My Dream Job(s)

It all began when I was in I-D and had to write an essay on 'My Class Teacher '. Surprisingly,for the first time I got a full star on it.Since then‘Teacher-Teacher’ (and not 'Ghar-Ghar') was my favorite game and I earnestly wanted to be one. I was hell excited to write ’very poor’ in the copy of my students ,to scold them and make them stand on their bench and to take them for picnic in ‘Hathi Park’(revenge you know,revenge :P). The other reason was that I’ll get to wear my mom’s high heels, beautiful sarees and can even use her makeup kit. *wink*

But then unfortunately, in a year or two(class III or IV) my love for cakes and pastries and chocolates out weighted my earlier zest. It was when my mom denied me a pack of chocolates saying ‘Daant kharab ho jaayenge” and on the spot I decided to own a Bakery shop one day.I often pictured myself supping blackforests and temptations all day long. (Slurp! Slurp!) When I told about my 'dream project' to my uncle he explained (after LOL-ing) how I’ll be at loss and that one day I’ll run out of money to buy more stuff for my shop. The clever me had an intelligent solution to the big problem-“Papa is always there, no?”But bade log ........ bade log. He put forth “Why not do something else, earn enough money and buy yourself lavishly all what you desire?” Well, how in the world could you win an argument with a stubborn child?(I mean you don't need to study more for being a shopkeeper plus you'll get to eat so many mouth-watering things whenever desired plus you can have TV in your shop to watch Pogo all time plus you can have holidays anytime every-time and blah blah blah).Poor Uncle Scrooge!

All thanks to DD-1 for diverting my mind. During those days (class IV or V) it featured one serial called ‘Aarohan’ which had Pallavi Joshi as a Navy cadet. I followed it strictly. Her ‘Washing powder Nirma’ washed ultra white uniform, smart looks, never-give-up attitude and stern patriotism intrigued me to be like her. The blue waters and the mighty ships were no less captivating. Opposite to Pallavi was a handsome hunk who was an air force pilot. He was so damn cute.His eyes, OMG what brilliance they had.Ummn…but soon the series ended. Studies began. My childhood fascination was thrown into a deep slumber. Slowly and steadily I forgot him, I mean Pallavi joshi…ehh…I mean ‘navy-mania’. The only thing I remembered then was that chemical formula of water is H2O.Whatever!

The intelligent me soon realized that I had to earn enough money(something like 30 thousand 40 crores 25 arabs 19 thousand 2 hundred 63 billions and 55 rupees :P) to meet all basic necessities of life- roti,kapda aur makan internet, shopping and bank balance. Nonetheless the frequency and range of my ‘Dream jobs’ was apparently quite high. It varied from tourist guide to bank manager, from pilot to interior designer and from astronaut to astrologer. It kept changing and changing until I landed on the highly overrated ‘High school’ landmark. At this stage I don’t know from when, where and how I came to know that I have to be an Engineer IITian and should struggle hard for the same in 10+2. But,in vain.(No,no regrets today!!)

As to this date,  I’m on the verge of being graduated as a “Bachelor of Technology’( a non-IITian to be more specific),that too placed in a business firm. :D

It’s like,
‘Many’ roads diverged in a wood
I took the one ‘most’ travelled by
& Still thinking to make the ‘difference’!!.....:)

Did I told ya that my un-dear and dear ones always had a feeling that most likely I would be a doctor. I wish they knew that it takes me around half-an-hour to intake one 250mg tablet that too with a bottle of water and a packet of chips! Heha!!

So this was the whole twined transition.God bless my unstable mind.Howbeit,a happy heart is all that matters in the end,no?

-Saumya

My List

There are so many things we wanna do in life but could not always. The academic pressures,shortage of time,deadlines of other 'important stuffs',elders restrictions,social constrictions,circumstances,responsibilities and at times our own fear,laziness or even our mood ,prohibit us to do so.But fortunately or unfortunately we all have just one 'LIFE' to live on.

.......................... And so I'm very much keen to execute "My List" before I take my last breaths on this planet.

Here it goes............

• Do my masters 

• Get a good job

• Travel as much as possible-both India and Abroad 

      

• Learn Swimming 

• Learn  Skating

• Donate blood

• Save someone's life

• Donate my eyes

• Get one of my works published

• Write a novel

• Learn Guitar and Synthesizer

• Work and run a charity organization

• Go for Mountaineering,preferably Everest  

• Build a sandcastle

• Learn to cook some good stuff ,esp cakes n cookies 

        

• Learn German and Spanish

• Travel in a Ship

• Inspire someone to success

• Make a difference in someone's life

• Go for a week long trip with friends 

       

• Fight for a genuine social cause

• Own my own personal library 

• Read as many good books as possible

• Learn Dancing(salsa or belly dancing) 

• Sing in public 

• Have a pair of rabbits  

          

• Own a latest camera

• Do some good Photography

• Paint on canvas

• Own a Telescope 

         

• Go on an African Safari

• Practice Driving Car(which I learnt once)

• Do river rafting 

       

• Own a house of my dreams

• Have my own garden with a big fountain 

• Go to the top of Eiffel Tower 

          

• Ride on a hot air balloon

• Watch a cricket/football match in stadium

• Live in another country for atleast an year 

    

• Go for a long long drive in an open-top car

• Get married to guy of my dreams and have a happy family with him

• Leave this world a bit better      

PS: This is all I could think of now.The list is subjected to upgradation.
PS:I was a little occupied these days.But now I'll blog on a regular basis and will very soon visit you guys.

