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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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I saw her in a dream last night, after such a long time.
She was texting me, I was texting her back. She said something about the past and I replied we will talk about that later in detail. I wanted her to know I was still angry that she had stopped talking to me.
I asked her to be with me for some time. I picked her up from her home. We were together somewhere. There were so many things to talk. She had been long gone from her home without the knowledge of her parents. Before I had the chance to say something the police came and took her away..her parents had been searching for her.
She was crying when she left. I wiped her tears..
The moment I awoke with a start the dream was so fresh in my mind. My brain had the full flashback of everything. I had buried the memories for so long. Now that they were so clear and near, so stark, now that I was face to face with a part of myself that I had been ignoring from the last five months, now that I remembered her again, the minutest details, the pieces of our conversations... I was at the virge of tears. I somehow controlled myself..
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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Something is missing in life
because of someone I lost,
I try to laugh at everything I see
still I know that I miss her a lot.
She's like a sunshine who used to brighten up my day
with just a text she would send a smile on my lips,
I miss her a lot now that she is gone
when she used to nag me, i never told her this.
An angel I met by chance somehow,
a coincidence forever changed my life,
she came like a stranger, a random girl,
and went like a princess who changed my world.
Through dark we used to chat through nights
through giggles some nights we spent on call
she would fight wid me at times a lot
still when she would go, she used to say i'll miss all..
A day never passes when I dont think about u
& I have no intentions of clarifying my intentions to u
a relation undefined, a friendship too sweet
and just know : u r there.. forever in my dreams...
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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This blog is not about the actress Sonam, but a girl who became one my closest friends in a matter of months & then I completely lost her. Most people would find it stupid, but I came in contact with her through a chat site and later added her on facebook. She lives in the same city, but we never met.
Our chats started last summer holidays when I had just moved to 12th standard. We used to chat whole night, leaving off around 6 in the morning. Then our schools reopened, but we still used to keep in contact through texts and fb. I always remarked that she looked a lot like Sonam Kapoor, and that used to annoy her a lot. Apparently she dint like the actress.
From text to phone calls within a short time, and back in diwali and december holidays we would often talk throughout the night on call. I had a strong liking for her, but never told her because I was afraid to lose her as a friend. Also, feelings just complicate it, it used to be much fun talking all kinds of foolish and funny things.
We would laugh on the most stupid things, and everything used to seem funny. I used to be happy all the time and would smile at everyone and everything in my way. Life was like it had never been. I felt like I had never been so alive.
We both had plans of going to DU. She is very hard working, and I always lacked hard work. We had planned that we'll be in the same city for college, that was enough incentive to inspire me. I studied non stop. Through day and through nights. My parents, friends, all were dazed at the drastic change in me. But all I saw while I studied was a good college in DU, and HER.
Well, thanks to her, my board exams were hell better than expected. All my exams were great except accountancy, on which I missed a lot of time and was unable to finish the exam on time.
I had expected she would call right as I reached home after my last exam, or at least a text, but there was no response from her side. We had planned to meet up after the board exams, but she dint contact me at all. I used to see her activity over facebook everyday, but she never messaged me there either. She was too busy with her friends.
I dint message her myself either, because she dint seem much interested. After a month, that is yesterday, she texted me. She was annoyed that I had not messaged her from a month, I was irritated by the same reason. So we couldn't talk very frankly like we used to before. She told me she likes a guy, her senior from school. That annoyed me even more and I talked a little rudely with her.
Just to make it up, I messaged her again at night to apologize. She did something I had never expected from her. She said its not good talking to guys at night, and from tomorrow on I wont reply after 12. Well now, I was just any guy. That just broke my heart.
Things wont be normal between us. I loved her as a friend with whom I could share anything, with whom I could be myself. I was happy, there was an ecstasy always bubbling inside me whenever I would talk to her. We actually used to laugh so much that our mouths would literally ache. Now its all screwed. I had once wrote her a poem during Diwali holidays :
I dont wanna ruin this thing right now,
& I dont wanna limit the things we do,
So forget all defination & all hesitations
cuz I just wanna talk all nyt with you..
Thats what I always feared. I knew feelings could seriously ruin that sweet friendship we had. I never wanted to define our relation. Now perhaps I cant be as frank with her as I used to be, I lost that part of myself which I loved the most. She wont be my Sonam anymore, either..
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Posted on
Saturday, October 13, 2012
1:40:50 PM
Modified on
Saturday, October 13, 2012
1:45:40 PM
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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Posted on
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
10:54:25 PM
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From
Nainy Sahani
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Posted on
Saturday, June 23, 2012
11:55:28 AM
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From
Dr.rashmi Salil Kumar
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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( I wrote this poem when I was in 11th grade. I was late at completing my notes, as usual, & as I was doing the work I suddenly had this urge to write a poem on my perpetual state of lagging behind in my school work, moreover on how beautiful the silence of night seemed. As I have come to realise, nights are best for writing poems ! )
Three hours past midnight,
it's still early in the morning,
it's dark outside the window,
no sound neither no shadow.
As if darkness speaks,
a ringing silence subsides,
it beats across my eardrums,
it dissolves into the night.
As I complete my notes,
changing pen now & then,
I leave my bed sheet stained
with marks of uncapped pens.
I curse myself & promise :
I'll be on time from now,
it's been the routine since
I am used to it somehow.
Where darkness hides the shadows,
and silence veils the life,
perfection is something uncanny,
punctuality is something I dislike.
Random pieces fall in order,
haphazard is the beauty,
there's no geometry in nature :
That is how I contend myself,
and work on through the night..
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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Second day of holiday, & I already feel marooned on an Island ! Mugging up throughout the month for every exam I only longed for one thing - a long break from studies, and now when I finally have it I wonder what to do ?? There's no fun in being idle !!
