CHERISH with HARISH

Woh subah-subah ki geeli os mein, muskurate hue kaapna. uss kad-kadati thand mein, garma-garm khana kha razai ki khushiyon tale dab jaana. TV par nyunatam taapmaan dekh, thand ka achanak badh jana. Un mushkil se dikhne wali dhoop ki kirano ko, aankhen moond gale lagana. Inn yaadon ko ek potli mein baandh, sang rakhunga apne, wo pal waakai mein the, ya the bas Dilli ke dikhay kuch sunahre sapne? Farvary ke aate hi, sheher ke har phool ka achanak khil jana. Har chowk-chowrahe par inn rango ko dekh, maano mil jaye pyar karne ka bahana. Garm kapdon ka dheere-dheere bakse mein chale jaana. Fiza ka, nayee kitabon ki khushboo se bhar jana. Inn yadon ko sarhane ke neeche chhipakar rakhunga apne, wo pal waakai mein the, ya the bass Dilli ke dikhay kuch Sunahre sapne?

In a world, big and huge... Where are the similarities...? I am from Asia and 'you' are from America...Division! I leave that discussin and come back to Asia...I look around, we are all Asians. But i am from South Asia and 'you' are from the West. I chuck the debate and reach South Asia. I breathe in ...feel good, We are all South Asians. We are one...NO I am from India and 'you' are from Pakistan. We argue and we fight. I leave the debate and reach India, my motherland, my nation, my heart! Phew...no more divisions...We are all Indians... But no, I am a South Indian and 'you' are a North Indian I am a West Indian and 'you' are from the East, or from the North East. I leave this debate too and come to Gujarat, where I am presently staying...All Gujjus? NO! I am a Kathiwadi, you are from Saurashtra..Hindu-Muslim... Parsi-Sindhi... Too much! I enter the NID gate and feel relieved... All NIDians. Great... But not really! I am from A-hostel, 'you

"Why do people fall in love? Why don't they RISE in it ... ;)

"We all have points to make... but no one joins the points to make a line!"

We always notice them, those shiny little beads, falling from our eyes. We see nothing before that, nothing after that. We never see the hurt eyebrows, coming close to each other, contracting in space, making the eyelids blink more. What we always see, are just those shtiny little beads, called TEARS. We never see the tragic frown, formed on the forehead, trying its best to hide the sadness. What we always see, are those shiny little beads, called TEARS... We never see the Adam's apple, moving up and down, fighting with the choked feelings, trying its best not to show those shiny little beads called TEARS. We see them flow out from the edge of the eyelids, flowing down in a line, those shiny little beads called TEARS. But we never see the pale cheeks carrying them, which were red cushions because of smiles, Do we see them Those pale cheeks? We never see the brave jawline, on whose edge, those beads balance themselves, and then fall off, disappearing into memories, fading out . Do w

"Unfortunately... we all know everything...except the act of saying 'I don't know'!"