Keep an eye to everything ,life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

There’s been always debate over classy vs unclassy. The classy enjoy meals, dinner and breakfast in a restaurant paying VAT, service tax and additional taxes but they argue or doubt over the freshness of a vegetable in a market (by market I never ever mean Reliance fresh). Its freezed packaged decorated vegetables which may suit to their reputation and class but aren’t enough to provide them with required vitamins and minerals and resulting in a poor immunity level. They doubt over the freshness of vegetables but they dare to raise a question over packaged and decorated food items in stores. I don’t know how did consuming Bel juice or original mango juice became unclassy over having slice (which itself says its aerated drink and contains added flavored taste , brands like Frooti, Maaza, Slice and Jumpin' have flavors added to them. The blog is not about classy vs unclassy. It’s over honesty vs hypocrisy. Advertisement vs truth, men vs real men.

Days back, one of my senior mate Ravi Saxena (works in Wabco) needed a haircut .I suggested him Luks and other fancy hair cutting saloons because he earns now and can afford a rs 150 haircut but he refused saying he’s been to same barber  for 13 years and rarely miss him. We reached the hair cutting shop .The barber was busy with some other costumer who looked like a government official and was telling him of the incidents that aren’t known to locals. Next was our turn. The man gave him rs 500 and the barber had no change .He asked us for change. We too had none. The man said he’ll be back with the change amount. He left, meanwhile it was almost half an hour there. I was busy playing tap the frog game on his phone and was trying  to beat the high score set by him but couldn’t do it. Later I came to know the score was set by her teen cousin who is eight years old and I couldn't even beat her .It was now 50 minutes and now the barber began investing how long did it took to have get money changed. He asked your permission to go and have a look around. He went to look over the places I too followed him to a little distance but found none looking like the man. The barber came back empty heated and began cutting Ravi bhaiya’s hair. He said “लगता  है ,आज  40 रुपया  का  घाटा  हो गया। दो  किलो  आटा  का  दाम  लेगया  वो  आदमी(mind it ,cost of wheat is rs 22/kg)I go shopping with mom. You can’t skip mothers. It took me into deep thought how much those 40 rupees meant to him and how dishonest was the man who didn’t even bother to return him the amount. We were around the place for about 3 hours which included bank works also but found no sign of the man. How can one be so cruel and dishonest to these people, in fact why only them why being dishonest to anyone? We take money from people then forget it. Thinking the amount to be in little we forget to give it back but that little amount matter to them very much. We don’t care about the consequences. What is merely rs 40 for us, may mean survival to them.

The class can be modest with their tone in malls, shopping complexes but their reality comes out it real market. Their yelling, over rs 1 or 5 can be easily heard in market. You may also come over real creepy guys out there in market who refuse taking vegetables without being given in plastic because vegetables gets mixed up. How’s that a reason to have a polythene bag. Luckily my mom doesn’t take things in polythene. I am not fully against them but there’s got to be civic sense. Nowadays, there is prime time debate over gau-rakshaks, who are beating up innocent people and letting go those plastic in throats of cows. If they really want to protect them and being meaningful. They should do the duty with sensible attitude and think of management of plastics bags and protecting cows from consuming them.

I am too a part of classy sometimes but luckily I have a mother who sends me back to fakira to give them back rs 50 because they paid her extra and in return  I paid policemen rs 200 because I wasn’t  wearing a helmet. Well that's my fault because she warned me to wear it. You should always listen to women. I don’t know how they can see future or maybe they decide your future upcoming. It’s been weeks back when, me and my friend, UPS (Uday Pratap Singh) and Alok went to our school to have some papers on my scooty (people who know me those 2 years know about my scooty, others may skip this part).While going to school UPS saw a girl, who’s been 100% guarantee unlucky to me and my best friend Harsh since school days. It was all good up to then .we went to school, had our papers. When we came back to parking .we saw my scooty punctured. Everybody knows the nearest reach of puncture shop from DAV, nit. We pushing our scooty, in fact only I was pushing scooty and brought it to a puncture shop .The shopkeeper was about 5 years older than us. He looked after the tyres condition and told us that the bill would be about rs 45.we had that amount. Until UPS bought a water bottle of Rs 15 and bringing our budget to rs 30.After half an hour he told the bill is Rs 60.Each one of us were shocked ,what to do. Finally, I persuaded him to take Rs 30 and told, ‘we are regular visitors and he’ll have the left amount soon.it has been 2 months now until we had visited him. Finally I gave him the amount after the incident happened with me at the barber’s shop. Maybe it meant nothing to me but it would have been a lot sum to him. He was surprised to have money back also I could see having faith in honesty back in his eyes. It was a moment of realization.

If you ever have an encounter with anything of such things, do pay them with our honesty .They may not need your money every time. Give them our trust they may ask for money later. Set examples for coming generations keeping in mind we ourselves are trending generation. Do things for yourselves just to make yourself happy. It isn’t about class or society. We just need to figure one thing what we are, where do we come from and what makes us different from others and what difference we have made around us.

