सुख की सार्थकता...

FREEDOM IS …

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit………..

From GITANJLI……….

                                “Ravindra Nath Tagore”

स्वेद की बूंद

स्वेद की बूंदें,

यूँ टिकी थी माथे पर,

स्वर्णिम श्रृंगार हुआ हो जैसे|

सूरज की किरणे भी,

ढूंढ़ती हों  जैसे,

अपना बिम्ब उन्हीं  में|

हवा थी कुछ मंद सी,

और खेलती थी उन बूंदों से,

खेल लुका छिपी  का|

बनती बूंदों  को मिटाना,

फिर बनते देखना,

उन स्वर्णिम स्वेद बूंदों को|

कभी बादल भी आ जाते,

हवा के साथ और तब,

मचल सी उठती किरणे,

खोता देख अपना इन्द्रधनुष|

पर इन सबसे बेखबर,

वह तो थी मगन,

लगन से जतन से,

अपने श्रम में|

हाँ कभी कभी,

निहार लेती थी,

अपने दुधमुहे बच्चे को,

खेल जो रहा था वहीँ,

पास क्रेन की छाँव में|

madhulika: ज़िन्दगी.......

madhulika: ज़िन्दगी.......: "अधूरे मिलन की आस है ज़िन्दगी . सुख -दुःख का एहसास है ज़िन्दगी .. फुर्सत मिले&nbs..."

ज़िन्दगी.......

अधूरे  मिलन  की  आस  है  ज़िन्दगी .
सुख -दुःख  का  एहसास  है  ज़िन्दगी ..
फुर्सत  मिले  तो  ख्वाबो  में  आया  करो
...आपके  बिना  बड़ी  उदास  है  ज़िन्दगी

उदास दिल .........

दिल  उदास   है  बहुत  कोई  पैगाम  ही  लिख  दो
तुम  अपना  नाम  ना  लिखो , गुम -नाम  ही  लिख  दो

मेरी  किस्मत  में  ग़म -ए -तन्हाई  है  लेकिन
तमाम  उम्र  ना  लिखो  मगर  एक  शाम  ही  लिख  दो

ज़ुरूरी  नहीं  की  मिल  जाए  सुकून  हर  किसी  को
सरे -ए -बज़्म  ना  आओ  मगर  बेनाम  ही  लिख  दो

ये  जानता  हूँ  की  उम्र  भर  तनहा  मुझको  रहना  है
मगर  पल  दो  पल , घडी  दो  घडी , मेरे  नाम  ही  लिख  दो

चलो  हम  मान  लेते  हैं  की  सज़ा  के  मुसतहिक़  ठहरे  हम
कोई  इनाम  ना  लिखो , कोई  इलज़ाम  ही  लिख  दो

उधार २५ रुपये का ............

A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.

SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'
MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.
SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'If you must know, I make   Rs.50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow Rs.25?'

The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..

The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.25.00 and she really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.
'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long
day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs.25 you asked for.'

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching 
under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.

'Mummy, I have Rs.50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?

Please come home early tomorrow.
I would like to have dinner with you.'
The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, 
and she begged for his forgiveness.

We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent 
some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that Rs.50 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could
easily replace us in a matter of hours.But the family & friends we leave behind
will feel the loss for the rest of their lives