Mohabbat

"Mohabbat bhi Zindagi ki tarah hoti hai
Har mod asaan nehi hota, har mod pe khushiya nehi milti.
Jab hum zindagi ka saath nehi chhodte toh
Mohabbat ka saath kyun chhode??
---Mohabbatein

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Ghost/Spirit/Devil---A Real Life experience

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So far my experience is concerned about ghost...i have never SEEN them.

probably its the natural basic instinct of every human being that everyone becomes curious about ghost, to see them, to experience their existence at least one time in their life. so i also been driven out by this instinct during the last phase of my school life almost once upon a time, those days conquering my fear i was gradually being a boy of brave heart and strong mind(In case of Ghosts, not human beings), now a days when i think about my days of fear for ghost i feel to laugh out at myself coz now i know human beings can be more harmful than the ghosts.



So, those days i started to find out a place where i can see them, asked lots of people and my friends and at the end of more than one year of searching what i realized is...whenever its about ghost, some people will inform you about a certain place where you can see them but at the end the speaker will disappoint you showing certain reasons,like...the haunted house is no more or will take you there but never will be or they will inform that due to new houses has been built around in that area so you will hardly find any spirit there.


But today what i am gonna share is not a work of fiction...
from last two three months i have been addicted to horror movies, Conjuring(all the parts), Insidious, The unborn and many other movies i have watched, the result it has caused is...the electricity bill of our house has been increased three times, my family members were in shock for this sudden increase, actually what happened is...from the day i have started watching the horror movies the lights in my room , in the dining and of the bathroom remains on for the entire night...there should be no darkness...


when i was in this addiction that time one day i visited Chetan's house, he came here in this week ends,due to work load its not possible for him to visit his house every week end, so that day when i visited his house Aunty invited me for the dinner, when there is chicken i don't perform any formality and accept the invitation immediately. it was around 10 PM when we took our chairs,i know its not the good habit to talk during eating but Chetan is a very "slow eater"(as i call him) so naturally conversation started and the discussion about Ghost gradually raised,i expressed my interest to see the Ghosts, Aunty was busy in kitchen, Chetan was listening to me very curiously, that time Aunty joined our discussion, while taking the chair she said


...i have never seen Ghosts but there is a sudden experience in my life,i think you will be interested to listen


Then she looked at Chetan and said


...i thought i should share this with you much ago but i did not find any logic to share, specially when we are not attached with that place.


Chetan asked curiously


...Place? which place?


Aunty smiled and replied


...A place related to you, let me share my experience.


With a short gap she looked at me and she started


...Those days we were living in our village, it was summer days when one day around 11:30 am i was busy to complete my works in the kitchen, Chetan and his father both were in school, my mother-in-law was taking sun bath in the first floor after oiling her legs and hands. that time someone knocked at the door,when i opened the door i found a monk like person, dressed in saffron wear and a Trishul in his hand, i thought probably he is a beggar and will ask for food grains or money but  the person asked for some water, i thought may be he is thirsty that's why asking for water and later will ask for money so at first i went to the kitchen to take  a glass of  water and then went to my room and took some money also, when i returned i saw he was totally drown in his thoughts, he was looking at the south west corner of our house....


Here i must inform you the structure of Chetan's house in village which i have visited three four times and stayed for few hours...


Entering through the main door(wooden door) in the left side(east direction) there is a long Varandah perpendicular to the door , the Varandah is attached with two rooms situated at right angles to each other, at the end of the varandah  there is kitchen(South east direction). In the right side a huge place contains different types of plants and trees...yes this is the garden, there is a mango tree at the right side of the entrance approximately ten feet from the door, during summer season the tree is reached with delicious mangoes, after the garden almost in the south west direction the bathroom is situated,as it used to happen in old days, the bathroom used to be separate from house.


