Thursday, December 18, 2014

The MASALA subcontinent

The MASALA subcontinent


The parliament of my country, India is facing a logjam. The revered members wish to have a debate on issue of DHARAM that is religion conversion. It is again been debated over during television PRIME TIME projecting it as a very intricate issue, effecting life of billions as per their understanding. My mind fails to decipher the age this parliamentarians represent: because are per my understanding we have more serious but less MASALA NEWS inline and waiting to be given due place.
I take pride in being an ASIAN, and love the fact that I am an INDIAN, but my reasons are very different. I was born in the latitude and longitude that gave me privilege of experiencing colors of weather, the diversity of culture and a history that documents philosophy of YOGA and Vaisheshika ( school of philosophy espoused a form of ATOMISM and based on logic).
The present is very disheartening, my neighbors are making statements that are oxymoron: they are talking about good and bad Taliban ( Despite of Black day-16 December Peshawar school mass killing, they are willing to Toss the same planchet coin, not realizing that none among heads or tails will have favorable outcome). Some of my neighbors are still not having established precedents according to which state should be governed.
This again is MASALA only as this is just debated, discussed not remedied. This part of world is least concern about problems we will be facing by the end of century. This may be harsh comment, but I am documenting it with facts stated further.
People in Some parts of this world ( capitalist countries mostly) are worried about feeding the people       ( nutrition in food), changes in climate ( research to handle such changes will be and are funded by those countries , this part of world is contributing in creating impact not in remedy) and clean energy, fuel efficiency, deadly disease like EBOLA, and a lot more…
(As per my opinion we all bear common responsibility to this world, we cannot differentiate it . As when we are connected globally, so are our sins and virtues. )
LETS BEGIN!
EBOLA: A deadly disease, at present effecting majorly West African countries.
·         So when any person with this virus will land in India, his samples will travel from any part of country to Pune, for testing and detection.  We have only one lab that can test the presence of virus, with efficiency.  ( many virus get free travels, because we lack testing laboratories and other associated infrastructure)
·         We will be opening new AIMS, but Indians in India are not doing any research on treatment of this or many other deadly viruses ( maybe we had referred charak samhita for some solution, and as we could not find we  discarded it as God’s will )
·         Not this but in past 5 years only Indian drug to be approved for use in India is JENVAC, so if those people in other parts of world will not do any research we will face deadly consequences  ( proving Malthusian theory to be true)
FOOD SHORTAGE: World will reach 9 billion people by end of this century, and this earth has never supported this many human beings. Are we worried about providing food to them:
·         Indians will be contributing significantly in this count, but are we making any arrangements to provide ( and moreover nutritious) food to those people
·         I came across a company BEYOND MEAT, funded by gates foundation, working on synthesizing vegan meat, taking care of nutrition requirement and also quantity of food required. (we will be needing their service, we will be consumer, no supplier/developer in India)
·         Our culture includes our climate, our sacred grooves, our Neem, Tulsi and mangroves. BUT, again we are not willing to IDEATE, INNOVATE to protect it. (we are relying on developed world to do that for us) , Indian Americans will contribute and we will add it our Glory board.
ENERGY, COMMUNICATION: A proud record from past: most efficient mode of sending message was used in India, by Ala-ud-din Khilji (using human messengers carrying message between certain fixed points), But what about this century?
·         With sadness and great respect for Indian innovators at IIT and other revered institute I say, they will begin their learning on Indian soil, but quote lack of opportunities and--then develop in foreign lands.
·         I have nothing to say about Indian railways, Indian roads or present my views on China-Nepal corridor that will dump more Chinese goods into this consumer subcontinent.
·         TESLA, elon musk is the man of this decade; he will be giving world efficient and clean road transport. This subcontinent who will be consuming cars, due to rise in standard of living is least concerned about innovations and need to make it clean and efficient.
A lot more to quote, but this is enough to ponder on MASALA NEWS that we are consuming, the debates on MASALA topics and protest on street for/against such MASALA issue.
Enjoy your MASALA tea, with vada or samosa but next time when you see someone talking about religion, conversions and hinduatava, just inform him/her about how he/she is being manipulated/converted every second by social networking websites. Someone of this era should be more worried about being used as Guiney pig for experiments and surveys by DATA miners, and impact of such conversions, cyber-ideologies than about Idols or Books based idiosyncrasies. 





