TO KILL A 'CLUCKING' BIRD

Sid looked at his watch. It was only 7 pm. Ann hadn't come back from her mom's yet. The old hen in their backyard was her usual cranky self, clucking away to her own mad glory.

Sid was bored. He was terribly hungry. The clucks were making him irritable too. He was getting impatient. T'was the season of LENT, and they'd been having nothing but DAL-MEAL COMBOS for the past 2 weeks. Seemed like 2 decades. Rice and DAL-Fry...Roti and DAL Makhni...Fried Rice and DAL.

DAL...DAL...DAL...BAH!!! He wasn't gonna have dal today, NO WAY! He couldn't wait 3 more weeks for the annual post LENT-Easter "Chicken-Massacre" to take place. He wanted it NOW! Anne would take an hour or 2 to get back. Now was his chance! The clucks continued outside. The neighbours yelled to complain like they used to everyday.

He had the perfect alibis to get rid of it. He went to the kitchen and brought out his Samurai-edge chopper. But something made him stop in his tracks. 'What would I say to Annie? First of all, it was Lent. Wouldn't it mess up their LENTEN vows? Also, the hen might have been a little too cranky..she might have pecked at them a couple of dozen times this week...the neighbours might be as irritated as they were of her DECIBEL-CRASHING fortitude. But those weren't good enough reasons to justify this act. How could he do that? Would it be right to do it simply because he didn't wanna have DAL again? Should he go ahead..that too to a hen from his own HOME's......

He stopped thinking.

A new thought came to his mind.

It was a EUREKA moment.

HE confidently went out, brandishing his chopper, seeking his soon-to-be dinner table centre-piece.

Two hours later, Annie opened the door with her set of keys.

"Honey, I'm home."

"Hey babes,go have a quick wash. I've prepared something special for dinner tonight."

"Oh really?", she said in jest. "Gimme 10 minutes."

The shower and 'under-dressing' took about 20 minutes. Enough time for Sid to set the table. 2 plates, cutlery, a plate of rice, a tray with salad, a bowl of DAL, and a HUGE platter, with an even BIGGER steel cover over it, rested on the table.

"So whats special?", she asked as he helped her sit.

"See for yourself."

"Oh wow! Rice that I cooked, Dal that again I cooked, salad, and...", she lifted the cover and suddenly her eyes were bloodshot seeing the chicken roast. "SIDNEY!!!...WHAT THE..."

"Relax Honey"

"SHUT UP!!..YOU...WHAT IS THIS???YOU KNOW ITS LENT, DON'T YOU?"

"Honey"

"HOW COULD YOU?"

"Baby"

"YOU'RE SUCH A..."

"BABY..Its our hen...the hen from our backyard. OUR HOME HEN" He now expected her to have the same EUREKA moment that he had 2 hours ago.

She stopped yelling.

The sane thought came over her mind.

She smiled at him.

They had their feast.

There was no guilt.

They both knew that their LENTEN promise to only have DAL was still intact!!

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After all..."GHAR KI MURGI DAAL BARABAR" :P

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I'm just a beginner, please don't hate me just yet! [:P]

LONG WAIT...

Bought a Samsung E250 as soon as I got my first salary on Jan 1. It cost me exactly 5450 bucks. It had all the features I wanted in a cellphone, a camera with zoom, an MP3 player, and FM radio. I even got a 1 GB memory card free with the ebony-black beauty. It was a sliding phone, which I was initially not happy about, but eventually thought it added to its cool factor. It even had a thief-tracking facility, wherein if anyone stole your phone, the number of the new SIM inserted would be flashed to 2 of your confidantes whom you'd register while activating the feature. All of this for JUST Rs.5450/-!! I had to buy it!!!