If we didn’t make any. I am afraid our role for nation isn’t considered. I suggest you to take small steps, bigger ones will follow by. There’s okay with things you can’t do it. 

There are many things you can’t but at least do things what you can.

Keep an eye to everything, life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. You could miss the essence of your presence on earth.

Insomniac Lovers

जज्बात  लबो तक न  आ  पाए , इसी  बात  कि कसक रह गयी
शाम कल  भी तन्हा  थी ,आज  कि  शाम  हमे  खुद से  तन्हा कर  गई।

हम  रोये ऐसे कि आँशु  कि एक  बूंद तक न  निकली
दिल  में दर्द  ऐसा  उठा  की  रोने  की  एक  आह  न  निकली।


हम  रोये ऐसे कि आँशु  कि एक  बूंद तक न  निकली
दिल टूटा जब  तो इसके  रोने  की आवाज़  तक न  निकली

हम  वक़्त  से  टकरा  गए  ये  सोच  की  कल  बदल  जायेगा
हमे  क्या  पता था ये  ज़ालिम  हमे  ही  बदल  जायेगा।

किस  बात  का  गम  है की  तुम  न  हो  मेरे  पास
तुम्हारे  रहने  से भी  हमने आँशु  बहुत  बहाये  थे।


किस  बात  का  गम  करे  की  तुम  न  हो  मेरे  पास
भीड़  में भी  हम तन्हा न थे ,आज उसी  भीड़ ने हमे तन्हा कर दिया।

कि ज़ज़्बातों  का  दौर  कुछ यूँ चला कि शायरों ने
अल्फ़ाज़ों  कि हसीं बरसात कर दी
हमारे  ज़ज़्बातों ने ही हमें उस बरसात से  भी  अनछुआ कर दिया।

कई मीरजों ने  जान  गवाये अपने प्यार में विश्वास कर
हम तो आँख  मूँद आग को बढ़ते जा रहे थे।

विवश  किया   गया हमें भरी  महफ़िल में रंग  ज़माने  को
कैसे  कहता  मैं  उन्हें  आज आया मैं उन महफिलों  के  ग़म भुलाने को।

दोस्तों ने  न  मज़हब  देखा  न  इमान  देखा ,
हर सच्चे दिल में एक सच्चा इंसान देखा
यूँ  तो खुदगर्ज़  है वो  लोग  जिन्होंने  इस  पाक रिस्ते  में भी नफा - नुकसान देखा।

लबो  तक न आने पाए  ऐसे ज़ज़्बातों  का क्या
हमने  उम्र  गवा  दी  जज्बातों  को संभाले रखे।

आजकल प्यार के  मायने  बदल दिये  जा  रहे हैं
हीर -राँझा,सोनी -महिवाल  कि  जगह  खोखले  रिश्तों के  कसम  खाये  जा रहे है
प्यार  कि  परिभासा   जा  उनसे पूछे जो  हमे बचपन से अबतक
बिन  किसी  आशा  के  बेइन्तेहा  प्यार  किये जा रहे हैं।

खोखली  दोस्ती  की  गहराई  हमे  बोतलों  ने समझाइ
जब  बोतल  हुऐ  खाली  तो हमे खुद  कि आवाज़ ही गूंजती आई।

किस  बात  का  ऐब  करे हम  खुद  पर
वक़्त ने  हसीं  सितम  कर रखे हैं
कभी  हम वक़्त  से तो कभी  वक़्त  हमसे  उलझे  रहते  हैं।

किस  बात  पर वो  रूठ जाते है ,ये हमें समझ   नही आता
पर  ये उनका  रूठना  भी  हमे  मानने  को  मज़बूर कर जाता है।

क्यों  तुम्हे कह दे की  हमे  तुमसे मुहब्बत  हैं
क्या  हमारी आँखों  कि  चमक तुम्हे  नज़र नही  आती।

यूँ  तो आशिक़  कई  हुवे  मोहब्बत में
खुद को लुटा के दूसरे  को खुशी देने कि ये  आदत  हमे नागवार  लगते है।

THE 24TH CENTURY RELGION

Like the rays of sun
should be our religion
comenth straight falling to us.

no intruder,neither any preacher 
just like light's energy should be everywhere
in a grain of sand, in giant mountains
in animate objects ,in intense contact of love
this energy should be everywhere

shouldn't be a reason to follow a religion
like light it should be everywhere
no rule,no ideals,free from itself to govern
the light is here,let it fall on us

let religion be spiritual away from terrorism
neither of big or small,of riches or poor
be it everywhere not in big idols or small
make it free to all,let the light fall

the sun is here,let the light fall on
let's believe everything is one
our religion be the light
and the ultimate truth be sun                                          #Vishal ranjan

