KYA SACH MUCH MEHANGI HAIN KHUSHIYAN

main sochoon kabhi akele main

jeevan k rele-pele main

kya sachmuch mehangi hain khushiyan?

ya maang hamari jyada hai.

har subah wahi munbhavan hai jo jeevan lekar atee hai,

kya rang chandni ka badla jo mun ko sheetal karti hai?

kya aaj hawa naraz huee,phoolon ne khilna chod diya?

ya kya nadiyon ne jharno ne masti main behna chod diya?

panchi ab pahle jaisa chu-chu ka shor nahin karte,

ya badal aaj shararat se barish is ore nahin karte?

jab koi chota bacha,yun hi dekhe aur muskaye

koi apna ya gair koi,asheerwad ek de jaye

choti si kisi zaroorat ko poora karna asan bane

kyun na bemani si ye baatain,khushiyon ka saman bane!

jo pyara ho wo pass rahe

'kuch acha hoga' ye aas rahe

koi wazah mile na rone ko

karan kum hai kush hone ko??

kya hai khushiyon ki paribhasha

kyun itni mushkil wo bhasha

fir kyun koi ye kehta hai

chota sa dil choti asha!!

kya paimana hai khushiyon ka

haan! itna mile to kafi hai

thoda kum ho to mafi hai

na mile to nainsaafi hai!!

ye prashn kathin inke uttar,jane koi kab layega

khushiyon ki ghum ki ulat-fer,ye jeevan chalta jayega!

main sochoon kabhi akele main........

ruchi rawat

The grace world has lost.

“Daddy!!! “, little Arjun ran down the hall to the armchair his daddy was resting on after a long day at office.

“humm”, his father nodded without exercising his shut eyelid.

“look daddy, what I have drawn”

“ohh .. let’s see what my little Picaso has drawn today”.

With a little struggle with his posture his dad took the drawing sheet into his hand and had a quick look over the drawing his 7 year old son has made. The boy was curious, his performance was being measured and he was already giggling expecting a quick result. His father has always been happy to see his paintings and even has appreciated and encouraged his performances of wax drawing.
But today his father was silent rather disappointed. His father took his spectacles from the table and took a closer look into his drawing.

Now Arjun was anxious.

His drawing pictured 5 giant skyscrapers, far away in vision, having a very little distance between them. They were colored differently with bright colors. Above a skyscraper half sun was visible. The half visible sun was filled with bright yellow color showering full rays, depicted by lines, all around. Nearby the sun, Arjun drew a black helicopter which was going from above the skyscrapers. Below the skyscraper Arjun drew few roads with cars racing each other. The drawing was satisfactory despite lacking some kind of neatness and few colors with which the buildings were colored. Little cars were yet to be colored.

After having a look at the drawing Arjun’s father remembered his childhood days. He remembers what they were used to draw when they were asked to draw some scenery. In their drawings there were mountains which Arjun replaced with skyscrapers, there have been an orange colored morning sun, which was used to be depicted as a friend of earth not the enemy. There have been some birds in the sky which Arjun replaced with the helicopter and there were green lush grounds in which children were pictured happy playing some game and there have been a lake aside. That was the picture of the days which they could imagined the best.

Father was still silent, he took his spectacles off.

“I know I haven’t colored it properly yet” Arjun said.

“Give it back, let me color it more properly and I m sure you will like it then”, Arjun clinched his drawing sheet back in a flash and rushed back to his room.

His father came into his previous relaxed posture, realized how far today’s generation is from the natural beauty. This generation doesn’t know how great it is to be surrounded by the nature. How beautiful the sun looks when it is orange. What does the shadow of a tree mean when an exhausted traveler rests under it? How cool and how quenching is the water of a pot. How melodious a cuckoo sings and what a swarm of birds in the sky look like. These kids are far away from the gifts of the nature.

“How different their world is? He only knows what I have made known to him.”, he spoke in his mind.

With this thought next day his father woke up at 6:00 AM and took Arjun to the terrace of their apartment which was the roof of the 15th floor. From there Arjun's father tried to show him the sky he never cared of. Arjun's father really tried to convince Arjun over the view of the world he had in his eyes. Then accompanied with Arjun he went for a long drive into the woods of the city where the mankind would have hopefully left something for Arjun to be learned and admire.