cupid's arrow strikes again....

Indian students have always a good resistance against cupid. But with the beginning of this new century our defense has gone some what week. Teenagers are more prone to cupid's arrow. Although the arrows are always blocked by a thick and strong wall of shyness, self-respect, arrogance , parent's instructions and some healthy dreams. Still colleges and schools are gradually turning into dating spots . Facebook and orkut are providing a good virtual platform from this. Soon we will have virtual marriages and virtual children.

" Couples and couples are everywhere but true couples are very rare". With the shortening of family, students are seeking for a good mental support if they have no evil intention. Some use it as a status symbol and brand value. It is one of the most costly maintained status symbol though. Anyways all of us need a good time pass. After all we can't do study or watch idiotic serials on TV the whole day. Teenagers are always confused between opposite sex attraction and love. Love is just like the term infinity. It can be never defined but it exists and is of imperative nature in life's calculation.

Most of the people face the same difficulty, like buying a new mobile which was attracting you from many months. But when it is in our hands it doesn't look like anything special. The newer models started attracting us and we started comparing it with other ones and find our one inferior. The youth always lacks a proper commitment as they never know how to balance and manage their new relationship. Ultimately the relation collapses, giving some wounds that can never be healed and some good experiences.We emerge out much more matured and stronger after any such events. Real love at virtual platform are creating real tears in eyes.People loves at facebook , fights at facebook, departs at facebook again patches up at facebook and finally say ALVIDA at facebook.

We all have to keep on moving in life. New school , coaching or workplace.Even adding someone from facebook or orkut. Cupid is always waiting to shoot our delicate delicate organs by his arrows. New crush at every new place crushes our determination and concentration. But it is always inevitable ( as long as you are normal), side effects are optional though. But the thick layer of self respect and shyness hinders the nourishment of any new relation. The main villains are our friends and company who are always seeking the chances to pair our name with any one else. No offense to them as we do the same. These friends are always spying on us and we helplessly can't do anything. First they never leave us alone and our beloved one is also never alone. How to initiate we never know ?

Time flies with high speed. Either they are already booked giving a boost to our envy or just sharing of some glance to each other. Going with determination daily to find some ways of initiating talk but come back with empty hands and frustrated mind. Cupid is just like our politicians. He initiates but never propagates any thing.He left us in this ambiguous position. Soon our crush departs from us and we can just forget them nothing else. A poem i have written on this and the only remark till now I got is "bakwaas" or trash. But still it describes what I want to convey.......


पहली बार मिलन नजरो का
आरंभ तभी आपसी नखरो का
पल भर मे ही फ़ेर ली निगाहें
पर दोनो का दिल कुछ और ही चाहे
हुई शुरु फ़िर एक अनकही अजीब दास्तां
न कोई मंजिल बस एक हसीन रास्ता
कभी हमारी नजरे उनसे बतियाने की करती कोशिश
दिल और दिमाग में रहती हमेशा एक रंजिश
कुदरत की भी अजीब ही थी साजिश
हर अदा मे उनकी थी एक कशिश
इस खामोशी में था एक अजीब कोलाहल
बड़े रंगीन बड़े मदहोश थे वे पल
दूसरी ओर भी फ़िजा का यही था रुख
उनकी तिरछी नजरे , फ़िर लजाया हुआ गुलाबी मुख
उनके खामोश होंठ पर बोलते हुए नैना
शांत मुख मन बावरा अजब अनोखी रैना
जल रही उधर भी प्रेम की अग्नि पावन
समा बैचेन बेकरार पर था मन भावन
रही खामोश ये दो दिलो की बोलती दास्ता
दिल का न रहा कभी जबा से वास्ता
हुआ नही दोनो तरफ़ से इजहार
पहले आप पहले आप, लज्जा भयवश दोनो लाचार
इसी कशमकश मे वक्त गया बीत
रह गये तन्हा मिला न मीत
गुम हो गयी यह बेनाम बेजुबा कहानी
आये जब याद लगे सुहानी

RAGGING: A MENTAL SICKNESS

In September 02 Anup Kumar, 19, committed suicide by hanging himself from a ceiling fan at his residence in Kanpur. In his suicide note, Anup said that he was going through mental agony due to the sexual harassment by second-year students of the Institute of Engineering and Technology, Lucknow, in the name of ragging