Thursday, December 22, 2011

A Chapter :If you think you are in it, drop her a mail

It has been almost a decade, I have not heard from her. The profiles at social networks were replaced with a notification that user no longer exists; the mail account was terminated, on the Christmas a decade back. The reds were replaced with black in her life and dreams were avoided by sleeping pills. This is all I know about her, as I imagined from her last letter to me saying “Chapter of my life, my city of love: Over.” I knew she will never be coming back to this part of world. I am writing this mail to you all, with hope that someday you all will see it. I am Zaania, The doctor and the psychiatrist of our Tiya.
That night, of January when I had seen her for first time she was all quiet, in her eyes there was not something I would say a bride’s fear. It was a fear of losing and that fear made her speak in front of that old man. She could not take vows, rather collapsed. She was brought to that city hospital, neither self-poisoned, nor heart attack but , She was in comatic state. I was asked to measure her blood pressure, monitor her cardiac pulses and do regular check ups. She stayed same, until somebody came to see her. He came an year later, he was trying to show her something, he kept on saying his story, telling her, shown her some pictures. I was not allowed to see that. He got just one rose for her, and a thank you card. I had seen tears in the eyes of my patient; It rolled down and died on her cheeks. Her lips showed movements as if they expected something, or just wish to say ….. ( I can not read her).
She continued to be same, Until It was Christmas, and my daughter jolly wished to be santa claus, So I took her all dressed to see my patients, We had plans after that. She got gifts for everyone, and Tiya got a nescafe with a dairy milk. She forced her to eat and I monitored tiya’s heart beats. I never used to believe in miracle therapy for my patients, but she was a different case, I started getting coffee for her every morning, and one fine morning she sipped it; she started to recover, and her I became her close friend. I had once operated her mail account and unread mails from you all forced me to note down your contacts. She never spoke about anyone, she behaved as if she did not remember, I knew the truth.
A very fine day she demanded a cellphone and called few people, she did not spoke just listened, and then she was all ready to leave in a jetplane. I know she called you all, and she called him also, He came to see her off, and I had seen him into tears of a reason: reason of not being recognized. Her flite was indirect; the destination was not something everybody assumed it to be. She left us forever and all I had a letter “Chapter of my life, my city of love: Over.” It had two stories: story about a city, drives, pranks, friends and HIM and a story about a cup of coffee, a gift of chocolate and a palace of love.
Now I had seen her almost after a decade, and I know the game is over. She could not recall anything; she is just awake for a dream of YASHODHARA: a project about first women. She has created work for all, educations to girls and jobs for wives. Tomorrow she is handing it over to somebody else and this marks her end. I am just doing what I could; I am informing all the characters of her story as even I am not sure about the protagonist’s choice. If I will hear a reply from you I will tell where Our Tiya is, ? ? Drop me a mail if you think you are somewhere in her chapter of life.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

WHY???????/

Why is and why not it let it be the question now
Not any direction is safe, lets tie no expectations,
Rejoice moments are tinged with sadness, emotions Camouflaged
its neither elixir nor holy water, its venom let it flow
Why is and why not it let it be the question now
How those hands soaked in the blood, could decide fate
how they could confuse paranoid of future generations
they trying to stage a farce, so i say do not listen it
Why is and why not it let it be the question now
Each desire of theres' has given a flame to many homes,
neither they Compassionate the awakened soul, nor pleased the mind.
they themselves have sown seeds,AND graced these treacherous wounds
try not to highlight them ever, these scars are mine itself,
Just let me bear them...
Why is and why not it let it be the question now

