This is the story about Hany and Misonita. Its funny, cartoonic, but romantic too…you can name to anything. But it’s an interesting story – about two different persons. Let me introduce to you Hany- he is a smart, handsome, naughty and daring teenager. He is the dream boy for many teenager girls. Hany is very popular among his friends for his dressing sense and stylist act. His parents love him too much and he is apple of his mother’ eye. But his mother is always bother about his mischief therefore neighbors always come to his mom with complains about him. Hany has made a record of breaking glass of neighbor’s window by his ball but still he is being loved by everyone. Everybody treats him as a special one which makes other boys of his age jealous. Hey …I am not praising him much!!!! Hany is sweet boy.
Moving further, I brief you about Misonita. She is beautiful, sweet, charming girl. Every boy of the town wants to talk to her and wish to be friend of her. She is a dream girl, boys of her age sees her in their dreams. Misonita, people also call her Miso lovingly, is blessed with a lovely smile. Her eyes color is blue and her hair is long and falls on her face. Miso is the world for her mom n dad. Her parents believe that she is most beautiful gift given by god to them. Miso’ father treats her as a fairy and he thinks she is the girl in form of Fairy. Miso is a big hearted girl; she can not see anyone in pain and suffering. Henceforth she is always ready to help others which make her eye candy of everyone.
Nardex where Hany and Miso live is a small but beautiful town surrounded with hills and forest and one could easily see the ice covered peaks afar. People of Nardex is very nice & peace loving, they come forward to help each other. On every Sunday morning people gather outside Saint’ Peter’s church to offer Sunday prayer that makes them happy and deepen their faith in god.
Miso also goes to church to attend Sunday prayers with her parents and she has deep faith in god। But contrary to Miso, Hany does not like to go to church but his parents make sure that he attends the Sunday prayers.
To Be Continued...
Last Saturday I visited Gurdwara Bangla Sahib, a holy place for Sikh community. Located in the heart of the city near CP, Bangla Sahib is a prominent Sikh Gurdwara which is built on the place where once eight Sikh Guru Har Krishan Ji resided during his stay in
I along with my friend reached there around 10 o’clock in night.We washed our feet & hand first and than headed to main hall of the building with covered head to revere our prayers to Guru Granth Ji sahib. The place was full with followers varied from the all age group. It seemed that everyone was there to denounce their worries and to confer themselves in the feet of Guru Sahib. The place where the Guru Granth Sahib Ji was positioned had heavenly atmosphere and it was decorated with flowers which were spreading the sweet fragrance all over there. We bowed our heads to guru Granth ji sahib and prayed for a moment and than came out form the main dome of the building.
Outside there fresh breeze was blowing that made our body relaxed. One of the interesting thing about the Gurdwaras is their LUNGAR (Community Food service at free of cost). All the gurudwars provide free lunger – this is considered as the PRASAD (Holy blessings) of guru sahib. We also wanted to have the Lunger but by the time we reached there, lunger was closed.
Bangla Sahib is spread over a huge land and it also has a Sarovar (Pond). Devotees take bath in holy Sarovar, it is believed that if you take bath there than you would be blessed with Guru’ love & fortune. It was filled up with clean water which was inviting us to take a dip. And we could not resist ourselves to soak in holy pond. Although we had already planned for bath so we did carry our xtra cloths. We dipped in Sarovar- the water was cold which was shaking us. It was amazing to take bath in open air with viewing Gurudwara sahib ji and water was reflecting the picturesque view of white marble Gurdwara Sahib. For the next half hour, we were in Sarovar and utilized the opportunity fully to enjoy. It was the great experience- a memorable one. Our body was relaxed and cool. We dint want to come out from the water but finally we had to finish it up as we were to reach home also. I would say this was one of the best night out I did with my friends and when we are moving towards home our body and mind both were at peace.
The wait is longer than expected and the chariot of time is passing quickly. The thousands of gallops are carrying it to unknown destination. Standing alone on the sideways, i find myself in a dilemma to ride it or not. I ask myself that is it worth to wait or should i start my expedition along with the passing time but my quest to solve this puzzle remain unanswerable. By each passing day, i can see the wait is becoming longer and sorer. I even myself don’t know that how to take it to an end.
