एक अधूरी कविता

Random quotes of an artist - कुछ सजल एहसास

2011-07-28T03:23:00.000-07:00

My life is a full circle - I exist because I write, I write because I feel, I feel because I exist.

Science will diasagree, but I do not live on oxygen, I live on my compositions.

लफ़्ज़ों की एक इमारत है, मेरी सोच ही जिसकी बुनियाद है, और ऊँचाई भी।

The purpose of comedy is not to make people laugh the most, but to make them laugh at the most appropriate things.

मेरी कोशिश अभी जारी है, मेरी कविता अभी अधूरी है।

Social responsibility of an artist is not always about giving right messages, but it is, always about not giving the wrong ones.

I am sick of playing so may roles in life, acting on stage makes me feel like my original self.

Giving the right answers is not the priority, so many crucial questions are yet to be asked.

एक कवि हूँ,एक बादल मे बादल,पेड़ मे पेड़,चांद मे चांद,आसमान मे आसमान नही देखता हूँ,पर एक इंसान मे एक इंसान ही देखता हूँ

Sometimes I feel, I may have believed in god if I was not a creator myself.

ना कभी बेवफ़ा हुई, ना कभी खफ़ा हुई, मेरी नज़्म ने इस कदर मोहब्बत निभाई मुझसे।

बाबरी के पत्थर तेरी पहचान क्या है

2010-10-31T10:55:00.000-07:00

बाबरी के मलबे का एक अपाहिज सा ईंट

किसी तरह पहुँच गया गिरी दीवार के पास,

दीवार की एक ईंट से सामना हुआ

और सामने आये नफ़रत के वो शब्द,

अगर तुम हिंदू होते तो आज

मुझे इस तरह नीचे गिरना ना पड़ता

इस घायल ईंट कि अकल घूम गयी, वो बोला,

अगर 'तोड़ने वाला' हिंदू होता तो

तुझे क्यों गिराता, तुझसे क्यों लड़ता

कहते है साढ़े चार सौ साल पहले

मेरी जगह तेरे ही धर्म की ईंट खड़ी थी,

उस वक्त भी शायद एक कौम

दूसरे कौम से लड़ी थी,

अरे हमसे क्यों झगड़ते हो

हमने कब इन सब से कुछ पाया है,

गिराने वाले ने तो जब गिराया है

हम दोनो को ही गिराया है

दीवार के उस ईंट का अगला सवाल था,

की यहाँ जो सदियों से हुआ है

क्या तुझे इन सब का कुछ ख्याल था?

अरे बाहर लोगो को भी कुछ सच्चाई नही पता

तू बता, क्या तेरी जगह कभी मेरे धार्मिक भाई खड़े थे?

अरे कुछ खड़े हुये है तो कभी कुछ गिरे है,

ये सिलसिला तो चलता रहेगा जब तक ये सिरफ़िरे है,

सैकड़ों सालों बाद इसका तो ख्याल नही

की कहाँ हिंदू गिरे थे, कहाँ मुसलमान खड़े थे,

इतना ही याद है जब जंग हुई, इंसान लड़े थे

सच तो ये है की मुझे अपने धर्म की पहचान नही,

तुझे भी अपने धर्म का कोई ज्ञान नही,

मैने,तुमने, हम सब ने, एक धर्म को सिर्फ़ इसलिये अपनाया है,
कयोंकि जब से होश संभाला है खुद को उस धर्म से घिरा पाया है

अरे इस मिट्टी से बने है हम

यही धरती, यही मिट्टी अपनी पहचान है,

हम खाक मे मिले वो पत्थर है,

जिनके लिये बेमतलब बेफ़िज़ूल है,

कि कौन हिंदू है कौन मुसलमान है !!

दीवार के उस ईंट कि समझ अभागी,

इन बातों से अब जाकर जागी,

ऐ इंसां, जिस इमारत के लिये तूने इंसानियत बहा डाली,

अरे हमसे आके पूछ कि क्या हमारी असली पहचान है,

शायद अब हम ही है जो इंसान है

कयोंकि हमे तोड़ने वाले, तो सब ही हैवान है !!!

कभी माँग कर देखो आसमान मुझसे...

2010-06-06T11:52:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to someone special :)

कभी माँग कर देखो आसमान मुझसे,
तोहफ़े मे पाओगे ख्वाबों की उढ़ान मुझसे,
तेरे आँखों की चांदनी मे अपना आशियाँ बना लूँगा,
जो चाहोगे उस चांद पर बनवाना एक मकान मुझसे।

जो माँगना है तो माँग लो आज तमाम सितारे,
कि मेरे होंठो से तेरे होंठो पे बिखर जायेंगे सारे,
और जो चाहो,तो परी,अप्सरा,या रानी बना दूँ,
मेरे दिल की सल्तनत तुम्हारी है,
जब कहो,महारानी बना दूँ !!

हसरत हो तो एक कविता भर से बना दूँ
तुमको इस जहाँ भर मे सबसे खूबसूरत,
बस ज़रा कहो तो क्या है तुम्हारी ज़रूरत!!

कि हवा का रूख बदलना कौन सा मुश्किल है,
की साँसों को साँसों से टकराने तो दो,और ज़मीं पे स्वर्ग का उतरना है मुमकिन,
कि हमे ज़रा अपने करीब आने तो दो!!

ये साँस तुम्हारी अमानत है,तुमको सौंप दूँगा,
अगर मेरी जान माँग लो मेरी जान मुझसे,
कभी माँग कर देखो आसमान मुझसे .....

शर्त ये है की सूरत भी बदलनी चाहिए...

2010-06-01T12:40:00.000-07:00

कोशिश है बिन कोशिश किये कुछ लिखने की। कल शाम को बैठा भी था, I.I.T,I.I.M से जुड़े कुछ मिथक तोड़ने हेतु एक लेख को उभार के लाने के प्रयास मे । कोशिश नही,तो प्रयास ही सही। ऐसे पाँच पेज भरने के बाद भी लगा जैसे कितना कुछ और है कहने को,बहुत से ज्वलंत विचार जो भीतर कहीं सो रहे थे,उनकी निद्रा भंग हुयी थी। पर मन मस्तिष्क को रात भर के मिले आराम मे ये व्याकुलता फ़िर सुप्तवस्था को प्राप्त हो गयी।
इसके अलावा कुछ व्यंग के मुद्दो को भी आजकल मन तलाशता रहता है। कुछ दिन हुये,सरकारि दफ़्तर जाने का इत्तफ़ाक बना था,वो भी एक नही दो दो दफ़ा,तब से मन मंदिर मे उस छवि ने घर कर लिया है जिसको हम आज भ्रष्टाचार का पर्याय मानते है। इस पर व्यंगात्मक रचनायें बनाने का स्कोप तो बहुत है,पर जो बात हमपे हर पल,हर वक्त, मुँह फ़ाड़ के हँस रही है,उसका मज़ाक क्या बनाना,जिसने हमारा तमाशा बना दिया हो,उसपे कटाक्ष करके मालूम करना होगा कि बेज़्ज़ती असल मे हुई किसकी। मुद्दा ये है कि मन का भड़ास निकालने के लिये लिखना है तो लिखने से आसान क्रिया कुछ नही। साँस लेना भी नही,क्योंकि हालात और प्रदूषण के मार से साँस लेना भी अब भारी लगता है। पर उद्देश्यपूर्ण लिखना हो तो इस क्रिया से कुछ प्रतिक्रिया के उत्पन्न होनी की अपेक्षा होती है। ज़ाहिर है,असर कम ही होता है।

अजीब लगता है की महान लेखको ने हमेशा अच्छी बातें ही लिखी,और हज़ारों लाखो लोगो द्वारा वो पढ़े गये,फ़िर समाज मे इसका असर इतना कम क्यों? किताब बहुतों ने नही पढ़ी हो,सिनेमा का असर भी नही नज़र आता। सामाजिक परिवर्तन के नाते कला की ताकत पे संशय मज़बूत होता जा रहा है मेरा,जैसा की मैने कहा मन का भड़ास निकालने के लिये लिख रहे है तो ठीक है,पर उद्देश्य क्रांतिकारी हो तो निराशा "औबवियस रिज़ल्ट" लगती है। अगर असर होता, तो लेखो में,कविताओं मे,कला के विभिन्न माध्यमोँ मे मौजूद ये युगांतरकारी सत्य, झूठ और भ्रष्टाचार के किस भूल भुलैया मे खोये हुए है। मुद्दा धर्म का हो,राजनीती का या ऐसे कयी और मुद्दे, हर सीस्टम एक नैतीक ब्रेकडाऊन की ओर बढ़ता दिख रहा है। परिवर्तन अगर कलम से आ सकता है, तो वक्त आ गया है की आए,वर्ना मन के भड़ास को निकालने के और कारगर तरीके है।
सिर्फ़ हंगामा खड़ा करना मेरा मकसद नही,
शर्त ये है की सूरत भी बदलनी चाहिए ।

एक अधूरी कविता... एक बार फ़िर

2010-05-31T06:07:00.000-07:00

मैं पहले लिखने की कोशिश नही करता था,पर लिखता बहुत था। अब कोशिश बहुत करता हूँ,पर लिखता कम हूँ। पहले दिल से लिखता था,अब दिमाग से। कभी जन्नत की उम्मीद मे लिखते थे,अब जनता की उम्मीद मे लिखते है। यही बेहतर है,जन्नत तो बस अहसासों मे मिला करती थी,जनता गाहे बगाहे हकीकत मे भी मिल जाती है। पहले विचार होते थे,शब्द तलाशा करते थे,अब तो बिन विचार के ही शब्द उभरते है। अब मेरा मन जानता है,की ये जो जनता है,उसको क्या जमता है।

सचमुच जब पुरानी डायरी उठाता हूँ तो अपना लिखा सब कुछ कितना बचकाना लगता है,और ईमानदार भी। और अब सब कितना अच्छा है,और समझदारी भरा। वास्तविकता ये है की लेखन की ऐकौनौमिक्स समझ आने लगी है। मार्केटिंग के नाते "जनता ऐनालीसिस" बहुत ज़रूरी है। अब अपना टार्गेट सेक्शन निर्धारित रहता है, कहाँ पर क्या क्लिक करेगा इसकी समझ हो गयी है। और इसी प्रकार लेखन की ऐकौनौमिक्स की समझ रखने वाले कयी लोगो को पढकर अपनी समझ और भी विस्तृत हुई है।

लोग कहते है मैं अब बेहतर लिखता हूँ,एक परिपक्वता आ गयी है। सचमुच ऐसा रूप,ऐसा शृंगार इससे पहले कभी ना था। बस संशय इस बात का है कि आत्मा अब उतनी खूबसूरत नही शायद,कविता जितनी अलंकृत हो जाए,आत्मिक सौंदर्य का मुकाबला नही। हाँ उसको फ़िर पहचान पाने और सराहने वाले लोग कम ही होंगे। बस इस रूप के साथ वो आत्मा की सादगी मिल जाए एक बार इस कवि को.... इसलिये कोशिश मेरी जारी है,मेरी कविता अभी अधूरी है ...

Dream or Vision ??

2009-08-29T20:05:00.000-07:00

In a routine coaching class,I was asked a routine question - What is the difference between a dream and a vision ? A couple of minutes of thought into this question,and I realised this idea struck some sort of chord with me.What followed was a small discussion over it,again a routine one,but on the personal front,this differentiation between dream and vision became an object of importance.

What exactly is the answer to the above mentioned question.Like any abstract theme,the beauty lies in the very fact that it has no exact answer,it has interpretations,and opinions.Well my opinion,about the distinguishing feauture between the two,is that,Dream is anything we see for the future,Vision,apart from being a dream,has certain additional properties.Vision is also something we envisage,but it also consists of a belief that we will make that happen,or play our due role in it.Vision includes the belief that things will work out,because we will make them work.

Why did this seemingly apparent idea suddenly aquire so much of importance in my eyes.I guess all of us have dreams,even I had many.Now I have realised that average people have dreams,and the men who made it big,had visions.Its time I minimised dreaming(not end) things, and started envisioning things.

Whats your take...Dream or Vision??

रेलवे स्टेशन: एक ज़िंदगी

2009-07-08T23:19:00.000-07:00

ये कविता मैने इस बार हिंद-युग्म की यूनिकवि प्रतियोगिता मे भेजी थी। ये शीर्ष 19 कविताओं मे भी शामिल नही हो सकी,शुरु मे मुझे काफ़ी बुरा लगा,क्योंकि एक आस तो लगी ही होती है,पर फ़िर मैने निर्णय लिया की इसे सकरात्मक रूप मे लूँ, और आगे और बेहतर लिख सकूँ ताकि हिंद-युग्म जैसे बड़े और प्रतिष्ठित मंचों पर भी एक पहचान बना सकूँ!!
आपके सुझाव और प्रतिक्रिया का इंतज़ार रहेगा।

रेलवे स्टेशन...शख्सियत कुछ ऐसी,
ज़माने वाले जिसे पहचान नही पाते,
हज़ार हज़ार बार यहाँ आने जाने वाले
मुसाफ़िर भी सही अर्थ जान नही पाते,
खुद मे छिपाए हुए एक नायाब फ़लसफ़ा,
जिसे फ़्रूट स्टौल का रामू,बुक स्टौल का शंभू,
ही समझ सकता है,और समझा सकता है,
क्योंकि साथ इतना वक्त जो बिताया है,
या फ़िर बता सकता है,शायद एक कवि,
एक मामूली से स्टेशन मे भी जिसको,
ज़िंदगी का संपूर्ण सार नज़र आता है।

ज़िंदगी और स्टेशन...एक जैसे,कैसे,
स्टेशन एक मंज़िल भी है,एक सफ़र भी,
कोई बस चलता रहता है दिन भर कभी,
कभी कोई बैठा रह जाता है रात भर भी,
शायद किसी ने इसपे गौर ना किया हो,
यहाँ हर इंसान आता है,चले जाने के लिये,
और हर आने वाले को किसी ना किसी
का इंतज़ार होता है,ज़िंदगी भी तो बस,
बस,एक मुकम्मल इंतज़ार ही होती है,
और भला कैसा होता है इंतज़ार वहाँ,
हमे किसी के आने का इंतज़ार रहता है,
या अपने चले जाने का इंतज़ार रहता है,
मोहब्बत हो जाये,तो ज़िंदगी भी यही है।

जीवन मे लोग कितनी प्लानिंग किया करते है,
इसका,उसका,सबका,वक्त निर्धारित किया करते है,
पर तय नही होता कुछ,एक अंदाज़ा भर होता है,
हमारी ज़िंदगी की टाईमिंग हो,या रेलवे मे
ट्रेनों के आने जाने की,कुछ खास अलग नही,
एक दूजे के प्रारूप ही लगते है ये दोनो,ज़िंदगी,
और ज़िंदगी का एक छोटा सा पहलू।

इतना कुछ समान है,तो फ़र्क भी होगा,
फ़िर अपना कवि ही काम आता है,
और सूक्ष्मरूपी कुछ अंतर बतलाता है,
स्टेशन पे कौन कब आएगा,जाएगा,
इसकी घोषणा पहले ही हो जाती है,
ज़िंदगी मे अक्सर ऐसा नही होता,
कौन कहाँ से जाएगा,कहाँ पे आएगा,
ये भी बस स्टेशन पे ही तय रहता है,
तो अंत मे कवि बस इतना कहता है...

