Subah

सुबह का वह सूरज, हल्का सा कुहरा, धीरे धीरे चलति हवा, दस्व्वे माले पर खड़ा सोचता ही रहा कि हर इन्सान को यह दुन्य कितनी अलग सी दिखाई पड़ती है। यहाँ से दूर सड़के गाड़ियों के साथ आसमान में लुप्त होती हुई लम्बी लम्बी इमारतों की तो अपनी ही एक धुन बनी हुई है जो आकाश से धरती तक एक कोरे स्थान पर उकेरे हुए लगते है.
परदे हटे हुए है, रौशनी घर के हर छेद से अन्दर घुसने की कोशिश कर रही है, घडी की सुई सालोन तक चलने के बावजूद भी धीमी नहीं होती और सड़कों पर गाड़ियों ही हुनकर इतनी दूर तक कानों में सुनाई देती है, पोहे की नमकीन मटर मुह में ऐसे टुटके घुलते हि' एक अलग भरपूर एहसास जगाते है.
पर इसके आगे अगर हम देखे तो सुभह सब अपने कार्य में इतने व्यस्त होते है कि, ठंढ कि वह मीठी चाय जो हवा में अपनी मिठास घोल देती है, उसका स्वाद भी ठीक से नहीं ले पाते क्योकि बचों की बस घर के सामने आकर बस हमारे बचों का का नाम चिल्लाता है, जिसके शर्म की वजह से हम सारा कम छोड़ बस उन्हें तैयार करने में लग जाते है, और भी इस चक्कर में हम उन्हें डांट भी खा लेते है चुप चाप, क्यूँ की वेह भी अब इस दुनिया की दस्तूर को कुछ ही समय में समझ चुके है और यह है भी आसन इस दुनिया में हमे बस घुलना होता है। कुछ और नहीं करना और अगर किया तो बस दुसरो की नज़र हमपर होती है.
वैसे बात यह है की गाड़ी वन आज जल्दी आया था, बच्चे तैयार नहीं थे और शर्म के मारे हमने उन्हें दांत दिया पर अब वे भी समझ जाते है, पर अब फिर से दिन की भगा दूरी में तो सुबह की चाय रह ही गई।
अरे मैं तो यह भी भूल गया था, मुझे भी तो अभी देर हो रही है, तैयार होना है, कम करना जाना है. 

The Coman man

No power did ever change my life,
no man had ever heard his voice, its known in conman about them, no generations can he count, no one in history does he know, he had!  and still it stays with him, his life, his values.
The time that old but persists, the names have gone but, it remains with him the thought, their ways all of it, it still sustains the test of time and hence after a long time when a one of those knows to write and asks about the past, the stories go ignorant no names have survived but the time has, and will stay on.
Even when the lands change, with names of their countries, religion, homes, business but the man and that time will still remain to tell its stories but only without names.

Simple here

The hours in a day have a mood of their own known to every one, a few pass like seconds and some take a really long time but the best part is what did i do each second for I traveled in the words of others, saw from the eyes of lots of brilliant people going after their passion, learnt from Wikipedia giving all the knowledge for free and all that a lot of things in front of my computer. but as it was a evening, on my way back home i met Prof. Desai asking people to donate generously for helping him open and run schools across the city and maintain them.
as i gave him a hundred note i said him i'd seen him, on the Facebook and read the article on him on the NDTV site to which he responded 'Oh did you!' and had just one word to thank every one which was just 'thank you'.

Sparrows

Another monotonous day' I thought to myself and was doodling myself into my computer screen with my thoughts and with a small chirp a whoosh went over my head flying and sat on the barricaded cubicle fence a little far off my bay. it was amazing to see a little sparrow flying around in the office, contrasting itself from the very contemporary forms and colors of the interiors it stood out in its range of hues in khaki and brows. i wonder how must have it got inside but what ever for some time at least we had fun trying to shoo it from each others bay and actually helping it to find its way outside.
we opened the windows, for the first time ever i think, since I've joined this place, and all were up from their cozy and comfortable chair, jumping around to help the small birdy. but she was not interested probably because of the air-conditioners i think, if we went behind her she flew, the flying she again comes and sits on the printer, after we give a print command it starts vibrating so she again abandons the new resting area and now far up on the cupboards, after a lot of confusion in her head for the paparazzi she must have thought to finally take a leave of these animals, giving her a lot of attention so she takes to the air and a big circle in the air she flew off outside from one of the windows in the east that opens into a valley standing aloof closely bounded by a crowded city.
It feels so good seeing these creatures about the size of our fists, so determined in their lives all the time she was inside she had a twig in her beak, which she never dropped or thought of putting it down, even for a moment, probably she or may be he was searching for things that will make his new home and had someone waiting for him.

Moment!

The evening is very cold today due to the air conditioners inside, but its still hot outside at 7:30 pm, interesting music playing in the right volume to charge up ones evening some new and most unknown, its no running from office here, people don't just work here, the place is really different. Actually its this moment that is making its self good and felt.
Imagine a world when the moments make them self felt to you, they come from back and between your hair talk to your ears in an unknown tone and sometimes remain silent, then it takes us for a short walk and leaves your hand back on this keyboard to type this. Its like the time is making way for a fun, fascination and interesting data transfer is happening in a very new, not actually new but has been unknown for sometime now and now its spreading the emo-happening wave connecting directly with the senses of everyone to make a new place where stars come and shout 'its morning here', and we are still here working our hearts out!!

life

A lady in saree there is sitting so lone but content, her immaculate profile view is just perfect holding a sitar  by her left arm resting on the thigh and is just about to move those fingers on to the stings, I can only think in which time the stroll of strings by the slender fingers stroken off their potential state and sprung into the air cracking onto my ears will take me into. and just then a man froze it onto the wall. The painting was breathtaking each and every detail of it from the border of the pallu to the veins below the skin all of it was so real. This and a lot more that we've see, learned of, and admired are as important in human life as something basic to us as the news paper. 

But a work of art is way beyond, its not just admired for its intensity now but rated for that and hence priced. therefore in this time of ours, art leaves the office going common man and serves the buyer. 

Also art has a bigger role to play now, when things go out of hands and become negligible for the most, is the first and biggest mistake of our time. Art and design don't need wall they need your life and our emotion making it a bigger responsibility to take us into a new world where people just come out of there houses to paint, what a fair would that be all the streets clean and inked. all the minds together to think and all the mankind on the roads to plan the roads to connect the hearts to laugh and eat in different parts.

Imperfection

Its building new cities this time, by this we only mean getting smarter by the old day we see, simple things which gets difficult due to basic infrastructure which is the prime objective of being. God gives us a body wherein the passages, flyovers and the basic structure that holds them together is in place and it does not end here every being is designed so that all the needs and necessities of world are met automatically.

So taking it further we make buildings, houses, entertainment centers and a lot of  things, but don't really care for where is all of this taking us into, a better world or something so as to just earn money out of it or to become great business man. Well business over here is again an ambiguous word when we say 'oh! he's a really successful entrepreneur, but where is his business taking the world of ours.

For this place and us to survive here for a lot of time we'll have to get smarter and better, and think of new environment, human every mortal and immortal friendly business ideas.

I some time not far the ideas will get better with age and the young will think in dimensions thought never before and still add to it so much so that this thought and a world so imperfect could be laughed upon but one thing sure what will we make better then. oh!! never mind the space is just way too big to decide and learn.