Mera naam, meri pehechaan

Mujhe suraj na kehena,
Usmein aag hai.
Mujhe chaand na kehena,
Usmein daag hai.
Meri pehechaan mera naam hai,
Mera naam he meri pehechaan hai.

Mujhe phool na kehena,
Woh murjhate hai.
Mujhe shama na kehena,
Woh pighal jaate hai.
Kisi aur vastu se meri tulna na karna,
Mera naam he meri pehechaan hai.

Mujhe Devi na kehena,
Woh dikhti nahi.
Mujhe khushi na kehena,
Woh tikti nahi.
Inn se kya janoge mujhe
Mera naam he meri pehechaan hai.

Mujhe gurur na kehena,
Woh jhuk jaati hai.
Mujhe zindagi na kehena,
Woh tham jaati hai.
Jhukhna aur tikna meri fitrat mein nahi,
Mera naam he meri pehechaan hai.

Mujhe pracheen na kehena,
Woh purana hai.
Mujhe naya na kehena,
Usse toh abhi aana hai.
Jo main hu, so main rahungi,
Mera naam meri pehechaan hai.

Mujhe mausam na kehena,
Woh aate jaate hai.
Mujhe pawan na kehena,
Woh thehar jaate hai.
Theharne ki meri aadat nahi,
Mera naam he meri pehechaan hai

Mera Astitva

Main janmi lekar lakshmi ka roop,
Maa ki godh bhari,
Pita ji ki maan bani.
Par mera Astitva kahi chip gaya.

Waqt guzra lekar,
Mera naya janam.
Bani ardhaangini,
Chali nibhane saare kartavya
Par mera Astitva kahi dab gaya.

Fir waqt chala lekar kandho par pankh,
Hua ek aur naya janam.
Janani bankar chali mamta ka sagar lootane,
Khushiyaa aayi fir aangan mein.
Par mera Astitva kahi chut gaya.

Abh hu mukt sabhi rishto se,
Sabhi kasmo, sabhi rasmo se,
Abh vada kiya hai khudse,
Poora karungi har sapna,
Jo kabhi baccpan mein tha mera apna.
Abh banungi apna Astitva, apni pehchaan se.

Secret Santa

Jingle Bell... jingle Bell
Jingle all the way
Santa Claus is coming along
Riding on the way

Every individual recite this song in this season.
Christmas, celebrated on 25th of December every year with a great enthusiasm. On this day Jesus Christ was Born. Christmas is the sign of peace, joy, blessing and prosperity.

While everyone is busy in preparation and celebration, children hang their Christmas socks on window, hoping they'll receive present from their beloved santa.
Few get their gifts, few dont.
Few believe that santa Claus exist, few dont.
But, the point is....do Santa Claus really exist..??
According to me yes, Santa do exist and we all have our own santa. Infact,  we have a pair of santa. Yes, our Parents.

We all have one typical image of santa. Red cap, red coat, fat tummy, White Beard      old santa with his Cart. 

No matter if our parents dont represents our typical santa, but they are more than a santa.
We expect our typical santa to gift us only during Christmas. While our parents, our real santa gift us unconditionally throughout the year.

Everyone has its own santa. Few may found in parents, while few may found in siblings, friends etc.
Its just our point of view.

Merry Christmas..... i'm sure there is a santa waiting to gift you.

Maa tera pyaar

Hum tere saaye mein pale,
Hum duniya hai teri,
Hum hase toh tu hasi,
Hum rooye toh tu rooyi.

Humari khushi ke liye,
Tune din dekhi na raat.
Humare liye tune,
Aangan ko banaya gulistan.

Tere sanskaro par hum pale-bade,
Tere sang khele, tere sang jhume.
Humari tarakki ke peeche tere tera haath hai,
Kabhi na chute tera yeh anmol saath hai.

Tere inn haatho ne hume khana kheelaya,
Khud bhooki rahi par hume bhar-pet kheelaya.
Raat mein teri aanchal ne hume sulaya,
Neend na aayi toh teri looriyo aur kahaniyi ko humne bulaya.

Humse tu kabhi na hona durr,
Humse tum, tumse hum.
Hume rakkha hamesha tune apne palko ki chaao mein,
Kaamna yahi hai khushiya jhume teri jeevan ki naav mein.

Kaushalya ka pyaar aur yashoda ka laad,
Hamesha tujhmein nazar aaya hai.
Dhanya ho gye hai hum,
Jisne aisi Maa paya hai.

Zindagi

Zindagi woh hai,
Jo hume jeena sikhati hai.
Naye naye kisam ke khel,
Har din rachati hai.

Har din, har pal,
Chunautiyo se samna karati hai.
Aur khud he har musibat,
Ko maat dene sikhati hai.

Apno ka pyaar, dosto ka saath,
Inn rishto ke mullya se vanchit karati hai.
Chahe sukh ho, chahe dukh ho,
Dono ko samaan karna bhi batati hai.

Vidya ka gyaan, prakruti ka maan,
Inn sab ki ayehemiyat karna sikhati hai
Kisi anath bacche ko bhi,
Maa ki mamta samjhati hai.

Jeene ka har rang, jeene ki har bhali-bhaati,
Zindagi hume sikhati hai.
Itne saare gunn hokar bhi,
Apna baddap nahi jatati hai.

Mum-ba-aai

                             MUM-BA-AAI

                                 It is truely said that, Mumbai is mother of every mumbaikars. As we split it MUM-BA-AAI. Earlier my thinking was different. It was negative. As i read and heard few negative incidence. But, as it is rightly said "every coin has two sides. How can i neglet positive side of the place.

                              Mumbai is not my 'janam-bhoomi' but yes, it is my 'karam-bhoomi'. As i am growing up,  being matured and travelling alone in this "mahanagri', i am just falling in love with this place. 

According to me this city is very differnt and unique in its own way. Here, there is no particular caste, language, festival followed. Its all depended on ones own wish. Here one muslim person can celebrate Ganesh chaturti, a christians and follow rituals of pure month of Ramzaan, hindus wait for santa's gift.

 

Here, everyone play garba and participate in Ganesh visarjan. No one can say no to sheer khurma.Everyone is happy clelbrating christmas. 

 

                               Truely speaking, unity of this city is remarkable. This city never sleeps. There is no limitation of time for people who are dedicated to their work, from students to hte most successful businessmen. Here, local trains are the life line of this never resting city. One who knows system of local train, cam travel anywhere in this city.

 

                               This city dont fear from any natural calamities or terror attack. Next day everything will be normal for sure. MUMBAI KI BARISH, MUMBAI KE CHAAT, MUMBAI KA VADA-PAV are few unique tags for this city.

 

Mrines is awesom place for fresh air. Bandstand, seaface,juhu etc are few famous place. Bandra-Worli sea link have added extra beauty, while metro and mono rail are two developed mode of transport.

 

                             If we start describing this city then, amount of ink in sea and length of paper as big as sky will be short. How can i forget this perfect quote, "MUMBAI MERI JAAN"