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थोडा रंग, थोड़ी गिट्टी

ईंट, पत्थर, लकड़ी, लोहा

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Yeh Life badi kutti cheez hai..(Multilingual Thought Process)

The only dialogue that kept ringing in my head when I went to watch 'Kaminey' was "Yeh life badi kutti cheez hai.."

Janab, Life kutti cheez nahi to aur kya hai! I have had an experience of a lifetime in these 20 years. But according to the average life expectancy in India(60-61 years), I still have to have experiences worth 40 years. Whatever!

Older people think,"Naya Khoon hai, patience naam ki cheez hi nahi hai." Tab man karta hai palat ke jawab dene ka, "Aunty ji, aap hi dhakka deke jaldi jaldi train mein ghus gayi aur char logon ke paun ghayal kar diye." Patience is not budhape ki bapauti. Kisi Kisi ko bachpan aur jawani mein bhi mil jati hai. And I'm one of those people.

Saali life ne bahut din dikhaye hain. Isi wajah se to patience se itna gehra nata hai. But anyway, life is colourful. It is never fair and I had realized that quite early. Saala, usko diya mujhko nahi, soch ke kahe ko time barbaad karna. This kind of thinking has helped me a lot to save time and cope up with situations. Life ek hi guru-mantr sikhati hai ki vo badi hi kutti cheez hai. But this should not send us reeling into the deep trenches of despair.

Life has also taught me"Har kutte ka din din aata hai, tera bhi aayega." (And recently one of my friends taught me,"Aaplya kutreya aaplyala bow wow" It doesn't really mean anything in this context but teaches us that life is kutti cheez and another dog whom you trusted, can bark and take away your cheez. Nonsense blabbering!!)

But aakhir mein yeh kutti cheez apni hi to hai. Chahe kitni kutti, kitni kameeni, kitni hi xyz kyon na ho, this is my life.

I will move on

I have been wounded, I have been bruised,
No one to take care, no one to hold on.
Though maimed, I’m still strong,
I will pick up threads, I will move on.

Numerous tears I shed and my heart bled,
The four walls echoed my cries.
With my eyes now dried and my heart now hard,
I will pick up threads, I will move on.

A bright ray of light was my only hope in life,
My hopes were shattered, nothing else remained.
Now I don’t care but I can still cope,
I will pick up threads, I will move on.


Thorns and brambles are strewn across my path,
The path so lonely, the path forlorn,
I will bear the agony, I will bleed profuse,
I will pick up threads, I will move on.

I will battle unaided, I will suffer alone,
I don’t want a shoulder to lean on.
I am alone; I will stand on my own,
I will pick up threads, I will move on.

No enemies, no friends, no family, no foes,
I don’t want support, nor do I accept scorn,
I’m a lone traveler, I will walk alone,
I will pick up threads, I will move on.