I grilled myself to fathom out the wait. The deeper i thought, the more i got perplexed. I don’t have definition of my wait. But all i can say that wait is quills of the dreams. We dream, we love to dream. Unlimited, boundless and enormous- dream. We, human, believe in dreams and love to see these dreams to get concrete shaped. And our mind draws the sketches of these dreams, a hope of fulfillment starts hovering in our mind. A thin line between the mind and the sketches of dreams turn into wait. Our desire to see our dreams in live lasted in wait.
And same is happening with me, my raw sketches of dreams are floating in my mind. A hope of accomplishment, an anticipation to live them lively is striking somewhere and which end up in wait. I dream- i imagine that keeps me walking. These endless sketches of imagination become the motivation to live; cause to do the things which are not possible. Sometime wait is sweet, beautiful and sometime wait can be reason behind your sleepless nights.
Few incidents leave funny marks in life, and when you look back at them, you just end up by smiling. I had also come across to such incident, where I got embarrassed like never before but today when I recall that incident I just laugh on myself. Here it goes. I was on official trip, after a hectic day, I was resting in my hotel room than suddenly my cell rang. It was Naveen, a journalist in local newspaper, made me call “Hey how are you? Where are you? What’s plan?” he enquired in a single stretch. “I am fine yaar, just back after the meeting, you tell” I replied. Although I knew that what Naveen was going to ask me? Just a week before Naveen’ elder brother got married and he personally invited me and wanted me to attend the marriage. I had a promised with him but I could not keep my words. On other side he said “hey you did not turn up, very bad”. I was expecting these words from him. “I am sorry yaar, could not come but anyway congrts” I defended myself. When you are in corporate world, you do false promises for the sake of good relationship and I did the same thing with Naveen. “Anyway let’s meet up yaar, will have good time” he said. I could easily make out that he wanted to go for drink. “Sure buddy, I could not attend the marriage, let’s celebrate it now, its party time” I replied and was happy that Naveen wants to celebrate it with me. In next fifteen minutes, we were in a bar named Vineyard and Naveen was accompanied with two other guys both were the journalists from the reputed newspapers. And we greeted each other and occupied a corner table and ordered our favorite drinks and also ordered few cookies to eat. It was nice bar with good interior; room fragrance was more than normal which slightly was making my nose on alert. We gulped couple of glasses of drinks and discussed everything which is not unusual as alcohol makes people chatter box. The Vineyard was city’ most popular bar and it was touching its capacity at peak hours, people were waiting for their turn to come in. Visitors were really having good time in bar and were busy in sipping drinks & smoking and one could easily see the curly small fogy clouds of cigarette smoke there. We continued our drinks and ordered one after one.
It was past to ten, when we realized to finish up our last drink, in mean time, we requested attendant to get the cheque. By this time, we all were intoxicated and one could easily make out it. The attendant bought the bill to our table with big smile in hoping to get a tip. For a few minutes, bill was laid on table; no one was worried to check the amount. All of us were pretending to be a royal invitee. I asked Naveen to settle the bill as we all were tired and getting late to sleep. And here the real drama began. Naveen came closer to me and whispered in my ear. I just shouted “what, no it’s not me”. Naveen just told me that it’s me who is throwing party not he. I was shocked to hear this. He simply called me in eve and asked me to have drink and I clearly mentioned him to celebrate his brother’ marriage and I thought that he is giving me party as I missed his bro’ wedding. Now we all were seeing each other with open mouth. All were in state of dumbfound. And unfortunately I was neither carrying that much of money with me nor my credit cards. It was an embarrassing situation and I was cursing myself to being greedy. It happened first time in my life and I dint know who to blame for it. We all collected the money and somehow we managed to pay the amount. And the worst part was that the two guys who were accompanying Naveen had to contribute the money. We paid the bill and headed to our way and we dint even dare to look back at the Vineyard.
गोया लाख वजह है तेरे पास हम से खफा होने की ,फकत एक वजह है यहां तुम्हें रिझाने की -
