Rule# 56

My dear son, I read this one today, and I know it's pretty basic and obvious, but it is usally the obvious things which we tend to overlook. And before I forget, I want to log it for you.
It can't be said in a better way.
 
56) Comparison is the thief of joy. -Theodore Roosevelt

घर तलाशते है

जब से घर छूटा है
                 ....बस एक घर तलाशते है
ख़ानाबदोश सफ़र में ...बस एक घर तलाशते है

पहिये लगे है पाँव में
                   ....हवाओं के रुख चले है...

तिशनगी बड़ी है....और ख़ाक छानते है 
ख़ानाबदोश सफ़र में ...बस एक घर तलाशते है

कुछ खुद से रूठे रूठे ..

      कुछ सपने टूटे फूटे .....पलकों में संभालते है
अनजान से  शहर में पहचान ढूंढते है
ख़ानाबदोश सफ़र में ...बस एक घर तलाशते है

उदासिया नहीं है
                  ....खामोशियाँ बहुत है
सुकून ज़रा सा कम है
              ....रौशनी बहुत है
रातों को यूँ ही बेवजह जागते है

ख़ानाबदोश सफ़र में ...बस एक घर तलाशते है

.... ...बस एक घर तलाशते है

Rule# 55

Winters are beautiful; early in the mornings its a dreamlike scene when dew is fresh, roads are empty, visibility is limited due to mysterious fog.

Now back to my rules business.

55) In winters EITHER you can wear loose sweaters, over sized jackets or fluffy mufflers to hide that all ungainly fat OR you can still wear those crazy clothes but workout like maniacs so that you can unleash the awesomeness in summers.

पानी आसमां से भी गिरता है
और ज़मीन से भी फूटता है
सर्दी की सुबह लॉन को ओस की चादर से धक् देता है
और पत्ते भी कुछ बटोर लेते है इससे

कुछ कुँए बहुत सहेज कर रखते है इसे
जैसे कोई पुराना राज़ हो इस में
बस एक अजीब सी महक आती है
और अन्दर झाँकने में डर लगता है
कभी कुछ बोलों तो अपनी आवाज़ भी भयानक लगती है

कभी पलकों में थमता भी नहीं
बह जाता है , बहा ले जाता है
कभी काजल  के बाँध से बंध  जाता है
हौले हौले तेज़ाब  बन कर अन्दर ही अन्दर रिसता  है

पानी आसमां से भी गिरता है

और ज़मीन से भी फूटता है

झूठी बाते तेरी ....
 ...... झूठी आँखे तेरी
झूठा प्यार तेरा ...
.......झूठी गाली तेरी

झूठे वादे तेरे ....
.......झूठी कसमें सभी
झूठा झूठ तेरा ....
.........झूठी नफ़रत तेरी

झूठी बाते तेरी .....
.........झूठी आँखे तेरी
झूठा प्यार तेरा ..
...............झूठी गाली तेरी

Music Theory

Music we choose to listen at different times reflects our inner-self.
And I think it usually follows a sine-wave kind of pattern;

Like when one is temporarily happy or is temporarily high on something, prefers to listen to so-called ‘peppy’ numbers in which it is mostly the loud-music/beats or rhythm that dominates, which immediately puts them in a party-sort-of environment whereas when one is feeling temporarily low then one wants to take solace in soft numbers where they focus on words being said rather than the music, numbers that transforms them into dim-lit settings, 100% alone.

Now comes the other half of the sine-wave, my personal favorite analysis actually; when one is sad deep-down inside and wants to fool oneself into being in a happy state, one tends to mask that again with loud, so-called peppy numbers; the moment loud music stops they start another one just to temporary forget something , so to mask something.

On the other hand, people who resort to soft numbers, slowly relishing the ‘sound’ of each word said, intoxicating themselves in the meanings/thoughts/imaginations of the words – are more happy and contented. It’s the magic of words, the aura they create is so beautiful that it transforms one in an euphoric state, it create some kind of divine connection which is impossible to define.

Rule# 54

54) On some days, rather nights switch off your cellphones, tablets, laptops, notebooks, ipods and put them inside your refrigerator.

Ok, in simple words, on some nights around 9pm switch off all above mentioned gadgets and leave them in kitchen or in refrigerator.

वक़्त

चलता है ....बहता है ...उड़ता है...बस कटता  नहीं है......