|Techie by day. Scribbler by night. Gourmand. Travel enthusiast. Music maniac. Instagram - @zachovaad|
In collaboration with Pavi...
Tez dhoop me jaise bheeni hawa ka ek jhonka,
Jaise radio pe koi bhoola bisra sa haseen naghma,
Barfeeli sardiyon me jaise chai ka ek pyaala,
Jaise kisi nozaide ke naazuk haath ko thaamna
Kuchh aisi hi thi wo mulaqaat aaj,
chand lamho me main kuchh saal jee gaya!
Us beparwaah hawa ne mujhe bhi Chua tha...
Aur wo Haseen naghma mene bhi suna tha...
Tha mera bhi ek rishta us chai k pyaale se...
Jise tumhe sirf mere liye chuna tha...
Tum jee gaye in chand lamho mein...
Aur mein marr gayi isi ittefaaq mein...
Hothon pe dua aagayi us khuda k liye...
Jisne ye ittefaaq Tarasha hoga kabhi...
-Zacho | Pavi
A few people have asked me if my detox with people is working and if I'm really able to chase my dreams now in 2019.
Well, I'd say the people detox works if you know exactly who or what kind of people you want to go away from your life. Take a river, for example. If you keep dumping garbage in the river, it will eventually affect the free flow of water. The river, however, tries to carve a path through the junk, but with increased resistance.
If you decide to clean the junk, you're giving back the free flow to the river. That's essentially what a detox is. You are getting rid of things that shouldn't be where they are.
In the process , however, do not remove the things that matter. The f...
This year I'm letting go off my past and a lot of things which have held me back.
I'm also making myself less easily available to people. I'm making myself less vulnerable to them.
This year I'm taking less initiatives to start a conversation so I can see who really thinks of me as worthy to stay in touch.
I'm also being selfish and spending all my love and time on me.
This year I'm choosing to chase dreams instead of chasing people.
This year, I am changing. For real.
Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Khet me ik kisaan ko hal jot-tay maine dekha tha
Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Gali me ghumte uss besahara bachche ko kalam uthate maine dekha tha
Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Uss sharmile ladke ko hausla baandhte maine dekha tha
Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Tumko jad-o-jehad karke jeete huye maine dekha tha
Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Khud ko bay jawaab sawalon me uljha maine dekha tha
Ummeed ki ik kiran se falak roshan hai
Wo kisaan iqbal mand hai
Wo besahara bachcha kamraan hai
Wo sharmila ladka maqbool hai
Tum behad mad'ouk ho
Aur main qanaat hun!
Naye saal ka isi ummeed se aghaaz karein.
Seems like yesterday,
I had seen a farmer ploughing his land...
Ittefaq se aaj nazar ik kharonch pe gayi,
Meri yadasht ne to mera saath na diya,
Lekin usko chhune par ye ehsas hua
Ki ye ubhare huye harf hain
Jo abhi bhi usko yadon mein mehfooz rakhte hain.
By chance I glanced over a bruise today,
Although my memory did not serve me well,
But when I touched that abrasion
I realised that these words embossed on my skin,
Are the ones still keeping her protected in my memories.
For the blue eyed girl I haven't met yet,
I was at the art supplies store this evening shopping for paints. After struggling and failing to find the particular colour I was looking for, I decided to walk up to the store staff and ask them where can I find the same. The staff, a young girl in her mid twenties, asked for a few more details about the shade I was looking for. This is the part I struggle the most at. I'm unable to recognize colours by their names as some of my counterparts can do so well.
So, I gave her this cheesy description-
'it's like the colour you see at the beach where it meets the ocean. Imagine I put a handful of sand in the clear blue ocean.'
'I don't quite get it...
Funny as it may sound, but buying cigarettes can teach you some lessons. No, I'm not talking about cancer or how tobacco can make you go blind. I'm talking about retrospection while talking to the woman who owns the convenience store where you buy your poison from.
I realised it isn't the tobacco I'm addicted to because I still had a few cigarettes left when I last visited the store. It's the conversation I have with her that's my poison.
