Poetry

ये भी कोई बात हुई

चाय, सिगरेट और बारिश,
ये तो कोई बात न हुई।
तन्हाई भरी रात और तुम्हारी याद,
ये तो कोई मुलाकात न हुई।

वही गली, शहर, और घर की खिड़की,
वही पनवाड़ी, वही सिगरेट और इंतज़ार,
ये सब ठीक तो नहीं,
ये भी कोई बात हुई,
आए नहीं तुम बारिश को झाँकने खिड़की से,
मिली नहीं तुमसे फ़िर मेरी नज़रे,
ऐसे ही वापस लौट जाना होगा अपने शहर,
ये भी कोई मुलाकात हुई।

चाय, सिगरेट और बारिश,
ये तो कोई बात न हुई।

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नई मुलाकात

भीड़ पर बस इतना ध्यान दिया उस दिन मैंने के हर किसी के पास वक़्त हैं कहीं जाने का। रिधिका की बाते ख़त्म हो जाती अगर मैंने शायद कुछ नहीं कहा होता। पता नहीं बस स्टैंड पर उसे सिर्फ मिलने ही आया था या फिर उसे रोकने।

“रचित, तू झूठा हैं।” अचानक से ये कह कर कदम रुकवा दिए मेरे। चोंक कर उसकी ओर देखा, और आते जाते हर मुसाफिर की तरह सभी सच झूठ का हिसाब करने लगा।

“तूने कहा था तू चुप रहता हैं, लेकिन तू तो बहुत बोलता हैं|” उसने हँस कर सारे हिसाब की उलझन खोल दी।

“ये सवाल तो मुझे भी आज दोपहर से तंग कर रहा हैं।” कहना तो चाहता था के उसकी बातों में वो खुशबू हैं जो मुझे अब ज़ुबान दे रही हैं। लेकिन फिर बातों में खो कर, बात खो गयी।

जब 11 बजे की बस चंडीगढ़ की 3:50 बजे लेने का वक़्त हुआ, तो ध्यान आया मैं रिधिका को छोड़ने आया था। शायद वो भी जाना नहीं चाहती थीं। तभी तो टिकट काउंटर पर हर बार उसने नया बहाना बनाया रुकने का। नासमझ था मैं जो इशारों की बातें ना समझा।

“तुझे नहीं लगता अब तुझे जाना चाहिए?”

“अच्छा, चल बाय।” सामान उठा कर वो चल ही पड़ी थी। “सुनो, अगली बार वक़्त निकाल कर आना।” काश के वक़्त ही ना गुज़रे, और हम दोनों वही बैठे रहते।

फ़ोन से मुलाकात तक, पहली बार का सफ़र ज़िन्दगी के उस बेहतरीन पल का होता हैं जब ज़िन्दगी तो गुज़र जाती हैं, लेकिन किताबों में पुराने फूलों की खुशबू बन कर रह जाता हैं।

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Far from the reality if I ever met you,
No revelation of You happen here.
A few minutes, Hours, or Days,
The tryst shouldn’t be of this number.
The smile of meeting for many lives,
That’s all need to be revealed over and over.

And so I count not the stars in the dark,
As moon there is to overshadow them.
Far the number of days I am away,
I count hugs We missed all these days.

Distance

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Novellete: Breaking Up 5

Scene 5: Travelling

Over the months, I got busy with work again. I started travelling cities as if I was a member of a rock band on tour. I travelled from city to city, Ahmadabad to Mumbai to Chennai to Amritsar and to many more. I talked to people, arranged things, managed food and boozing.

“Please fasten your seat belts; we will be landing Subhash Chandra International Airport, Kolkata in next 30 minutes. It was pleasure serving you. Hope to see you again.” a pretty woman of the Jet Airways announced, while I was half sleep.

I did not even unpack my luggage, when I had gotten another event scheduled to Kolkata. Certainly, I gained a little in this cultural ‘dating’ job. Perhaps I did not work out enough that month as I had expected. It was not hard for me even to settle my heart to work and mind in pursuit. The quest of better understanding began.

“Screech…” Voice of aeroplane tires scared the hell out of me. For this reason, I woke up with bumps on the runway. Grabbing my bag and pulling out my earphones, I stood in the line as everyone did, to get out of the plane ASAP.

The weather was humid, with the shady sun right upon us. I was shocked at the infrastructure of airport of a metropolitan city of India.

