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Shyam Sunder has managed to dupe yet another person, this time an alumnus of College of Technology, Pantnagar. Here is the story . Please spread the word as far as you can.

I am pasting the mails I sent to IITK friends today. Please spread the word, as it appears that some other cases of receiving similar phone calls have also come into picture. -- Hi all, This is really embarrassing but also important. There is this who called me up under the name Shyam Sunder, claiming to be a passout of 1996 batch. He said he has been working in Sydney Australia and has come down to India to interview with some company in Chennai. His wallet has been picked up and he needs some help to get back to Bombay. I was a little suspicious in the beginning so I asked for some identity proof. His ICICI account showed the name Shyam Sunder. On google, I found out that there indeed was a alumni named Shyam Sunder in 1996 batch. The page which showed his name didn't open (it timed out). So I fell for the bait and transferred money to the account. He promised to contact me back on reaching Bombay. After I had made the transfer, I just out of curiosity again tried to load that pa...

Well, yet again nostalgia at work. I promise this is going to be the last post in this mood, at least for the time being (of course I may have to post nothing at all for sometime to honour that but ab bol diya to dekha jaayega). Sometimes I think of Google as the Hubble Telescope. Now Hubble was a wonderful thing. Along with Voyager 1 and 2 , it was the Hubble Telescope that made sure that I want to be a astronomer even today. Now in the age of ISS and mars rovers, it is difficult to understand the kind of fascination and excitement that something like voyager and Hubble generated. I had a big poster of Hubble Telescope from a science magazine that I used to cherish a lot. Ah ! the good old days of big dreams when satisfaction was so easy to achieve !! But lets move over Hubble. The topic of this post is not Hubble but Google and why I think of it as Hubble sometimes. One of the most exciting part of Hubble was that it could look into very distant corners of Universe. Now the farther ...

The ocean of beauty, The Islands of pain. The Earth. The men. --------- Clear blue sky, No rain but Sun. Some tan, Some burn.

" How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh? " He must have been so happy when I was born. So many times he must have carried me in his arms. So many times he brought me chocolates when he returned from office or market, brought me comics. How happy he became on seeing me and mom and my sister. And somedays ago, I carried his body on my shoulders and gave it to fire. I always thought I was wiser then all are, that I knew and understood the inevitability of death. I could hardly imagine myself crying over somebody's death. Even that day when I reached home and looked at his body lying in the room, the sense of grief was more because of surrounding environment rather than inner grief. But when I finished perf...

There are thousands of things in my mind right now that I would like to put on this blog, share with the world. But I hardly manage to find time or the kind of tranquility that I want in order to write. There is one thing however, that never fails to push me to the emotional state where words just seem to flow. Few minutes ago, I watched a video prepared by IITK students called "The Way We Were". There was nothing much in the video. Large part of the video is a music video produced in house at IITK which, I must say, is quite good. The rest of the video is brief snippets of some junta talking about how they feel about IITK and what makes it special for them. It is this part that prompted me to write this post. First to quote a dear friend of mine, the later part in the video looks rather like a "boisterous attempt at self-glorification". I somewhat agree with that and it is this feeling of agreement that forces me to think what would I have said if I was there in th...

than to introduce myself :). So here it goes: Three names you go by: 1. Abhaya 2. Abhaga 3. ashu Three screen names you have had: 1. abhaya_summer (yahoo) 2. mathabhaga (aim) 3. tohellwithname (indiatimes) Three physical things you like about yourself: Being known as a hetrosexual, I refuse to answer this :P Three physical things you don't like about yourself: 1. Moment of inertia 2. Uncertainity 3. mass Three parts of your heritage: 1. Desi lucknowi nawab :) 2. Hindi/urdu 3. Family Three things that scare you: 1. pain 2. appear to be selfish and double standard 3. there might be no afterlife Three of your everyday essentials: 1. emails,surfing 2. The Hindu/ TOI 3. plan to start reading all the books I have accumalated Three things that you are wearing right now: 1. pain in my index finger 2. a not-looking-happy look 3. a worry that TV repair costs too much Three things that you want in a relationship: 1. a girl (yes, I am discriminating on the basis of gender. Go, sue me :P) 2. hi...

Alright !! So time for another I-am-back post but let's make an exception this time. Instead of a I-am-back post, let's have a I-am-around post this time because I don't know if I am back still. But as I said, I am around.

