The Inter-Religion Love

She wished he wore a sherwani
And he wished she wore a hijaab….
So that their innocent love story would be completed!!!!
She wished he loved red…
And he wished she worshiped the green!!!
So that they could colour rainbow of their love!!!
She wished he takes the saath feras!
And he wished she pronounced “qubool
hai” thrice!!
So that they could be bound together for a lifetime!!

But it was an open secret that…
She did “ibadat”
And he performed “pooja”
She seeked dua
And he took aashirwad
She learned about Quran
And he knew verses of Geeta
She loved the Sheer Khurma
And he loved the kheer
She enjoyed the iddi
And loved bowing down just for that money blessings
She enjoyed iftiyaar
And he lit Diwali diyas!!!!

Both had just a question
To his Allah
And to her Krishna…
Jab mohabbat swayam aapne b ki… Jab pyaar karna khud aapne sikhaya…
Toh ab jab muqammal karne ka waqt aaya tab kyu hume aapke naam par banaye inn khokale deewaron mai gher liya
Nikaah ussi se ho jisse ishq kiya…
Shaadi saath janmon ka sath hota h
Ye khud tune hi sikhaaya…
Toh ab ye ucch neech
Amir gareeb… Hindu Musalman kaha se aaya humare beech!!!???
Sawaal bahot h tujhse mere maula…
Bass kabhi deedar ho aapka…

Dad and Daughters (2)

This one is from Bride-to-be to her dearest Dad

Well, this goes to that dearest person of life, who might seem very happy today, welcoming the guests there, serving everyone, smiling back to every smile that is caught by him!! This is what the world sees him like!!!!

But Papa, I did notice you a day before (i.e. a day before the marriage) staring at my childhood photos late night, I did see you quietly stepping in my room and just patting my forehead, I did catch a glimpse of you proudly looking through all my trophies and silently just faking a smile. Papa, the world might feel that it’s the best day of life, but deep inside I do know you stand there and cry bitterly, you just wish you could hold on more with the time! Somewhere comes a memory and you remember the first time I spoke a word, the first time I made the tea with buttermilk and you still sipped it like the most tasty drink on earth, the times I came home crying and complaining of someone bullying me at school and you had so much to shout at me for saying be brave I am not going to follow you everywhere but the fact was you were there every time a princess needed his King. Though I am stepping a new phase of life for which you are happiest, the smile does speak out saying – Just a day more with my princess, that just one more cup of tea in evening when mom and you had that Tu-Tu Mai-Mai arguments, that just once more we hold each other’s hand and walk through the nursery campus, just one more time that we could play teacher-teacher and you be my student whom I literally punished on not doing homework, just one more day when we had those cushion fights, unending chit chats, top secrets from Mumma!!

And the night ended, it was the Day, yes it was my wedding day, with a tired mind and weary eyes you still looked the best – My Super Hero. Gradually the day had so many ceremonies and you were somewhere trying to steal a little more time from the clock to stop and so that once again in that red lehenga I would be your smallest doll and we played all sort of games! I did notice all of it, because Papa people understand you by words, but we understood each other by eyes! Finally, came the heaviest part of the day – Bidaai. The last person I wanted to hug was you, because I knew it was going to be an ocean of emotions flowing from both the sides. And then when I hugged you, uncontrollable from both sides had a breakdown of so many memories – and the last wish I asked from you was – Papa the same way I held your little finger and walked to my Pre-school, (crying as if the world was gonna end) I wanna walk down with you, to start my new life where you still remain to be my Super Hero!!!

I just want you to know dad that yeah, as you always said, I am your son. Don’t ever hesitate to call your son back home when you still feel like drinking that evening tea, when you still feel like gossiping when Mumma’s around making her get so jealous of what exactly is cooking up in us!!!

Forever your Princess!!

