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मेरे शब्दों के तीर

तुम्हारी बातों के खंजर

चलते ही रहे,

प्यार का वक़्त कहाँ
हम झगड़ों में जो
 मशरुफ़ रहे,

किसी पंडित ने कहा ज़रूर था

- अच्छी निभेगी इनकी।

Reality, Fiction.

I have been writing off and on since quite some time now but its only recently that I've started reading some random blogs and exploring the bloggers' communities. Since my area of interest is mostly limited to life, relationships, society, feminism etc, I read blogs only from a certain category of bloggers.

One thing I couldn't help but notice that almost all of them wrote the beauty of relationships within marriage, love and family. Only Society and Ex lovers traveled the other dimension of emotions - hatred, disappointment, struggle etc. And, I wondered are their lives so positive and pleasant that they never ever happened to experience, watch or even imagine that there could be another side to these writings?

I mean think of a couple hating each other to the core. There is nothing common between them except ego and stubbornness. Still at times, they tend to love each other in a way and for reasons that make them stay together willingly.

Or a child, who hated his parents all his life because they made him pursue their area of interest instead of his own. Parents who always focused on money even when it came to marrying someone he loved. Society & show off mattered to them more than their own children.

Also, having siblings who only expect favors from your side. They are selfish and take your struggle in life for granted. They don't care about your emotions regarding things and persons you love in your own life.

Isn't every family different? For example, I understand mothers are our goddesses. However, did we really never come across someone, a milder version of Indrani Mukherjee?
Cruel father, cunning friends or mean siblings, anyone?

Come on, we are not living in Satyug, are we? I so wish we were, but alas!

Then where are the other truths of life? Why only the gold plated, perfume dipped and sugar coated articles? Why is everybody trying to pretend good instead of being honest?

I accept my sample size is small but even then, even with/around those highly skilled personal-bloggers, is everything so pleasantly perfect?
Really??

पन्ने

कई डायरियाँ यूहीं भर गयीं
तुम्हे याद करते हुये
और भुलाने की कोशिश में ।

किसी पन्ने पर तुम खुद भी आ जाते
दो-चार शब्द तो साथ चलते ।

Trip to HK - the rest of it

"What time is it? I am hungry  :-| "

"2:20.....  AM !!!"

"Really? How long we've been sleeping? I don't think we'll get anything to eat at this time."

"Lets just have our carry-on snacks and try to sleep back. "

"Yeah."

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"Shopping will be the first thing in our to-do list. ok?"

"Do I have an option?" :P

Nope, I am not a shopaholic. Same is the case with my husband. Actually the set up of our Hotel was to set the guests up! It was interconnected to one of the most sought after shopping malls in HK.

However, we ended up doing just window shopping. Well.... most of the time!

We were there for a week. So, I will only do the highlights.

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##  In search of Indian food, we roamed around street markets. We came across small temporarily built shops, roadside set up, bargaining ladies, car stuck in a narrow road :P... almost everything that you will see in any small Indian town.

We even saw two elderly couples, probably retired, playing something like carom in one of the shops during off peak afternoon hours :-).
Well, life isn't all about money and machines!

##  My b'day was one of the highlights of course ;). It was in the middle of the week. Cake, dressing up and then candle light dinner. Yeah, getting outing-ready is actually a task for me. I am one of those ladies, who find face-cream + lip-balm enough for most of their outings. My make up kit opens up only on special occasions. Yeah, call me lazy! I am too much of that to even mind it :P.

A pleasant surprise was the door bell that afternoon. I opened the door and there was this guy(school going type) with a tray. Also, handed me a hand written b'day wishes card from the Manager. 

"Happy birthday Ma'am! This is from the Hotel. Enjoy your special day :-)"

"Hey wait, how did you know it was my birthday? I dont remember mentioning my DoB anywhere."

"We have our special secret ways, Ma'am". He said, smiling at my puzzled face.

"Sure, you do :-). Thanks a lot ."

It must be my passport. Wow, they actually go through those IDs we submit.

##  Next day was Diwali. Our own much cerebrated Hindu festival. This year it was only about having Indian food for a three course dinner.

##  Up next was visiting Tian Tan Buddha. I am not my religious self since quite some time now but Art is still in my list. The statue on the top of the hill and the way to reach there were fascinating enough to go.

We opted for crystal cable car, transparent thoroughly.The hint of acrophobia in me scared the both of us initially. But we held up. The ride was breathtakingly beautiful.

##  We also covered botanical garden which was equally zoological. Among many other species, red Flamingos were worth a click.

##  Next on list was tram to Victoria Peak, the highest point of Hong Kong.
So, this was a 20-25 mins angular tram ride through the city and dropped you at a place, whence you would go to the peak.
For me, that tram ride was an experience of another world. You just shouldn't  miss this thing while in HK. We were so thrilled that we realized afterwards there were no photos clicked from tram. Believe me, its that amazing!!

And, then came the day we left for airport.

Hong Kong is one beautiful place with beautiful people inside out..

विचरण

दिल की सतहों में रहते हो

मन की परतों में बसते हो

तुम दर्द से गहरे उतरे हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो

आँखों में हरदम मंज़र से

टापू के चहुँओर समंदर से

हर बात में तुम्ही निकलते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो। 

यादें सारी उजली मैली 

रिश्तों की वो भाषा शैली

तुम अब भी मुझसे कहते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो। 

स्पर्श तुम्हारा है मन पर

संघर्ष तुम्हारा जीवन पर

साँसों में दिए से जलते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो। 

हर धूप छाँव के मौकों में 

हर वक्त हवा के झोंकों में 

आँगन में रोज़ विचरते हो

नस नस में जैसे बहते हो।