Wonder years – Through the lens

Fried Eye says-  A S Jha one of our regular reader and fan has sent us a beautiful poem about childhood in hindi. That along with some brilliant photography from Stephen Styris gives  the perfect picture of nostalgia and childhood. We are presenting before you the gist of the poetry in english for those who are not comfortable with the language followed by the original poem.


Jha says – In this cut throat competitive world today we all are rushing towards an ‘unknown destination’. Nobody is having time to sit and introspect on the life and where we are leading to. Is this the same life what we all had dreamt of in our respective childhoods? Today ‘Money makes the mare go’ has become our sole war cry to win this battle of life, but in this ‘rat race’ we all have forgotten the real essence of joys and pleasure of day today life. A man has become nothing less than a machine and very proudly we say – we are the future. If this is the future then I wish ‘’O my Lord please send me to my past … that golden era of my life as a child. Today computer games have replaced those beautiful fables; an art called ‘story telling’ where a child used to get the wings to fly in the skies of imaginations. Every story had some hidden teachings for leading a life which the child used to decipher on his own. Those peculiar time pieces and their early morning alarm rings which not only used to wake you up but the neighbours also, are gone with the passage of time and  mobiles along with their harmful rays have crept under the pillows of innocent kids. The fragrance of the achaar-paratha in the lunch box was much tastier than burgers and aerated beverages. Kite flying and games likes ‘chupam chupai’ (blind man’s bluff) were more interesting than ‘popeye the sailor’ on cartoon network.

Those were the days when we with our parents and siblings in a family used to sit together for Sunday matinee show aired on DD1 unlike today’s 3G speed where we download our favorite stuffs and watch them alone. That was the time when pocket money used to be in coins unlike today’s plastic money. Piggy banks and gudda- guddi used to be prize-possession. We all used to enjoy watching our mothers haggling for the prices of different articles to the vendors no matter whether the amount was ones or in tens. These sky scrapers malls and branded show rooms have killed those pleasures.

Every year this 14 date in the month of November always reminds me of my childhood, so today I thought of scribbling few lines in the memories of my childhood and dedicate to all of you. Hope it touches the strings of your heart too …


The original poetry


Masheenon ki dunya hai ye,pathar kay log yahan,
Mujhay wo gaoon ki masoom suhani mehfilain laa day Jis ki aankhen mujhe andar se bhi parh sakti hon,
Koi chehra tou mere sheher mein aisa la day kishti-e-jaan tou bhanwar mein hai kaii barson se,
Ay Khuda ab tou dubo day ya kinara la day

Kyun mashino ki gad-gadahat un khilono se nahi milti hai
Ek yaadon ki mithaas toh dusri zindgi ko bezaan sa banati hai
Kyun mujhey wo mera bachpan yaad aa raha hai ,
Aaj mere beetey hue kal ki yaad dila raha hai
Jahan mera khawabon ke paron par wo sapne sajana,
Ret ke tiley pe ghar ko banana , wo raat ko dar se maa ke galey lag jana
Wo meri maa ka har subah mujhey mere sapno ki duniya se jagana
Wo school jane ke liye rijhana- manana,

meri choti si jeb main ek rupay ke sikkey ka dherey se sarkana,
wo mera muskurana aur bajuaon se apni num aankhon ka pochna ..
koi mujhey mera wo sunhari subah , wo sunhari sham la dey
maa ke aanchal ki bheeni si khusbhu mujhey koi wapas la dey

Wo janmdin ki khushi aur meri nayi shirt ka pehenke khush ho jana ,
Kisi cheez ko pane ki zidd aur maa ka is pe pyaar se samjhana,
Wo mere papa ka mujhey fusla ke sabjiyaan khilana,
Maa ka mujhey sotey hue se utha ke doodh ka gilas haath main pakdana,
Wo kitabon ko lekar sardiyon ki subah main razai main sotey hue padhne ki naquam koshishein karna,
Kahan chut gaya wo sab is zindgi ki daud bhaag main, is rozgaar ki

maraamar main …
koi mera wo naaadan, wo anzaan sa bachpan wapas la dey

Wo jin kay saath mil ker barishoon main bhigay hum,
Hajoom e dunya say mujhay wohi meray saathi laa day
Sham kay dundlkay main gharoon say uthta duaan,
wo nischal subah,chirioon ka cheh-cha-hana,wo titlian la day

wo school me kameejo per syahi ka failna,
jisko dekh maa ka chillanaa aur mera sakpaka jana ,
wo bikhrey hue baal, wo ghutno pe chot ke nishan,
wo mehmanon ke samne apni kavitayein sunana aur unka taaliyana bajana,
wo maa ki lori aur papa ka dullar , wo behan ka pyaar … sab wapas la dey

Kuch nahi chahiye tujh se ay meri umar-e-rawan
Mera bachpan, mere jugno, meri wo charrey wali bandook la day Jis say hazaroon yadain wabasta hain ay meri zindgani Tu mujhay bas mera wo khubsurat bachpan laa day

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  1. it’s awesome..took me back to d best days of my life..even i wanna relive those days again..
    u seriously r a fabulous poet..

