Wednesday, December 19, 2012

To hell with you SAMSUNG aka COWDUNG

From Aanchal Dhara Madan:

Imagine the possibilities "OF HARASSING THE CUSTOMERS"

When Samsung came up with it's tagline, this Self proclaimed-dedicated-to-making-a-better-world-company, didn't realize they had left the tagline incomplete. The complete tagline for them should be Imagine the possibilities "OF HARASSING THE CUSTOMERS".

On November 6th, after two months of running pillar to post, I posted on Facebook about my handset's issues and the ridiculous response of the company to the same.

It's unbelievable how I'm still stuck with the same problem after four months of addressing it to the company. It was super foolish of me to have trusted the company once again. The Area Service Manager Jay Prakash, who blamed the Service Centre for the delay, assured me the replacement of the handset by Dec 2nd. Though he did say that he'd get back, once the things are sorted, but in meanwhile, decided to AVOID my calls or REPLYING to my messages and emails. After BANGING DOWN the phone while I was still on line!!! He also had the audacity to blame the delay in delivery on me as I was out of town, for work about which i had told him beforehand, which is why he promised me December 2nd as the delivery date!!!!

Current status is I'm unaware of the delivery date.

Mr. Jay Prakash told me that it was the Service Centre's fault for not taking up my case seriously and Samsung has nothing to do with it. Now, him being a Samsung employee, I guess the company very much has a meaty role to play in this.

SHAME ON SAMSUNG FOR
POOR COSTUMER SERVICE;

NOT SOLVING SIMPLE HANDSET ISSUES IN SPITE OF THE CONSUMER FRIENDLY CLAIMS;

BEING RUDE AND DISRESPECTFUL TO THE CUSTOMERS AND NOT ACCEPTING THEIR FAULTS;

NO FOLLOW-UPS WITH THE CUSTOMERS.

AND MOST IMPORTANT

FAILING TO UNDERSTAND THAT THEIR MONEY COMES FROM US...THE CONSUMERS...

I request y'all to share this post on your walls so that it opens their eyes and make them understand not to take the Consumers for granted.



Also, attaching the mail of the Area Service Manager, Jay Parakash...




Thursday, November 29, 2012

Kuchh karodon saal hue...

A Keyrun Rao original

Kuchh pal nahin hue tumhe gaye
Aisa veerana chhaa gaya hai ab
Samajh nahin aata hai yeh mujhe
Ke tum ab gaye ki shaayad tab

Kuchh karodon saal hue shaayad
Maine tumhe aakhri baar dekha tha
Shaayad itna waqt nahin beeta hai
Par hamesha tujhe maine socha tha

Saaye bhi kahin khoye se lagte hain
Jaane itne tanha hum kyon rehte hain
Tujhe toh maine maanga hi nahin tha
Phir tere liye kyon itna tadapte hain?

Kuchh pal nahin hue humko bichhde
Aisa lagta hai ke bas hum aaj lut gaye
Teri yaadon ke kuchh motiyaan aaj
Mere taqiye par phir se yun mil gaye

Kiski talaash hai...

A Keyrun Rao original dedicated to Manoshi Nath



Sab kuchh paa kar tanha hain,
Tumhe jaane kiski talaash hai
Main khud ko dhoondhta hoon
Tumhe aaj jaane kiski aas hai

Khud ko paaya tha mara hua
Jab tak usne nahin dhoondha
Aaj zinda hone ka ehsaas hai
Bas rooh thoda sa chhila hua

Talaash sab ko hi hai kisi ki
Kya paata hai koi khata hai
Jo bhala hai shayad bura hai
Sabka maalik bas Khuda hai

Maine toh jo bhi paaya hai
Samjha usko meri talaash
Jo na mila itna chaah kar bhi
Kabhi na hua main niraash

Kiski talaash hai socho toh
Tujh mein aur mujh mein
Qaid rehta hai har dum woh
Humein paana hai bas usko

Friday, November 16, 2012

Khayaali pulaao




A Keyrun Rao original

Dost jab khilaunon se khelte they,
Main khayaalon se kushti khelta
Kabhi main jeet.ta kabhi meri soch
Main hamesha yun tanha tehelta

Kabhi bol nahin paaya zyaada,
Kisi ki suni bhi nahin jaati thi
Sar ke andar ke shor se mere
Baatein bas dab ke reh jaati thi

Kuchh bade hue, to likhne lage
Meri soch syaahi mein ghul ke
Meri awaaz ki laathi ban ke
Alfaaz ban kar ab utarne lage

Akela hi rehta hoon, soch mein
Naye kirdaaron ki talaash mein
Kabhi beer mein, ya rum mein
Ek anjaan se kisi ke gham mein

Mere dost ab paise kamaate hain
Main khayaali pulao pakata hoon
Kahaniyaan, geet aur kuchh kisse
Isi mein apna ab waqt bitaata hoon

(Written for Sneha Khanwalkar)

Monday, October 1, 2012

Aur kya maangega re bande..,

A Keyrun Rao Original dedicated to Yash uncle's Jab Tak Hai Jaan...













Ek apaahij ko dekh kar kyon shukrguzaar hota hai,
Ek anpadh ke angoothe pe tu aaj bhi toh rota hai
Mat ro ke bataa ke tujhe kya mil gaya hai bande
Sab mila hai jisey, uske baare mein hi tu sochta hai

Aur kya maangega re bande, tere aansoo kahaan hain
Jitna bhi chhipa le tu, tere dard toh aaj bhi yahaan hain
Shaayad lahoo hi nahin bahaa hoga tera kuchh utna
Jitne saare ghaanv aaj bhi mere sard is seene mein hain

Tujhsa udaas koi nahin hai yahaan paar, aaj tu maan le
Tere ghaanv se gehra kisi ka nahin, aaj tu yeh maan le
Jitna zulm chaahe ho tujh pe, jhukna mat kisi haal mein
Chhoti si sabak hai par, yeh tu bas aaj kaise bhi jaan le

Aur kya maangega re bande, tere aansoo ab kahaan hain
Jitna bhi chhipa le tu, tere dard toh aaj bhi yahaan hain
Tera saaya rehta yahin tha, par tu aaj jaane kahaan hai
Ek jawaab chhod gaya tu, sawaal itne saare yahaan hain

Ghaanv tha toh kya, uski nishaniyaan bhi toh hain aaj
Saaye rahey tere, rehta hai un mein bhi toh tu hai aaj
Duur hai tu toh kya, baat aaj bhi teri hi toh rehti hai
Tanha reh gaya tha tab, bheed mein akela hoon aaj...

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Naye zakhm ki talaash hai...















A Keyrun Rao Original

Ghaanv bhar gaya hai ab, nishaan baaqi hain
Ishq ab dhal sa gaya hai, yaadein baaqi hain
Dard se dosti ho chali hai, ab jalta nahin hai
Tere bina aaj bhi meri yeh saasein baaqi hain

Naye zakhm ki talaash hai, ek naya sa dard
Dil aaj dhoondhta hai, phir ek naya ghaanv
Ek nayi maut, ek naye se saaye mein aaj bhi
Jaise ho koi aahat pehle ki teri koi baat sard

Sab theek ho chala, main muskaane laga tha
Ek naya sa chehra mujhe ab lubhaane laga tha
Dard se puraana rishta hai mera kuchh is tarah
Main aaj jaane usko kyon yaad karne laga tha


Naye zakhm ki talaash hai, ek naya sa dard
Dil aaj dhoondhta hai, phir ek naya ghaanv
Ek nayi zindagi, aur shaayad ek nayi shuruaat
Jaane aaj kahaan hai kiske saath woh bedard

Chaand dekha maine, aur kucch bikhre taare bhi
Tera aks ab bhi hai, chaahe jo ho nazaare bhi
Tanha toh kabhi mehsoos na kiya khudko maine
Kabhi saath tu tha, kabhi sang they nazaare bhi

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Mera aasmaan alag hai...

A Keyrun Rao Original dedicated to love stories that ended abruptly...













Badi  khoobsurat raat thi woh,
Jab tujhe chamakte dekha tha
Ek nayaab sa gehna hi thi tum
Maine toh chhoo ke dekha tha

Ek taara thi tum, mera aasmaan
Jaane kyon kuchh alag sa hi tha
Mera armaan thi tum, phir kyon
Tera jahaan jaane kuchh aur tha

Jab miley hum toh badi khushi mili
Tere bina bas gham ki mehfilein mili
Tere rehte khushiyaan thi kayin saari
Bin tere toh mujhe bas mayoosi mili

Mera aasmaan thi tum, aur taara bhi
Aaj kyon tum ho gayi ho itni ajnabi
Ghaanv hain aur saare yeh dard bhi
Aaj phir mujhe hai teri talab si lagi

Ek taara toota, ek dua aur maanga
Mera aasmaan alag hai toh kya hua
Teri khushi ke liye maine aaj phir se
Maangi maine khuda se ek aur dua

Mere aasmaan ka taara tum hi ho
Har ik pyaara sa nazaara tum hi ho
Meri jaan chaahe tum aaj le bhi lo
Har saans ki dhadkan bas tum ho

Monday, September 24, 2012

Jab tak hai jaan...

