The Construction Phase.........................

Destruction, though an intimidating word but it rhymes, with and is antonym of the word construction. For several days I was thinking to update my blog with a good post, but lack of constructive and creative thoughts was restricting me. On today’s morning, when I was analyzing and inspecting the construction work going on my house I came with a very awkward yet interesting analogy between the construction of building and our own mind.

Have you ever felt broken inside, with a reason or without any reason?? Mood swings without any reason at regular intervals, getting depressed again and again and having just negative approach for everything. Sitting alone in your friend circle or avoiding contact with them pretending that you are lost somewhere else. With every new day there seemed no new beginning, and sunset seemed more prominent than sunrise. The things which used to give us happiness, sounds illogical and scary and we just wanted to run away from them. We all have definitely gone through a very bizarre period in our life where life lacks something, what we don’t know? But the essence of enjoyment and enthusiasm is lost and we just flail without any control on our mind and mood.

But for some new construction or building of a new monument, destruction is the first part. You can’t create something new on an existing thing. Even for a slight modification something has to be destruct first. The same concept is applied on thoughts also. In order to clear your perspective and make way for new thoughts, the old thoughts and prejudices has to be destructed. You have to erase or wipe incorrect pages of your life book even tear them apart so that a fresh page can be created to write a new story.

Now, the mode of destruction and the initial phase of construction are not very comfortable. Comparing it with construction of a building, first the view is damaged and there are broken pieces everywhere. Same in case of our mind, our old mindset and opinions are damaged and we have to change them. Everything in the home is scattered and nothing remains at its right place, same with us as our mood and thoughts are scattered and even our mind is not at its right place.

We have to adjust our sleeping and eating-place, similarly we have to adjust a lot when the destruction phase is running in our mind. When something is broken, the sounds are very annoying and cumbersome. When our heart is broken, the beautiful memories of happy moments of past are also very painful and disturbing. Soon we became frustrated blaming our decision for this construction phase and remembering how good our building used to look and how comfortable it was in past? But we know that we are helpless and we can never have our old building back.

Slowly, we recover and adjust to this construction phase. We start plotting for our new and better monument. We tear the old pages and start afresh, filling colors in the sketchbook of dreams. An optimistic person may be opting a mistake again, but its human nature. We can’t remain depressed and sad for long, either by our own willpower to rise again or for the sake of not reflecting a weak image and creating emotional drama everywhere. In the last phase of our construction phase, we tap our back or thank our destiny that after a short uncomfortable period (which never looks short when we are passing through it) the future is better and brings more happiness than what we thought in past this unfulfilled present will.

Aarakshan : movie review

Finally, I had watched one of the most awaited film of mine, ‘aarakshan’, yesterday. The promos were stunning, the topic is one of my favorite and something I had discussed the most and in depth. And when prakash jha is on the director’s chair, the expectations are always high. I thought to write a review for this movie after I had read some of its review. There is nothing much to hype about this film. The way it was marketed makes us curious about the content in the film. But the story is much different. But anyway it’s a great effort and this movie is a must watch.

Firstly, whatever you were watching in the promos comprises just a minor part of the film. 90% of the promos are taken from just first half hour of the film, the rest is completely different. Amitabh Bacchan, has played or I must say lived the character of prabhakar anand, principle of a college. Prabhakar gives utmost priorities to principles and ideals in his life. He helps poor and backward kids and give them free coaching. Even he has reserved some of the places in his college for backward institutions which give rise to a controversy as the college is private and there is no reservation policy in it.

People belonging to upper class oppose on his policy of giving entry to backward people but not to them even for trustee or management quota. Lots of people became his enemy but he remains firm to his values. He favors and helps Deepak kumar, a backward student, played by saif ali khan in every part of his academic life and even give him a part time job in college. Deepak is in a relation with his daughter poorvi, played be Deepika. Poorvi and Deepak are friend with Sushant, played by prateik babbar who is son of a rich man and trustee of college.

The scenario of enjoyable and peaceful college life suddenly changes when supreme court approves the decision of 27% reservation in government colleges. Sushant, who was sure of his admission to mass communication in a leading government college got disappointed and annoyed, when he failed to secure an admission. His fury and panic lead to differences between him and Deepak. There is a massive dialogue and argument between him and Deepak on the topic of reservation. Mithalesh Singh, played by Manoj Bajpayee is the vice principle, who runs 7 coaching classes and has partial and negative thoughts about backward people. He taunts Deepak for his success and comments on the lack of competitive spirit in backward people, and using reservation for an unfair advantage. The fights goes vehement with both sides exchanging lots of personal comments. Prabhakar, suspends sushant and had a hot discussion with Deepak, leading Deepak to separate his path and further breakup of Deepak and Poorvi.

