CASTLE WITHOUT OWNER

There is a lake behind the castle...
A tree beside,with ripe coconuts and
The love bird's twitter...
A loud chat or sometimes quiet murmur...
its all on moon's mood..,
to make the water wander...
Sometimes its flow of love,
Sometimes...
castle windows cry and shiver...

The broken leaves, flowing with quiet water..
Seems like boats to heaven, waiting for their rower..
The golden tinge on the blue..or
silver sparkle over the black..
seems like..complete bridal dress...
waiting for their lover...

The spider webs round the window pane ,
over the years have faded the view...
The door now faces the giant towers miles away.....
Moon lost its praise,sun seems there in anger
The castle still lies in midway, waiting for the owner...

LONELY and in despair...

lonely it was when i first saw it,
on the middle of the road :in its despair
i doubt if anyone has ever looked at it
but there it laid in its despair

no one ever knew how lonely it was
no one ever understood the agony of its tears
people just stare at it and whisper a song;
the song of curse that made its echo everywhere

if i could find a way out for you,
i could have done it long before my dear
but i am also a scarlet letter like you
where no one likes to writes anything on.

the songs of loneliness is all that i can sing,
for its all what is striking the roof of my heart
the lonely soul which beats for nothing
and nothing can find its way to it

IT goes on!

That was the time, silence crawled in..

Darkness was prevailing all around....

Shivering toes creeping on the ground

looking for the eyes,that were lost....

Never to be found.....

A blank dream it was..and it went on..
She stumbled..but goes on..
To be lost in woods forever,
Never to be found.....

So soothing was her face..words like enchantments ..full of grace!
no veil to hide her..no fear could touch her...
She was pure as white..
redness splashed her forehead, bangles churrned!

silence was hurdled in the dreams..
cries resonated with the darkness..
And it goes on...

A smile was lost never to be found!
A blank dream..that was her fate forever..
Reason behind, locked in records..
A reason never to be found!

And it goes on...

Kabhi....

kabhi karwattein..badalte hain..
kabhi toh khat padhte hain...
guzar gaye jo lamhe...
unhe yaad karte hain..

kabhi aankhon mein akharte hain,,
kabhi hoton pe sajte hain..
behte hai fizzaaon mein..jo..
nagme teri chahat ke...

kabhi us mod chalte hain..
kabhi.. raahein hum takte hain..
manzil toh tum ho....toh
na jaane kyu bhatakte hain..

kabhi.. roshini..kabi andhere se darte hain..
mohaabat toh karte hain..
par..berukhi pe bilakhte hain..
kabhi unhe yaad karte hain..
kabhi yuun bhatakte hain..

Cold NiGHT

Lying on my lap,
For the First time you were so quiet!
I took your hands... And you didnt smiled...
baby ITs too numb,
I dont want you this way!

I Tried to touch your lips,
but my tears rolled down your cheeks so fast!
I could'nt move, baby i missed your spark!
See I dont want you this way


IT has been so beautiful, and its all i wanna say!
you lying on my lap, with smile on ur face!
I used to enjoy! ur curls..and
way they give me trouble..

BAby you know it all...
I loved the way to you,
my eyes used to say it all..

JUSt wish to say..baby
Its too numb!
i dont want you this way!

but i know you scared the cold,
So i never..loosen my hold..
I dont know where i went wrong!
Angel..came..and u were gone!
you got cold..and ur play stopped...
i touched you eyes!
bt u were gone!

baby i miss your play!
i wana be quiet,and listen to your talks,all day!
i wana fight with you..and make love to make it again!

all i have to say!
baby its too numb
I dont want you this way!

