happy birthday sona

रात नाराज़ थी तुम मुझसे...मैं काम ही कुछ ऐसे करता हूँ... दो दिनों से हमारी बात भी नहीं हुई ठीक से... पर क्या बदला? हर सांस मैं तुम्हे महसूस करता हूँ... हर सुबह साढ़े मौ बजने का इंतज़ार करता हूँ कि उँगलियाँ फिर दौड़े फ़ोन पर... फिर एक आवाज़ आये उधर से--हेलो... फिर एक दिन जी जाऊं मैं...

दिन भर कि थकान के बाद रात जब बात हो तो लगे... पूरे दिन का मेहनताना मिल गया हो जैसे...

सोच रहा था कैसे बधाई दूं तुम्हे...कोई बेहतर तरीका नज़र नहीं आया...

ये कुछ अशार सिर्फ तुम्हारे लिए...

कैसे कहूं जन्मदिन मुबारक तुमको,

कैसे लिखूं इसपर कविता

इसी सोच में रात बीती जा रही है

मेरे जीवन के मुक्तक को संगीत मिला है तुमसे

सूरज की पहली किरने तुम्हारे 'हेलो' से घुसती हैं घर में

धुंधलाती हुई रात के बेनूर अँधेरे तुम्हारी आवाज़ से रौशनी पाते हैं

सुबह की गुड मोर्निंग से लेकर रात के गुड नाईट तक

हर छंद एमिन तुम्हारी मुस्कराहट गूंजती है

मेरे अस्तित्व को नई पहचान मिली है तुमसे

हो सके तो बस इनता करना

होठों पर ये मुस्कराहट हमेशा बरक़रार रखना

खुदा करे तेरी ज़िन्दगी में खुशियों की बहार आये

ढेर सारी उपलब्धियां लिए

तुम्हार जीवन में ये जन्मदिन बार-बार आये

good catch

I just received an sms from friend, who said sachin is not the first player to score a double century in ODIs... what??? that's what i thought... then i read this... and i cross checked... irresponsible reporting??? what say?

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take care till we meet again...

cyao

random thoughts

i am a little apprehensive today...after almost 2 years, i have managed to write an opinion piece and don't yet know if it is going to meet the cut... honestly speaking, i don't think it is unprintable...and i have did all i can...fingers crossed for now...

i will be a little disappointed if it doesn't make the cut though...

so as i told you i am a little unsettled today, and there are random thoughts going around in my mind... i will try weaving them in here for the blogosphere...

almost 1 in the night and i am surfing through channels... have you noticed katrina kaif acting? i saw her dancing on a number from her movie in an awards ceremony about an hour back and noticed that she was performing as good as a puppet... dancing immaculately well but the lip-sync was missing... just came to my mind what will happen if rakhi sawant gets to act in a hollywood movie... that's how out of place looked katrina to me while dancing live...

speaking about the idiot box and the programmes it airs... i so don't like the shows they are coming up with these days... i have a particular dislike for rahul mahajan's swayamwar... first i don't think that man has earned anything in his life to have one show dedicated to him... secondly, i have serious doubts about the maturity and the mental state of the girls who have come out to be his match...i mean, gimme a break guys...we are all not lunatics... but i don't blame the audience as well... i have notice how much The Lady enjoys watching that show just for the sake of idiocy... what all can these girls do to find some fame...

staying with the reality shows...i don't quite like them...sure it gives a much needed platform to the amateurs...but lest face it...there are so many of them on every channel...and what's the output? we still have only one shreya ghoshal and only one kunal ganjawala... do you remember who all else won these kind of reality shows? they have just fizzed away in oblivion...

but i still enjoy comedy circus and so you think you can dance... sudesh and krushna just rock on the former and there is so much energy in the latter that can just blow your stress away... and i have just read that it is one of the most popular shows in the US...

staying with popularity no one can deny the heights of it when it comes to SRK... rare are the S species who won't buy lovely reebok shoes just because SRK wore them in MNIK... i mean i do agree with the phrase that in this country only two things sell--SRK and sexx...

talking about MNIK, i don't know what nikhat kazmi was thinking when she gave the move 5 stars...was she dreaming? sleeping? anyone has answers? it is just so not worth it...in fact, i think the readers of The Times of India have done a better review giving the movie three-and-a-half stars... i gave it the same... such predictable movie...so ordinary performances except one kajol scene...such incredible complex...and so unreal, melodramatic SRK... i mean it all looked like a dream... i personally would rather watch Ishqiya to spend a weekend...