I just spent my time in library, came back, made pasta and that’s it. Anyway diwali never been any sort of historical event in life, never exited about it, except for the autumn break.
Yeah I’m kind of mad at you. I missed you so bad.
Jism par itr ke saath zehen par kuchh paak khayalaat chhidak liya kijiye.
Zindagi bhi mehek jayegi aur jazbaat bhi rangeen ho jayenge.
(Sprinkle some perfume on your body and some good thoughts on your mind.
Your life will be fragrant and your sentiments colourful.)
Awaragardi ki ye aadat jo hai iss dil ko,
Badi mehengi padi
Nazron ki ye matargashti,
Badi hi muzir jaan Padi,
Khoon bahe to koi hakeem madad Kar bhi de,
Lekin unke nigaahon Ke khanjar jab gadhte hain
to alfaaz behte hain
Iss shayar ka ab kaun khwabeeda mudaava kare
(The habit of wandering around of this heart proved to be expensive for me,
The sauntering of these eyes has proven very harmful to me,
A doctor can cure bleeding but, when their gaze pierces my mind, words flow instead of blood,
Which dreamer can cure this poet that I've become now? )
It was early in the morning. The city remained cosy under the blanket of clouds. I woke up from my nap and noticed she was still beside me. On the bed. Under the same blanket.
'Do you ever plan to leave?' I asked her.
She gently held my hand and said, 'I know you wouldn't let me, even if I did.'
Meet Melancholy, although intangible and visible only to me, she's my best friend. I need no narcotics or medicants. I need no human company. No sympathy. No one to listen. None of those to survive.
I have Melancholy and she's here to stay. And she grtse through this life everyday. I know I'm addicted to her. But, even if there's a cure I don't need one. For she brings me solace, tranquility and s...
Just got this thought stuck in my head after a conversation I had with one of my friends.
The thought is that we are all equally annoying by default. It depends on the person you're talking to and the situation you're in to form a judgement. So, if that's one rejects you then be aware that there's someone who will value you and respect you.
Don't belittle yourself and March on!
This morning felt and looked a little different to me.
It was 8 AM, but there was no Sun shining. Instead, a soothing overcast covered the sky.
My room felt a lot warmer than it usually is.
The sheet, on the side of the bed that I never used, was wrinkled.
Time passed by slower than usual.
I heard giggles when I woke up.
There were two cups of tea instead of one on the table.
My smile was wider and brighter.
That's when I realised,
When she said, 'Thats my space'
She wasn't talking about just the couch!
We had just started talking,
And I did not realise when
She became my favourite song
She became a habit,
A drug, a necessity from a luxury,
The warmth in my breath, the morning mist,
The pathway I know like the back of my hand, a cigarette at night,
Ever got this thought that maybe your life is a journey in space?
That you are starry material floating around with more starry material,
Seeking to satiate your affinity for similar starry material.
Days, months, years pass in the search for this bond,
And when you come in close contact with what you're seeking,
You form bonds and let your energy entangle with that other entity.
You get involved and eventually consumed by each other to exist as a new entity - inseparable and exquisite!
Moving to a new country is very much like an arranged marriage. You leave behind your mother (your home country) and settle with someone whom you don't know very well. Endless possibilities to explore with the caveat that the consequences of not liking their company can be dismal.
The thrill, that unpredictability of daily inferences bring, is worth the risk. Frequent reminders of the simple life by the mother surely makes adjusting with this new person a tad bit hard, but it also fuels curiosity. Curiosity to find out how this new person would react to your habits and hobbies. Again, by the same logic, a risk worth taking!
A little shayari to begin the day:
Ajab hi fitrat Hai mausam ki,
Kabhi pur-aman to Kabhi tufaani,
Sukoon Hai to iss baat ka
Ki Kam se Kam uss zaalim Ki Tarah
Raaz daar to nahi ye mausam
Whether I'm 9 or 29,
Whether I am 20 miles away from her or 20,000,
Whether it is early morning or late at night,
Whether I'm alone or with a bunch of friends,
I need her and she needs me!
Thank you mom for teaching me what love really means :)
‘Let’s have it in the balcony tonight’, he said.