क्यूँ सोंचता कहीं हो ना जाये सांझ

सोंच रहा था गंगा तट पर बैठे,
सूर्यास्त है निश्चित ,सूर्युदय के बाद
पर डर जाता हूँ सोंच , अगर शीघ्र आ गयी वोह सांझ
देख गंगा को मैंने सोंचा ,क्या जीवन है केवल एक नाट्य
मन विच्लिय्त है क्यूँ इसके अंत को लेकर
क्यूँ सोंचता कहीं हो ना जाये सांझ

सोंच रहा था गंगा तट पर बैठे ,
नाट्य ही है क्या मेरा रुदन, और मृगजल मेरी मुसकान
चित्त जिहर रहा था तभी सुना मैंने ,
सन्नाटे को चीरता एक विलाप,
दिखी दूर एक नवयौवना ,श्वेत चादर लपेटे
मन विचलित है क्यूँ इसके रुदन को लेकर
क्यूँ आतंकित हूँ साँझ को लेकर आज

देखा मैंने गंगा तट पर बैठे
ममता की लहर, और सिंदूर का विलाप
अंत था यह ,उस फौजी के पात्र का आज
मन गर्वित हुआ उस पात्र के अभिनय पर
तिरंगे की शान पे हो गयी जिसकी तरुणावस्था कुर्बान

देखा मैंने गंगा तट पर बैठे
फिर हो गयी सांझ

नारी

नारी
मानव तथा मनुषी , विद्वान एवं विदुषी तोह कई कहे जाते हैं!
पर यह जब एक होते हैं, तोह एक नया जीव जग में लाते हैं!
उसके बारे में कई सपने सजाते हैं,पर
उसके आने के समय विह्वल हो जाते हैं!
जो आ रहा है वोह चंदा है यह चांदनी सोंचने लग जाते हैं
चंदा का जीवन अहिं, हम आज चांदनी की कहानी सुनाते है!

खबर मिली है , चांदनी आई है, दिखाते हैं बहोत खुशियाँ लाई है
के अभी पहला अहि, अगली बार चंदा आयेगा, कहकर
लोग उनका दिल बहलाते हैं
यहाँ से शुरू होती है नारी की गाथा -
नारी , औरात , भार्या ..कई नामों से हम उसे बुलाते हैं
हम में से कई उसे विद्या तक न दिलाते हैं
कई बल विवाह कर उसका ही शोषद कर आते हैं
कन्या दान , माहादन किया है यह सोंचकर
पाप करने वालों में सर्वोच हो जाते हैं !

खुद के घर की लक्ष्मी हम उसे मानते नहीं,
दुसरे की लक्ष्मी बना कर दे आते हैं
एक अनजान के हाथों में अपना अंश दे आते हैं
और, वहां भी उसे जनात न मिल पाती,
वोह बेचारी रिश्तों के बोझ तले दब जाती है
वोह बेसहरी अपनी पहचान गवां आती है

ससुराल भी उसको लक्ष्मी, एक नारी जो धन लाती है
मानकर सताता है, कई तोह उसे
इश्वर के द्वार ही पहुंचा आता है!

घर के मंदिर में सब लक्ष्मी को पूजते हैं,
पर लक्ष्मी जब कई रूप में हमारे घर आती है, तोह
हम उसे यहाँ वहां फिराते हैं
यह कौन सा इन्साफ है, क्या हम औरत को एक ही रूप में चाहते हैं,
क्या हम सिफ\रफ उसे वैश्या ही बनाना चाहते हैं
एक की या कई के..काम उस से वही करवाते हैं

क्यूँ हम हर बुराई, हर बीमारी का दोषी औरत को ठहराते हैं!
ताली एक हाँथ से नहीं बजती, औरत खुद के ली यह काम न करती,
क्यूँ हम राधा मीरा के आगे सर झुकाते हैं,और
औरत को पहचान दिलाने को एक कदम न बढ़ाते हैं

शक्ति तोह देवता की भी नारी थी,
चलो वोह कुछ गलती कर गए, हमारे वेद ही नारी को, मनुष्य की कार का कारण कह गए
पर वोह वेदों के रचयिता भी, नारी का अंश थे, किसी नारी का ही वंश थे

वोह गलती कर गए, तुम सुधारों
खुद से नारी का आदर करना जानो
वोह तो बेटी, बहु, दादी नानी बन कर मर जाटी है
और हम कहते हैं, नारी कुछ न कर पाती है
अरे उसे जगह तोह दो, समाज में चलने की
इजात तोह दो, और हौंसला भी
देखो नारी मर्दों को पीछे कर जाएगी
जोह एक महँ पुरुष को पैदा करती है
वोह खुद महँ बन, दुनिया में जगमगाएगी..

