Ibadat

हमारी आंखों ने की

आज रात को हम उन्हें तारे दिखा लाए

पास की पहाडी पर

रेत का बिछोना है

खुली आंखों ने

ख्यालों मैं लेटे

कुछ तारे इधर देखे

कुछ उधर देखे

इतने मैं हवा sarsarai

तारों से भरा आसमान दिखाई दिया

कुछ कहते हैं पीर-पैगम्बर का घर यहीं

थोड़े नमन किए

थोडी साँस ली
इबादत

हमारी आंखों ने की

Dosti

यारों के संग
इतनी मोहब्बत एक पल मैं भरी
के जिंदगी जी पुरी
क्या खोया और क्या पाया
क्या दिया और क्या लिया
इसका हिसाब ज़माने पे छोड़ते हैं

gratitude

चंद पलों के लिए
हम मिले तो सही
कुछ दूर ही के लिए
हम चले तो सही
हाथ मिले न मिले
दिल मिले तो सही

दस्तूर

तुम्हे बदलेगा
या तुम उसे
चैन न इधर मिलेगा
न उधर

चाहत

बहोत बरस हुए अपनी छत पे गए
पहली बारिश मैं भीगे
जि करता है इस बार फिर वही सड़क लूँ
जिसके मोड़ पर घर आता है

Nasha

पहले पाँव उठते नही थे
अब रुकते नही हैं

Mohabbat

आज सुबह ki धुप थी
बिन मांगे मिली

Life

लोग उम्र गिनते हैं सालों मैं
हम लम्हों मैं जी रहे ज़िन्दगी

Simpu Singh

His videos bring a smile back home.

Zay Kya Hai Veen

Kumar

Marks

Pure Veg

And this

Thakur ..

Aiyyye ! Zay Kya hai Veen. Haath upar karke Khade ho jao. Haath upar karke :)

Oh Beautiful

Radha pyari by MeeraBai, sung by Lataji.

Midnight monkiness

Life is a long hike, travel light. 

A Song

Itna na mujhse tu pyaar badha. A friend of mine used to like this very much. Sung with great tenderness and care by Lata Mangeshkar and Talat Mahmood.

Webchutney

It's an ad agency based in Bombay I believe. It's ads are superb! 

Sample1

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Chulbuli

Chulbuli. I remember seeing this ad in India an year ago or so. Loved it Totally.

Identity

Yesterday morning, I went to the Tibetan Kitchen with my friend. There I met a Tibetan, whose family had emigrated to India. I thought he was a Buddhist monk because he was dressed like one.  There is a beautiful wide shot photo of a city at the foothills of a mountain range, on one of the walls in the Tibetan Kitchen.  I asked the owner, he said it was Lhasa. This man who stood beneath that photo, he asked us, "Where are you from"? I said I am from India. "I am from Himachal Pradesh, Kullu Manali, Aap kahan se hain", he said.  He knew Hindi, we started talking and invited him over to have lunch with us. The sunlight felt bright and warm. The owners seemed happy to have us and interested. He had studied in South India and now has started a school here in boulder. He talked mostly, we listened. His manner was calm and gentle. His face changed when he talked about his family, the suffering his people have undergone, the loss of their homeland, their identity. We asked him about the Dalai Lama, what Tibetans want now. The owners, mother and son I believe, occassionally came, and listened, or talked to us. He said that the future is unknown to him, and that he didn't know what will happen after Dalai Lama. But he thought that the fire was strong, much strong in the newer generation and that they will continue the fight.

Matt Once Again

Where the hell is Matt

Two ways

There is the way of the mind by which we conduct our lives in relation to others. As we grow up, depending on our environment, what the world throws at us, and our inclinations, we collect a set of ideals that inspire us, motivate us, drive us, to achieve, to attain. Naturally, some ideals are thrown away, some new are acquired as we grow. 

In this there is a great role of family, friends, society. A good and stable family, friend circle, society, provides us with the freedom and ability to set our ideals and supports us in attaining them.

Yet as life happens, we all have this desire to lose oneself to one or more things. That is the way of the heart. This is something that is not taught to us, but here and there, growing up, we perceive it to be true.  

Most of us, oscillate between the two. The ones whose mind is strong we climb the mountains, we sacrifice ourselves. The ones whose heart is strong, we sacrifice ourselves, we climb the mountains.

My Nonsense.