Aunty continued


...i knocked him two times "baba" "baba" but he did not respond, i was surprised with his gesture and non-moving appearance, knocked again and then he responded, he was thinking something very deeply, took the glass of water from me, when he finished i expected he will ask for money but he did not. then he looked at me and said


...if i suggest you something will you listen to me?


i requested him earnestly to suggest whatever he thinks better for us, he replied with a calm voice


...If possible arrange a puja for this house, the griha shanti puja(worship for the peace of the house)


i asked very curiously and politely the reason behind it.
he replied


...there is some devil power i can sense in the South west corner of your house...
Aunty just finished it Chetan screamed out loudly


...what are you saying?


he shouted out so loudly that the chicken piece which i was about to take into my mouth fallen down in the plate, Aunty was looking at him with extended eyes and uncle asked angrily from the bedroom "why are you shouting at this time of night?" 


Chetan continued lowering his voice


...what are you saying mom?


why are you being so surprised?...aunty asked curiously


...you know from my very childhood days i have always felt an errie feelings whenever i used to look at that corner of house, i thought may be because i am afraid of ghosts but later when i grew up,crossed the age of fifteen the fear of ghosts totally vanished but still whenever i used to look at that corner i felt something unusual, you will not believe but two years back when i visited our village house(i accompanied Chetan) i still felt the same.


Aunty was listening to Chetan but did not react much, she continued


...yes, i can understand your feelings, that monk suggested me to arrange a puja but also informed me that he has felt the existence of a powerful devil power there, he informed that a single puja will hardly bring any change and to make me realize the effects he said..."no one in this house will live a peaceful and properous life, everyone will go through very tough situations and alwyas face problems in life which will lead to a pathetic ending" and yes he was right  all the people who has spent their lives in that house has always faced unexpected problems in life and the ones who has left that house their lives has changed suddenly, though none of them has performed any other effort or hard work for the up-fitments, they just continued their works and prosperity and peace started to shower their life with lots of blessings.
Taking a short pause she started again...
I thought  the monk suggested me for the puja so that he can make some earnings but surprisingly neither he took money that day nor i have seen him later.

Chetan is one of my closest friends so naturally i know the history of his family,Aunty did not exaggerated the story neither she took help of lie to establish the existence of that devil, rather she just shared her expedience.








Disclaimer:- For the privacy concern the names of the characters have been changed.




Thursday, 10 May 2018

Love & Lies By Mansi Mittal

Ripped my soul

and Tour my heart

All my life i thought

Love was an art.

I promised myself,

when i find my man

i will give him all the love,

That i possibly can.

One day he came,

My knight in shining armour

with happiness,

more than i could ever harbour.

he promised me

We would stay together forever

Little did i know

Together would last for a year or two

That love can also be swiped right and left too

my love was crushed with the hammer of lies

All of which was dressed under a deceptive smile.






Mansi Sharma Mittal is a blogger and a content writer who has worked with prominent brands. Her work has been published in Anthology 'The Seasons '. She also blogs at various parenting sites. She is currently working on her manuscript.To regularly blogs through
Lyflikedat.wordpress.com
A mother by heart and a writer by soul is what defines her most.

 




Thursday, 3 May 2018

Tadap---216

Sometime it happens that we start to write with some feelings in your heart but at the end we become unable to express with words,sometime the pains, the feelings and the sufferings are too deep to bring it out in any shape...whether in the form of  water droplets of your eyes or in the form of prose or poetry. This is the time you need an expert opinion or help...

i was unable to complete this Shayari and then suddenly an idea knocked into my mind...why not i ask my guest writer Mansi  to complete it,she has an extraordinary capability of writing poems(other topics also),so i requested her to complete the Shayari and here it is...


The first two lines are written by me and the last two lines are the contribution of Mansi...







करवटे ख्वाहिशे अब लेती नहीं 
दिल की ख़ामोशी को पढ़ लेता है शायद 

तेरी ना होने की कमी शायद 
मेरी रूह को भी गवारा नहीं II




To go through Mansi's writing visit her blog... lyflikedat













Tuesday, 1 May 2018

Tadap---215



एक वफ़ा की तलाश थी ...
शराब ने ख्वाहिश पुरी कर दी . 
एक सहारा चाहिए था...
मौत ने मोहब्बत से हाथ बढ़ा दिया I







Friday, 27 April 2018

Tadap---214

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मेरी हरकतों पे मत जा ए ग़ालिब 
जब से मोहब्बत ने साथ छोड़ा

