Real Santa

Why not Santa should be real?

The only imagination of Santa makes everyone happy.

Then the idea of getting the gifts makes older younger. The whole spirit of Christmas is awesome.

Christmas in the heart creates Christmas in the air.

We always love magic and the magic is created by Santa in the Christmas. Children feel that Santa will come in the night and next day all our grief ends. All the wishes comes true.

Why not any good person be Santa for one day and put smile on any Child in pain?

I want that the belief "Santa is real" should not fade.

Let us make Santa Real and give some gifts to needy children near us.

 

 

एक बार

तुमने तो सुनाया ही कुछ नही ,
कैसे कह दिया कि तुम नही समझती।।
हर बार चोट खा कर इस दिल में ,
फिर भी तुम्हारी तस्वीर नही बदलती।
तुम्हारे बिन कहे हम सब समझें,
और हमारे सब कहे भी तुम न समझो।
समझना क्या है क्या समझाना,
बस आँखों से कह दो हम पर बरसो।
दीवार गिर जाएगी फिर शब्दों की,
जब तुम बस एक बार हँस दो।
पीछे पीछे ही चल देंगे हम,
एक इशारा ही बस कर दो।

इश्वर के रंग

इश्वर के रंग कहाँ देखूं ,
मुझे तो रंग दिखाया ही नही।
सबको दी रंगों की पोटली,
मुझे तो कोई रंग बताया ही नही ।
डरती रही की कुछ न बिगड़े,
पर हर डर पर जीवन पाया ही नही ।
जो भी होगा वो तो भविष्य में होगा,
डरा डरा कर वर्तमान गवाया मैंने।
हर फूल से खाया ज़ख़्म मैंने,
हर ज़ख़्म पर मरहम लगाया मैंने।

Chalte Firte

Chalte Firte

 

Plenty of woolen stuffs now loaded in all city outlets. People rush to the stores for shopping. I also went to one store for woollen shawl. I was looking the display. A very fat rich lady entered the store. She was trying to catch the eyes of all the people. Then asked one salesman to show ladies cardigan. The boy started displaying each n every item. After some time she shouted ," This is the time in which we enjoy wearing too many stuffs, but you people don't have the nice collection". She then asked the boy to show winter ladies dress. Again the same attitude. After taking too much of time and trying too many dresses, she again shouted ," I want the latest stuff. Oh! My sis is US is very lucky. She has an opportunity to wear new and fresh stuff".

At Last She selected one dress and exclaimed " This is what I want". She paid the price n went. I amazed when two salesmen laughed and murmured " She has chosen the defected piece for Rs 1500".

This was really funny. I also felt that some people in our country only do shopping for the sake of shopping. They want to show their friends that they are regular visitor to the best outlets in the city. They really don't need the stuff. If they really want to collect the latest stuff every season, I request them to please give one last season's stuff to those kids in slums who wear rags in winter.

THINK O THAT

मेरी छत पर

मेरी छत पर

खुशियाँ लेकर आया यह करवाचौथ का चाँद,
जनम जनम के इस गठबंधन को बाँध।
तुम से ही मेरा है जीवन बंधा हुआ,
हर साँस को तुमने है संजोया हुआ।
अपने प्रेम की माला में सनम,
हमको है तुमने डुबोया हुआ।
यह चाँद हर साल छत पर आता रहे,
छलनी से आपना चेहरा दिखाता रहे।
धरती पर मेरी इन साँसों को ,
तुम्हारी खुशबु से महकाता रहे।

letters in the letter

Let us put letters in a letter

Alas! Writing letter is now a days dying mode of communication. E-mails or electronic letters have replaced this sweet mode of communication.
Letters are best way to express one's emotion on paper. It travels from one land to another. The smell of paper and envelope tell the travelling story.
The long wait for the replies from loved ones and hidden excitement for days n days.
Looking the Streets for the postman or checking post box at the gate thousand times.
Trying to write the story of months in just two or three papers , thinking through what you want to write, and structuring the information in a consumable format is the dying art.



An SMS and E-mail has converted this art into more professional and emotion less art. SMS and E-mail only conveys the information but not the fragrance and freshness of the sender. When you open INBOX of your E-mail , the mail of your dear one is sticking between so many other mails nd junk mails. It seems your loved one is lost in the huge sea of electronic data. It nevers feels personal when you check mail.

A letter beautifully enclosed in fragrant paper with so many designs when opened ,the sweet smile on the face reflects the status of heart.
When you write a letter, the ink from the pen flows on paper with designs you can make with each letter you put on. The effort to play with letters is more fun than pressing a key and selecting one font and one style.

Poor woman

Domestic voilence - A simple tag. This tag can easily be put on any victim's face. Oh ! She is the victim of domestic voilence. But to know the exact story and the sufferings behind this tag is really very hard. Women - educated or uneducated , one way or the other way is facing such thing in our society? This question is really very serious. Our intellectual people say in the meetings, public gathering and stages " Why she is not telling the story to the sensitive World?" " Why she is mum over the issue?" " There are so many laws to protect a women. So many helplines, so many NGO's etc etc".
But the same intellectual people and sensitive people say in their personal life after hearing XXX story of XXX woman " She must be of loose character. That is why her husband or in - laws are beating up? Oh ! She is working in the office, then definately she is coming late to her house etc etc".

Definately there are so many laws , so many help lines but are these laws really helpful? Making these laws is easy but the implementation is difficult. If any woman is suffering, the next doors people know everything but no body come forward. Parents never support their daughter as they feel ashamed of the society.

If one way or other, a case is registered, a woman is 1000 times mentally harrased by the so called protection agencies than she is being harrased by her in laws.

The alive victim of the domestic voilence is getting mental torture by both her in-laws and out-laws( follow up people after case registration).

In our society, a woman killed by her in-laws gets the immediate help and the culprits gets punishment . An alive woman waits for the action for years and years

Sleep , sleep sleep my little angel!
Your dream prince will come..
and take you to the Palace
with all your charming face,
Sleep , sleep sleep my little angel!