Sarfaroshi

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil mein hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna bazu-e-quatil mein hai

Hai ae shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere upar nisaar
Ab teri himmat ka charcha gair ke mehfil mein hai

Waqt aane dey, bataage tujhe ae aasman
Hum abhi se kya bataaye kya hamaare dil mein hai

These few words from the celebrated revolutionary Ram Prasad Bismil's** oft quoted poem is probably the best expression of dismissive defiance against larger forces. Its so very inspiring! To me, in such times of difficulties and challenges, its like sounding off Fate that if It thinks to have its way with my life It is sadly mistaken for I intend to fight every inch of the way, every damn inch! I shall not let it go that easily, I shall not give away all that I have fought hard for, all that means so much for me and for which I have risked and sacrificed so much. No if one will bow, it shall be Fate and it shall bow to me.

A new spirit has risen to fight and die for what matters
Let's see how challenging now the challenges really are

With the zest for "do or die" I become part of the assembly of braves
My undaunted exploits shall even draw admiration from an inclement Fate

Let the time come and the world shall see
Why rock the world now itself with our irreprisible spirit

**- This poem has also been attributed to have been written by Urdu poet Bismil Azimabadi

I hate new, I love old

Whenever I land up in a new place, initially I find it difficult to adjust...I hate everything about the new place - the atmosphere, the oddities of the people, the culture, the food - everything, everything! I guess I hate change. Then as times go, I settle down - the people dont look strange anymore, the food acquires a new taste or I get a taste of the food, the unknown language sounds a trifle more intelligible, I discover quite a few cozy corners in my home - yeah and home seems homelier - the oddities even out and I fall in love - its with a heavy heart that I leave any place where I have lived for a while... casting quite a few longing looks behind.

When I land up in a new place I hate it, but by the time I have to leave it I have ended up getting used to it - guess even loving it. Wonder if things will work out the same way with a woman - of course minus the initial hating part.

Grit

If you have to crawl ahead inch by inch
If you have just a whiff of air to breathe
When every moment is an eternal torture
When even a pebble become a mountainous challenge

Even hanging in there had never been more difficult
Even the last inch you stand upon is seized by cruel fate
When living become an unbearable task
and death brings the prospect of pleasing relief
When hope itself shuns you like a capricious wife
Even so, lose not thy grit
If you call yourself a man
For if you are a man
you shall never accept defeat