On 7 March 2009, Aman Kachroo, 19, a first year student of Dr Rajendra Prasad Medical College, Tanda, Kangra, HP, India, had repeatedly complained to his parents about the brutal ragging that took place on the Medical College campus — often by completely drunk third-year students. On Friday night and Saturday morning (March 6-7, 2009), the boy was beaten so badly that he died of brain hemorrhage

Satwinder Kumar, 28, ended his life on 3 March 2010. He was a student of the Advanced Training Institute, Mumbai. In his suicide note he named seven seniors who had ragged him so much that he left for home for Kurukshetra rather than take mid-term exams. Before he could reach home, he committed suicide by throwing himself before a goods train in Rajasthan's Jhalawar district

I can just finish my post with these 3 news also as they explicitly define the whole situation. What kind of legacy is the newcomers of college are receiving and how it continues to run every year? Every year the joy of getting into a good college is replaced soon with the fear of ragging. Parents shudder more than their wards. College authorities also have strain on their mind as they have stress of managing this social sickness.

I always have this peculiar feeling what whoever had started this ragging custom has nothing ill in his mind. I mean we all are very reserved and conserved till our school life. We don’t know how to interact with the outer world and how to describe ourselves in front of others. Many of us are having hidden talents but they are never shown up as they are covered with a thick layer of shyness and hesitation. A forced introduction by any senior may help to bring some unusual and hidden talents of us or at least we will be able to communicate with others and interact comfortably with rest of the strange world then.

But it eventually deformed and turned into a social evil when it involved physical then mental and finally sexual harassments. It has more become like a JEHAD whose meaning no one knows but love to do that. I felt ashamed when my friends currently senior to me love to say “ maar ke rakh di juniors ki class mein ja kar “ , “ abbey bahut maja aa raha hai ragging lene mein “ , “ aaj fir tang kiya in baccho ko “.Ironically this all were having crying faces last year on the name of ragging. I’m lucky as till now I haven’t been ragged. My college is very strict and even the seniors are very good. Our director had given a speech on ragging at the invocation function referring it as a mental sickness of senior to exploit their juniors. Our college was also full of sign boards having message “welcome freshers “or “instructions of no ragging and repercussions of it “. It was really shameful to watch that how this introductory formality have become a hectic evil.

The only measurement can be this that seniors must remember their own faces while taking anyone’s ragging how they were thrilled and horrified last year. How insecure they were feeling while entering into the campus. The parents of seniors must advise their wards to refrain from any of such futile and trash activities. Their one immature step for enjoyment may devastate their whole future. Ragging rules are not stricter and they are being followed also. So we must vanish this social blot as fast as we can. Juniors must be having smiling face with full of enthusiasm and zest while entering college and not worried faces with insecurity in mind and trembling legs and parents must have broad chest rather than a stressed mind and burdened shoulders.

RETURN OF ARJUN SINGH.....

So what you people thought.... is arjun singh's time over . Not at all. Few years back his greed for chair threw the country into more backwardness and hindered our growth by OBC reservation bill. Lots of strike and opposition to it but all were in vain and government some who succeeded to implement the cobwebs on our nation's growth for there hunger of ruling. Arjun Singh played the key role in that but the "chanakya " himself got outplayed and he was discarded later.

We have lots of rejected people who when united can form a political party major one include amar singh , uma bharti , arjun singh , kalyan singh , vivek oberoi , saurav ganguly and many others. So what must be arjun singh doing now. His silence has already broken the backbone of congress party on Bhopal gas tragedy. If someday Arjun singh started to think of coming in charge again what could be his possible plan.

Reservation, that's for sure. It is the most easy to use and handle technique of politics with a guaranteed result. But where can he further implement it. It seems like all the possible places are already hit by this "bramhastra". But arjun singh can always do magic and this time also he must be thinking something different yet powerful.

Our cricket team , may be it is his first target. We are achieving a lots of success and even money also. It could be the best way to promote reservation. So out of 11 players , 2 seats for each ST,SC and OBC must be reserved. Captaincy must be rotated alternately between this reserved candidates. There must be special relaxation for out of form reserved candidates. They can't be dropped from team until having an batting average below 2 and bowling average above 100. And if dropped from the team then also they will receive equal amount of money win by the team. Same restriction will be on the AD films. Companies have to take these reserved cricketers for promoting there products and have to give them lifetime payment . Media will have to do the same. Highlights the achievements of these reserved ones.