And I HAD to lose it too. Two weeks back I missed my Company Transport and had to take public transport. Tried to board a MORE-THAN-OVERCROWDED train at Andheri Station to go to Goregaon, which is just 2 stations away. I had let 2 trains go before this since they were MORE-THAN-OVERCROWDED and could'nt afford to miss this one and reach office late. Kept it in my left pant pocket, which was quite deep. Even packed in 2 handkerchiefs deep into my pocket, right over the phone for safety reasons. But wonder of wonders, in a matter of JUST 2 stations, my phone vanished by the time i got off at my destination and checked my pockets. And no, I did'nt lose either of my kerchiefs as complementary gifts to the B@#@#@D. They were still in my pocket...deep down in my pocket where I had thrust them securely. I bet even DAVID BLAINE would'nt be able to pull off a trick like that. But I was'nt that worried. After all it had the mobile tracking system. All I had to do was go to the railway police station just outside Goregaon Railway Station and file an FIR. After all the case was simple. In a few hours I'd have the scoundrel's number, and all the police would have to do is to get his name and location from his telephone service provider and nab him.

But no! Its been 2 antagonisingly long weeks and I'm yet to get my cell!
Went to Goregaon Railway Police Station. The 'Respectable' Inspector (cliched title borrowed from Bollywood) told me to go to Borivali Railway Station since it fell under their jurisdiction, to file the FIR. Only after I insisted did he grumblingly give me his register to jot down my name and adress and the details of the lost cell. The next morning, after an hour of "YOU'RE SUCH AN IRRESPONSIBLE USELESS FAILURE AND LOSER" motivational speech from my dad, I went to Borivali Station with the Purchase bill and the Box in which the Cell was packed. With the help of a TTE who was my cousin's friend(really helpful guy, Mr Sameer Jamdar, thanks a lot Sir), I was able to speak to the head of the police station(I think I'll call him an Inspector too). The Inspector told me to write an application and attach copies of the bill, which I did. He assured me that in a couple of days' time, the culprit would be nabbed, and I'd have my cell phone.

I left the Station, proud that I purchased such a wonderful cellfone, that I would never ever worry about losing. I thought a 2 day wait was pretty kewl. I'd wait for 48 hours....

14 days have passed.....

I'm still waiting........

HUMSAFAR AUR TANHAI

हमसफ़र हमें अपनी राह पर हाथों मे हाथ लेकर चलता है,
तन्हाई हमें अपनी राह खुद बनाना सिखाती है।

हमसफ़र सोच से सोच मिल लेता है,
तन्हाई हमें खुद सोचने को मजबूर करती है।

हमसफ़र की बाहों में सपने सच होते नज़र आते हैं,
तन्हाई के घेरे में हम सपने देखते ज़रूर हैं,
लेकिन हम यह भी जान लेते हैं कि वो शायद कभी सच नहीं होंगे।

हमसफ़र ज़िंदगी के हर कदम पर साथ देने की कसमें खाता हैं,
लेकिन कसमें तोडी भी जा सकती हैं।
तन्हाई कोई वादा नहीं करती,
लेकिन सबके छोड़ देने पर वही साथ देती है।

हमसफ़र साथ छोड़ता है तो हम सब कुछ खो देते हैं,
पर तन्हाई हमें छोड़ देते वक्त वह सब कुछ दे देती है,
जिनकी हम तमन्ना करते थे।

तो क्या तन्हाई ही हमारा सच्चा हमसफ़र है?

Humsafar Humein Apni Raah Par Haathon Mein Haath Lekar Chalta Hai
Tanhai Humein Apni Raah Khud Banaana Sikhati Hai

Humsafar Soch Se Soch Mila Leta Hai
Tanhai Humein Khud Sochne Ko Majboor Karti Hai

Humsafar Ke Baahon Mein Sapne Sach Hote Nazar Aate Hain
Tanhai Ke Ghere Mein Hum Sapne Dekhte Zaroor Hain,
Lekin Hum Yeh Bhi Jaan Lete Hain Ki Woh Shayad Kabhi Sach Nahin Honge

Humsafar Zindagi Ke Har Kadam Par Saath Dene Ki Kasmein Khaata Hai
Lekin Kasmein Todi Bhi Jaa Sakti Hain
Tanhai Koi Vaada Nahin Karti
Lekin Sabke Chhod Dene Par Wahi Saath Deti Hai

Humsafar Saath Chhodta Hai Toh Hum Sab Kuch Kho Dete Hain
Par Tanhai Humein Chhod Dete Waqt Woh Sab Kuch De Deti Hai
Jinki Hum Tamanna Karte The

Toh Kya Tanhai Hi Hamara Sacha Humsafar Hai?

