I have a little cousin almost 18 years younger than me. I am at home these days, so I am spending more time around him, yesterday was his first day of school, I was sleeping when in morning he came to my place, wearing his brand new blue colored school uniform which he was showcasing from last one week, wearing his school bag at his back, black shoes of course brand new, he was extra excited on his first day of school, seeing him I flied back to flash back I recalled my first day at school, I was crying all the time, I was sitting on papa's shoulders crying all time, papa was trying to convince that I will have a great time, I am still wondering what made me enter the bus but just after a few minutes of entering I realized that I had made a huge mistake by entering this thing which looked to me as if I am in some other planet with aliens all over wearing the same thing which I am wearing and making noise like I do so I decided to use my 'Brahmasthra' and in a few minutes I was out by window back on papa's shoulders, the mission was successful. A lots of things have changed since then I wonder why children these days don't protest going to school. Surely something strange is happening. Something made me think that the life of a child is much difficult than me for sure. They have to do lots of things in a day such little time and so many things to do, managing all these things is really not a child's play. I tried to compare my cousin's day with me. Since its holidays time I wake up at 8 , and I spent almost all my time sitting in front of computer doing all those useless things which my mom don't understand. I eat thousands of calories these days and burn a little. My little cousin's life is much harder than me, from waking up early morning at 6 to going to sleep at 9 in night, he has lots of work, fighting over t.v., to get his favorite cartoon channel tuned, fighting over whose cycle is better with other children in street, fighting to get chocolates and many other adventures it surely consumes a lots of calories. And the school, thats really a tough life. Being a child you have to manage all your affairs yourself. For a child it matters most that everything that belongs to him should be best, and that takes a lots of hard work to convince others that yours is best. I still remember giving such logical explanation for making others convince that mine shoes are the best of all of them. Keeping them clean all the time, keep removing dust all the time, tough. And when it comes to your first cricket bat, nothing can be better than that. “I have the Sachin's bat” when I was a little younger I thought that the word Sachin means one who is a very good batsman, I know that was a child's thought but I think it will be great if we make it to our dictionaries, the word Sachin should mean a great batsman, as a few days back I read in a newspaper that in come countries the word Indira means lady with tough wit. As every child thinks I too wanted to grow up as soon as possible so that I could do all those things I wanted to do but couldn't do because grown ups thought that I was too small to do that. Now being among those grown ups I find that though its not a child's play to be a child I still want to be a child! But seeing a child doing all those hard works sometimes it scares me again I think that I am happy with my this easy life. Bade log , Bade log!
I am listening to a very very beautiful ghazal by Ghulam ali, and I want to dedicate this post to this ghazal। The ghazal starts with a 'sher' which goes like, अपनी आवाज़ की लर्जिश पे तो काबू पा लो, प्यार के बोल तो होठों से निकल आते है, अपने तेवर तो सम्भालों की कोई ये न कहे दिल बदलते है तो चेहरे भी बदल जाते है। I don't remember how many times i have listened this ghazal but still each time i listen to this, it gives me a new meaning. This is the beauty of ghazals, you can get a new meaning every time you listen. ये दिल ये पागल दिल मेरा क्यूँ बुझ गया, आवारगी, इस दस्त में इक शहर था वो क्या हुआ, आवारगी! The english translation is impossible, attempting that will be like killing the ghazal। What I could understand from this line is "what had happened to me", इक अजनबी झोंके ने जब पूछा जब मेरे ग़म का शबब सेहरा की भीगी रेत पे मैंने लिखा, आवारगी। Then ghulam ali sahab takes us to some other place by just his voice, amazing. ये दर्द की तन्हाईयाँ, ये दस्त का वीरान सफर, हम ल...
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