Thursday, January 13, 2011

THE RING....and i could never reach the beginning or end

sitting below the lamp post, zaania was struck amid the thoughts in her mind... her mind speaks!
".......................................................................................
the ring leaves an impact on my mind, the geometric figure used for innumerable derivations , a object used by gymnasts to amaze the crowd. to a girl its a dream , a trust ,and an object enough to produce a gamut of imaginations, she prefers to keep the ring as memento on her finger to flaunt ofcourse.

why m i thinking about ring, when its all absolute zero,even temperature around tending towards it. among all zeros there is large probability of me to starve , this very thought drifted me to a class full of future budding engineers and me too part of crowd physically! . i was thinking about all delicacies which i could get if i allow myself to loosen my wallet a bit, but i decided to back to mess and swallow whatever possible.then get back to cozy castle made up of blankets and let sleep dominate me. the songs might work as a lullaby to me, or few emails could motivate me to stop moving with flow and ...........

The imagination in mind started with just a ring and it seems never ending now, as if its radius in approaching infinity and i will never be able to catch beginning or end point again.
i still feel like looking up and imagine instead of ceiling the bright blue sky and the winds drifting me on my choice as if somebody has given me wings unable to carry me in his arms. there was all silence around, and whatever i was speaking was echoing with absolute probability and no dissipation. i feel like plucking few starts and wearing them as pendant or just put a Saturn ring around my fingers... the whole scenario was appearing so much fictional but very true...

i feel like painting on the canvas of sky picking colors from rainbow pallets or just pen down my heart for the angel as if its last time i could .......

Suddenly it seemed to me as if i had reached the other end of the ring , and i could hear echoing cries , shrill voices full of pain. lamp post was thrashed to the ground, undelivered mails were scattered around the remains of post box.
i was not able to touch it... my eyes passed by a baby lying very near my arms , looking towards me with weary eyes, unable to cry even..
the colours around me were now black Grey...and red splashed all over. i tried to touch the baby , but it didn't worked i was gone... along with hundreds of them i too lost the battle of life..or i was just kicked out of the ring without any reason.hell or heaven? whats next!
it was easy for almighty to decide this for me,but how will he be deciding this for the baby ,who could just speak a word "mumma".
was it all destined for us, the we will never reach the beginning or end this way!
why few people took liberty of taking our green and blue from us....
:(
why!!!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

CASTLE WITHOUT OWNER

There is a lake behind the castle...
A tree beside,with ripe coconuts and
The love bird's twitter...
A loud chat or sometimes quiet murmur...
its all on moon's mood..,
to make the water wander...
Sometimes its flow of love,
Sometimes...
castle windows cry and shiver...

The broken leaves, flowing with quiet water..
Seems like boats to heaven, waiting for their rower..
The golden tinge on the blue..or
silver sparkle over the black..
seems like..complete bridal dress...
waiting for their lover...

The spider webs round the window pane ,
over the years have faded the view...
The door now faces the giant towers miles away.....
Moon lost its praise,sun seems there in anger
The castle still lies in midway, waiting for the owner...

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

LONELY and in despair...


lonely it was when i first saw it,
on the middle of the road :in its despair
i doubt if anyone has ever looked at it
but there it laid in its despair

no one ever knew how lonely it was
no one ever understood the agony of its tears
people just stare at it and whisper a song;
the song of curse that made its echo everywhere

if i could find a way out for you,
i could have done it long before my dear
but i am also a scarlet letter like you
where no one likes to writes anything on.

the songs of loneliness is all that i can sing,
for its all what is striking the roof of my heart
the lonely soul which beats for nothing
and nothing can find its way to it

Friday, August 6, 2010

IT goes on!


That was the time, silence crawled in..
Darkness was prevailing all around....
Shivering toes creeping on the ground
looking for the eyes,that were lost....
Never to be found.....




A blank dream it was..and it went on..
She stumbled..but goes on..
To be lost in woods forever,
Never to be found.....

So soothing was her face..words like enchantments ..full of grace!
no veil to hide her..no fear could touch her...
She was pure as white..
redness splashed her forehead, bangles churrned!

silence was hurdled in the dreams..
cries resonated with the darkness..
And it goes on...

A smile was lost never to be found!
A blank dream..that was her fate forever..
Reason behind, locked in records..
A reason never to be found!