The story goes back around 10 years. Some bright young students were having a Botany class and the topic of discussion was flowers. Flowers of all colors, red, blue, orange, violet, yellow, green... "Green?? Who said that ?", demanded the teacher. The culprit was asked about which green colored flower he had seen and was ordered to bring one to the class next day which he couldn't. The reason for this was, as the teacher told them, that there are no green colored flowers, none in the whole world !! No green roses? How unromantic !! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Fast forward 10 years and we find ourselves in Ooty. Well not exactly in Ooty but on the Coonoor - Kotagiri road, in a organic farm called "Beulah Farm" which, in Hebrew means, Blessed by God . It is run by a person called K. Eapen Jacob, who is 70 years of age and who insists that he is only the in-charge of the farm, owner being the God. In the farm, Jacob grows various varieties of herbs, fruits and rare plants, ...

I got a little distracted from the Nilgiri posts for a while but no more. So here it goes. The trip to Ooty was memorable not only for the nice sceneries, beautiful places, and lovely climate but also because we met some of the most unforgettable people. Having come back to the daily routine and struggles of life, they even seem like a little unreal. But they are very much the people of this world who have learned to keep the balance between the ambition and satisfaction. This post talks about one such person named Antony Joseph, creator of thread garden . Are they real? Thread Garden is situated in an exhibition form right in front of the Ooty lake. It consists of over 300 varieties of plants in it, plants with lovely flowers, of all shapes and sizes. Not impressive you say? Well consider that none of those plants are real (you wouldn't guess yourself) but have been manually created by 50 crafts men over 12 years using threads !! Over 60 million meters length of threads have been ...

थके थके से कदम दिल का बोझ सहते हैं , ज्यों लद के फूल से दरख्त झुके रहते हैं । कभी उदास हो कर दिल भी हमसे कहता है, बातें वही जो सब दुनिया के लोग कहते हैं । दीवाने दिल के हाथों इस तरह मजबूर हैं कुछ, गुनाह कर नही सकते, सज़ायें सहते हैं । कभी छलके थे मेरी आंख से जो दो आंसू, अब हर एक शख्स की आंखों से देखो बहते हैं ।

I bought a combo cassette of Kajal and "Do Badan" this weekend. Both the films have excellent songs and I was thinking of getting "Do Badan" for quite sometime now. To make things better, I got it paired with Kajal. I hardly remember the story of either of the movies but the basic undertone of the songs in both the movies remain sad. Of course, Kajal has this favorite Bhajan of Mine "Tora Man Darpan Kahlaaye" but most of the songs, even the romantic ones are not without a touch of melancholy in them. I remember the picturization of "Chhoo lene do naazok hothon ko" in bits and pieces and I can see a Meena Kumari trying to keep away a drunk Rajkumar. Similarly all the songs of "Do Badan" are sad songs. Now from the musical point of view, two movies are very similar. Music director for both the movies is same, Ravi, and Rafi and Asha have sung most of the songs. The only difference is in the lyricists and what a study in contrast they pres...

[ With due apologies to Philip K. Dick ] For some days now, every morning I find a bunch of emails in my inbox from some friends who are graduating from IIT this year and the mails bring back so many memories, happy and sad !! It was around 2 years back when I was also busy writing such mails to all the people I knew. The world still seemed very small and every fellow IITian a close friend. It was beyond imagination that I wouldn't keep in touch with that guy living at the end of my wing whom I hardly had any interaction with. I wanted to get every address, every phone number, every email id. Yahoo groups were formed, mailing lists were created and with all the fan fare we marched out to the real world. And yes ! I also got all those "Friends' " episodes, all those songs, all those movies. How could I ever live without them? Today after 2 years, I have never talked to or mailed to R, my roommate for 3 years. I have little idea how M is doing,my next door neighbour for...

For long I have had this peculiar relationship with dance. Peculiar? Well, Let me explain. I like to read and I also like to write. I like to listen to music and so I also want to learn how to play an instrument. I enjoy good meaningful Cinema and so I have a strong desire to pick up a camera someday. With dance this is different. I love to dance but I hardly feel enthusiastic about watching a dance performance. I never went to any live dance performances even in IIT whereas I always went to all the musical (vocal or instrumental) once. I wonder why? May be the reason can be as banal as having not been exposed much to this particular art form. But I think there is more to it. The fact of the matter is that whenever I look at somebody dancing, I want to go up and join and dance my heart out. It is not so when reading a book. Though I may get inspired but I do not want to go and start writing. I also do not feel that instant need to go grab a camera while watching a movie. They are all d...

