Ehsas bachpan ka, kal aur aaj

It is a reply of some mail which I wrote. Felt like sharing it :-)

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Oh, you made me emotional and I lost in backyards with my memories. What a natural painting you portrayed in this mail, I must have hugged you. Many mnay thanks to you.

In this fast lane of our life we forgot everything that was our past, sometimes I find myself ruined when I think those days. AAh!! Those dancing silhouetts around the fire in winter days, flying kites in blazzing sun, dancing in rains with brothers all the day, those cycle races with our friends....


Out of all of you, anyone remember those dragon flies, we used to tie-up strings with their abdomen(main toh use helicopter bolta tha :D, aur uski poonch mein dhaaga baandh kar urata rahta tha ek patang ki tarah ). I remember, dadaji used to take Hajmola in the night aur main wo goliyan sab ki nazar se chupa chupa kar kha jaya karta tha, wo bhi ek nahi 10-10.


Hum utne shaitan bhi hote the, apne doston ki nai nai dress blue ink se gandi kar dena(wo bhi peeche se), apne chote bhai bahno ke hisse ki mithai ko bhi nahi chorte the.


Pita ji ki pitai, phir maa ka beech mein aakar hame bacha lena, school jane se pahle pet dard ka bahana aur phir der tak toilet mein band ho jana :D, school na jakar ganga ke kinare akele lahro se khelna phir bhookh lagne pe bailgaadi(bullock-cart) ke neeche chip kar lunch karna(wo bailgadi ghar se mushkil se 40 meters door bhi nahi hoti thi, lekin phir bhi ham wahi chipte the). Raat mein bijli jane par lamp ke neeche sare bhai bahno ka ikkatthe hokar padhna, wo antyakshri ke lambe lambe daur (ham sab ek taraf aur papa akele hote the, unshe poori ram charit manas, rashmirathi, jaidrath vadh aur jane kitne shloka yaad the) sab ek bhoola khwab ban gaya hai. Kaha socha tha ki ek din hame apna hi ghar chorna padega aur ek din wahi mera apna gawn itna begana ho jayega..


Aaj us ganga ki lahron mein khoon bahta hai aur shyad isi liye wo nadi aaj hamare nagar se bahoot door chali gai hai. Waha ke khoobsurat kheto mein jaha ham apne doston ke saath chip kar muliyan khate the, bandukon ka pahra lag gaya hai. Ab toh us jagah pe jane ke naam se hi ye man sihar uth-ta hai.

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Wadiyoin mein aag lagi hai, har mausam begana hai
Bachpan ki un galion ne pahna aaj maut ka pahnawa hai

Wo chote se bacche bhi kilkari bharna bhool gaye
Phoolon pe mandhrate bhanware gunjan se hi oob gaye

Phooli saansen bhi ab kahani kahna bhool gai
Har 60 kadam pe maut khari, yahi jindagi ka phasana hai

Kheton mein lahrati dharti bhi ghoonghat rakhna bhool gai
Masoom kali khilne se pahle ujla daaman oodh gai

Likha naseeb hamne khud apna, ham iske uttardai hain
Khud cheen chandrma is bachpan se, mauton ki kee aguwai hai
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Ham the tikrambaaz { hamara dimag computer se bhi tez chalta hai ;) } :D

Sometimes we kids try to be more smarter than what we used to be.. The incident is a bit funny and more interesting if one think of it..

We were playing hide and seek/lukka chippi.. I was with my sis, bikki, Rashmi, Guddu, Banti and few more kids.. The seeker was Banti(very smart).. There were 2 rooms one was of kanjhle Papa and another one was the guest room where we were supposed to hide.. Among we kids he(Banti) was the one who rarely get a turn to be a seeker.. So this time we(other then banti) planned to have something different in such a way he will get some tough competition.. An idea clicked in my mind and I spoke to every one..

The idea was we will hide behind the door's side and will put a mirror few meters away from the door, mirror would be facing that door.. To enter the room the seeker will have to pass through the door and at that time we all will be aware of that he is coming.. His position will be visible in the mirror.. So at some minimum distance one of us will rush to him to touch him for saying "it/dhappa"..