And it goes on...

Monday, August 2, 2010

Kabhi....

kabhi karwattein..badalte hain..
kabhi toh khat padhte hain...
guzar gaye jo lamhe...
unhe yaad karte hain..

kabhi aankhon mein akharte hain,,
kabhi hoton pe sajte hain..
behte hai fizzaaon mein..jo..
nagme teri chahat ke...

kabhi us mod chalte hain..
kabhi.. raahein hum takte hain..
manzil toh tum ho....toh
na jaane kyu bhatakte hain..

kabhi.. roshini..kabi andhere se darte hain..
mohaabat toh karte hain..
par..berukhi pe bilakhte hain..
kabhi unhe yaad karte hain..
kabhi yuun bhatakte hain..

Friday, June 25, 2010

Cold NiGHT

Lying on my lap,
For the First time you were so quiet!
I took your hands... And you didnt smiled...
baby ITs too numb,
I dont want you this way!

I Tried to touch your lips,
but my tears rolled down your cheeks so fast!
I could'nt move, baby i missed your spark!
See I dont want you this way


IT has been so beautiful, and its all i wanna say!
you lying on my lap, with smile on ur face!
I used to enjoy! ur curls..and
way they give me trouble..

BAby you know it all...
I loved the way to you,
my eyes used to say it all..

JUSt wish to say..baby
Its too numb!
i dont want you this way!

but i know you scared the cold,
So i never..loosen my hold..
I dont know where i went wrong!
Angel..came..and u were gone!
you got cold..and ur play stopped...
i touched you eyes!
bt u were gone!

baby i miss your play!
i wana be quiet,and listen to your talks,all day!
i wana fight with you..and make love to make it again!

all i have to say!
baby its too numb
I dont want you this way!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

क्यूँ सोंचता कहीं हो ना जाये सांझ

सोंच रहा था गंगा तट पर बैठे,
सूर्यास्त है निश्चित ,सूर्युदय के बाद
पर डर जाता हूँ सोंच , अगर शीघ्र आ गयी वोह सांझ
देख गंगा को मैंने सोंचा ,क्या जीवन है केवल एक नाट्य
मन विच्लिय्त है क्यूँ इसके अंत को लेकर
क्यूँ सोंचता कहीं हो ना जाये सांझ

सोंच रहा था गंगा तट पर बैठे ,
नाट्य ही है क्या मेरा रुदन, और मृगजल मेरी मुसकान
चित्त जिहर रहा था तभी सुना मैंने ,
सन्नाटे को चीरता एक विलाप,
दिखी दूर एक नवयौवना ,श्वेत चादर लपेटे
मन विचलित है क्यूँ इसके रुदन को लेकर
क्यूँ आतंकित हूँ साँझ को लेकर आज

देखा मैंने गंगा तट पर बैठे
ममता की लहर, और सिंदूर का विलाप
अंत था यह ,उस फौजी के पात्र का आज
मन गर्वित हुआ उस पात्र के अभिनय पर
तिरंगे की शान पे हो गयी जिसकी तरुणावस्था कुर्बान

देखा मैंने गंगा तट पर बैठे
फिर हो गयी सांझ

Friday, March 5, 2010

नारी

नारी
मानव तथा मनुषी , विद्वान एवं विदुषी तोह कई कहे जाते हैं!
पर यह जब एक होते हैं, तोह एक नया जीव जग में लाते हैं!
उसके बारे में कई सपने सजाते हैं,पर
उसके आने के समय विह्वल हो जाते हैं!
जो आ रहा है वोह चंदा है यह चांदनी सोंचने लग जाते हैं
चंदा का जीवन अहिं, हम आज चांदनी की कहानी सुनाते है!

खबर मिली है , चांदनी आई है, दिखाते हैं बहोत खुशियाँ लाई है
के अभी पहला अहि, अगली बार चंदा आयेगा, कहकर
लोग उनका दिल बहलाते हैं
यहाँ से शुरू होती है नारी की गाथा -
नारी , औरात , भार्या ..कई नामों से हम उसे बुलाते हैं
हम में से कई उसे विद्या तक न दिलाते हैं
कई बल विवाह कर उसका ही शोषद कर आते हैं
कन्या दान , माहादन किया है यह सोंचकर
पाप करने वालों में सर्वोच हो जाते हैं !

