Vintage Point

While walking on the road back home,she was pretty excited and careful than usual at the same time. There was a mix of sad and happy tears forming on the brink of her eyes,its funny how emotions play with our lifes.Something which was of no importance to her yesterday made a great difference today.She was getting constant flash backs of a certain day, Certain turn of events. The day was not a long time back but just 20 days before, her husband had asked her to get ready and planned to have dinner outside.Tomorrow was a work day so she planned to pack her books according to the lectures tomorrow.As soon as she opened her almirah to take the books out,she realised that the books were torn and nibbled from the sides. The shredded pieces of paper were put together inside a corner of the almirah ever so neatly,contrary to the lady's anger. Those were the books she had purchased of her hard earned money and there they were..Destroyed by a mere Mouse. Her frustration knew no bound...

Zindagi me halat chahe jo bhi ho, tum saath do to kuch baat ho Zindagi me jasbaat chahe jo bhi ho, tum saath do to kuch baat ho. Tum saath do, to kuch baat ho Tum saath do to lambi raat ho. Un raaton me barsaat ho, Barsaat me mulakat ho. Mulakat me izhaar ho, Izhaar me ikraar ho! Ikraar me takraar ho, Muddo par inkaar ho. Tum ruth jao mujhse aur ankho me khumaar ho. Tumhe manau tum maan bhi jao, itna to pyaar ho! Roz subah hum uthe to Suhane Din ki shuruwat ho,Haath me ankhbaar ho, Ankhbaar me samachaar ho. Samachaar me sawaal ho..sawalo ke jawab ho. Jawabo me tum kho jao, to mujhe tumhara intezaar ho. Uthkar tum mere paas aao, paas aakar muskurao, Phir hasi ki chhankaar ho,haste haste mai tumko dekhu to..bas yahi hakdaar ho.. Ki zindagi me tumhare saath khushiya beshumaar ho! 

There he was standing on the dice,dressed in an armani suit,just as he wished. The red tie on his black waistcoat looked as if it was meant to be for him. He had the same amount of charm when compared to the day i saw him last. Nearly 6 years ago. I saw him at the airport last,that day too he was wearing a black attire. Though he had a nike cap on his head to top it off. That day, it was the city that separated us,this day it was his wedding. Standing on the dice that was aesthetically decorated with pink flowers,the couple looked pretty. Wearing a peach saree as i was walking towards the dice to wish him good luck i could sense what he must be thinking while he watched me coming closer and closer,after all i was not invited for his reception party. I just happend to be there because i made a promise to him that i will attend his wedding and he promised too,to receive me hand in hand.And as usual he failed, misreably! All i could see was a face of disbelief and dissatisfac...

A man near my neighborhood would go on walks early in the mornings,as early as 4 He had developed a liking towards stones that would resemble a certain shape,a certain design, a certain character. He would come back by 6 and show the stone to everyone in the family and also to the neighbours at times.  He developed an intense passion for collecting the stones and highlighting with paint brush on them, what he would see.  Maybe a Bird, a flag or something. One day,I could hear him calling out for people to help him push a huge rock inside his house,when asked he told them this rock has an image of Sai embarked in it.  People called him stupid and several names ,but ultimately helped him push the rock forward. He was pretty satisfied seeing the rock inside the Veranda of his house. His elder son asked him how did he managed to push forward the rock till the front of their house alone,the man told him that he used to push it forward inch by inch everyd...

Standing in the balcony,looking deep down from the 8th floor.She felt heaviness in her hands as if she was holding onto a lot of things that needed to be thrown from the very same balcony As soon as possible.She tilted her head downwards and looked on the floor beneath, empty and alone as her Soul. Though she could see herself playing on the ground and plucking flowers from the plant near the red car stands and her father would play football with her in the evenings too. Such happy memories! But right now, all that made sense to her was the emptiness crashing down on the floor. She felt really confiscated with all that she had been holding onto since quite sometime now. At 2:30 midnight, the quiteness made her sadder,made her realise much more about the voice she had been missing. The date said 7th October,her Father's birthday.But it was not the usual thing this time.She looked up in the Sky to the brightest star and wished "Happy Birthday", Just about last ...