This section comprises the first half hour of the film, which seems controversial and provoking to some extent, but if you wish that entire film is based on this then you are wrong. The rest 2 hours are based on Amitabh’s struggle against private coaching classes, his fight with Manoj and his inner power of sticking to his values. After resigning from college, due to conflict with mithlesh, Prabhakar’s home is illegally taken by Mithelesh to run his coaching. Prabhakar starts a free coaching for all the students, Deepak and Sushant also joins him, soon they have an army of lots of people giving their free services and the Mithlesh coaching business suffer and eventually collapse. The end of the film is diplomatic and has nothing to do with reservation. It ends with having free coaching classes in the college campus for poor students.

So this was the story. Now talking about reviews, firstly I don’t understand why the movie is named as aarakshan, as a major portion of the movie has nothing to do with it. May be it’s a good marketing strategy, or may be if Prakash has extended the reservation part. Political parties may have burned his creativity before the film has reached the theatres.

Prakash has kept an equal perspective for both parties. Dialogues, which are both entertaining and thought provoking are said for both parties. There are some minor characters and stories which gives light to major problems, like a bramhin whose father is peon, not getting admission in a college despite having 86% as some ST student has taken a general seat. It shows the faulty rule of reserved people having the right to take seats of general people which results in destroying the future of a bright talent. Sushant not getting admission due to reservation policy is another thing. The bank manager not getting promoted and his junior getting promoted due to reservation policy reveals another loop hole.

Manoj Vajpayee, saying that reservation policy would lead to flourishing of coaching classes further seems the most strong point. As general people have to join coaching to compete due to shortage of seats, and even in the reserved class, those having money would enjoy better luxuries and resources and would easily beat the poor ones. That’s a reality, Prabhakar’s wife saying that reservation is not the solution of injustice and if you want to give them a chance, then give them better resources in the beginning, good primary education so that they would be able to complete with general people is another great thing.

I would recommend all the people to go and watch this movie, as its both entertaining and thought provoking. You would have fun and will really enjoy the way this sensitive topic is dealt with covering all the essential issues. It’s a must watch movie.

MY FIRST STORY.....

She dialed the number again with not much support from her mind. As the ring started, her heartbeat began to rise. Lots of thoughts were puzzling her, worries and tension; even the ring became less audible. Speculations and predictions, where he could possibly be, or why he was not attending the call. When the no response tone came, it seemed her heartbeat stopped. She got numb, stupefied. The events of recent started flashing in her mind like a film and she was suddenly filled with guilt and remorse.

“Why didn’t you answer my call?” He asked with a mixed feeling of agony and anger.

“Because I was busy due to some work,” She replied without any expression on her face.

“But you may have called back later when you were free, it can’t be as if you were busy through out the day and didn’t see my missed calls”. His frustration level was rising but not by that intensity as his grief was.

“ Ohh come on, why do you boys make issue of everything? I never understand, I don’t think it’s a big deal to not attend your call or call back. There is no sense in this entire thing. You just seek for reasons to fight with me!!” She seemed to be unaffected by his weak protest.

“All right, so are we meeting today evening at the restaurant?” Realizing all his efforts of complaining are in vain, he switched the topic.

“NO, not today and not in a restaurant, what would the people think, you have no concern for my image”. Suddenly she was back in the fighting mood.

“But you often hang out there with other boys, your old friends. Then what’s the problem in coming with me”. He replied in a tone, not sure whether he must speak or not.

“Why do you interfere in my life so much? You have no right to comment on what I do and with whom. Ohh gosh!!! That’s the problem with you boys, if a girl is talks sweetly to you; you misinterpret it and try to act as her protector cum bodyguard. Why do you try to impose yourself on me? You are not my boy friend!” Her expressions were enough to make him drop all his weapons.

“All right, thank you for reminding me about my position in your life. I would remember that”. Words were coming out from his mouth after much filtering from great sorrow.

“Now there is no need of doing any emotional drama. Old friends are always the first priority, you came later in my life, don’t expect my full attention. Can’t you just simply act like a friend”. She left in a haste, furious; and he remained there transfixed, watching helplessly his self respect and ego burning in the fire of negligence..

She was now on the verge of bursting into tears. She was reminded of all the times she avoided him with out any valid reason or sometimes without any reason. She realized his worth in her life and his contribution in making her life happy. He was there for her through thick and thin without any complain for bad treatment on her part. He endured her fury, negligence and orders without any complains. He neither protested nor did he ever leave her side no matter how rude she was to him at times. But she misinterpreted his silence as his weakness and helplessness. She started to build the perspective, that no matter what happened he would never leave her. He is like a mental slave and she could use him and treat him as she wanted. She started to make fun of his care for her and his devotion to their friendship.