यह विनती है हमारी,
नारी की लाज रखो!माँ बेहें , बेटी इन शब्दों का मान रह्को
मान के चलो, लड़की लक्ष्मी नहीं, सरस्वती का रूप है,
शक्ति का स्वरुप है
वोह अगर क्रोधित हो जाएगी, तो धरती विनष्ट हो जाएगी
नर नारी कोस अथ ही चलना है, आज के
वेदों का येही कहना है
अगर नारी मिट जाएगी, तोह नर की पहचान भी हट जाएगी

उम्मीद है इस लेखनी की, की
आज की नारी अपनी अलग पहचान बनेगी!

ayu 's version of meera bai ke dohe!

written in class 8

१ कोई कह तो दे, जो हम न कह सके
वोह सुन तो लें, हम ही दीवाने हैं क्या
परवाने वोह नहीं!
२ दीवानगी न जानी, परवानगी न जानी,
यह जो भी है, बस है ज़िन्दगी हमारी!

३ तुम परदेसी बन के चले जाओगे ,
किसी और के हो जाओगे!
फिर क्या हमे याद फर्माओगे!
हमे तो लगता है , अपने रंग में रंग जाओगे!
हमे भूल जाओगे, हमे भूल जाओगे!

४ आज वादा करते हैं, हम न भूल पाएँगे
तुम्हारे हैं, और शायद तुम्हारे ही रह कर धुल में मिल जाएंगे
कतरे बन हवा में उद्द जाएँगे, और वोह कतरे भी तुम्हे याद फरमाएंगे!
वादा करते हैं, तुम्हारे तोह शायद हो न पाएंगे !
पर किसी और के होना पड़ा, तोह जेते जी मर जाएँगे!
फिर मैं रह जाएगा , हम तोह तुम में मिल जाएगा
वादा करते हैं- हर पल याद फरमाएंगे!
याद फरमाएंगे !

दोस्त

दोस्त
(5 years back)
गर फिरदौस के दिन लौट कर आते नहीं,
वोह दिन हमसे भुलाए जाते नहीं!
अपनों का दामन यूँ चूता की अब हम खुद को संभाल पाते नहीं
जो बचपन से अपना था , जहा बना
जिसके साथ जुदा हमारा हर सपना था
वोह साथी ही हमसे छूट गए
हम तोह एक पल में टूट गए
जब भी कोई ख़ुशी मानते हैं,
उन साथियों को याद फरमाते हैं
जिनके साथ की थी शैतानियाँ, लड़ते थे जिन से !
गूंजती थी जिनके साथ किलकारियां
उन्ही की याद में मोटू की लड़ , आँखों को नम्म कर जाती है
पर एक प्यारी से दोस्त के वादे पर ,
आँहों में सिमट जाती है, पलकें झुक जाती हैं

साथी यहाँ भी हैं, पर उन सा कहाँ
दोस्त यहाँ भी है, पर नवाबीपन जादा
बचपन जहां बीता उसके झारूखे को तरस जाते हैं

पुराने दूर हो गए, बेगाने हो गए
लगता है, कुछ अपने भी अनजाने हो गए!
अब जीवन नए के साथ काटना है,
समय की गति को स्वीकारना है!
पर तुम सब मुझे न भूलना - क्यूंकि
मुझे नहीं है सबको भुलाना
कभी मुझे भी याद फरमाना !
यादों की ओढ़ में लेखनी चुप गयी!
आँखें नम्म होकर फिर झुक गयी!
फिर झुक गयी!

