Jan 4, 2011

So this was the space where I was dying to write. Yes, so
finally I have got the peanut to blabber about anything and
everything without any beeps and any restrictions. Today was a very
good day. Woke up at 10am and got ready within 30 minutes as I had
to go for a bike ride around the city. Two of my lovely friends
agreed to this plan and were ready for the same. As time passed by
12pm, both of them dropped it. So I’n disguise, called dad and told
him that “is there any work for me that you want me to do?”He said,
“there’s no work for you son. Enjoy with your friends.” So took my
bike, and went alone to the outskirts of the city. Bhiwandi
highway. To be precise. Bhajansons dairy was a life savior for me.
It was fun having ‘thandai’ over there and then returning back with
those wonderful memories. The distance covered was almost around
80kms. But sometimes the quickest way to be happy is independent
biking. Loved it. Then came home and was already filled with
content, when suddenly found my pen-drive and thought of watching a
movie. The movie was “Crook.” Starring Emraan Hashmi. The film was
a good watch as it mainly focussed on the ‘Indo-Australian’ issues.
After watching the Phillum, went out again with a friend to Planet
M to buy the karaoke Cd’s. Suddenly dad called me and told me to
pick him up. So it was again a good 30 kms ride. So now, after all
the chaos and the ride, have got the time for the blog. So from
now, will keep updated with the pictures and the amusing stuff
around.

“PitaShree”

Starting from my 1st tricycle till my blackberry,

From my 1st box of crayons till my Digests,

From my 1st pair of clothes till my latest Gucci perfume,

Every second, every moment u made it live..

I love you Dad..!!!!

 

From my open houses, till my college black-lists,

You were there every time supporting me in my day to day activities..

Before a Maths exam, I use to get Nightmares,

And dad, you were the only one who made me fearless..

 

Being an average student I always scored less,

And u never said a word and told me not to take stress,

Those moments were the most beautiful,

Thank you so so much for making them fruitful..

 

Whatever I thought of getting, u got it for me,

Without even thinking about the money,

Just to fulfill all my dreams and desires,

U kept working harder and harder which now inspires..

 

 

I think I am one of those blessed guys,Who cherished for some pebbles and got some rich almonds,

With the blessings of the almighty I have fallen into the basket of diamonds..

I really don’t know how to thank my Dad,

But, I always want to be your loving lad..

 

 

I don’t know who I was in my last birth,

Nor I know whether I was a human or not,

But I only know one thing that I prayed to God to get himself as my dad..

 

 

I think God listened to my prayers in the last birth,

And he sent you for me to quench my thirst..

U made me understand how beautiful this life is,

And by blessing me u made me free from all the crises..

 

 

When In life, I was on one side of the river,

You always came flying and hugged me before I shiver..

I always wanted to become like you,

And I have started duplicating you in whatever you do..

 

 

I don’t know who the Almighty is,

But Dad, If u stand in front of me in a lotus posture,

Ur almighty for me..!!

 

 

I saw ur struggle from my Day 1,

Your workaholic nature motivates me to do something bigger,

And a particle of my imagination teases me to go further, and to press the trigger..

 

 

From Diwali Crackers to those Surprise gifts,

From those rides on your shoulders, to the late night bike rides..

Under the shadow of your tree,

Life now feels like the amusement parks Slides..!!!

 

 

I always mispronounced my name ‘Siddu’,

To which u gave a pet name as ‘Tutu’,

Nothing like sitting on your shoulders and traveling places,

As compared to a ride in a BMW with unknown faces..

 

 

God is very clever that he din’t make people like him any more,

Coz he knew that too many peacemakers will not allow people to roar..

Which indirectly will disturb the balance of the nature,

Which will prevent all the Wars as said by my teacher..

 

 

When I hug my dad, It feels heaven to me..

All my worries are dispersed and positive vibrations flows towards me..

Oh God, I want you as my dad in all my births or else take my life from the cycle of births and deaths and free me..