She now realized the pain that he faced when she was not talking to him intentionally. She now realized his helplessness and frustration when she didn’t answer his calls or texts when she could have. She just wanted to apologize once, cry on his shoulder and beg for forgiveness but he had disappeared. There was no sign of him for the past 4 days. She had called more than 8 times.

She remembered how she used to cut his phone just to attend others’ calls or for some useless work. She, for the first time in life felt that he has now become a vital part in her life and without him she is incomplete. Tears now began to come to her eyes and they brought more pain as she realized how he wiped her tears and said that no matter what happen I will always be there with you to wipe your tears and if I can’t , I will cry with you. But now he was not there to cry with her and she was the only culprit.

She prayed to god to give her a chance to rectify all her mistakes. She decided now to answer his every call and every text. She would go with him wherever he wanted to take her. She wouldn’t do any work that would make him suffer and she would talk to him kindly giving him the respect and attention he deservers. She won’t hang up the phone abruptly and won’t be furious without any reason. Suddenly her phone rang and whole the world appeared to come alive when she saw his number flashing.

“Hello, I am sorry I wasn’t able to receive your calls.”

“Shut up, who do you think you are, where were you, how dare you disappear without informing me, can you imagine how worried I was! How can you boys imagine that, you take everything so lightly and carelessly!”?

“My cell had some technical problem and today it was in silent mode and I had some work so I wasn’t able to check my phone.”

“Don’t lie, it’s not possible that you didn’t check your phone even once! Couldn’t you just call back once to check whether I am all right or not? But why would you bother! What I am to you. I hate you! I won’t talk with you again!” She hung the phone in a fury.

He called back again. She was smiling now watching how she wrecked all the resolutions made just a few minutes back. She now knew what she had to do. It was the beginning of a new sweet and healthy relation.

One child policy : solution of growing population ??

The census results are out, and the figure give the environmentalists the same shock as a student get when he sees his AIEEE rank. Both just pray to have got lesser number of digits than the actual ones. So we are 121 crores now. It seems huge, and we are chasing China very fast who is still on the top with 134 crores. So finally India will top at least one list. A list on which every countries wish to remain on the bottom side.

Now, we Indians have a tendency to waste all our energy and time on discussing only the problems. So I won’t get into the detail of the catastrophic effect of growing population. Lets discuss the solutions. Now the question arises, do we have any possible solution to almost nullify our growing population rate?

“ bacche 2 hi acche”, the quote which I guess must have formed before lalu prasad came into the politics is still well known, but has it been implemented effectively. People back in 80s wouldn’t have thought that in future, even the basic commodities would become out of reach of normal person. Price rise will broke even the records of DU cut offs. Its ok, they were lacking the sources of entertainment that we enjoy but it I never understand why they started factories of children. 7 to 10 children a family, thank god now people plan children according to their annual income and budget.

So is the one child policy the correct solution. China has implemented it, and to a good extent it has controlled its population very well. It also has enough land to accommodate all. Now leave all this statistics and imagine your life without your brothers and sisters. No one to fight with, no one to compete with, no one to hug in your success, no one to give your shoulders to cry on.

Every child whether animals or human first compete with their siblings to grow stronger and learn. We all had competed with our brothers and sisters in everything. Every piece of chocolate, every toy, clothes and the comparison of every performance in school. The achievements of our brothers and sisters always compelled us to work hard. The mistakes of our elder siblings told us what not to do and we always guided the younger ones. We never had to search someone to play cards, crickets or other outdoor games. There is no fun in eating the pizza alone, you must have your siblings to fight for every single piece, and the feeling of victory gives the real taste.

Alone child will never get full time and support of parents. He will felt alone and soon would come under obsession. Either he will become anti social or a computer geek. He’ll have no one to compete with, thus no sense of competition would generate in his mind. Neither he will have any one to give him emotional stability. So we may improve statistically but our social structure will collapse. We are already suffering from single-family problems now that family would loose its complete entity too. Guess better education and spreading more awareness and restrictions for the two child plans must be continued. We don’t want to have obsessed army of large old peoples after 50 years.

Ride for us, race for them !!

Whenever I get down from a bus, I always pray to find a city bus. The reason being my childhood aversion from public transport, like city vans and tempos. Why I hate them, it’s not hard to guess. They are always overloaded and the situation inside these vans are like a third degree torture to war slaves. Often there are 5 people sitting on the seat where at most 3 can park and both the conductor and driver, if by some mean they can, are willing to place more people.

