आजकल

On By Nishant GangIn Hindi Poem, Issues, Message, Poem, poetry, Psychological, Sad, Thinking, Today4 Comments

Somewhere down the line humans failed humanity.

 

 

यार क्या हो गया है हममे?
तेहज़ीब कहा गई हमारी?
शर्म आती है ऑनलाइन आने में,
सोच इतनी घिनौनी होगयी है हमारी.

आज जहा पूरा देश, पूरी दुनिया
अच्छा बनाने की कोशिश कर रही है,
घिन आती है जब पढता हूँ सुर्खिया,
इतनी घटिया सोच कहा से जन्म रही है?

सोच से ही सच होता है,
गन्दी सोच गन्दा कल लाएगी.
सिवाई अफ़सोस के अब कुछ नहीं होता है,
नजाने नई सोच कब आएगी?

कुछ कहना चाहता हूँ,
उन सब से जो मुझे सुन रही  है.
फ़िलहाल आप सबसे माफ़ी मांगना चाहता हूँ,
गलत आप नहीं, यह सोच है. इस सोच को बदलना बहुत जरुरी है.

एक अनजान शहर

On By Nishant GangIn Citylife, Hindi Poem, Love, poetry6 Comments

 

एक अनजान शहर मुझे अपना सा लगने लगा है,
पता नहीं क्यों, पर अपनी मंज़िल सा लगने लगा है.
अरे अभी तो आया था में यहाँ,
पर अब तो दिल भी यही का होने लगा है.

इस शहर ने बहुत प्यार दिया,
एक नया जीवन सा दिया,
दोस्तों के नाम पे एक परिवार सा दिया,
एक अजनबी को अपना नाम दिया.

यहाँ इतिहास भी है और भविष्य भी,
प्यार भी है और नफरत भी.
रफ़्तार है और ठराव भी,
दिन में रात और रात में दिन भी.

दिल का है यह शहर,
दिल से ही प्यार होता है.
इसकी हवा में अलग सी है लेहेर,
यहाँ कुछ तो अलग सा बस्ता है.

एक अनजान शहर अब जाना पहचाना सा लगता है,
अरे अभी तो आया था में यहाँ,
यहाँ समय का पता भी नहीं लगता है.
यह वह शहर है जो बात कर सकता है.

Subtle Stories: Need Vs. Want

On By Nishant GangIn Desire, Life, Need, Short Story, Want4 Comments

“I have what I need but not what I want.

I = You.”

Part 1: It was the summer of 2017, I was doing an internship at this firm. First time away from my friends and family, I was all alone in this beautiful city. It was daunting at first but kept getting easier as time progressed.

So, What I needed was Courage and What I wanted was Company.

I found Courage and not Company and somehow it worked out quite well. Till date that city holds a pivotal point in my story as it left a huge impression on me and my character. I went there as a boy and came out as this independent man. I Love You, Pune.

Part 2: Let’s skip 6 months into the future, it was placement season in my college. Only 5-10 core industries from my domain decided to show up with various profile. This news created havoc in the minds of soon to be Graduates.

Again, What I needed was Calmness and What I wanted was an easy way out.

I was visited by calmness and in all the companies I sat for, I did good. In the end I chose to be in the firm I am today, rejecting another great company. My want was attained by what I needed.

Part 3: They say you rarely find friends in the corporate world. It’s all so competitive and harsh. I was separated from all my dear ones as I was the only one from Mechanical Engineering and rest all were from the IT sector. After 4 years of companionship, I was alone… really alone.

I needed to stay positive but I wanted Friends.

Life never takes more than what it can give. I lost my friends in the process due to distance and choices but that didn’t stop me from being me. I stayed positive, played the good guy and gradually, in lieu of 4 I was blessed with 6 amazingly supportive and caring friends who also happen to be my colleagues. I say this because they were there when I needed them. A friend in need is a friend indeed, right?

So, if I summarize, I can safely say that we always get what we need and that eventually gets us what we want. So, be happy with what you get because it is what you actually want.

I wish you get what you need, soon.

Have a nice day and please share this with as many as you can. Who knows, maybe someone needs to read this…

~Nishant from The Poet and the Pen

Long ago

On By Nishant GangIn dream, Irony, Life, Memory, Opening Up, Poem, poetry, thoughtsLeave a comment

I never wanted to be this,

Just another brick in the wall.

Untoward life, made me

Take steps I don’t even recall.

I dream of suits and ties now,

But once all I wanted was a cape.

Smile came easily somehow,

Lesser we know, lesser we fake.

