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

Sunday, 29 May 2016

Tadap---116

After cleaning my room i was watching whether anything remained undone, it was 12:10 Pm i clicked this and the thought came...

Arz kiya hai....


Meri zindagi ki jhalak dekhna hai

Toh mere kamre me aa jao

Din me yahan raat se bhi zyada andhera hota hai

Unknown Indian(part 1)---a Vegetable Seller

Indian Bloggers

                                           
I know, some of you are bored with my shayris, am I right? ---its natural, taking same foods every day can make anyone bore.

Now I am starting a new series---“Unknown Indians”, here I will write about some people those who are neither famous nor highly successful but they have some special qualities and they are playing important parts in our lives, their existence is very much needed…

Today I will write about a vegetable seller, they play a very important part in our lives, am I right?

Let me start how I found this person…

What I disliked most is to going for vegetable marketing after taking the morning tea with two bags in my hands(may be one bag in one hand, numbers of bags is not important here), I don’t know why but i don’t like this one, may be one of the reasons is I don’t have any idea about the vegetables with their names, but I had to do it, my father always likes to go for veg marketing and he is very expert in it, but one year ago one day my Mom asked me to bring some vegetables as that day my father was not feeling well, I don’t like this work but it’s also true that we can’t ignore our responsibilities. 


There is a famous vegetable market in my Hometown named “Tin Baazar”, it’s famous for fresh vegetables in cheap rates, first day when I reached there, at first I took a statistics of the rates of different vegetables then started buying those, there I met a fruit seller for the first time, that day he was selling potato and I had to buy 3 kilos of potato, I went to him, asked for 3 kilo of potatoes, he took his basket, filled it with some potatoes and asked for my bag, I exclaimed and replied

---what are you doing? Weight it in your weighting machine?

He smiled and said 

---- So you wannna check?

He weighted the potatoes and it was exactly 3 kilos, there was another customer stood beside me, he informed me

---He does not need any weighting machine.

Here is his pic...


It was very tough to believe, but then a boy came with a big bag to take 20 kg of potato, the boy handed over the bag to the seller, he filled the bag with potato as much as he approximated and gave the bag to that boy, taking the bag the boy went out, even he did not ask for weighting.

I really became surprised seeing that person, then approximately after one month I went for veg marketing again, not because my father was unwell, actually It is really a very interesting job to buy fresh vegetables in cheap rates(later I became addicted to it) with not much bargaining, so that day that man was selling Pumpkins and ladies fingers, when I reached there, a customer (belongs to poor family) asked for ladies finger of 8 rupees ( those who live by day to day earnings, don’t buy things in weight, rather they buy according to their needs of that day,there left only rs 8 to that poor man after buying other vegs.), when he asked for 8 rupees of pumpkins, I already calculated that 550gms of ladies finger will be available in 8 rupees, after taking some ladies finger when that seller was about to hand it over to the customer I requested him to weight those, and he made me spellbound, it was exactly 550gm.

Here is his another picture 




This is what happens when you do your job with love, concentration and dedication, there are lots of sellers there but no one can do this act---this is what I felt and realized after watching him.


I shared this man’s capability with my family and again got scolded for my absent minded nature, because my mom informed me that my father has already told about this person many times. 


I was thinking about to share this man’s capability with the world--- it delayed as I decided to share this with his picture and after a long gap I went for veg marketing in last Sunday.
Last Sunday I visited that market again and asked that man for a snapshot, he agreed happily and said thank you to me shaking my hand, when I was coming back I heard he was informing an seller about that incident, his voice was very loud and was full with joy.



Here is the rate of last Sunday---
Tomato---Rs 20/kg
Potato---Rs 15/kg
Potol( a kind of kitchen vegetable shaped like a cylinder tapering at both ends)---Rs 15/kg
Green Chili---Rs 10/250gm
Mocha(Cone of the Banana)---Rs 10/piece
Ladies Finger---Rs 20/kg
Uchhe( a kitchen vegetable having a bitter taste)---Rs 20/kg
Pumpkin---Rs 8/kg
Cauliflower---Rs 10/piece


Those who are suffering from high rate of vegetables can avail this market.