अगली बार प्लेटफ़ौर्म पे बैठे,आते जाते,
जाते आते, इसको उसको,उसको इसको,
देखो तो एक बार सोचना,रेलवे स्टेशन,
और ज़िंदगी,ने मिलके साजिश की है,
और भगाए जा रहे है...हर शख्श को बेतहाशा ।।

कभी कभी गुज़रा वक्त गुज़रता नही

2009-07-04T06:31:00.000-07:00

एक शाम को एक दिन, एक,दिन चुपके से आया,

दिन बोला,मेरे बिन तू,

अब तक कैसे रह पाया,

मेरे बीत जाने के बाद,

वक्त तूने कैसे बिताया ।

मैने ही तेरा हाथ पकड़,

उसके हाथों मे दे डाला था,

मेरा दिया दीवानापन था तूने,

दिल का अरमान निकाला था, अचानक जो मैं पीछे छूट गया,

भला खुद को कैसे संभाला था।

गुमसुम सा ताक रहा था,

बीते दिन की परछाई को,

अपनी तड़प,मजबूरी सारी,

बता गया उस सौदाई को,

एक मोड़ पे तू पीछे छूटा, अगली गली पे वो आई थी,

तू तो बीत गया लेकिन,

तेरी याद दिल मे समाई थी, गुज़रा वक्त गुज़रता नही,

अपनी खूश्बू दे जाता है,

अपने पीछे तन्हाई को,

गुमसुम सा ताक रहा था,

बीते दिन की परछाई को...

जागृति

2009-07-01T09:51:00.000-07:00

बीता एक और दिन,

बीती एक और शाम,

और,कुछ और नाम,

जुड़े ज़िंदगी से मेरे,

हज़ार जतन के बाद,

कुछ को मना लिया,

कुछ रूठे बिन बात,

मेरे सामने खड़ी है,

देखो,एक और रात,

हर दिन,शाम,और रात

की तरह,बीत जाने को,

सोने जा रहा हूँ मैं,

अपने भीतर,फ़िर एक,

सुबह को जगाने को ...

ज़िंदगी गुज़ारी अपनी शर्तों पे हमने ...

2009-06-30T03:24:00.000-07:00

फ़िर एक ख्वाब को हकीकत बना लिया,
हमने आज एक और मुकाम पा लिया ।

ज़िम्मेदारियों के प्रति ये आँखें खुली भी,
और नींद मे भी एक सपना सजा लिया।

मोहब्बत तो सिर्फ़ कमज़ोर करती आई थी,
सब भुला इस मकसद से दिल लगा लिया।

जोश और जज़्बे मे तो अब कमी नही होगी,
मेरे मुकद्दर ने भी देखो ऐसा फ़ैसला लिया ।

ज़िंदगी तमाम गुज़ारी अपनी शर्तों पे हमने,
मौत को अपनी मर्ज़ी का गुलाम बना लिया।

इश्क ने गालिब निकम्मा कर दिया,वर्ना हम भी आदमी थे काम के!!

2009-06-28T07:03:00.000-07:00

ये विडियो मुझे भाटिया सर के ब्लौग पे मिला। एक मज़ेदार विडियो है पर शायद सिर्फ़ इसका मज़ा लेकर देख लेना भर ठीक नही,इसमे चार युवाओं के जिस बर्ताव को दिखाया गया है,वो या तो नैतिक रूप से गलत है या फ़िर गैर ज़िम्मेदार है,मूर्ख चाहे जो हो,सही तो कोई नही। दुखद बात ये है की,ऐसी घटनायें सचमुच आम है। सिगरेट और शराब की तरह कयी लड़को का भविष्य लड़कियों के हाथों भी शहीद होता है।इनमे हर मामले मे युवा अपनी बेवकूफ़ी का खामियाज़ा भुगतते है,पर तीसरे पहलू को कभी गँभीरता से नही लिया गया,जबकी नशा-मुक्ति हमारा एक खास मकसद है आज। मेरे एक मित्र का तकियाकलाम है - प्यार मे आदमी कुत्ता बन जाता है... प्यार मे तो नही,प्यार की गलतफ़हमी मे पड़के इंसान कुत्तेपन के करीब ज़रूर आ जाता है। आप लोगो को शायद लगे की मैं एक छोटी सी बात को अधिक तवज्जो दे रहा हूँ,तो अगर आप अब भी इस बात से सहमत नही हुये है कि ये बात उतनी छोटी और गैर-ज़रूरी नही है जैसी लगती है,तो आप शायद मेरी बात से सहमत कभी ना हो।और अगर आपको मेरी बात मे कोई गंभीरता,कोई तुक नज़र आता हो,तो आपके विचारों का मुझे इंतज़ार है। नोट: मेरे ये विचार काल्पनिक नही है,कयी लोगो के जीवन से इसकी समानता हो सकती है,शायद उसमे मेरा भी जीवन हो!!

इंटर कौलेज आयोजन का नामकरण

2009-06-27T03:36:00.000-07:00

आज अपने ब्लौगिंग साथियों से एक मदद चाहता हूँ। हमारे कौलेज,बी।आई।टी मेसरा,राँची,मे एक इंटर कौलेज ड्रामा फ़ेस्ट हो रहा है।इसमे देश के विभिन्न कौलेजों से आये छात्र अलग अलग छेत्रों मे अपनी प्रतिभा दिखायेंगे। इस आयोजन मे मुख्यत: नाटक,नुक्कड़ और लघु फ़िल्मों के बीच मुकाबला होगा।अभी तक हमने इसका नाम नही तय किया है।ऐसे मेरा सुझाया नाम "अभिव्यक्ति" सबको ठीक लगा है,पर ये तय नही है और हम अब भी एक शानदार नाम कि तलाश मे है। आप लोग अगर साहित्य के सागर से कोई ऐसा मोती चुन सके जो इस आयोजन के नामकरण मे सहायक सिद्ध हो तो मुझे बड़ी खुशी होगी। नाम कुछ ऐसा हो जिसमे नाटक,रचनात्मकता और शौर्ट फ़िल्मों की मिली जुली थीम उभर के आ सके। इसके अलावा यहाँ के सक्षम लेखक और लेखिका गण कोई और सलाह देना चाहे तो उसका स्वागत है।

तेरा एहसास मानो आसमाँ से बरस रहा था...

2009-06-24T06:44:00.000-07:00

पंख फ़ड़फ़ड़ाते हुए गुज़रा तेरा नाम सामने से।
मौसम की पुकार पे गुज़र रही है शाम सामने से।।

अभी चार पल पहले ही तो मैं रिमझिम की
बस एक आवाज़ के लिये तरस रहा था,
दो पल ही गुज़रे होंगे, की ये देखता हूँ,
तेरा एहसास मानो आसमाँ से बरस रहा था,
देख सिर से पाँव तक भींगने लगे लोग सारे,
और मैं,मेरी तो आँखें तक भींग गयी थी,
शायद यही तेरी याद का वो कामयाब आँसू था,
जिसको पाके आज मैं खिलखिलाके हँस रहा था,
तेरा एहसास मानो आसमाँ से बरस रहा था...

पेड़ सारे पहले से कुछ ज़्यादा ही हरे हो गये थे,
कुछ घोंसले शायद मुझे देखकर हाथ हिला रहे थे,
आकाश मे कुछ अधबरसे बादल थे,जो बीत रहे थे,
इशारों इशारों मे मुझे भी अपने पास बुला रहे थे,
खुश और आश्वस्त सा मैं टेरेस पे टहल रहा था,
कुछ भी नही कर रहा था पर मन बहल रहा था,
एक अकेली ज़िंदगी ऐसी कितनी शामें दे जाती है,
जीवन कितना प्यारा है,सब एहसास दिला रहे थे,
कुछ घोंसले शायद मुझे देखकर हाथ हिला रहे थे...

आँखों मे जल रहा है क्यों...

2009-06-22T09:23:00.001-07:00

आज सुबह रोशनी
जब पहली बार मेरे,
कमरे मे आई,
थोड़ा छेड़ा मुझको,
ज़रा सा मुस्कुराई,
बोली,रोज़ आती हूँ मैं,
तेरा अंधेरा फ़िर,
मेरा हो जाता है,
मुझमे खो जाता है,
मैं छू लेती हूँ तुमको,
तुम्हारे इस कमरे को,
इस कमरे मे मौजूद,
हरेक चीज़ को,
कुछ भी तो अछूता
नही मुझसे,सिवाय,
तेरी आँखों के...
छू नही सकी इनको,
आज तक,अब तलक,
दर्द की जाने कौन सी
दीवार से इनको घेरा है,
जाने क्यों आज तक,
यहाँ इतना अंधेरा है !!!

एक सवाल ज़िंदगी से

2009-06-20T12:31:00.000-07:00

कल शाम मोड़ पर अचानक,

मुझसे टकराया एक सवाल...

मैं सौरी बोल निकलना चाहता था,

पर जाने क्यों उसे देख ठिठक गया,

जाना पहचाना सा मालूम होता था,

मैने नमस्ते कहा,और नाम पूछा,

लेकिन वो जाने किस धुन मे था,

मेरी सुनी नही,अपनी सुनाता गया...

बोला- ये हमारी पहली मुलाकत नही,

मैं अकसर तेरे सामने खड़ा हो जाता हूँ,

तेरे जीवन-काल मे जाने कितनी बार,

तुझसे इसी तरह टकराता आया हूँ,

मैने फ़िर नाम पूछा,वो फ़िर बोला,

क्यों अजनबी हूँ आज भी तेरे लिये,

पहचान नही पाते मुझको,जब कि,

कोई दिखावा,कोई छलावा,कोई नकाब नही है,

शायद इस सवाल का ही कोई जवाब नही है,

हर जवाब सवाल के बिन अधूरा है लेकिन,

कुछ सवाल जवाबों के मोहताज नही होते,

मेरी मजबूरी है की जब तक तुम मुझको

देख हैरान परेशान होते रहोगे,मैं भी,

तुमसे ज़िंदगी मे यूँ ही टकराता रहूँगा,

बहरूपिये सा वेश धर बराबर आता रहूँगा...

मान ली उसकी बात,और कहा उससे,

हे अजनबी,अपना नाम तो बताते जाओ,

मेरा विश्वास देख उसने अपना नाम बताया,

और सच,उसके बाद नज़र ना आया,

आज तलक याद है,उसने कहा था,

मेरा नाम है- मैं कौन हूँ !!!

बी.आई.टी की रानी - बलिदान दिवस पे विशेष

2009-06-18T23:43:00.000-07:00

बलिदान दिवस के मौके पर एक रचना आप लोगो से बाँटना चाहूँगा। सही मायने मे ये मेरी रचना नही है,सुभद्रा कुमारी जी की कविता झाँसी की रानी की एक छोटी सी पैरोडी मैने अपने कौलेज मे आयोजित एक छोटे से हास्य कवि सम्मेलन मे सुनाई थी,वो ही पेश कर रहा हूँ। हमारे कौलेज बी.आई.टी मेसरा मे एक इन-टाईम का फ़ंडा है,ये वो समय है जब तक कौलेज कि लड़कियों को अपने हौस्टल मे प्रवेश कर जाना होता है,और इसके बाद उनके बाहर जाने पर मनाही है।लड़को के लिये ऐसी कोई रोक-टोक नही है!! सबसे हास्यप्रद बात ये है की ये इन-टाईम कभी कभी 5.30 बजे भी होता है,जो की बहुत ही ज़्यादा जल्दी है। मुझे हमेशा से ऐसा लगा है की यहाँ इस प्रथा का विरोध होना चाहिये,और इसी विचार को मैने अपने कौलेज-फ़ेस्ट मे सुनाई इस रचना मे सामने रखा था,आज आप लोगो के सामने पेश कर रहा हूँ।
ये कविता समर्पित है एक ऐसी लड़की को जो बी.आई.टी मे पढ़ती है,और इन-टाईम हटवाने के लिये लड़ती है।

कविता की पंक्तियाँ :

सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंशों ने भृकुटी तानी थी,

बूढ़े भारत में आई फिर से नयी जवानी थी,

गुमी हुई आज़ादी की कीमत सबने पहचानी थी,

दूर फिरंगी को करने की सबने मन में ठानी थी,

चमक उठी सन सत्तावन में, वह तलवार पुरानी थी,

बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,

खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

लक्ष्मी थी या दुर्गा थी वह स्वयं वीरता की अवतार,

देख मराठे पुलकित होते उसकी तलवारों के वार,

नकली युद्ध-व्यूह की रचना और खेलना खूब शिकार,

सैन्य घेरना, दुर्ग तोड़ना ये थे उसके प्रिय खिलवार,

महाराष्टर-कुल-देवी उसकी भी आराध्य भवानी थी,

बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,

खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

पैरोडी की पंक्तियाँ :

