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Plus, Minus, Multiplication….. Disheveled hair, long beard, wrinkled face and frail body was his real posture  whom we dearly called Sirdard Chahcha. Sometime we used to sit around and request him to recite some of his creations and he happily recited his poetry in amazing way. Sometimes he passed his diary asking one of us to read loudly in the same manner the way he recited. Sirdard Chacha was like poet, writer for us although his poetry or whatever he composed were beyond our comprehension but whatever he recited we enjoyed them immensely. We neither saw him attending any Mushaira nor found his creations ever published in any magazines. On the contrary whenever we talked about his poetry to our elders they ridiculed his poetry and called him stupid, mad who had ruined himself because of his stupidity. We either found him sitting alone immersed in his diary or wandering alone outside. Even though we did not find him act differently notwithstanding people always called ...

Whys & Answers Why is level of love going down & hatred, animosities are coming up on each passing day ? Why the thought of social welfare is taking backseat & one often lurks in pulling others down? Why is selfishness, vested interests taking larger dimension around & one often thinks about oneself only ? Why all wrong doings are becoming integral part of one’s life consequently one is going down morally with the time? Why negativity is overcoming positivity? Have we completely been trapped by materialism? All the above whys existed all the time right from the inception of civilization and the basic reason of end of civilization have been these very Whys. Answers of all the above why are hidden in periphery of one’s own intellect which one neither tries to figure out nor tries to conquer over the things which cause of one’s own decay. Fact of the matter is ‘to have control’ is one of the the secrets of protecting either one’s own decay or avoiding im...

She………………..? She always looked lovely while expressing her feelings of happiness and sadness, by attiring and uttering simple and appropriate words while telling her experiences of relationship between   love and hatred, by putting in her emotions while depicting unsuccessful story of her affinity towards the person she perhaps loved. Sometimes her classic beauty reflected in her smile,tears welled up in her eyes and above all her enthusiasm to move foreword even after bearing ups and down and failures in achieving her aspiration. Sometimes she looked enjoying the life happily and sometimes she looked fed up with frustration in the journey of love and life. Sometimes she looked loving her surroundings very much on the other hand sometimes she looked blaming her surrounding for making her life hell. Sometimes her charm, beauty, love for life looked blossoming even after going through adverse circumstances. Sometimes she looked completely incomplete , unsatisfied and perhaps t...

‘Let me speak’ – Diary Tells I am your loving diary. Your darling, you keep close to yourself. Whenever you find yourself lonely you pen down your feeling , experiences , happy as well as sad moments of your life. When you run your pen upon me it titillates me immensely I don’t care what medium/ language you opt that time. Only one thing I do I enjoy them because I was made for it. I reach in almost every home but hardly anyone utilizes me the way you use me. I am known for privacy and secrecy but I get upset when you put me in public domain. Instead of entertaining my privacy in fact you made me free for all where everyone opens me shamelessly, turning over the pages and then quit. I am known for privacy and secrecy so I   get upset and concerned about saving my sanctity. I am a sleepy kind of creature but sometimes when I wake up I observe the activity of people who peep into my privacy regularly. I look at their facial expression, comments and gestures by laying silen...

Confession - A page of Diary Dear Sehar, I don’t know whether u are angry or not but I have been carrying a sort of burden since long, a burden of maligning u, tarnishing ur image by proving myself right and giving u a name of treacherous. I had had a perception, a perception that I always love u and in return I got indifferent attitude, treachery and hatred. I admit that I also hurt u immensely by fabricating stories wherein I highlighted your treachery, hate and selfishness. Sehar, believe me I was very much   dejected at that moment. I thought that u willingly denied my love thereby hurt my sentiments but now I realize that circumstances and time sometimes compel a person to take the steps which one never wants. Treachery for me had become a synonym of ur name. I don’t know whether u liked or played with my feelings but I had   had special feeling about u in my heart. In this period I have also been not left untouched but fond myself being ridiculed on many occa...