Yahin woh jagah hain...
Yahin woh fizayein
Yahin par kabhi aap hum se mile the

Inhe hum bhala kis tarah bhul jaaye
Yahin par kabhi aap hum se mile the...

Yahin par mera haath...
haathon mein lekar....
kaabhi naa bichaarne ka wadaa kiya tha..

Sadaa ke liye ho gaaye hum tumhare
Gale se lagakar humhe yeh kahaa tha...


Kaabhi tum naa hoge humhare wafaayein
Yahin par kaabhi aap hum se mile the

Yahin woh jagah hain...
Yaahin woh fizaayein
Yahin par kaabhi aap hum se mile the

Yahin par wafaa kaa naya rang bhar ke
Banaye thi chahat ki tasveer hi tumne
Yaahin ke bahaaron se fulon ko chumkar
Sawari ki ulfat ki taqdeer tumne

Woh din aapko yaad kaise dilaaye...
Yahin par kaabhi aap hum se mile the

Yahin woh jagah hain...
Yahin woh fizayein
Yahin par kaabhi aap hum se mile the...

Small men. Shortlived men. Today there, tomorrow gone, thats what we all are. And yet it feels good. Feels good to get people's appreciation. To get noticed in the crowd. A yearning ...for which there are no answers....but it provides that momentary fame to glory.

Thats what this job gives. Flyer space. People ringing up and saying good story. Was the story good. 18 or perhaps more months into this job and my first flyer story in ET, an individual effort, that comes out of a dull,lonely sunday afternoon...When i sat in front of TV and watched the hordes of CAT aspirants lining up for an exam which i Know with the grace of 'force' not so long back had come across too..

That delhi morning. Cold. Me sitting decked in woollens. Knowing not where life will take me to. The exams came and went. The results came and went. So did the two years in one of the country's most venerable names. And now its 18 months into a job which has given me lots.

Yesterday evening i was thinking how this organisation has come to be a maai-baap to me. It has sustained my passion to whatever extent possible. Given me money for monthly schedules. Name and people who know me now, in whatever way that might be.

It has also given me two loves. The one love who came and went by and refused to accept it. The other that came, accepted it, but then closed lids of life. Reducing and leaving me into a bundle of passionless individual.

Is that a toast to life! When life comes to a full circle on 23rd of Nov, the story comes out on flyer space, and then one also finds that your 'loves' the ones from whom you have moved on in life, are looking back and trying to get back to that bridge which we had left in shambles.

Strange deja vu isnt it!

This is a test of you, baba lokenath i know, the test that tomorrow will be another plain day in office, evening i shall leave for delhi, and then columbia the phd university where i would most prefer to go would arrive.

I might end up, in not applying, sticking to the deadline. Might end up in just meeting up people, collecting transcripts, but staying back in this.

Sometimes i feel like that dog, which i saw a few weeks back, trapped in that gutter. Ekeing itself out of the wrench of dirt. Just not managing to. I need to get out, my Force above, praying to you to give me the levelheadedness....the maturity to appreciate that all this is.....

Just Dust in the wind......the wind which blows from one place to another leaving scars on the soil, eroded traces on the land.


Yahin woh jagah hain...
Yahin woh fizayein
Yahin par kabhi aap hum se mile the