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Happy Independence Day???

Revered seniors and dear friends,
Today, 15 August 2013, we all are the citizen of the world's largest democratic country. We are free, liberal, independent and sovereign. We have honoured sixty-six years of self respect, development, growth and happiness, with many ups and downs, facing several social, economical, environmental and national bane and boon.
The best part of all these years was - we stood, fought, suffered, felt and celebrated together.
We were and we are united.

15 august, 1947, we attained freedom from British rule and today we are commemorating our Sixty-seventh independence day. But the fact is- earlier we were slaves to the British and now we are slaves to the whole world.

I am happy to witness the day but I don't want to paint myself in tricolour, nor do I want to be sarcastic like several other people, I am not raising socio-political issues and questioning the role of the government and leaders, social contract holders, any particular individual, group or political party.

I want to talk about 'Us'

Freedom is an individual perception.
Independence purports and implies different meanings to different people - and they all are right. For a teen - freedom may refer to the non-interference of his parents in his personal life,
For a man it may refer to his personal individual space to drink and enjoy his bachelorhood,
For women it may refer to the various - social, emotional, financial, mental, educational, sexual equalities, respect and rights,
Or to a couple it may simply refer to have their personal space in the society.

In fact whatever we consider Injustice to us, we refer it as the violation of our right to freedom.

Voltaire- The famous French writer of 17th century said
"injustice in the end produces independence".

And the American leader Brigham Young said “True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what is right"

Have we ever given a thought before asking and fighting for our rights - Are we doing right?

We complain, express our dissatisfaction and annoyance to individual or society for injustice and wrongdoings, have we ever asked ourselves why is this happening?

Why are we still slave to other countries, of others' ideologies, mentality and of others' desires? Why only speaking English and foreign languages make your social status? Why an iPhone is the real phone but not Micromax or Karbon? Why a brand is Gucci and Chanel but not Khadi? Why the foreign universities give birth to excellent breeds and not Indian universities? Why Starbucks and not any other? Why only "Foreign products and services" boost up your social status and you frown at the Indian ones?

No, Baba Ramdev didn't pay me to write this article nor do I mean to start the Boycott foreign stuffs movement all over again.

Why corruption exists? Why rapes and harassments take place? Why criminals and ill social elements cannot come to an end? Who are they? They are among, within and inside 'us'

How funny is that, even if we install the security cameras on each red light, the very next morning, would we find those cameras in the same place?

No, some of us will be selling those security cameras in Karol Bagh..

We are the ones who don't wear seat belts or drive our sports bike zigzag fast on the roads because our girlfriend is sitting at the back of the bike. To the max, it is just a matter of 500 bucks to the traffic police officer.

The right to freedom - Speech and expression do not mean we can say anything especially when we are some public figures holding social responsibilities, nor does it mean to throw the men behind the bars who speak against your wrongdoings because you have 'the power'.

Yes we can gather but it doesn't mean the freedom of association allows you to grope females while protesting at India gate.


Freedom to practice any profession doesn't mean you will maltreat service providers including labour class to sex workers.

Freedom of religion doesn't mean anyone can have the power of clairvoyance and become the father of a new religion to mislead and blindly play with people's faith or debase any other religion.

When we gained freedom, once , Jawaharlal Nehru was surrounded by people, an old lady came and grabbed his collar and asked "What did this freedom give me? I'm still poor, I'm still hungry, our country is divided...”

Nehru ji said “The freedom gave you the right that today you can grab the collar of the prime minister and ask questions"

We misinterpret and gift this misinterpretation to our offspring. We never question and when we do - we do it without having the notion of our deeds.

Independence – A state of not being influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion, conduct, etc.; thinking or acting for oneself, not subject to another's authority or jurisdiction; autonomous; free,
not influenced by the thought or action of others,not dependent; not depending or contingent upon something else for existence, operation, etc, not relying on another or others for aid or support.

Is this “Independence” really happy for “us”?

Peaks And Valley

PEAKS AND VALLEY
PEAKS AND VALLEY

I wanted to explore, expose, and explode.. 
started with her toe nails and painted it red. She smiled, when she saw the gifts I brought for her..
A bottle of chocolate syrup,
A bowl of whipped crème,
A red satin ribbon,
she understood the theme..

She ruffled my hair when I was between her legs, 
her laugh spoke the desires when she made my pegs..
.. she wants to scream, I made it sure, I've the duct tape for her cure..

Trembling pouts, resembling soul..
Time to take the first step, exploring her, whole..
I kissed her calf, she kept smiling,
Spreading her limbs and her wings,
"Submit your body, you're my doll"
"Rule me tonight, I'm your, all"
Exposing demands and desires, Dripping-droplets of chocolate syrup on her navel, I licked her to the extreme level..

I have her moans, she has my groans, erupt - explode and win the thrones..

I tied her hands, legs and neck,
She's my kink, chained to the bed..

