गाँव की एक गली जो नदी की तरफ़ मुड़ती है वहीं रहता है वो चौराहे पे ताकता रहता है रहगुज़र शायद वो आएँ जो छोड़ कर चल दिए थे एक दिन अचानक पलट कर देखा तो था घर को मगर जब चल पड़े थे बंद कर सारे किवाड़ और खिड़कियाँ सोचता है वो शायद आएँ … Continue reading फिर से
Rewind November, 2015 After years of deliberating, I finally purchased a cycle. It was a Marin San Anselmo and was a good and comfortable bike, perfect for small distances. In any case, I did not plan to cycle beyond 25-30 km. That was till the bike came home. I was looking for training programs and … Continue reading How I became a Randonneur
Aasim was a few months old and I use to sing to him so that he could sleep. Yes back then, I could sing. He would watch me sing with this toy in his hand, and with the gentle rocking of his swing, he would fall asleep. This was his favourite song back then. Aa … Continue reading Jahan gham bhee na hoN aasuN bhee na hoN bas pyar hi pyar pale
Saturday, 22nd October. I had specially flown to Bombay to spend the day with Urdu poet Janab Iftekhar Imam Siddiqui. I spent the day talking to him, listening to his kalaam and clicking a few photographs. Meeting his brothers Janab Noaman Siddiqui & Janab Hamid Iqbal Siddiqui, poet, and academician at Dinath building, in the office … Continue reading Mughal-e-Azam the play.
For all these years we have been preparing ourselves for this day. The day when Aasim will leave for the US for his undergraduate studies. He has secured an admission in Drexel University, Philadelphia, with a decent scholarship and will be attending the Close School of Entrepreneurship. He is flying to the US directly from Nagpur tonight, … Continue reading Another milestone reached. Aasim leaves for Drexel tonight
गौरी। कुछ ५ साल की थी जब उसकी माँ इलाहबाद की गर्मियों की चपेट में आ गयी और २ दिन में ही इस दुनिया से चली गयीं उम्र इतनी नहीं थी कि सब कुछ समझ पाती, मगर पापा थे, भैया थे, दादी थीं, तीनों बुआ थीं. खयाल रखने वाले काफ़ी लोग थे। ज़िन्दगी इतनी बुरी … Continue reading गौरी