‘But that’s what we did last week. Think of something more interesting. How about on the floor?’, she chimed in.
‘Nah! Gives me a backache. On the kitchen slab?’, He argued.
‘On the kitchen slab!’, She agreed.
Deciding where to have dinner was a rather interesting conversation in this household!
Sleepless when it snows!
The thin blanket guarding these two lovers from the rather thick blanket of snow which has engulfed the town.
A little disruption in the power and a mild disturbance with the Internet connectivity.
That was the moment they felt the most connected to each other.
Disconnected from the rest of the world but so much into each other.
The short period of darkness was enough for him to find where his hands would rest for the rest of the night. Snug fit.
His hands and her curves. Made for each other 🙂
An attempt at Urdu Poetry - this is dedicated to chai!
Kambakht sardiyon ne jab se Dastak di hai,
Meri ruhh bhi use gale laganay ko Tarasti hai.
Lekin wo nadaan ye nahi jaanti,
Aur anjaanon ko gale lagaye phirti hai. .
She wanted to sit by the beach. But, not just anywhere! At a place where the waves would wave at her but, not touch her. She, however, let the breeze hug her. Just as tight as she would’ve hugged him if the waves had not taken him away.
Everyday, she used to gaze at the waves. A murderous gaze. Grave.
The Unplanned Collaboration.
In collaboration with Aparajita.
Bangalore has a funny weather. Or should I say purposeful. It makes people, usually of the opposite sex, but not necessarily come together. When I talk about people coming together, I don't mean forming alliances or political parties. I think you know what I mean!
Somewhat similar is the story of this handsome, but shy protagonist of ours. A clumsy, carefree yet charming young guy in his mid twenties, battling the boredom that his techie corporate life is. One of the ways to 'kill the boredom' is by smoking a cigarette - A sin which he religiously commits. Perhaps this is the reason for his rather lonely life. I mean he has fri...
I just wish.
No, not just wish, i long.
I long I was the ocean! Wild and free.
I long I was a bird! Uncivilised but unbounded.
I long I was the mountain! Nightly yet humble.
I long I was the firefly! Carefree and amusing. I
I long I was the Sun! Regular and essential.
I long I was the breeze! Unguarded yet bold.
I long I was the fire! Warm but dangerous!
I long I was a child! Alive and carefree.
I long I was a part of nature! Stationary yet immortal.
He thought of her as a shy girl, initially when they started talking. Took some effort to break the ice as well. But, once they got talking, she let him peek inside her mind through her eyes. That's when he realised that's she is super-frickin-crazy. Just the way he prefers her.
In the act, however, he got bruised because he got too close to her, physically. And mind you this dusky dove doesn't believe in peace, but vulgar display of affection. It is like playing with a flame. It starts timid and tiny, but it feeds on the air and warmth and can engulf you if you get too close. The brave-heart that he is, has decided to submit himself to her completely! Burning passion, just how he wants thin...
A few ups and downs,
A few rough patches and some smooth ones,
Areas of perfection and imperfection,
The destination though - eternal bliss!
A lesson about life?
Nah! Just talking about the curve of her waist!
A few days back someone asked me if I knew what madness is. I had no answer at that time to satisfy the inquisitive mind of the person.
But, spending time with my self, I think I know the answer now. Madness is a subjective word. For some, it is the restraint which disallows them to be social everyday.
For the rest, it is the compulsion of socialising.
The latter come across as mad men and women to the former. However, vice versa is untrue.
So, the next time someone calls you mad, ponder over it and think which side you're on :)
Spread it on a wooden board, taut and unwrinkled
Pour a few fresh drops of colour,
Perform constructive sorcery with the paintbrush
Erase the remnants from the canvas
That's how artists bring disremembered paintings to life.
And that's how the kindest of people bring joy to tormented hearts.
The darkest shade of the black is her hair,
Her skin, a mix of white and pink - oh so fair!
Blues from the oceans float in those eyes,
Those gown glazed in the prettiest of dyes!
Pastel pinks decorate her skin like ornaments,
This holy view like a Sacrament.
Scarlet red are those lips smeared with lush,
How, tell me how do I deny having a crush?