बेरुखी मेरी अदा बन गई 







Wednesday, 11 April 2018

Water Droplets---Four Sentence Half Fiction

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"तुमहारी ये  देर से उठने की आदत तो कभी छूटेगी नहीं, में तो बहोत सुबह उठ जाती हूँ ,तो  शादी के बाद में ऐसा करूंगी के सुबह उठके नहा कर तैयार हो के में तुम्हारे पास बैठूँगी , तुम गहरी  नींद मे हो गे, और फिर में  तुम्हारे चहरे के ऊपर ज़ुल्फों को लहराउंगी  और पानी के बुँदे तुम्हारे पूरे चहरे पे छीरक दूँगी, देखना तब तुम्हारी नींद खुल जाएगी "




तभी राहुल की नींद खुल गई, अपनी  कान मे पानी की बुँदे महसूस किया उसने, बाए हाथ से कान को छूआ...हाँ पानी की बुँदे ही है, फिर धीरे धीरे हाथ को ऊपर की तरफ ले आया, गाल भी भीगा हुआ था...राहुल की आँखों से निकला आँसू से । 




सपना देख रहा था राहुल, पर ये कोई मन की ख़्वाहिश या फिर कल्पना  नहीं, ये उन दिनो के बात है ... जब टीना ने कभी उससे कही थी... अरसा पहले, वो दिन, वो वक़्त, टीना की वो सलवार, और कहने के बाद वो मीठी सी हंसी आज भी याद है । 





आज फिर से एक दिन गुज़ारना पढ़ेगा ... होठो पे झूठी मुस्कान  और चहरे पे झूठी खुशी लिए ।


Monday, 9 April 2018

The Scurf---Half Fiction


महीने का पंचवा दिन था, महीनेभर की ख़रीदारी के लिए राहुल को बाज़ार जाना पढ़ा , ग्रोसेरी का लिस्ट नजदीकवाले दुकान मे देने के बाद राहुल बड़ा बाज़ार चला गया,बहुत सारी छीजे खरीदनी है ,सबसे ज़्यादा जिस चीज़ को वो ध्यान मे रखा वो है आचार, लगभग एक साल पहले वो आचार उसने खाई थी उसके बाद वो आचार आउट ऑफ मार्केट हो गया .। उसके बाद से जब भी राहुल बाज़ार जाता है तो उस आचार का खोंज लगाता है...काश की वो मिल जाए , इस बार चार पाँच दुकान मे खोंज लगाया और सभी ने कहा के वो आचार अब आउट ऑफ प्रॉडक्शन हो गया है, राहुल ने सोचा चलो एक आखरी दुकान मे पूछ लेते है फिर घर चले जाएँगे । उस दुकानदार ने भी निराश किया I 

दुकान से निकलते ही एक लड़की पर राहुल की नज़र अटक गई, वो लड़की एक लाल रंग का सलवार सुइट पहनी   हुई थी, उसके साथ उसका एक दोस्त भी था, दोनों बाते करते हुए  धीरे धीरे चली आ रही थी, राहुल ने कब तक उसे देखा यह खयाल नहीं, होंश तब आया जब वो लड़की राहुल के सामने आ के चिल्लाने लगी

... शरम-बरम है भी के नहीं, यहा  फिर सब बेच खाये हो, तुम जैसो  लड़को  के लिए लड़कियों का बाहर निकालन मुश्किल हो गया है , या  तो बातो से छेरते रहते  हो या  फिर आंखो से, कबसे देख रही हूँ घूरे ही जा रहे हो मुझे, तुम लोगो को समझमे नहीं आता के इस से लड़कियों की कितनी परेशानी होती है, कहा  से समझोगे तुम, तुम लोग तो बास हवस के पुजारी हो ।


राहुल चुपचाप खड़ा उसकी बाते सुन रहा था, दो चार लोग भी आ कर जुट गए थे । उस लड़की की दोस्त बार बार कह रही थी


...छोड़ ना  यह  सब, तू मेरी बात सुन


...नहीं सुनना है मुझे तेरी बात


गुस्से से अपनी दोस्त को जवाब दे कर फिर वो राहुल की तरफ मुड़ी और कहने लगी 


... तुम लोग किया समझते हो हम सब चुपचाप सहते जाएंगे, कोई भी आवाज़ नहीं उठाएगा...


