and I…

And I waited to hear the sob…
posted by Rashi at 11:39 AM 15 comments

Jul 1, 2007

“Talk to me, Mirror”


..my mirror doesn’t talk to me, I’ve been standing here...

Every night it smiles to me and kisses me to bed.

“Mirror, talk to me, please..I still look as pretty as I was. Tell me that again..
You think I did it wrong, nooooo…its love…trust me…now please look at me..please..
Tell me how that dress suits me and be my partner in my moods..

You’ll make me go insane or I choose to be mum forever, say something now..

Now look at me in my eyes and speak to me, give me those beautiful looks, today again..do that till the time I need...please, please……please…”

Don’t misjudge me, my conscience!!
posted by Rashi at 11:30 AM 9 comments