ऐडमिनिस्ट्रेशन हिल उठा,रुकी उनकी मनमानी थी,

बूढ़े बी.आई.टी मे आयी फ़िर से नयी जवानी थी,

छिनी हुई आज़ादी की कीमत सबने पहचानी थी,

दूर इन-टाईम को करने की सबने मन मे ठानी थी,

चमक उठी सन 2k9 मे, वो तलवार पुरानी थी,

प्रोफ़ेसर और मैडम के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,

खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो बी.आई.टी वाली रानी थी।

लक्ष्मी थी,या दुर्गा थी,वो स्वयं वीरता की अवतार,

देख लड़के भी पुलकित होते,उसकी बातों के वार,

प्रोजेक्ट करना,असाईनमेंट बनाना,थे उसके प्रिय शिकार,

राँची जाना,इन-टाईम तोड़ना,ये थे उसके प्रिय खिलवार,

ये इन-टाईम की प्रथा तो,उसको बस हटानी थी,

प्रोफ़ेसर और मैडम के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,

खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो बी.आई.टी वाली रानी थी।

काश मेरा पहला प्यार होता आखिरी भी

2009-06-16T15:03:00.000-07:00

इसे एक कविता के रूप मे देखे,इसे गज़ल ना कहा जाये,क्योंकि उस हिसाब से पूरा काफ़िया ही गलत हो जायेगा और ये गज़ल विधा का अपमान ही होगा(वैसे भी बहर मे मैं लिखता नही)। तो बताये कैसी लगी मेरी ये "कविता" :)

काश मेरा पहला प्यार होता आखिरी भी,

ज़िंदगी आसमां तक पहुँची तो गिरी भी।

कभी तो मेरे हर शब्द पे दाद थी तुम्हारी,

अब पसंद नही आती मेरी एक शायरी भी।

औरों के सवालों का जवाब मुमकिन है पर,

आज तो खुद सवालिया है ज़िंदगी मेरी भी।

मैं बस अपने अकेलेपन का साथ दे रहा हूँ,

और मेरे साथ चल रही है चंद यादें तेरी भी।

पहले तो कविता मेरी,कुछ दर्द बाँट लेती थी,

काम नही देती अब ये शब्दों की जादूगरी भी।

मैं एक बेरोज़गार हूँ

2009-06-15T12:05:00.000-07:00

कल देखा एक आदमी को सड़क पर,

गाड़ी के नीचे आते आते बच गया,

आदतन वो ही शब्द निकल गये मुझसे,

देखकर नही चल सकते,अंधे हो क्या?

जवाब ने पर इस बार चौंका दिया,

जनाब, आँखों से अंधा तो नही हूँ,

पर बेरोज़गार हूँ,बस अंधेरा है मेरी

आँखों के आगे,हमेशा...हर वक्त,

हाँ दोस्त...मैं एक बेरोज़गार हूँ!!

उसकी बातों का ही असर था शायद,

जो उस बेरोज़गार से पूछ पड़ा मैं,

इस अंधेपन का कुछ करते क्यों नही,

उसका बोलना,मेरा चौंकना,जारी रहा,

इलाज तो करवाना चाहता हूँ मगर,

मरीज़ इतने बढ़े की दवा कम हो गयी,

अब ज़िंदगी मे रोशनी लाने के लिये,

अंधेरे मे बस भागे चला जा रहा हूँ,

हाँ दोस्त...मैं एक बेरोज़गार हूँ !!

इसके आगे मैने कुछ नही पूछा उससे,

पर वो बोलता ही चला गया, शायद,

मेरी आँखें अब भी सवाल कर रही थी,

कहने लगा की बेरोज़गारी की ये बीमारी,

गरीबी की गंदी गलियों मे बड़ी फ़ैलती है,

ऐसे ही संक्रमण का असर हुआ है मुझपे,

अब जैसे कुछ नही दिखता,सपने भी नही,

हार नही मानी है अब तक,पर लाचार हूँ,

हाँ... हाँ दोस्त... मैं, एक बेरोज़गार हूँ !!

हम खुश है तेरी तस्वीर से मोहब्बत करके

2009-06-14T08:46:00.000-07:00

फ़कत एक बार जो पड़ गयी तेरी तस्वीर पे निगाह,
दिल ने कहा कि आई है एक परी आसमां से उतरके,
एक बार पड़ी निगाह,तो नज़र फ़िर हटाई ना गयी,
लगता है अब तो तू मानेगी मुझको दीवाना करके।

देखो आधे चेहरे पे तुम्हारे धूप पड़ रही है ऐसे,
जैसे रोशनी भी बिखर रही हो ज़रा ठहर ठहरके।

मेरी जानिब तो देख नही रही हो तुम लेकिन,
तुम्हारी नज़र तो निकली है मेरे दिल से गुज़रके।

अपने हाथों से छू रही हो तुम रुख्सारों को अपने,
इन हाथों को रख दो एक बार मेरे हाथों मे धरके।

हुस्नो-निखार ज़माने भर मे देखा तो बहुत है,
पर तुम तो आयी हो शायद चांदनी से निखरके।

दिल मे हसरत है हो जाये एक मुलाकात तुमसे,
वैसे तो हम खुश है तेरी तस्वीर से मोहब्बत करके।

चांद को क्या मालूम की तारीफ़ किसी और की होती है :)

2009-06-11T06:51:00.000-07:00

कल शाम पार्क मे बैठा हुआ था,
पास एक बच्चा प्यारी सी एक ज़िद
किये जा रहा था,किये जा रहा था,
कहता, चंदा मेरा मामा है तो चलो,
एक बार मिलवाओ मुझे उनसे,एक बार,
और साथ मे जो थे,उसके पिता होंगे,
इस मासूम पर जटिल ज़िद के आगे लाचार,
बगल वाली बेंच पे ये भोला सा तमाशा,
चले जा रहा था,चले जा रहा था...

और....ऐसे मे मेरे अंदर का कवि जागा,
सोचता हूँ कभी जब अपना भी बच्चा होगा,
और अपने चंदा मामा से मिलना चाहेगा,
इसी तरह कभी ज़िद करने लगेगा पार्क मे,
तो कह दूँगा,मुन्ने साब बात ऐसी है,
आपके मामा अब हमसे नाराज़ हो गये है,
क्योंकि आज तक उनका नाम लेकर हम,
आपकी मम्मी को बुलाते आये है,और,
जाने कितनी ही कवितायें बनाते आये है...

अगर अब भी नही समझे की ये कवि,
क्या कह रहा है,तो जान लो ये कविता,
एक बहाना था,एक बार फ़िर तुमको,
चुपके से चांद कहके बुलाना था !!!

Fake Bollywood Actor

2009-06-08T07:16:00.000-07:00

I believe, the intersection of the sets of IPL fans and Bollywood fans is a considerably large set,and so I preassume, this post will have its fair share of audience .There have been ample questions raised about the identity of the fake IPL player,and I wont be dwelling upon it henceforth,at least for the time being. The intent is to contemplate regarding the efects it has had...and discuss another weird possibilty. What if a similar fakie crops up during the shooting of a bollywood movie,comes up with a similar blog...a Fake Bollywood Actor.

So what are the options for a fake bollywood actor.After all, the players do get a chance to spend a lot of time together,outside the grounds,but same is not true for actors outside the studios(read foreign locales)..the exceptions are there,but in general,movie stars arent spending days and nights with each
other.Yet,when some project,gets shifted to a location like,say,South Africa,due to the lack of aesthetic value in India's tourist places(which somehow help the tourism industry to contribute significantly to our GDP) an opportuniy arises for our fakie.Here,our fakie,who is confident,that he is a good for nothing
piece of nonsense in the world of cinema,decides to look for an alternative.The world of Blogging welcomes him,just like an unregulated economy welcomes recession,with open arms.People around the world are greeted to certain secrets(which was never of any help anyway),a plethora of nicknames and ample amount of humour.The bottomline is,the world enjoys the piece of nonsense...because...the world,enjoys it!!

Time to pick up certain arbitrary nicknames..Ab bhi shake Bachan will be talked about in derogatory tone,making fun of one of his weird habits(refer his nick).With due disrespect,the credit for this habit may befall upon Mrs. Aishkarwa Rahe Bachan.With her,you get a chance to discuss about her past lovers
(also her last lovers),Vivek Ab Roye and DKD,nicknaming him upon the only thing which brings a certain amount of fame to him nowadays.A talk about how Vivek Ab Roye has become even more desperate to get a role,and how DKD has been strung up in his 37th (bollywd) affair should give some masala.

With Ab bhi Shake Bachan,also comes an opportunity to discuss about his talented dad,Shehenshah of the bollywood,and with it you have a chance to vent out your crappy thoughts over who the biggest superstar of the Bollywood is.On the one hand you have "sehen-shah",the tolerant old man,while on the other,you have the "bad-shah",the charming and the proudy one.A couple of "inside news" about someone calling the other a dog,mouse,cat,buffalo etc etc (in a blog or outside it) should satisfy the inexplicable hunt for controversies, of our society.Katrina Kaif being called Foren Babe(remember foren babas??) while some one like Priety already has been baptized as Bubbly.But not everyone is seen with an eye of disrespect,and Priness Of Kolkata(Rani Mukherji) happens to have the fakie in her list of admirers . Surprisingly,the presence of just a couple of these big names are enough to come up with excuses to talk about all of them,again,masala is never in dearth,when it comes to Bollywood.Some other nicknames:

Tirchhi Topi - the legendary singer with the cap,who never irritated a soul with his singing
Xerox Machine - the great music director Pritam da...for the obvious reasons..
Miss Maggie - Kangana Ranaut,with the attractive hair style...not my fault if the fakie finds it weird!!
Dancing Dasher - Hritik Roshan..as we know it isnt always being disrespectful in the nicknames
Hawa ka jhonka - The guy who has written more songs than anybody in Bollywood...however pathetic most of them may be :)

Issues Discussed..Questions raised...blaah blaah blaaah... :

India,they say,is a country strongly driven by Bollywood.Its more than a mere industry,its a culure,a religion.For many,it is said that,maa and cinemaa are their first words.If only,Bollywood is observed from a different vantage point,will the prestige still remain intact?? This line has a lot of name,fame,even
shame,but all because it has a lot of money.With agencies like Underworld and Mafia,religiously contributing to the cause of Indian cinema,money matters are hardly a matter of concern.And if you can make a couple of films on general goodness of mankind and the ways the goons of today,are the ones who suffered yesterday,then the movies are all the more likely to be allotted huge funds.Of course with such stalwarts enetring the fray,a few complexities arise.Few of the transactions can go haywire,where big names like Chota Sajan,Daood Beraham end up being vexed and unsatisfied.Also when your girlfriends are either not getting movies,or they are ruining the chances by the sheer absence of talent and abilities,it leaves you all the more frustated.As you know such unregulated economies,have their share of advantage,but a crisis is never too far.A talk about a couple of deals being finalised,"contracts" being signed by various such "companys",will find ample space in our coveted Bollywood Fake Blog.

What about the awards,for all the hard work,people put in for days and nights.If Hollywood has an Oscar,here we have Film-unfairs,Zee Cine,Screen,and several other useless ones.To complement these names,we also have something called National Awards(wonder what others are).We have guys like our dearest Dildo,or the Bad-shah of bollywood dominating such award giving ceremonies,while the ones like Mr. Pervertionist not accepting the awards.An insider can always disclose information about how some of these awards were transacted.Intelligent audience often figures out which of the awards have been bought,so certain details and additional monetary facts and figures could be provided by our esteemed fake one.

Casting couch happens to be another by product of this cinema culture,for good or bad,one cant say with definite accuracy.The opinions,usually,are divided upon this issue of national interest,but the thing to be noted, is the national interest in this topic.Guys like Fuckty Kapoor assumed a legendary status
after being involved in such controversies,and no one can negate the well known fact that there are many names,big and small,actively participating in this act.Even the secret cameras have been quiet for quite some time,so our fake actor can assume the responsibilty to discuss,at length,about any such act of
favouritism on grounds of sexual favour,that the fake one observes,and brings to the notice of everyone concerned.

Apart from above mentioned points,there are other issues to be addressed.With new affairs starting and ending everyday,people locking lips and denying it,people marrying and remarrying often,and to add to this,buying teams and players,the responsibilty and the task on hand is daunting.While there are pairs
like Sexy Basu and Dostana Abraham, which stand the stiff tests of time and situations,there are others like Bacha Kapoor and Aunty Kapoor's pair,which are blown to pieces when caught kissing in public.Here we arrive at another important point,the Fake Bollywood actor must regularly discuss any act of Public
(even private) display of affection by the celebrities,that he observes on sets or otherwise.With fake mms arriving in the market with alarming regularity,the genuinity(or the lack of them) can often be known by such a Fake one,which will make the public aware of the realities.Of course,like any other field,the Entertainment Industry must have its fair share of unfair and dirty politics,the mathematics of hit and flop involving the use of complex numbers and certain prime numbers....The issues are actually endless.

Be it Bollywood,be it cricket,a lot of its realities can be brought out in the open,only if you are a fake one.A lot of his talks will sound like utter crap,some actually will be,insulting and even offending nicknames coupled with certain harsh realities.Often it takes a lot of courage to say the truth,and sometimes, it takes...a fake identity.Remember,behind every fake,there is an original!!

