The Snooze Button

What is your wake-up call for the morning? An “Alarm Clock” in maximum cases; RIGHT???, I can bet then, you must have been using snooze button for that extra five minute of sleep.

Nobody loves anything more than those extra five minutes of sleep which snooze button helps us to get. In short, snooze button sometimes provides us that rejuvenation with its set minutes which is often skipped by an eight hour of sleep!! Here in a positive sense don’t just think of snoozes as “postpone minutes” but rather as “BOOST minutes”!!

Snooze button is not a common topic to write about but I have a different positive perspective to share.

On a positive side, snooze is a reminder to complete undone tasks because we tend to delay as we are just opposite to what Kabirdas ji had said 'Kal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab.' So the snooze button once again takes you to that right path which you had planned to take.

Life is beautiful; we believe so and try to make the most of it. However for accomplishing most things, snooze button indirectly helps us most of the times.

1. For every defeat that comes across, we move to the state of apathy and start playing the blame game. Then we require a SNOOZE button to help us understand to stop feeling sorry and actually get on and DO something about it. This snooze button is positive thinking.

2. An angry person pukes out negative emotions. To become emotionally stable and less stressed out we take our own time and release negative emotions to enjoy the freedom of life and the world is won by those who ‘let it go’. Time here is the snooze button.

3. Every individual today posses a 'Chalta hai' attitude with being completely aware of what is going around in the corner. One needs a snooze button to kick back his shoes and raise his eyes to see the highest point and to zoom out of his current picture and prioritize things. This prioritizing thing is the snooze button here.

4. We make friends, we love people and we are proud of it, but we restrict ourselves with those stumbling into our life. We need to become that person who walks through town and bumps into dozen friends. Be grateful to people who make you happy because they are the charming gardeners who makes our soul blossom.  Masti of friends is the snooze button.

We just simply need to stay awake and focused with what makes us happy and if we somehow miss out on something we always have our natural snooze button to show us the right path.

Be happy and SNOOZE it up to LIVE & LEAD, folks!!

I'm Coming Home

I,m coming home
I,m coming home

Tell the moon, that I,m coming home
To shine my way, to be my light
Tell the roads, that I,m coming home
To guide my way, and to be clear

I,m coming home
I,m coming home

इक क़दम और...

ज़िन्दगी की राह अब कुछ सुल्झी हुई सी लगती है

बेचैन है फिर भी मन मेरा, हर दिशा में भागे है

इक उस सवेरे की तलाश में, न जाने कितनी रातें जागा हूँ

हर कदम एक नया संघर्ष, एक नयी दीवानगी है

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और...

कितनी राहें बदल गई, नई मंज़िलो की तलाश में

यादें तो हमारी आज भी बसी है, उन गलियों की आवाज़ में

बातें बयाँ करने का अंदाज़ कुछ बदला हुआ सा लगता है 

है यह मासूमियत उनकी, या है कोई आगाज़ नई शुरुवात का 

हर कदम पर है मुस्कुराहट चेहरे पे, नए लक्क्ष्य की चाह है

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और...

है जुस्तुजू कई दबी हुईं, इस दिल के दरमियाँ

हैं राज़ छुपाए कई, तो कई ख्वाब संभाले हुए

कई ज़ुबान मदहोश हैं, तो कई ज़ुबान खामोश

हर कहानी से बनती, ज़िन्दगी की नई कहानी है

हर कदम पर मिलते नए साथी, हमें तो बस चाह तुम्हारी है

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और...

ज़िन्दगी की साँसें कुछ यूँ थम जाएँगी 

होगी न कुछ खबर और आँखे नम हो जाएँगी

जिस कशमकश में हूँ मैं, कुछ यूँ दूर हो जाएगी

जश्न-ए-महफ़िल भी फीकी सी नज़र आएगी
हर कदम एक नई सुबह का आग़ाज़ लेकर आएगी 

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और...

चलते चलते ये लफ्ज़ कुछ यूँ गुनगुनायेंगे 

ख़ामोश होगा सारा जहाँ, और आप गायेंगे

आप और मैं कुछ इस तरह मुस्कुराएंगे 

एक दुसरे की बाहों में इस तरह खो जायेंगे

हर कदम ख़ुशी और ग़म साथ निभाने का वादा हे 

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और...

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और

जो है साथ तेरा, तोह चलूँ इक क़दम और...

Bahut Hua...

We do not know her name. It was the rape on the ‘image of my Modern India’. Not many days ago, a Delhi gang rape case was so much in talks, the brutality shown by some local block headed, dimwit nerds. I simply loved the way Thousands gathered across Nation in peaceful protest against what happened with Damini (name given by Media)/ Nirbhaya (name given by TOI). The girl died on 29^th December ‘12 at 2:15am. Sunday Times front page headline, Rest In Peace Nirbhaya, We Won’t, gives me a feel good factor, an adrenaline rush that there is still a commitment from every true Indian Men and Women, to change the people of the society, to make sure that such things would never happen again in the Country or anywhere else in the World. Her rape came to the light, but there would be thousands others which did not.

The Politicians can only Protest by walking out of the Parliament and not by walking into it to change the system. They cannot take actions to wipe the tears but will use the TEAR gas. The Government does not have balls to CHANGE the system.