The moment I switched on my phone again, Phone started chirping and it was Geet. She replied my ping.

“Good Morning Rishh. Reply me when you land Kolkata” Whatsapp message said.

“Hi, I am in Kolkata. I am good here.” I replied.

“Great and I hope you will remember to get something for me from there.” within seconds, she replied.

I hired a yellow pre-paid taxi to Park Street. All the way through, I looked cursorily through the city. The airport was at a distance from the old city.

“Kolkata mein peohli baor aaya hai?” cab driver asked me in his Bengali accent.

“Haan.” I replied. “Kya best hai ithar khane ko aur kharidne ko?” I asked about food and shopping things, instead of places to see.

Bahut Kuch hai sir. Aap agar kahe toh main leke chaolta hai. Kolkata pura ghuma dega.” He replied. I liked his accent. Rather, I must say I like Bengali Language. However, I could not get enough time to learn to speak. In those 3-day stay in Kolkata I learnt to read it at least.

After crossing miles of traffic, and having a scenic view of Victoria Memorial from the flyover, I reached my hotel. I asked the driver to come back again at 3 PM. In the hotel, after some paper work at the reception, I got my room with a window view to Park Street. I slept for an hour or maybe two.

For the next two days, I worked for the event. Other than work, I used to explore the roads in search of good street food. I talked with some people randomly. I learnt a few things. This city had never traded its joy over the brightness of the Sun. The city mesmerized me with its narrow galleys, trams and old world charm.

I got a ping from Geet. She asked about my day and about Kolkata. I promptly replied her. On this, I never forgot to get her something from Kolkata. However, I was not good with gifts. I called up Mehak Didi. After a little chit chat, I came directly to the gift.

“Ok listen; I want your suggestion right now.” I asked her.

“Oh, right, that’s why you called me little boy.” She teased.

“Sis, I got your point.” I replied. “Now, please help me to get something for Geet.”

Geet.” She was shocked. She knew that we broke up, but not that we were friends again. “Are you crazy?” Didn’t you break up with her?” she bombarded her questions.

“Cool down di.” I tried to calm her. “I will explain you when I am back. But could you help me out now. I have this night only to go shopping here.” I said further.

“Okay, as you say so.” She murmured. “You are in Kolkata. I thought that you must be getting a Saree for your sister.” She taunted me, and gave me a hint.

“You are genius di. So, I am going to the Bada Bazaar here.” I thanked her. “I will ping you pictures of sarees and purchase which you think looks best.” I said.

sab search kar rakha hai ladke ne.” She laughed and I just on the other side with a smile. “You know the price for the assist I gave to you.” She joked further.

“Yeah, I get it.” I pretended as if I know everything.

“On a serious note, why don’t you tell her you still think of her, still want her in your life, still Love her. You abhor the fact that she does not sense you.” She was serious.

“I do love her. But I am glad that she is happy. I don’t want to force anything to her.” I replied further. For next an hour, we both talked. She suggested me to focus more on the career. She even asked me to apply for government jobs. Fixed and steady salary, secure job, and the best thing about these government jobs are Reputation.

Next day, I had a flight back to Delhi. It was an unexplainable feeling, as I had a gift for Geet. She had no idea what it could be. Rather, I told her that I forgot to get her something again.

I was expecting to land in Delhi at around 7:10 PM, but because of the weather conditions, I took around 45 minutes more to land in one piece. Right after landing, I called at home that I would be home in an hour. In addition, I called Geet, if she could meet up at back street. She agreed, but on condition of being there before 10 PM.

“Hey, I am at street.” I called her and asked the driver to wait for a while. I pulled out a packet out of the bag and stood a few steps away from the cab. She took 2 minutes to be there.

“So, tell me. You wanted to see me?” she asked.

“Yeah, I thought you had something to tell me. Moreover, you must be expecting something from Kolkata?”

Rishh, you seriously got me something.” She was surprised. She looked at the packet in hand. “But listen, I need to tell you something,” she changed her tone when we started walking.

“Okay.” I looked into her eyes, they were tensed.

“Will you be my friend, even if I am committed to someone else?” Situation got tenser now. I positively nodded.

“I am seeing someone else right now and I wanted to share it with you.” She said.

Note: Breaking up is a Short Story I wrote once. I hope you like it. Please read the previous scenes to stay in flow with the story.