मुकम्मल दर्द

2009-06-07T10:59:00.000-07:00

मेरी इस कविता की प्रेरणा हिंदी बलौगिंग की जाने-मानी हस्ती हरकिरत जी है,मेरी ये मामूली सी कोशिश उनके दर्द भरे उत्कृष्ट नगमों के सामने कुछ नही,पर मैं अपनी ये कविता उनको समर्पित करना चाहूँगा। मेरा एक छोटा सा सलाम इस बड़ी सी हस्ती को :)

कल दर्द को पिघलते देखा,

तकलीफ़ की आग मे जलते देखा,

सोचा पिघलके बह जायेगा ये,

जैसे बाकी सब बह जाते है,

मालूम हुआ कुछ ऐसे एहसास है,

जो सीने मे कैद रह जाते है।

कल दर्द से बातें की,

बातें क्या,बस शिकायतें की,

दर्द सुनाने लगा अपनी दास्तां,

लगा,बोलके चुप हो जायेगा ये,

जैसे बाकी सब खामोश हो जाते है,

पर लगता है कुछ आवाज़ें मरती नही,

लफ़्ज़ भले खो जाते है।

कल दर्द पे कविता लिख डाली,

सारी भड़ास कागज़ पे निकाली,

सोचा ज़रा मन हल्का हो जायेगा,

जैसा हर बार हो जाता है,

पर अफ़सोस दर्द का बोझ उतरा नही,

अधूरे से जज़्बात मिटने लगते है जब,

तब मुकम्मल दर्द तैयार हो जाता है।

लेकिन वो सच था

2009-06-07T00:49:00.000-07:00

बात साढ़े इक्कीसवीं शताब्दी की है,

एक टीचर क्लास में पहुँचे,

बच्चों को सिखाने बातें भाषा की,

सबसे पहले बारी आयी परिभाषा की।

पूछा-सच की परिभाषा बताओ,

टीचर ने बच्चो को देखा,

बच्चों ने एक दूजे को,

सबका क्लास मे यही था हाल,

यार कुछ समझ नही आया सवाल।

बोले टीचर-बच्चो कितने नादान हो,

इस शब्द से भी अंजान हो,

गर जवाब नही दे पाये तुम,

फ़िर सबको कड़ी सज़ा दूँगा,

सारी क्लास को मुर्गा बना दूँगा।

बच्चे लगे फ़िर मुस्काने,

अपने टीचर को समझाने,

मुर्गा बनना अब सज़ा नही,

इसमे तो कुछ भी बुरा नही,

इंसानो की हालत तो

मुर्गों से भी बदतर है,

आज के ज़माने में तो,

मुर्गा बनना ही बेहतर है।

टीचर ऊँची आवाज़ करके बोले,

बच्चो को नाराज़ करके बोले,

गर नही आता है जवाब,

मान लो अपनी हार तुम,

पर अपने टीचर से ऐसी बहस,

मत करो बेकार तुम।

बच्चों ने मामले को संभालने की ठानी,

सबने टीचर की बात मानी,

बोले जवाब हमको आता है पर,

लगता है इतना सा डर,

शायद उत्तर इतना सटीक ना हो,

कहीं आप इससे खफ़ा ना हो आये,

होगा सबसे बेहतर यही शायद

की आप ही इसका जवाब बतलाये।

टीचर महोदय घबराये,

शब्द ये उन्होने सुना हे कहाँ था,

जो इसका मतलब वो बतलाये,

एक मित्र ने उनसे लगायी थी शर्त,

की इसका अर्थ वो खोजकर दिखाये,

छान मारी कयी किताबें उन्होने,

मगर 'सच' का मतलब ना ढ़ूँढ़ पाये।

बच्चों ने तो झूठा बहाना कर,

उस सवाल को आसानी से टाल दिया,

टीचर ने भी ऐसा ही कोई झूठ बोल,

बच्चों को दूसरा सवाल दिया,

'सच' तो असल मे ये था,

बच्चे इस शब्द से अंजान थे,

टीचर भी इससे परेशान थे,

उनकी तरह उस दौर मे,

झूठ का सहारा ले रहे थे सभी, इसलिये जिन्होने ये शब्द सुना, वो इसी तरह हैरान थे।

शायरी ये तेरी गुलाम ना बनी रहे इसका डर है....

2009-06-05T03:52:00.000-07:00

उस दिन लगा जैसे इस बात का फ़कर है,

मैं कोई अंधा नही,शुक्र है मेरी भी नज़र है।

जब तेरे रुख पे जाके रुक गयी मेरी निगाह,

दिल बोले कयामत है,धड़कन कहे की कहर है।

हवाओं की मेहरबानी से हुई ज़ुल्फ़ो में हलचल,

ठहरी हुई महुआ की बूँद,या मानो एक लहर है।

किन्हीं आँखों मे ना देखी थी गहराई कुछ ऐसी,

दुनिया तमाम वीरान,इनमे बसता एक शहर है।

बड़ी अदा में दाँतों से जो तू काटती थी लबों को,

होंठो पे मद्धम दर्द,इस जिगर पे मरहम सा असर है।

उतरा जो ज़रा सा तो और नीचे ना जाया जाये,

ये तेरे करम है,या ज़ालिम ये तेरी कमर है।

तूने शायर बना दिया इस बात का नाज़ होता है,

शायरी ये तेरी गुलाम ना बनी रहे इसका डर है।

ज़िंदगी को बहुत प्यार हमने किया (एक लघु नाटक) - भाग 2

2009-06-01T07:39:00.000-07:00

(तीसरा दृश्य - एक महिला रो रही है दहाड़े मार कर,यमराज और चित्रिगुप्ता वहाँ पहुँचते है।)

यमराज- ये कहाँ आ गये हम,यूँ ही साथ साथ चलते?

चित्रिगुप्ता - हे महाराज! सुन रहे है ये रोने की आवाज़। कल एक मनुष्य यमलोक आया था,बहुत आँसू बहाया था।किसी लाचार सा दिखायी देता था वो,अपनी जवान बीवी की दुहाई देता था वो। ये उसी की बीवी है,अब आगे देखिये।

(एक लड़के का प्रवेश,जो उस रोती महिला के इर्द गिर्द चक्कर लगाने लगता है)

लड़का - हाय डार्लिंग! फ़ोन तेरा औफ़ था,गूगल टौक पे तू औफ़लाईन थी,इसलिये मिलने चला आया। पर यहाँ आके देखता हूँ तेरे रोने का नज़ारा,अब क्या गम है जब मिल गया पति से छुटकारा।

लड़की - हाय,हाय,हाय,यमराज आये,मेरी भी जान लेके जाये। दौलत क्या खाक छोड़ी,उल्टा सर पे कर्ज़ आ गया है,खुद तो डूबा,मुझे भी डूबा गया है,मेरे पति ने तो समाज कल्याण मे अपना जीवन बिताया,इसलिये कभी माल नही कमाया,अब तो तू ही बचा ले,मेरी ज़िम्मेदारी उठा ले।

लड़का - मुन्नाभाई के शब्दों मे कहूँ तो मेरा हृदय परिवर्तन हो गया है,धर्म जाग गया है,अधर्मी सो गया है, अगर इतना नेक,इतना महान था तेरा पति,तो हे नारी,हो तू भी उसके साथ मे सती।

(यमराज और चित्रिगुप्ता ये सारा नज़ारा देखते है,और )

यमराज - हाय रे इंसान के बेशरमी,हर रूप मे मौजूद है अधर्मी।

चित्रिगुप्ता - हे यमराज,ऐसा नही है महाराज। आपको ले चलती हूँ वहाँ,जहाँ सुबह खूबसूरत,शाम हसीन है,जहाँ ज़िंदगी बेहद रंगीन है। वो है पास के बी आई टी मेसरा का पी एम सी एरीया !!

(पाठको को बता दूँ, हमारे कौलेज मे पी एम सी वो जगह है जहाँ से नो-एंट्री ज़ोन शुरु होता है,इसके पार एक दूसरी दुनिया बसी है,जहाँ हमारे कौलेज कि कन्यायें वास करती है)

(चौथा दृश्य - एक लड़का पी एम सी पर लड़कियाँ ताड़ रहा है,और रह रहके आपत्तिजनक टिप्पणियाँ भी कर रहा है,ऐसे मे यमराज और चित्रिगुप्ता {अदृश्य रूप मे} वहाँ आते है,तभी लड़के का फ़ोन बजता है)

लड़का - हाँ माँ! हाँ प्रणाम! पढ़ाई लिखाई,पढ़ाई लिखाई मे तो डूबा रहता है इस कदर मन मेरा, कि अब तो समर्पित है इसी को जीवन मेरा। आजकल ईंस्टीचियूट के चक्कर लगा रहा हूँ,डिस्पले ऐंड इन्टरफ़ेसिंग पे एक प्रोजेक्ट बना रहा हूँ।

यमराज - कहीं धर्म के नाम पर लूट है तो कोई माँ को कहता झूठ है। क्या सोचा था और क्या पाया,इंसान का असल रूप आज सामने आया।

(तभी एक फ़टे चिथड़े कपड़े पहनी औरत लड़खड़ाती हुई प्रवेश करती है,वो गिरती है और ये लड़का दौड़के उनके पास जाता है और सहारा देता है)

औरत - मैं तो जन्म जनमांतर की भोगी हूँ,मेरे करीब ना आओ मैं एक कुष्ठ रोगी हूँ।
लड़का - गरीबो लाचारों से दूर जाना तो एक नादानी है,मैं आपकी मदद करूँगा,कयोंकि यही फ़ितरते इंसानी है।

यमराज - अरे ये तो लेटेस्ट news है,अब तो यमराज भी confuse है।

चित्रिगुप्ता - हे यमराज,अगर आप ना हो नारज़,तो एक बात बताती हूँ,इन सबका सार समझाती हूँ।
(अभिनय के द्वारा ये ज़ाहिर होता है कि चित्रिगुप्ता यमराज को कुछ समझाती है)

यमराज - समझ गया। कुछ झूठे है,कुछ बे ईमान है,पर इंसान का इंसान से प्रेम इन सबसे महान है। हर इंसान मे कुछ बुराई है,कुछ अच्छाई है,पर यही जीवन की सच्चाई है। काश इस सुंदर दुनिया को हम और सँवार सकते,इंसानो को मारने के बजाय इनके अंदर की बुराई को मार सकते।

चित्रिगुप्ता - मुझे तो यकीन है कि एक रोज़,ये अपने अंदर की बुराई को ज़रूर मारेंगे।

यमराज - तो मेरा भी वादा है चित्रिगुप्ता,उस रोज़ हम धरती पे स्वर्ग को उतारेंगे,स्वर्ग को उतारेंगे ...

- - - समाप्त - - -

ज़िंदगी को बहुत प्यार हमने किया (एक लघु नाटक)- भाग 1

2009-05-31T11:45:00.000-07:00

प्रस्तुत है एक नाटक,जो मैने अपने कौलेज की एक प्रतियोगिता के लियी लिखी थी। स्टेज पर इसे पेश करना एक बेहद सुखद अनुभव रहा था, और हमारी टीम इस प्रतियोगिता मे प्रथम आयी थी।उम्मीद है आप लोगो को पसंद आयेगी :)

पहला दृश्य - यमलोक का नज़ारा! यमराज विचारशील मुद्रा मे,साथ है उनकी सहायिका चित्रिगुप्ता

यमराज - कभी कभी मेरे दिल मे ख्याल आता है,इंसान कयों रोता है जब वो मर जाता है,जब धरती पे स्वर्ग जैसी जगह नही कोई,फ़िर यमलोक आने से वो कयों घबराता है।

चित्रिगुप्ता - हे यमराज, कह देती हूँ आज।हर युग मे,हर लोक मे,सुख मे,शोक मे,इंसान बस अपनी ज़िंदगी चाहता है।अब तो यमलोकवासी भी अपनी मर्यादा लाँघ रहे है,हमारे कुछ कर्मचारी धरती पे तबादला माँग रहे है।

यमराज - हाय,कहाँ कमी रह गयी।इन्हे हमने मौत दी,अपने हाथों से परवरिश की,मनुष्य आखिर धरती लोक में ऐसा क्या पाता है,जो उसको यमलोक से अधिक भाता है। आज हम अपने विमान मे उत्थान भरेंगे,और नीचे जाके धरती लोक का दौरा करेंगे।कह दो देवताओं से की अपने दरबार मे हमारे पृथ्वी टूर का बिल पास करवा दे।

(दूसरा दृश्य। दोनो का धरती पे आगमन हो चुका है,एक लड़की खाई मे कूदकर अपनी जान देने जा रही है,यमराज कि नज़र उसपे पड़ती है। )

यमराज - चित्रिगुप्ता,ये अप्सरा सी कौन है?

चित्रिगुप्ता - जीवन की ठुकराई एक बेचारी है,जो आज मौत से भी हारी है,आत्महत्या कर यमलोक जाने की तैयारी है।

यमराज - जहाँ एक इंसान ना मरने के लिये गिड़गिड़ाता है,रोता है,वहाँ पर ऐसा भी होता है।आज ऐसा अनिष्ट देख यमराज भी रो गया,कोई आओ,बचाओ इसे,ये तो नादान है,जीवन के मोह से अंजान है,तुम लोगो को क्या हो गया!

(एक पंडित का प्रवेश )

पंडित - ओम शांति ओम,जय जय शिव शंकर,हरे रामा हरे कृष्णा!! क्या हुआ बालिका?

लड़की - नगर पालिका! नगर पालिका मे काम करता था वो,मुझपे बेहद मरता था वो।एक रोज़ उसके बनाये पुल की तरह उसका वादा भी टूट गया।

पंडित - और तेरे जीने का आस छूट गया? कर दे मुश्किल जीना,हाय रे इश्क कमीना। जीना मरना तो ऊपर वाले का खेल है,मत उसका अपमान कर,पर उससे तेरी बात करा दूँ,गर तू मेरा कल्याण कर,दान कर,दक्षिणा कर,फ़िर चाहे जहाँ मर्ज़ी मर। पूजा पाठ जाप कर दूँगा,तेरे पाप को निष्पाप कर दूँगा।

यमराज - बस ये धर्म मे अधर्म की गंदी मिलावट अब और ना सह सकूँगा,चलो चित्रिगुप्ता,अब मैं यहाँ एक पल ना रह सकूँगा।

(नाटक अभी बाकी है मेरे दोस्त।दूसरे और अंतिम भाग को लेके जल्द मिलता हूँ,तब तक अपनी राय और सुझाव देते रहे,और इस नयी कोशिश मे मेरा हौसला बढ़ाये )

50 First Posts !!!

2009-05-30T10:39:00.000-07:00

Post no. 1 to Post no. 50,its been quite an experience,quite a journey.One thing I could never do,according to my satisfaction,is giving ample time to blogging,yet the blog really is very very close to my heart.Maybe this "landmark" post will inspire me to write more regularly now,I know I write quite well( :P ) its just the time constraint,am sure you would find me more regular in the future :)

The previous 49 posts saw a total of 516 comments(and counting),with 23 English(dominated) posts receiving 182 comments(and counting) and 26 Hindi(dominated) ones with 334(again counting!).53.06% share of Hindi posts only indicate that I havent been biased towards any language,and such a proportion,in all modesty, is quite rare.Though an average of 12.84 comments for Hindi posts,in comparison to 7.91 for English ones do indicate which one of these has been more of my comfort zone! I know its too much of mathematics,maybe "freakonomics" has got into my head a little too much.Well I have always been someone really obsessed with numbers,the effect of which has been visible in my blog for the first time...not to be taken seriously folks :)

Picking my favourite 11 posts in this blog...the ones which are closest to one...readers,specially d regular ones(whatever few I do possess)...Do check it out if u missed out on any of these...

