रास्तो के कायल

                                   रहनुमा उनको मिलें

जिन्हे मंज़िले दरकार हों

हम रास्तो के कायल हैँ

हमको कहाँ ले जाइएगा?

पेड़ो, पंछियो, नदियों की 

आज़ादी से मुतासिर हैं हम  

रसमों रवाज़ों की जंज़ीर से

हमें  कैसे  बाँध पाइएगा?

दोस्ती से, प्यार से, कुछ मीठे

बोल चाल से, हम बिके बेभाव.

ताकत, दौलत के  ज़ोर पे 

हमको न खरीद पाइएगा 

कभी आ मिलो इन रास्तो पे

जहाँ लाख कहानियाँ बनती हैँ

मंज़िलो पे हमें ना ढूँढिये 

कहीं राह पे टकराइएगा 

और रहनुमा उनको मिलें 

जिन्हे मंज़िले दरकार हों

हम रास्तो के कायल हैँ

हमको कहाँ ले जाइएगा?

Happy Place

Pristine beach, turquoise waters, white sand, gentle cradling waves, calming breeze and warming Sun, all that on west side of the island.

Rocky shoreline, deep blue waters, jagged volcanic rock, waves roaring as they crash on the rocks, gusty wind and toasty rays from the Sun, that was the east side.

This is the small island of Aruba. And as any native will proudly call, "one happy island"

The contrast between the two coasts of the island just with 2 to 1 mile between the two coasts is amazing. However, if you ask me which is the better coast, I will not be able to decide. Both had their own charm, their own beauty, their own personality and the land between them binds the two ends with a perfectly harmonious balance.

In the short span of 3 days, I was lucky to enjoy both shores and the contrast. Be it calming walks in the wet, soft sand at the beach on the west shore or adrenaline pumping UTV ride on the rocky terrain of the east, they both were amazingly unique and breathtaking.

Witnessing the evening sun hastily moving to set behind the sea on the west coast in the evening. 

Followed by next morning waiting patiently under the light house, for a reluctant sun to lazily wakeup after last night's slumber from the east.

The food and the hospitality offered by the locals. The laughs and the comradery shared by friends and coworkers. All that and more in those 3 days. I and my partner in all crimes (and good deeds) vowed to return. To soak more in the goodness that the One Happy Island offers.

The beauty, the contrast between the personalities of the coasts, the serenity of morning and the celebrations of evening that it offers, makes me feel that my experience in Aruba is truly what life is about. Respecting the diversity, accepting the differences and offering the bridge between the extremes that the small island of Aruba does to harmonize the opposite characteristics of its two shores. That, in my opinion is the reason why this is called "One Happy Island"

What do you think?

 

Caterpillar Story

He was moving slowly from one end of the leaf to the other, consuming the green goodness while he moved. Life seemed so good. He was happy at the food at his disposal, the tree had an unlimited supply of leaves. The sun filtering through the leaves was warming his back and the breeze was cradling him on the leaf to a gentle slumber. Life indeed is good he felt.

Few days of good life, and he grew significantly in size, and started feeling somewhat uneasy on the move and something was happening to his body. The leaves didn’t taste as good the crawl from one end to another appeared monotonous. He wanted to run faster, but he had to limit himself to slow crawl. Many leaves that he had enjoyed around him were looking ugly due to the large holes where he had eaten them.

While he was trying to walk faster, during those days he started developing this webby layer around him. As if a giant spider is trying to consume him in its woven prison. The layer consumed him very fast, and he was imprisoned. He wanted to break free, but he could not. He felt lost, suffocated, missing the glimpse of Sun light and the green of the leaves. He couldn’t even feel the breeze on his back anymore because he was encased in the thick shell that was all around him. I need to break free. He cried. I need some help; please someone; free me from this menacing prison. He screamed and he was sure that he was heard, but there was no help anywhere. He was trying to push himself out of the shell that has encased him.