As a learned I am well in doubt,

But in my adolescence I new I could

Save the world and bring her about,

Long ago before I really understood.

~I was a Superhero, not to others but to myself.

Subtle Stories: Rain

On By Nishant GangIn Coincidence, Fate, Love, poetry, Short Story2 Comments

It was drizzling and cold winds made the scene just perfect. I was at my friend’s place having a beer and standing on the balcony. My eyes were closed and my face had a smile for I was enjoying a moment in peace.

*Doorbell Rang*

Vivek: Hey, Rushad! Can you get the door please?

*Hi, I am Rushad btw!*

As I opened the door, I met you. You were this beautiful person who had an irritated face. Your hair was wet due to the Rain. You came inside the house and asked me, “Umm… I am sorry, Are you Vivek? I am here to deliver this home made gift basket which was ordered by Vivek Tripathi, House No. 33, Pear Society”

No, I am his Friend. Hi! Vivek is inside. Can I get you anything? Maybe a Towel and a hot cup of coffee, you are completely drenched.

“No, it’s fine thanks.”, You said just before your funny little mind decided to take up on that offer when you saw the rain falling heavily from the balcony.

“On second thoughts… Coffee sounds good, if you don’t mind.”

I still remember that innocent smile of yours.

Vivek was stuck in some meeting which he was attending through Skype so I decided to pay for the Gift basket he had ordered. By this time the rain was pouring down so heavily that there was no way you could have driven a scooty. Keeping in mind your personal space, I decided to make you coffee and stand in the Balcony while you were sitting in the living room chair, overlooking the balcony.

*Confinement makes you talkative, doesn’t it?*

“So… You are?”

I am Rushad, Vivek’s friend who is also stuck due to rain. (Smiles on both sides due to “also”)

*I will never forget the conversation we had after that*

“You know… Rain is like so weird, while falling it looks amazing but once it mixes with the mud of our cities, Yuck! And for people in their homes looking from the balcony it’s so pretty (I laughed softly as I was one of them) and for those who have to roam around the city to earn a living it’s kindly tacky (She laughed softly as she was one of them).”

You make gift baskets? Or, do you work for some company that delivers online ordered stuff, like Flipkart or Amazon?

“So basically, I have a small shop in the city where I make these gift baskets. People can either buy them from there or order online. Usually I have a few people to help me out with the deliveries but thanks to Rain I had to come all the way here to deliver this package.”

You could have come tomorrow as well, why today in the rain?

“I am very passionate and professional about my Business and on date delivery is vital to it.”

*The way you spoke about your work reflected your love for it. You were so zealous and driven. I loved that quality of yours.*

“What about you?”

I am an Engineer, one of many, who came here to catch up with an old buddy before leaving the city. You see very soon I will be going to another place and start off again and this Vivek is my best friend in the world so I decided to spend some time with him before I leave.

“Oh, I see. Happy?”

Oh yeah, very. I like change and I wanted this particular one a lot. I am giving up my career in the corporate world to Pursue a career in travelling and writing. I love doing both.

“Woah! That requires a lot of guts and dedication.”

I guess so.

*Then something happened, I never thought would.*

“Wait… Rushad, right?… Are you Rushad Roy of Transient Writings?”

Yes.

“Oh my god! I am so addicted to your site. I never thought I’ll get to meet you.”

Haha, thanks but it’s nothing. I just write some lines along with a few pictures that I click.

“Okay to you it may just be a site but for many like me it is a page where we find happiness, meaning, fun and tbh a little bit of Jealousy from your amazing travel pictures.”

Well, it is always amazing to hear such words from someone else about my work.

*Vivek walked into the living room.*

Vivek: Oh hey, is this the Gift Basket?

“Yes.”

Vivek: Great timing yaar. I ordered it for this amazingly stupid brother of mine, Rushad.

What?

Vivek: Yes, this is your going away gift you idiot. I will not miss you at all and I really won’t miss travelling with you.

*Vivek had tears in his eyes for you see we have been in touch for over 16 years now and it was difficult to process this change*

I will miss you a lot brother and Thank You for such a wonderful gift. I love it.

*We hugged each other and shared a moment of brotherhood.*

I guess I should also thank you… Oh dear, How stupid of me, I didn’t even ask your name. Miss?

“Maanvi”

Thank you Maanvi.

*Rain, I have always failed to understand Rain. I stopped just at that very moment.*

Both You and I decided to start for our respective destinations but thanks to Rain, Uber and Ola were of no use.

“So… if you are looking for a ride, can I drop Mr. Rushad Roy to the Metro?”

