The Diary

Mat aazmao mujhe ab tham jao Dekh chuke mujhe maayus, ab ruk jao Luta chuka sab, aur nahi Bacha koi hai taur nahi Ab aagaya hu itni dur The sapne apne sab fizul Ab naam na lena Kabhi pukaar na lena Ab maan hai abhimaan hai Ghuroor jo chattan hai Tod nahi sakoge maan jao Mat azmao mujhe ab thehar jao

A news is good A news is bad A news is what keeps us intact There is good news and a bad one. The good news is someone in known relations got a govt. job and is finally stable in life. The bad news is a girl of 19, in known relations, died while giving birth to her child, destabilising the child for entire life. A boy was married to a girl at an early age last year, and she became pregnant. The boy is 25 now, and the girl is dead. Her suffering increased manifolds by the jaundice that was detected days before she went into labour. Making her death unavoidable. Young age, jaundice, childbirth. There is a thing about happiness. It’s like Light being emitted. It only spreads. But sadness. It doesn’t work that way. It’s like a black hole. Sucks everything into it. And in a case like the one we have here, the sad part over-weighs the happy. The best gift bestowed to human beings is the ability to forget. It’s a boon which often people confuse for a curse. It’s a necessary evil. If we al...

“I can’t take the portraits you want. It’s an 18-55 lens, I need a prime 50 mm”, I said to her when she got agitated like an innocent child who wasn’t getting what she wanted and didn’t know why. I remember. I remember it all. It has been more than a year but I still remember how it used to feel with her around. I was so fond of her. And now all I have is memories of her, that keep haunting me every day. I knew moving on would be tough, but this level of toughness wasn’t expected. It's my exam tomorrow, the one I have been preparing for a year now. And just the day before the exam when I should be revising the key points that would help me in the battle, I am drowning in those memories. Call this my fate or state of mind or whatever, my heart is still trying to find that’s no more there. I don’t know what to do. I want to just rush up and have back in my life, but I know all doors are shut. Why does it happen to me? Every time in the important moments, she pops up in my head....