TRUST

My senior colleague sent me a beautiful message through SMS. It goes this way:-

The Perfect Description Of Trust -

"TRUSTING A PERSON IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU COMPLETELY.....

.....WITH A CONFIDENCE THAT THEY WONT!!!"

Thanks Chirag Joshi

लौट आओ LAUT AAO

बरसों बीत चुके, जबसे हमें छोड़ गई तुम,
हम हँसना भूल गए हैं, यूँ तनहा छोड़ गई तुम,
सदाएँ तेरी सुनके, दीदार तेरा पाके,
कुछ अरसे बीत चुके हैं, याद आती अब भी हो तुम।

भुला न पाऊं तुमको, मेरी यादों में न आओ,
आना ही गर है तुमको, तों ज़िंदगी में आओ।

जब जाना ही था तुमको, तों दिल को क्यों चुराया,
दिल का शहर बसाकर, उसी को क्यों उजाडा,
लौट आओ मेरे हमदम, उजाडा फिर बसाओ,
राह देखती हैं आँखें, न और तुम सताओ।

जब से गई हो जानम, मुड़कर न देखा तुमने,
हम जलते हैं या बुझ गए, रूककर न पूछा तुमने,
मेरा गुनाह क्या है? बस चाहता हूँ तुमको,
तुम भी गुनाह करती, क्यों यूँ सज़ा दी तुमने?

दिल-ए-बरबाद को अब तक है इंतज़ार तेरा,
लौट आओगी तुम इक दिन, है एतबार मेरा,
हम रोज़ अश्क पीते, गम में डूबा करते हैं,
रोज़ बनता हैं लहू से, मुझसे तस्वीर तेरा।

दिल में पनाह दो तुम, या फिर फना ही कर दो,
या तोह तुम याद न आओ, या फिर बाहों मे आओ।

आ जाओ, लौट आओ।
आ जाओ, लौट आओ।



For those of you, who's browsers dont support hindi script, or the hindi seems to be jumbled up, heres the same poem in English Script


Barson beet chuke, jabse humein chhod gayi tum,
Hum hasna bhool gaye,
yun tanha chhod gayi tum,
Sadayein teri sunke, deedar tera paake,
kuch arsey beet chuke hain, yaad aati ab bhi ho tum.


Bhula na paaun tumko, meri yaadon mein na aao,
Aana hi gar hai tumko, toh zindagi mein aao.


Jab jaana hi tha tumko, toh dil ko kyun churaya?
Dil ka shahar basaakar, usi ko kyun ujaada?
Laut aao mere humdum, ujaada phir basao,
Raah dekhti hain aankhein, na aur tum sataao.


Jab se gayi ho jaanam, mudkar na dekha tumne,
Hum jalte hain ya bujh gaye, ruk-kar na poocha tumne,
Mera gunaah kya hai? Bas chaahta hoon tumko,
Tum bhi gunaah karti, kyun yun sazaa dee tumne?


Dil-e-barbaad ko ab tak hai intezaar tera,
Laut aaogi tum ik din, hai aetbaar mera,
Hum roz ashq peete, gham mein dooba karte hain,
Roz banta hai lahoo se, mujhse tasveer tera.


Dil mein panaah do tum, ya phir fanaa hi kar do,
Ya toh tum yaad na aao, ya phir baahon mein aao.


Aa jao, Laut ao....
Aa jao, Laut ao....