yeh jo yaaraana hai

yeh jo yaarana hai
deewana hai!
hum toh masti ki fizaaon mein
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
kabhi shartein lagate,
kabhi notein udaate,
kabhi filen churaate,
kabhi usko patate
kabhi fattu ko rulaate
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
kabhi soncha na tha!
ek din hum bichad jayenge
zamaane ki bheed mei kho jayenge
phir ek din milenge, aur bas
muskuraayenge
un fizzaaon mei
is dosti ke ye pal yaad ayenge

toh abhi
jee lo na yaar
yeh jo yaarana hai
deewana hai!
hum toh masti ki fizaaon mein
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
aao ghume sath!!
gaao aaj!
yaara hum dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
apni nayi pehchaan banane jhumte chal pade!
hum toh masti ki fizaaon mein
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!

u are my friend forever

ab yaad (yaad) aata hai tu!!
u are my friend foreever

kabhi balance tha kam, kabhi aankhein thi namm
kabhi papa ki daat, kabhi professor se tarraar (kabhi)
Par akele na they hum!
as u are my freind forever
ab yaad yaad aata hai tu!!
yaad aata hai tu!

yuun tham si gayi hai ab zindagi!
raftaar jo mili, gehraaiyaan kho gayi
doorian badh gayi hain,ab darmiyaan!
kabhi soncha na tha,itna yaad ayengi wo mastiyaan!!
u are my friend foreever
ab yaad aata hai tu!

yaara yehi dosti hai
jo badlti hai har pal, wo zindagi hai
badlti zindagi ke sath,badalte hain dost kai,
but
u are my friend forevr
ab yaad aata hai tu!
yaad aaata hai tu'.

nayi hain rahein,
manzil nayi hai
yaadein hain sang'
aur pyari si dosti hai!
yaad aaata hai tu
u are my freind forever
ab yaad aata hai tu
yaad (yaad) ataa hai tu.

aaj hum jo saath hain (song)

AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!
chedein saanz nayi!
hum hain aawaz nayi
khwaab naye hain
andaaz naye hain
aur hai sath apna ..doston...
AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!

na jaane kaha honge kal,
yaad ayenge tab dosti ke ye pal
pyaari si batein
dushman ke iraadein
har kaam ki fite,
roof top pe candle lite
yaad ayengi tab...
doston
AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!

badal raha hai ye zamana,
sath lekar dosti ko badh chalo
chedo saaz nayi
tum ho aawaz nayi
aaj jo sab sath ho to
aao yunhi ghum lo
dostoon
aaon chede saaz nayi
hum hain awaaz nayi
AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!

दिन

दिन
( भाई की स्कूल मैगज़ीन के लिये लिखी थी)

दिन आते हैं , और आकर चले जाते हैं !
हर दिन अपने साथ हमें कुछ सिखाते जाते हैं!
बस यह सीखने वालों पे है की वोह क्या सीख पातें हैं !
कुछ सीख कर अच्छे कुछ बुरे बन जाते हैं

हर दिन का अपना महत्व है,
पर हम तो मजबूर हैं क्यूंकि
जैसे हम कोयले को साबुन से सजा नहीं सकते
वैसे ही हम मूढों को कुछ सिखा नहीं सकते!

ये कुदरत का करिश्मा है की गह्धा घोड़े से कम,
पर घोडा गधे से जादा सेख लेता है
पहले गधा वजन धोता था,
आजकल घोडा भी कर लेता है!

यह ज़माने की प्रगति है,
जिसने इतना कुछ कितने कुछ को सिखा दिया है!
तुम इतने पे अचंभित हो,
यहाँ इंसान ने अपना ही क्लोन बना दिया है!

