Like every Mumbaikar, I had been praying for the monsoons to hit the city and provide some respite from the heat that was on a mission to burn us all. Now that the clouds had finally decided to fly in for their annual visit, they seemed to be as angry as the sun. This has been happening every year, leaving us with only two choices, to either drown in our own sweat or to let the ruthless downpour do its job. As the metro approached Andheri station, people started lining up at the door. With the coach nearly empty, I shifted to the corner seat next to the door. I was just two stops and 4 min away from my destination but that didn't stop me from grabbing my favorite seat the minute it got empty. That's how we have become, always running after something better and not appreciating what we already have. It was almost 9 PM. I climbed down the stairs of D N Nagar metro station, clutching my umbrella and feeling tempted to use it to push away the crowd. It didn't take long for...
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"sab kahaan, kuchh lal:-o-gul mein numaayan ho gayin
khaaq mein kya sooratein hongi, ki pinhaan ho gayin"
chamka?
To be honest- "Nahi chamka"
Ghalib dekhte hain ki ek kabra ke ooper phool khile huye hain. and he perceives it as follows:
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[sab kahaan, kuchh lal:-o-gul mein numaayan ho gayin; सब कहाँ, कुछ लाल:-ओ-गुल में नुमायां हो गईं]
not all, but only few (virtues of the dead) are being exhibited [numaayaan] by this flower
[khaaq mein kya sooratein hongi, ki pinhaan ho gayin; खाक़ में क्या सूरतें होंगी, कि पिन्हां हो गईं]
then how virtuous are those hidden [pinhaan] deep in this soil!
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Ghalib chacha ko salaam. kya idea socha hai!
aur YouTube ka ye video dekhogi to aur bhi kalyan ho jaayega:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcJild4iGl4