ये कहे कर लड़की ने अपना हाथ उठाया और जैसे ही उसकी हात राहुल के गाल के करीब पहुंचा तो राहुल के कंधे के पीछे से एक हाथ आ कर उस लड़की की हाथ को पकड़ लिया और फिर ज़ोर से नीचे धकेल दिया और कहा 


...एक भी लफ्ज और निकाला तो एक झापर लगाऊँगी तेरे कान के नीचे
इस  से उस लड़की को और भी गुसा आया और हाथ पकड़नेवाली की और देखा और पूछा 


...आप ने क्यूँ  मेरा हाथ पकड़ा ? क्यूँ आप इसे बचा  रही हो ?क्या आप इस की बहन हो?


हाथ पकड़नेवाली लड़की ने कहा


...दोबारा मुझे इस की बहन बोली तो एक नहीं दो झापर लगाऊँगी तेरे दो कान के नीचे


...अच्छा तो तुम इसकी Girlfriend हो , तुम्हें शर्म नहीं आती अपनी बोयफ्रेंड की गलत काम जानने के बाद भी उसकी तरफदारी करने मे ? तुम जैसी लड़कियो के लिए ये लड़के बिगरते रहते है , तुम्हें देख के मुझे घीन आ रही है ।


इतना बोल के वो लड़की चुप हो गई   तब राहुल की तरफदारी करनेवाली लड़की ने बहोत शांत आवाज़ मे पूछा


...हो गया आपका, अब में बोलू ?


...क्या बोलेंगी आप !!!! 


...पहली बात तो ये  है के...हम लड़कियों को एक उम्र के बाद इतना समझने की क्षमता मिल ही जाती है के कौन हमारी तरफ किस नज़र से देख रहा है, किस की नजरों मे इज्जत है, कौन हमे वुरी  नजर से देख रहा है ये  सब हम समझ जाते है लड़को की देखने की अंदाज़ से...


इसी बीच उस लाल सलवारवाली की दोस्त ने कहा 


...आपने बिलकुल ठीक कहा दीदी, में इसे कबसे यही बात समझाने की कौशीस कर रही हूँ के इस लड़के की नज़र मे कोई बुराई नहीं है, ये भैया तो मानो जैसे किसी खयाल मे डूबे है , इस दुनिया से कही दूर...


राहुल की तरफदारी करनेवाली लड़की ने उस लाल सलवार पहनी  हुई लड़की से कहा


...तुम्हारी दोस्त बिलकुल सही कह रही है, अब तुम सोचोगे के मुझे कैसे पता, में तो राहुल के पीछे था तो तुम्हारी जानकारी के लिए बता दु के मुझसे ज़्यादा राहुल को कोई जान ही नहीं सकता, तुम्हें अगर ये गलतफेमि है के तुम्हारी खूबसूरती या  फिर तुम्हारी हुस्न को यह देख रहा था तो तुम बिलकुल गलत हो, अगर तुम्हारे गले में ये दुपट्टा ना  होता तो राहुल तुम्हारी ओर कभी देखता ही नहीं 


तब लाल सालवारवाली ने हैरानी से पूछा 


...खास किया है इस दुपट्टे मे ।


...ये  वो दुपट्टा है जो में कभी इस्तेमाल किया करती थी, वैसे  दुपट्टे  राजस्थान मे बनाई जाती है,उन दिनो इस तरह का दुपट्टा  काफी मशहूर हुआ था , मेरे पास भी बिलकुल ऐसा ही एक था, लाल रंग के ऊपर सफ़ेद प्रिंट, ये  राहुल को बहुत पसंद था और आज भी है ।


तभी लाल सलवारवाली ने कहा 


...तो वो दुपट्टा अब तुम्हारे पास नहीं है और इसी लिए ये भाईसाब किसी भी लड़की को घूरते रहेंगे ?


फिर चिल्लाके कहा... तुम ऐसा ही एक दुपट्टा क्यूँ नहीं खरीद लेती ?


