I liked this ......read it

     This scene took place on a British Airways flight between Johannesburg,
South Africa & London.
A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a  black man.

Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "You  obviously do not
see it then?" she asked. "You placed me next to a black man.
I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me
an alternative seat."
"Be calm please," the hostess replied.
"Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another
place is available."

The hostess went away & then came back a few minutes later. "Madam, just as
I thought, there are no other available seats in Economy Class.
I spoke to the captain & he informed me that there is also no seat in
Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in First Class."

Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. "It is unusual
for our company to permit someone from Economy Class to sit in First Class.
However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be
scandalous to make someone sit next to
someone so disgusting."

She turned to the black guy & said, "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to,
please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class."

Here is my feeling which I pore into this ghazal for this Valentine day...

हसरत-ए-चश्म, आरज़ू-ए-दिल मेरी नहीं कुछ ख़ास है,जुस्तजू हर दिल को है जिसकि, वहि मेरी तलाश है ।

हज़ारों मैखाने हैं इस दुनिया मे, पर हाय रे किस्मत,
कहीं वो मैय नहीं मिलति मुझे जिसकि तलाश है ।

न जाने किस परि-चहरा के इंतज़ार में खोया हुं मैं,
क्या उसको भी मेरे मिलने कि इतनी हि आस है ?

लबों तक आते-आते साग़र हमेशा छूट जाता है,
साक़ि गिरा देता है पैमाना, कभी मैय खुद नाराज़ है ।

संग-दिल सनम ही मिल जाये, तरासूं उसे खूबी से,
बयन-ओ-इश्क औज़ार मेरे, ख़ुदि मेरी संग-तराश है ।
 
ख़ुदा कि रहमत कि इन्तहा नहीं कोई ‘सिफर’,
ढूंढता है दस्त-ओ-दहर में जिसे, शायद आसपास है ।

From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the
girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with
him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl
love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very
upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on
him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his
studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very
good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will
take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my
best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in
& agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas,
continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls.
Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a
car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed.
She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted
to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth
was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her
voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from
her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just
silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be
the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her
heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not
wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she
does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &
millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do,
besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget
everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life.
Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend
came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know
what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open
the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

Recently I came accross this ghazal, and I was thrilled reading it, so good words of encouragement.Read, enjoy and put into practice.
है याद मुझे नुक्ता-ए-सुलेमन-ए-खुश अहंग,
दुनिया नहीं मर्दान-ए-जफ़ाकश के लिये तंग ।

चीते का जिगर चहिये, शाहीन का तजस्सुस,
जी सकता है बेरौशनी दानिश-ओ-फ़र्हंग ।

कर बुलबुल-ओ-ताऊस कि तकलीद से तौबा,
बुलबुल  फ़कत आवाज़ है, ताऊस फ़कत रंग ।

Here is the translation:

I still remember the words of King Suleman, the (man) with good voice
that "the world is not small for a hardworking person", he can get work
anywhere.

You need the housla (courage) of a cheetah and good research like the
falcon. (The falcon sees its prey on land far-away from the sky, because
of its research/finding/study of the land). And if u have these two
qualities then you can survive (live) without the light of guidence.

Do not imitate the bulbul or the peacock. As bulbul has nothing but good
voice, and peacock has nothing but good color. Your inner self is more
important.

Starting my first blog with one of my ghazal that I wrote in my college days.

         कहीं किसि पर हर तरफ से गुलों कि बौछार होति है,
         कहिं किसि कि ज़िन्दगी में हर तरफ से हार होति है,

        अजब रिवाज़ है तेरि दुनीया का ऐ आसमा वाले,
        कोई हार कर जीतता है, किसीकि जीत कर हार होती है ।

        हर एक इंसान लिये फ़िरता है कोइ न कोइ ज़ख्म,
        कोई मारता है तलवार से, कहिं निग़ाह दिल के पार होति है ।

        हर किसि को रास नहीं आते मौसम बहार के,
        कुछ ग़ुल ऐसे भि हैं जो मुरजाते हैं जाब बहार होति है ।