 

 

I am very lucky as to be born as your child,

Like helping a man to cross the road who is blind..

 

 

These 22yrs of my life I owe to you..

And I promise that till my last breathe I will never leave you..!!!

 

 

 

To my Dad,

 

Siddu..

 

30th Nov 2010

 

“Tyaag”

Kaagaz ke tukde mujhse kahe,

Kya hai woh jo tu pana chahta hai??

Maine kaha Khushi, Pyaar aur Safalta..!

 

Murjhae hue patte mujhse kahe,

Kya hai woh jo tu dena chahta hai??

Maine kaha Khushiyaan..

 

Pehli baarish ki boonde mujhse kahe,

Kya hai woh jo tu karna chahta hai??

Maine kaha Achhe karm..

 

Toota hua Khwab mujhse kahe,

Kya hai woh jo tu dekhna chata hai??

Maine kaha aise Sapne jinhe main sach kar sakoon..

 

Fir maine inse kaha,

ki kya kami reh gayi aap sab me,

Jo aap nakaam hue??

 

Kaagaz ke tukdo ne kaha,

Logo ko khushi dete-dete hum phat gaye..

Murjhae hue patto ne kaha,

Logo ka pet bharte-bharte hum nasht ho gaye..

Baarish ke boondo ne kaha,

Logo ki pyaas bujhate-bujhate hum beh gaye..

Aur toote hue khwab ne kaha,

Logo ke sapne poore karte-karte hum toot gaye..

 

Jab prakruti kar sakti hai tyaag,

To kyun na hum kare??

Seekh le is Kudrat se jeena,

Tyaag se shuru karein..!!!!!

 

“Cutting Chai”

Jodti hai logo ko kuch kar dikhane me,

Ameeri, gareebi nahi dekhti yeh, dekhti hai to sirf lagann usko pane me,

Pikar ho jate hain khushh Bhanti-bhanti ke log..

Aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai’..

 

From a Pan wala to a CEO,

from a Minister to an Actor,

Every one sips it everday,

including a farmer on the Tractor..

Aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai’

 

The ingredients include the same ones from generations,

Chai patti, milk and sugar with some water,

Even a kasai haves it after a Slaughter..

Aise hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai’

 

On each and every Occasion,

in the Office or on a Vacation,

One needs it at different hours in a day,

Starting from Sunday to Monday..

Aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai.’

 

Budding Engineers need it every hour to keep them awake before their semesters,

Commerce students need it to be awake only to mark the important answers,

Sometimes some people don’t afford even a cutting chai,

And some people after sipping it go ‘high.’

Aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai.’

 

Elaichi chai, Adrak wali chai or special chai,

One should always have it without asking why..

Being a non living thing, it has a power to unite people,

In the same way how it unites water, chai patti milk and sugar..

The 1st thing which we offer the ‘guests’ is Chai,

Because it has still maintained its Dignity mere bhai..

Aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai.’

 

Thake hue insaan ke liye ‘amrit’ hai chai,

Kuch logo ke liye, Ameeri ki thhat hai chai,

Madhoshi se hosh me lati hai yeh chai,

Insaan ko sahi rasta dikhati hai yeh chai..

Are aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai.’

 

Na dekhti hai yeh Mazhab, na dekhti hai yeh jaat paat,

Yeh kehna chahti hai logon se,Mat machao Utpaat..

Bas, bas karo yeh ladayi,

Nahi dekhna chahte hum insaano ko bante kasai,

Ek pyaar bhara pyala pe le mere bhai,

Aisi hai hamari ‘Cutting Chai.’

 

Siddesh Vojhala

20th November, Mumbai..!

“Rich women”

I saw a poor women on a traffic signal through my helmet on
a roadside,
She was lying on the road and was playing with her
child with pride..

Laughing, making faces and was trying to cheer her child,
Was completely lost in the divine love on the roadside!!