~love and prayers

और मिल गयी मैं मुझको !

पता नहीं कब कहाँ मैं
मुझसे बिछड़ गयी हूँ
नहीं...किसी भीड़ में नहीं थी
फिर भी खो गयी हूँ !

पहले ढूँढा खुद को मैंने
उस तारीफों से भरे संदूक में
जो प्यार से कभी मिली थीं मुझे ....
बोहत संभालकर रखी थी मैंने 
सारी की सारी ....यादों के लॉकर में 
कुछ झूठी थीं...कुछ सच्ची थीं
छोटी-छोटी ही सही... पर अच्छी थीं
मीठी -मीठी उन सौगातों में 
सोचा शायद थोड़ी सी मिल जाऊं खुद को 
ठीक से ढूँढा मैंने...
पर नहीं मिली मैं मुझको..................

फिर सोचा खोजूं खुद को
कविताओं में...नज्मों में
जो टांक दी थी मैंने....कागज़ के सीने में  ....
शायद किसी शब्दों की इमारत तले
जान बूझकर....... दब गयी हूँ ?
या फिर भूल आई  हूँ खुद को
गलती से ......किसी अधूरी ग़ज़ल में ?
या शायद बाँध दिया हो रूह को अपनी 
किसी रूपक में .....बेवजह ही ...बावली हूँ ना !
बोहत  ढूँढा मैंने खुद को 
लफ्ज़ दर लफ्ज़ ...खंगोल डाला 
ज़ज्बातों के समुंदर को 
पर नहीं मिली मैं मुझको............ 

मेरी परछाईं भी तो लापता थी 
रपट दर्ज थी उसकी भी दिल-ओ-दिमाग में 
वर्ना उसी से पूछ लेती .....
फिर ख्याल आया 
किसी की आँखों में ढूँढूं 
शायद वहीँ महफूज़ होंगी 
पर उतनी पास..... कोई कहाँ था 
परेशां होकर ......दौड़कर फिर गयी 
आईने के पास....सोचा
वहां तो ज़रूर पाउंगी खुद को
पर ये क्या …आईना भी खाली था ……
मेरे भीतर की तरह ...इकदम खोखला .... 
और फिर नहीं मिली मैं मुझको ......... 

कबसे....  ढूंढ रही हूँ खुद को
हाथ की हथेलियों में 
ज़िन्दगी की पहेलियों में  
बीते हुए कल के अंधेरों में  
आने वाले कल के कोहरों में  
सब से तो पूछ लिया 
सब जगह तो देख लिया …. 
नहीं मिल रही ……मैं मुझको ………… 

किसी ने बताया था मुझे … 
मेरा पुराना पता ……
इक छोटे से सपने के
बड़े से घरौंदे में रहती थी मैं 
ख़ुशी -ख़ुशी …….तितलियों जैसी .. 
अब वहां कोई दूसरा किरायेदार रहता है …. 

घर लौटी जब थक हारकर 
रोई खूब मैं फूंट-फूंट कर …
बोहत देर बाद ....अचानक किसी ने आकर
(खुदा ही होगा ) 
आँखों पर कोई इक चश्मा पहनाया 
पलकों पर जमी ....धूल हटाया
और दिखाया …………. 
कि किसी कोने में जब 
बिखरी-बिखरी सी पड़ी थी मैं 
तो माँ-पापा ने कैसे 
टुकड़े -टुकड़े तिनका -तिनका जोड़कर मुझे
अपनी दुआओं में .......सहेज कर......... रख लिया था ..... 

पापा के अक्स की छाँव तले 
माँ के आँचल में लिपटी 
कितने सुकून से तो थी मैं
दुनिया की सबसे सलामत जगह पर ...
ना आँखों में डर था,ना दिल में बेचैनी  
लगा की कहीं खोयी ही नहीं थी मैं कभी
हमेशा से...... वहीँ तो थी..... 
माँ-पापा की दुआओं में............महफूज़! 

~Saumya

My sorrows are all mine alone...

You share your happinesses with me,
I'll augment it manifold
You reel off your pain
I'll try to lessen the cold.

I'll also share my joys with you
If you do not at all mind,
but my sorrows are all mine alone
'un-said' and perhaps 'un-confined' !