THE UNDERDOG RELATIONSHIP (By Default God’s Gift)

I read somewhere, “The fragility of a crystal is not a weakness but a fineness. Though a crystal is easily fragile (breakable) but that quality of crystal doesn’t makes it weak rather it’s fineness make it worthy. Every relationship is fragile. Be it whatever, by everything .I mean everything each of it. The term relationship was not very common to us until each as us were introduced to Facebook and hence what was once a word unknown to us is a must option for teenage kid. I couldn’t find a guy of 13+ who didn’t knew what relationship meant and trust me the term relationship is only girlfriend and boyfriend to them. For them relationship is being complicated, serious or may be single. Relation is self and Soul association with every object living or non-living around us. Be it POPAT LAL`S relationship with his umbrella or someone`s relationship with his Soulmate (Hope that term really exist).

Today I am going to talk about the coolest person we have been in relation with and it`s by default by GOD`S grace. It`s not your mom. It’s our dad .No offense to mom they are cool but dad`s coolest. They have a real swag.

“When I was a child,

I spoke as a child. 

I understood as a child

I thought as a child

But when I become a man.

I put away all childish things.”

This is hell reality with every another person, they postpone their dreams for another great cause and grow up. I don’t know how it’s got to be a grown man but certainly it’s got to be cool like my dad who hasn’t left behind the childish and funny kid inside him .you can talk about idiotism and nonsense to him .for serious decisions stuff he leaves up to your own decisions.

In Indian families father son relationship is most underdog relationship and being a teen with some bullshit and real angles called ‘FRIENDS’. You kind of disconnect with him .you take underrate him a many times but when reality hits you he’s always there for you at the right moment.

   Recently 12^th boards result were out. I was really tensed like others with bio and maths both as a subject also I am too good in maths .when I saw the board’s paper I almost cried after seeing the papers. I got good marks as per my expectations but per my mom because Sharma ji’s kid got some 90% marks .I always would ignore his call in exams saying I am studying or before exams cause I would always expect a lecture but on the day of results I had to take the call. He told me few stories about the biggest failures of world and the success they saw ahead .I had not expected it anyway .I thought of a harsh treatment. I felt so good at that moment .i realised that ‘sometimes decisions taken in a nick of moment have power to influence a series of incidents to follow. Maybe it was also because they would have thought I would plan something idiotic after results like several others in newspaper .I am not one of those who give up easily and never giving attitude comes from sports. There was a time in class 6-7 when I was not allowed to play sports or take part in it because my class teacher told my maa that the cause of my falling grades is my craze for cricket. If you are a cricket fan and you love being a part of playing XI and you’re told to just watch and enjoy. It’s what which calls you  For a ‘REBEL’.I had a talk with my dad in phone and he just made maa agree in seconds to let me play and the next day I was practicing with the team . I have the best memories of cricketing days with me. Harsh defeats, sledging and winning matches.

I was really cool when Facebook had the feature I love you mom on mother’s day but on father’s day they had nothing lie on mother’s day.it sounded biased to me. Maa, I love you is easiest thing to say but PAPA,I love you is the hardest because it’s rarest case in boys.  

In early teens, if a guy would call his dad as BAAP. We would befriend with that guy because for us it was an insulting behaviour .now it’s just common among my friends and not like teens here everyone agrees with me. It’s their new cool. Luckily I have not all my friends on this path of new cool. Never have I been to this path because what’s wrong in past is always wrong later, time doesn’t changes the judgement of wrong.

Cricket is the only platform where two men of the house join together, sharing sofa and your dad can only save you from housefly ‘Simar’ during IPL season. You may love your mom to any limits but when comes to cricket your limit is defined.

We have progressed so much since the early age but the father-son relationship has been underdog always. We may express our problems socials, seek advice from various sources but we forget the best advice who have had a life experience of everything .He would scold you for the first 5 min, you don’t go to him. Trust me if you bare the first 5 minutes and hear him .You’ll have the best advice. I have this experience also you’ll have most trusted person with along you.

My father loves Hindi a lot instead of being in English loving counties. He has read every book from 80-90’s and he knows every stories. Whenever I would lose quiz, debate, matches .In fact I have lost every match, quiz or debate inter school.it took almost 2 years to win the first inter school prize. He would always say these lines.   

“गिरते हैं शहसवार ही मैदाने ज़ंग में

वो तिफ्ल क्या गिरे जो घुटनों के बल चले”

It says “One who ride horses in battlefield fall down not them who crawl”.

It’s not important to be strong but feel strong and with your father’s accompany you feel that .you feel the strongest with him by your side.

Keep loving your dad.

And if you really wanna hear a true dad-son talk watch this video by Zakhir khan. 

It’s one man’s journey who fights single handed and curbs his sorrow and pain and continues to work how unhappy he is in order to let you feel happy .Never leave him alone or befriend him. He’s your FATHER.

"Love your DAD because he always loves you."