So we were continuously watching the mirror whether he is coming or not.. One of us saw him in the mirror as he was comming towards the room and finally he stood just few centimeters away form the door.. He was clearly visible in the mirror.. We all were happy as as soon he will enter the room we all will rush together and will caught him saying "It/Dhappa"..

But opposite of our plans this time he sought us perfectly.. We wondered how he identified our positions.. Then we asked to him "how you did it??".. Initially he tried to hide the actual tric but later when I was alone he told me you all were visible in the mirror that you placed for spying me..

At that moment I was laughing on my idea. If I can watch a person in a mirror, ofcourse he can also watch me in same mirror.. So its how he scanned our co-ordinates :D
Then the same trik I used to fool my other fellows..

Pyar Toh Pyar Hota Hai.. It is Always Special

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Many years back when I was in my 4th or 5th standard, my love for pigeons was at extreme.. This little creature look very innocent and peaceful in nature.. I am just a fan of them and thats why it bring me a strong desire to have a pair of them at my own home..


At my nanihal there were lotz of pigeons.. I took help of my elder brother and trapped two newly born pigeons in my small cartoon box.. Then I carried them to my home, almost 100 KMs.. There after I started feeding them.. They were so frightened of me that time but later on they were my best friends.. In a day I used to be with them for hours say 3 or 4.. There was a separate room for them.. That room was our junk room used to put woods and other craps.. Slowly slowly they were learning to fly.. That 14*12 room was their sky..

Nurturing them was never an easy task.. There were many rivals like cats, dogs, crows and mongoose etc.. I was mostly scared of mongoose and cats. Mongoose are small, fast and very dangerous for birds.. That was a black day, I was in school and at home my aunt was cooking fish, as like any other hindu house, there were separate set of crockeries to cook/serve non veg items, mostly kept outside of kitchen..
My pigeon room was a store room too..
So it happened, my aunt forgot to close the door after brining those crockeries.. When I came back from school, I was shocked as doors were open.. I thought either one of my cousin has took them out of room or they must have flown away, after all they have grown wings..

I was relaxed may be a bit worried, whatever the pair will come back to their home.. I entered the room to investigate the things with my school bag in my hand and found it empty.. A flipping sound came and I saw the male pigeon on the machan.. Ohh a mongoose passed me very sharply to out side the room and I felt scared.. The female pair was missing.. I immediately put my hand into the box which was pigeons sleeping bed.. I grabbed the pigeon and dragged her out.. It was a frightening scene.. I cried with all of my pain and thrown the dead body with fear..

That bloody mongoose had cut the throat and it was hanging from the rest of her body.. I was weeping like anything.. My mother scrambled into the room and saw me rolling on the floor with tears in my eyes.. Soon she found the body of the dead pigeon.. She took me in her arms and immediately vacated the room.. I was shouting on my mom "you must have left room opened and thats why mongoose killed her.". My tears were nonstop, I was hurt.. Mother told me nothing just kept me convincing, consoling.. we will bring u another pair of pigeons and they will be white(I always desired to have a white pair of them) and etc etc..I cried more than 1 hour. I couldn't eat..

Now it was time to bury her. I wrapped the body in a newspaper and then buried it near the Ganga bank which was just 100 meters from my home..I came back to my home and decided "I will never imprison any other bird..".

2nd day I left the male pigeon on the roof and then he flown all over the sky.. Now I was relaxed, a bit worried too.. This world was new to him.. There are many enemies of him, how will he survive?? But as evening started growing he was back. I was smiling, felt like after a long time my friend is back to me..

Now it was a routine for him. That lonely pigeon used to come home for some time, eat rice, pieces of bread and go back.. Where?? I don't know.. One day I was waiting for his coming, with some rice in my hand but he left me waiting.. Twilight turned into night.. I was sad.. Next day in the morning I saw he was with a white female pigeon over my roof.. They circled round and round.. I was so happy, I couldn't explain.. I thrown some rice, they landed took some pieces out of it and then flown away again and never came back.. I was happy, after all now he has her partner :) .Its been many years, I still miss my pigeon friend, very cute, very affable. he was someone like my own..