Travel stories – Bharuch

September 15, 2017 § Leave a comment


I absolutely love to travel. It makes me come alive.

I feel as young as ever and more fresh than I have ever felt. It allows me to meet new people, have new experiences, know new cultures, and rediscover old histories, which are still relevant today.

I recently visited Bharuch.

Bharuch, the town of memories, families and industries.

One of the oldest heritage cities of our nation, a city by the banks of river, Narmada. A place where I saw the truly developing side of India. The growth and the implementation of so many economic policies for industrial growth, lies in Bharuch. When you see technological advancements in the cities like Bharuch where ancient civilization existed, you can see how far we have come.

My experience was not just a personal realization of the many aspects of India, it also got me to see things differently.
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The Worth of an education

January 4, 2015 § Leave a comment

I dreamt of an invasion

Ill treatment of my intellect

No sense of my education

De barred from freedom

I dreamt of an invasion

Respect of my intellect

My thoughts as a tool

A support to empower people.


November 8, 2012 § 1 Comment

Garjate angaare liye

Main cheer ke duniya chahti hoon

Toofano se tez dorti, dharkano ko sunanna chahti hoon


Inn bandh kamro mein saanse, barbadi ki raah hi chalti hai

Waqt paani ki tarah behta, zindagi yoon hi guzar rahi hai


Kitna hisaab, kitna paisa,

Kitna bhau iss mehnat ka?

Ped ki daali se ab kya banta hai

Phool, kaliyoh ka kon sa ghehna?


Badi company ki badi afsar bhi bano

Shaadi karke, shusheel bhi raho

Duniya toh paiso par naachti hai

Usko kamao, duniya kamao


Par main iss ubharte hue junoon ka kya karu?

Deemak ki tarah mujhe khata hua jo

Bijli ke angaare bahar phek raha hai

Inhi par main chalti rehti,

ab main udhna bhi chahti hoon.

Dilli ka Rikshawala

November 1, 2012 § 1 Comment

Dilli ki galiyo mein main chalti chali

Rikshe ke kandho ka sahara le

Ittak Uttak nazre ghuma

inn nazaaro ko ganne jaise choosti chali

Dheemi dheemi chalti gaadi

peeche se horn bajati hai

Par kya kare, riksha bhaiya bhi toh aadmi hai!

Nazuk, par majboot pairo par

Tiki roti saari hai

Maathe se paseena tapke

Sawari chalte jaani hai

Ma, bhain ki gaali deta

Bigre hue baap ka bigra hua beta

Mere rikshe waale ko dhamki deta

Par kya kare ye mamuli bechara

Ek kapda, Riksha-makaan

Beti, biwi, gaon ke pehchan

Bori bistra pasaare aa gaya dilli mein paise kamane

Zindagi ka maara.

Teen pahiye, do pairo se din guzara

Kya paya isne, aur kya khoya

Ummeed aur nischaya par tike, mera rikshe waala

Raaton na soya

Raaton na soya.

Out of the box

November 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

The other day i got the fortunate opportunity to meet the ‘real citizens’ of India and was genuinely pulled down to the ground and into some thinking.
We all are so lost into our own world that hardly does it occur to us that ours is not the only world that exists.

With the advent of all the technological advancements animating around us, we get the notion of a successful 21st century India. But do you know that there still exists villages where people haven’t got electricity since the last 300 hundread years….where purdah system is followed as a mark of rightful tradition..

They are the farmers, the ground workers, who fill our stomachs. They deserve our attention too. Not just of diplomatic, power hungry politicians. The aam aadmi is not only the middle class, office going guy, but also the 80 year old village lady whose fighting for her pension.

We need to talk to them. Not from the podium, but sitting among them on the ground. Only when the comfort levels are met, the trust will build up, a change in everyone’s attitude will be witnessed. I made attempt and believe me, it felt wonderful. Its their love you get, their respect and good wishes. As for yourself, its then that you truly make achievement out of your own life.

Small efforts lead to big satisfaction. May be someday some change too might follow and we start thinking out of the system and out of the box…

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