An innocent smile…

One day few people came to see her, she was learning Time And Cost frome maths.

Which was followed by restriction on her school-going.
Also, Her pink bag was snatched from her.

Then
She got married off.

A 16 year old girl forcully turned into a woman.

An innocent smile
got buried under the vail
For…
Perhaps forever.

A pink bag still hanging on the bolt, yearning for a soulmate.
Her books got faded.
Perhaps she understood the Time and Cost better than anyone.

~ Keval Gohil
(Picture Credit: Sudhir Shetty)

में सालों से देखता आया हु

में सालों से देखता आया हु,

मेरे अब्बूको नमाज़ पठते हुए और मेरी माँ को पूजा करते हुए।

वह दोनों बचपनसे साथ रहे है
साथ बड़े हुए है
वह कॉलेजभी साथ ही में जाया करते थे
और शादी के बाद कई सालों से एक छत की निचे जी रहे है

ऐसा नहीं की वह कभी झगड़ते नहीं
ऐसा नहीं की उनके बिच कभी मनमुटाव नहीं होते।

मैंने देखा है माँ को सबके सामने अब्बूको डांटते हुए, और फिर शामको चार मिल दूर सब्जी मंडी जाकर, गाजर लाकर, अब्बुका पसन्दीदा हलवा बनाते हुए।

मैंने देखा है अब्बू को माँ पर हाथ उठाते, और फिर रातको तकिये तलें आंसू बहाते हुए

पर कभी उनके बिच की लड़ाइयोकी वजह उनका मज़हब नहीं रहा, उन्होंने अपनाया है एकदूजेको उनके अस्तित्व के साथ।

इसी लिए मज़हब के नाम पर खून खराबा और आतंक मचाते इन गुंडों को देखता हु तो सहम जाता हु, डर जाता हु में।

में सालों से देखता आया हु
मेरे अब्बूको नमाज़ पठते हुए और मेरी माँ को पूजा करते हुए।

ऐसा नहीं की वह कभी झगड़ते नहीं,
ऐसा नहीं की उनके बिच कभी मनमुटाव नहीं होते,
पर कभी उनके बिच की लड़ाइयोकी वजह उनका मज़हब नहीं रहा,
कभी नहीं।

-केवल गोहिल

I am not able to fit in your society

Hi..I am a boy who is pursuing his bachelor degree.
In short, I am collegian.

I want to tell you that, I know I am not able to fit in your society,

Perhaps because I can not afford costly cloths like you do.
and may be I can not afford a expensive bike like you do.
may be I can’t afford a cigarette of rupees 25 or 35.
and I know, I am not able to fit in your society,

I can’t date a girl who wants to eat in costly restaurant with some romantic music.

I know I am not able to fit in your society, and I accept it.

But even after accepting and saying all these things,
You will make fun of me, when I take out the same old shirt from my cupboard and try to wear it, considering it as a classic fashion.
I do not know why you laugh at me, when I drive my old bicycle for my fitness. I know I am not able to fit in your society.

I can fall in love with a girl but she can’t satisfy with my Vadapav I can afford.

I am telling you again and again that I am not able to fit in your society,
and I want you to stay away from my society.

A society where I do not ask anyone how do I look?
A society where a monotonous job has out thrown my skills and dreams.
My society where I have to check rate-card before giving order for food.

But I am happy in my society, because I accept everything.
It makes me sad when you throw garbage of your luxurious thoughts to me.

So please,
Don’t throw it over here.
I know, I am not able to fit in your society
but please don’t spoil my society.

~ Written by Abhijeet Mehta. (Thank you for pouring your heart in it.)

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