Hai dil ko teri aarzoo.....

Hai dil ko teri aarzoo

par main tujhko na paa sakoon.....

hai ek ye khwaish.....

par tu hai jisko paake bhi na paa sakoon....

andekhi si anjani ye mohabbat hai....

mili kab tere dil se mere dil ki ye ahaatein hai....

ki tumko jitna bhi dekhoon.....

aankhon se chhoone ko chahe ye dil....

kaise kahien..

ki ab awargi itni chhayi hai...

ab bandh aankho se tum nazar aane lage ho....

hai chahat ki ye nazar...

har raat teri hi khwaab ko taake ye nazar....

har baat ab ikraara sa lagein...

baatein kitabon se pare lagne lagein...

main to yehin hoon...

tere rubaru...

par mujhko ek nazar bhi dekh na sakein tu...

is kismat ko ab main bhi kya kahoon.......

For you..Taniya......

Dear Taniya...

Those days when my eye was injured you stood up for me...When I lost hope you motivated me...Our childhood is a gift for me because I had you.....at nights when our parents didn't allow us to watch movies...you and I had fun in my room..whenever our Moms came to check on us ...we shut our eyes tight and then giggled after she left...The sunday mornings at Gangavaram... Rinku didi's dance class...Dance shows.... you were there everywhere...Though distance binds us..years later you remembered me was more than I could ask for..I have always missed you in past lot many years....You came back to my life with spirit..You speak to me when I lose faith and again motivate me like you always did as a kid....I can thank God for giving me a best friend like you..

Thanks for being there ....With love

Pam..

Beginning of life as a writer.....

One day Boss (Hafeez Contractor), when he did not find me seated on my desk, started calling out my name and I discussing some missing aspects with my associate. He wanted me to write an article for A+D. He felt I was the perfect person to proceed with this.

Unsure of what to do I took the mail from his hand and left it in my drawer. As a usual habit he used to leave his mobile with me whenever he went to the conference room inside, a call from Mr. Suneet Paul of A+D, left me in total surprise. He wanted to talk to me...me..did I hear it right..on Hafeez Sir's cell phone a call for me....I felt as if I was day dreaming..When Sir was back from meeting I told him about the call..and we decided that I will write on Sahara Hospital..A few days later another call from A+D, saying it has to be a hospitality building in hotel sector left me more in confusion...I know its very upsetting when Boss decides on something and he is asked a change..I told him..he did not show any interest.....A week later he called me giving me a book on Taj...saying this is your building..Taj Mount Road Chennai....he gave me required phone numbers and also permission to move anywhere and everywhere for completing my article. Once I had finished my writing after all my research..he did not even read it...That hurt me...I thought may be its not worth...and mailed it across for publication.

After this article was published I wanted to call him up and tell him about it ,instead I called up his nephew -Karl. Karl was delighted to hear this...and he advised me talk to Boss...But he did not read that night was the only problem....The next day when I gathered my courage and went to his desk, he understood I have something serious to show him...and I showed it to him I wasnt sure whther he would like it or not..but 1 sentence makes the difference for me - Gud work..thats wat he said..

This was the most memorable article. While writing about Taj one thing I always heard from my heart was - If Arshad Sir was here....

But he is no more with us and that is a fact. He was like a Father to me and at times my friend. He motivated me whenever I lost my faith in myself.

Nevertheless..I cant forget Hafeez Sir for his n number of support and belief in me,To Pearl Ma'm, for standing as a pillar of inspiration. Hafeez Sir, I cant forget the Kala Ghoda fest, The DSK work, The Rustomjee interiors.. and after the endless late nites of hard work..those days when you have been trying to convince me that I should rest for not being well, and above all for convincing my Father that you are there for me. Thank you for being there.

The lost friend