जागो कुछ सीखो आअज का दिन जा रहा है!
कल जो आएगा वोह ठहर नहीं जाएयेगा
ऐसा न हुआ न होने पायेगा
एक और मौका तुम्हारे हाँथ से निकल जाएगा!

आज कुछ नहीं गया पर कल चला जाएगा
बेहतर येही है की जागो कुछ करो!
वर्ना समय भाग जाएगा और हाँथ नहीं आएगा
एक और दिन बीत जाएगा! एक और दिन बीत जाएगा!

मैं! nine years back!

मैं!
२००१
आरज़ू तमन्ना अरमान
इन शब्दों को है मेरा यह पैगाम -
"सामने कड़ी है हर मंजिल, हर तोहफे को है मेरा इंतज़ार"
ज़माने की मुझको फ़िक्र भी नहीं, हर उंचाई पे होगा मेरा नाम.
इस आगाज़ से होती है मेरी हर सुबह और शाम!

राहें कुछ चुन लीं है उन्ही पे चलना है!
अपने साथ न दें, पर खुद से वादा है मेरा
गैरों के साथ जीवन भर का रिश्ता नहीं करना है,
.हर मंजिल पानी है! आँखों का छुपाना पानी है!

इन लफ़्ज़ों से मेरी जिंदगानी बयां न होती,
इस लेखनी से मेरी कहानी बाया न होती!
सरस्वती, लक्ष्मी की आराधक हूँ,
शक्ति को अपनइ जानती हूँ
सामर्थ बहोत है और उसे बयान करना चाहती हूँ
किसी राह पे जाने से घबराती नहीं
बस कोई सहारा देदे , उसके सहारे कपो लौटाने का वादा करती हूँ

एक छोटी से किरण हूँ,
पर रौशनी करके आँखों ओ चौंधियाने की आशा रखती हूँ
कुछ करने की आशा रखती हूँ!

I observe and i observe!

I observe and i observe!
and i love it....
day before yesterday my mid semester one was over, means if i had dared to sleep i must have got night mares.So i engaged myself in chemistry of kajol and srk!
morining 6:30 i was in train, but it has got nothing to do with post. Rather i covered half of my journey sleeping, and another half in deep thoughts!
Those thoughts i wish to keep in reecord with me, coz it was all i felt life is, atleast Indian life is!
so this post is i observe...

The train stopped, at outer (very much expected from a passenger train, as it cant reach its destination before indain timings).
i looked out the window...and was surprized
"left hand side i could see all yellow and green fields, ready to be harvested, and right hand side it was all white... dull grey to be more precise,and just two trees without and green cover were just counting last days of their lives, " i just got first thought, these trees must be eager for the service of villagers nearby, next winters,and will try to survive till then.

then i gave a thought on contrast of views i was getting from two different windows of same compartment. very much expected from me, i had chosen right side window, barren land as a subject of my thoughts.

The train crawled then for next one minute , and then it was at normal speed. i was looking from right side window, and i had chosen my frame of observation also, between the two parallel rods of iron ..now it seemed to me as if i was watching a video..
" life"

first scene was a man on bicylce and a girl following him, i assumed that she must be following him, coz she needs just two rupees to buy colours for holi, or she must be requesting for new skirt, as it was holi time.
But then i thought, she might be goin to primary school, and her father taking her, but this is something least expected from indain villages.

Another scene was green fields and a lady in red saree, working in those farms, i immediately got thought that she must be having her drunkard husband sitting at home,and she will be forced by fuel les chulas at home to go and work,as his son might be sick, or daughter might be coming along with her husband , to visit her.

Again my thoughts were influneced by next scence form my frame, it was really beautiful, two ladies were just walking and continuously talking, first thought i got was that they must be discussing the new blouse and saree which thy must have got from the families where they go to wash utensils, then i realised that if this had been situation i must have witnesed joy in their walks, but it seemed a bit gloomy, so again they mite be worried because it was holi time,and they will be expecting some local bank managers of their village,coming home and asking interest of money which they took as loan from him last holi, whn her husband got severe injury while cutting trees.