खुद के घर की लक्ष्मी हम उसे मानते नहीं,
दुसरे की लक्ष्मी बना कर दे आते हैं
एक अनजान के हाथों में अपना अंश दे आते हैं
और, वहां भी उसे जनात न मिल पाती,
वोह बेचारी रिश्तों के बोझ तले दब जाती है
वोह बेसहरी अपनी पहचान गवां आती है

ससुराल भी उसको लक्ष्मी, एक नारी जो धन लाती है
मानकर सताता है, कई तोह उसे
इश्वर के द्वार ही पहुंचा आता है!

घर के मंदिर में सब लक्ष्मी को पूजते हैं,
पर लक्ष्मी जब कई रूप में हमारे घर आती है, तोह
हम उसे यहाँ वहां फिराते हैं
यह कौन सा इन्साफ है, क्या हम औरत को एक ही रूप में चाहते हैं,
क्या हम सिफ\रफ उसे वैश्या ही बनाना चाहते हैं
एक की या कई के..काम उस से वही करवाते हैं

क्यूँ हम हर बुराई, हर बीमारी का दोषी औरत को ठहराते हैं!
ताली एक हाँथ से नहीं बजती, औरत खुद के ली यह काम न करती,
क्यूँ हम राधा मीरा के आगे सर झुकाते हैं,और
औरत को पहचान दिलाने को एक कदम न बढ़ाते हैं

शक्ति तोह देवता की भी नारी थी,
चलो वोह कुछ गलती कर गए, हमारे वेद ही नारी को, मनुष्य की कार का कारण कह गए
पर वोह वेदों के रचयिता भी, नारी का अंश थे, किसी नारी का ही वंश थे

वोह गलती कर गए, तुम सुधारों
खुद से नारी का आदर करना जानो
वोह तो बेटी, बहु, दादी नानी बन कर मर जाटी है
और हम कहते हैं, नारी कुछ न कर पाती है
अरे उसे जगह तोह दो, समाज में चलने की
इजात तोह दो, और हौंसला भी
देखो नारी मर्दों को पीछे कर जाएगी
जोह एक महँ पुरुष को पैदा करती है
वोह खुद महँ बन, दुनिया में जगमगाएगी..

यह विनती है हमारी,
नारी की लाज रखो!माँ बेहें , बेटी इन शब्दों का मान रह्को
मान के चलो, लड़की लक्ष्मी नहीं, सरस्वती का रूप है,
शक्ति का स्वरुप है
वोह अगर क्रोधित हो जाएगी, तो धरती विनष्ट हो जाएगी
नर नारी कोस अथ ही चलना है, आज के
वेदों का येही कहना है
अगर नारी मिट जाएगी, तोह नर की पहचान भी हट जाएगी

उम्मीद है इस लेखनी की, की
आज की नारी अपनी अलग पहचान बनेगी!

ayu 's version of meera bai ke dohe!

written in class 8

१ कोई कह तो दे, जो हम न कह सके
वोह सुन तो लें, हम ही दीवाने हैं क्या
परवाने वोह नहीं!
२ दीवानगी न जानी, परवानगी न जानी,
यह जो भी है, बस है ज़िन्दगी हमारी!

३ तुम परदेसी बन के चले जाओगे ,
किसी और के हो जाओगे!
फिर क्या हमे याद फर्माओगे!
हमे तो लगता है , अपने रंग में रंग जाओगे!
हमे भूल जाओगे, हमे भूल जाओगे!

४ आज वादा करते हैं, हम न भूल पाएँगे
तुम्हारे हैं, और शायद तुम्हारे ही रह कर धुल में मिल जाएंगे
कतरे बन हवा में उद्द जाएँगे, और वोह कतरे भी तुम्हे याद फरमाएंगे!
वादा करते हैं, तुम्हारे तोह शायद हो न पाएंगे !
पर किसी और के होना पड़ा, तोह जेते जी मर जाएँगे!
फिर मैं रह जाएगा , हम तोह तुम में मिल जाएगा
वादा करते हैं- हर पल याद फरमाएंगे!
याद फरमाएंगे !