  2. gazal sharma

    yu word brought tearz in ma eyes n left me speechless jus one word wow it waz jus awsm mingblowing get…… jus amazing…..

  3. Anu singh

    *How sweet !!
    Its jus so damn beautiful.. Really touched by ur words…
    Hats off.. Keep it up Olive…
    God bless u..*

  4. Kartik Mishra

    So soothing n relaxing… reminds me of my BACHPAN…thnx for reminding me moments which I’ll cherish throughout my life… MISS u MY BACHPAN…

  5. Jyoti mishra

    awesome poem…depicting ur genuine n innocent feelings..n makes me nostalgic really g8 job..:)

  6. pinky

    superb…n beautiful poem amit…..indiscribable

  7. Anjali Misra

    hav really no wrdz 2 express ryt nw……em speechless nd mah eyes r wet

  8. savita garg

    touched my heart….had tears in my eyes while reading….excellent work Amit

  9. good poetry from a very good person….
    bachpan yaad aa gaya…………thanks Cpt.

  10. good poetry from a very good person….

  11. Jahanvi Sharma

    After reading,I realized no matter how differently we all lead our lives, but somehow we share the same childhood…and finally figured out the answer to the question, what i want to be when i get older?…”younger”
    great work…keep it up….waiting for some more 🙂

  12. mayank

    jha this is awesome work buddy
    it reminds us of what we wanted to get and sadly where we reached ????????????
    really heart touching ……..

  13. gunjan

    awsome………… wdh true facts………. nc man……….

  14. Ruma Sen

    hii Amit,
    Till now i knew that u use words beautifully to express feelings behind every initiative of yours…But today i am completely spellbound..to see ur thoughts pouring out so creativily and softly that this downpour of ur feelings left me drowned in my thoughts of my childhhod days but yess…..second thing which made me to think other way round or better say the picture which kept lingering to my thoughts eventually was the image of the poor children which left me surrounded with sadness…

    Do they really enjoy their this phase of life to that extent which we enjoy and cherish?
    How will they express such an imperative phase of their life?
    Its indeed very difficult…may be would be without words but with only tears in eyes….

  15. monica yadav

    🙂 nice 1 yaarrr…

  16. Nikhil Nehra

    Amit ,,,,….no words for this “fabulous” writing yaar….bt one thng i can say ….i am smiling with wet eyes…!!….sach hai yaar ..ye duniya khushi ki chahat me,khushi se door ja rahi h…….true happyness…jo sirf hamare bachpan me hi thi ……am remembrng our old “Goldy days”….yaar….wo din bahut yaad aate hain…..!!!

  17. Nikhil Nehra

    Amit ,,,,….no words for this fabulous writing yaar….bt one thng i can say ….i am smiling with my wet eyes…!!….sach hai yaar ..ye duniya khushi ki chahat me,khushi se door ho gai h…….true happyness…jo sirf hamare bachpan me hi thi ……am remembrng our old “Goldy days”….yaar….wo din bahut yaad aate hain…..!!!

  18. paramvir kochar

    kya sir senti kar diya aapne … excellent !!

  19. Sunil

    Yaar, Amit….bahut sahi likha hai…..chu liya dil ko….. seriously senti ho gaya pad ke main to ise…..too good, keep it buddy 🙂

  20. so Sonia wt do u say – ur childhood was having all dat pleasure or ur kids left u behind wn it comes to happiness in real sense 🙂
    thnx so much

  21. Sonia.Lulla

    I am SPEECHLESS….u have expressed each emotion so beautifully….while reading the poetry, picture is right in front of you..A man WITH SO MANY TALENTS…..god bless u and keep on writing more.

  22. Revati

    खोजती थी जिसे बरसोसे यह पढ़कर उसको है पाया,
    भाग गया था जो छोड़कर फिरसे वह बचपन याद आया…
    superb..very nicely written amit.. i jst went into d flashback while reading… keep writing… 🙂

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