Next scene was a jeep, and two men standing with him, in the farms, i avoided that scene because all i was getting was very violent thoughts, And yes! i got someting to think upon as soon as i saw a lady with a boy (must be her son) ,of 10 to 12 years trying to work on fields, i gussed he will be her younger son,and elder one mite be in indain army , and this month money he send home was spent in immunization of his newly born daughter, and calcium tablets of his wife.

Then next seen was really cute i saw a builiding with two room ,and a banner "primary school"
that was government aided school, strength nearby 20 kids aged 8 -10..
all sitting outside in groups and discussing, not alphabets of any language, but they are very well blessed with local language, and they dont feel that they have any need to learn more, but till paanchavi class they could come to thsi buliding daily, and atlest get mid day meals every alternate day, to fill their empty bellies. I also thought that they being kids, also feel happy being there coz they are away from worries back at home, where father must be teliing him that you shuld go to hanuman temple in town next week tuesday, and get some money or atleast earn for youself...

As my train was approaching towards my city of nawabs , lucknow... the views in my frame became more urban,and i could not enjoy them
That is not real India, (this is something i personally believe,)
i had seen India where i wana work, where i wana live, and some or the other way be part of life of protagonists of my posts ,And DO SOMETHING!



and finally i am back home, eating sleeping...and talking as usual! :)

मैं देखता हूँ

श्यामल चादर , और उसपे ये चांदनी की नक्काशी .
मद्धम सी हवा , बावरा भवरा .
इतराता बादल चाँद को ओड़नी उढाता हुआ.
ऐसा समा देख किसे ना इश्क हो जाएगा .
व्याकुल मन और गंगा का तट ,
मद्धम स्वर , दूर पायल की छन छन.
कौन तेरा कान्हा न बनना चाहेगा.
पर इस सन्नाटे को चीरता , एक बावाली का विलाप.
तन धूमिल और मनन विचलित,
उसपर श्यामल चादर के केवल ढाक.
कौन सा कान्हा अब इस को अपनाएगा.
फिर सुनता हूँ मैं एक घनघोर नाद.
गंगा में तरंगें उठती हुई,पल भर में फिर था
गंगा का मद्धम स्वर हवा में व्याप्त
और सुबह की पहली किरण पड़ते ही मैंने देखा
संतुष्ट चील का झुण्ड गंगा तट पर कर रहा था वाद विवाद!

......

As its getting cold!
days need light, night misses stars,
i wanna touch u maah boy, get the warmth,
as its gettin cold!
i am feeling all alone

As its getting cold!
I feel lik cuddling u maah boy for long
holding hands, taking walks, sharing talks..
all alone in nearby woods
I walk along, dreamin for long..
as its gettin cold
i am feelin all alone.

I feel cold,
season without charm, barren roads.
all sullen, only dreams along.
yellow fields seem so dull,
seeing a rose , felt your smell.
Oh maah boy! come along
I am feeling all alone.
as its getting cold!
baby its getting cold!

की तेरे अश्को की कहानी है,

की तेरे अश्को की कहानी है,
अरमानो की कुर्बानी , सुनाता खारा पानी है.

मोतीयों सा सुनेहरा तेरा अक्स,
और कीमत लगती यह दुनिया सारी है.

मिला तुझे जो वो नसीब तेरा,
और वो तेरे लकीरों की कारिस्तानी है.

यह तेरा जीवन ही कुर्बानियों की कहानी है.

खारे पानी सा भीगा दामन और ,
चूल्‍हे के धुएँ से डरबरती आँख
कप्कपाते हांत सेक्ते रोटियाँ .
फिर भी नसीब में केवल पानी है.