A Keyrun Rao Original dedicated to Yash uncle's forthcoming film...

Pehli baar tujhe udaas dekha tha,
Mere andar jaane kya marr gaya;
Tumne kuchh kaha bhi nahin mujhe
Jaane tab main kya samajh gaya

Tujhe rota hua kyon na main dekh paaya
Tujh mein dhoondha maine apna saaya

Tera dard maut se bhi zyaada laga mujhe
Teri baatein toh rooh mein ghar kar gayi
Ek aansoo tera behta hai jab kisi baat par
Ghayal kar deti hai woh khayaal mujhe


Tujhe rota hua kyon na main dekh paaya
Tujh mein hi toh hai mera yeh dil samaaya

Roshni mein bhi tujhe kuchh dikha nahin
Kisi bhi manzar par main mila bhi toh nahin
Kaise jataoon apna pyaar tujhko ab bataa
Hai yahin par tujhe jaane kaise pataa nahin


Tujhe rota hua kyon na main dekh paaya
Tujh mein bhi hai mujhsa ek adhoora saaya

Jab tak hai jaan, bas ek tera rahoonga main
Teri muskaan mein bhi khilta rahoonga main
Tere aansoo aaj bhi ghayal karte hain mujhko
Teri ummeed mein phir bhi zinda rahoonga main


Tujhe rota hua kyon na main dekh paaya
Tujh mein basta hai mera hi ek anjaan saaya



Sunday, September 23, 2012

Aaj bahut akela hoon...















A Keyrun Rao Original

Kuchh karoonga achhaa, ek muskaan toh laoongaa
Ek andheri raat mein, ik diya main bhi toh jalaoonga
Tere bina koi ummeed nahin, na hi koi meri jeet hai
Ek badi puraani si koi dhun aaj phir main sunaoonga

Aaj bahut akela hoon, bade zor se aaj main gaoonga
Mat suno mujhe, phir bhi meri kahaani main sunaoonga

Tum hi bataao mujhe, aaj yeh roshni kahaan se aayi hai
Yeh subah kahaan thi, aur yeh raat kahaan se aayi hai
Jagaao mujhe aur bataao mujhe, teri yaad kyun aayi hai
Chaand ki roshni mein, kaise aaj yeh tanhaayi paayi hai


Aaj bahut akela hoon, bade zor se aaj main gaoonga
Mat dekho mujhe, aaj phir wahi kahaani dohraoonga


Baadal hain, taare aur chaand bhi toh aaj yahin hain
Jaane kyon bas aaj tu mere aas-paas bhi nahin hai
Kitne sawaal aur jawaab sab mere aaine mein hain
Agar nahin hai koi, aaj bas tu mere saath nahin hai


Aaj bahut akela hoon, bade zor se aaj main gaoonga
Duur jaao mujhse, ek puraana zakhm phir dikhaoonga


Bheed hai, log hain, bas ek tu hi toh hai kahin nahin
Khwaab hai, saans hai, bas tera nishaan kahin nahin
Kyon itni duur hai tu, ke ho kar bhi tu kahin bhi nahin
Mera aasmaan tu hai, aur tu hi hai jaan le meri zameen


Aaj bahut akela hoon, bade zor se aaj main gaoonga
Jeete toh yahaan sab hain, ek maut main mar jaaoongaa

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Toote dil ki jhankaar...

Kuchh manhoos sa hi tha ek woh din mera
Kuchh khwaab tootey, sang mein mera dil
Kuchh meri saansein pighli, thoda aasmaan
Kahaan hai bataa chhupa hua aasmaan tera

Toote dil ke saaye mein, rehta hai ye saaya mera
Ujaalon mein dooba rahey, yeh andhiyara mera
Zakhm sookh bhi jaaye, behta hai mer laal rang
Chalta hai yun bebaak, jaise sab kuchh hai mera

Tujhe dekha toh ek jhankaar sunaayi di mujhko
Aise laga ke ek nayi raah mil gayi ho mere dil ko
Aaaj tum toh ho nahin, na hai teri koi parchhaayi
Ek gehra sa ghaanv jaise laga hai mere is dil ko


Toote dil ke saaye mein, rehta hai ek khwaab mera
Ujaalon mein khoya rahey, kyon yeh sawaal mera
Itne kadam teri taraf chaley, koi nishaan nahin hai
Tu hi bata ke kaun banega ab yahaan gawaah mera


Kuchh manhoos sa hi mera ek pal tha woh
Chand rishtey mere haath se bhi chhootey
Kuchh khamoshi si thi, thoda sa shor bhi tha
Jaise mujh mein hi jaane kahin basta tha woh

Monday, September 3, 2012

Kal ki baarish…


A Keyrun Rao Original















Baadalon ne phir mooh khola,
Paaniyon ne cheer ke rakh diya
Shehar zakhmi sa dikhne laga
Banda bhi thoda yahin beh gaya

Chhaaton ki kya baat karein hum,
Chhatein bhi toh uda kar ke gayi
Maasoom se wo saari nigaahein
Geela asmaan odh karke so gayin

EK baadal jo hota mera bhi agar,
Sawaar hokar ladte aasmaan se
Bijliyon se dhamkaate khuda ko
Bandon ki ore se gila bhi karte

Kal ki baarish kuchh aisi padi thi
Taare bhi baukhlaaye se dikhey
Kal ki raat kuchh aise beeti thi
Jaise jung ke farmaan hon likhey

Aise laga ki aasmaan ro diya tha
Jaane uski kya thi shiqayaat humse
Kaala dhuan humne usey pilayaa tha
Ye jawaab maangein ab hum tum se

Bardaasht koi bhi kab tak kare koi zulm
Kabhi to bahenge dard aansoo ban ke
Baadalon se girey to khuda ko kosoge
Apni khaamiyaan chhupa ke chalo tan ke

Kal ki baarish kuchh aisi padi thi
Nazaare bhi saare dard mein dikhey
Naraaz aasmaan ko dekho gaur se
Kya tumhe uske gehre ghaanv dikhey?

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Bachpan yaad aa gaya...


















A Keyrun Rao Original dedicated to Anurag Basu's 'Barfi!'

Bade pyaar se din guzarte, jab chhote they
Sab hi kuchh toh achcha sa hi lagta tha
Na koi bade sapne, na kisi anjaan se darr
Bas yun hi lamhon mein behte rehte they

Aaj phir laga wo pal saare dobara jee lein
Us maasoomiyat mein hum phir ab tair lein
Shaayad ho nahin paayega woh phir humse
Dil to bahut kuchh kehta hai, uski kaun sune

Daud toh rehti thi, par ghar pahunch ne ki nahin
Maloom kuchh na tha, kya aasmaan ya zameen
Taare takhte rahe jab tak woh chhoti raatein rahi,
Ghul gaye hain usi khamosh raat mein hum kahin

Bachpan bhi yaad aa gaya, rooh phir se dhul gayi
Paise toh kama liye, par woh muskaan chali gayi
Ek baar phir waise muskaane ko yeh dil karta hai
Par woh mausam chala gaya, woh shab dhal gayi

Kya phir kabhi waise dekhoonga main yeh jahaan
Tang ho chala hai taaron se bhara mera aasmaan
Ek baadal aaj main phir se odhna chaahta hoon
Woh bachpan mera kya jaane chhupa hai kahaan

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Chala deb goli...













A Keyrun Rao original dedicated to the gangsters of Wasseypur... 

Chala deb re goli, koi kuchh na boli
Tum khelte rahe hoge kahin rangon se
Humaare yahaan to bas chalti hai
Dushman ke khoon se laal-laal Holi

Kyon bardaasht karein tumhari shaqal
Jab goliyaan hain saari mushkilon ka hal
Duur hi rahiyo humse, oh pyaare babua
Tumhaare jeevan ka suraj jaayega dhal

Badle ki aag mein jal kar koyla ho gaye
Saare apne toh ab maut ki neend so gaye
Kadam peechhe hata lete abbu humaare
Ek khooni fasal aur peechhe chhod gaye

Andhera sa hi reh gaya hai ab har taraf
Jald hi pighal gaya gusse ka bada baraf
Jeene se pehle maare gaye hum saare
Itni jaldi kaise beet gaye itne saare baras

Viraasat mein mili badle ki aisi yeh aag
Das gaya hum ko dushmani ka ye naag
Sanima mein jo dekhe pyaare sapne
Lag gaya sab pe ek ganda khoon daag

Friday, August 3, 2012

Sab kar sakte hain...

A Keyrun Rao original, inspired by my idol and some life experiences...



Had to make you smile, thought about it for a while,
Hate to see you cry, my brain was almost fried
Know that you think of me, but I've a different style
Used to dream of you, but they have almost dried

Sab kar sakte hain, tell me how to make you smile?
Saansein hain teri, can you just stop it for a little while?
Far as we may be, will you try walking another mile?
Aaj lagti hai jaane kyon mujhe, bandh hai apni yeh file

Just wished to give you joy, now seems difficult oh boy
You may say that I am still so bloody hopelessly coy
I might have said it, or waited till you clearly knew it
The ship of love as you & me know it, has set sail ahoy!