talking about spending a weekend...i only enjoy spending it when i am with Her... and i was...last weekend...she being a religious SRK fan, wanted to see MNIK... i also couldn't stop myself (yours truly was also a fan of king khan in younger days)... i have said what i have to about the movie...watch it only the spirit of the movie...the never say die attitude...and for nothing else...

it was around half past seven when we were coming out of pvr priya in vasant lok... as we discussed the pros and cons of the movie, we stopped at a corner where some pencil drawings were neatly arranged... i don't say we are great art lovers, but we value honest effort and the drawings just got our feet glued there... we kept looking and suddenly The Lady picked up one of them and bought it and asked the kid to sign it for us... in a swift move the kid put another drawing of his in the vacant space and wrote his name in english for us on the piece we bought... vikas...this one is for you son...i was very impressed to know you can write your name in english... was it a marketing strategy? may be... who cares, for a 10-odd-year-old kid, who has to sell his drawing to let his ends meet, i didn't expect much...

it was heartening to see that vikas hasn't yet lost his innocence... the glimmer of hope in his eyes and his smile when we earned that drawing of his, was worth paying 10-times more than we actually did... someday...may be someday...if i am man enough and worthy enough...i would come back to you son...

my heart sank pretty soon... for i saw people who had spent around three hours for the movie and at least 125 bucks per ticket didn't have one minute or ten bucks for his sincere effort... for them, he was a non-entity....

but this world is full of disparities... on one hand an SRK gets millions for a few songs, some same-old dialogues, and repetitive performances... and on the other hand a true artist is content selling one drawing per day for Rs10... a rahul mahajan has scores of pretty girls to keep him company... and on the other hand scores of vikases are silently appealing for that one look... that one opportunity...

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cheers

introspection

दिल ही तो है न संग-ओ-खिश्त दर्द से भर न जाए क्यों

रोयेंगे हम हज़ार बार कोई हमें रुलाये क्यों...

when with malice chose this name, it had more to do with himself than others... he realized the same monday...

come to think of it, what has he done in his life? just standing own own's ground ain't enough in life,

is it? in this civilized world, he is still an uncultured, unmannered rookie... doesn't know how to talk,

behave, carry himself... doesn't make friends...ohh! sorry...people don't think he is worth talking to... he actually met a colleague monday afternoon, who is much more deserving than him... smart, learned, well-spoken, knows playing guitar, has been a vocalist for a rock band...in short, a pleasure-to-know-you kind of a guy...

this was just another example... in fact, with malice's current universe is full of such people... and he is such a misfit... joker in the pack, sans humour...

with malice was reborn a couple of year ago, the first innings he played on a turf he knew so well... on his home ground, different conditions, different opponents, different ball game all together... in the second innings, game's changed... on foreign soil; against tougher, unfamiliar opponents; in alien conditions; he is trying hard to survive... what make life more difficult is the fact that he doesn't have a practice match under his belt this time... will he survive? only time will tell...

ग़ालिब-ए-खस्ता के बगैर कौन-से काम बंद हैं...

रोईये ज़ार-ज़ार क्या, कीजिये हाय-हाय क्यों...

but getting a cold-shoulder every now and then works as a bouncer...keeps him awake...

रोने से इश्क में और बेबाक़ हो गए

धोये गए हैं ऐसे कि बस पाक हो गए...

hope ये धुलाई यूँ ही बरक़रार रहे... and with malice can come up with the goods this time around...

is this the place we live in???

i was kind of taken aback while reading the newspaper sunday morning…and now i am sad to notice that there lives an animal in all of us who can stoop so low... it is disgusting to notice that even in the 21st century india, there remain some practices, which make us look no better than the barbaric neanderthals... i wonder if they were this inhumane...

i m no kiran bedi...neither do i share the same wavelength with the so-called feminists...but the example cited above makes me puke... how do people make others think that there are things like dayans, witches and all? i am actually not sure why this word was ever introduced in the dictionary and how it cropped up in our lingua franca... how do they justify their choices, and hell, who gives them the right to speak in such a manner about any other human being?

something that makes me shiver is the kind of treatment meted out to these poor women... how do you justify feeding people excreta? how can you force women to parade naked in the village?

