Aman's Blog....

 

 Well, Hello? I am sure there are probably just a handful who still are here to read but anyways. I can't blame anyone else but me. And I can't come up with any excuse. I just didn't write. Not that there wasn't anything to share but there wan't any will. There wasn't any motivation to do so either. But let's put it to a stop and try to be regular here. I am not sure how much time it will take for me to be consistent here but let's see.  I am traveling right now. It's been after almost a gap of four years that I have come out for the same. It's still the same chaost but I guess, it's taking a little time for me to adjust to it. It's not a new place. I have been here MANY times before. In fact it's the same place where I dread to come. If you have been a regular here(or some time ago was), you should know which place it is. Anyway, it's been a week since I am here now. Just finished this week's work. There is a weekend now in f

I have said it a lot of times. I am not a poet nor I claim to be. I just write, whatever crap I write, what I feel or am thinking. So before giving the comments that how crappy the poetry is, please keep this in mind. Here we go, गर बुझ भी गया चिराग-ऐ-हयात मेरा आब-दीदा ना होगा कोई , फ़क़त एक बेमाना सितारे के टूटने से फलक तन्हा नहीं हुआ करते! आब-दीदा — Teary Eyed चिराग-ऐ-हयात - Lamp of life फ़क़त - Just बेमाना - Insignificant फलक - Sky Aman….

I won't say that I am back. I don't know yet. But I have been thinking of getting back to my blog for a while. There are many sad/unhappy events that have happened in the last few months. Some people, whom I thought were friends, turned out to be "practical" and just like always, I couldn't see. But on the other side, bumped into someone nice as well. And of course, on a very extreme side, got infected from Covid. A lot, isn't it? I actually thought I shall write about something happy but maybe it's my luck or maybe I am not that "practical" or "woke" as others are, I happened to see something today that just made me so sad. That much that I couldn't shrug it off.  There is this family in the neighborhood. An elderly couple with their son and daughter-in-law and two teenage kids(boys). Uncle is now very old and is now suffering from memory loss and very bad health. That much that he is admitted from a week in the hospital. Aunty, wh

 So yes, it's been a while. I know. And I also know that I have said it not just one time but quite a few times that I shall be consistent with the updates. No excuse except that I am just being lazy. There has been quite a few times where I thought I shall write about those moments. But then again, some thing or the other happened and a day or two passed. Once that happened, I just didn't care about writing any more. Not good, I know.  What a pity that the first post that I am writing for this year is not a happy one either.  Today, one of my friend lost his father. Though the old person wasn't feeling well from couple of years and was of 91, still his sudden demise came as a shock. I got the call and when I reached at my friend's place, it was just like memories coming back to me.  I reached at his place and for few minutes, I just sat outside. There were some other people too sitting and I sat with one of them. At this moment, usually no one speaks. So we all were ju

 I know it's been a while. But unless you are not living under a rock, you must be knowing how devastating the last few months have been for the entire world. And it's not yet over, unfortunately. I shall write about some of the things in future posts. But in the meanwhile, here is another feeble attempt of mine to be a poet. I am not nor do I claim to be so don't judge, please.  And here is it's translation in English,  Now there is no night of separation, there are no moments of being together.  There is no one in whom I exist, nor anyone is within me.  I have learned the art of hiding the pains, In the ashes of tears, somewhere, a peal of lost laughter is left.  Nor there is any regret from the word and nor there is sorrow-filled mysef,  It's just my control on tears cos there are some more breaths that are left.  A ruined world of heart and constantly wet eyes is the only earning now left,  No sorrowful or comforter is now left with Aman!  Hopefully I shall be m

 It's been a day of hearing heart wrenching news. I got a message from one of my friends who is also works in a very senior position that she has lost her mother. A while ago, it was her dad that she had lost. Another friend I messaged to check his well being. He lost his dad 17 years ago. Still, even after all these years, the pain, the sadness was just that.  Then the news came of demise  of legendary Punjabi singer  Sardool Sikander . He has been one of the most renowned singers, came from a very esteemed musical clan. That news struck as a jolt. All of his songs are so so good- saadian paran to sikhi uddna,  teeran da ki karna , nazran ton gir gayi ,tera likh du safedian te naa ,maut v ni aauni ,jinna de roop ne sohne . One of his songs that I made my mom listen to a lot was  This was one of my favorite songs. Sardool sang this song from Heer's perspective that how she is saying that she won't leave her Ranjha at any cost. Song's first line is that Heer says, that s