The devil dances on my lips and I entered her, she gasps, she breathes , when the center touched..

Sshhh.. my fingers in her mouth and the whipped creme on her bosom  the blend of crème and her salt is awesome..

Her nails on my back now writing scripts, decoding the language, she encrypts..

High and high I take her, she goes,
I'm her master, she knows, of course

Scream and shout before I roar
She goes mad when I dig her core..

Droplets now shine, she felt the twinge,
I exposed, explored and exploded my lady,
Took her to the peak to measure her valley..

© ‪#‎Himmilicious‬

तुम

तुम,
श्याम हो,
उस मेघ से,
जो धरा के अधरों पर बरसता है!
तुम,
सिंदूरी हो,
उस शाम से,
जो भोर के आलिंगन को तरसता है!
तुम,
पैरों की पायल की वो खनक हो,
लुका-छुपी में जो हरा दे,
तुम,
सुबह की चादर का वो सिलवट हो,
जो बीती रात का गीत गुनगुना दे,
तुम,
अदा हो,
जो मेरे काजल में कैद हो, मुसकुरा दे!

© हिमाद्री

Dear Maa

letter from a newly married girl to her mother

Dear Maa,

Like every normal girl, I was excited about marriage right from my childhood days.
I never thought beyond the time that I would spend happily with my prince charming.
But today when I am married, I realize that marriage is not all roses.
It’s not just about being with your beloved and having a gala time.
There is so much more to it. It comes with its own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices and compromises. I can’t wake up anytime I want to.
I am expected to be up and ready before everyone else in the family.
I can’t laze around in my pyjamas throughout the day. I am expected to be presentable every time. I have to talk in low voice, respectfully with everyone unlike home where I could scream and shout at things and demand.
I can’t just go out anytime I want to. I am expected to be sensitive to the needs of the family.
I just can’t hit the bed anytime I want to. I am expected to be active and around the family. I can’t expect to be treated like a princess but am supposed to take care of everyone else in the family.
And then I think to myself, ‘why did I get married at all?’ I was happier with you, mom. Sometimes I think of coming back to you and getting pampered again.
I want someone to cook for me too, run after me to eat food and bring something for me to eat like you always used to bring whenever you visit market.
I want to come home to my favorite food cooked by you every evening after a nice outing with friends.
I want to sleep on your laps like I have no worry in this world. I want to ask money for my enjoyment from dad and again from you but now I have to think twice before purchasing everything. I was possessive about all my belongings but here I have to allow everyone to use my stuffs because I cannot annoy anyone.

But then I suddenly realize, had you not got married and made such sacrifices in your life, I wouldn’t have had so many wonderful memories to hang on to. And suddenly, the purpose of all this becomes clear- to return the same comfort, peace and happiness to my new family that I got from you.
And I am sure that as time would pass, I would start loving this life equally as you do.

Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and compromises you made. They give me the strength to do the same. I will try to be a complete woman like you..

Love you.


N.B = This is not my original creation, I have got this mail and modified it, Liked the concept and shall elaborate and modify it in my style. 

Dear Maa

letter from a newly married girl to her mother

Dear Maa,

Like every normal girl, I was excited about marriage right from my childhood days.
I never thought beyond the time that I would spend happily with my prince charming.
But today when I am married, I realize that marriage is not all roses.
It’s not just about being with your beloved and having a gala time.
There is so much more to it. It comes with its own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices and compromises. I can’t wake up anytime I want to.
I am expected to be up and ready before everyone else in the family.
I can’t laze around in my pyjamas throughout the day. I am expected to be presentable every time. I have to talk in low voice, respectfully with everyone unlike home where I could scream and shout at things and demand.
I can’t just go out anytime I want to. I am expected to be sensitive to the needs of the family.
I just can’t hit the bed anytime I want to. I am expected to be active and around the family. I can’t expect to be treated like a princess but am supposed to take care of everyone else in the family.
And then I think to myself, ‘why did I get married at all?’ I was happier with you, mom. Sometimes I think of coming back to you and getting pampered again.
I want someone to cook for me too, run after me to eat food and bring something for me to eat like you always used to bring whenever you visit market.
I want to come home to my favorite food cooked by you every evening after a nice outing with friends.
I want to sleep on your laps like I have no worry in this world. I want to ask money for my enjoyment from dad and again from you but now I have to think twice before purchasing everything. I was possessive about all my belongings but here I have to allow everyone to use my stuffs because I cannot annoy anyone.

But then I suddenly realize, had you not got married and made such sacrifices in your life, I wouldn’t have had so many wonderful memories to hang on to. And suddenly, the purpose of all this becomes clear- to return the same comfort, peace and happiness to my new family that I got from you.
And I am sure that as time would pass, I would start loving this life equally as you do.

Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and compromises you made. They give me the strength to do the same. I will try to be a complete woman like you..

Love you.