Sab kar sakte hain, tell me how to make it last a mile?
Sab kuchh hai, what have we been doing all this while?
A story you didn't know, a feeling you didn't really show
Aaj lagti hai jaane kyon mujhe, bandh hai apni yeh file!

I just thought that you would really like some sunshine
The stray emotions might somehow fall in a straight line
Not sure about the rest of a bloody lifetime, oh my dear
Tell me, just how about a warm & cozy l'il wine and dine


Sab kar sakte hain, tell me how do we make it last long?
Sab kuchh hai, we need something to make it really strong.
There is love and there are a hell lot of blessings for sure
When will we together sing that oh so amazingly cute song?

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Aisa kya likh diya...


A Keyrun Rao original

Kuchh bhi hota rehta hai mere saath,
Sab kuchh samajh toh nahin aata hai
Kabhi garmi mein sard hote hain hum
Toh kabhi chaand bhi bhiga jaata hai

Aisa kya likh diya, main raas aa gaya
Jaane tum ne phir kya hai samajh liya
Mujhe aisa laga ke jaise tum ne aaj
Kho kar bhi mujhe hai kyon paa liya

Sawaal gehre aur jawaab khokhle hain tere
Paas nahin hai tu, isliye andhere hain sawere
Ghul bhi ja mujh mein ab, itna bhi na tarsaa
 Duur reh kar, shaamil hai khudi mein mere


Aisa kya likh diya, main tujhe raas aa gaya
Jaane tum ne phir kya hi hai samajh liya
Kabhi to aao meri khwaabon mein tum
Jaanoge ke ye jaadu tera kaise chal gaya

Dard se ek gehra rishta hai, chaahe na maano
Waqt bhi thehra hai, tum ye shaayad na jaano
Rukte hue saans lete hain, ajeeb sa hi lagta hai
Hum aaj bhi woh aashiq hain, maano na maano


Aisa kya likh diya maine, ke aaj main raas aa gaya
Jaane tum ne phir kya hai mujh ko hai samajh liya
Lamhon ke badle mein, maine toh sab hai jee liya
Sochta hoon main ke, mere saath tune ye kyon kiya?

Monday, July 30, 2012

Kyon mere paas aayaa...

A Keyrun Rao Original...



Taaron ki baraat thi hameshaa,
Baadalon ko bhi nahin bulaaya
Tanha raha hai yeh mera saaya
Har rishta humesha laga paraaya

Phir kyon mere paas hai tu aaya
Beete hue kal ki yaad hai dilaaya
Sab toh kho chuka hoon main ab
Diya toh hai, bujh chala hai saaya

Andhere rahe in raahon mein mere
Iska sach jaane ye tumse kaun kahe
Saahilon mein kyon hum doobte rahe
 Aisi maut hum kab tak kaho sahein

Kyon paas aayaa, kyon mujhe rulaaya
Ek ghoont ki pyaas ko aaj itna tarsaaya
Kyon muskuraaya, aur ye yaad dilaaya
Hum sab ko bas yun hi tumne jalaaya

Ghulam sab hain, koi ab tak hai rihaa
Bheed mein bhi jaane, sab hain tanhaa
Azaad koi nahin hai, sab yahaan ruswa
Jeene ki nayi raah aaj tu hi de dikhlaa

Lamhein aur lahoo, ab ruk hi chale hain
Tere bina ab hum kaise kaho jiye hain
Thoda chalte hain, aur kuchh rukte hain
Yeh zakhm tu jaane hum kaise sehte hain

Aur kya bikna reh gaya hai ab...

A Keyrun Rao Original

Kisine phenka sikka, koi aaj dua de gaya
Jaane kyon mera ye kissa adhoora reh gaya
Ummeed badi le kar chale they aaj hum sab
Maano ek kaala sa manhoos saaya reh gaya

Kya bikna reh gaya hai, kuchh bacha bhi nahin
Meri rooh ka khareed-daar bhi hoga yahin kahin
Sab ka daam laga dekha, kya asmaan-o-zameen
Sab sasta hi paaya, kya woh Allah, aur kya Rahim

Nange ho gaye, sabki keemat bhi laga di aaj toh
Rooh ka mol kya maangogey bataao saahebji
Pariyon ki kahaaniyon par yaqeen utna hi to hai
Kuchh pal jee lene do, marte thay kal bhi aaj bhi


Kya bikna reh gaya hai, kuchh bacha bhi nahin
Meri rooh ka khareed-daar bhi hoga yahin kahin
Chaaha tha ke mol na lag paaye meri khudi ka
Kab se marr ke bhi aaj jaane zinda hain hum yahin

Zakhm ko lahoo nahin, maathey par shikan nahin
Chaand aur taare ke baad ek nayi hi hai zameen
Kitne duur jaaoge mujhse, paaoge bas mujh ko hi[
Chaahe tum raho is jahaan mein ab kya jaane kahin


Kya bikna reh gaya hai, kuchh bacha bhi nahin
Meri rooh ka khareed-daar bhi hoga yahin kahin
Meri is muskaan ka kya bataa tu toh aaj mol dega
Is veerane mein jaan le, yeh dil hamesha dhadkega

Monday, July 23, 2012

Kyon sunein tumhaari...

A Keyrun Rao Original...


Budhaa gaye ho ab, jaane kya kehte ho
Bolna kuchh aur hai, bakte kuchh aur ho
Tumhe sun na chaahte hain, par behre hain
Aaj hum se itne duur bataao tum kyon ho

Aapka waqt aur tha, humaara daur alag hai
Kyon sunein tumhaari, falsafaa kuchh aur hai
Ab kehne sun lene ka waqt toh raha hi nahin
Aap ka kal aur tha, mera aaj kuchh ajeeb hai

Kuchh baatein samajhte hain, kayin pe gussa hue
Alag-alag rehte hain toh kya, rooh hain miley hue
Kabhi fursat mein milenge, aap se hum dil khole
Apne ho kar bhi ab kyon ham itne judaa se hue?

Paapa-mumma pukaarte rahey, tab aap kahaan they
Dhoondh rahey they khud ko, aap kyon nahin they
Aaj aapko ajeeb lag raha hai, ke phone rakh diya
Humne call kiya tha jab, aap bhi toh kahin nahin they

Budhaa gaye ho ab itne saalon mein, jaane kya kehte ho
Bolna kuchh aur hai, bakte toh tum kuchh aur hi ho
Sunte hain dhadkanein tumhaari, ye sach hai to magar
Ek salaam par tumhaari ek dua to humein naseeb ho... 

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Paak mohabbat baaqi hai kya?

A Keyrun Rao Original


Sab kuchh toh maila sa lagta hai, saaf bataao hai kya?
Khuda pe sawaal uth chaley hain, baaqi raha hai kya?
Tumse mil kar laga tha ki rooh humaari dhul gayi hai aaj
 Sawaalon-jawaabon mein paaya, mujhe chaahti hai kya?

Paak mohabbat aaj baaqi hai kya? Mujhe toh nahin lagta
Bataa tujh mein mera aks, aur mujh mein teri rooh kaise
Aaj chaah-kar bhi ye bataa kyon nahin hai kisi ko dikhta
Maut ka saaya hai, nayi dastaan aaj tu kyon nahin likhta

Tera kuchh reh gaya hain mere paas mein, tu dekh bhi le
Aur gehra ho sakta tha ye, kuchh pal aur ye tu soch bhi le
Nigaahein gehri lagi thi teri, kuchh bhi keh ke bana mujhe
Ek nayi rasam hai duniya ki, ye aaj tu bhi mujh se seekh le

Paak mohabbat aaj baaqi hai kya? Mujhe toh nahin lagta
Bataa tujh mein mera aks, aur mujh mein teri rooh kaise
Is masoom shaam ko tu bhi bataa bas kaise hai dekhta
Dekhne ki baat toh ye hai, kaise hai tera khuda jhoomta

Paak to kuchh bhi raha nahin magar, tere bina mujhko
Sooni si kyon lagey hai, mohabbat ki har woh dagar
Allah ke paas fursat aaj zyaada to bachi hi nahin hai
Khuda ka bhi pata nahin, kaisi raah dikhaayega tujhko

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Afsos ki baat hai yeh...

A Keyrun Rao Original...



Izzatein lut jaati hain, kiraane ki dukaan par
Kisiko toh aaj hi udhaar waapas chaahiye,
Koi hai taiyaar, ghar aakar wasool karne ko
Koi rok leta hai humein jhopdi ki hi raah par

Afsos ki baat hai yeh, ke aaj bhi zinda hain
Kab ke marr chuke they, dafan ho gaye they
Galti jaane kya hui humse, koi toh bata do ab
Hum toh aaj bhi bas utne hi sharminda hain

Ek kahaani thi humaare paas, kaise bhi keh dete
Kuchh aansoo bahaate, thoda sa hum seh bhi lete
Kabhi toh tum pari thi, aaj baat kuchh badli hui hai
Thodi khushiyaan tumse paate, gham bhi aaj seh lete

Afsos ki baat hai yeh...ke tum khush ho jaane kahin
Hum tumko dhoondh rahe hain aaj bhi yahin kahin
Tumne toh khuda paa liya, hum aaj bhi khojte hain
Aasmaan tak jaayein, ya phir khod le banjar zameen

Ek sher tum padho, ek main bhi suna hi deta hoon
Akele hain hum, khabar yeh toh hai mujhko bhi
Thoda tum ji lo, apni yeh raahein aaj suljha bhi lo
Ek baar yun milo mujhse, karo jo main chahoon


Afsos ki baat hai yeh...ke hum aaj bhi lagey paraaye
Dhadakte toh sang hain, par duur hi hain yeh saaye
Kuchh kadam ab tum chalo, aur kuchh hum badhein
Kaise bhi padh lo isey, humein saath mein kaun laaye

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Guwahati...