Every waking hour he will push the shell and no avail, he will get tired and sleep and then wake up only to push again. He could feel his tiny feet getting stretched due to continuous pushing. His back was hurting and feeling funny with all the scratching and pushing against the walls. He was feeling certain that it is cruel joke that fate has played on him, and he is going to die of suffocation in this shell that surrounds him. He couldn’t count how long ago this confinement and torture had started for him. He did miss the days of freedom crawling over lush green leaves and nibbling on them to feed himself. He did miss the light and the air.

Then one day when he had given up all hope, the prison walls moved. His push and his prayers had cracked a small side of the wall. He started hitting hard with his stretched legs while pushing with his, now so soft back. The shell walls finally seemed to be giving way to his effort. He kept on pushing with all his might. Please help me he screamed to quicken the process. He knew there were a few outside that shell who could help him in his misery, but no one came to his rescue. He painfully learnt that he was all by himself to push through. He cried and he got angry but didn’t stop pushing, and then the shell cracked open fully, he wanted to crawl out. But he learnt that he was not a caterpillar anymore to crawl. He was a butterfly with agile legs and beautiful wings. He could fly now. Fly to any tree and any flower he wished. The sun felt warmer and the breeze more pleasant than ever.

The torture of the caterpillar in confinement was only to make him a beautiful butterfly, to totally transform him to his higher self.

No caterpillar in confinement and being suffocated should remember this story and know that the confinement is just for the sake of transformation. Because if someone remembers and stop pushing and trying to be free of that confinement then the transformation into butterfly will never happen.

Such is the nature. Such is the will of God.

And this is not just the story of a caterpillar.

  

उलझी पतंग

 This past weekend I went with my kids for a kite flying festival. While we were enjoying the kites that floated in the air, I just saw some unfortunate ones stuck in the trees. Felt like they needed someone to tell their story and I wrote the lines below. As all kites are made with the purpose to fly and not to be stuck. Hope you like the thought…..

है पतंग, मांझे से बंध कर

उड़ने को ही निकली थी

बादल पंछी खुली हवा को

छूने को ही निकली थी

पर जब कहीं झोंके से टकरा 

पेड़ के काँटों में उलझी तो

उड़ने के सपने टूट गए हैँ 

उस सच को जब समझी तो

हसरत से आसमां को देख

लब से एक सिसकी निकली तो

मांझे ने भी सुनी नहीं

उड़ती पतंगे आसमां में

आठखेलिया करती रही

उलझी पतंग काँटों में से

सिसकियाँ भरती रही

आपस में एक दूसरे की

बात भी ना सुन पाई

दोनों में दुरी का होना

किस्मत का ही खेल हुआ

कौन गलत तो कौन सही

यह मुद्दा ही बे मेल हुआ

किस्मत बदलेंगी तो हवा

थोड़ा रुख बदल भी लेगी

काँटों में उलझी डोरी

फिर एक बार  सुलझ भी लेगी

तब सपने के आसमां को 

एक छलांग में छू लेना

आज हो उलझी ले, कल उड़ना

उड़ के बादल तो सेहला देना

और अपनी उड़ती सखियों  के

पास जा के बस मुस्का देना

सांझे सपने की साँझ को

फिर एक बार जगा भी देना

और उड़ना खुले गगन में

वही  तुम्हारा गणतंव्य हैँ 

Slow cooked Delicacy , is it worth?

 This is a borrowed thought. I was discussing with my brother some topics and he gave this analogy of slow cooked food in relation to patience. I have tried to take the cue and build on that thought along with a question. 

Please read and let me know if you ever ponder upon such questions? And if yes then what is your answer?

You are hungry and want to eat something nice quickly. But one of your parents is cooking something. Be patient they say, this is a recipe you will love when ready, but you have to wait. How long? You ask impatiently.

As long as it takes is the answer you hear.

And then after all the waiting and getting upset and hunger and impatience increasing, the Dish is served in a platter for you. It looks great and it smells great, you take a bite, and it tastes like a bite of heaven. You look at your parent who served you the Dish and do a nod of gratitude. The parent nods back with a smile. posing an unsaid question. So, it was worth the wait, right? You respond using a smile on your face, that says yes.

 Life is like that, sometimes. You are in a fix and need a solution, but almighty is preparing that perfect solution for you. You get impatient and edgy. Trying to come to terms with the reason for the wait and prolonging of the pain. 

