voices ..

It’s kinda strange …. mmm well this was how I could put my first few words by the time I got down to write this.
But then its really strange … ‘coz whenever I pause to take a look at my life and the intangible ‘forces’ holding it or lets say giving a shape to it I can just hear voices.

“Hey Adi (lots of giggles from both the sides)”
” Haan, …. Didiji ”

“bolo beta …. ”

“Jai Shri Mataji …. And lots of giggles again”

“Hanji …………. ”

In less than two months from now I’d be completing my first year in Mumbai.
And if I “survived” I think the credit goes to these (ok ok, I am being modest, I take some for myself as well).
Coz for a newcomer, in this city already teeming with millions of hearts, the chances, that yours do not skip a beat is next to impossible. Well at least mine did …….

Wait a minute …….. before this turns out to be a wonderful idea for Hutch or Airtel, lemme be sure that you are taking these voices as.

Nothing new in it, in fact, it’s a sight as common as people spitting on……. forget it ….every where. A small piece of indispensable invention which many of us in most of our spare time seem to be clutching to and holding close to our ears, straining, so as not to get deprieved of even a single word.

Sometimes it’s like from the moment I leave office, until I reach home I am with it and through it to those voices. It doesn’t matter at all whether I am getting in or out of an over-crowded bus or still never stuffed locals, whether I am dodging my way amongst the humanity which just got down at the station or simply catching a rick.

It seems, until now the divine has chosen only voices (and not people exactly) for me in this city. Voices to share my day, my experiences, my (mis)adventures or even my crazy ideas with, voices to get friends with, voices to fight with, voices to respect and yes, voices to even fall for.

A few of these have been the ones who have helped me see through a lot of others.
Those which had no soul but whom I still gave a second thought. Voices which were never true but deceived me in to believing otherwise. Some showed hope, some showed dreams, some made me smile and some even made me wonder.

Nevertheless, it’s been the voices that have helped me take decisions, take stands, follow my heart and in the process made me the person I am today.

‘Hey one sec guys …… I’ve got a call …….. will finish it later ……’




P.S : The only companies who seemed to have benefited from these seem to be Hutch (oops Vodafone), Airtel and Idea.

seher

Badh rahe hain kadam ………… kahaan ……..jaanti nahin main
Phir ghul rahi hai tanhaai ………kyun ………jaanti nahin main

Chehra mila rahi hun … anjaane chehron ki bheed mein
Koi apna talaash rahi hun .........begaane se is desh mein

Faasle ab zindagi ke maayne bayaan karte hain
Awaaz hi bas ab is rooh ke jashn hua karte hain

Kabhi koi anjana ek muskaan de jata hai
Aur kabhi apna hi koi moti chalka jata hai

Shaamein khwaab ke khwaab se sihar jaati hain
Khwahishen dil ki bas aah ban kar reh jaati hain

Honsale khule aasmaan ke neeche simat jaate hain
Ab to gham bhi hamara saath dene se katarate hain

Shab phir bhi ek sunehri seher ki umeed mein soti hai
Wo kehte hain na ………..
is jahaan mein hi do jahaan ki khushi naseeb hoti hai…