ये दास्ताँ भी कभी तुम्हे बताता

कब तक इलज़ाम दूँ अल्फ़ाज़ों को

सच तो ये है मुझे लिखना नहीं आता

कब तक नाम लूँ तेरी बेवफाई का

जब मुझे ही मोहब्बत करना नहीं आता

के प्यासा दिल रहेगा कब तक यूँ इंतज़ार में 

इसे कौन समझाए सेहरा में बरसात का मौसम नहीं आता

लुट गयीं मेरी अमानतें ज़िन्दगी की राह में

पर एक वो उसका दिया दर्द है, जो दिल से नहीं जाता

आखिर कब तक झूठी मुस्कान लिए फिरूँ

कोई तो मेरे हाल पूछता किसी को तो मैं सच बताता

महफ़िल में सबसे गले मिलने को जी करता है

पर क्या करें दिल से खंजर का खौफ भी नहीं जाता

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चण्डीगढ़ की घटना पर एक कविता

Heard about the Chandigarh eve teasing incident. A rich brat of a BJP politician stalked and harassed a girl.

What’s worse is BJP’s attitude towards it. The leaders are, blaming the girl for the incident, which is shameful even for BJP politicians. History is the witness that whenever Women are disrespected, a Strom has come. Here’s my little warning to those in power.

जर्जर हो गए जुमले सारे

जर्जर हो गयी बातें

शैतानो से नहीं सुरक्षित

हो पायीं है रातें

है जन की रक्षा जिनके हवाले

वे भोग विलास में ऐंठे हैं

और सत्ता, पद के अहंकार में

रावण बन कर बैठे हैं

पर हर दुःशासन याद रखे

यजुनंदन की वाणी को

पांचाली के क्रंदन को

प्रतिकार की अमर कहानी को

जब नेता किसी गुनहगार को

महिमामंडित करते हैं

तब वे इस देश की जनता के

विश्वास को खंडित करते हैं

मैं सत्ता के उन पहरेदार को,

यह बात बताने आया हूँ

जन सेवा की शपथ उन्हें मैं

याद दिलाने आया हूँ

स्त्री का अपमान हुआ जब

विपदा ही सर पे आयी है

बड़े बड़े साम्राज्य मिटे यों

सम्राटों ने मुँह की खायी है

Delhi, Bombay and Bihar

Hey guys how are you doing!!! I dont care honestly, but mum said be nice. So……. Here’s a humorous battle between momos, vada pav and litti chokha

You know the amount of content out there about Delhi vs Mumbai is more than the population of both the cities. so, everytime delhi guys makes fun of mumbai folks or vice versa, I find it amusing. I really find it amusing, coz I ain’t from either of the cities.

I from a developed part of this country, the progressive part. BIHAR.

And boy, people are jealous. Whenever I tell them I am from bihar, they act like they’re scared but they are actually jealous. That’s why they hate us.

We are a racist country, you gotta accept it. Everytime a person tells where he is from, a follow up question is there, depending on where, he is from.

Like if you say, you are a bengali, people are like, Ami Tamako bhalo bashe, JAL KHABO, fucking everytime.

You say you’re from Punjab, oye balle balle, Barah baj gye kya! Canada kab ja rha hai. -_-

Wait for the ultimate one, no one in this country is as stereotyped as the “MADRASIS” even if (s)he is fair people will go and ask him ” TU GORA KYU HAI”. The Delhi people, their geography is messed up. This is Delhi, and everything north to it is punjab amd everything south to it is Madras. Bhopal is Madras, Raipur is Madras, Hyderabad definitely madras. Chennai, umm tu srilanka hai saale….

So the follow-up question for us bihari guys, is Tum kon se jail se bhaage ho?? I was in Delhi and a guy said, tum Tu Tihar se Bhaga hai na!!

I said, come on man, don’t be an ass, jail se Bhaga nahi mai, wo log chod diye meko. Mera pocket picketing ka 3 months pura ho gya tha na…..

You’ve to give in to the fact that biharis are intelligent, it’s no surprise that most of nation’s IAS IPs are Biharis. To be honest, there’s not much of career choices available to us. You either be a politician, or be an IAS officer or you sell fruits and veggies. I am a rookie in all the three, and the clan isn’t accepting me. Sigh.

Coming to the Bombay people, man they are hilarious. Their first goal in life is to make fun of Delhi guys. Their hierarchy is something like this, The south Bombay people are the pure bloods, rest of the town is half blood the Thane people are the muggleborns. And Delhi guys are the filthy muggles. But wait, this isn’t the end of the list. We are the last guys of the hierarchy table. The Dothrakis. The tribal uncivilized clans. Huh!!

The one thing that unites the Delhi and bombay people is their shared hatred for the bihari guys.