Stolen Moments  I almost skipped this one. In fact I went on the trip because the tickets had already been bought and I was not very keen on going and getting them cancelled. Now in the retrospect I think even procrastination has its own virtues. The best part about the trip was our excellent host, Colonel Rajiv Kumar. Due to his busy schedule during our visits, he was not able to accompany us on our excursions but he made sure that we had a well planned and satisfying itinerary for the 3 days. Alas he will be moving to another place in a short while and so we will have to be on our own when we visit next. It was due to him that we got to stay in the DSSC guest house in Wellington, away from the maddening crowd in Ooty in this peak season. And staying in Wellington, which incidentally is the center of Madras Regiment also, gave us the chance to explore more in the Kunoor Valley and beyond. Dear Rajiv, if you are reading this, thanks a lot indeed :) And how can it end without a litt...

With two aching calfs, few scratches on my hand and a heart full of memories, I am back from the Nilgiris (Ooty for the uninformed). It was a nice trip to a nice place in nice company and a nice host and there are quite a few nice experiences that I would like to write about but right now I am too tired to write anything worth reading. I'll be back !!

Although he is undoubtedly the master of this genre of posts, bringing back to my attention some of the wonderful old songs that I have love and lost over the years, let me also try to contribute a little. Today I came across this song and boy ! am I hooked to it now !! The poetry, the music and the rendition, everything is so addictive. And it is not only the powerful lyrics but the way Rafi has rendered them, every nuance of meaning hidden in those lines comes out. As the poet goes from the self defending to encouraging and finally blaming mood, Rafi's voice makes it difficult to not appreciate the changing shades of mood. The pain and that wish to get back what has been lost just gets to you. The music provides full support to the inherent flow and rythme of the lyrics. May be it is the mood or the mausam, I just can't stop humming these lines. Incidently they come from the kalam of Shaqeel Bandayuni, somebody who is rising quickly in my list of favourites. Music is by O. ...

उस दिल मे जो है छिपा, जान ना पाया हूं । जो स्वपन देखती हैं मेरे संग वो आंखें, मुझसे पहले भी ख्वाब बुना करती होंगी ? जो रातें अब मेरी यादों मे कटती हैं, मुझसे पहले क्या सोच कटा करती होंगी ? अंजान स्वपन रत्नों से भरे हुए उसके मन आगारों मे अभी झांक ना पाया हूं । उस दिल मे जो है छिपा, जान ना पाया हूं । अब तान छेडता हूं मैं उसके हाथों पर, कल तक क्या जीवन राग हुआ करता होगा ? अब गीत है अपने प्यार, मिलन, विरह का तो , मुझसे पहले क्या गीत हुआ करता होगा ? जो सांझ सवेरे मन गुंजन गाता होगा, वो स्वरलहरी मैं अभी कहां सुन पाया हूं ? उस दिल मे जो है छिपा, जान ना पाया हूं । इस बार नही फ़ूला है बस वन उपवन मे, इस बार बसंती रंग चढा मन पर मेरे । और उन जाने अंजाने रंगों से प्रियतम, मैंने अपने जीवन के कितने चित्र उकेरे । पर तेरे मन की शाखों पर जो फ़ूल खिले, उनके रंग अब तक देख कहां मैं पाया हूं ? उस दिल मे जो है छिपा, जान ना पाया हूं ।

There have been complaints that my last post about my vacations was too out of the box and that a little more earthly account of the same would be much more appreciated. So now, when I am more into my senses, I thought of writing a Guide to Life . No, I don't plan to write a guide to life, if you ever lay your hands on one, tear it apart, burn it, bury it deep into ground but don't read it but rather a brief guide to Life . The first line can be approximately translated to : "The amount of time spent on deciding the title of a post and amount of time spent in actually writing the post sum upto a undetermined but positive and finite constant, within the limits of experimental errors. This assumes that the time you spent in writing the post and the time that you spend in deciding the title are directly proportional to the final gravity (depth of meaning) of the result." And since there is hardly anything graver then Life , the post losses out on any chances of having a...

