Irregular ranting by an Irrelevant thinker

It's high time I came up with any fresh Gazal. And a Gazal in English ? Well, that's probably my first time ever. So, here we go, a celebration of Pain and Sorrow ! ! ***** Walking down the path, leaving a trail sanguine. My soles pierced by, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The thick crimson fluid, on the crisp green grass. A stark contrast by, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. Me limping through the pain, all tears gone dry. Mercilessly they cry, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The failures don't stop, however hard may I try. Do not ask Why, oh! These Shards of Shattered Dreams. The Sun is set ablaze, the Moon a shabby dull pie. Like Stars going to die, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The start was Eons ere, the end is neither nigh. As mirages they hurt my eye, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. With each breath I take, comes out an achingly deep sigh. Please stop torturing from s...

ગઝલકાર શ્રી બરકત વિરાણી 'બેફામ' ની સુપ્રસિદ્ધ રચના "થાય સરખામણી ......" નાં ચંદ શેરો જે ગઇ કાલે શ્રી મનહર ઉધાસ નાં સુમધુર કંઠે માણ્યાં, એ અત્રે વિષયવાર ઉપસ્થિત કરું છું - * ફીલસુફી- ઘોર અંધાર છે આખી અવની ઉપર, તો જરાં દોષ એમાં અમારોય છે. એક તો કઇં સિતારા નહોતા ઉગ્યાં, ને અમે પણ શમાઓ બુઝાવી દીધી * ખેલદિલી - કોઇ અમને નડ્યાં તો ઉભાં રહી ગયાં, પણ ઉભાં રહી અમે કોઇને ના નડયાં. ખુદ અમે નાં પહોંચી શક્યાં મંઝિલે, વાટ એની તો બીજાને બતાવી દીધી. * એકલતા - કોણ જાણે હતી એવી વરસો જુની, જીંદગી દોસ્તો એક તનહાઇની, કોઇએ જ્યાં આંસુ લુંછ્યું એક તો, એને આખી કહાણી સુનાવી દીધી. * ઇર્ષ્યા - બીક એકજ બધાને હતી કે અમે ક્યાંક પંહોચી ન જઇએ બુલંદી ઉપર કોઇએ પીંજરાની વ્યવસ્થા કરી કોઇએ જાળ રસતે બીછાવી દીધી * પ્રેમ - દીલ જવા તો દીધું કોઇનાં હાથમાં, દિલ ગયાં બાદ અમને ખરી જાણ થઇ. સાચવી રાખવાની જે વસ્તુ હતી, એજ વસ્તુ અમે તો લૂંટાવી દીધી. આવાં ચોટદાર શેરો લખનાર સર્જકને ઝુકી ઝુકી ને સલામ ! !

I started this book ( ISBN: 1853262412 ) on 28 February 2012. It ended on 29 march 2013, 0300 a.m. 1 year and 1 month to be exact. In the hundred gems of stories, I came across a multitude of colors of humanity, the range of characters, from each extremes, painting the tales a man tried to pen down sitting in a prison cell. I could not stop myself from admiring each and every piece of this anthology. The first and the last being the Hottest Favorite. One simply can not escape the illusion O. Henry created with his characters and plots. Playing with words and phrases as a street magician plays with smoke and mirrors. Pulling tricks of hands from his shirt sleeves, enchanting his audience each single time. And the way the stories are told- the myriad of dialects and accents, the reservoir of his wits and wisdom never running dry in the middle of any-one. Each piece with a definite theme, similar to others, but so profoundly strong, that each one could...

I was sitting in a corner in the library, writing furiously in my diary, confessing about all the frustration I felt about the badluck and suffering in my life. As I was being torn apart deciding whether to take the upcoming AIIMS PG exam or to choose a Job to support my family as my father was retired from his job. A senior doctor whom I didn't know passed by my desk, and just out of curiosity asked what I was writing in the thick notebook. I tried to hide my work,but he assured me that He won't look. I replied candidly that I was penning down my frustration on all the injustice my life was doing to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and sat next to me. Told me that the pre-PG exam or the unavailability of job was not that much big deal to get frustrated. There were many worse things which I should be grateful they didn't happen to me. He sat next to me and told me his story, how he had failed his exams twice in succession , and how he was so broke he ha...

Though its the end of a big leap, its not the end of the journey. On the contrary, its just the begining---of a life with responsibilities, with commitments, with appointments with struggles. Gone are the days when all you had to do was saunter round the campus in the most carefree of a stride,to gaze at the pretty girls of other colleges. Or the most activity you did other than reading was eat,sleep and bath. I know that this is a definitely crucial phase in not just my own life, but also of those who are related to me in someway or other. I see this transition as a new portal, a new door , to pass through. I don't know what is there on the other side of the threshold. Though I have got a slight notion of what could be there, but can't be sure. Life beyond internship is not just patients and clinics and degrees. Its something more profound, more demanding, more harrowing then the cozy years i have gone through. There are so many paths leading out, so many v...

           The yearly season of romance is back. There is the fragrance of love hanging everywhere around us. The gift article shops decorated with Pink balloons and ribbons, restraunts booking Candle-light dinners in advance, cinemas chocked full with lovers walking hand-in-hand. Every Tom,Dick and Harry in our friend circle is trying to get laid. Plans are made to propose the girl in the most romantic way, google too is busy answering silly questions on 'How-to-' topics like- romantic propose, romantic places to visit, romantic ideas to woo the valentine. But so are the #foreverAlone   hashtags trending on twitter. Being Single Sucks . I know. Hence this Blog post; written solely on the purpose of pointing to the 'Silver-lines' behind the grimy clouds. Read on. 1) You'll save a Ton of money . Roses, Chocolates, Earrings, Wrist-watch, Perfume, Restraunts, Petrol....... - everything is costly these days. And the salary is still li...