You try some simple 'snacks" to help your hunger which are harshly

snatched away from your hands, even the nuts that you had saved and stashed in your coat pockets are taken away from you. And when you feel almost certain that there might be nothing for you, an awesome solution is delivered, from almost nowhere. And you look up, nod a thanks to God. An acknowledging smile is felt in your heart.

 I’ve seen this happen to me sometimes and also to people around me so many times.

 But every time you are impatient of hunger and waiting for your parents to finish the slow cooked delicacy for you, the wait is never easy. On such days few thoughts cross mind,

• What if one loses appetite while waiting for the dish to be ready?
• What if the parent gets unhappy with persistent asking and stops cooking and let you stay hungry?
• What if one is completely consumed by hunger and perishes before the slow cooked dish is even ready?

 I don’t know the answer, but I do know the feeling. Also, I know the pain of anticipation while waiting. And I always tell that a parent or almighty will never fail their children, will they?

 And that hope sustains everything. 

 And that anticipation of the miracle is what keeps you, isn't it?

From Back of My Notebook - 8

 

Many months since I last looked at the back of my notebook, and loosely scribbled items when I sew them together, it gave me the below thoughts on success and failure, see if you agree and share what you think…

On Failure

·         Failure is a lonely place

·         Still, you are not alone, your shame stays with you in failure

·         Invite courage to that spot and you can start moving away from failure

·         Do leave the failure there when you move, else it will keep on haunting you

·         But do remember to carry the lesson with you when you move

·         Lesson may be hidden somewhere so you will need to look for it with keen eye

 

On Success

·         Success attracts company

·         Still, you may be lonely as arrogance may born with success 

·         Invite humility there and you can start being not lonely in success

·         Throw the arrogance away when you start embracing humility, it may try to sneak back in

·         Do remember to carry grace with you along with success and humility

·         Grace combined with Success and Humility makes a great team

Previously posted Notes form back of my notebook Below

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2013/03/back-of-my-notebook.html

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2014/10/morefrom-back-of-my-notebook.html

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2017/03/3rd-serving-from-back-of-my-notebook.html

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2017/12/4th-serving-from-back-of-my-notebook.html

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2018/03/a-5th-serving-from-back-of-my-notebook.html

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2020/09/6th-page-from-back-of-my-notebook.html

https://nuancesofbeing.blogspot.com/2021/09/from-back-of-my-notebook-7.html

तय है

बचपन से कई बार सुना है  "चिंता ताकि कीजिये, जो अनहोनी होय " बात अच्छी लगती थी, पर एक बात समझ नहीं आती, कि किस बात को अनहोनी कहें | तो मैंने सोचा क्यों ना एक फहरिस्त बनाये उन बातों की जो अनहोनी नहीं हैँ | बातें जो हमेशा होती है, बातें जो तय हैँ. आप भी सोचिये और बताईये कितनी ऐसी बातें हैँ जो आपकी नज़र में तय हैँ | फिर उनको होनी मान कर उनपे चिंता छोड़ देंगे | तो क्या तय है|

तय है 

इस मौसम का जाना तय है

उस मौसम का आना तय है

दुःख -सुख घूमें एक पहिये पे 

इक आना दूजा जाना तय है

सहरा की रेत का जलना तय है

दरिया की रेत का भीगना तय है

बुरा हो या बहुत ही बढ़िया

वक़्त का आखिर बीतना तय है

क्यों डरना हर एक कदम पे

कुछ रस्तोँ पे लड़खड़ना तय है

फितरत से है हसना या रोना (क्यों की)

गम और ख़ुशी तो आना-जाना तय है

लकीरों मेँ जो लिखा है होगा

फिर क्यों रोना गिड़गिड़ाना

पर हिम्मत से जो डटे रहें तो

लकीरें भी बदल जाना तय है

मौसम जाना आना तय है

वक़्त बदलते जाना तय है

दुःख सुख चलते रहना तय है 

लकीरें बदल भी जाना तय है 

और हाँ ,

उनका  बात बात पे रूठना और 

मेरा बातों बातों में मानना तय है