सिंदूर का रंग तन पे उतरता हुआ.
फिर भी तू सिरहाने बैठ ,अपनी लकीरों को देख
सोनचती , की तेरा जीवन क्या कुर्बानियों की कहानी है.

कोख अपनी , तुझको ाश्क़ दिलाती हुई,
खारे पानी में भी तू ममता लुटाती हुई.
हलवाई का चूल्हा लीप उसका पेट पालती हुई
और अपने नसीब का पानी जुटाती हुई
खारे पानी में मोती की तरह उभरती हुई ,
की तेरी ज़िंदगी, अरमानो की कहानी सुनाती हुई.

STORY BY MY BRO

He used to live in plot beside my house. He had sort of temporary house. He, his four sisters and their parents were the only human beings in that house. But that house was really a Biodiversity hot spot. It didn't had any bee, bear or butterfly but was also home of several mosquitoes, flies, earthworms and almost every insect that could survive in sub tropical type climate. This house was just strong enough to tolerate the first moderate shower of monsoon. Every evening he used to come out to play Gilli Danda. Even I play Gilli Danda but I do that only on my PS2.It was a really nice experience to watch the game in real world. But I never tried to play that game myself in this world. The virtual world of PS2 can never be compared with real world. In real world there are many more complications and bindings involved. He was a good player. He had a wooden bat. I don't know from where he got that piece of wood but that was really perfect for gilli danda.He was almost unbeatable at this sports. He was perhaps the true sports man as he didn't played for lure of money but did so only because he liked to do so.

I don't know much about him, but that was only because I never really bothered to know about him. Among the few things that I knew about him was that his mother smoked and his father was a ricshaw puller. No one in my family ever noticed him. Actually I think no one in the whole world had ever noticed him. He was too ordinary to get noticed by anyone.

He appeared to be 4-5 years old but several times I saw much elderly kind of expressions on his face. He had an unusual face that used to be decorated will mud. People from his house were very open minded. They used to bath at the nearest divider. But I never saw that child bathing. He used to wear a brown pant and like all cartoon characters he never changed his clothes. Maybe he had several similar looking pants in his Elmira. But he was too poor to have an Elmira. But he had a unusual spark in eyes. Once i felt like offering a hug as it was too cold and I was shivering because of cold in spite of my two jackets and a woolen Scarf.

On one very cold day I opened my TV and became aware that whether was cold from several reports on different channels. I saw on IndiaTV that MAHA-vinash was near. Their reporter said this in his usual unUsual manner. News flashed that my city welcomed the coldest new year of decade. So I decided to feel the Himalayan chilling winds as a challenge took tea in my hands and marched towards roof of my house. Then I looked down. Every thing was same but he was not in the streets. I tried to look for him but couldn't find him. I never saw him again but the next day I saw his wooden bat near my house. That bat was perhaps thrown by his parents as now there was no one to play with it. Another child picked up his bat from their and became happy with on his new discovery and walked away with that bat.

I WISHED I COULD HUG HIM ONCE!!!!

He used to live in plot beside my house.Every evening he used to come out to play.I don't

know much about him,but only one thing that his mother smokes.My mom used to enjoy watching

him play.She called him Gopal(childhood name of Lord Krishna).Dirt round his face but spark

in eyes.Once i felt like offering a hug , as it was too cold and I was shivering because in-spite of my two jackets and a woolen scarf.The most amazing thing about him was his

appearance,Height three feet 2 inch,wearing brown half pant,which wasn't changed from

months.(At least since when I was observing him)

(now the story about him is actually the thought in readers mind that will arise after going

through the following lines.)
News flashed that my city welcomed the coldest new year of decade.So I decided to feel the

Himalayan chilly winds as a challenge took tea in my hands and marched towards roof of my

house.Then I looked down.Every thing was same as last winter except that it was evening time

and there was no Gopal enjoying on the streets.I tried to look for him but couldn't find

him.Again I wished to hug him once..... AND STORIES IN MY MIND FOLLOWED...