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
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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।
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।
Friday, March 25, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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
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
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