“Bahot Masroof hain janaab,aajkal.. Kisi ke haath kahan ate hain?”

Masroof :مصروف : Being busy/engaged.

We live in an era where nobody has got time for anybody. You chalk out a schedule for your day to day activities because leading life without “a plan” is just not our thing,right? So , eventually we become our own slaves,happily giving up our desires,because we just don’t have time for such stuff. Or maybe because we have saved sometime in the future for that? Par kise hosh ki kal kya ho? Kya pata is duniya mei hum ho na ho? 

Whoever you meet is so busy in their lives that it is even difficult for them to answer your phone call because “masroofiyat hi itni hain ki phone ka kya,time ka hi pata nahin chalta. Kab nikal gaya“.

Or maybe it is our new self-invented Indian thing,just like “missed calls”,our contribution to the world. Act as if you don’t have any time in the world and the person in front of you will bow down , after all, we have loads of work to do. Why should we be the first ones to initiate?

So,next time if someone tries to play the busy card, reply with the given couplet (it might make their day 😉 ) :

Itne kahan masroof ho gaye tum,
jo dil dukhane bhi ab nahi aate.




After a long time , I finally picked up my copy of “City Of Djinns”by William Dalrymple .

Cursed myself for not having this gem in my bookshelf before. Well,procrastination indeed is a devil. So, while reading the book I came across the mention of Ahmed Ali’s “Twilight in Delhi”which is another masterpiece. It’s available in stores and if you’re an Urdu Connoisseur and have a strong desire to know about life in Delhi before partition and independence then this is the book for you.

I reminisced about the galis and koochas of The Walled City and within no time I ended up googling about the Havelis of Old Delhi. ( you can have a look at them here : ).

The Havelis and the fluent Urdu which were once the jaan of Delhi now merely form a part of its long lost “Riwaayat : روایت : tradition”

Our Riwaayat which we have allowed to be ransacked with time and now nothing but dilapidated structures remain. ( The owner of the famous Ghantewala Sweets in Chandni Chowk closed it down recently owing to “system failures”)  I wonder who is to be blamed? The ignorant owners who failed to preserve their viraasat or prefer to exchange it for a few shellings because they are in dire need of money only to end up buying a new bungalow in Lutyens Delhi or to lead a happy life with the “sahebs” who not a very long time ago ruled them. (Ah,talk of the slavery blood still running in us)

What should I feel more sorry for? The havelis which are now ruins or the replacement of chaste urdu by “Kaarkhani urdu”as Ahmed Ali likes to call it.

Melancholy for the Riwaayat which was been uprooted and dispersed.


Wondering what does this word mean ?

Aaghaaz is an urdu word pronounced as “Aa-gh-aa-z”,the gh is “غ (ghain)”in urdu which means “onset/ beginning” and since this is my first post of the new blog so I decided to call it that.

My desire for writing has made me start another blog,not very sure what I would be writing here ( here’s the link to the original one : which was created when I was 14).

Happy reading. 🙂