Many a times in emergency people had to stand between the spaces, some of them are drunk so the condition became further worse. Suffocation almost kills you and you just wish to jump from the moving van so that you can grasp some fresh air. Guess, its better to die from wounds than lack of air. Long before when I avoided public transport I often used to think that they must have some phenomenon of extra dimensions in these vans as almost triple the amount of people are sitting at a time on a van and sometimes the figure rise exponentially. 2 people escape and 10 more get in. I had once traveled when the gear rod was between my both legs and I had to concentrate more than the driver to protect myself from a life threatening accident.

So this time too I didn’t get a city bus and I had to travel in a city van. I was daunted by the fact that I was the first one to get in. It means I may have to wait for more than half an hours if it didn’t get full completely. By full I mean 3 people along with the driver, 4 people on both seats and a conductor hanging on the gate and crying for money. I began to panic when only 3 people come after 5 minutes.

Just then I had started to analyze the driver and for the first time I started viewing things from his point of view. He was panicked and unstable. He was wandering around his van, calling loudly for the passengers. His eyes were in horror. Horror of other drivers, horror of impatient passengers, horror of city buses and horror of remaining behind in this everlasting race for survival. A race, which uses your blood as a fuel and it is converted into lots of sweatand little money.

He started the van with only 5 passengers in it and I was baffled. Baffled by his decision and baffled by my own inner paradox of thoughts. I always imagined this situation and rated it as impossible, sitting comfortably in a city van. But now here I was, sitting with as much space as 3 people use usually but I wasn’t happy. I was sympathetic towards the fellow whose eyes were still rolling 360 at the road to find another passenger. But he didn’t get any more. I just got down, finished my work and coming back to stand again sat in an overloaded van, suffocating, perspiring and abusing the van driver and thinking “ kash agle stop par sab utar jaye “ !!

We are just friends, what are you saying ?

As the title suggests, I’m gonna talk about friendship and love once again. One of the most monotonous topic I think but it keeps on emerging in front of me again and again. Only the faces and places change and some times the circumstances. So the newly free teenagers who just enter the college are the most vulnerable victimस of the most deadly and painful disease called love. Its symptoms are not very apparent and when you finally realize you are in love, it is too late for any medicine to work. You can only share your pain with others and it is a positive surprise that many of your friends that seems superficially emotionless and practical are also its victim and are suffering more than you.

So now I will take you the point where the whole thing begins. Yes people … I’m talking about the very first interaction of a girl and a boy in the college campus. Some may become wounded by cupid’s arrow in the first encounter; other may resist for a long time but eventually drop down their arms. Some have a forced crush as at first they have no feelings, but their friends keep on talking and make them to dream about some one so they are also caught. And finally the rude ones, after getting jealous again and again by watching their fellow friends in a relation, they also quit eventually.

Now the problem phase starts. If u are lucky you can get a line segment like relation. You have crush on a girl and that girl too have a crush on you. Story ends. Waittt…. But there is a small problem here... in fact a big problem … known as ego problem… We people always deal with double standards. In most of the fields in life we want to be the first one, the initiators, but while proposing to some one we do not want to be the first one. The blame can be poured either to fear of being rejected or to the inner ego. Well it has one positive aspect too. We are on the safe side and prevent girls from having the excuse that we didn’t propose u it was you who came behind me.

Some gaanv chaap mentality people still think that getting into a relation is a bad thing and only misguided and much frank people do that. Some others are just confused that their lover may prove a hindrance later to their future, ambition and career. Some are just concerned about their image that getting into a relation would be a severe blow to their good social image while some keep changing decision and keeps on fluctuating eventually getting exhaust and reach no where.

But what if the person you are having a crush think you just as a friend. This is the only time when the word friend sounds to be the harshest word to you. But you can’t do any thing about it. You are not the choice of your choice but you have to respect her choice. Love is a self-inductance property not a mutual inductance once and it can’t be induced forcefully. Although I believe that it follows Lenz law some time. Emulating it I can say that if you run behind a girl she would ignore you but if you start to ignore her she would run behind you. A love is induced in any case, which opposes the change that causes it. The bottom line is that, don’t miss the chance of having a soul mate. Just go on, express your feelings, bow down on your knee and tell your love that “ we are just friends what are you saying as for me you are everything I want “

A poem by me showing the confusion that whether she is a friend or soul mate.