एक अधूरी कविता की कुछ यादें :

1. एक अधूरी कविता - इस ब्लौग पर मेरी ये पहली कविता थी,जो आज भी मेरे दिल के बहुत करीब है।। और मेरे बलौग का नाम भी तो इसी कविता पर है :)

2. लफ़्ज़ों की एक इमारत है - अपने एक दोस्त की एक पंक्ति पे एक कविता लिखी थी मैने,और मेरे हिसाब से ये मेरी लिखी अब तक की सबसे अच्छी कविता है

3. Kya Hindi aise bolaa jaati hai!! - I guess the funniest post on this blog(at least for me),about the weird Hindi that my friend MK used.Its a part of our daily routine,but it was when I decided to quote his "sayings" during our IIT KGP trip,that the blueprint for this post was made.

4. A Visit to paradise - My experience when I visited my school,its been a long time since I could make such a plan again,but i sure miss my school a lot.It may not be the best one,nonetheless,its pradise for me.

5. Ek Adhoori kavita(ek baras baad) - The post celebrating the first anniversary of my blog,mentioning the names of several people who made this journey such an amazing one.As the 2ndanniversary approaches,I guess there are quite a few people more who deserve a place in that list....

6. Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar - Another one which holds a special significance,it talked about all the lovely things for which I fell in my childhood,and how most of them gradually developed into a passion.Hindi will always be my love...and Rani enters her 11th year as my favourite actress :)

7. थोड़ा सा व्यंगात्मक हो जाये - हास्य व्यंग मे की गयी मेरी पहली कोशिश,इस विधा मे लिखी गयी पहली कविता

8. जब वी मेट - एक निजी अनुभव से प्रेरित ये लघु कहानी मुझे आज भी भावुक कर देती है,कहानी लिखने का ये शायद मेरा पहला गंभीर प्रयास था

9. Experience Spring Fest(part 2) - Almost an year after the visit to KGP campus(where our dear friend bowled us all with his hindi),I represented my Drama Society team from our college in the Spring Fest.I know this is one experience I can always look back for inspiration.

10. Ek non-ajnabee haseena se yun mulaakat ho gayee - After the train journey,time for a romantic bus trip.After discovering my seeming expertise in romantic hindi poetry,took a shot in a romantic narration in the other language.At least I enjoyed it :)

11. अगर तुम ना होती तो चांद की तारीफ़ कैसे करता - मुझे इस कविता की प्रेरणा अपने मित्र गौरव(गाज़िआबाद वाला) से मिली,जब उसने अचानक ही चांद पर एक बड़ी खूबसूरत पंक्ति बना डाली। एक बार फ़िर उसके कारण एक अच्छी खासी कविता बन गयी।उम्मीद है भविषया में कभी मुझपे उसके ख्याल चुराने का आरोप ना लगे :)

गर कोई बात यकीनी है,कोई बात गर ज़रूरी है, फ़कत ये की मेरी कविता अब भी अधूरी है।

सच कहूँ तो यही अधूरापन है जो मेरी सबसे बड़ी प्रेरणा है!!!

प्रकृति की गोद मे कभी सोये नही.. तो क्या किया तुमने !!!

2009-05-27T11:48:00.000-07:00

क्या किया तुमने??

अगर खामोशी को कभी सुना नही,

ज़मीं पे खड़े खड़े आकाश को छुआ नही,

हिलते नाचते पत्तों से बातें नही की,

चहचहाते चिड़ियों से मुलाकातें नही की,

प्रकृति की गोद मे कभी सोये नही,

चांद के कंधे पे सर रख रोये नही,

आकाश को छुआ नही,खामोशी को सुना नही,

क्या किया तुमने??

इंद्रधनुष के रंगों से होली नही खेली कभी,

तुमको देख बस आहें भरते रहे पर्वत सभी,

बादल के कोने को हाथों से तोड़ा नही,

और आँखों से नदी का रुख मोड़ा नही,

छत से ज़मीं पर कभी छलाँग मारी नही,

और इस हवा की कभी की सवारी नही,

आकाश को छुआ नही,खामोशी को सुना नही,

क्या किया तुमने??

CELEBRATING LIFE...

2009-05-26T10:57:00.000-07:00

a mother created the life,

and gave it the best reason,

a doctor operated the life,

only to make it even healthier,

sw engineer programmed the life,

for an improved interfacing,

a poet descibed the life,

and made it sound more complicated,

and then,I came,I saw...

and..celebrated the life..and still,

CELEBRATING LIFE !!

एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा

2009-05-24T06:56:00.000-07:00

यूँ तो बेवजह तारीफ़ मैं करता नही,

पर आज ये शायर दिल मजबूर है,

आज तक नही किया नशा जिसने,

आज तेरे हुस्न के नशे में चूर है।

चंचल सी,मद्धम सी ये धूप जैसे,

फ़िसल रही हो तेरे खुले बाहों से,

तेरा स्पर्श करने को आतुर हूँ,

पर हाथों से नही,निगाहों से।

दबी हुई हसरत है की मेरी नज़र,

तेरा आँचल बन तुझसे लिपट जाये,

या तेरे दीदार की प्यासी निगाहें,

तेरा अरमान बन तेरे दिल में सिमट जाये।

मेरे होंठ तेरे लबो पे सज जाये,

पर तेरी ही कविता के बोल बनके,

और समाये तेरी साँसे मेरी साँसो में,

फ़कत एक एहसास अनमोल बनके।

तेरे चेहरे की चमक ये जैसे,

मेरी रातों को रोशन करती है,

ख्वाबों के तहखाने में आने को,

जो तू यादों की सीढ़ियाँ उतरती है।

मुझमे तू है और तुझमे मैं हूँ,

इस हकीकत से अब मैं अंजान नही,

खूबसूरती की इस ज्योत के बिना,

इस सजल अस्तित्व की पूर्ण पहचान नही।

अगर तुम ना होती तो चांद की तारीफ़ कैसे करता :)

2009-05-09T11:53:00.000-07:00

दोस्तों,मुझे इस कविता की प्रेरणा अपने मित्र गौरव(गाज़िआबाद वाला) से मिली,जब उसने अचानक ही चांद पर एक बड़ी खूबसूरत पंक्ति बना डाली।इस पर मैने एक छोटी सी कविता रचने कि कोशिश की है,जो असल में मेरी खुशी का इज़हार है। गौरव को सहित्य में ऐसी कोई खास रूचि ना होने के बावजूद,वो पहले भी मुझे कुछ कुछ लिखने के लिये प्रेरित कर चुका है।ऐसी दो उदाहरणों को यहाँ पढ़े : लफ़्ज़ों की एक इमारत है सोने की अपनी नाँव है,चांदी का बाकी पानी है

इस बार की पंक्ति: अगर तुम ना होती तो चांद की तारीफ़ कैसे करता !!

मेरी कविता,एक सलाम इस खूबसूरत ख्याल को :

अगर तुम ना होती तो चांद की तारीफ़ कैसे करता,
इतनी हसीन कविता लिखने का जज़्बात कहाँ उभरता।।।

मेरा सारा काव्य सौंदर्य तेरे सौंदर्य की लीला गाता है,
मेरे लेखन का नशा तमाम,तेरे नशे में चूर हुआ जाता है,
मेरी कल्पना की उड़ान तुझे चांद पर,कभी सितारों पर पाती है,
और विचारशीलता की ऊँचाई तुमको आसमाँ पे बिठाये जाती है,
सच मानो तो ये सारा रस तेरे रूप के रस का बखान करते है,
देखो तो अलंकार ये,तुझसे अलंकृत होकर ही संवरते है,
अनुप्रास के नाम पर बस तेरा नाम बार बार दोहराता हूँ,
श्लेश के बहाने तेरे एक एहसास के अनेक अर्थ बतलाता हूँ

ज़माना लाख सोचे की मैं कैसा प्यारा,कितना खूबसूरत लिखता हूँ,
लेकिन मेरा दिल जानता है,मैं सिर्फ़ और सिर्फ़ तुमको लिखता हूँ,
ना होती तुम तो किसके दम पे कवि होने का दंभ भरता,
अगर तुम ना होती तो चांद की तारीफ़ कैसे करता !!!

ज़िंदगी शिकायतों में एक इज़ाफ़ा और कर गयी ....

2009-05-05T23:44:00.000-07:00

तकलीफ़ इस दिल में जब और उभर गयी,
अपनी शायरी उस रोज़ कुछ और निखर गयी।

उनकी मजबूरी को देखो मिलन का नाम देते है लोग,
कभी किनारा नदी में समाया,कभी नदी किनारे पे उतर गयी।

हवा यूँ कानों के पास से गुज़री,मानो पूछा हो हाल मेरा,
जाने क्या था सवाल जिसको सुन मेरी तबीयत ही डर गयी।

तुझको बता ना सका,वो हाल-ए-दिल तन्हाई को सुनाया मैने,
हुआ ये माहौल,मेरी हर महफ़िल मे मेरी तन्हाई घर कर गयी।

फ़िर शाम ढ़लने तक तेरी नज़र को सुनता रहा मैं,
और फ़िर तेरी आवाज़ मेरे दिल को छूके गुज़र गयी

कभी चांद को नये मतलब,मायने,नाम देता चला गया,
तो कभी चांदनी टूटकर मेरी हर शायरी पे बिखर गयी।

एक एक ख्वाईश जब बेआबरू हो आँखों से टपक पड़ी,
मेरी कलम शब्दो के अदृश्य दायरे में उसको कैद कर गयी।

दर्द का वो आलम जब जज़्बात अपाहिज से लगने लगे,
क्यों मजबूर रहूँ,कि,मेरी चाहत कल्पना के उड़ान भर गयी।

ज़माना मुझसे बोला,देख आज तेरी उम्र बढ़ गयी,
मैने सोचा ज़िंदगी शिकायतों में एक इज़ाफ़ा और कर गयी।

थोड़ा और शायराना हो जाये :)

2009-05-05T11:26:00.000-07:00

दायरे खुद अपनी हदें तय करते है,
वर्ना सीमा तो कुछ भी नही!!

सपना और कुछ नही,तेरे ना होने पे भी तेरा होना है,
और ये सपना सपना है सच नही,बस इस बात का रोना है।

काश एक ज़िंदगी ऐसी भी मिलती,
जो गुज़र जाती बस तुमको देखते हुए!!

मज़ा क्या रहे गर मेरे प्यार को वजह मिल जाये,
मुझे तो हसरत है तेरे लिये बेवजह बर्बाद होने की : )

एक आलम ऐसा भी आयेगा,
जब दस्तखत की जगह भी तेरा नाम लिख आऊँगा ।

ऐ ज़िंदगी चार पल फ़ुर्सत के दे दे,
या वो पल दे दे जब फ़ुर्सत कि ख्वाईश नही थी ।

मेरे लिये मैं बनना ही मुश्किल था ज़िंदगी में,
तुम मुझे तुम बनने को कह रहे हो ।

मुमकिन है मेरा प्रेमकवि बन जाना...

2009-05-04T22:40:00.000-07:00

हम कहाँ थे समझे दिल का ये लगाना,

फ़िर भी लगा लिया दिल,नासमझी का कर बहाना।

यूँ तो मुमकिन नही की मोहब्बत की बाज़ी हार जाऊँ,

लेकिन मेरी फ़ितरत में है शामिल,तुमसे मात खाना।

तुमको भूले भी तो और कुछ खयाल ना रहा,

और याद रखा,तो भूल गये तमाम ज़माना।

मरना भी हमे कब कहाँ नागवार गुज़रा था,

लेकिन मुश्किल लगता है अब तुमको भुलाना।

फ़िर मुझे चांद मे तेरा चेहरा नज़र आया,

फ़िर आसां हो गया तुमपे कविता बनाना।

हवा भी जैसे हौले से कान में कुछ कहके गुज़री,

तुम्हारी तरह आ रहा है इसको भी बातें बनाना।

फ़िर हाथ उठाया मैने,फ़िर आसमां को छू लिया,

तेरे खयालों में डूबा रहूँ,तो मुमकिन है हर ऊँचाई को पाना।

तुम कहती हो हमारी मुलाकात एक इत्तफ़ाक है,

मैं कहता हूँ मेरी तकदीर है तेरा यूँ मिल जाना।

अपनी तो उम्र गुज़र गयी तुमको याद करते करते,

अब तो चाहता हूँ बस एक बार तुमको याद आना।

आज तक फ़कत दर्द के वाक्ये सुनाता रहा मैं,

अब तेरी मेहरबानी से मुमकिन है मेरा प्रेमकवि बन जाना।

कशमकश

2009-05-04T21:30:00.000-07:00

बना बिगड़ा, बिगड़ा बना,और बनता बिगड़ता रह गया,

प्यार का बुखार,तापमान की तरह उतरता चढता रह गया।

मुनासिब ना था मोहब्बत की जंग हार जाना,

इसलिये हार जाने के बाद भी मैं लड़ता रह गया।

मज़ा देखो की बस उसकी नज़र में गिरता चला गया,

वरना ज़िंदगी के बाकी हर पहलू में तो चढ़ता रह रह गया।

मेरी चाहत की शमा को तेरी एक फ़ूँक ने बुझाया था,

और मैं नादान था जो हवा से झगड़ता रह गया।

अपनी ही नासमझी में देखो अपनी जान गँवायी मैने,

उनको इलाज की अदा ना आयी,और मैं बीमार पड़ता रह गया।

तू मुझे किसी अंतरे की तरह भूल गयी !!!