Arjun Singh will definitely plan for reservation in our indian movies also. The working crew must have 16% sc ,14% st and 20% obc reservation. Script writer , dialogues , music all will be done by reserved category ones. And producers must have to give them life time payments for acting in his films. But if the producer is a reserved guy then the reverse case will happen. All the leading actors must have huge cut offs in their payments and the character actors will have to work free. Media will have to promote their films without any publicizing fees. Same thing on radio and other promotional agencies. Even he will plan for a compulsion for general people to watch those films.

What can be the last thing. It seems like all the thing has done. But wait, there is a huge online revolution all around. All peoples are using facebook and orkut and some of them don't approve others friendship request. Perhaps this thing can also do the trick for him. An online compulsion, each users facebook account will also be brought into reservation. There can be plenty other things also. Arjun Singh's silence is a sign of the upcoming reservation tornado which gonna struck the country so vehemently that no sign of progress will be saved.

The "man with the vision" rahul gandhi took his words back after initially trying to move on his fathers footprints. Even kapil sibbal had also quoted at that time " we will not do anything which will hinders our country progress " but now he is the supreme advocate marching the flag of backward peoples. Who really is backward I never understand, a poor general farmer having nothing to eat or a IAS collector being benefited from the reservation.Even the government planning to have a religion based reservation. Government will continue adding more castes for there benefits and India will be dividing daily mentally , physically and constitutionally.

Failures are Temporary ,so is depression

Failure and depression both have a vice versa relation. Failure results in depression and depression results in failure. We all have to face a very bleak situation in some time. Few months back I was also entangled in the cobwebs of depression. Those were very bleak days in which none of the beautiful things of life seemed to give any kind of tranquility to me. And its not the story of only me. From a school student to a young one struggling for job. From a tired engineer to an exhausted doctor . From a busy professor to a puzzled housewife. All of us are getting crushed in this fast running life. Our legs cramped while running in this rat race but we wished to continue and we are compelled by expectations of other and of ourselves. Back in those days I had written a poem to describe my present condition and to haunt me so that I can continue to run in the race. Even this poem was written in overconfidence as I was expecting the contrast situation to happen but a part of my mind was knowing that it might ultimately become true and so it became

खुली आँखे तो सामने पायी दुनिया अलग
न कुछ बदला, पर सब था अलग
मै भी वही, सब भी वही
लगा पर सब नही जैसे पहले
सोचा हुँ किसी और जग मे कही
लग रहे सभी बदले-बदले
नीला प्रकाशित आसमान, देता था जो उत्साह
आज प्रतित हो रहा काला गहरा स्याह
मंद-मंद पवन जो ऊर्जा थी देती
आज तुफान के थपेड़ो सी प्रतित होती
कल-कल बहता पानी था जो गतिमान
लगा आज थमा सा, बिल्कुल बेजान
बढा आगे फ़िर दिखे चेहरे जाने पहचाने
आया जितने पास लगे और वे अनजाने
हुआ महसूस फ़िर वे तो वहीं है ठहरे
मेरी ही झुकी हुई है नजरे
न है उनकी नजरो मे मेरे लिये मान
क्योंकि लुप्त है मेरा निज स्वाभिमान
तीक्ष्ण नजरों के कटाक्षो और व्यंग्य बाणो के खिलाफ़
न थी मेरे पास कोई साहस की ढाल
क्योंकि था जब मेरे पास सबसे बड़ा हथियार
होता अचूक जिसका हर वार
वक्त जिसका मूल्य न मैने जाना
करता उपयोग तो था पाना ही पाना
पर उसी वक्त का हुआ मुझ पर वार
मिला न अवसर कैसे करू फ़िर प्रतिवार
गया मै वही जा ठहर
होती गयी दुर मंजिल हर पहर
आज हुँ खड़ा उसी पथ पर
किया शुरु जहाँ से सफर
सोचा था चलूँगा मै अकेला
पीछे कारवा बनता चलेगा
पर रह गया मै पीछे
कारवा बना और बढता चला गया
आज इस मोड़ पर सफ़र के
दिखे कुछ न आगे न पीछे
है पछतावा आँसू है है अंधियारा
बढ रहा निराधार, सामने अंध गलियारा
आज याद आता हर वो क्षण
जो बहाया पनी के जैसा
निकलता पानी नैनो से अब हर क्षण
पर जो बोया पाय भी वैसा
जिंदगी बस एक औपचारिकता महज
होगा कुछ न अब सरल सुगम सहज
रोज उठ कर सूरज के साथ
श्याम ढले ढ्ल जाता हुँ मै
अपनी ही राख से उभरकर
रोज पुनः जल जाता हुँ मै