कभी हाथ को हाथ से स्पर्श कर सकुचाती हो
कभी हाथ थामे रहा बतलाती हो
कभी कंधो को पकड़ होले से दबाती हो
कभी कंधो को जकड़ थपथपाती हो
कभी एक पहेली बन उभर आती हो
कभी खुद सुलझन बन खिलखिलाती हो
बुझता रहा हुँ ताउम्र तुम्हें मैं
हर रोज नया पेंच ले आती हो
कभी सखी कभी प्रेयसी
कभी ख्वाब कभी हकीकत
कभी मंजिल, कभी राह
कभी धूप, कभी छाह
कभी मेरे मन के साहिल से टकराती लहर
कभी ह्र्दय में उठा तुफ़ान का कहर
तुम्हारे साथ से मन हर्षित तन पुलकित
असंयम अस्थिर असहाय सा चंचल चित्त
सोचता हुँ इस कशमकश से
मेरे मन की असमजस से
तुम्हें अवगत कराऊ कैसे
इस रिश्तें की जटिलता तुम्हें बताऊ कैसे
खो न दु इस ख्वाब को
इस फ़रिश्ते नायाब को
स्वप्न दुस्वप्न न बन जाये
अगर चला बदलने मै किस्मत के अलफ़ाज को
बने रहो वो प्रकाश तुम जीवन में
महसूस तो करु पर छु न सकु

ps: originally written in November, I had to postpone its posting numerous time due to various personal problems :P :P :P

Give women the respect they deserve...

21st century, an era of modernism, an era of leaving previous prejudices and going into a society of equality of gender where there would be no difference between a girl and boy. But have we achieved it? I am not talking about the paper statistics. One can always fabricate them. I am not talking about the various high positions which many girls are holding at present. I am not talking about the different degrees that many girls are having. What I am talking about that have we really achieved an unbiased mentality towards girl? Have all the men had finally given them a position equivalent to them or have they started giving them the respect they deserve?

Well although I am a boy but still honestly saying I don’t think so we have yet achieved that state of modernity. We are still biased and we still thinks that if we are getting in a relation with a girl, no matter what relation it is, it is a girls duty to be flexible enough to maintain and sustain that relation. Now some pseudo western people may think that now parents are allowing girls to wear western short dresses, girls are roaming late nights outside the city, girls are leaving their cities and living in other cities alone for education and girls are making boyfriends are enough proof of India getting modern. But all this are superficial changes.

We still have the medieval mentality towards girl. They are constrained in the cobwebs of culture, relation, security and prejudices. They can’t do anything on their own. Every step or decision of a word had to be first passed through a unfair filter called “ log kya sochenge”. And after they are married only they are supposed to compromise with their career and dreams. They are supposed to burn their desires and wishes themselves to enlighten the future of family and to keep the family warm. It’s a double standard loop as when they become mother in law again they have to compromise for modernity with their daughter in law. In short, in each every phase of life a women is doing her moral duty and man are consuming and exploiting her.

I’m not saying to take their work in our hand but at least we can make them realize that we know their worth for us. We respect and realize what they have done for us and they have done it all with out any personal gain. Just say to your mom that food is brilliant today and see the smile on her face. Say to your sister that without her u feel very lonely and even her presence make you cheer up. Say to your daughter that she is the beautiful gift of god that is given to you. Say to your grand mother that she is like a banyan tree whose shelter and experience give us relief. One never needs stardom or limelight one just need proper realization of her selfless efforts.

A short poem on the change that a girl suffers after marriage….

जो कल उन्मुक्त बेखौफ़ चलती थी
आज अकेले खामोश बैठी है
कल तक जिसका अलग अस्तित्व था
अब दुसरो से पहचान ही उसका अस्तित्व होगा
कल तक जो हर जिम्मेदारी से बचती थी
मदमस्त उल्लासित हो चहकती थी
अब दूसरो की जिम्मेदारी संभालेगी
अपनी हँसी लुप्त कर दूसरो को सँवारेगी
दुल्हन के सुर्ख लाल जोड़े में
एक बंदनी की भाँति लग रही
फ़ेरो की पवित्र अग्नि में
उसकी ख्वाहिशे सुलग रहीं
सर पर जड़ित स्वर्ण टीका
उसके विषाद मे लग रहा फ़ीका
मस्तक पर सुशोभित चमकती बिंदी
उभरती लकीरों में गिरती संभलती
नाक में चमचमाती नथनी
बेधती उसके मासूम जज्बात
गुलाबो से लाल होंठ
सुख रहे अनजान भय से
गले मे इठलाते आभूषण
जकड़ते जीवन उसका हर क्षण
हाथों में रंगबिरंगी चूड़िया
सुहागिन की मनचाही हथकड़िया
कमर मे चमचमाती करधनी
अश्रुमिश्रित हँसी लिये बैठी बंधनी
पैरो मे छनकती पायल
दुल्हन पर सब कायल
पर उसके मन की न कोई टोह पाया
सामजिक बंधनो मे सबने मोह पाया
छोड़ रही वो बाबुल का आँगन
बिता जहाँ हर फ़ागुन हर सावन
अब घुघट के आड़े ढकी रहेगी
हर चाल हर आह हर खुशी हर हँसी
एक गांठ ने बांध दी
अनेको बंधनो की डोर
हलकी सिसकिया कौन सुनेगा
हर तरफ़ हर्षो उल्लास का शोर
बाबुल कर चले कन्यादान
बेटी को पराया धन मान
मंगल सूत्र भी बंध गया
चारो तरफ़ हो रहा मंगल गान
कल जो बस एक लड़की थी
आज बहु है, पत्नी है भाभी है
अधिकार उसे अब कुछ नही
बस जिम्मेदारियो कि चाभी है
इतने कष्ट सब रग दे चले
एक दिन ये भी साथ छोड़ जायेंगे
सफ़ेद भावशून्य असहाय उसे
तिरस्क्र्त बेइज्जत और कर जायेंगे।

Will they ever hang me ??...