Ab samay milan ka door nahi. Main ghoom raha tha vyathit akela, raat shahar ki galiyon me, jyon pagal bhanwara dar dar bhatke band kamal ki kaliyon pe, man ki aakulta pag me bhar, main chalta jata idhar udhar, lagta tha jisko dhoondh raha, voh paas hi hai, kahin door nahi. Ab samay milan ka door nahi. pighli chaandi si chandra kiran girti patton se chan chan ke, tim tim nartan karte taare, man bahlaate the ban ban ke. rukna kintu na bhagya mera, man ko tha duvidha ne ghera, "manzil meri aane vaali aur, main ab tak thak ker choor nahi?" Ab samay milan ka door nahi. Chali pawan fir door desh se ye sandesha le aayi, us virhani ki vyakulta apne antar me bhar laayi, "Tum udwigna hawaaon me, mere antar me jwala hai. Itne din yajna chala ye ab, antim aahuti door nahi !!" Ab samay milan ka door nahi.

The total sum of gravity of the title of a post and post itself is more or less constant. As usual, I am trying to be witty after a long hiatus from this blog but the reason for that is not at all usual. I was on a journey, one like I never went on before, one I would hardly ever go on again. Those who cared to keep track, saw me travelling to City of Nawabs from City of Gardens and back. Those who cared to travel with me, travelled from as far as Deccan Queen and NCR and for next 15 days, City of Nawabs turned into a Never Never Land. Unfortunately I cannot tell you what Never Never land is, You will have to see it for yourself, someday ! For now, its spring time, both inside me and outside me. I guess I should start bracing up for summers !

Tum hi tum ho base khayaalon me, kya likhoon ab ki kuch bacha hi nahi. bhari mehfil me bulava do jhukti palkon ka, pukaarne ka voh andaaz ab bacha hi nahi. jo ghul jata tha tabiyat me shahad ke jaisa, tamaam shahar me vo lahza kahin bacha hi nahi. ye mere dil ke lahoo se ranga tera haath sanam, hina ke rang ke layak ye ab bacha hi nahi. mere pahoonchne me bahut der na ho jaaye kahin, aur vo kah den ab aaye ho? kuch bacha hi nahi. ki jis lohe se khuda dhaalta tha aadam ko, ab bahut saal hue, faulaad voh bacha hi nahi. aaj duniya me her insaan lahoo ka hai pyaasa, aur ragon me daudta paani, lahoo bacha hi nahi. ki ab maykhaane me sab pee ke hosh khote hain, jo pee ke hosh me aaye, voh ab bacha hi nahi. vaqt ne likh diya sab kuch abhaga chehre per, chhipaayen dil me jise, raaj ab bacha hi nahi.

This comes from here . Awesome site if you are feeling a little down at work. Works magic for me. (Be warned that some of the content might be offensive. Click at your own risk. (no images, only text) ) 1. Save every Free Credit Card Offer you get, Put it in pile A 2. Save every Free Coupon You get, put that in pile B 3. Now open the credit card mail from pile A and find the Business Reply Mail Envelope. 4. Take the coupons from pile B and stuff them in the envelope you hold in your hand. 5. Drop the stuffed to the brim envelopes in your mail and walk away whistling. I have now received two phone calls from the credit card companies telling me that they received a stuffed envelope with coupons rather then my application. They informed me that it they are not pleased that they footed the bill for the crap I sent them. I reply with "It says Business Reply Mail" I'm suggesting coupons to you to ensure that your business...

A lovely poem about the marginalia , something to which I have been quite opposed till now ( and I am not alone ) but recently I am beginning to rethink about it. More of that later, right now enjoy the poem. Its lovely !! Marginalia Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien, they seem to say, I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head. Other comments are more offhand, dismissive - "Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" - that kind of thing. I remember once looking up from my reading, my thumb as a bookmark, trying to imagine what the person must look like why wrote "Don't be a ninny" alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson. Students are more modest needing to leave only their splayed footprints along the shore of the page. One scrawls "Metaphor" next ...

Yes I have done it again !! Once again in my life, I stamped myself with the mark that I hate most, the mark of being a mediocre !! I don't mind begin bad, hardly anyone minds being good but mediocre is one thing I never want to be. It has happened so many times in the life now that I hardly feel sad and that makes it even worse. I am getting used to live like this. And this time it was nothing less but the profession that I have chosen for my life, things that I have been doing for 5-6 years now. After having spent 5 years typing, sitting in front of computer I do not know how to put together a decent piece of code fast enough !! How much more time do you need Mr. Abhaya Agarwal? How much? Yes Google I accept !! I am still not worthy enough to set foot on your premises. But I will be. Because if India has to change, I have to be the first one !