राहुल की तरफदारी करनेवाली ने बहोत ही शांत आवाज़ मे जवाब दिया


... तुम अपने गुस्से को थोड़ा काबू करो, ऐसा नहीं के जो तुम देझ रही हो या फिर सोच रही हो वही सच हो, हो सकता है की शायद तुमसे कोई गलती हो रही है 


...क्या गलती ?


...बात ये  नहीं के मेरे पास वो दुपट्टा है भी या नहीं , बात ये  है के अब हम दोनों साथ नहीं , आज से तेरा  साल से भी ज़्यादा वक़्त पहले हम दोनों एक दूसरे से जुदा  हो गए थे और तुम्हें यकीन आए या ना आए पर सच ये  है के उसके  बाद हम लोगो की कभी भी मुलाक़ात नहीं हुई ।


वो दो लड़की बड़ी बड़ी आंखो से और बहुत ही हैरानी से एक बार राहुल को और एक बार उस लड़की को देख रह थे, फिर धीरे धीरे पूछा 


... तेरा  साल से भी ज़्यादा  !!!! और उसके बाद मुलाक़ात भी नहीं हुई कभी , अच्छा ऐसा भी तो हो सकता है के इन तेरा  सालो मे इस भैया को किसी एक या  दो लड़की से मोहब्बत हो गयी हो 


राहुल की एक्स ने जवाब दिया 


...तुम्हारे भेजे मे कोई सीधी बात घुसती क्यूँ नहीं?? अगर राहुल को किसी और से प्यार होता तो इस दुपट्टे को देख कर वो ख़यालो मे क्यूँ खो जाता ? और सबसी बड़ी बात... तुम्हें मेंने कहा ना के मुझसे बेहतर राहुल को कोई जान ही नहीं सकता, मानते है के हम दोनों एक दूसरे के साथ ज़्यादा वक़्त तक नहीं थे लेकिन हम दोनों एक दूसरे की  बात बिना बोले ही समझ जाते थे , कहो तो एक किस्सा भी सुना सकती हूँ , और तुम्हें तो इतनी सीधी सी बात समझ मे नहीं आ रही के... जिससे में तेरा  साल पहले जुदा हुई थी उसे कोश ने की जगह में उसकी तरफदारी क्यूँ कर रही हूँ ।


तभी भीड़ मे से किसी ने कहा 


... ये लड़की बिलकुल सही कह रही है , इन दोनों के प्यार एक जमानेमे बहुत ही मशहूर था और कुच्छ लोगो को तो आज भी ये हैरानी है के ये दोनों जुदा क्यूँ हुए । 


इस बात से दो चार और लोग भी अपनी सहमत जताई । 


जब उन सब की बाते खतम हुई तो उन दोनों लड़कियो के आंखो मे आँसू  थे , लाल सलवारवाली ने कहा 


...कमाल की है तुम्हारी मोहब्बत भी, एक ने दुपट्टा नहीं भुला और दूसरे को आज भी इतना बिशवास  है । 


फिर राहुल की ओर देखा और कहा 


...सरी  भैया गलती हो गई, मेरी दोस्त भी कह रहती थी की आपकी नज़र तो मेरी तरफ है लेकिन आप मुझे नहीं देख रहे हो , लेकिन मेंने ही उसकी बात नहीं मानी 


यह कह कर वो दोनों चली गई ।


तब राहुल की मुह से आवाज़ निकला 


...टीना एक बात कहनी थी तुमसे


टीना अपनी Scooty निकाल के उसमे बैठ गई थी , राहुल को बीच मे ही टोक दिया
...तुम मेरी एक बात सुनो, ज़रा सम्भल के जाना, यूं ख़यालो मे खो जाओगे तो Accident भी हो सकता है ।


ये कह कर टीना अपनी Scooty start कर के वहाँ से चली गई । 






राहुल जानता था टीना उससे बात नहीं करेगी ...






Wednesday, 4 April 2018

Half Virgin---Half Fiction

After the first meeting of their families they found it suitable for each other, the meeting took place three months earlier and after that Rahul and Tina has met two times in a certain coffee shop, conversation over phone has gradually increased with time, their job timing has never been the obstacle for their meeting, actually they both wanted to realize whether they can go for a life long relationship or not and now finally they both have made their minds.