A mixture of emotions have grabbed me. Getting up every morning to stride to school might have seemed something that would go on forever, but now that's over and I stand at the fork, where I have no clue of where I imagine myself. In a way I am quite glad that my school life is over, I wasn't much of a high school hero and school was not my favorite place anyway.
At least my mind is free from chaos until the board exam results are declared, and till then I'll do what I call "chilling" : whole night chatting, earphones plugged 24*7, devouring whatever I can find and some desperate gymming ! I have also been planning on embarking on a novel from a long time, but I never write until something true strikes me deep within. So lets see if an inspiration comes knocking down my door !
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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I am not getting the "EDIT" option in my blog..y is dat hapenning ??
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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The king, Baadshah Khan, Don or Shahrukh Khan himself visited Bhopal yesterday to promote his upcoming movie Ra.One. The event was almost discreet - half the city had no idea that SRK himself was visiting the City of Lakes. The news spread like fire once SRK tweeted about his plan on his twitter account. I myself heard it from various mouths here and there, laughing incredulously at first, and then half hoping its true ! My friend called me day before yesterday night just before I was going to bed. He sounded hysterical as he said "Bhai Shahrukh kal Bhopal aa rha hai ! School mat ja !!" LOL. So that was it, another bunk from school, and reproaches from mom. I atleast had one thing to say in defence - "Mom, school to roz jate hain..Shahrukh roz nahi aega !"
SRK was going to arrive at the DB City Mall, and fans were allready huddled up around the mall hoping to see their King Khan; afterall, this was going to be his first visit to Bhopal ! Me and my friend were a part of THE CROWD, waitying for hours in the scorching sun. The security was rigid, and entry inside the mall was allowed on special passes issued to "special" people. Undoubtedly, we made a few calls, but as it goes "Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them ." Needless to say, "Koi dost kaam nahi aya !!"
Ridiculously, some people were still unaware that Shahrukh was coming, and stopped by to ask why the crowd had gathered !! Finally at around 5 in the evening, SRK arrived (we din't see him going inside the mall, we only realised when we see saw him on the screen perched up for fans). The mob went crazy : shouting, waving, jumping. SRK did a quick show : bits of dances on Chhammak Chhallo and a few other songs. Then the show ended soon after it had begun, and SRK vanisheed into thin air. I wistfully wondered how lucky the people inside the mall were, who got to see him in actual. We were all hoping he would come out once on the terrace or something and honour the fans with a look, but either he din't, or either we left before he did.
So we did not get to see SRK for real, still the feeling of his close presence and the mad crowd making us fully aware of SRK made it worth bunking the school ! It wasn't a big deal if we dint get to see him..cuz Don ka intezar to 12 mulko ki police kr rhi hai..par Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi.. namumkin hai !!
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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Toss and turn and tug at sheets
I try to get some sleep,
a bee in my bonnet is buzzing out loud
while tensions form a heap.
Can you believe I have my accounts tomorrow ?
or even that I am in 12th ?
Didn’t study a word and its 3 am
and I am thinking what the hell ??
All crazy-wild-fantastic thoughts
are flocking to my brain,
It’s not even the right time
and they are making me insane.
My new hairstyle-and a new bike-wishing a job in L A,
a girl next door and one in Indore-I wanna be a CA.
With brain full of buzz and eyes too sore
I wonder how I even rhyme ??
I jumped out of bed and switched on the lights
to write at this time of night.
My exam is anyway going to be a tragedy
and my report card is gonna weep,
So I climb back in bed as another hour chimes
why the hell cant I fall asleep ?? !!
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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Somewhere between my sleep
I hear rumbling of heavy wheels,
I sit bolt upright to see
Travellers of Night passing by.
They travel in caravans of carts,
an oil lamp swaying ominously for light,
they creep mostly unnoticed
through the silent night.
As I squint through my window
I wonder of the world where they go,
the blue moon guides their path ahead
the lamp illuminates the road below.
I have no clue of who they are,
yet they cross the road regularly at the same time of night,
like strangers meeting in a familiar way
after the sunlight washes away.
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From
Shaizal Qureshi
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To start with, I AM TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS MOVIE !! The movie is getting mixed reviews and many classified it as "pakau" and "boring" but I loved the movie. Maybe its because it starred two of my most favourite stars, but majorly because everytime I look at Sonam Kapoor it reminds me of a girl who looks exactly like her...and - am secretly in love with her. Well its not so much like love, I just like her too much. So watching Sonam throughout the movie strongly reminded me of this girl for the next 3 hours. Moreover, I like the concept. Its so much like my another favourite movie - "A lot like love".
Harry and Ayat meet over and over again with the course of time through a series of coincidences. Every time they separate the movie gets a little tragic, but <<(spoiler)>> they ultimately meet in the end very dramatically during the riot in Gujarat. I liked many scenes of the movie, my favourite being the one in which Sonam sings to Shahid - "abhi na jao chhorke, ke dil abhi bhara nahi". Man, that was soulful. The movie is slightly long but the songs and various locations keep it interesting. There is certainly lack of skilled editing, but Pankaj Kapoor has done a great directing.
My friend Nikhil and I went for the movie yesterday morning. I dint go to school, since our dussehra holidays are starting from today and everyone had already decided to take one more day off. Nikhil, on the other hand, was "double-bunking", if there's a term like that lol. He even bunked his coaching besides school. As a result we had to tag along his bag wherever we went, earning ourselves reproaching stares from everyone : If you see someone with a coaching bag hanging out early morning its obvious that they are on bunk.
So anyway, after watching Mausam, I feel like I OUGHT to have a lovestory like that !
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