He was standing leaned at a wall gazing the ground below blankly. He was denied new clothes by his father saying he didn’t have enough money to buy new cloth. Though he knew his family condition very well and his mature part knew that they were right but still the tempt of new cloth was what making him unstable and rebellious.

Suddenly out of no where a dark hooded figure appeared in front of him. Though he was afraid but momentarily transfixed by the sudden arrival of a strange thing he remained standstill at his place. The figure gazed at him and asked what he was doing here and why was he very unhappy. He replied coldly “I have no work to do and I have no money to buy anything new so I am cursing my destiny.” The figure smiled curtly “So do you want to achieve some thing big in life, I can help you”. He was confused yet some how he was finding a strange trust in that hooded figure which may be perhaps due to the frustration from his own family. He replied “why should I trust a stranger whom I have met few minutes ago and what sort of ‘big things ‘can I achieve ”

The hooded figured replied” Do you want to live in five star VIP luxuries like conditions? Do you want to come in the front page of every news paper and magazines? Do you want to be the highlight of every TV SHOW? Do you want to be the topic of every gossip in the world? I can make it happen for you”. He thought that he was talking with some loon or perhaps he was trying to make fun of him. He replied aggressively “how will you do that, r you god or something”. The stranger laughed this time broking the silence in the entire street then he said firmly” I am the prophet of god and I chose special people that are destined to serve god”.

He was now getting a slight hint to whom he was talking but he was not afraid now. He said “So you want me to tie a bomb on my ass and blast in crowd, kill my own people so that my dead body will enjoy luxuries”. The stranger replied “no you don’t have to kill your own people you have to kill your neighboring country people”. He was startled now and was shuddering in fear. With trembling voice he said “but I will be easily killed or will be hanged”.

The figure smiled now “well we are sending you to India, you would be a super star there. Politics there favor us unintentionally. More than 10 years have past but still they have not hanged afjal guru. Both opposition and leadership are enjoying doing their politics on him and even the president there is so busy. She can give awards to many. Can attend all the events but can’t decide whether afjal should be hanged or not.. Same thing will happen with you too. First you would be given a first class jail room with lots of facilities which you have even not dreamed. Then first special court, then the high court, then the Supreme Court then president. You would spend your entire life happily there and die a natural death before they will decide any thing permanent on your life. And some people who has found no work there known as human right activist will come and save you by saying you are a human and no one has right to kill you”.

He, Ajmal Kasab was now founding it logical yet he was afraid to kill any one so he asked again “but I have to kill innocent people”. The masked figure smiled and told him” you are doing it for betterment of those people. Those people are daily dying slowly by their own government. Look at the price rise there. Farmers don’t have money to plant, they are already burdened. Eatables are more costly due to large scale corruption and black marketing and all the tax those people are giving goes into the pocket of minister. So you are doing a divine work by making them free”.

Kasab just woke up in his cell after remembering all those events that happened after that conversation. He realized that he was finally enjoying those perks which he could have never get in Pakistan. He is being portrayed as a war hero and he would be never hanged. Kasab was smiling and he thought “will they ever hang me in this life “. He was wondering if new operating system is made on his name. “kasab” which never hangs.

ARJUN SINGH: RIP ( reservation in peace)

Tired of reading the news of reservation riots everywhere, I was thinking that soon there would be 100% reservation in this country in every field. 5% for bramhin, 5% for baniyas and all that and that 5% will also further subdivided into various sub castes else each caste and sub caste will be on the railway tracks and the poor one will suffer to go to toilet early in the days.

So when I was sleeping that day something strange happen. I saw a man, in fact it was not a man it was some thing divine, a spiritual thing wearing shining golden clothes and golden ornaments walking gloomy and approaching me. He introduced himself to me and I was startled. I was talking to the king of heaven ‘Indra’. For once I was afraid that I am dead suddenly I realized that it was the work of king yama to summon the souls of death. Indra always has a very bad impression on me and I was afraid had Indra also turned into GAY he could perhaps do lots of harm to me.