A Keyrun Rao Original

Ghinn aati hai, khud se
aur is desh se bhi aaj to,
Sab ki toh lut gayi izzat,
Kaise chalein shaan se?

Main jaanta nahin usey,
Kabhi dekha bhi nahin
Us dard ko jaana maine
Humaari hai, koi aur nahin

Jaanwar ho chale hain ab
Bas bhook-pyaas rehti hai
Rooh ko dakaar jaayein ab
Insaaniyat udaas rehti hai


Ghinn aati hai, khud se
aur is desh se bhi aaj to,
Yehi reh gaya hai kyon
koi to aaj hi jawaab do 


Haddi-boti ke is hod mein
Kahin toh ek maseeha ho
Koi usool ya koi kanoon ho
Kaise rahoon jallaadon mein

Rooh bik chuki hai is kadar
Khwaabon ke hisaab dete hain
Mushkil si dikhti hai ye dagar
Kain kos hum aaj bhi chalte hain


Ghinn aati hai, khud se
aur is desh se bhi aaj to,
Radha ki kya kahoon aaj
Meera se sabki phati hai

(A humble dedication to all men... bastards, some idiot called them the weaker sex. Quit antagonizing them ladies, it will all come back right at you...)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Kab tak chamkega taara...

A Keyrun Rao original, dedicated to Rajesh Khanna saahab. May his soul rest in peace.


Kabhi socha hai yeh ke do suraj aur chaand hote agar
Kiski chamak ko maante, kiski keemat hum pehchaante
Taare bahut dikhte hain, sabse chamkeela suraj hai magar
Ek aur hota samjho, uski kadar kya kabhi bhi tum jaante?

Suraj ne pata nahin kitne taaron ko kya jaane maara hoga
Chalaak tha woh, roshni ki hi toh baat thi unke beech mein
Suraj aur sitaaron mein duuriyaan utni bhi toh nahin thi na
Taaron ka darr suraj ke dil mein bhi kahin tab raha toh hoga

Bahut din jalaa suraj, par raat ko toh chamakta taara hi tha
Samajh nahin paaya bechaara, jalta raha din-ba-din woh
Andhere ke baad ka baadshah woh chaah kar hai nahin
Bujh jaane ke baad riyasat jalte hue chaand taaron ka tha

Bada guroor tha suraj ko, ke chaand ki bhi wo jagah le lega
Itna chamkega, ke din aur raat par akele hi woh raaj karega
Nadaan tha, samajh nahin paaya ke, tim-timaate taaron ki
Baadalon mein jagah woh akela hi kaise yun bhar sakega


Kabhi socha hai yeh ke do suraj aur chaand hote agar
Kiski chamak ko maante, kiski keemat hum pehchaante
Kaka ek akele hi they, aur hamesha ke liye woh rahengey
Bina unki muskaan ke, kuchh meel hum chal bhi lenge...

Dagar andheri hogi, chamak jaane kahaan chhupi hogi
Woh adaa woh muskaan saath na bhi rahi toh bolo kya
Chalenge hum bhi, rukenge nahin, chaahe jo bhi baat ho
Unke jaise thaay haalaat, kya ab humaari bhi aisi hi hogi?

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Kameez poori geeli hai...

A Keyrun Rao Original



Aaj toh kameez poori geeli hai
Aur aankhein bhi zaraa nam hain
Tujh se juda ho kar phir kyon
Aaj kuchh aisa ajab aalam hai

Ek baar royi thi meri kameez par
Aaj wahaan gehhra ek zakham hai
Saath chale hum, kya thi wo dagar
Ab wahaan main aur ye tanhaayi hai

Kameez dhul gayi, daag bhi mit gaye
Tere saaye ke nishaan, kaise reh gaye
Rooh yeh humaari tarasti rahi aaj bhi
Hum ek ganda mazaak banke reh gaye


Aaj toh kameez bhi poori geeli hai
Aur aankhein bhi zaraa nam hain
Lahoo bahaa jahaan zakhm kam hai
Tere bin aaj bhi adhoore hum hain

Poore nahin hue, sab adhoora hi lagey
Jab dekha hum aaj phir hum akele jagey
Kuchh duaein, thodi meethi baatein suni
Ab kaun hain paraaye, aur kaun sagey?

Bheeg kar aaj bada hi mujhe achchaa laga,    
Jaise phir sadiyon ki neend ke baad jagaa
Duur hai bahut mujhse aaj kahin tu kahin
Phir kyon mujhe dhadkan ke kareeb laga?

Aaj toh kameez bhi poori geeli hai
Aur aankhein bhi zaraa nam hain
Neend kam aur khwaab zyaada hain
Chal rahi saansein aur ye dhadkan hai...

Friday, July 13, 2012

Bheed badh gayi hai...

A Keyrun Rao Original


Kuchh aur hi tha yeh shehar, log kam aur khwab zyaada
Waqt badal gaya, aur pakka hi ho chala sab ka iraada
Koi jism bechta hai, kuchh ki toh rooh girwi hai yahaan
Samajh nahin aata ab, kaun baadshah hai kaun piyaada

Bheed badh gayi hai yahaan, koi khaali jagah hai kahaan?
Kisine mandir banaaya, koi masjid peechhe chhod gaya
Us se milne ke raaste itne, phir bhi bahut waqt lag gaya
Saaye nahin dikhte hain aaj-kal, kya ho raha hai yahaan?

Dost mil jaate hain aksar, khud toh kahin kho chuke hain
Is shor mein sach kahein toh, hum behre hi ho chale hain
Pata nahin kab suney apni dhadkan, usey mehsoos kiya ho
Badi si is bheed mein, ab hum bhi shaamil ho chale hain

Kuchh khwaab le kar aaye, kuchley dekhey apne hi saaye
Aansoo nikal to rahe magar, ponchhne ka waqt kaise laaye
Kuchh rishte ban bhi gaye, phir kyon jald hi hue paraaye
Jo samjha hai is dard ko, aaj bas wo hi humein samjhaaye


Bheed badh gayi hai yahaan, koi khaali jagah hai kahaan?
Kisine dukaan lagaayi, kuchh logon ne bhookh mitaayi
Bade-badon ne rutba kamaaya, kuchh ne pyaas bujhaayi
Jee lete hain baaqi sab, kuchh ajeeb sa hi hai apna jahaan

Waqt nahin hai kisi ke paas, na hai ishq ka koi bhi jazba
Jeene-marne ki dhun mein, laga hua hai apna yeh kasba
Ab apne saayon pe mat chalo, kisi ko yun bhi na kuchlo
Aane waali nasl ko chalo dein koi naya achcha sa tajurba

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Ek bagal mein...


Just another try, apologies to Mr Piyush Mishra!

Ek bagal mein maut hogi, doosri mein dhadkanein
Rooh jalti hai aksar, Kaisi teri bataa hai silwatein
Ek bagal mein chhanv hogi, doosri mein karwatein
Lahu khaul chuka hai, jaane kaisi hain yeh khabrein

Ek bagal mein saans hogi, doosri mein hain mehfilein
Khush hain tanha hum, ya raas hai aayin dhadkanein
Kuchh samajh nahin aata, sab theek ho chala hai ya
Kuchh toh baaqi reh gayi hain apni saari  ranjishein

Ek bagal mein haan bhi hogi, doosri mein nafratein
Koi padhega Quran, kuchh keh laayenge qafirein
Koi ek toh so jaayega aaj maut ki hi neend mein ab
Kuchh toh aaj phir bhi dhoondha karenge saazishein

Ek bagal mein chaand hoga, doosri mein parchhaiyaan
Yaad aati hain mujh ko, ab bhi teri woh naadaniyaan
Thoda kuchh tu nikhre, kuchh main bhi aaj chamkoon
Rahengi adhoori phir bhi, shaayad apni yeh kahaaniyaan

Ek bagal mein kuchh dard hoga, doosri mein tanhaiyaan
Itne gehre doobenge hum, yeh kaisi teri hain gehraiyaan
Aaj mujhko jee lene de, thoda sun bhi lene dein aaj tujhe
Yun lagta hai jaise, mit gayin meri toh rooh ki gehraaiyaan

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Ek bagal mein...



A humble, yet bastardized version of Piyush Mihraji's masterpiece for Anurag Kashyap's Gangs Of Wasseypur!!! Apologies in place...

