My first bundle of Joy

Not the best time to write this.. the bundle of joy is not very joyful at this point in time...

But wont wait longer... cant wait longer

I am a proud father... have a son who has really brought a new dimension to life... in some ways has extended the boundaries of what life can be what it could be....thats probably the sprinkle of extreme happiness and sweetness which life showers from time to time...

He for sure is a "Bundle of Joy" and i mean literally... "Bundle of Joy" in my view is one of the few occasions when words describe the feelings beautifully.

He is the first kid i have but not my first bundle of joy.... that title solely belongs to someone else... someone equally sweet... my wife

She has been the center of life... for 4 years ... on this fateful day

Like a kid she is always full of life.... She lives life like a beating heart - always alive always living. Sometimes she looks like a small little girl  engrossed in a swamp of too too many chores....

she lives life from heart... buy something if the heart says... throw it away if the heart says... dont think too much is what she always says to me

and then there is a second dimension of her and thats called... unconditional love... if anyone wants to know and understand what love is in real practical sense she is one person to observe...unchallenged un-questioned

to some extent its like God or like sun and moon who without fail each day come and share there light without fail...even when there are clouds they do come in... and do the best from their side...

and the way she takes care of the little one... i mean he can grow up and stand up to me and ask.. Dad what were you doing .....

She will be happy she will be angry ... she will be sad but surely she will be something and thats what keeps my life running ......

~ Love

jehda sade sab tu nede

Generally a few lines....


Koi kise de dil vich vasda, vin boliya koi sab kuch dasda


ruh naal ruh kise di juddi,par asa ki kehnde hazoor vai


jehda sade sab tu nede,oh vi sathon door si

Ek nikki jehi kudi

Ek nikki jehi kudi

Lai paranda jo turi

Has has nache tappe

Meri nire mithe di pudi…

Kam koi jad aave

Unhu dekh dil muskave

Oh kahe kardo bas jaldi

Bas akh jhamke ho jave

Main puchan kiven ji kariye

Thoda sochan nu sah laeye

Oh kahe mainu nahi je pata

Main na rukna bas ratta

Eh beejan jehi zindagi

Naal jaan jehi jiven judi

Ki akhan mere doston

Mithe nire mithe di pudi….

Oh jado jado muskave

Dil nu thand jehi pave

Te jad oh ho je udaas

Mus jave sab kuch aas paas

Jive Rab mode piya

Mere pichle janam di udhari

Oh te sahan tu vi need

Oh hai jaan tu vi pyari

Mithe amrit di nehar

Khilkhila mere val mudi

Langhi jad dil de vichon

Janma janma lai oh judi

Rab meher kare Rab khair kare

Meri nikki jehi kudi

Nire mithe di pudi

Nire mithe di pudi……

eh chardi jawani kidhar ja rahi hai

eh chardi jawani kidhar ja rahi hai

eh husno diwani kidar ja rahi hai

roko ve roko mere rehnumao

eh khasma nu khani kidar ja rahi hai.

aj ranjhe kirae te le k heera

isqe di chadar kari jaan liran

hotel de bele churi khwa k

majhian charani kaidar ja rahi hai.

urdu te hindi punjabi nu bhulgi

english di foki banawat te dulgi

thanks te sorry da chashma chadha k

sukria meharbani kidae ja rahi hai.

ik o vi jawani si mere kadardano

sab kush lutaya jine si jawano

o gobind de lalan ne mur mur ni jamna

eh shambo nishani kidar ja rahi hai

marjane maana jawani ton bachke

bade tir khade tu naina de kashke

kis kis mor ton murna hai aa k

pata nahi kahani kidar ja rahi hai...........

Yuon Hota To Kya Hota...

Na Tha Kuch To KHUDA Tha,

Kuch Hota To Khuda Hota

Kitni asaan yeh zindadig hoti

gar jahan mere man se yeh chala hota

par kya hota gar mere man hi ko

na kabhi bhi aisa laga hota

Kya maloon kya hota gar

jo na hua woh na itna khoobsoorat laga hota

Arzoooo mudaatoon tak reh jaati hain abhi

gar na arzooo na mudaat jaisa yeh labz hota

Kai martaba mehboob khuda se shikayat ki

sab hai.... woh bhi gar diya hota

Hoi Mudat Ke Ghalib Mar Gaya,

Par Yaad Aata HayWo Har Baat Pe Kahna Ke

......Yuon Hota To Kya Hota

Yuon Hota To Kya Hota

Sometimes.....

Sometime I feel life is so tuf and I am soo ignorant.. may be still living in dream world where 2 and 2 can make 5.. things are simple straight forward...


Why does my love always fall short of miseries of my loved ones... why does anybody I love have to get sad...it means i have not loved them enuf....so bad of me....so weak of me.... now God made me to that level of incompleteness.. what can I do
May be thats his way of saying... u r a man and I am a God and there is a lot of difference..... but still ill ask him to give happiness to all the loved ones... or atleast not give them sorrow

u know what God ji there is no one else i can ask this from no one at all...i might be bad i might be wrong..... help me improve.. help me get better.. but please give all the happiness to the people i love and help me love them so much that they are never Sad.. never ever...

asi alhadpane vich ainven akhan laa baithe.......

Sometimes i really pity the way life works... u grow intelligent ... more of that and then u r dumb...

life always proves to be better than u smarter than u... 

Ever heard the silence ....it has lots to say... what does a new born know about the world... nothing.. he know nothing understands nothing.. and then he grows smart .... all the innocence lost .. for what use ... really dont know...

which way is the world acutally heading.... the simplicity of life lost .... and a lame excuse ..life is so complex

used to be a time when there was no tv ... radio sounded soo sweet.... so exciting... India the land where there is no 24 hrs electricity... but where elese do u get the pleasure of going to roof top with ur dad... to make arrangements for sleeping in the sweep of natural wind stream... and when on one of the lucky days the heavens start pouring... deciding when to loose the luv for staying in bed against getting wet....... heaven is what its callled

running we all are... to make life easier .. more of more things.... but there should be something more to life than just earn everything.... there ought to be....

used to be a time... when shyness of gals had its weight in Gold.... a trait which used to find its place in verses poems and sher... and now..... we definately have lost something...

In times to come there may be another heer and ranjha ... but wud there be people who could appreciate the delicacies ....... the purity of feeling ....

Life used to be soo simple.... a jalebi could get u back home... and now even a crying mom cannot...
hence i pity life ... for loosing all it could cherish all that was Gold all that was simple all that was worth living for worth dying for... get clever my dear .. but someday sometime someone will turn cleverer smarter than u can imagine May God bless u .... 

asi alhadpane vich ainven akhan laa baithe
dil bekadaran naal laa ke kadar gava baithe....