दोस्त

दोस्त
(5 years back)
गर फिरदौस के दिन लौट कर आते नहीं,
वोह दिन हमसे भुलाए जाते नहीं!
अपनों का दामन यूँ चूता की अब हम खुद को संभाल पाते नहीं
जो बचपन से अपना था , जहा बना
जिसके साथ जुदा हमारा हर सपना था
वोह साथी ही हमसे छूट गए
हम तोह एक पल में टूट गए
जब भी कोई ख़ुशी मानते हैं,
उन साथियों को याद फरमाते हैं
जिनके साथ की थी शैतानियाँ, लड़ते थे जिन से !
गूंजती थी जिनके साथ किलकारियां
उन्ही की याद में मोटू की लड़ , आँखों को नम्म कर जाती है
पर एक प्यारी से दोस्त के वादे पर ,
आँहों में सिमट जाती है, पलकें झुक जाती हैं

साथी यहाँ भी हैं, पर उन सा कहाँ
दोस्त यहाँ भी है, पर नवाबीपन जादा
बचपन जहां बीता उसके झारूखे को तरस जाते हैं

पुराने दूर हो गए, बेगाने हो गए
लगता है, कुछ अपने भी अनजाने हो गए!
अब जीवन नए के साथ काटना है,
समय की गति को स्वीकारना है!
पर तुम सब मुझे न भूलना - क्यूंकि
मुझे नहीं है सबको भुलाना
कभी मुझे भी याद फरमाना !
यादों की ओढ़ में लेखनी चुप गयी!
आँखें नम्म होकर फिर झुक गयी!
फिर झुक गयी!

yeh jo yaaraana hai

yeh jo yaarana hai
deewana hai!
hum toh masti ki fizaaon mein
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
kabhi shartein lagate,
kabhi notein udaate,
kabhi filen churaate,
kabhi usko patate
kabhi fattu ko rulaate
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
kabhi soncha na tha!
ek din hum bichad jayenge
zamaane ki bheed mei kho jayenge
phir ek din milenge, aur bas
muskuraayenge
un fizzaaon mei
is dosti ke ye pal yaad ayenge

toh abhi
jee lo na yaar
yeh jo yaarana hai
deewana hai!
hum toh masti ki fizaaon mein
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
aao ghume sath!!
gaao aaj!
yaara hum dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!
apni nayi pehchaan banane jhumte chal pade!
hum toh masti ki fizaaon mein
dosti ke saayein mein
jhumte chal pade!

u are my friend forever

ab yaad (yaad) aata hai tu!!
u are my friend foreever

kabhi balance tha kam, kabhi aankhein thi namm
kabhi papa ki daat, kabhi professor se tarraar (kabhi)
Par akele na they hum!
as u are my freind forever
ab yaad yaad aata hai tu!!
yaad aata hai tu!

yuun tham si gayi hai ab zindagi!
raftaar jo mili, gehraaiyaan kho gayi
doorian badh gayi hain,ab darmiyaan!
kabhi soncha na tha,itna yaad ayengi wo mastiyaan!!
u are my friend foreever
ab yaad aata hai tu!

yaara yehi dosti hai
jo badlti hai har pal, wo zindagi hai
badlti zindagi ke sath,badalte hain dost kai,
but
u are my friend forevr
ab yaad aata hai tu!
yaad aaata hai tu'.

nayi hain rahein,
manzil nayi hai
yaadein hain sang'
aur pyari si dosti hai!
yaad aaata hai tu
u are my freind forever
ab yaad aata hai tu
yaad (yaad) ataa hai tu.

aaj hum jo saath hain (song)

AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!
chedein saanz nayi!
hum hain aawaz nayi
khwaab naye hain
andaaz naye hain
aur hai sath apna ..doston...
AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!

na jaane kaha honge kal,
yaad ayenge tab dosti ke ye pal
pyaari si batein
dushman ke iraadein
har kaam ki fite,
roof top pe candle lite
yaad ayengi tab...
doston
AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!

badal raha hai ye zamana,
sath lekar dosti ko badh chalo
chedo saaz nayi
tum ho aawaz nayi
aaj jo sab sath ho to
aao yunhi ghum lo
dostoon
aaon chede saaz nayi
hum hain awaaz nayi
AAj hum jo sath hain toh
Aoo hum yunhi jhoom lein!