Few days back I met the ultimate failure of my life. I was imagining this kind of life from my childhood that what if I failed . What kind of life it would be. There will be no support from any one. I would be discarded and no one will pay any heed to me. But when this eventually became true. The situation was not as I had expected. Nothing had changed. Although I faced some hard criticism from my family and some of the people having profit/loss philosophy disrespected and demoralized me a lot. But the main thing was that I wasn't broken. I revived my enthusiasm and zest back. Failures are always temporary. And in some part of your life you really need them. Had I been not failed , I will remain arrogant and over confident but one failure put me back to the basics. I introspect a lot and came out as a much better and strong person. Written a poem in those days to keep moving ....

निकला था जब डगर पर
द्र्ढनिश्चय और विजय की प्रतिज्ञा कर
आत्मविश्वास और इच्छाशक्ति से सुस्जित
जिगर मजबूत,मन तैयार करने जीत सुनिश्चित

राह के मध्य ही लड़खड़ाये कदम
थमे पग लगे सब छ्द्म्म
बीच मझदार ही अटकी नैया
दिखे न साहिल, क्या करे खैवय्या

तपे तन, मायूस मन गया चैन
घबराया दिल, दिमाग सुन्न, अश्रुपर्वित नैन
बीच राह ही छोड़ी आशा
मन मस्तिष्क चहु और निराशा

सोचा फ़िर हारने से पहले ही
क्यो मान लूँ हार
है जान जब जिगर में
करता रहुँ तब तक वार

ना पलट सकता अब मैं
सफ़र के इस मोड पर
क्यों ना लगा दू पुरी ताकत
शायद पहुँच जाउँ उस छोर पर

बीच में भागने पर क्या मिलेगा
लो ठान तो पहाड़ भी हिलेगा
हारने से तो अच्छा कोशिश करना
पहले ही क्या हार से डरना

क्यो न भीड़ जाऊँ पुनः जीजान से
क्यो न जुट जाऊँ पुन: ठान के
क्यों न करु कोशिश सच्चे मन से
क्यो न चलू पुनः खुद की ताकत जान के

बढाये पग जैसे ही कुछ दुर
लौट आया चेहरे का नूर
दिखी मंजिल चंद कदमो पर
झूम उठा शरीर का अंग हर

पहुँचा जब अपने गंतव्य
लगा सफ़र ही था भव्य
सिखा दोबारा उठना , चलना और लड़ना
और धारा के विपरीत बहना

So people each time you failed and decided to quit, just think once you can be very near. May be you have dug 10 km and then decided to quit with gold only few meters away. Just remember your first bicycle ride. You fall many time. Many a time you decided to quit. Many wounds and injuries keep on motivating you to command a bicycle and eventually you ride on the track of success and satisfaction.

बार-बार उभर में पुनः जला
बार-बार जल मे पुनः उभरा
हैरान खुदा भी पुछ बैठा
क्या है मेरी रजा

ATITHI TUM KAISE AAOGE ??

If a “chipku” type guest entered your house it is difficult to throw him away. Gone are those days when we used to say " atithi devo bhav" . In the present fast running life, we have no time to show hospitality to our self then how can we bother to give even the traces of our precious time to an unwanted guest. The qualities of an unwanted guest are :

1) He is UNWANTED grrr . " There is no need of you in my house . Get the hell out of here."
2) He uses and touches things which he isn't supposed to do. Your precious thing . Those things which even you are scared of touching and do not allow any nasty friend or your siblings to touch.
3) He watches TV when your favorite programs are coming.
4) When he comes out of your toilet you need oxygen mask to enter their with tons of perfumes spray.
5) You have to buy sweets and other stuff to please him.
6) He keeps on ordering you to waste your time.
7) He utters again and again " mein aapko tang to nahi kar raha " but continues doing that.
8) He says again and again " ab mujhe chalna chahiye" but never go.