Today seems to be the day to take all the quizzes !! I am not "that" good really ;) Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires. And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek. You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships. It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is. What Is Your Seduction Style?

Now this is flattering :D. Got the link from Jaya's blog You Are a Pundit Blogger! Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read. Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few . What kind of blogger are you?

"Life is a tragedy for those who feel. It is a comedy for those who think." May be it is a action movie for those who act :)

Since a lot of people have been reaching on my site searching for the Jagjit Singh and Ghulam Ali concert, I thought I would put up the relevent information. Date : 5th March Venue: Tickets: priced at 250, 500 and 1000/- available at Planet M, Pizza Corner and some more places. will update it soon.

Veg Burger at KFC (in Forum Mall to be specific) sucks big time. I took the crispy one and if that was a crispy one, God have mercy on the normal one. MacD wins hands down. It is not on thin air that they have built such a fortune. They rock !!

bahut bechain hai ye dil mera, ki aaj kisne hume yaad kiya? mili sharaab ya aankh ke aansoo, ki humne jo bhi piya khoob piya. Hansi khushi umeeden baad-e-vafaa, mila tha jo bhi sabko baant diya. liya Zindagi ko humne aade haath her pal, Aur zindagi ne bhi bharpoor inteqaam liya. dekh yoon zindagi ka haal abhaga bola, jiya jiya, na jiya to bhi aisa kya na jiya.

Raaj-e-mohabbat jin dilon me hote hain, voh kuch chup chap se, khaamosh se kyon hote hain? mahakte hain chaman jin gulon ki khushbu se, subeh do ashk unki aankh me kyon hote hain? na ki parwah kuch zinda main jab tarapta tha, mere marne pe voh kyon zaar zaar rote hain? lagaaye daag kaise aadmi ne seene pe, zamin ke, abr her ek roj aake dhote hain. ye bahaaren, ye mahfilen, ye khushi ka aalam, aur hum badhavaas se, khaamosh baithe rote hain. Na ker tu gam mere dil ab kisi ke khone per, voh kahan paate hain jo kuch bhi nahi khote hain.

Another gem from Hussain brothers. I got two more of their albums yesterday which takes the count to 11 now. Once again, you have to listen to this one to understand why it is here and what does it have to say that you cannot read. Meri uljhan se mere saath ulajhne vala, koi to hota meri baat samajhne vala. Aaine teri to sakhiyan hain voh aankhen, ye bata, kiske khwaab un me sanjoye hai sanwarne vala. Apna dil bhi vo kasauti pe kabhi to rakhe, mere ahsas ka maghmoom parakhne vala. [maghmoom - woe] abke aaye jo koi abr to kuch aisa khayaal, meri aankhon ki tarah roj barasne vala. -- Priyadarshi Thakur Khayal Jagjit Singh and Ghulam Ali are giving a combined concert in Bangalore on 5th of March. Guess who is excited about it :)

here is something for you (old movie posters)

I know it is a little late but how often do you find somebody like John Milton writing a sonnet about turning 23. How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-master's eye. -- John Milton Now at first look his poetry seems to be rather terse and lacking in warmth but I have found that it does has a way of growing on you over the time . "On His Blindness" makes much more sense now then it used to back in school. Following is a...

The arguments of last two posts seem to indicate that the future of human languages is quite bleak. There is however a silver lining in the black clouds. As I see it now, the previous arguments fail if you want to apply them to things related to art. I am using this word in the broad sense of meaning most of the creative activities. Now in art, there is little role of "building on top". Surely to become a good writer, as anybody would tell you, you must read a lot or to produce good music, it helps to listen to a lot of good music. It helps but again whenever you start, you are at ground zero. You have to start on your own and buildup. The fact that Ghalib wrote very good sher-o-shayari, makes it no easy or no less creative for a new shayaar to start writing. Similarly Picasso's paintings might have influenced a lot of painters but each and every one of their works is a result of a journey they did alone. Another point is that I think most of the art is very personal. A ...

While writing the last post, I again got a direction that led to my favorite theory of future evolution of human race, namely gaia or collective intelligence. I am not sure how much time it will take us to reach there and the chances of it happening in my lifetime or your are quite bleak. We are talking of evolution here guys :) !! If you again consider the argument of last post and I would stick with the mathematics, today one needs to study a lot before he gets to the point where he can start making new contributions to a field and even then he/she ends up in a very specialized field. Now there are two things that make this model of progress inherently doomed. First one is a little silly but it stands none the less. Most of the major contributions of a mathematician come at a young age and in the first half of his career. There are very few examples of ground breaking works from old mathematicians. For more on this, Hardy's "A Mathematician's Apology" is a good read...