Umm.. If it is not too much trouble, sure.

*7 Years into the future, date: 30-Aug-2027.*

A letter came to our doorstep. It said:

“We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to Harvard School of Business as a guest lecturer on Entrepreneurship.

We would be honoured if You (Maanvi Roy) would accept this invitation.

Looking forward to hearing from you.“

I placed that letter into a gift basket I tried to make and came running to you, Maanvi.

I remember how we met and I am forever grateful to that day’s Rain for bringing you in my life.

तू आबाद है

On By Nishant GangIn Blessed, Hindi Poem, Life, poetry, Situations2 Comments

Life is not ideal. Every aspect of life screams that fact. So it’s better if we understand this fact and face the reality.

We all have this tendency to daydream, live in our own crafted world where we are ever innocent and everything else is flawed. Wake up people, that’s not true.

And do you know the sad part about all this?

Even after we realise that we are doomed, we are stuck in this unfair game of life, we forget that we are perhaps the luckiest of the bunch.

If you feel this, feel what I am trying to say, you will get it.

You are lucky! I am lucky! We all are lucky!

Any thoughts?

 

 

अरे अगर सिर्फ सांस लेना ही जीना होता,
तो बेहोश को होश की जरुरत न थी.
और हर दिन अगर अच्छा होता,
तो फिर बात ही क्या थी.

पर ऐसा नहीं है.

पर ऐसा नहीं है और यही तो बात है,
अरे दुनिया भी दोगली है,
यहाँ दिन है तो वहा रात है.
इसीलिए समझ जाओ अब.

इसीलिए समझ जाओ अब, क्युकि समय बहुत ख़राब है,
यहाँ तो हसने के लिए भी चाहिए होती शराब है.
सब देख के भी अगर सपने में जीता है तू, तो तू बर्बाद है,
फिर भी नहीं जानता कि तू कितना आबाद है.

Take a call

On By Nishant GangIn Life, Memories, Moment, poetryLeave a comment

 

Memories outweigh moments,

For they stay and the latter passes.

There is always a component,

Which never advances.

For missing we always seek atonement,

At the mercy of chances,

And forget something very important,

Flow never seizes under any circumstances.

Thereby we set ourselves up for missing,

By letting go of what we should be receiving.

And soon one day everything will stop moving…

Either live while you can or simply keep wishing.

कुछ लोग

On By Nishant GangIn Absence, Care, Hindi Poem, Integrity, Love, poetry7 Comments

Caring has many forms.

 

 

उन्होंने सोचा यह संभाल नहीं पायेगा,
अकेला दर्द उठा नहीं पायेगा,
ज्यादा दूर चल नहीं पायेगा,
हार के वापिस यही आएगा.

आंसू उसके कमजोर लगे,
समझने वाले भी समझ न सके,
बिना कोई बात कहे,
चल दिए सब अपने रास्ते.

अरे वह तो उनमें से था जो सबको संभालता था,
रोके भी हार नहीं मानता था.
हमेशा अपनों का साथ देता था,
खुद बुरा बनके अपनों को समझा लेता था.

उसकी तो राह हमेशा से ही अलग थी,
जिसमें उसने खुद संघर्ष लिखी थी,
सच्चे दिल को समझ सके ऐसी किसकी समझ थी?
वह खुद था अपने साथ, उसे किसकी कमी थी?

वह रोया जरूर पर वापिस नहीं आया.
अपना रास्ता उसने फिरसे बनाया.
जब जब जरुरत पड़ी उसने दुसरो का समझाया,
और चलता रहा चुप चाप जैसे की कोई साया

Subtle Stories: I am Batman

On By Nishant GangIn Common Man, Heroes, poetry, Short StoryLeave a comment

A father smiled as his son imitated Batman and asked, Why do you love him so much?

S: Because he does what a hero can…, saving the world from evil’s touch.

F: And what about his loved ones? Are they okay with it?

S: They have to be, he does it for the greater good.

F: I hope you too see it, his loved ones did what they should.

(9 years later, the phone rang at 2 am. There was a major explosion in the city.)

F: Son, I must leave for duty awaits. Biggest crisis just came and I must be the first one through the gates. My men need me.

S: But why always you, father?, said the wet eyes, I don’t want you to go. I hope you realise.

F: Don’t weep for me son, I am doing this for you guys. I’ll be back again, just when the sun is in the sky.

S: From where do you find so much heart? And why can’t others do their part? Why should your family see your depart? Who are you father and how do you start?

F: I am Batman.