Ek bagal mein daaru hogi, duusre mein yaariyaan
Paas mein sutta bhi hoga, aur khoob hongi botiyaan
Talli ho kar maangengey jab muft mein yun rotiyaan
Kahega waiter bhi, khaao mere maalik ki jootiyaan

Hum bewdon ki kismat mein rahengi badi gaaliyaan
Koi hansega kahin khul kar, koi kahega shayariyaan
Jaisi ho marzi khuda ki, roothengi duniya-daariyaan
Beech mein toh hain hi yeh ajab-ghazab kilkaariyaan

Koi hairaan khud se hai, koi toh aaj bekhud bhi hai
Kisine aaj khud ko khoya, koi shaayad mehfil mein hai
Aaj ki baat rehne do, sab hi toh ab nashe mein hain
Koi bakwaas kar raha hai, koi kyon sannaate mein hai

Ek shiqaayat kar raha hai, ke gair ki baahon mein hai
Koi kehta hai yeh ke woh kuchh zyaada nashe mein hai
Hum to peekar yeh hain samjhe, ke sab hi chutiye hain
Ek hi gyaani hai yahaan, jo phir bhi hosh mein kyon hai

Ek bagal mein daaru hogi, duusre mein yaariyaan
Paas mein sutta bhi hoga, aur khoob hongi botiyaan
Noch lo haddi aur boti, kaho tumhaari kahaaniyaan
Hansega hum par, jo dekh paayega ye nishaaniyaan

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Yeh khayaal aaya hai...

A Keyrun Rao original



Koi shor toh nahin, na koi baat hai,
Ek ajnabi se aaj meri mulaqaat hai,
Teri dhadkan suni, muskaan padhi,
Lagta hai jaise aaj hi jumme raat hai.

Yeh khayaal hai, manzilein juda hain,
Saahil par jo mil bhi jaayein to kya hai,
Kuchh shaamein aur yeh thodi raat hai
Jawaab itne saare, kuchh sawalaat hain.

Aaj hum bhi jiyein, tum zaraa muskura do
Jannaton jaisi koi meethi si apni baat ho,
Raat toh dhal jaayegi, yun hi phir bin tere
Meri us sawaal ka aaj toh tum jawab do.

Yeh khayaal hai, ke tu kuchh aur hi hai,
Sawaalon mein chhupa mera jawaab hai,
Mil ja kuchh aise, mujh mein tu is tarah,
Jaise toofaani sa koi sarfira sailaab hai

Chal bikharte hain, aaj phir se milte hain,
Yun mil ja mujhe, jab taare chamakte hain,
Aaj teri yeh kahaani main bhi toh sun loon,
Dard ke kuchh panne chal saath padhte hain

Yeh khayaal aaya, apne zakhm bhi gahre hain
Na toh tum aaj akeli ho, na hum bhi sehme hain
Baras ja aaj kuchh is tarah, tu meri khudi mein,
Na tu tanha hai, na toh hum bhi aaj akele hain....

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Kahaaniyaan hain kuchh...



A Keyrun Rao Original

Dher lagi padi hai kahaaniyon ki
Kuchh suney, thodey unkahey bhi
Kisi mein khushi hai, thode aansoo
Koi kahey ishq ki, koi ek maut ki,


Kahaaniyaan hain kuchh, ajeeb sey
Kab kahoon, poochh loon naseeb se



Aashiqui kyon aaj ek si nahin hoti
Ek sharaab mein hai ab dooba hua,
Woh jaane aaj bhi kyon nahin roti
Khwaab hai, par chain se nahin soti



Kahaaniyaan hain kuchh, ajeeb se
Kaise kahoon, poochh loon rab se

Sab badal raha hai, pehchaane kaise?
Us muskan mein itni salwatein hain ab
Rooh marr chala hai, itna ghayal hai
Bas ab marham ki talaash hai besabab

Kahaaniyaan hain kuchh, ajeeb se
Kab kahoon, poochh loon naseeb se

Ghaanv taaza hai, lahoo kab sookhey?
Itna bata bas kaise ab tujhe bhoolein
Har pal yaad hai, teri wo saari baatein
Chali ja kahin ab, sooni kar de raatein!

Kahaaniyaan hain kuchh, ajeeb se
Kab kahoon, poochh loon aaj sab se...

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Kuchh aur hi baat hai...

A Keyrun Rao Original



Kisi ko pari lagey, koi kahey Khuda ki inaayat,
Main kya kahoon usey, mujhe toh lagey ibaadat,
Ek khwaab hai bas, jo kabhi dekha bhi nahin tha,
Sab us Rab ki hai mere liye, bas ek badi si inaayat.

Kisine jannat dhoondha, kisine saara jahaan paaya,
Har koi apne hisse mein, jaane kaisi duayein laaya,
Maine to bas hai tujhe dekha, aur hai tujhe chaaha
Teri roshni mein dooba, yeh tu mujhe kahaan le aaya.

Kaun jaanta hai yeh ke Khuda bhi yahin basta hai
Maan le tu bhi ki tera aur mera ek hi sa rasta hai,
Kuchh kadam toh chal ke dekh mere saath bhi tu,
Kuchh alag saawan is gali mein bhi toh barasta hai.

Main dhoop sahi, tu chaanv hai ye maine maana hai,
Apna jo yeh naat hai jaan meri, bahut hi puraana hai,
Mandir toote, naye masjid bhi aaj hi toh gaye hain,
Badan se saaye ka yeh rishta bhi yun hi nibhaana hai!

Kuchh aur baat hai, tu mujh mein jhaank kar toh dekh,
Kuchh pal ko soch, ye raasta bhi toh hai kitna nek,
Kuchh kadam tu chal, thode faasle main taiy karoon
Bas rehne bhi de bas is duniya ka jo bhi ho koi take

Mil bhi jaa bas mujh mein tu, kuchh pal aur thehar ja
Ek naya sa jahaan chal mil kar aaj hum basaate hain
Kahin duur na chali jaana tum, samjho mujh ko bhi
Neele aasmaan taley, ek pyaara sa ghar basaate hain!

Dude, say this to bhaabhijaan, jald-se-jald!!!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Mausmi si tabiyat...

A Keyrun Rao Original

Miley kabhi hum pyaar se, kabhi socha hai aetbaar se
Duur kyon hain pata nahin, dhoondha tujhe tha pyaar se
Raaste toh alag hi rahey hain, jab muda tha raah mein
Tere saaye ko maine maanga, kya jaane kitne qaraar se

Mausmi si tabiyat; parbaton si mushkil rahi meri raahein
Gar tu jo mil jaaye humein, phir tham jaayein yeh aahein
Kuchh der toh hum bhi rukein, thoda tum bhi tham jaao
Jaanein kis ke liye hain hum, khol kar baithe apni baahein

Meri thodi khushi tum jee lo, bahaao aansoo, kuchh hans lo
Aansuon ka kya hai bolo, main ro loon, thoda tum hi hans lo
Aage ki kahaani jaane hai kya, saaara kuchh dhundhla sa hai
Thoda sa main aur jee loon, aur thoda sa tum bhi aaj hans lo


Mausmi si tabiyat; parbaton si mushkil rahi meri raahein
Gar tu jo mil jaaye humein, phir tham jaayein yeh aahein
Kuchh theek hain, thode se hain khafaa, tum bataa do
Kaisi hain ye manzilein humaari bhi is qadar bhi  bewfaa

Kuchh aur pal chal ke bhi dekho yun saath humaare
Chaand aur suraj nahin rehte jaane kyon paas humaare
Aapka chaand shaayad aapka hai jaane kyon shaayad
Kuchh toh mere khwaab aaj bhi rahenge humaare re hi 

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Ek mausam ki tarah…


A Keyrun Rao Original



Boondon waale ek mausam ki tarah
Meri zindagi mein yun aayi thi tum
Har mausam tum yaad aati rahi
Is baar jo milo, na ho jaana ghum

Ghazlon mein sunte toh rahe hain tujhe
Duaon ki tarah mujh mein shaamil ho
Darte hain ki bhool gaye ho tum mujhe
Kaha kabhi nahin, phir bhi tum meri hi ho

Phir mil ja mujhe wahi bheege mausam si
Kuchh apni baat kahein, aur tujhe sunein
Is baar toh samet loonga seene mein yun
Bas mujh mein hi tu phool sa khilta rahe

Chalo is mausam mein jam ke baraste hain
Duur ho chaley they, phir saath theharte hain
Kab tak meri ye khamoshiyaan sunti rahogi
Ek pyaari si ek baat aao ab chalo shuru karein


Dedicated to Bhabhijaan… all the best Mr Amol Palekar ;-) 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Maa ne phir khichdi banaayi...

A Keyrun Rao original, humbly dedicated to Anurag Kashyap's Gangs Of Wasseypur!



Roz hi khaate rahey, pet bhi ye bhara raha
Swaad kaun jaanta tha, dhadkan jaari raha
Ek din chakha tha ras, dil wahi mangta raha
Kya tha us mein, jo ab bhi wahin atka raha

Maa ne phir khichdi banayi, humne woh khaayi
Pet toh bhar gaya, ye ajab khushi kahaan se aayi?