But he was very melancholy and frustrated. He asked to me “are you that boy who is also very frustrated by reservation thing and keep on writing anti reservations things again and again despite knowing that all such stuffs are in vain and no one bother to change this unfair system”. I nodded positively. He said “come with me I want to show you some thing”. Although I was bit afraid but I decided to give company to the king so that I could later make other people frighten that I have direct contacts with him.

We enter the heaven but there was nothing like it is mentioned but it was looking like any ordinary street full of flying pamphlets and posters. Some local gunda type people were addressing some time pass peoples there. I asked Indra “what the hell is happening here” …. He replied coldly “heaven turned into hell since the arrival of arjun singh” … “ ohhh” I exclaimed and suddenly my wits guided me to realize what is happening here. “Guess these politicians are now reforming and updating heaven to democracy too … is I right? “ I asked Indra trying to impress him by my analytical power. “Partially “Indra replied staring at one of the pamphlet.

After a small pause he gathered confidence and speak after swallowing “they want reservation in every post of the heaven and hell. Some cheap local dead politicians have joined forces with them. They have formed two parties one headed by arjun singh and another headed by VP singh”. I was utterly flabbergasted by the news but some how it was expected. As I move ahead I can see that all the others devtas were also fearing of losing their throne. Arjun Singh’s soul was on a stage sitting with apsaras and he was addressing the residents of heavens that the time has finally come that they should fight for their rights.

Later I came to know that there was a strike in hell so I went their. The king yama told me that these politicians are trying to merge hell and heaven into one nation so that demons and other people can also enjoy the company of apsaras and perks of swarga. They are saying that yamdut must give less punishment to the reserved class people as they have already suffered a lot in the earth by so called upper caste people. They should be fried for less time in hot boiling oil and the time must be compensated by boiling upper caste people for more time. All nails on their bed must be removed and should be joined to upper caste people bed to give them more pain.

Arjun singh and VP singh were both promising different position to different castes. Wing god must be a gurjur, Fire god must be a ST. They were planning to give position of ‘kamdev’ to a ‘mitha’ saying even transgender and gays need reservation. Indra’s position was to be rotated against various previous politicians so that they can all enjoy the power of chairs after their death.

Even some of them were advocating having reservation in apsaras too. So those who have less qualification in dancing may join the apsara sqad. The general people of heaven and hell were silent as usual as they know nothing gonna change. Even all the devtas had lost hope. All of these seem very amusing to me that they have not even left those politics after their death. Soon they would change the religious constitution. Perhaps the tridev , bramha Vishnu Mahesh would also be selected by election and their post would be rotated among different castes. Arjun Singh is not taking rest in peace (RIP) he is planning reservation in peace (RIP).

I woke very late that morning and found the TV announcer saying JAATs planning to intensify their protest for reservation. I smiled remembering my strange dream and thinking that in future surely every post would be reserved for a specific caste before death and after death.

happy valentine ........

VALENTINE DAY …. From where to start … A day of new hope that some one’s love, care and affection gonna vanish your bleak life devoid of support, trust and company… a day to initiate new bonds that are as delicate as silk but strong enough to keep the holders intact together … a day to negotiate with old ones… a day to express your respect and devotion to your dear ones… in short a day to make your beloved one realize that your life is incomplete without them

The new shining India still has its roots in the medieval Bharat where LOVE is supposed to be a taboo subject. All the dictators knew the fact that love is the key to unity and hence we changed our literature and added anti love things in it to restrict people coming close together. But if we go further back in history then it is interesting to know that our own ‘vedas’ and ‘ granthas’ are full of love stories and love was never a taboo subject in ancient India.

Now all political parties always need an agenda to propagate their politics. Our oldest party is always aided by its history so the saffron parties chose the anti love thing publicizing it as preservation of our culture. Young couples are beaten if they are found even with each other at this beautiful day. It might be interesting that if these self proclaimed culture protectors know that what the symbol and statue symbolize in shiva’s temple. I wonder will they broke all the shiva’s temple then. Guess they will have a master plan to break the khajuraho temples too.

Now talking about love, every teenager finds their true love every week these days. They never understand that attraction is hormonal but love is a much broader term and it’s spiritual rather. Love is not something you associate with your standard rather it decides your standard or make your standard. We must not misunderstand the term love with infatuation

Love is not something to hang with your girl friend and buy her chocolates and gift. Its about promising your soul mate that her existence always strengths your core and refuels you every time to cope with the obstacles in the world. Love is about telling your mother how caring she is and how incomplete you are without her. Love is about telling your father that though your shoulder reaches his shoulder nowadays but still you feel secure watching this world from his shoulder. Love is about telling your siblings that without their support how aloof you are from surrounding. Love is not a two person relation it is in fact a way to live life. So friends don’t make any negative impression of love due to immaturity of your own past experience or your friend’s mistakes as life may die but love never. Guess these were the reasons that meera bai never felt insecurity due to Radha and both feel more secure even though they were not the wives of Krishna.

