when in school...thought will enjoy in collage..there will be no boundations....when in collage..I thought..once I get a job..the financial freedom will let me do what I want....
...Here I am... sitting & missing my gud ol days...my school days....my childhood...
.....why does it happen that we never enjoy & respect what we have & always crave for something which is futuristic while what we really want & what we can really enjoy is TODAY...
The first four lines of this poem have been running in my thoughts for last 3-4 years ...
Chalta Chal tu Chalta Chal… Chal Achal ko Le ke Chal.
Hath Main na Hath ho… Gar na Koi Sath ho.
Soch Na Tu Chalta Chal…
Chal Achal ko Le ke Chal.
Aandhiyan to Aayengi… Ghanghor ho ke Chayengi.
Deep Hai Tu Jalta Chal …
Chal Achal ko Le ke Chal.
Swapn jo hai Pure kar… laga de Unko Mann ke Par
Aasma main Udta Chal…
Chal Achal ko Le ke Chal.
Aaj hi to hai woh pal… Naap le yeh Jal, yeh Thal
Soch Teri hai Atal…
Chal Achal ko Le ke Chal.
Ab to na Rukunga main… Ab to na Jhukunga main
Hosle jo hai Buland… Ab to jo ho… Chalta Chal.
Chal Achal ko Le ke Chal.