Wo thaka haara hua roz raat ko usi bench par jaake baith jata hai, Jahan se usne din me aate jaate logon ko dekha hoga.. Aaj bhi farsh thanda hai,aaj bhi tan nanga hai. Zameen ki dhool aksar naak me ghus jaati hai uske.. Bada se har pal badbu ati hai uske.. Kisi bandhe hue time table ki tarah,khane me kachre ki rotiyan,chips and biscuit milte hai use. Paani to bahot hota hai Station'o par,magar khareedna padta hai,par rupaiyo aur uski dosti utni hi gehri hai jaise ram ki ravan se hogi! Boond boond ki talab aur Mohtaazi saath me chalti hai, Ha!Baarish ho jaaye to thoda chain padta hai,badan aur gala dono dhul jaate hain. Rehne ko ghar,khane ko ann aur peene ko paani, Bhale hi mushkil se mil pate hain.. Par aaraamfehmi bahot hai usme! Shayad baithe baithe hi pura din nikaal de,use chinta nahi hoti na,hamari tarah..Ghar,Daftar aur Bhook ki! Bhale hu bolne me wo humse piche ho par Soch me wo humse kaheen zyada aage hai, Na kisi ke rang se faraq padta hai na kisi ...

Subah ke paune 5 baje,jab mai ghar se nikli. Ghana andhera tha baahar bhi aur bheetar bhi. Jo mai karne ja rahi thi janti thi ki mujhse nahi hoga. Par jo mai karna chahti thi janti thi ki aise hi hoga.. Ghar par sab theek tha aisa dikha rahe the mujhe,par maa royi thi aur papa soye na the. Paani sirf baadalo se tapak kar dharti par nahi pad raha tha. Har ek bund mere man ko bhi gila kar rahi thi. Kuch aage badhne par paas se guzarti ek train bhi meri gaadi se race lagane lagi thi. Usko kahi jaane ki jaldi thi shayad, Shayad koi dusri saheli train uska intezaar kar rahi thi. Theek waise hi jaise patti ke is paar mai intezaar kar rahi thi un mauko ka jo shayad Zindagi degi mujhe. Ha....bas yahi sochke kal baste me saamaan bhara tha maine aur raat bhar mere is faisle par baarish hui thi. Sochna mushkil hai ki barish kisi ki sehmati se hui thi ya mujhse gussa tha mere chhat ka aasmaan,chhod kr jo ja rahi thi usko. Ghar se niche utri to wo kutta jise mai roti khilati thi,usne ...

Just yesterday,I was looking myself in the mirror and thought " Do i always have to look like this? ".How can i be so comfortable in what i look like?,when the obesity is cracking up your head since you were 1! Its not that i haven't done anything about it,its just that i have failed miserably many a times.But the important part is I fail, I do not quit..am not sure if its the first step to success but it really is a reality check to how badly you want to be a successful story! Now the story starts when i was a year old, someone gifted me a very pretty red frock. My mom tried to fit me into it as i was being taken for a photoshoot,everything was pretty fine till we reached there. As soon as i was made to sit on a chair there was a shrieking sound of the zip being forcefully open apart.There was pin drop silence in the room,i could see all the lights flickering into my eyes and not to forget my pretty red frock was torn. The shoot was cancelled obviously. Afte...

Ek din jab mai apni notebook ke piche waale panne par kuch gol gol lakire khich rahi thi,to tum yaad aa gaye.. Yaad aye wo saare vaade jo tumne haath thaam kar kisi shaam mujhse kiye the. Jab tum kaha karte the,mere bina tumhari zindagi utni hi adhuri hai jaise chand ke bina aasmaan,shayad bhool gaye the tum ki Aasmaan kisi ek din bina chand ke bhi hota hai,jise amaavas kehte hain.Hoti ek hi raat hai..par kaali aur lambi.. Theek usi amaavas ki tarah,ek din aisa hi hamare rishte me bhi aya aur tumne mera haath chhod diya! Shayad bhool gaye the tum ki ye haath sirf tumhe thaamne ke liye hi bane the,us din aisa laga jaise tum akele nahi gaye,palat kar jab tum jaane lage to tumhare paao ke saath mere paao ke nishan bhi the.. Kabhi pucha nahi tumse ki tum wapas aoge kya? Mere haath ab bhi khali hain.. Inko dekhkar aisa lagta hai jaise inki lakire to mitayi ja sakti hain par tumhara naam nahi! Bas yahi soch kar roz apne daftar se tumhare daftar tak ka safar karti hu,tumhe kaam kar...