कुछ अहसास हर अहसास से परे
कुछ अरमान उम्मीदो से भरे
गम है लिखे मुक्कदर में सभी के
महबूब का साथ हर गम हरे

किताब की लिखावट तो नीरस है
शब्दों की बनावट भी नीरस है
गुलाबों सा महकता महबूब का प्रेम पत्र
लिये जिंदगी का हर रस है

दुनिया में अस्तित्व हीन हूँ
सनम ही मेरी दुनिया है
उसी में डुबा रहूँ ताउम्र
सनम ही मेरा अस्तित्व हैं

मिलन यामिनी में साथ बैंठे
खुला आसमा ताकते है
चाँद को क्यूं निहारें
सितारो से ही हमारे रास्ते है

अकेले अपूर्ण असहाय अधूरे
संगी संग सम्पूर्ण पूरे
अब मंजिल की किसे चाह
चले साथ हम हसीं राह

लहरे साहिल से टकरा लौट आती है
रेत पर बने निशान मिटा जाती है
आँख मूंद जब शुन्य में ताकु
तेरी याद बरबस चली आती है
तेरी याद बरबस चली आती है

lafenge parinde..........

यौवन आते ही उन्मुक्त हो उठे
उन्माद में भयमुक्त हो उठे
जमीं से कहा उगे थे जो
आसमा से उँचे हो उठे

पहली आजादी के अहसास से
खुलेपन की सास से
चलना कहा सिखा था
गिर पड़े उड़ने के कयास से

हवाओं से बाते करते थे
रफ़्तारो से मुलाकातें करते थे
कब मौत ने जिंदगी को पछाड़ दिया
हम तो आपसी हौड़ लगाया करते थे

फ़िक्र को धुआ करने मे
सूखे कंठ में मिठास भरने मे
कश लगाया पहली बार
हर पहलु का आभास करने मे

न जाना इस दलदल को
न माना इस हलाहल को
धसते गये इस मीठे जहर मे
लील गया धुआ जीवन को

उलझन तो महज बहाना था
रंगीन पानी में नहाना था
जाम पर जाम लेते थे
जीवन ही हमे भुलाना था

बेखुदी में खुदी खो बैठे
तैरने मे जमीं खो बैठे
बहकावा तो पल भर का था
पल भर मे कल खो बैठे

प्यार के बुखार मे
अपरिप्क्व इश्क की हार मे
प्यार का मतलब जाना नहीं
डुब गये फ़ंस बीच मंझधार में

थे न हम कभी खुदा के बंदे
हर नए मोड़ पर गुमनाम कांरिदे
खुला आसमां देख भटक गये
अब परकटे हम लंफ़गे परिंदे

NO DADA NO IPL..........

” Mayank...do not hang to the past. Saurav is out of prime. He is part of history”

This was the reply I got when I was advocating for saurav ganguly my fav. Player in the IPL by one of the highest mind in my virtual book of faces i.e. facebook. Although, I was expecting such reply but it made me to think again that whether a person is worthy only in his prime and prominent days. He should be respected, favored and defended only in his days of limelight. Is it morally right to leave some one who is now powerless and can’t aid you further? Then why the hell we talk about moral rights, values and other blah blah things. We are driven only by money not by emotions or respect or any other social or moral value.

Now lets came back to topic, the present treatment of Sourav Ganguly in IPL is an exact replica of 21st century money minded socialism. No matter how valuable you were in the past, how many sacrifices you had done for this country, how much you had suffered to raise the flag of this country in any hard circumstances. You would be respected only if you can fetch some money else you are just past. A book which is never meant to be open again.

I was just thinking on this situation and found it similar to putting your parents in seclusion in their old ages. The contribution of Ganguly in the nourishment of team can be assumed similar to that of the sacrifices of parents for a young child. But later parents also becomes past, they are of no use, no benefit from them. But do we discard them?? But guess this is the new trend. So do not expect any thing from your colleagues as you will also gonna rejected in the same way. We have materialized all our emotions.

Looking at the current scenario I heavily doubt on doing any benevolence as later it will surely be forgotten. Politics rules everywhere and you can’t move ahead by pacing yourself but by decelerating other’s pace. Pull others leg and throw him out of the race else some one surely gonna do the same with you. As far as IPL is considered sourav ganguly was my favorite throughout his entire cricketing carrier as the first ever cricket match which I watched he scored 183 runs in that. I have watched only his batting in all the 3 IPLs and he has scored fairly good compare to many other players who are sold at very high price. He deserves to be a part of this marketing dimension of cricket and if not then for me NO DADA NO IPL.