By the way, can the name of the name of this vegetable seller be recommended for any world record book, like Guinness or Limca? Actually I don’t have much idea about it, any suggestion?

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

tadap---115

Arz kiya hai...

 

Ishq bhi bada kambaqt hai…

Bewafaon ko wafa nehi sikha pata yeh

Dewano ko dard deta raheta hai.

 

 


Sunday, 22 May 2016

Tadap---114


Arz kiya hai...

 

Unke bina aaj bhi zinda hoon mei


Aksar yeh soch ke hairaan hota hoon…


Bewafa hoon ya khudgarz hoon mei.

That Beggar and Me

More than one month ago, one day I was waiting in the station for the train, the train scheduled at 9:20 am, I reached much earlier there, suddenly I saw a beggar, an women nearly 60 years old, she was in the front platform of mine, she was eating some food in a dirty polythene, I was watching her, after taking the food she took her Lathi(which supports her to walk) and went to the tap, after drinking water she started to walk towards the nearest shade of tree and sat there to take rest, her walk was very tired and slow, she wore a dirty saree and was carrying her rag with her.



We all take less or more care to our parents, we take care for their good health, every day we ask them whether there is any physical trouble or not, we take care of their high blood pressure, we keep them in regular check-up under doctors, whenever they feel week we bring either energy drinks or consult doctors, we take care whether they are taking proper foods or not, we all do these very sincerely after a certain age of our parents, but there is nobody to take care of that beggar, no one is there to take care whether she is suffering from high blood pressure or sugar or cholesterol, there is no one to give her energy drink or good food, i saw her when she was taking breakfast, she did not know whether she will get food for lunch or not----these are the thought coming into my mind after watching that old beggar, it’s so pathetic….


Two days ago, on 20th May it was “Nrisingha Chaturdaushi”, my parents and my sister is very much devoted to religious works, they had to take the Prasad that is served every year in The Godiya Math, my father told me to bring the Prasad after the Sandhya Aarti, after leaving the main road I took the lane that heads towards the Goudiya Math and suddenly I saw that same old beggar sat under a lamp post and eating some Britannia Biscuits, while I was returning through the same path automatically my cycle became slow coming near her, I was looking her, she noticed it and said---“Babu, will you pls help me to reach Gaudiya math? I can’t see properly during night” I agreed to help her, while she was standing, she informed me---“I asked some people where are they going, they said that they are going Gaudiya Math, I asked for their help but no one helped me”. Then she stood with the help of her Lathi, I got down from the cycle as I thought that I have to hold her hand to show the path, but she was walking herself, did not ask for my help, the math was 100 steps away with a right turn, she did not ask for my help, only one mistake she was going to do, that is she did not took the right turn and was walking straight, I showed her the right path and helped her to enter in the math---her voice, her condition, her walk, her helplessness haunted me whole night.


While walking she informed me—“today someone has stolen my saree, my rag and my petticoat”, the most bad habit in me is I carry as much as amount needed(as per my calculation) while travelling, I don’t keep money whether going outside home until I need to buy anything, that day I went to bring the Prasad only, so there was no money with me so that I could help her, after reaching home I shared the incident with my family and there was a pin drop silence for long time, they all were feeling sad for her, its natural, from my childhood I am seeing my parents have the habit to call the beggars and to serve food and my sister help a poor family from her income, though she never tell anyone about this.


That day for the whole night I was constantly thinking what I can do for her, rupees 100 or 500 will not solve her problem and truly saying I don’t have the financial capability to bear her expenses for the rest of her life. At last an idea has come into my mind---I will inform any NGO those are working on poverty and for the poor people.

If any one of you can suggest anything then it will be very helpful me.


It was very tough for me to write this post---it’s so pathetic, but I need help badly that’s why somehow I have managed to write it.

Friday, 20 May 2016

Weird 3


Need an idea to propose a girl, try this one…


By the way, I have never proposed any girl nor I will, so u have to decide hw much effective it is…

 


Arz kiya hai....

 

Zameen pe payer rakha na karo


Pariyon ki jaagah to jannat me hai


Filhaal mere haat pe rakh do…


Baad me mere saar pe chadH ke baith jana.

 



Many times I heard that husbands say “biwiyan saar pe chadH ke baith jaati hai”, so I have written the last line.