So what to do? These unwanted guests are like those mosquitoes to which no ALL OUT works. They are those communicable diseases which leave on their own wish in spite of how many doses of medicine you take and still no vaccination for these diseases has invented. Soon you start disliking their face and are filled with anger by a single glance but have to keep on smiling. You have to laugh on their crap jokes and listen carefully and with interest to their boring and repeating talks. We learn a lot of acting during their arrival and they enhance our enduring power, the only positive aspects of them.

So few days ago I received a call from an extreme and rare example of an unwanted guest. Yes that fellow had already visited my home again and we never wished for his second arrival. All the above agony is intended only for unwanted guest. We really love standard guest coming and living at our home. In a city like UJJAIN you have to welcome lots of guests especially when you live near the main ghat of kshipra river and mahakal temple. And we do that with out any puckered eye. As per dad we have to help other then only we can expect help from others.

So during his first visit he was a respected guest. I went to receive him. He was an old member of BJP and used to brag about his relations with prominent faces. That time it was very fascination to have a person in your home which had met with top leaders of our country. He always carried a album in which his photographs with leaders like " lk advani , atal bihari ji , vasundhara raje etc " and many other prominent faces were inserted. So we thought to give him a hearty welcome because it is always good to be in contact with persons of political influence. They are those trump cards which can easily ease the way of any tough government work of yours. India is a country of " SIFARISH" and nothing wrong to do "SIFARISH" as your official work which are delayed by corrupt officers are easily done with bargain and very less time.

We had prepared a very delicious food for him. But as soon as he arrived the situation turned. Same like you are expecting SACHIN to come and score a century but ramesh povar arrive, spoiling your whole mood. He started giving orders as we were his servants and had to greet him. He said he will not eat sitting on ground. He sat on one chair with his plate on other. He kept on demanding things and meanwhile telling lots of mistakes in food. Mom was burning in agony inside the kitchen. The scene was that the person which enter his room go with a smile and talk with sugar filled voice but while returning we had those frustrating and awkward faces like a crow had given PRASAD on our expensive clothes.

In India we are supposed to respect old mans despite how wicked they are. Old man can do all those crimes to which younger ones are punished and awarded the image of bad mannered. That shameless creature wanted to take a bath and he removed all his clothes ( not the underwear ) in our main hall. We were expecting his stay only for 2 hours but he didn't go to a hotel and remained at our home. These miser creatures loves to wreck others peaceful life. Mom offered her politely to wash his clothes and that shameless moron said yes and even left his undergarments also. We started panicking due to his presence and were praying for her departure soon. But he kept on ruling like a king and disrespecting his slaves again and again. Before leaving he demanded to make “parathas” for his train journey and I had never seen mom in that much anger before. Mom was shouting inside and the scene created was very enjoyable.

. Whenever his name is taken in our home, mom's agony returns. After his departure he called us many a times. Due to his bad luck, every time I received the call and ignored either by telling a wrong number or a bad signal or any other futile reason. His call stopped coming. But few days back he called again. I was deceived this time as first he asked " sharma ji hai ". I replied " ha aap kaun". Then he told his name and said he had lost the way of our house and demanded to receive him. Gosh! He was standing few meters away from my house .I was in a situation like a bomb was planted in my house. Don't know where and when it will explode. I told him to hold and went downstairs and shouted loudly “mom that wicked old fellow is asking for our address what to do". Mom also got unstable but came back to her wits soon. Sis suggested telling that one of our family members died and no one is in the home. When he called back I said the same thing in a very solemn voice and didn't wait for his response and put the phone down. Mom strictly ordered me not to open the door and gave some convincing excuse in case he succeeds to find our home. Since the day after this it is my duty to receive all phone call and talk in a changed voice to assure that he hasn't called.

So ATITHI , what you think you planned it very well. You will come and wreck our schedules and dominate us. We don't want to take risk in planning of "atithi tum kab jaoge". We will never allow you to come at our home. Do whatever you can do. "atithi tum kaise aaoge ?