Nomad

I would love to be nomad than a tourist…

I would love to roam with essentials – air, water and clothes than the well packed bag

I would rather enjoy sweaty day than the extra makeup for a photoshoot

Nomadic life – one of kind adventure…

Bag pack to Goa!!!!

Ready for adventures!!! A ticket and essentials is all packed up!!!

With empty mind to hold on a thousand memories!!!

Oops!! Normally abnormal

I would like to open the blog with an question which you may answer at the end!
“Is this normal!? ”
It was “his” message, I will be there within an hour and it was Topsy turvy situation for me!!

I mean…. That dried throat…those butterflies in my tummy… the clock where minutes seemed to be ticking slow… the world seemed to be more colorful
The blue color box which has few colors spill on its outside out of nowhere seemed to be something so very filmy… Like the blue sky with colorful rainbow on it!!

I was fine just few minutes before reading a novel and sipping my coffee… All of sudden after that blink on my phone it feels like the breeze is touching my cheeks and making me feel more in love… The chirping birds are singing love songs… And the setting sun is painting the sky just for us!!

And a little later… I looked at myself in mirror with idiotic thoughts like…. OMG!!! Is this something like multiple personality disorder or is the heart that is pumping like the basket ball tribles once it is bounced showing signs of some cardiac arrest?!? The eyes visualizing him in every corner of my room was shouting about my madness and gush of thousands of pretty smilez on my face!

I was standing in the window which I hardly even look at… More then 10 glimpses down the lane searching a familiar face and ears all alert to hear his bike honk out loud!! (whereas honking normally irritates me to its peak)
A girl who normally has messy hair and clumsy attire is my description for own self (and I don’t have any arguments on the same😉😉)… Just took a look saying… Is my skin too oily… Am I too stout… This shirt is fine, right!? And what not… But then next minute I setlled down with my empty coffee mug like… Oh… Any ways he loves me in my pimple face or that complete make up wala face… So rest again!!!

It was 7th time on the lazy Saturday evening that I took tons of efforts to go downstairs and see whether he has come!! And nearly every second minute my poor cell phone was disturbed to check out whether he has come!

I was confused….

WHAT IS THIS???

And just typing this all in my words on my laptop… As my fingers moved on keyboard, there comes a hand guiding my fingers to end the blog as
“THIS IS LOVE – a heart to heart connection of one soul to the other”
Standing right behind me… There he had come with my favorite chocolates peeping out of his pocket!!!

(And Wow!!! What a beautiful way to end the blog was he writing the closing line)

My Girl!

Its some one special who was born today!! Someone who knows me from the time she was born, someone who has been by me more than my shadows! Someone who is been there always whenever I have needed! The person with whom I can fight all day long, pull her hair, say ill things to her, criticize on face, beat her up, get beaten up by her, have all sort of cat fights and still will be first one to shed out tears for each other even if the other has got a scratch!!

The amazing bond I share with this special person of life is just not expressible in words!

My darling younger sister – Samu! Stay blessed my love, my make up artist, my hair dresser, my best critic, my dress designer, my fashion icon! My artist! In a nutshell you are my world sweetheart!!!

May the beautiful year ahead get you all you want to achieve in life, Reach heights of success!!

Sunday Assignment

This week end there is a small assignment for all of us!

Just name all things, people or a task that you love to do, that gives you an inner satisfaction! That makes you feel like “Oh God, I wish the day would have one extra hour…

Once you are done jotting down all this roughly, just note to yourself where do you rank your own self as a person with whom you are happy or where do you prioritize spending time with your self or simply being quiet and unfurling the unspoken words of your own heart??

And I am sure most of us wont even have this component in our list! The list will mostly sound like People whom I love – My Parents or My siblings, or may be a childhood friend or my husband etc.

Things which I love list will have my car, my house, my clothes and all the possible materialistic things

Tasks that I love will might have family time, movie with friends, dinner date with my love and so on and so forth!

I can not deny of course that all these are important but then once in the fast run, stop to look at yourself. Just wait to hear the unsaid. Understand the silence of your heart and value your presence!