By watching them for full 2 mins I realized how important love is,
Some get it, some have in abundance and some die before getting it..

By forgetting the world around her, honking horns, walking people and the pollution,
She was altogether in a different world
with a vision!!!

Wearing a Sari to cover the body and a small cloth for her kid to cover the buttocks,
I was amazed by watching the
unconditional love through the horns of the bullocks..!!

I clearly understood what God wanted me to understand,
And by offering my tiffin to the family I think I did justice to his plan..!!!

Those two minutes of my life were most beautiful..
And I thank God from the bottom of my heart for making the moments fruitful..!!!

By watching them I understood how Rich the women was,
And got a lesson that love is the only wealth that can’t be lost..!!!

Inorbit signal,
Malad link road,
Malad (w).

Siddesh Vojhala..!

“Shram”- my first poem..!!

Na koi bandha tha, na koi saathi tha,
koi na uski sunta
tha,
Woh nanha farishta akela tha..

Mehnat karte karte woh bhul
gaya parivaar,
Lakshya ka junoon tha, Shram se karta tha pyaar..

Bharosa tha use apne shram se,
Khuda se,
aur apne aap se..

Safal hone ka junoon tha uspar savaar, Shram ki rukavto me use madat
karta tha uska yaar..

Uss yaar ki dastaan anokhi hai mere doston,
Kyunki woh na samajhta tha use apne Ghulam..

Shram ka paathh padane
wala woh ek hi tha uska yaar,
jisne use sikhaya jeevan jeene ka
saar..

Fir ek din ayi uski baari,
dikhadi apne paari,
aur nibhadi apni yaari..

Safalta ke kadam choomna tha uska lakshya,
Safal hote hi yaar na rok paya uske ashk..

Khuda bhi na cheen saka uske shram
ki pyaas,
kyunki woh jaan gaya tha kya hai shram ki mithaas..

Uss din baad usne dekha na mudkar peeche,
Kyunki woh Khuda hi tha,
Jo yaar ke roop me padha raha tha use Shram ka paathh…!!!

Siddesh Vojhala..!

Poems..!!

So as I am a new blogger, I will try my best to understand
the things around me and to make it worth reading. The most
beautiful part about the blog is the readers. Without a reader a
blog is like that biscuit packet I’n general stores, where there
are no buyers at all. So this place can surely help me to showcase
my talent and I can also boast about the “Super God” mode that i
have attained. I started writing poems from 2009. It was the same
usual night, where i was cleaning my cupboard(which I do
sometimes). Suddenly I found a paper. There was a song written on
it and when I went reading it, I came to know that it was my dad’s
handwriting. I read that full page. I couldn’t make out the tune or
the rhythm, but I was I’n love with the rhyme. So took a pen and
thought of giving it a chance. I wrote a poem keeping my friend I’n
my mind and how he helped me to face the struggles I’n those days.
And the product which cane after the effort was Soooper. Got
appreciation from the near and dear ones. This changed a perception
of many beings that I do have some talent and I can write. This
ignited a spark I’n me and I went on that path with a pen I’n one
hand and the thought process followed by 1.5kgs of confidence I’n
other hand. It’s so much fun to pen down what you think and what
you feel about everything around you. And it adds like a ‘Sone pe
Suhaga’ when you do it with a rhyme. Writing poems is Like learning
something from the nature and giving it back to it’s beings I’n the
form of a feeling. So here are some of my Creations which I love
them from the bottom of my soul.

My First Blog..!!

So finally finally i am here. It is indeed a great pleasure to write a blog. Super excited to post my day to day ‘vellapanti’ and at-least to convince my conscience that i am a bit intelligent. It was indeed a ‘purana sapna’ to have a blog, but never ever got that ‘khujli’ to have one in the last decade where i was busy completing my education and was fully lost in that boredom of books.

So now, as i have ample of time, can play around with. I call it a new life where i guess my age is 1. So i will start all again with that childishness and that ‘bachha buddhi.’