दिन

दिन
( भाई की स्कूल मैगज़ीन के लिये लिखी थी)

दिन आते हैं , और आकर चले जाते हैं !
हर दिन अपने साथ हमें कुछ सिखाते जाते हैं!
बस यह सीखने वालों पे है की वोह क्या सीख पातें हैं !
कुछ सीख कर अच्छे कुछ बुरे बन जाते हैं

हर दिन का अपना महत्व है,
पर हम तो मजबूर हैं क्यूंकि
जैसे हम कोयले को साबुन से सजा नहीं सकते
वैसे ही हम मूढों को कुछ सिखा नहीं सकते!

ये कुदरत का करिश्मा है की गह्धा घोड़े से कम,
पर घोडा गधे से जादा सेख लेता है
पहले गधा वजन धोता था,
आजकल घोडा भी कर लेता है!

यह ज़माने की प्रगति है,
जिसने इतना कुछ कितने कुछ को सिखा दिया है!
तुम इतने पे अचंभित हो,
यहाँ इंसान ने अपना ही क्लोन बना दिया है!

जागो कुछ सीखो आअज का दिन जा रहा है!
कल जो आएगा वोह ठहर नहीं जाएयेगा
ऐसा न हुआ न होने पायेगा
एक और मौका तुम्हारे हाँथ से निकल जाएगा!

आज कुछ नहीं गया पर कल चला जाएगा
बेहतर येही है की जागो कुछ करो!
वर्ना समय भाग जाएगा और हाँथ नहीं आएगा
एक और दिन बीत जाएगा! एक और दिन बीत जाएगा!

मैं! nine years back!

मैं!
२००१
आरज़ू तमन्ना अरमान
इन शब्दों को है मेरा यह पैगाम -
"सामने कड़ी है हर मंजिल, हर तोहफे को है मेरा इंतज़ार"
ज़माने की मुझको फ़िक्र भी नहीं, हर उंचाई पे होगा मेरा नाम.
इस आगाज़ से होती है मेरी हर सुबह और शाम!

राहें कुछ चुन लीं है उन्ही पे चलना है!
अपने साथ न दें, पर खुद से वादा है मेरा
गैरों के साथ जीवन भर का रिश्ता नहीं करना है,
.हर मंजिल पानी है! आँखों का छुपाना पानी है!

इन लफ़्ज़ों से मेरी जिंदगानी बयां न होती,
इस लेखनी से मेरी कहानी बाया न होती!
सरस्वती, लक्ष्मी की आराधक हूँ,
शक्ति को अपनइ जानती हूँ
सामर्थ बहोत है और उसे बयान करना चाहती हूँ
किसी राह पे जाने से घबराती नहीं
बस कोई सहारा देदे , उसके सहारे कपो लौटाने का वादा करती हूँ

एक छोटी से किरण हूँ,
पर रौशनी करके आँखों ओ चौंधियाने की आशा रखती हूँ
कुछ करने की आशा रखती हूँ!

Friday, February 26, 2010

I observe and i observe!

I observe and i observe!
and i love it....
day before yesterday my mid semester one was over, means if i had dared to sleep i must have got night mares.So i engaged myself in chemistry of kajol and srk!
morining 6:30 i was in train, but it has got nothing to do with post. Rather i covered half of my journey sleeping, and another half in deep thoughts!
Those thoughts i wish to keep in reecord with me, coz it was all i felt life is, atleast Indian life is!
so this post is i observe...

