Aman's Blog....

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...