Raat ki tanhaai ka asar kuch zyada hai.. Tumko humse kuch masle zyada hain, Bikri karti hai har roz meri soch tere naam se.. Tere naam ka bhaar mere naam se kuch zyada hai.

Inside the classroom of Mahindra Banking Classes,I saw her sitting in the first row, as excited as a child who sees a Balloon . Her long earrings touching her collar bone and hair braided in a bun,she was the first one to enter the class i guess, and i was late as usual.I kept looking at her till a voice struck my ear. Sarthak, You are late again!? The direction of my eyes instantly shifted towards the whiteboard and there stood the horror of my dreams..the maths teacher.She asked me again in a Strict manner"Why r u so late?" This had not happened for the very first time, but today it was more than just humiliating.I gave her a Sorry look and started to walk towards the second last bench, i had all the eyeballs barring one. The only one i wanted...with a low face i sat down on the second last bench, alone.I could not solve a single Numerical that day.All i kept looking at was the girl sitting on the front bench.Finally, the class got over and everybody started to leave...

This story is about the times when i wasn't even born. In 1993,my family went on a visit to Kedarnath,the temple of Lord Shiva.And is situated over the himalayan range which is obviously very difficult to travel.On top of that my mother was down with 103 degrees fever. Regardless of that,she still took bath in the holy spring water and was prepared for the Darshan.Standing in the line of hundreds with Dadi and Papa she almost passed out but was determined to see the Aarti infront of her eyes.Panda's came her way who offered her direct darshana if in exchange of some money but she refused.After hours of standing in the line,as soon as it was her turn to offer prasaad to the Lord,the curtains were down.And they were told ti visit the temple after 4 days! Agitated,everybody walked away and my mother sat outside the temple,sobbing.No one was able to console her,she started saying things and cursing her God.According to her it was just a piece of stone sitting inside now.Sudde...

Its 3:45 pm and I am sitting on the sofa,just 5 Minutes before I wen to my study room,took my laptop,pressed the ON button and decide to write about something that happend yesterday.So,yesterday was in contrast of what I am doing right now,there was no sofa to sit on but a train berth.Added to it was a cup of chai and 2 samosas Love,isnt it? Yeah,this much pretty. The train was 5 hours late and i was tired.But the lady next to me was considering herself the next Miss Universe,She had applied uncountable coats of lipstick since the last hour and Powder was her best friend i believe. You see.. Then She took out her suitcase from under the berth,put it on the berth,opened it and took out a new silk saree. She went to the washroom and returned after 15 minutes wearing it.I must say she looked really good in that red saree with a golden border. Yea,this  pretty!  I gave her a smile and she returned back one.She again sat down next to me,suitcase stil...

Before starting to blog,a very important question that demands an answer is,Who Am I?.To start off,my name is Pankhuri Nigam hailing from Kanpur,Uttar Pradesh.Have done a decent amount of education and still doing it.. Well,I was in Mumbai for the year,2017.The city of dreams,the city of wishes.Honestly Speaking,it taught me a lot..i have heard it never sleeps..witnessed it too..things that signify Mumbai are Local trains and Rains,Believe you me,you get your half of the stories either in trains or rains. Or sometimes..both. And very recently While travelling from Kandivali to Dadar i discovered that maybe i could write!,So i got down into Dadar purchased a very classy diary which says "Everyday is an Adventure" Pretty fancy,right? Just by looking at this diary,i felt as if Chetan Bhagat had entered into my body. Yes,imagination ka level!! So,the very night i sit down to write something it was 10:15pm,half an hour later the page was still blank and the eyes...