दो अठन्नियां,गली में चहकती वो गौरैया, और वो बूढ़े काका..

मेरे छुटपन की कुछ यादें हैं,
दो अठन्नियां,गली में चहकती वो गौरैया, और वो बूढ़े काका..
हर सुबह जाती थी मैं,
देखती टुकुर-टुकुर,अब्बू के काँधे पर चढ़,
किताबें काँधे पर रख,चलती ठुमक कर
और कजरारी आँखे झांकती, ढूँढती,
मिटटी के घरोंदे में बैठे, पथराई आँखों वाले काका को ,
ना जाने क्यूँ चिल्लाती थी वो,
ऐसे, जैसे चिल्लाता है वो मुंडेर पर बैठा मयूरा,
जब भीगता है बादलों के आंसू में,
और कुछ न कहते बूढ़े काका,
पर मुस्कुरा देते जब देखती मैं,
माँ की गोद से, टुकुर-टुकुर
किताबें काँधे पर रख,चलती ठुमक कर,
और मिलती मुझ जैसी ही, एक गौरैया,
चुगती दाने कुटुर-कुटुर
आज जा रही है डोली मेरी,सुर्ख जोड़े में,
भीगीं आँखों से देखती माँ को टुकुर-टुकुर
रास्ता वोही, पग-डग वोही, घरोंदे के बहार पड़ी चारपाई वोही
पर वो नहीं, जो मुस्कुरा देता था मुझे देख, माँ की गोद में,
सुना है कहीं चला गया, भूखा, बेबस,
और चली गयी वो गौरैया
जो खाती थी दाने कुटुर-कुटुर

Uss Paar - QB Lyrics

कभी खुशबू के चेहरे में
कभी रंगो की सूरत में
कहीं पर मिस्ले गर्दा-ए-राह बन कर
उड़ रहें हैं हम..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

हथेली पर सफर की अंधी,
अनगिनत लकीरें थी,
सरों पर धूप थी
और पांव थे जलती ज़मीनो पर,
हमें चलना था सो चलते रहे,
चलते रहे हर पल..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

किसी मौसम के माथे पर नही
लिखा गया हमको,
मगर एक आस की खुशबू
हमारे साथ थी हरदम
कोइ तो मंतज़र था अपना
किसी के मंतज़र थे हम..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

Uss Paar - QB

कभी खुशबू के चेहरे में
कभी रंगो की सूरत में
कहीं पर मिस्ले गर्दा-ए-राह बन कर
उड़ रहें हैं हम..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

हथेली पर सफर की अंधी,
अनगिनत लकीरें थी,
सरों पर धूप थी
और पांव थे जलती ज़मीनो पर,
हमें चलना था सो चलते रहे,
चलते रहे हर पल..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

किसी मौसम के माथे पर नही
लिखा गया हमको,
मगर एक आस की खुशबू
हमारे साथ थी हरदम
कोइ तो मंतज़र था अपना
किसी के मंतज़र थे हम..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

Uss Paar

कभी खुशबू के चेहरे में
कभी रंगो की सूरत में
कहीं पर मिस्ले गर्दा-ए-राह बन कर
उड़ रहें हैं हम..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

हथेली पर सफर की अंधी,
अनगिनत लकीरें थी,
सरों पर धूप थी
और पांव थे जलती ज़मीनो पर,
हमें चलना था सो चलते रहे,
चलते रहे हर पल..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

किसी मौसम के माथे पर नही
लिखा गया हमको,
मगर एक आस की खुशबू
हमारे साथ थी हरदम
कोइ तो मंतज़र था अपना
किसी के मंतज़र थे हम..

कभी इस पार, कभी उस पार..

हर बार

हर बार..हर बात पर पूछ लिया "कोइ और तो नही"कभी तो अपने नश्तर-ए-अलफाज़ देखता,हर बात पर कह दिया "तू सिरफिरा है"कभी तो मेरा जुनून-ए-मुहोब्बत देखता
तुझे देखा नंगी ऑखो से मैनेइश्क को तमाचा जमाते हुएमेरी हथेली पर खिंचे हमसफरतेरी हथेती के सुर्ख निशां तो देखता,
हर बात पर पलट बैठा पुराने पन्नो के हिसाबहर पन्ने पर लिखा अपना नाम तो देखताहर बात पर भर लेती हूं सिस्कीयां,यह इल्ज़ाम है तेरा,हर सिस्की में भरी सांस के पैगाम देखता,
जा, कर दिया आज़ाद तुझेमुहोब्बत की उल्झनो सेहर बात पर खिसकती रेत कासैलाब तो देखता
हर बार ज़ख्म दे कर छोड़ दिया यूं ही,हर बार के दर्द की तासीर तो देखता,हर बात पर पूछ लिया "कोइ और तो नही"कभी झांक कर अपना गिरेबां देखता,कभी खुद ही का अंदाज़-ए-बयां देखता..
©हिमाद्री