Swaad ka toh kuchh bhi pata hi nahin tha humein, 
Bas chup-chaap hum aise hi kha liya karte they
Jab dekha toh jaana ke aise bhi ban sakti hai roti
Khud ko jaane aise kaise samjha liya karte they


Maa ne phir khichdi banayi, humne woh khaayi
Pet bas bhar gaya, jaane ye zakhm kahaan se laayi


Koi achaar se khaata, toh koi namak-mirch se
Hum bas dekha karte they unhey bade duur se
Maange nahin they unka achaar, na unke vichaar
Shaayad sab mila humein is kharaab taqdeer se


Maa ne phir khichdi banayi, humne woh yun khaayi
Pet toh bhar gaya, jaane kyun aankhein bhar aayi

Koi toh naacha achcha tha, kisine gaana bhi gaaya
Par naya kissa kisi ne bhi yahaan kyon nahin sunaaya
Kahaani kya hai tumhaari, aaj humein bhi bataa do
Bahut de chuke hain tum ko, ab bolo kya hai bakaaya


Maa ne phir khichdi banayi, humne woh khushi se khaayi
Pet toh bhar gaya, jaane mera zakhm kab dega dikhaayi?

Monday, June 18, 2012

Chaand taang diya...

A Keyrun Rao original, humbly dedicated to Tigmanshu Dhulia's 'Paan Singh Tomar'


Daud kuchh aur hi thi, ek chaand taang diya
Aur teen pyaare taare bhi saja diye tumhne
Khuraak ke oopar hi nazar thi ye humaari
Jaane kaisi dariyaaon ka saahil yun bana diya

Kaun jeetega, hum toh khudse hi daudte hain
Kitna bhaagega, hum bas itna hi poochhte hain
Kisiko jaan pyaari hai, toh kisi ko uski maal
Apni jung toh hum bas akele hi lada karte hain t

Kitne daud jeete, aur kitni jaanein toh haare bhi
Tumne roka hota mujhe, saansein chalti humaari bhi
Bas tere liye na hua toh kya, chhil gaye hain poore
Ummeed hai ke dua qabool ho jaaye humaari bhi

Sheron ki baat aur hai, insaan ki to zimmedaari hai 
Socho chaahe jitna, kar ke dekho jitne bhi jatan
Jeetne ke us pal se toh, aaj main sach kahoon 
Zindagi ke kitne andhere aaj bhi utne hi bhaari hai

Daud kuchh aur hi thi, ek chaand kyon taang diya
Aur teen pyaare taare bhi kyon saja diye tumhne
Rishton ki kadar thi, zindagaani bechaari mein
Daudaate hue, ek aansoo mera aur chhalka diya

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Koshish bhi kyon karein...

A Keyrun Rao Original, dedicated to Anurag Kashyap's Gangs Of Wasseypur!


Ab dum ghut chala hai, koi azaadi hi na rahi,
Lut chalein hain, ab toh milqiyat bhi na rahi,
Parshaad bat chuka hai, ab koi bhi kya kahi?
 Kaise bhi karke kambakhat, zinda bas rahi

Gaali bhi suney, aur prataadna bhi itna sahey,
Aisi duniya mein bataao hum zinda kaise rahey?
Sab kuchh hi galat lagta hai, kisko ye baat kahein
Maut ki baarishon mein, koi sookha kaise rahey?

Pasand hai mujhko, uska woh khaas sharmana
Lubhaata hai mujhe, paas aakar bhi duur jaana
Kahoonga kisi roz usey, ke tu bas bhi kar ab
Rooth kar aise hi bas pal mein yun maan jaana

Laashein dekhi hain, aur khoob saara lahoo bhi
Tujhe jab dekha, toh paaya khud ko tanhaa bhi
Jaanoon kya zindagi hai meri, akele reh ke bhi
Baatein teri saari aaj bhi yaad kyon hai mujhe

Koshish bhi kyon karein, tu hai toh kuchh mera hi
Ghaaanv alag hain toh kya hua, dard hai mera bhi
Phir mil ja mujhse, thodi aur baatein bhi toh kar
Jaane kyun hain saali baatein bhi bas hain utni si

Kal andhera tha, aaj thoda ujaala mujhe dikh gaya
Pyaari teri baaton mein, phir aaj main tanha reh gaya
Baat meri nahin shaayad, ooparwaala bhi sun gaya
Thode se taare aur ek khula sa aasmaan reh gaya

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Ek naya zakhm aur...

An original poem humbly dedicated to Karan Gaur's Kshay



Zakhm gehre le kar chale thay
Socha tha ke tu marham banega
Zindagi ke ye ajeeb silsiley hain
Socha tha ke tu hi suljha dega

Ek naya zakhm aur ban gaya
Tere bina main tanha reh gaya

Taaza hain zakhm abhi bhi mere
Aise hi yeh kyun phoot padte hain
Khoye hai raahon mein hum tere
Jaane kis baat se hum yun darte hain


Ek naya zakhm aur ban gaya
Tere bina main akela pad gaya


Bas ek hi dua maangi thi maine
Jaane kyon tu poora na kar saka
Bas ek hi ummeed thi tujhse meri
Sochti hoon kyon na hai woh mila


Ek naya zakhm aur ban gaya
Tere bina bilkul hi bikhar gaya

Bhookh toh badhti rahi hamesha
Par yeh pyaar toh na badh sakaa
Ek putla shaayad tha ummeed ka
Mera ghar phir kyon na bas saka?


Ek naya zakhm aur aaj ban gaya
Tere bina aaj phir main thehar gaya

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Kitne mausam saath dekhe...

A Keyrun Rao original humbly dedicated to Sandeep Mohan's debut film 'Love, Wrinkle-free'



Pehli mulaqaat ki yaadein dhundhli ho chali hain
Tere saath jaane kitni shaamein ab dhali hain
Thoda hum bade hue, kuchh humne sikha diya
Itne kadam saath chale, lagta hai sab kuchh pa liya

Aisa lagta hai ki jaante hain tumhe khud se zyaada
Teri har pyaari muskaan aur aansuon ka iraada
Phir sochte hain ki jab khud hi ko nahin jaan paaye
Kaise soch liya ki tera kabhi nahin badlega iraada

Rishte to aajkal yahaan hote hi kuchh ajeeb hain
Duur waale jaane kyun lagte dil ke  kareeb hain
Is kaminey dil ki harkatein hi kuchh aisi hoti hain
Kabhi jannat to kabhi jehannum mein bhejti hain

Kitne mausam saath dekhe hain humne chalte hue
Kabhi khushi mein bheegte, ya gham mein jalte hue
Tere hone ka suqoon raha, chaahe jitne naraaz hue
Har mod pe rehna sang, bhool ke sab shikwe-giley

Phir se karte hain pehli mulaqaat, bolo kya kehti ho?
Phir ajnabi ban kar, mohabbat shayad aur gehri ho?
Annie bas itna jaan lo, ek tum hi mere liye zaroori ho
Iske baad phir chaahe meri har aarzoo adhuuri ho.

(Just my juvenile take on the mid-life crisis faced by a married couple that has been beautifully depicted in the film. Hope it made sense; feedback will be appreciated.) 

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Kitna aur udna hai...

A Keyrun Rao original, inspired by Vikramaditya Motwane's Udaan.



Udnaa seekhne se pehle hi kyun pankh kat gaye
Aasmaan ke manzar bas sapne ban ke reh gaye
Chalna seekhte hue udne ke khwaab reh gaye
Chaand na chhu sakey, ab raste bhi thehar gaye

Kitna aur udna hai, kya jaane kaun bataayega
Kya mera yeh khwaab ab mitti mein mil jaayega?

Koi pankh udhaar mil jaaye, to asmaan choom lein
Tum saath mera de do, khul ke ab hum jhoom lein
Ungli tumhaari pakdi thi, tab to chalna seekhe hain
Haath thaam ke dekho, shaayad udna bhi seekh lein


Kitna aur udna hai, kya jaane kaun bataayega
Kya koi mujhko kabhi mujhse bhi milwaayega?

Taare ginte hue toh kabhi aisi thakaan nahin hui
Phir kyon is bhed-chaal mein, saans hai phuli hui?
Ek nayi raah ki talaash hai, manzil kuchh nayi hai
Bataa meri ye udaan phir kyun tujhe raas na hui


Kitna aur udna hai, kya jaane kaun bataayega
Kya mera sawaal mujhe tujhse duur le jaayega?

Tujhse juda ho jaane par main khush nahin hoon
Par tere saath bhi toh main adhoora sa hi hoon
Udne de mujhe mere aasmaan mein kuchh duur
Jahaan bhi jaoon, main hamesha tera hi to hoon

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Sach toh hai...


A Keyrun Rao Original

Jamta nahin har kisiko, raai ka daana,
Chala tha wo pagla badalne zamaana,
Nayi soch aur ek naya tha uska taraana,
Maan hi liya tha sab ne usko deewaana.

Sach toh hai ki usne khudko pehchaana
Kehta rahey kuchh bhi chaahe yeh zamaanan

Samajhna mushkil hai par milna hai asaan
Apne hi junoon pe kyon lutaaye apni jaan
Badi mushkil raah chala, khaaye kitne hi thokar
Koi jawaan jaise, karne chala khud ko kurbaan

Sach to hai ki usne hai sab mein bhi jhaanka
Phir bhi na mila usko us jaisa filmi taanka

Kahin aur nikal chala hai, kaun rokega usey?
Ek nayi alag si subah dikhti hai jisey
Uska suraj bhi aur shaayad taare bhi aur
Ab tum hi bataao kyon darega wo kisi sey?