2009-05-04T21:04:00.000-07:00

कैसी थी वो पत्थरदिली की मुझे

ठुकराने की बात तू कबूल गयी,

मैने तुझे मुखड़े की तरह याद रखा

तू मुझे किसी अंतरे की तरह भूल गयी।

जो दूर जा जाके भी मुझ तक वापस आता रहा,

बेदिलि के जाने ऐसे कौन से झूले पे तू झूल गयी।

चाहत मुझे उधार में भी नही दी तुमने,

और वफ़ा की दौलत मुझसे वसूल गयी।

गलत था मेरा छोटी से छोटी चीज़ को याद रखना,

या भूल था कि तू बड़ी से बड़ी बात भूल गयी।

थोड़ा सा शायराना हो जाये

2009-04-06T19:29:00.000-07:00

1. आस्माँ पे उग आते इस सूरज को देखके लगता है,
कभी आये यूँ ही कोई मेरी भी ज़िंदगी में नया सवेरा लेकर !!

2. दीवानगी की एक हद ये की लैब में
तेरे चहरे को डेस्कटौप वॉलपेपर बना लिया,
और एक दीवनगी का आलम ये भी,
कि जो भी वॉलपेपर लगाया,
टेरा ही चेहरा नज़र आया !!

3. तेरे ख्वाबों का तोहफ़ा ही देने आयी हो जैसे,

आज नींद भी आयी कुछ ऐसे तकल्लुफ़ से...

4. आज लिखना चाहता हूँ तुझपे,

पर लिख नही पाता कुछ,

कोई मिसाल ही नही दे पाता,

कोई कहता है तुम हज़ारों में एक हो,

कोई कहे है,लाखों में एक हो...

मैं क्या कहूँ, मुझे तो लगता है...

तुम बस एक हो!!

5. अल्जेबरा के इस जोड़ घटाव में जब तेरा ख्याल आया,

तो लगा,तू मेरी ज़िंदगी से जुड़ जाये बस,सारे गम घट जायेंगे ...

6. काला लिबास है या काला जादू कोई,

जो तुमपे लिपटा हुआ,मुझपे छाया हुआ है !

7. तेरे पास आने से डरता हूँ,

कि एक झटके से झकझोर न दे तू मुझको,

पर जानता हूँ,कि छू लूँ तो

तेरा एहसास बह जायेगा मुझमे..

हाँ बिजली ही तो हो तुम !! (composed when sb asked me 2 write a sher on 'electricity' )

8 कल चांद मुझसे बोला,

तू भी मेरे साथ रह सकता है,

अब तो तुझे भी आदत पड़ने लगी है,

अंधेरे में रहने की...

9. बादल की ऊँचाई देखकर क्यों जलते हो

वो तो टपकेगा एक रोज़, बूँद बूँद बनकर ....

10. फ़िर तेरा ज़िक्र आया,फ़िर तेरी कमी महसूस हुई,

आज फ़िर तड़प उठा इस बात पे दिल,

कि क्यों तेरा ज़िंदगी में लौट आना मुमकिन नही,

ऎ मेरे बचपन,कहाँ खो गये तुम??

11. फ़िर आज चांद बना रह है शक्ले अजीब सी,

फ़िर आज किसी की खूबसूरती मेरे

डरने की वजह बन गयी है...

Ek non-ajnabee haseena se yun mulakat ho gayi

2009-03-31T09:23:00.000-07:00

Usually I like watching the sunrise,but that day, it was different.Not because I didnt like it,but because I didnt see it,well not in the literal sense of it actually.I did wake up early,as my habit goes,looked at the morning sky,but this time I didnt "see" the sun rising,I "felt" it.For the non philosophical souls wondering when I will start making sense,I would like to elaborate that I felt a desire,an urge,maybe even a need, of someone bringing a new dawn in my life,maybe someone would rise up in this sparkless unromantic life...maybe!!

The bus was about to leave,we were three people on the seat.One of our friends sat near the window,but I wanted to count us,as just two,she...and me,living at the edge,and sitting at the edge.The journey was to last around quarter of an hour,and it was just the begining of a sweet little day,just the first few minutes of plenty that I would spend with her.Well to sum up,it was just the begining...but then,it was the begining,and I wanted it to be as perfect as possible.I was more nervous than I had been during any of the vivas in my college(bad comparison I know!!),just a little confused as well.It isnt that I didnt try to calm my nerves,afterall it was just a routine outing of some friends,everyone expected it to be just normal,so why couldnt I.Whatever be the reason,the fact is,being normal was not among the options,also "none of these" wasnt there.I could even feel my sense of humour going haywire then,just as the very recollection of those moments is making it happen now.So we had been together for close to ten minutes,the bus journey had started a couple of minutes ago,and,I had uttered exactly a couple of words to her so far.God bless the person who invented the phrase "Good Morning"!!

"You look beautiful", you had to be a fool to expect a dumbo like me,with all the nervousness of the world engulfing me,to say that to her.But this was one of the few 3 word phrases that I wanted to say.Expectedly "good morning" remained my only words for quite some time.Then there was a mention of my SMS in the morning which had remained unanswered,when finally my philosophical self found its own,and I said "its not always a good thing to keep someone waiting".As it commonly happens,my philosophy remained unanswered.Again a generation of silence followed,only constructive things I did then, was to think of as many things to talk about as I could.The weirdo bus was noisy and it was not helping my cause either.Complete solitude was not possible,but at least we could have some silence.My prayers were answered when the bus stopped for filling its energy reserves,motionless meant noiseless,and I had to find my voice then.So what were the things that I could talk about.My favourite TV series had been an indirect recommendation of her,I thought of making a mention of that.After all,it never harms to show the other person that you remember things even remotely related to her.The funny thing was, I couldnt talk about it,as it would bring a third person into the frame,a name which probably would have made her uncomfortable then.For the confused ones,its one of our common friends,who wasnt on talking terms with her then,and who,was directly recommended about my favourite series.With this also went the second topic,which was another one of my favourite serials,again a result of her indirect recommendation.If anything could make her feel even an enigma of ackwardness,I must avoid it,and thats what I did.Of course I had other topics but then the bus,and the noise,had started all over again.So I was back to doing the best thing I could do then,admire her.Let me just give a detailed account of what it is like,when you,want to believe,that the person next to you is the most beautiful person alive!!

It wont be true if I say that I could not remove my eyes off her.The truth is,I felt so shy that I wasnt looking at her much,but I would stil like to believe ,and would appreciate if you also believed, that all the time, I was only looking at her....even when, I wasnt.I wanted to tell her,that in almost three years that I had known her,I never found her so attractive.Among many reasons for my feeling so,was also the obvious one that she indeed looked very very pretty that day.Something was clearly wrong with me,I was noticing things like her ear ring to even her chappal!!..I had never been someone with any sort of taste for these feminine things,but lots was different that day.Again it wont be true if I say that I was falling in love with her,yet the reality is...I wanted to.

I was sitting close to the back door of the bus,the genius angel noticed it,and remarked "hey dont fall down the bus".So far so good...and then she added "dont worry,I wont let you fall".XYZ public will argue that there isnt anything hugely romantic about this comment,but then I was in my own land of dreams and desires.I had my own interpretations and this gentle comment of hers had a romanticism attached to it,which only my heart could have identified then.If she smiled at me,passed a momentarily glance at me,did anything which could be anyway related to my presence next to her,even the smallest of things,it was driving me crazy.I felt an urge to sing 'pehla nasha pehla khumaar' in some filmy location,throwing my cap all over the place.Again sanity prevailed,for a while,and I decided to start some sort of discussion with her.Yes,it was time for an extended conversation now.I already had a topic(in fact many topics) ready,MBA preparations.It was a nice issue,and there was just so much that we could discuss about,as two genuine aspirants of one of the toughest entrance exams.The conversation was a mild success,with exactly one question(by me) and one answer(by her).Here I am,a guy,who wishes to get into the best management college of the country,face the toughest interviews with confidence,struggling to express a routine attraction that I was feeling for a girl...only if that were a routine attraction.It may sound a tad monotonous,but I cant restrain myself from mentioning,again,that she looked lovely,and seemed to be getting lovelier by every minute.The journey was nearing its end,and I finally gathered the courage to face the harsh reality,that I had been an absolute dumbo,maybe even a bore.The irony is,I still loved those moments.

Now,putting things into perspective,and finally getting into the normal mode,I know, all that meant nothing.Yet,it conveyed so much.The Mba talk(of 2 sentences) was the last chat we had during the journey,but I am not complaining now.Some things are better left unsaid,specially when silence can be so beautiful,and so very romantic.Purists may disagree,but I would still like to believe,and would appreciate if you also believed,that I fell in love with her during those moments,during that journy,even if I wasnt in love,just a couple of hours later.Someone once said "we derive greatest of pleasures in the simplest of things",now I know,that the guy must have had a similar trip in his life!!

Story Behind the Story: I am in the middle of reading "anything for you madam" by Tushar Raheja.The book is very much in the Chetan Bhagat mode,yet I am enjoying the romantic aspect of it,which even made me write something myself,on this enigma called romance.Also,not only does this post come straight out of my heart,it also comes out of my imagination.After a narration of train journey,inspired by a true experience,I found a bus journey,a convenient topic...comments and suggestions are most welcome :)

क्या है मेरी ये ज़िंदगी ??

2009-03-28T03:24:00.000-07:00

क्या है मेरी ये ज़िंदगी..कमरे का ट्यूब लाईट,
जिससे पल पल की रोशनी के बदले
एक कीमत अदा करनी पड़ती है...

या वो खाली बालटी,
जो सिर्फ़ ज़रूरत के वक़्त भरी जाती है,
वर्ना खाली ही रह जाती है ...

दरवाज़े पे पड़ा डोर मैट,
जिसे जिसने भी देखा,
नज़र झुका के ही देखा...

मेरी खिड़की पे लगा ये पर्दा
जो मौसम के मद्धम होने पर
परे हटता आया है,
मगर धूप झेलता आया है ....

या शायद ये अलार्म घड़ी
जिसकी आवाज़ नींद से जगा तो देती है
पर ये नही बताती की
इस जागॄति का क्या करूँ ....

क्या है मेरी ये ज़िंदगी??!!!

This post is interesting..no funny..no interesting...no slightly complicated !!

2009-03-28T02:34:00.000-07:00

The piece of writing below is CERTAINLY NOT my piece of imagination,well as many would APPRECIATE the point,that it cannot be.In all weirdness,these are words/phrases/watever uttered by one of our teachers.Many people may dismiss it as mere slit of pongues,but I,with my blessed aesthetic sense, have always enjoyed them thoroughly.All the readers who are unfamiliar with the person concerned will need a little imagination,a bit of visualisation,to APPRECIATE the comments,which were made in all seriousness.For the special class of readers who happen to be my classmates,am sure they would enjoy the remarks,and if possible,remind of other such instances they can think of...enjoy :P

It is very funny,no intersting...no funny
It is very slightly complicated..very complicated
You make a pant,give a shirt,give a shirt,make a pant..it is the same
Obviously I dont have any intention of writing all these equations
Is it making logical sense or not?..why? (WTF??)
Ok anyhow I will explain now listen!!
In this thing,it is only for this thing
It is very IMPORTANT BUT I will try to explain it
Your book I have not put the mark,it is in the photocopy!!
I will explain,I have not completed according to my satisfaction
Are you appreciating my point..no..ok!!
I will finish today's class in one statement..no two statements!! (surprisingly the 2 statements took around 12 minutes)

मेरी तन्हाई की अमानत...

2009-03-22T02:49:00.000-07:00

उसने कहा, बस बहुत हुआ,

क्यों ज़माने की महफ़िल में

आखिर ले जाते हो मुझको,

किसलिये सबसे मिलवाते हो मुझको,

अब तंग आ चुकी हूँ मैं,

वो गलत नज़र से देखते है

इसलिये नही,बल्कि इसलिये

की कोई देखता ही नही,

किसी को कोई फ़र्क ही नही पड़ता...

सजल,तुम्हारे अलावा मुझे

कोई समझ ही नही पाता,

सच कहूँ तो मेरी मौजूदगी

का एहसास तक नही करवा पाता,

जानती हूँ मेरे अपमान पे

तुमको भी तकलीफ़ होती है,

तभी तो कहती हूँ...

मुझे अपनी संगिनि बनाओ लेकिन

किसी और का साथ निभाने को ना कहना,

मैं तुम्हारी थी,तुम्हारी ही रह जाऊँगी

प्लीज़ किसी और को अपनाने को ना कहना,

है इसी में अब खुशी मेरी तमाम

की बनके रह जाऊँ,

तेरी तन्हाई की अमानत मैं.....

ऐसा जब मेरी 'कविता' ने मुझसे कहा,

मैं चुपचाप,बस देखता रह गया उसको!!!

P.S : This post is a result of a realisation,and the importance of giving the required importance,and love,to ones own compositions...because at the end of the day,the world will never understand them,as well as we do,if my 'kavita'is special for me,am sure she expects me to be the same for her :)

DELHI 6...and the Ramayana Konnection

2009-03-11T07:07:00.000-07:00

If you havent seen the movie....DO NOT READ THIS....and...WATCH THE MOVIE!!

I hereby attempt to present my views over the Ramayan connection of the movie Delhi6.It is something which is subjective,different people will have different interpretations,but surely if we dwell into it,we would appreciate the movie more,as a work of art.Here i go...

Purpose: Ramayana may be regarded as the most important piece of literature for our country.We Indians,hold it in high esteem,most of us have significant knowledge about it,but there are minute aspects which we tend to ignore.Ramayana,though an ancient epic,encompasses most of the modern issues,the problems,as well as the solutions.It has this ability to make us understand even the contemporary problems beter,and accept solutions,which we have always known,but find it difficult to accept.

Story connections: The 1st reference made to kala bandar,is followed by the description of Treta yug demon ravan,preseting Kala bandar as a wicked force.

Soon,we have the description of Ram and its said:"avadh mein aata hoon",and the next scene is about the situations that will lead Abhishek to Delhi.In a way,Abhishek here is being depicted as a messiah about to go somewhere.

Sita haran in Ramayana-can be compared to the way Sonam is tricked by an illusion(just like Ravana's fake impression before Sita when he comes as sanyasi),in a way she is also running under a false impression.Later we find how a monkey(Hanuman) becomes her saviour.Again this is a similarity on both occasions.

