ek aur station...ek aur train

"... Jab aankhein khuli toh aisa laga ki jaise kuch galat sa hua hai...kuch galat sa ho raha hai....Jaise koi train chhoot rahee ho!!

Aankhein bharee hui thhi...shaayad....pata nahi...

Aur fir yaad aaye woh kissa...

What do I call the protagonist...Bunny??? Mowgli??? Baba???

Alright... so Bunny Bechara, in his dreams one night, speaks to God. God is showing Bunny the entire sequence of his (Bunny's) life...Metaphorically...Bunny's footprints are there wherever he went...and wherever Bunny goes...there is an extra set of footprints near his own.

Bunny: Whose footprints are these?

God: Those are mine. I was always beside you.

Bunny smiles, a li'l bemused, somewhat embarrassed and grateful bahut zyaada.

And then come those sequences when Bunny had the worst times of his life. In all those sequences, there was just one set of footprints.

Bunny: Why did you do that?

God: Do what?

Bunny: You left me whenever I needed you most.

God: Why?

Bunny: See, there is just one set of footprints during those worst times.

God: Those, my son, are mine...when I carried you in my arms :-)

Aankhein fir khuli...aisa laga jaise station naya thha...duur kahin se us announcer wali aunty ki aawaaz sunaayi di...ek aur train aa rahee hai....ek alag destination ke liye...

Aisa laga jaise ki yahi shaayad theek hai...Pocket mein dekha toh ticket pada hua tha... kya isee train mein chadhna tha mujhko...kahaan tak jaana hai mujhe....

Well as always...aankhein band karke wohi kia jo hamesha se kia...train ka intezaar :-)

Ek gaana background mein suna...Tu Bin bataaye, mujhe le chal kahin :-)... "

(C) Chala Denominator, Numerator Ban-ne

That priceless question

"... there I was, faced with the unenviable task of having to say a 'yes' or 'no', well, almost immediately.

If I said 'no', it would destroy my future as I had envisaged it to be... Those dreams would be over...finished...khatam...with that one word- 'No'.

If I said 'Yes', it would destroy the very essence of my life thus far!

I tried asking the intellect. It shut its doors and played deaf.

I sought suggestion, then, from the heart. It stood there- as a meek mute spectator.

I closed my eyes and did the only thing I had the power to do. I trusted God with my future uncertain, opened my eyes, and said.... 'No'..."

(C) Chala Denominator, Numerator Ban-ne

Ghalib...

Seems Ghalib is whispering into my ears again...
khudaayaa! jazba-e-dil ki magar taseer ulti hai...ke jitna kheenchta hoon aur khinchta jaaye hai, mujh se!!