Sach to hai ke usne dhoondh li apni zameen
Uski duniya aur hai, par sab lagey sangeen.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Ek jhalak mein ho jaaye...



A Keyrun Rao Original...

Yun hi mil gaye jaane kya wajah thi
Apni toh manzilein bhi kuchh juda thi
Kuchh pal ko miley do dil is tarah
Shaayad Khudaai ne isey taiy ki thi

Ek jhalak mein ho jaaye pyaar ajeeb hai
Pal mein lut jaaye tu kaisa khushnaseeb hai

Kuchh tha teri muskaan mein, na janoon kya
Yun laga ki ruk jaaoon ya beh jaaoon kya
Khwaabon ka bharosa kabhi kiya hi nahin
Tere mil jaane kya mukjhko naaz ho kya?

Dhadkan mein beet jaaye woh lamha kaisa
Chubhe jo har ek pal woh jeena bhi kaisa

Lehron si teri hansi sab hain jispe kurbaan
Yun hi lutaa dein hanste hue hum apni jaan
Taraste hain hum soch kar tujhko ae haseen
Jaane aaj hum kahaan aur tum jaane kahaan

Tere bina kyon maut bhi zindagi si hai lagey
Aaj bhi har us yaad mein jaane tu kyon basey

Rooth jaate hain kuchh pal ke liye is kadar
Ke ho na chhat pe koi asmaan na koi bhi ghar
Thode meel aur bhi tanha chal lete hain
Bin tere kat sakta hai hamara bhi yeh safar

Tanha nahin hoon, teri yaadein humsafar hain
Itni bheed mein jaane kyon aaj tanha hum hain

Monday, April 16, 2012

Adhuuri si kahaani

A Keyrun Rao Original



Woh kamsin kali murjhaa gayi
Aur patton se bhi jaan nikal gayi
Palat ke phir na dekha jo tum ne
Jaane mujhe aaj kyun hansi gayi

Adhuuri si kahaani, adhuure se hum
Thodi si khushiyaan, itne saare gham

Ek woh baat ansuni, aur ek ankahi
Shor mein bhi kaisi khamoshi rahi
Meri khamoshi tumne bhi hain padhi
Teri baatein maine jaane kaise suni


Adhuuri si kahaaniyaan, adhuure se hum
Thodi yeh chaandni, aur andhere mein ham


Ek mulaqaat ke pyaase, beete kitne janam
Kyon ho phir akele, hum jaante hain sanam
Kuchh reh gaya hai baaqi, iishq ki hai kasam
Sab dhal jaayega, sab khatm honge ye rasam


Adhuuri si kahaani, aur bhi adhuure se hum
Thodi si beer hai, bahut kam bacha hai rum

Ho jaayein fanaa, ab kya intezaar ho tera
Qatl tune hai kiya, reh gaya hai zakhm mera
Bhoolti nahin hai jaane mujhko kabhi tu kyon
Har pal mujhe hai intezaar bas ek kyun tera


Adhuuri si kahaani, adhuure se rahey hum
Thode se guzre hum, kuchh marey mera sanam

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Shahrukh Khan speaketh

Actor Shah Rukh Khan, arrived in the US to visit the Yale University accompanied by Nita Ambani yesterday. Mr Khan, who has been named a Chubb Fellow, addressed the students at the university. Here's the full transcript of Mr Khan's speech. 

Good evening everyone, I'd like to thank you all for giving me the opportunity to be here. I also want to thank Isha for following up with the most disorganised and incommunicative person in the world in order to fix today's meeting with all of you. Thanks I really am honoured and extremely happy to be here. 

I have memories of being in Yale five years ago. It was December and so damn cold that while professing love to my leading lady and singing a Bollywood ditty, which went something like this - Kabhie Alvida Na Kehna- my mouth froze itself to death. I say death because as I inched closer to kiss her, mouthing the words Kabhi Alvida Na... my mouth and jaw just got locked. 

So I am hoping my second outing to your wonderful university turns out differently because it would be highly embarrassing if I said "good evening Yaleites" or "Yalers" or whatever you guys are called, and got stuck at...yaaaaa....that wouldn't make for much of a speech. 

I was told not to dwell too much on my movies when I speak to you, I am to give you an inspirational talk- tell you stuff you can think about when you leave this room. 

That worries me, it gives me performance anxiety. Here you are, 1500 of you, hoping to hear words of wisdom from this sexy, desirable man, who couldn't kiss a girl, last time he was in Yale because it was too cold. But I'm not that guy, I mean, I'm sexy and desirable for sure but I'm not about to leave you anymore inspired than when you walked in here. 

I read this lame joke on Google the other day (yes I pick everything up from Google, even the script of my next movie and I'm not ashamed of it - you can pick me up on Google too if you like!). 

Anyway, the joke went like this - a dying man, gasping for breath, desperately gestured to the priest by his side for a piece of paper. With great effort, he then wrote a few words on it, handed it to the priest and passed away. The priest kept the paper in his pocket and forgot all about it until the final service. Here he suddenly recalled the dead man's last scribble. Unfolding the paper, he told the funereal congregation that he was about to read great words of inspiration to them. The piece of paper had these words on it - "You are standing on my oxygen tube...fool." 

So I am not going to be the priest tonight. Instead, I will tell you simple experiences of my life's journey with simpler words, which may not leave you inspired, but will help you survive this life. And if you can do that - happiness, creativity and success will follow on its own - or maybe not but you will have to live this life nevertheless. Only I hope my words will give you enough insight so that you can tell the world, "hey guys you are standing on my oxygen tube...move over and let me breathe." 

Journeys can be defined by age and time or even by destinations, as most often they are. But I feel it is hard for me to tell the story of my life in those terms because the concept of time has always eluded me. The day my father died seemed longer than my entire childhood.

The day I felt my first success seemed fleeting, hour-long, not long enough perhaps. I wondered where it went. Even the cycle of time confounds me. I work the dark until sunrise on most days and fall asleep as the world awakens to light. My friends call me an owl, I like to think of myself as a bat...Batman...the prince of darkness. 

Age is not my forte either, I still cannot fix my own - am I 45 or 15? If I could, would I be romancing girls one third my age, who normally would call me "uncle". 

I had so much fun collecting the action figures of my last film (calledRA.One) that none of the critical reviews tanking it mattered to me. 

As for my destination, I don't think I ever knew one. I walk, I run, in the direction of my dreams. Things change along the way, people change, I change, the world changes, even my dreams change. I don't have a place to arrive, I just keep doing what I know how to do the best that I can do it. I'll probably end up a deluded geriatric in a wheelchair wearing a cape and tights, imagining my own flight out of this world, but of course with a young girl in my arms. 

So I'll tell you the story of me but I'll tell it in my own way. In the language of my perceptions, in the things I think matter beyond fame and success and the dyeing of my hair. I have understood that the measure of my life lies in the expanse of my heart's experience and nothing else matters, if you take anything out of it, good, otherwise I can put on music and dance to my last big hit song, have a drink and try and practice my kissing in the cold of Yale one more time. 

However, I look at it in its eventual analysis, my life has centred around my creativity. I have assimilated the world through creative expression and in return the world has experienced me. I have grown to understand that on one hand the world will always uphold creativity as the most honest feeling possible. 

On the other hand, the portents of fame (the glitz, the glamour, the wealth) that arise from this very recognition of creativity will always be questioned. Why do we do that? Because sometimes it allows us to feel better than the creator and sometimes, it fills a void within us that comes about by being in awe of his creation. Either way, it enables us to quantify his engagement with the world around him. 

I am an actor; my life is a testament to this duality. 

George Burns said that "acting is all about honesty". If you can fake that, you've got it made. He couldn't have defined it better. Honest and fake, yes that's what I feel as a creative person all the time. 

Let me tell you my schizophrenia. 

Creative expression comes from the deepest experience of the artist himself. A good artist cannot be separate from his creation. Good art is honest art. A man may be an artist, a writer, a sculptor, an actor or a totem pole carver. Whatever he is, if what he creates is true to himself, it becomes a vivid testimonial to human creativity. If it lacks honesty, its entire premise is a waste. 

At the same time, and quite paradoxically, a man becomes distinct from his creation from the moment it is placed in the public domain. It no longer even belongs to him. So it comes from your gut and it is put out there for others to accept it or throw it in the gutter. 

Many a nights, I have gone back home after receiving an award - pumped up and all happy - just to read that what I really deserved was the Golden Banana for Worst Actor Of The Year. I become heartbroken, angry and completely convinced that bananas and critics, both should have their skins peeled and fed to the monkeys. 

I momentarily lose my ability to give and close up. And here's where the trick is - when you are in this place of despair, where the world is staring you down into yourself - there's only one thing you can do to survive - hang on to who you are inside. The world will be unkind to you, it will not be able to see you. You must learn at such times, to be able to see yourself. 

Life as a creative person is like being on a tight rope. I begin to lose myself, in my own melodrama. It's frustrating that I find myself living up to other people's interpretation of what I ought to be. And when faced with dissent, I start losing my love affair with my audience. It becomes a tight balance act, to keep doing what I do best and not be bothered by the reactions of people I do it for, in the first place. 