Previously Scene 4: The Drive

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Novellete: Breaking Up 3

Scene 3: Office

“Maine raat ki tijori se neend chura li hai,
Tumhari yaad ke khatir girvi rakhi thi kabhi.”
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Days passed, nights arouse; weeks harden. For a week, I could not get good numbers on sales from the boys. That was the hardest week for my team to survive. One evening, my boss, Mr. Akshay Khattar, talked to me. He was a man with so much experience, worked at different levels and companies until he joined Indiamart.com as North Zone Manager.

“I don’t know the reason of your under performance but let me remind you, you are an Assistant Manager.” He said to me. “This team is dependent on you. You cannot fail these boys because of your personal problems.” He continued while sipping his peg at the party of the national top sales team.

That night, his words changed my attitude towards work. I realised whatever happening to me personally, should not affect my work. From next morning, I came back into the game of sales.

Meanwhile, I forgot about my broken relationship. Even then, she was always on my mind. At times, we chatted as well.

“Hi Geet.. How are you? How was your day?” I pinged. It took her hours to reply.

“Oh, hi Rishh… Am good. And the day was not good.

Saala, Ashok, my manager, Chilla raha tha. What a jerk!” She replied, and so we continued a while. However, we never talked much as we used to.

A month before Diwali, the company announced a competition for sales team, Diwali Dhamaka. The Mail said, “Team with maximum sales for the month would be sent on Bangkok Trip”. Keeping in mind weekly sales target and competition intensity, I motivated my team to get work done by hook or crook, and I would help them for everything to get the sales.

“So Guptaji, how is your team doing?” Satya Prakash asked. He was Assistant Manager of other team and one of the strongest competitors for the prize.

Sirji, my team is way behind your team. I heard that you are getting 4 sales in a day.” I replied while making a laugh. “Why don’t you transfer 2 leads to my team?” I asked genuinely.

“I would have Rachit. But you know, Sales mein sab jayez hai, sivaye bhaichare ke.” He joked further.

Life was normal again. The work was better than before and I was getting competitive sales for the Diwali Dhamaka. Then the usual Friday evenings with friends at Pocket Bar, Sundays with family. Movie’s got more action, Food got better taste, and life got a blend of positive thoughts, until a week after Diwali.

That Monday Morning meeting had lots of suspense. It would be Diwali for some and ‘diwala’ for others.

“So guys, you all enjoyed your Diwali?” Mr. Khatter asked. Everyone replied positively and enthusiastically.

“Satya Prakash’s team performed phenomenally and got the highest sales so they are going to Bangkok.” Mr Khattar announced. Everyone applauded.

“But there is a surprise. We have another winner.” This was not at all expected.

“Team with second highest sales, i.e. Rachit Gupta’s team will also fly to Bangkok.” He announced further. I was elated at this. Everyone congratulated us. However, my boss had something else as well. “Rachit, my boy, there is another surprise for you. And I hope you like it.” He said.

“You are promoted to Market Place as Trade Fairs Team Manager.” He told me while making steps towards me. I stood up from my seat at this unexpected news. I was so happy. When appreciation is made with promotions, it is an achievement. I was one of the youngest people to get such promotion. I wanted to share it with Geet. However, something stopped me.

Life is such a mystery in itself. Two unexpected surprises at the office made my day. I went to Connaught Place with friends to enjoy the day. We were having some drink and some awesome food, and then my phone beeped. It was Geet. She called me. Therefore, without any delay I picked the call.

“Hello Rishh” she said.

“Hi Geet, How are you?” I replied enthusiastically. “How come you called me?” I asked further.

“I am good. What are you doing?” she asked. “I need your help. Please help me!” she urged sweetly.

“Nothing much, I am with friends at Connaught Place.” I replied to her first question. “Yeah, tell me, how can I help you?” I asked.

“Could you please pick me and give a lift to home? I am here only at Route No. 04. My friend had to leave me here for urgent office work.” She said hurriedly. “Can you Rishh… Please pick me?” I was stuck.

For no particular reason, I took leave from friends. With this move, heart and mind started another argument. Heart was happy for getting back to torn memories. However, Mind was taking the side of ‘being used by a girl’ fact. Well, they both had strong sides. Nevertheless, why she called me was the real question.

Note: Breaking up is a Short Story I wrote once. I hope you like it. Please read previous two scenes to stay in flow with the story.