Tina agreed when Rahul expressed his thoughts to have a final meeting to take the final decision...

It was a Sunday evening, winter season has just shifted his position and gradually summer is taking the place, weather remains very pleasant through out the day, sitting in the beautifully decorated wooden bench in the garden in the front portion of Tina's house Rahul, with the coffee cup in his hand, was busy to think how to start the conversation,he actually did not have any question to ask. 
Tina, having the nature to talk  starlight forward started the conversation

...this is my last question to you, i should know and hope you can understand the reason.

Rahul replied with smile

...yah sure, carry on.

...are you virgin?

Rahul was bit surprised, though he expected something like this and the same way Tina has asked coz he has realized the nature of Tina, he replied

...i liked your honesty and i really wanna answer you, decision is yours. i don't wanna built up a relation with the "Lie" as the base.

Tina was looking at him with curious eyes.

Rahul started

...i have already told you that once i was in love with someone and i admit that i kissed her, kissed all over her face, i have hugged her, have played with her hairs, have kissed her neck, not lower than it, hugging her tightly we have rolled over the bed, nothing more than this. This is all in short.

Tina was looking at his eyes, they both starring each other for a moment and then Tina replied

...Half virgin.

...Half Virgin !!! what is that ?

Tina's answer made Rahul very curious, he wanted to know the explanation, he added

...i really did not get it.

Tina replied very enthusiastically

... You and your ex have spent some romantic moments, to some extent foreplay but both you did not make any "course" together.

...yah, that's right, no course together, but what about the "half virgin"?

...You know its actually not my concept, there is a boy named Jyotirmoy who writes "half Fictions" , he is a fool,a big  looser and basically an useless fellow but above all my good friend, i read his "Half fiction" series and from there i have got this idea.

...Good to know about him.

"how can it be good to know about him, i told you na he is a looser and useless fellow"...there was bit irritation in Tina's voice.

...ok let him go.

...i know there should be transparency in our relation so i wanna tell you about myself which i have never shared and you did not ask.

...yah sure, pls continue.

...i am a "half playgirl" 

...ok, its good to know the phrase but i have not read the "half fiction" series so i need the explanation.

...i have never been in love with anyone, never accepted anyone's proposal but i played to some extent with the emotions of the boys who used to like me, i have given meaningful looks, sometime with sweet smile and sometime with other facial expressions to those who used to look at me or used to make me understand that they like me, so i am a "half playgirl".

Rahul was surprised with the explanation, Tina was looking at her eyes for his reaction and after a while they both laughed out.

Tina and Rahul is getting married exactly after fifteen days and though Jyotirmoy is Tina's good friend still Tina has not invited him in her marriage neither have sent the invitation card, have just informed him coz Tina knows it full well that Jyotirmoy is "half Social"...he is always there with his friends, relatives and other closed ones except in any so called "social gatherings",  he feels bored and bit irritated, so there is no profit to invite him...he will not attend for sure.

Friday, 23 March 2018

Tadap---213

आज 


भगवान को खुदा 


खुदा को भगवान बना दिया मेंने...


मंदिर जा के दुआएं मांग आए


मस्जिद मे मन्नत मांगा मेंने । 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Unfamiliar Thread By Mansi Mittal

After a decade of affinity, he said

           “we don’t get along”

His words to me, felt like a thorn.

 

I couldn’t figure out what went wrong,

When everything was going so strong.

 

Drowning, devouring I tried to make sense of reality,

Recollecting the memories, I went to him instantaneously.

 

Fiddling with his cell phone,

He was standing at the entrance of the door.

 

Unmoved by my presence,

For him, I was now an unfamiliar thread.

 

                                                                  

My heart screamed loud, my throat choked,

I wanted to know what and when it went sour.

 

 

 

 

Aren’t few relations like that. They stay like they have always been part of life and suddenly one day disappear like they never existed in first place. They fall out it without any warning signs.

 


Mansi Sharma Mittal is a blogger and a content writer who has worked with prominent brands. Her work has been published in Anthology 'The Seasons '. She also blogs at various parenting sites. She is currently working on her manuscript.To regularly blogs through                               Lyflikedat.wordpress.com   .                                                      A mother by heart and a writer by soul is what defines her most.