Wednesday, August 22, 2007

This is all about friendz and folks ....

ਦੋਸਤੋ,
ਦੋਸਤੀ ਕਰਨੀ ਬੜਾ ਅਸਾਨ ਹੈ ਪਰ ਨਿਭਾਉਣੀ ਬੇਹੱਦ ਔਖੀ। ਸ਼ਾਇਦ ਇਸੇ ਲਈ ਲੋਕ ਦੋਸਤੀ ਤੋਂ ਛੇਤੀ ਹੀ ਤੌਬਾ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਦੇ ਹਨ ਅਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨੂੰ ਸੀਮਤ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਦੇ ਹਨ ਸਵਾਰਥ ਦੇ ਰਿਸ਼ਤਿਆਂ ਦੇ ਸੌੜੇ ਘੇਰੇ ਦੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਤੀਕ।ਜੇ ਮਤਲਬ ਹੋਵੇ ਤਾਂ ਦੋਸਤੀ, ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਰਾਮ ਰਾਮ ...ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਬਹੁਤ ਵੱਡੀ ਹੈ ਪਰ ਦੋਸਤ ਕਿੰਨੇ ਘੱਟ। ਸ਼ਾਇਦ ਇਸੇ ਲਈ ਦੋਸਤ ਅਨਮੋਲ ਹੁੰਦੇ ਹਨ।
ਰੱਬਾ, ਯਾਰਾਂ ਦੋਸਤਾਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਸੱਭੇ ਖੈਰਾਂ ਹੋਵਣ, ਜੁਗ ਜੁਗ ਜੀਵਣ।
ਆਮੀਨ!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Golden Circle

I often call my friends group golden circle. The times I share with my friends is the only useful time. Rest in life is nothing.
I remember when I was a student of Govt. College Talwara. I had those the best friends. I have another friends now, no doubt, they are very nice, caring, loving... But I those were those, just unparallals.
Among my college time friends, there was Pamma, Beant, Billa, Jailly, Bodh Raj, Naresh, Matru and many more. We used to go on picnic at nearby View Point hilltop. From there we could enjoy the panoramic view of our city and magnificant mountains all around. On a clear day, we could see the farthest places. We felt like birds. Flying all the time in our own skies...
Now all of my friends are busy in their oun lives. Beant is in Jalandhar, Billa in Bhogpur, Pamma in Brahmpur, Bodh Raj in Chandigarh, yes Jailly is here in Talwara.
Time has separated us.
Time has compensated us with new people, new life.
I am thankful to God for blessing with such a beautiful and contented life.
May all my friends live long!
coz, friends are just golden... nay.. they are more than any precious element.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Those Golden Days

Sometimes I consider my previous life as the Golden Days. Then all of sudden I feel today is my Golden Day. I should enjoy my life right now, this moment. However, it is true I cant change a lot of things around me. Manifold decays in several layers of our society which seems fully drawn in the ghasty seven sins, including me of couse... perhaps.
Those golden days were good. I had many cool friends at school then at college. School life was somewhat restricted and innocent and then came college. There again I developed thin veil of self morality, ethics and I used to saw things through that veil. The vision I got was like a drunkard's vision, full of fancies, imaginations, thrills, ambitions... I start writing for newspapers frequently and I had many good friends via my writings. Those pen friends used to write letters and I answered all. Dialouge was deep, phillosophic. Among those penpals, Parvinder Singh Kittna was very actively writing letters with literary touch. We continued writing letters to each other for over many years and during these days we never met, never talked (as phones were not popular those days)
One day I recieved a letter from him in which he informed me about his proposed visit to me. He had to take part in College festival. The came. We both were quite excited. How would I recognize him. I didnt know how he looks. The festival was in full swing. I was restless to see my friend. Then someone put his hand on my shoulder and asked 'Samar?' There he was, a good looking impressive personality. We left the function and gossiped a lot at home. Then he departed. It happened a decade ago. We never had a chance to meet again. Now sms has taken place of letters. Actually letters were ceased even earliar as we both had been quite busy in our lives. Today we just make a call and chat. But the charm of those letter writing is no more.
Those were really golden days.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

The World Without Fear

Hi,
Sometimes I feel highly disturbed when I hear terrorism, bloodshed. And that too, in the name of God!
I suppose we are living in a divided world. This scene is to be changed. Peace must prevail. We have the right to live freely, but without hurting others
I think a forum is required to improve the hell.
Let's create a world full of love, friends, flowers, colours, joy, songs, and everything to serve the Cause.

Today. Yes it is today to act.