Ye jo ladkiyaan hein…..

On girls (in Hindi)

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Ye jo ladkiyan hein na ;

Mere gulistaan me mahkati gulon ki aab hein.

Jab hoti he mere aaspaas;

Mahsoos hota he hazaaron udti titliyaan hein.

Aaj paas nahi mere,numayaan har su jaise tanhaaiyan hein.

Par gam nahi kyonki ,imtihaan ki majbooriyaan hein.

Inhe to bahut aage jaana he,khuli hui aasmaan ki khidkiyaan hein.

Parindon ki manind chachaana he;

Abhi to fakhta si kilkariyan hein.

Khula aasmaan bulata he bulandi chune ki khaatir,ye vo pariyan hein.

Mein jameen se dekhungi tumhaari har baar ki tarah udaane;

Har saal ki tarah mere dil ke hisse me ye sargoshiyaan hein.

Meri duaon ka leke sahaara,meri jaan !!

Khoob unchi udaane ho tumhaari,

Har pal choome tumhaare kadam ye jo kamyaabiyaan he.

Tumhaari tabssum se hi to he roshan jahaan saara;

Nargisi aankhon me basi kahati kal ki kahaanian hein.

Written by aruna sharma.

6.02.2016. . 2.16.at noon.

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Back in Action!

Welcome and Thanks for dropping into our blog, ‘The Wandering Squirrel’, where you are just going to find random stuff. Haha.

Just kidding.

We have just started a new ‘Computers‘ section where our head author Shail Shah will introduce you to some cool and techy tricks. *Geek alert!*

The old ‘Random Days‘ Section however is totally random, managed by Shivani Sharma. You might not wanna go there if you really want to make good use of your time. Haha. *Like, seriously!*

The blog was previously named ‘The sleeping Squirrel’ when it went down but is back in action again, starting today on wards.

Thanks for dropping in again!

Warm Regards,

The Wandering Squirrel.

The judging ‘morons’ !!

So this morning, I was walking towards my class, with books in my hand (Forget the ‘s’ after book. Apologies.), minding my own business when upon entering the class, I overheard two chics gossiping about our new mentor.

Oh Yeah! I forgot to introduce her. Sisters and Oh-Well, all the hot studs out there and not-so-hot but still nice guys! My mentor, Miss Dikshit, is basically a UK-returned phenomenon and there can’t exist a nicer person than her. I mean it’s physically not possible to retain such a nice soul after so many years of kicking through the life. People usually give up and take on the bad side but she didn’t. And Oh! what a lady she is!! A perfect combo of beauty, personality, mind and skills. Definitely an ‘eye-catcher’ for the regular absentees of our classes.

Anyways this article isn’t exactly about her. Let me continue my story. Now the girls around here couldn’t help but go on and on about what a big slut she is. The early morning gossips were all about this only. Reasons included her foreign-return’ness’ , her high level of interaction with male students and teachers, her brit accent and Ehh! what not! Like the way she ties her hairs!! (Can you believe that??) Now that made me wonder how can so random a factor define the slut’ness’ hidden behind a woman. 

Just because the lady is a foreign return doesn’t mean she sleeps with random guys. Or that if she likes to interact with males doesn’t mean she is a whore. That only means you little misses have got a very very sick mentality!! Infact, now when I come to think of it, around 75% of the people in every society are like that. 

Seen a girl having a drink (only if she’s just trying it), a SPOILED BRAT!! Seen a girl in open hairs, oh look she’s trying to impress guys!! Seen someone buying holiday tickets, must be heading out with his fresh affair!! 

Seriously guys??!!!!

Is it any of your business what the other person is doing in his or her life? If someone is doing something with their life that in your eyes is bad, you’ll question their life-style? 

Moreover, the truth is, you sadist judging ‘morons’, that it is totally none of your business to standardize the basics of do’s and don’t ‘s for other people. PEOPLE DO WHAT THEY LIKE!! Also, PEOPLE DO ALL THAT TO LIVE LIFE COMFORTABLY IN THEIR OWN WAYS!! You can not (and should not) determine that how you’re living your life should be the way that other live it too. You’re not GOD, you see.

Such people make me wonder how can they live with such a blindfolded perspective of life. Why is there an essential need for judgement in minds of people when they can live their lives without any burden of making a judgement? 

Bird

 

Does that bird ever

chirp, chirp, chirp?

& How does down the way sun

slip, slip, slip?

Down the mountains and the trees!

Following the unsung homely breeze.

And here the rain drops on the leaves

Aren’t they gonna

drip, drip, drip?

Now how is that sparrow gonna fly!!

It got no dry

wings, wings, wings.

See the evening sun

melting down the sky.

Now the lake’s turning stun,

How long would it be before the bird shall fly?

Soon the night will be all black

and stars, thy stars shall

shine, shine, shine.

Oh! How that allures the bird!

Moon steps in at third.

catching the gaze of the birdie’s eyes.

How can something look so divine?

Wonders the birdie and thee shall sigh!

Feasting upon the melodic night,

How long would it take the birdie to realize

 

Shit Happens!!

Look back at your life and think how many times you were like ‘Shit man!!’ . You know what you really cant count all those times when you were in deep shit. Its countless ..

There are times when you are in deep trouble… depression and frustration haunting you all the time and you wish if there was someone who could bring you out of all this trauma. You keep looking at your ceiling  with no thoughts in mind. You become directionless, pointless & worthless. Some times you just want to sit alone and let the heart cry out , though for no specific reason or no reason at all. It relaxes you a little. But then slowly slowly. even this method of relaxing stops working and you are again like SHIT Mann!!! you get addicted to your loneliness. You don’t realise it then but you start loving the pain.

But eventually the day comes when that SOMEONE knocks the gate of your thoughts. And Hola!! your life begins to change. It starts getting better and the best. Happy and joyful stuff start taking place so much that now you hardly have any time to worry or think. But then (yet again) you feel that something is wrong :X Yes! you then realise that you’ve become so addicted to being lone and in pain that now even being happy doesnt seem like a good idea to you. You crave for the pain, you hell wish for it. and you
(yet again)  are like SHIT mann!!

So you see.. Shit Happens! It really does!

Till the day I find my life to be borrowed

I am writing this note

to my life till the day

I find if it was really borrowed,

for sure I’m gonna hide my sorrow

if I find it to be really borrowed,

I want to go away for a while,

To try to keep my feelings at bay,

But I know deep in my heart,

That life just doesn’t work that way.

My heard bursts in pain

when those maniacs get on my nerves,

Ahh! I know now. Pleasure is not

what life always serves.

There are pains & sorrows

and sorrows & pain,

which always try to

drive me insane.

“Get me out of here!” This is what I always say when am tired of living this way,

I bow my head in dismay,

And wait patiently for another day,

But it seems the other day, is no better than yesterday.

It turns out to be the same,

Oh life!, I don’t wanna play this game.. ever again.