Najih's Blog

"bhaiyya aapka ghar kidhar hei?" I asked as I adjusted myself to fit at a small space in driver's seat of an autorikshaw. The sun was slowly fading to vanish from horizon. He told me he was from Allahabad, UP. We started talking while he was still driving through the hectic Kalyan shilphata road in Navi Mumbai. I was actually struggling to converse with the limited hindi vocabulary. But he didn't mind, he kept talking as long as I nodded to all the complains he has to tell me about the traffic. The kind of day he had that day, as he was returning from a long journey. Sometimes people just want them to be heard than appreciated, I thought. So I kept listening. He wanted to know whether I had come to UP, with great jubilation I told him I had travelled long from Delhi to Agra to see Taj Mahal. He told me with great pride Allahabad is on that highway and he has his family there.  "To work in Mumbai is great, right?" I asked him like the fres...

Quarantined,no companions Continents wail... Amidst chaos and contagions Life has to sail... The best part of this lockdown is a time that for introspection so that we look back, take a break and bring the dusted habits back into decorum. I just decided to blog again after a long time. The worst part, of course revolves around the scare and the uncertainty that is unprecedented at a time when already world seem to be shadowed by an economic slowdown. "You never know what can happen tomorrow", I just started believing in those words, though it seems a bit unscientific.  When we heard "Hope is a dangerous thing" from Red at Shawshank jail for the first time, it just feels sometimes echos in media voice. But at some point everyone realises the same " Hope is the best of the things" , from Andy which echoed outside Shawshank.  The world will see a new dawn after the Covid-19 passes away. Till then just stay home, stay safe.