The references to monkey have been on different grounds,kala bandar as a positive thing(as above),kala bandar as a negative one(on several instances ,and also as the great Hanuman.

Coming to Hanuman,one thing I felt is though the religious text of Hindus,does it gurantee in any way that Hanuman(or any vanar) was a Hindu(dont decide anything by the name,if we know these names to be hindu names,its because we accepted them to be those).Reason of feeling this way was the episode where people are fighting over the religion of 'kala bandar',which raises some serious questions...

Talking about Ramayana offering solutions to many modern day problems,we have jalebi incident,followed by Shabri act being depicted.It is also shown that a small child asks the question"agar shabri achoot hai...",something which even a small child can observe,but we fail to understand.Also the reasoning "wo to bhagvaan hai,unko maaf hai" that Gobar offers indicates another important aspect."When you associate something with god or religion,people can allow rationality to take the backseat"(Very imp. for us to realise,this is what has led to biggest of probs,a person cannot distinguish bw right and wrong when it pertains to his religion,but I believe that in todays world,one must believe that no God is bigger than logic,rationality and truth).

Another instance is where,people talk about killing Kala bandar,which is followed by act of Ravan trying to kill Hanuman,which actually led to Lanka dahan and total anarchy.this is similar to what was to follow in the movie.

Then we have the war scene,Devta and raakshas war,with shouts of "har har mahadev around",it is followed by the riot scene where we find the violent Hindus shouting "har har mahadev".But are they fighting the demons,no because they fail to recognise them.

If Dev D was a wonderful take on modern Devdas,this also is an exceptional take on modern ramayana,which doesnt go the parody way,it goes the mature sensible path.Remember the movie has often talked about the genral goodness of humanity,as Abhishek says "yahaan log achhe hai"..this is what we have to realise,if today one needs to fight the Ravans,you just CANNOT fight others,because everybody is good at heart,you have to fight the RAVANA or the KALA BANDAR inside you,eliminate the reasons why the rams of today(which includes every person...because har kisi mein usi ka noor hai!!) sometimes behave as the Ravans....

Now if that isnt a masterpiece,what is then??...Hats off to Mehra Sir,and congos to Prasoon Joshi,his venture as a writer of the movie,even if not a box office success,is a brilliant piece of cinema.The metaphorical value of this movie,once realised by the masses,will make it a very very memorable one.I salute this piece of cinema,I could feel it,get involved,and maybe make it a part of my life..let us all pledge to kill the Kala bandar inside us,and fight the actual Ravan!!

Experience Spring Fest (part 2)

2009-02-13T18:04:00.000-08:00

As expected the next day mostly went into practice.Of course there were certain distractions,and other formalities,but practice for the play remained at the centre stage.The major attraction for me was the much awaited Hasya Kavi Sammelan during the evening.Unfortunately the general excitement for it,was nothing in comparison to the one they people had for "kal ka chhokra" KK.There is a reason why Hindi is regarded as being neglected in present scenario.Anyway we were yet to have a run through of our play,and we were quickly approaching the evening.I was begining to get anxious.Finally when the Kavi Sammelan was just few minutes away,we managed our 1st run through.It indeed was a very good performance,and as soon as we were done with that I rushed for the Sammelan.The situations played a sort of joke on me,and the next few hours were pretty much eventful for me.Unexpectedly the response for the Sammelan was amazing,but I somehow amanged to get inside the audi.I was surprised to discover that we were treated to a classical and westerm music fusion program,with the name of hasya kavi sammelan.The program was amazing and I thorughly enjoyed it.I had no complains from this event,just when it was announed that Hasya kavi Sammelan will now be starting..at a different venue.This meant that I would miss out almost completely on the drama practice,I had to take a decision,and there were no second thoughts.Interests can be curbed,maybe even passions can,but then there are few things which are even over this,this was too special for me.We had the 1st slot for the play the very next morning and I had hardly practiced my part,but I knew I could not miss this opportunity,something inside me was telling me to go for it.My gut feeling was proved right,the next couple of hours turned out to be among the most special moments in my life.Among the poets was the young poetic sensation Dr. Kumar Vishwas,someone who has been a hugely inspiring figure for me lately.It was great listening to all the poets,it certainly was the most special event for me.One of the poets very much impressed me by his views,and the passion with which he put forward his ideas.Yet it was watching Kumar Vishwas live on stage that made it a god level experience,I knew I wont regret missing out on my practice,I knew I would always be proud I came for Spring Fest,my trip was already a success.Those were purely magical moments for me,moments of sheer ecstacy,no doubt it was once in a lifetime experience,an experience which will stay very very close to my hear always.I did get some scolding as I returned after "7" long hours,but I decided not to argue over it.Already a couple of other issues had been raised earlier which pointed towards my temperamental aspect.In my heart I knew,there are right and wrong things,but then there are certain things,which are just necessary.It was the conclusion of another very eventful day.The next day,we had our rangmanch as well as the nukkad.I was pretty confident about performing well in the play...I went to sleep a satisfied and a confident man.

Third day at SF was when we performed our both group acts.Everyone played their parts in the play beautifully,what i loved the most was the ease with which we conducted it,there was hardly any pressure on anyone.Everyone was more than satisfied at the end of it,I personally believe we presented on stage,a dramatic act of really superior quality,and like many others,I was pretty confident that this would be a prize winning act.I would like to make a special mention here,as a note of thanks,to one of my friends from Kgp,who came to watch the play.The gesture meant a lot to me,as she was the only one to turn up,when I had invited about 5-6 friends of mine,anyway no regrets,I wastotally immersed in a feeling of satisfaction then.The nukkad was to begin shortly,and I didnt even have my lines,as the narrator.We practiced for some time,and we really enjoyed it.I feel it maybe the funniest nukkad for almost everyone who got to witness it.Again the systematic nukkads that most teams performed did make us a little nervous,but once again our team came out trumps.The nukkad also turned out to be a big hit,it got more claps,more smiles,more laughs,than any other nukkad(I didnt see all of them,but am pretty sure about this).Unfortunately no video of nukkad was made,but those images shall remain in my memory,those again were proud moments for us.It was like a mission accomplished.Dramsocs was a happy unit,Vivek Bhaiya and Kuldip Bhaiya(2 of the most important people behind this) must have been highly relieved men after this.As for the expectations,we had hopes from both the acts,and really high hopes.I personally,knew the fact that our nukkad wasnt technically very correct,not withstanding the fact that it was easily the most entertaining one,so I was a little sceptical about it.

The relieved souls just roamed about,most of the time doing the most important thing of the SF,trust me you get to see plenty of pretty faces.Everyone was involved in certain formalities like packing for some time,some tired ones took rest,I was still miles away from inaction,and kept myself busy in some or the other act(like getting the accomodation refund,which again happens to be a lengthy process).The evening had a couple of rude shocks for us,as we didnt win in either play or the nukkad.Different people took it differently,but one and all in our team were affected.For me,it was a great learning experience,prize or no prize,I was still a satisfied man,and in my heart,I knew that we were just unlucky not to be considered among the top 3 in the play.It was getting a little emotional for me,also because we were nearing the end of the fest.Also I was indirectly scolded by one of my seniors for a stupidity of mine during the play,I just hope I learn from the mistakes that I made,which will make the trip even more sucessful.I spent most of the time during the closing hours with one of my school friends,and a kgpian now,and it was great talking to him.We chatted on a variety of topics,and I wished that it could continue for a lot more time.The senti minutes ticked by,got converted into hours and soon it was bye bye time.

The expressions on some of our faces when we returned to Ranchi station summed up the nostalgia and the level of involvement that we had displayed.Most of us were exhausted due to the sustained energetic attitude that became synonymous to our presence,there for those days.I personally,was already missing the days,like many others.What a lovely trip it has been...Yo KGP,yo SF..and above all..Yo Dramatics society..."kachmachaa" diya hum logo ne!! :)

Experience Spring Fest-09 (Part1)

2009-02-07T22:11:00.000-08:00

sair kar duniya ki gaafil,zindagani fir kahaan...zindagani gar rahi to naujawaani fir kahaan...

I was away from blogging for some time,as I had a good 10 busy days lately(which was upto 26 jan,but stayed idle for some more time).I was a member of the team from Dramatics Society of my college(team of around 20 people),which reprsented the college at Spring Fest,IIT Kgp.This meant that I had to miss classes,a gd session in my college,and I was supposed to miss out on a computer course as well,I decided to make all the sacrifices,because "passion first" has been my motto,and am glad I took this decision.

SF-09 was soemthing which I was always expecting to be a special experience,becuase I had a godly experience at Kshitij(tech fest of IIT Kgp) last year.The expectations were sky high,on proffesional terms,our team had to perform a play and a nukkad at SF.The plannings were being done for a good amount of time,but making this whole thing work out was a challenge in itself.The prospect of watching KK perform got many people even more interested,which eased out the things a bit.I wrote a 30 minute play's scipt,which I would frankly admit,has been one of the most challenging and satisfyibng things that I have done.Nukkad's script was finalised during the last moments,the various elements of decision making process again intensified the challenge.At one stage,the play was even scrapped,but finally we went to Kgp,as a happy bunch of people,well prepared for both Nukkad and Rang Manch(play),at least mentally,and I for sure,knew that Kgp will again provide me with a lifetime experience.

Things didnt start out well for us,as we had to wait for over 4 hours,sitting in the open,with all our luggage,due to certian "technical' problems.After a good amount of sustained effort from certain tired souls,our team finally got registered.We were begining to come into the 'nautanki' mode then itself,as we kept ourselves,and others who had gathered,entertained with out antiques.In fact the fun and frolic had began during the train journey,and the drama society,in its first such visit,was coming into its own,and quite confidently so.Summing up the situation so far...we had reached kgp at around 4.30 in d morning with an average sleep of say 3-4 hours(and that after significant efforts by varios TTs and security persons).We were 'accomodated'(the word really suits here) in a hall,it probably was 4 times the size of our hostel room(for 1 person) and 70 of us took guard,along with the bag and baggage.I deesperately wanted to have some rest,but then few of us decided to enjoy ourselves in an event called break free.
5-6 of us somehow pushed ourselves for it,after completing the couple of daily activities.It was an event where we were supposed to do anything in 60 seconds,was a great concept,but I had never been a person confident of facing such events.Most of my friends decided for comedy during the 1 minute,while I was suggested on trying something poetic.When we reached the venue,the event had started,I had not thought of anything,and my turn was a few minutes away,now I was begining to get the true feel of the Fest.I somehow managed to jot down a few lines on "main ek minute mein kahee gayi baat hoon",but soon things turned ugly for me.IIT Kgp students just cared for 3 things in the e,vent,GIRLS(didnt matter much how they looked),Kgpian performers and comic performers..I didnt fall in any such category,and judging by the proceedings I was sure to receive the kind of response I had never seen in my life.I almost dropped the idea of participating,but when the moment came,I gathered the strength,and recited my lines confidently,though I did face my share of hooting..though not to the extent I had expected.6 of our grp members took part in the event,and it was fun for most of us,though it was a pretty anxious for me.Finally we decided to have the best thing we could at that time,it was time for lunch,breakfast,snacks or whatever category one could think of.Jut as we were about to be seated in the cheapest dhaba of kgp(I love it,even though food isnt good),we came to know that 5 of us had qualified for 2nd round of break free which was about to begin,now I was totally getting into the fest mode.Even the so called basic necessities of life took a backstage during those moments,and thus we made our way back to the auditorium.Now for some stats,14 out of around 60 registered people qualified for second round,and 5 of the 6 in our group did.We were high on confidence,I surely was,it was like passing a test which was making me go real nervous.High on confidence,but low on ideas,thats what I was,60 secs had changed to 90 secs now,I had no clue what I would do now."main dedh minurte mein kahee gayi baat hoon" didnt seem like a good idea,and would have been a 'touch' repetitive too.But as things turned out,the 2nd round of break free turned out to be a truly amazing experience for us.Ideas came out of somewhere,most of us performed standups,and BIT was at its vintage best.No Kgpian came even close to our performances,it was a proud moment,where one and all present in the audi,must have realised the class that this drama team displayed.We easily bagged the 1st 3 positions(and I think would even have secured 4th and 5th if they would have been given).I got the 3rd prize,and the 1st thought was about the moment when I was trying to pull out due to fear of humiliation.My second act was a standup cum mimicry act,where I indirectly conveyed my view that SF for Kgpians only means looking around for girls(and quite desperately I must say).Needless to say it was party time after that,we finally managed to feed ourselves at 3.30 pm.I was in tears when I gave the news about the event at my home,the next couple of hours were really cheerful for all of us.It was followed by KK's show,which was the major attraction for most people.It started out in the most boring fashion for me,as I have never been a fan of KK,but slowly I got into masti mode with my friends,and in the end I managed to have a good time even though the songs were pretty much uninteresting for me.It was a mixed day for us,there were moments of frustation as well as moments of ecstacy.I had my first meal at tikka,which also made me nostalgic.We didnt practice even for a minute the whole day,which meant that the next day was supposed to be a busy one....(contd)

GUNDA..simply the most amazing movie ever made

2009-01-07T20:28:00.000-08:00

There are bad movies,there are good movies,then there are excellent movies...and finally...there is Gunda,a class of its own,immortal,incomparable.A very famous saying goes,"there are two kind of people in this world,one who have seen gunda..the other,who havent".

Well I think am getting to the topic too early.Lets beat around the bush for a moment."Gunda" is one of the most popular movies of Bollywood,in the league of Sholay or Mughal-e-Azam.Rated 8.2 at IMDB with almost 1500 votes,it has a genuine chance of making into IMDB Top 250 movies(only 3-4 bollywood movies have done that,and presently none of them are in the list).Gunda is ofeten regarded as the Worst movie ever made,its critics even argue that this is the main reason behind its popularity,but maybe,Kanti Shah was too intelligent for ths world.Fans of the movie argue it to be the most innovatively directed movie,which is even better than Shawshank and Godfather.So enough of giving the facts and beating around the bush,lets get down to the point now.

