A Friend

She entered room, she knew she is going to be alone for next four days..

and the little number of people she knew had left the city..

but she had some hopes..

she opened room.. and started looking here and there

she was searching somehing which she didn't know why..

she even checked the bathroom and mirror..

she hated for being foolish..  why and what she is looking for..

Tired, She opened her laptop to watch a movie.. ofcourse to kill time.. 

there was a note struck on keypad..

saying.. 

Watch Movies.. Stay nice.. enjoy.. and Yeah Blog :)

and she smiled..

she got all the answers.. why and what was she looking for..

and the anxiety was not "to find something" but to validate..

and her tension for next four days was gone..

coz she knew if not in the city.. there are many people who are with her right now..

some people are sleeping in banglore, gurgaon or chennai....

one is travelling to Hyderabad right now..

She wanted me to blog..

So this one is for her...

This one is for u..

San San :)

Salaam Mumbai...

I have been to Mumbai before.. Yes i do accept

 that calling it a visit wouldn't be appropriate by any standards not just because of the length of time i spent here but also because of the little area i swiped..

So here i am.. for two months this time..

and this started with the "loot"experienced by me and my friend by a cab driver when it was told by my PROUD Mumbaiyaa friend that i won't get any problem at Mumbai.. No one cheats..

So this post is dedicated to u my friend.. To tell you that there is no perfect white .. there is no perfect black.. there are shades of gray.. and even the lightest of gray has a percentage of black.. but that little pie of black doesn't make it ugly.. but makes it more beautiful because of contrast effect.. 

Mumbai is beautiful as per 28 hours of my life i spent here.. lets see for next two months which i am sure will be nice too.. But don't escape when black is mentioned...

Accept the Gray...  :)

The Base..

I would like this one with the one of the lines my father uses -

"Kad tab uncha hoga

jab sar aasmaan mein aur kadam hon dharti pe...

 jad sir aasmaan mein ho aur kadam bhi..

to kad uncha nahi hota..

insaan gir jaata hai....  

"

and after a visit to the city i was born .. and had the strongest connection with ... i can understand dad's these words ... better .. every time..

I am talking about FARIDKOT,the city where me , my brother , my father and yes by coincidence my mother was born too. A city which embraced my grandpa and whole family including a kid of 6 months when they came from Pakistan in 1947. So in real manner it is not the place where we belonged to as all that is left behind. But no matter how many times different names of places are discussed at home as our roots, how many times my father gets transferred to the best of cities, how many times i change my address and my phone number with the changing months, you ask me to define home - I'll say Faridkot.

It is the most beautiful place on earth where every one knows every body. Where one doesn't have to tell a rickshaw waala a house number to go but "Sharma ji" aur "Rabra ji's" home..

This time i reached there at 5 30 in the morning and i was looking at shops, clock tower and what not which is standing still without any kind of change from years. There is no place better where i feel home even if i visit after one year. It welcomes me with open arms and the warmth which can't be matched.

All those memories from past are so fresh that when ever i go there... I see my brother running after kites in summers holiday in that home.. I see my mother and aunt chatting and cooking for large huge family which is gathered for summers.. I see my grandma giving me extra rupee to buy toffees.. I see my father showing me the best places of city.. my uncle taking me out for a scooter  ride... I see myself playing at our own farms.. splashing the water on my cousins out from a tube well...

All that was so beautiful.. Being there is so beautiful...

This place which is second smallest town on India's map is most important place of my life...

Because it gives me a strong solid base.. which never changes.. allows me to go.. jump high in life... come back to its freshness and revive myself.. touch the base.. and jump even higher...