Let us all just spend this Sunday with our self, may be doing the things we love as a person, not to please anyone other than the one whom you face every morning in the mirror and simply make it look beautiful externally!!

person standing on hand rails with arms wide open facing the mountains and clouds
Life is gift gifted only once so just live it to its best

ती भारी वाली feeling!!!

प्रेम…
असते का ओ खरच ही अशी काहीतरी “feeling”…
म्हणजे… ते वेगळ्याच जगात वावरणं…
छोट्याशा भेटीसाठी तास-तासभर आवरणं….
म्हणजे… अचानकच रोज उमलनारं ते गुलाब…
लाजून जास्तच लाल झाल्यासारखं वाटतं…

तिच्या दबदबलेल्या पायांचा शांत आवाजपण…
काळजाचा ठोका चुकवून जातं…
आणि त्याच्या गाडीचा हॉर्न गर्दीत पण…
अंगावर अगदी काटा आणतं…
चेहऱ्यावर येऊन तिच्या खोडसाळ डोळ्यांना अडोसा घालणारी ती केसांची एक बट…
जेव्हा त्याच्या बोटाने मागे जाते…
तेव्हा तिची लाल होणारी गाल…
आणि त्याचं ते तिला एकटक बघणं…
ह्यालाच म्हणतात का ती वाली feeling…
ती प्रेमाची feeling…
एकट्यातच ते हसणं…
हसुन लाजणं..
लाजुन स्वताच आपला मुख लपवून घेणं…
रात्रीच्या चांडण्याबरोबर गप्पा मारणं…
आणि चांदोबाला “माझा निरोप पोहचव हा” असं अगदी बालिशपणाने ने सांगणं
म्हणजे हेच असतं का प्रेम…
हीच आहे का ती special वाली feeling…
दिलेल्या time मधे अगदी धापा टाकत पळत येणं…
आणि पोहोचलो की शाळेतल्या मुलासारखं हट्ट करणं…
अगं चिडू नको ना… मोजून फक्त १३ मिनिटं late झालोय ना मी…
आणि तिचं नाक मुरडत अगदी रागातल्या प्रेमात पाणी देत म्हणणं “नेहमीचंच आहे हे तुझं…”
म्हणजे हेच का ओ ते…
ज्याला प्रेम असं आपण म्हणतो
जेवण नीट कर… गोळ्या time वर घे… असं निघताना तिचं १० वेळा बजावत सांगणं
तुला बस भेटली की कळव… पोहचली की लगेच msg कर अशी काळजी घेत त्याचं तिला म्हणणं
अनोळखी ते दोन जीव
आकाशात भरारी घेत उडणारी चिमुकली पाखरं…
कधी एक मेकात गुरफटून एकाच घरट्यात राहायला तयार होतात कळतच नाही…
ती निखळ स्वच्छ मैत्री…
कधी प्रेमाचा रूप घेते उमजतच नाही…

आणि अखेर तो तिला विचारतो……
“लग्न करशील का ग माझ्याशी, निभावशील का साथ आयुष्यभर?”
घेशील का अशीच काळजी नेहमी, लावशील का माझा नाव तुझ्या नावा पुढे???
आणि तिच्या लाजुन वाकलेल्या नजरेतून….
तिच्या “इश्श” अश्या शब्दातून….
तिच्या त्या चोरून पाहणाऱ्या नेत्रातून…
येतो तिचा निरागस होकार…
हेच असतं ना प्रेम…
जे मैत्रीला प्रेमाचा आणि प्रेमाला जन्मो जन्मानंतरच्या नात्यात बांधुन टाकतं…
खरंच खुप भारी असते ना ही feeling…

प्रेम!!!!

Love is most beautiful feeling…..

You might fall….Get bruised…Get hurt…You might feel broken….But still without love…. Life is incomplete!!!😍😍😍