*Sigh*

That’s that guys. I wanted to start a you tube channel with this content, looks like will have to wait a bit. Please please comment how you felt about this. Thank you.

Where’s my Mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin around

Your head will collapse

If there’s nothing in it

And you’ll ask yourself

Where’s my mind??

Sometimes i wonder

What it takes to go insane

And what is it that keeps me sane

Coz, my mind has always been hostile

Loving and hating the world all the while

Realism, narcissism and the sucidial brain

It does what I hate all the same

My mind is on his own,

Who am I, then; never known

It does give me some space to whine

And I wonder,

Where’s my mind???

Epitaph

कह रहा हूँ दिल का फ़साना

ज़रा ध्यान से सुनना

के क्या पता तुम्हे इसमें

ज़िन्दगी का फ़लसफ़ा मिल जाए

जिसे ढूँढ़ते हो ज़माने में सदियों से

इस कहानी में तुम्हे वो वफ़ा मिल जाए

इन स्याह लफ़्ज़ों में कहीं किसी दिल को भी

तन्हा ही सही, थोड़ी सी जगह मिल जाए

ये जो हो गये हैं, अकेलेपन के कारण बीमार से

इनकी बीमारी को भी, क्या पता, यहाँ दवा मिल जाए

ये जो चराग है बुझने को तड़पते

खुदा की नेमत हो, और इन्हें जरा हवा मिल जाए
A friend of mine, asked what’s going to be written on your epitaph…….

How’s your story going to begin?

I didn’t know then, I know now!!!

How’s your story going to begin???

🙂

My Granny’s Last Words

Leave me alone, fat ass bitch!!!(obviously a euphemistic statement)

Yea, these were her last words, to my aunt who was trying to calm her down!!! 

My aunt used to think she was her favourite child, turned out something else. 

We took her to hospital, after she started behaving abnormally, not that she behaved normally every time, but this time, we felt it was a bit serious. 

She even called, the doctor, a retard…….. He was very upset.

He even complained to my father, saying

Did I study so much only to be called a retard??

My granny wanted to live, but calling the doctor, retard is not a very good idea when you intend to live. And hence she died.  

Her funeral was a hectic affair. I dont remember if anyone was really sad for her. Guests had arrived and none of our family members were crying, it was really embarrassing. My cousin gave me a stern look, and silently indicated me to fake crying, I did the same to my sister, to which she said, 

Pagal ho kya, makeup kharab ho gya toh?? Photo bhi to achhi aani chahiye……..

Finally, it was my aunt who cried. 

Granny’s belongings contained, my mum’s lost ear rings(we believed that maid had stolen them) and my sister’s lipstick. And a hanky full of  pistachios and cashew nuts, a fidget spinner that I really liked and a really expensive pen, which my dad had gifted to me. 

She used to say, that you all would miss me when I’d die. It’s been 2 years now, she is dead. I got full control of the room, my sister got the freedom to do whatever she wishes, my mum got rid of the jibes and taunts and my dad inherited a piece of land. But none of us really miss her.

Sometimes we’ve to act very emotional when it comes to granny. 

I remember once a relative told me, that people do say, very wise things on their death bed, I said, “yea, leave me alone, fat ass bitch.” 

Wisest thing ever said!!!!

Light Me Up // Mujhe Roshan Karo // Urdu Diaries

while most of us are busy doing things, this girl here has created this.
Shereen has always been a writer, I found, endearing and relatable………
more than a writer, she has been a person, I admired, here’s one of her post I really liked……….

~From Life To Shereen~

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Mainn mayoos khadi deewaar hoon,
Tum mujhpar girti roshni.
Tumhari shafaq isi tarah
mere satah se raabta kare,
Toh mainn khil, uth jaungi;
Girte girte rukk jaungi,

Ke haan, ab koi hai
Jo mujhe zinda karraha hai,
Jo mere nasooron ko
Sharminda karraha hai;
Kyunke tum woh khushgawar roshni ho
Jisey chamakna bohot pasand hai,
Jisey chahakna bohot pasand hai,
Aur jisey pasand hai, ke uske ird-gird
Saare fard bhi chamakte rahen,
Aziyat ke palon mein bhi haste rahen,
Manzil se ho door, phir bhi chalte rahen,
Magar kabhi mayoos na ho,
Unhe khud par, afsos na ho.

Haan, tum woh roshni ho
Jo ujde chaman ko bhi,
Bahar-e-gulshan kar de,
Aur parchaaiyon se bhi
Andheron ko roshan kar de.
Bas, har subh-shaam yunhi
Khuda humare milne ka raasta kare;
Tumhari shafaq isi tarah
Mere surkh satah se raabta kare.

– Shereen A. Mir ( @fromlifetoshereen on Instagram)
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