Scene 1: Friday Night

Scene 2: Hangover

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Novellete: Breaking Up 1

Scene 1: Friday Night

The moment you get to know that you are truly committed, there is an equal chance of losing your partner. Daily texting to your sweetheart, never guarantee a pure love between you two. Trust and Understanding are the major ingredient in Love Recipe.  I did not know that would happen to me in a short time. I thought life was turning towards a Sunrise, but certainly, it returned to the mode of sunset.

It was another Friday, which later turned F*cked Up Friday. I got off early from the office and so I planned for Friday boozing with friends. Friday night means a night of Freedom, the next day you do not have your Boss right over your head to shout about Targets and weird stuffs.

“You don’t have to go through the list all the time. You know what you want. So, just order… Damn it.” Raj said to Sameer.

“Let’s order 2 pegs of Blender’s for each. Rest Sameer and Shaurya can have beer. What do you say?” I asked.

“Perfect.” Yuvi replied.

Besides, girls, our gang have two other hot topics to chat about, One which makes our day hell, that is our boss, and the other is Party, rather I should specify to Daaru. Pocket Bar at Netaji Subhash Place is like the Central Park of FRIENDS for us.

“I heard something interesting about you Shaurya.” Sameer said. “Suna hai shehar me koi naya chand aaya hai, jise dekh tera chehra khil aaya hai. What’s the story of Minakshi?” he continued.

Arey, it’s nothing. It’s an old story with new packing. Rest you guys know you’re.” Shaurya replied, sipping his beer.

In a meanwhile, my mobile danced silently. “I got a ping from Geet. Damn it, I forgot to reply her before leaving office.” I said to myself.

“Where the f*ck are you? Why aren’t you replying me?” She was shouting through her words in her ping.

Nothing other than an apology, I was eligible to ask for from her. Therefore, I immediately replied her.  In her revert, I did not get nothing but another round of F*3ki$ odd words.

“I am really sorry Chaan, please forgive me. It won’t happen again.” I pinged again, while others kept on laughing at a joke or two cracked up right then.

“B*%nCh@#D, are you going to keep your peg for home or what?” Yuvi asked seriously, as all others were waiting for another peg. Without any break, I took the full glass in one go and kept other four rub their eyes for a while.

“Excuse Me; please get tequila shots for aahhh…” I stopped. “Who wants to have two flaming shots of tequila?” I asked others in between the order. Well, no one raised voice, but Raj and Yuvi applauded my thought.

After two pegs, nothing was dizzy. However, in between our fun day, I was trying to convince my girl, not an easy task to go through. Then, she texted me a last message stating, “I think we should have some time for our better relation. I know you love me, but still let us just break for a while. Bye and Please don’t text me.” I did not have anything to say, but to accept her request.

I did not know how the Bar manager realized my mood, and the bar was humming an awesome song “I’m Still Loving You” by The Scorpions. However, I did not utter a word.

“Don’t worry Sameer. You will get one very soon.” Shaurya said. Later I realized I had missed half of the conversation with my pals that night.

Heera hai tu humara.” Yuvi said to console him on his break up with Priya. “Aur Heere ki pehchan ke liye, koi badia Johari dhundna padega.” He continued.

Johari hi dhundio, koi “Karan” Johar mat dhundh liyo.” Raj added.

“Don’t worry brother. Heera koyle ki khan se nikal ke Johari ke pass jaata hai, na ki Johar ki Jaang pe” and there Sameer replied.

Oye hoye, Dialogue.” I said to get involved, while looking for my second tequila shot.

The hazing light of the bar was demanding us to order for another round. The good thing about that bar was it made everyone open. Nevertheless, it could not pour me out that night. The relationship does not happen over a night. It requires time and trust. Two people when enters a relationship, they also get packed into trust and love. Anyways, it was a night of new relations, break ups and some on hold.

Note: Breaking up is a Short Story I wrote once. I hope you like it. Scene two will be published soon.

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A Poet’s Love

There’s a poet in all light,
Writes what he feels.
Not before he met her,
Those dimples on the cheek,
Those mushy smiles he gets,
Over the period of distance,
He could forget, but.
But lives on memories.
There’s a poet once said,
Her eyes are all he listens.
Yes, they talk a lot.
And with the sweetness,
She knows who to love.
But a poet, still waits.
All will die, but she in him.

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