kyun ki bare bare halls mein...chhoti chhoti baatein to hoti rehti hain

"hall ke liye" is by far the most senti metaphor used in kgp.
So inevitably the question arises" what constitutes a hall?"
This post touches some of those shades of grey.

लफ्ज़ गायब थे, साँसे दबी सी थी,
होंठ सूखे, जान हलख पर, चेहरे पर हँसी सी थी.
उस नादान के पहलू को  ज़रा तबीयत से देख लो,
कहीं तुम्हे वो चेहरा कुछ  पहचाना सा न लग जाए,
ढूँढने से उन आँखों में, खोया याराना न मिल जाए.
वह ख़ुदकुशी नहीं  कर रहा, हौंसलो की अर्थी तो कब की निकल चुकी.
और जब हौसलों की अर्थी निकली तो उसे न मिलने यारों के चार काँधे थे.
पर तुम्हे  याद तो  होगा ही पिछली बरस तुमने  दिए कितने बाँधे थे.

आजाद था वो, सो आजादी ही  भा  गयी उसे.
पतंग सा मन था, खींचते उम्मीदों की डोर थी,
किन्तु गम न था क्यूंकि बाजू में यार-पतंगों का शोर था.
पर जब यार-पतंगों की टोली भी  निकल गयी आगे,
तब वही मदमस्त पवन थकाने लगी, लगा अब और कितना भागे.
अब तो उसे चुभते उन्ही सखों  के मांझे थे,
पर तुम्हे याद तो होगा ही पिछले बरस तुमने दिए कितने बाँधे थे.

Women's day Special

everything has two sides,
a coin has two and an opinion has them too.
But my purpose here is not to opine;
opinions are always shrewd and misconstrued;
so I'll talk and it'll be plain simple talk,
yes my friend, these are two different things;
so did you know that today is women's day;
do not freak out I am not gonna go into regular details;
I am just gonna ask;
have you ever tried to experience the woman inside you?
no you are wrong; it's not an insane question
so I repeat, have you ever experienced that?
a woman sees a world with a different tint in her glass
for you,
a different male is a competitor.
for her
he's an admirer.
for you,
roughness is an attribute,
for her,
being delicate is welcome.
the list goes on..
I do not wish to show you the list
I just wish that  you to feel the different tint a woman has in her glass.
so again everything has two sides
ying and yang...
so even when you achieve completeness (i have no clue if that's possible)
you will miss something; and feel an uncanny hollow inside you;
now you wanna know what's that secret ingredient?
.....
the question still looms there "have you ever felt the woman inside you"?



DISCLAIMER: this post is intended for a male audience.
So the views of the author are expressed from such perspective.
For my male audience I have a request do not get offended; it would be pity, especially getting
offended by a post which is namesake of the day on which it was written.

are you a dreamer, friend?
sometimes when days seem so gloomy,

you start to question your existence.

at that moment do you dream of an escape?
or you lament on the doors you left behind closed;
and alas! now you can not return back.
my friend the lock on those doors are not a bagasse of your misfortune;

they are stamps of time;
so I have them too, and so did Gandhi or Churchill;
you know what I like about this place:
Everyone is a dreamer here; and so are YOU.