Sheila Dick-shit is not coming out of her house and facing the media, same is the case with the Indian government. Two protestors at India Gate joined the Congress party after a group of protestors got a chance to meet another bonehead, Sonia Gandhi.

The son of the President of our country says ‘women who are dented and painted and women who go to disco’s invite rape.’ Dear GAANDU, your thoughts will not find a buyer even at olx.in/quikr.com

Spraying deodorants will not attract women to touch you or to come near you. Dear Men, change your mind set. The world has moved very much ahead of your patriarchal ways.

Women may be bodily less strong then man, but yes – they do have patience to labor a child and bear menstrual cycles every month. We do not HAVE.

I have asked many people, are we going to achieve anything by protesting, if yes, nothing like it. Many didn’t have answer to it. I am sceptical about how things happen in India with such a lame Government.

Only one person can make the difference – The Indian Man. Be the change, you want to see in the world.

RIP, the brave Delhi girl and RIP (Rest Indian Patriarchy) system.
 

Raindrops in Life

Standing by the window of my room, I usually think and try to understand the existence of human being. With violence all around, murders, rapes, theft, arms smuggling I really wonder, are we really safe or is this life worth living.

When I sit and watch evening news, hardly any day passes without murder news. I feel like what is happening to human’s, why are we turning into barbarians, so uncivilized.
Intentionally or unintentionally we are harming our own neighbourhood, our own people.
Hatred is the thing, for which people take advantage and create the nuisance all around.

Are we born, to be a part of such uncivilized society, where hatred prevails more than love? Where honour killing is respected and pieces of body parts are found on rail tracks.

Drifting to the positive side of life, where I can be with my crazy friends, can have food prepared by my mother; remember my love and everything that comes with a tag of happiness.

Sitting in my room, suddenly I felt raindrops on my face; I walked towards the window, saw children playing, happiness near me and God’s presence all over. This is when I feel, how beautiful our country is, why everyone can’t be happy and live happily forever.
Rains and I share a long history to deal with. Rain is a witness for my life’s most memorable moments. And today again, I was back in my past, remembering all those moments spent. And I quote ‘The happiest days of my life.’

Walk out in the rain (without umbrella), feel the cold breeze, hold hands with your loved ones and enjoy. Such moments may not last for long, but the memories will. Today we are alive, tomorrow may be not. Rather than spending a moment in anguish, think how you can live that very moment, how that moment of uneasiness can become a moment of joy.

Life is very short, my friend.

One Life, LIVE IT :) :)

Cheers!!!

Happy Days

Days may come and pass by
same is the case with nights
but memories of my school days
shall ever remain in my heart and mind

Somehow I miss my school days
Always were happier than ever
The Best Co-operative student award
Yippee!! Made me jaunty and proud

Was never a brainy student
Always blessed with punishments
a topic of discussion in staff room
just a famous one in other way round

Those serious looks in teacher’s eyes
Frequent in and out from Principal’s den
The words of wisdom every time
Showed me light at the end of the tunnel

Days may come and pass by
Same is the case with nights
But memories of my school days
Shall ever remain in my heart and mind

May memories of my school days
Shall ever remain in my heart and mind

The Kindergarten Jump

It’s very rare of me sharing my childhood secrets with my friends. It is happening so because, a week back my sister called me and while talking she reminded me of my childhood mischiefs. We both burst out into laughter. She then asked me just one question, how many of your friends knows about this? I thought for a while and as expected the answer was ‘No One’. Everyone is mischievous during his/her childhood but we rarely remember those moments. I remember everything I did during my childhood, not because I memorized them all, but because my cute little sister who makes sure of reminding me every little thing I did during my childhood.

You might be wondering if she’s younger to me, then how come she knows so much about my childhood. All my secrets come to her by my Bhua Ji (her mother) who is also my secret box. Every mischief I did, she remembers them all.

I felt like sharing this one mischief with you all which I did when I was in Kindergarten.

During my Kindergarten days we use to have mandatory afternoon sleep for 2 hours at my school. But as I was restless and full of masti, I don’t use to sleep at all. One day somehow my teachers made me sleep but I woke up after half n hour or so. I found everyone sleeping near me. I walked out of the room, picked my school bag and went to the main door of the school to go back home as it was just 10 minutes walk away.

I found the school gate locked and thus rush towards the balcony. After reaching there, I threw my school bag and water bottle in the garden and then I too jumped in the garden which was 8-10 ft high from the ground level.

I wasn’t hurt at all, just couple of scratches on my right leg knee, and they are visible today too. My teachers caught me doing so, I didn’t understand anything what to do. They picked me up and checked whether I am hurt or not and then soon took me to my home.

Teachers narrated the whole story to my Mother and Bhua Ji. They both look over my whole body whether I am hurt or not but I was happily laughing as I was back at home. J

Since that day whenever I happen to meet my Bhua Ji or my sister, I always listen about my mischiefs and everyone who is around just bursts into laughter. J

This is just one of the hundred’s mischief’s which I did during my childhood.

Will write more about my childhood mischief’s in my next blog.

Take Care and Keep Smiling J J
Cheers!!!!