i am sure these people have no family...neither were they born of a mother, nor do they have a wife or daughter...for people who have ever touched a woman can't force another to such humiliation...

i remember i once saw a 70-odd-year-old woman at roadside seeking alms...her son, around 40, was kicking her...i ran...hit him in the back...punched the back of his head as he met the ground face-first...and ran away... i came back home and cried a lot... i had just lost my grandmother few days back... nine years have passed by... still, if i see someone suffering like that, i lose my mind... i don't know what i did was right or wrong, and i don't really care, but i had felt satisfied then...

why then we can't protest against such heinous crimes against humanity?

look into yourselves people... remember the first time you slept in your mother's lap... remember the first girl friend who held your hand... remember the wife you have held in your arms tightly against your chest... remember the first kiss you planted on your kids' forehead... remember the first time your daughter called you ma/papa...

do you still feel nothing? may be you have lost it then... or do you feel a cold shiver running through your spine? stand up then...do something...

most of us think what shall we do...or what will happen if i alone take on the crusade? people in distant villages can't read... they don't speak... don't understand anything on their own... what will blogposts like this change?

for the way i see it... if i can speak about it...and you can lend your voice too... we will be loud enough...louder than the villains... and audible enough for the herd of sheep to hear and understand...

second innings

many things have changed since i last wrote here, on this blog...one of them is that i have realized i can't survive without writing... not that i am a great writer or there aren't better writers here on the blogosphere, but somehow i have missed writing a lot in the past four-odd months...

much of what i say here will eventually be a self confession, but i take the opportunity to thank you sona for putting me to writing again... frankly speaking i don't expect anyone else dropping by over here...

now as i evolve from this self confessed exile, i can assure you (actually i am assuring myself) that i will write more...i know i should.

many thoughts have come to my mind since i wrote last... have tried to pen some of them... those posts will follow this one in a while...

while i was thinking what to write as my comeback post, i noticed the biggest change that has happened... this rugged fellow has turned silent...

let me tell you a story...

there lived a guy in a small town with his family and friends... completely content... and mind you, loud...

he was not the best but was better than most in that small town...

suddenly he realized he has no existence of his own... he doesn't have a name...the surname was enough he had thought all this while...

but innocence dies fast... he realized as he was growing up...

he decided to leave all the comfort and a world of his own, the one he dominated, to find his existence...

the journey began...

he travelled thousand miles, alone, in his search... he got nothing...

actually he got something... made some friends who would last the lifetime... liked a girl only to

be dumped and was told he was too loud...

he left the city, with a promise to return, to travel another thousand miles...

only this time, he was more arrogant...louder...

the only thing he got this time was solitude...

from the amalgamation of solitude and arrogance, evolved silence...

he learnt to be silent

but something else changed as well...he saw some light at the end of the tunnel...

he started finding his feet in this good-bad-ugly world...

he travelled a thousand miles again...and then again...

many things have changed since this journey first started...

he has found his existence...and working hard to make it count...

he got love...he got his soulmate...he got most of the things he wanted from life...

but that arrogance is gone...the loudness seldom comes...

silence is the language he speaks these days...

silent he is most of the time these days...

and frankly speaking...he is loving it....

and this silence will be the key word i guess in the subsequent blogs...

cheers...

PS: as a kid i used to read raj comics a lot, the nagraj, super commando dhruv, doga stuff... i remember a character called bankelal... this fellow was a courtier of a king, who always wanted to kill the king and succeed him to the throne... to make his desire come true, he did all he could... but due to a curse, whenever he tried to harm anyone or did something to hurt anyone, things used to change in such a way that they would actually favour that person...

with malice is a complete antithesis of bankelal, never does what is expected of him... and often ends up doing the exact opposite whenever he tries to be a better man...

lets hope things will change this new year...

BTW A VERY HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR TOO THE BLOGOSPHERE

adieu...

To all the people who have ever visited "with malice" ("with malice" has got some 40-odd viewers in the past month-and-a-half), I would like to convey my gratitude. I am really thankful to the ones who commented and also to the one who just went through. "with malice" was a very beautiful part of my life...
But as they say, all good things have to come to an end, and though I am sorry to say that "with malice" has come to a premature and abrupt end, I am happy with the support it got...
"with malice" will never come again.
Thank you all again for the love and support...
cheers...