If one has to name one skill of human race that has enabled it to survive and prosper on earth, it will have to be the ability to build up on top of existing knowledge. And if we stretch the point a bit more, even the evolution of life is dependent on this very ability. The difference is that before the evolution of primates, this ability was mainly hidden in the genes, completely in the hands of nature, something called Natural Selection. But as the evolution happened and the brain size increased, species started to use this ability consciously and then came man and devised language. Normally when we talk about language, we think of it as a medium to communicate information. But language also enables us to store information. The capability to store information protects against the attrition of knowledge and allows the coming generations to build on top of what has already been done. And this is one of the aims of education that the champions of creativity sometimes completely forget. ...

This one is a proper Ghazal following all the rules of form of Ghazal. The meter of different shers might be a little off but I hope it is bearable. kabhi hans ke thodi shikayat karenge, meri jaan sun na ki sapno ki tanhai me kuch kahenge, meri jaan sun na. range kore kagaz the pahle bhi maine, magar tumse mil ke, ajab dard aaya hai nagmon me mere, meri jaan sun na. Machalna to hai dil ki aadat purani, magar is dafa to, buna dhadkano ne bhi hai ek tarana, meri jaan sun na. jo taareekh me darz ho na sakin, aisi kuch daastanen, shab-e-taar me gungunaate hain taare, meri jaan sun na [shab-e-taar - dark night] hawayen kahengi khalish mere dil ki , magar apne muh se kah na sakoonga main tumse abhaga, meri jaan sun na. [khalish - pain]

kabhii yuu.N bhii aa merii aa.Nkh me.n ke merii nazar ko Khabar na ho mujhe ek raat navaaz de magar uske baad sahar na ho [navaaz - to grant] vo ba.Daa rahiim-o-kariim hai mujhe ye sifat bhii ataa kare tujhe bhuulane kii duaa karuu.N to duaa me.n merii asar na ho [rahiim-o-kariim - kind & generous; sifat - talent] mere baazuo.n me.n thakii thakii , abhii mahav-e-Khvaab hai chaa.Ndanii na uThe sitaaro.n kii paalakii, abhii aahaTo.n kaa guzar na ho ye Gazal ki jaise hiran kii aa.Nkho.n me.n pichhalii raat kii chaa.Ndanii na bujhe Kharaabe kii roshanii, kabhii becharaaG ye ghar na ho vo firaaq ho yaa visaal ho, terii yaad mahakegii ek din vo gulaab ban ke khilegaa kyaa, jo chiraaG ban ke jalaa na ho kabhii dhuup de, kabhii badaliyaa.N, dil-o-jaa.N se dono.n qubuul hai.n magar us nagar me.n na qaid kar jahaa.N zindagii kii havaa na ho kabhii din kii dhuup me.n jhuum ke kabhii shab ke phuul ko chuum ke yuu.N hii saath saath chale.n sadaa kabhii Khatm apanaa safar na ho [shab - night] me...

One of these days I may write more about it but for the time being, he said it all .

3. chalo mere saath jab tak raaste apne judaa hote nahi, musaafir chaar din ke hum, kisi ko bevafa kahte nahi. hain is umeed me kayam nafas ke silsile ab tak, ki mera muntazir hoga, liye voh haath me khanjar kahin. [Nafas: breath,saans Muntazir: one who waits] asar deedar ka hai ya ki kaafir ho gaya hoon main, tamanna-e-parastish hai magar koi khuda bhata nahi. [parastish: worship] bahut si khwahishen aayin humaare darmiyan lekin, na main badla abhaga, na meri aawargi badli kahin. 1. Zinda rahe to fir milenge, haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge, aur karenge umeed, ki kabhi kisi udaas shaam me, tumhaari aankhon se ek aanson humaare naam ka bhi bahega. Zinda rahe to fir milenge, haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge, aur karenge umeed, ki kabhi kisi andheri raat me, taaron ki us barat me ek chehra tumhe humaara bhi dikhega. Zinda rahe to fir milenge, haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge, aur karenge umeed, ki chahe tum mujhe bhool bhi jao, tumhaare dil me thoda sa dard humaare naam ka fir bhi rahega. Zinda rah...