The train stopped, at outer (very much expected from a passenger train, as it cant reach its destination before indain timings).
i looked out the window...and was surprized
"left hand side i could see all yellow and green fields, ready to be harvested, and right hand side it was all white... dull grey to be more precise,and just two trees without and green cover were just counting last days of their lives, " i just got first thought, these trees must be eager for the service of villagers nearby, next winters,and will try to survive till then.

then i gave a thought on contrast of views i was getting from two different windows of same compartment. very much expected from me, i had chosen right side window, barren land as a subject of my thoughts.

The train crawled then for next one minute , and then it was at normal speed. i was looking from right side window, and i had chosen my frame of observation also, between the two parallel rods of iron ..now it seemed to me as if i was watching a video..
" life"

first scene was a man on bicylce and a girl following him, i assumed that she must be following him, coz she needs just two rupees to buy colours for holi, or she must be requesting for new skirt, as it was holi time.
But then i thought, she might be goin to primary school, and her father taking her, but this is something least expected from indain villages.

Another scene was green fields and a lady in red saree, working in those farms, i immediately got thought that she must be having her drunkard husband sitting at home,and she will be forced by fuel les chulas at home to go and work,as his son might be sick, or daughter might be coming along with her husband , to visit her.

Again my thoughts were influneced by next scence form my frame, it was really beautiful, two ladies were just walking and continuously talking, first thought i got was that they must be discussing the new blouse and saree which thy must have got from the families where they go to wash utensils, then i realised that if this had been situation i must have witnesed joy in their walks, but it seemed a bit gloomy, so again they mite be worried because it was holi time,and they will be expecting some local bank managers of their village,coming home and asking interest of money which they took as loan from him last holi, whn her husband got severe injury while cutting trees.

Next scene was a jeep, and two men standing with him, in the farms, i avoided that scene because all i was getting was very violent thoughts, And yes! i got someting to think upon as soon as i saw a lady with a boy (must be her son) ,of 10 to 12 years trying to work on fields, i gussed he will be her younger son,and elder one mite be in indain army , and this month money he send home was spent in immunization of his newly born daughter, and calcium tablets of his wife.

Then next seen was really cute i saw a builiding with two room ,and a banner "primary school"
that was government aided school, strength nearby 20 kids aged 8 -10..
all sitting outside in groups and discussing, not alphabets of any language, but they are very well blessed with local language, and they dont feel that they have any need to learn more, but till paanchavi class they could come to thsi buliding daily, and atlest get mid day meals every alternate day, to fill their empty bellies. I also thought that they being kids, also feel happy being there coz they are away from worries back at home, where father must be teliing him that you shuld go to hanuman temple in town next week tuesday, and get some money or atleast earn for youself...

As my train was approaching towards my city of nawabs , lucknow... the views in my frame became more urban,and i could not enjoy them
That is not real India, (this is something i personally believe,)
i had seen India where i wana work, where i wana live, and some or the other way be part of life of protagonists of my posts ,And DO SOMETHING!



and finally i am back home, eating sleeping...and talking as usual! :)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

मैं देखता हूँ

श्यामल चादर , और उसपे ये चांदनी की नक्काशी .
मद्धम सी हवा , बावरा भवरा .
इतराता बादल चाँद को ओड़नी उढाता हुआ.
ऐसा समा देख किसे ना इश्क हो जाएगा .
व्याकुल मन और गंगा का तट ,
मद्धम स्वर , दूर पायल की छन छन.
कौन तेरा कान्हा न बनना चाहेगा.
पर इस सन्नाटे को चीरता , एक बावाली का विलाप.
तन धूमिल और मनन विचलित,
उसपर श्यामल चादर के केवल ढाक.
कौन सा कान्हा अब इस को अपनाएगा.
फिर सुनता हूँ मैं एक घनघोर नाद.
गंगा में तरंगें उठती हुई,पल भर में फिर था
गंगा का मद्धम स्वर हवा में व्याप्त
और सुबह की पहली किरण पड़ते ही मैंने देखा
संतुष्ट चील का झुण्ड गंगा तट पर कर रहा था वाद विवाद!

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