I dance harder and cartwheel longer and pirouette on my rope - stretched, taut, beneath my feet. 

And I try not to slip, I can slide but never fall off. All this while, I have a smile on my face and signing autographs. All I am is a funambulist trying to balance my action and exterior reaction to my naked show of who I am inside. 

I start to feel like a street artist, who feels his audience is just a bunch of pausing passers-by's applauding out of a mixture of curiosity, pity or even disregard. Yet, when I am playing this real life illusion out, more often than not, my honest self is sitting in the audience, applauding my performance while laughing heartily at my own stupidity. 

So my friends, learn to laugh at yourselves too. Never become cynical about yourself and your life. Becoming cynical about your life is the single most destructive thing you can do to it. 

For you have to remember - creativity is your gift to the world. It was never meant to be barter for anything, not even appreciation. You have to dig deep, I do it while drinking vodka after vodka - listening to self-pitying, loser songs - you should find a less destructive way. However you do it, but you have to believe that you create only because this is the biggest gift you have to give to your world. Maybe that's why we even say "God is a creator".

It's not about the cars or houses, it never was, those are peripherals. They never come about because of your talent or your creative outpourings. They come out of a business that people around you do. Those people are in the business of barter - not you. Yours is the business of giving and learning. Your work of art may never be complete in your lifetime. Your fulfilment will always lie in your creative expression not in its products. 

So look beyond the brickbats, the critics and know within you that you always have a choice between barter and creation. Life as a creator will always be a tight rope. 

Do not try to feed your stomach with creativity; it is food for your soul, not your stomach. Do not be afraid to defy conventions. Do not be afraid to destroy systems that kill art and your souls. Do not be afraid to be hungry. Do not be afraid to walk alone if necessary. Because on a tightrope we all walk alone. Remember, if you are a creator you are a funambulist and not very many people know that word, let alone be it. 

Just as my life has centred around creativity, like every fellow human being's, it has also centred around the wish to find happiness. Your age is the age when we most confuse happiness with gratification so I will say quite plainly: if you are smart, if you want to survive life's relentless onslaught of challenges, you will sooner or later understand that the things that made you happy ten years ago will end up being the ones that make you happy when you hit the geriatric superhero stage. Kids, start collecting your action figures, now! 

I have everything I could have aspired for at your age, I have success, I have fame, I have wealth and I have three play stations - one for the house - one for shootings and one just because I can have it. But none of these have any consequence to my happiness, the only thing that does is the love of my children. 

You don't have children (I hope), but you have parents, you have people you love and nothing in this world of everything, means more than that. Happiness, in other words, lies in the things you will never be able to count. 

To me, it is no more than cuddling up to my kids and watching I Carly orThe Family Guy. Well most of the time anyway, the other day my son and I stumbled upon the Kamasutra on the net and I can tell you that experience was not very happy. He's 14 and he knew more about it than I did. 

I want you to understand this business of happiness well because I know at one level, all parents are the actually the same. Some look sterner, some are less fun, some are embarrassingly weird but for each parent the bottom and the top line of their lives is this - you kids are their greatest source of happiness. 

Parents want nothing in return, just that you respect that feeling, that's all. 

Take my own children. I believe that girls really are from planet Venus - my girl comes from a place of gentleness, caring, love, intelligence and all things beautiful. My boy comes from 'I am too good to be your kid' planet. Guys are obnoxious. I am not being sexist but that's the truth. 

I was in London shooting and missing my kids. Being from the boring school of people, who send writings to their kids in the hope of making them better human beings, I sent my daughter this verse from a poem by E E Cummings: 

I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens,
only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses,
nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands

I instantly received this text message in return, "I love it papa. It is beautiful. I am going to write it in my secret diary with the secret lock and keep it in my secret hiding place, under the Katy Perry and Lady Gaga poster. I love you and miss you. I am too excited, watching The Hunger Games tonight."

Feeling bad that I hadn't texted something meaningful to my darling son I sent him something I had read too. "How are you my son," I wrote. "I miss you. Do you know, a boy is someone that a mother loves the most. Little girls hate him. He is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with smell in its hair and hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. I love you." 

He replied back with one letter of the alphabet. One measly "Y" to my emotional fatherly outpourings. That and an emoticon. I wanted to fly to Mumbai and hang him upside down till he looked liked a silly red faced emoticon himself. But I didn't, instead I just smiled. 

Both replies made me feel love for my kids. Whatever they do, as long as they are happy it makes me happy. 

So I speak to you as a parent of two very weird kids. Whatever you do, whichever mistake you make, however you react to them, your parents are your best friends. 

They might be boring, silly or stern at times. Maybe some of you are embarrassed of yours, I know my kids are of me, but if ever any of you are in trouble of any kind - the best friends you can always trust to watch your backs are your parents. They will always come good. 

I lost my parents very early in my life and I miss them dearly. So, all of you who still have yours don't listen to them, fool them if you must, a bit of lying is also welcome, but make sure you cherish what you have because when you don't have them. Like me, you really miss someone to be rude to - someone to you can take for granted, someone to say and do whatever you wish with. You miss the comfort of being loved unconditionally. I call parents unconditional and forgiving punching bags, who feel happiest when they get bashed up by their kids. 

If you want to survive life, it's best to begin to respect the gift of love right now. 

As children, your first teachers of this acceptance are your parents. If you are unable to accept the love they give you, in whatever form it arrives (even if it is a tight slap across your face), then when you become a parent, you will end up having to learn this lesson somewhat more harshly from teachers you give birth to - and learning Kamasutra from my son is a not a great idea - you would agree. 

Incidentally he studies in a school that Isha's mom runs in India. I have to say - ma'm your syllabus is quite different from the one I had when I was in school. 

Whether I like it or not, my life has also been in constant play with what the world calls "Success".

Success is a wonderful thing, but it tends not to be the sort of experience that we learn from. We enjoy it, perhaps we even deserve it. But we don't acquire wisdom from it. And maybe that's why it cannot be passed on either - me being successful does not mean my children will also be. No matter how much ever I teach them what I did in my life and even if they follow it to the letter. 

So I feel that talking about how to become successful is a waste of time. Instead, let me tell you very honestly whatever happened to me happened because I have always been terrified of failure. I don't want as much to succeed as much as I don't want to fail. 

I come from a very normal lower middle class family. I saw a lot of failure. My father was a beautiful man and the most successful failure in the world. My mother also failed to stay with me long enough for her to see me become a movie star. We were quite poor actually and let me tell you, poverty is not an ennobling experience at all. Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. I watched my parents go through this several times. 

At an early age after my parents died, I equated poverty with failure. I just didn't want to be poor. So when I got a chance to act in films it wasn't out of any creative desire that I did so. It was purely out of the fear of failure and poverty. Most of the films I signed were discards of better known actors and the producers could not find anyone else to do them. I did them all to make sure that I was working to avoid unemployment. The timing or something was right, and that made them happen. I became a big star, which means sometimes our success is not the direct result of our actions. Success just happens. Really. It is accidental and we take credit for it, I know I have done this even out of embarrassment sometimes. 

So I believe the true path to success is through the fear of failure. If you aren't scared enough of failing, you are unlikely to succeed. It's not pleasant to fail, it's tough. All of us experience it. You will too if you haven't already. Use it to succeed. 

Here's how I have done so: 

1. Firstly, its not the absence of failure that makes you a success - it is your response to failure that actually helps to buffer the reverses that you experience. I personally have one response to failure - pragmatism - a recognition and belief that if one approach does not work, then the other will or might. 

2. Failure also gives me an incentive to greater exertion - harder work, which invariably leads to later success in most cases. 

3. Repeated failure has taught me to stop pretending I am someone else. It has given me the clarity to stick to the things that really matter to me instead of distracting me from my core. 

4. Failure also gets you to find, who your real friends are. The true strength of your relationships only gets tested in the face of strong adversity. 

5. Overcoming some of my failures has made me discover that I have a strong will and more discipline than I suspected. It has helped me have confidence in my ability to survive. 

Failure is an amazing teacher. There is a well-known story of a bank president, who was asked the secret of his success. "Right decisions," he replied. "How do you get to know how to make right decisions?" came the follow-up question. "Experience," was the answer. "Well, how do you get experience?" asked his interrogator. "Wrong decisions," he replied. 

You have to know and learn that life is a not just a check list of acquisitions, attainments and fulfilments, your qualifications and CVs don't really matter. Instead, life is difficult and complicated, and beyond anyone's control. The humility to know this will help you survive its vicissitudes. 

But I don't want to sound dark. My hope for all of you is that you retain a lifelong love of learning, that you never cease to dream exciting and inspiring dreams, and when you fail, you fail well enough to succeed the next time. Don't be afraid of being afraid, be afraid of not facing your fears and failures. 

In the end I will read out a text message I got today from my kid - "Papa, Chuck Norris has trained his dog to pick up its own poop because Chuck Norris will not take shit from anyone." 

So remember, you are fortunate enough to be a funambulist - who has an amazing set of punching bags - cherish them. And failure is your fiendish friend, keep him close, and don't take no shit from anybody. 

Bless you all and thanks for listening.


Originally published at NDTV