Bashir Babar,a name which can put Mirza Ghalib to shame by the incredible use of poetry in this movie.Not even a Heer Ranjha has dialogues which have such poetic value.The entry dialogues of villains are worth more than all Shakespeare novels put together.A Hindi poet once said:" viyogi hoga pehla kavi".I really cant comment on the starting of poetry,but I guess dialogues like the ones in movie,are truly symbolic of the end of the poetry.....not because they are bad,but because they are so amazing that any poet would attain 'salvation' after such compositions.

Coming to the Direction aspect,as I already mentioned this is as innovative as it gets.Whoever said that "truth is stranger than fiction" must not have seen this epic fictional work.Not only is every semblance of logic done away with,'Physics' is raped in a manner worse than the females in the movie are.About Physics,the acceleration of gravity varies with time and location and probably with altitude as well,momentum is never conserved during exchange of punches,but the standout factor is teh way of theory of relativity is defied.Most of the characters travel at speeds well above the speed of light it seems,this is especially visible in the climax where Bulla and Shankar fight and they change locations with every punch,deserts to seashore to everything under the sun.At times not even Biology is spared.One can only wonder how the most ineefective rape attempt by the legendary Shakti Kapoor led to the death of the girl.The scene where hundred taxis get parked and their doors open without the presence of a human soul inside them or the scene where thousand autos(again changing colour every second) come and about ten people come out of them,have some sort of philosophical(maybe even spiritual) importance behind them. A special mention must be made of another scene where Mithun's sis meets a boy,falls in love with him after asking his name,and in the next scene Mithun and his gf are singing "kholi mere dil ki khaali hai,tu aake isme bas jaana"...maybe some sort of Kismat Konnection here!!..the music,the lyrics,and above all,the choreography are all amazing like any other aspect of the movie.The performances are awesome,the villains probably steal the limelight due to the all time best dialogues written for them.Mithun aka Prabhuji plays a modified version of Superman in the movie,who also is a coolie on airport.What a movie!!!

Concluding I will like to share my favourite scene,it is when the heroine tries to romance with Mithun and he says "jung chhid gayi hai,maine laashe giraana shuru kar diya hai"...and she replies "to kya jung waale pyaar nahi karte" and then they start singing around the trees...can it get better than this?... Certain peaks are not meant to be scaled,they are just to be admired...there shall never be another Gunda..introducing concepts of innovative vulgarity and tragic humour(death scenes),this movie is a landmark...Gunda...the movie of the century!!

जब वी मेट...

2008-12-30T05:36:00.000-08:00

"ये वाली खिड़की भी बंद कर दूँ?"

"एज़ यू विश"

"कहाँ जा रहे हो आप लोग?"

"बोकारो...और तुम?? "

"राँची...नही मुगलसराय,बनारस के पास है..राँची के हम रहने वाले है"

रात के करीबन दस बज रहे थे.ट्रेन छूटे कोई एक घंटा हुआ होगा.आमने सामने खिड़की वाली सीट पर बैठे दो लोगो के बीच ये पहली बातचीत थी...एक शुरुवात थी...

"प्रथम,मेरा नाम...इंजीनियरिंग का पहला साल खत्म हुआ है...और आप??"

"नंदिनी,मैं तो क्लास टेन में हू,वैसे मुझे....जाने दो तुमको अजीब लगेगा"

"नही.. बोलिये ना"

"पहले तो ये आप बोलना बंद करो,अजीब नही लग रहा तुमको?"

"क्यों,आप छोटे हो इसलिये.हमको तो आदत है,आपको अजीब लग रहा होगा...और मेरा हम-हम करके बात करना भी"

"सच कहूँ तो मुझे खुद ऐसे ही बात करने की आदत थी.हम लोग पाँच साल पहले ही दिल्ली आये.बचपन बिहार में बीता,और आज भी बिहारी लोग,और बिहारी बोली,दोनो ज़्यादा अच्छे लगते है"

"चलिये अच्छा है...भई हम तो पक्के बिहारी है,बनने को तो झारखंड बन गया पर दिल तो बिहार का है.हमको भी दिल्ली,कलकत्ता जैसे शहर बिल्कुल पसंद नही.इतना भागता दौड़ता जीवन मेरे टाईप का नही"

फ़िर इसी तरह दोनो के 'टाईप' पे कुछ देर बातें हुयी.नंदिनि के अलावा उसके साथ उसकी मा थी,जो बाकियो कि तरह् नींद में लीन थी....और प्रथम...

नंदिनी- "तुम लोग दिल्ली घूमने आये थे?"

प्रथम- "लोग?..हम अकेले आये है"

"नही तुम उस आंटी से जैसे बात कर रहे थे मुझे लगा तुम लोग साथ हो.परिचय कब हुआ तुम्हारा?"

"उनसे..कभी नही,बस बात करने लगे.ट्रेन मे तो ऐसे ही है हम,सबसे बतियाते चलते है"

दोनो बतियाते चले,प्रथम को सुबह उतरना था,इसलिये वो रात भर जगने वाला था.बोकारो बहुत बाद में था,मगर नंदिनी ने उसे कह दिया कि वो रात भर उसे जगाये रखेगी..और बतियाते चलेगी...

नंदिनी:"साईंस और साईंस वालो से मुझे बहुत डर लगता है,बहुत पढ़ाकू होते है वो लोग"

प्रथमः "हमारी तो पढ़ाई छूट ही गयी.तुम्हरी उम्र में शायद सचमुच पढ़ाकू थे.पर अब सारी लाईफ़ की फ़िलौसोफ़ी बदल गयी है.लगता है जैसे पैसे का कोई मोल नही...संतुष्टि तो एक एहसास है..अमीर गरीब कोई भी दिल में पैदा कर सकता है...(बाहर झाकते हुये)कौन सा स्टेशन आया?"

"बोलने की बात है ये बस.स्टेशन पे सोये इन लोगो को देखो.दो टाईम का खाना मुश्किल से मिलता है इन्हे.सर पे छत नही है,तुमको लगता है ये लोग खुश हो सकते है."

"ऊपर अंबर,नीचे ज़मीं है,इतना बड़ा घर कोई नही है...मुझे तो ये लगता है इनके बारे में.तुम इसे बेकार का फ़लसफ़ा कहके झुठला सकती हो पर हम तो यही मानते है,खुशी बस खुश रहने से मिलती है,और कुछ नही चाहिये "

"मैं तुम्हारे जैसे इंसान से ज़िंदगी में पहले कभी नही मिली,पागल हो तुम.तुम्हारे बात,तुम्हारी सोच,यहा तक की दिल्ली आने कि तुम्हारी वजह.खुशी और उगर्वाद पर ये फ़ंडे...जो भी हो, अच्छा बहुत लग रहा है तुमसे बात करके."

(प्रथम...मुस्कुराते हुये)

"शुक्रिया..वजह का तो ठीक है,खुशी का फ़ंडा भी..उगर्वाद वाली बात में क्या अजीब लगा?"

"अच्छा,कोई हमे आके गोलियाँ मारता है,तबाही मचाता है...पूरे देश में गुस्सा है,कहीं डर है...और तुम कहते हो कि हुमे उनको समझने की कोशिश करनी चाहिये जिन्होने ऐसा किया"

"मेरा तो यही मानना है.खालिद हुसैनी को पढ़ोगी तो मालूम होगा अफ़गान का इतिहास,जिसके कारण आज मार-काट वहाँ का कल्चर बन गया है..और पाकिस्तान..वो हमको क्या मारेगा,हमसे लढ़ने में और हथियार बनाने मे तो वो देश खुद बर्बाद हो गया.हम सालो पुराना इतिहास नही बदल सकते,उससे पैदा हुये हालात...सिचुएशन, नही बदल सकते,इसलिये आसान रास्ता निकालते है.इस्लाम को आतंकवाद से जोड़ दो और दुनिया को जंग का मैदान बना दो.तुमको मेरी ये सोच अजीब लगती है और मुझे........"

रात के दो बज रहे थे..कुछ घंटो में एक दूसरे को वो दोनो बहुत समझ गये,वो भी एक दूसरे से बहुत अलग होकर...सबसे साधारण से लेकर सबसे खास बातों पर बातें हुई...

"याद रखोगी न हमको...बाद में"

"मेल-आईडी दी है ना,याद दिला देना"

"पता नही पर मेरी गट फ़ीलींग कहती है की वी विल लूज़ कौन्टैक्ट..वजह तो कुछ भी हो सकती है..ज़िंदगी ऐसी ही है...वैसे मैं तुमको नही भूलूँगा,पक्का"

"अच्छा अगर मैं भूल गयी तो क्या करोगे..मत बोलना और्कुट में सर्च करोगे,मैं उसे जौईन नही करूँगी"

"मेरा जवाब वही होता ...अच्छा उसके अलावा...कुछ नही..और क्या कर सकते है...याद कर लेंगे बस"

"बस?"

"अच्छा चलो तुमपे ब्लौग लिख देंगे,एक पोस्ट तुम्हारे नाम....वैसे उम्मीद करेंगे ऐसा पोस्ट ना लिखना पड़े कभी"

और दोनो मुस्कुराने लगे...गाड़ी चलती गयी....रात चढ़ती गयी......

है और भी दुनिया में सुखनवर बहुत अच्छे,कहते है की गालिब का है अंदाज़-ए-बयाँ और...

2008-12-27T10:55:00.000-08:00

मिर्ज़ा गालिब..एक नाम नही एक मुकाम है..आज(27 दिसंबर) उनकी 212वीं जयंती है...मैं गालिब जी को याद करते हुये,उनके दस शेर जो मुझे बहुत पसंद है वो पाठकों से बाँटता हू...इनके हज़ारों शेरों में से ये दस शेर चुन लेना,ईमानदारी से कहू तो एक 'फ़ौर्मलिटी' ही है..बस मियाँ असद को आज के दिन याद करना था,और वो पाठक जो भूल गये हो,उनको याद दिलाना था तो सोचा कुछ शेरों से रू-ब-रू हो ले...गालिब हमारे बीच है और हमेशा रहेंगे...आमीन

इश्क ने 'गालिब' निकम्मा कर दिया।

वरना हम भी आदमी थे काम के।।

उभरा हुआ नकाब में है उनके एक तार।

डरता हू मैं कि ये न किसी की निगाह हो।।

आह को चाहिये एक उम्र असर होने तक।

कौन जीता है तेरी ज़ुल्फ़ के सर होने तक।।

हर कदम दूरी-ए-मंज़िल है नुमायां मुझसे।

मेरी रफ़्तार से भागे है बयाबां मुझसे।।

नक्शे-फ़रियादी है किसकी शोखि-ए-तहरीर का।

कागज़ी है पैरहन हर पैकरे-तस्वीर का।।

'गालिब' बुरा ना मान जो वाईज़ बुरा कहे।

ऐसा भी कोई है सब अच्छा कहे जिसे।।

उनके देखे से आ जाती है मुँह पर रौनक।

वो समझते है बीमार का हाल अच्छा है।।

हम है मुश्ताक और वो बेज़ार।

या इलाही, ये माजरा क्या है।।

जब की तुझ बिन नही कोई मौजूद।

फ़िर ये हंगामा-ऎ-खुदा क्या है।।

ज़िक्र उस परीवश का और फ़िर बयाँ अपना।

बन गया रकीब आखिर,जो था राज़दाँ अपना।।

सोचो कभी ऐसा हो तो क्या हो!!

2008-12-26T23:28:00.000-08:00

एक रोज़ एक शायर महाशय गुज़र गये,जैसे बाकी सब मरते है कुछ कुछ वैसे ही..हमेशा तन्हाई में रहने वाले देवदासनुमा आदमी थे,अपनी शायरी की दौलत किसी के साथ बाँटी नही थी। दौलत तो पीछे छूट गयी,जैसे बाकी छूट जाती है कुछ वैसे ही...

उनके सपूत का नाम भोला था,नाम का भोला और काम का भी भोला।और एक खास बात, जनाब को शायरी की कोई समझ नही थी। पर पिताजी की "दौलत" जब इनके हाथा लगी तो उसे लोगो के बीच सुना सुनाके बहुत तारीफ़ बटोरी इन्होने।

जल्दी ही सबको पता था की भोला शायर है,और खास अवसरो पे उसे शेर सुनाने ज़रूर बुलाया जाता था.और वो जो सही समझता,उस कविता य गज़ल को लेके चल जाता...और कर देता अर्ज़।
एक बार शादी के मौके परः

ताउम्र याद रहेंगे फ़ेरे सात वो,
कुछ ऐसा कर गये मेरे साथ वो,
इसी तरह की रात थी,
जब एक घर पहुँची अपनी बारात थी,
रस्म-रिवाज हमने निभायी थी,
और मुसीबत गले से लगायी थी,
शादी के बाद का नज़ारा क्या कहना,
वो 'दर्द' दोबारा क्या कहना,
शादी ब्याह एक नौकरी है
तन्ख्वाह में बीवी मिलती है
और बोनस में बच्चे मिलते है,
झूठे सपने हासिल होते है
और प्रौब्लम सच्चे मिलते है,
तन्ख्वाह का यारों क्या कहना
ज़िंदगी में सिर्फ़ एक बार मिलती है,
और पार्ट टाईम अगर करना चाहो
तो गालियाँ बेकार मिलती है!!

उसके बाद तो भोले की जो हालत हुई,उसने तौबा कर लिया किसी जश्न में जाने से। अब ऐसे आदमी की एक ही मंज़िल हो सकती थी। तो भोला को एक मरनी मे शोक भरी कविता सुनाने का अवसर मिला...उसकी कविता,जैसे बाकी सब उसकी थी ना, कुछ कुछ वैसी ही,चलिये सुनते हैः

मरने वाले की कद्र कहाँ
तेरी कब्र पे यहा सब थूकेंगे,
तेरी प्रौपर्टी पर नज़र है सबकी
मुँह मारने से कहा ये चूकेंगे,
अपने पीछे तू छोड़ गया
दौलत के इन भूखों को,
आँखो में झूठी बरसातों को
खेतों में सच्चे सूखों को,
मरने वाले लानत तुझपर!!
लानत तेरी जात पर,
मर-कट रहे है इंसाँ देखो
बेमतलब की बात पर...

मरने वालो और उसके रिश्तेदारो की इतनी तारीफ़ करने के बदले में भोला को 'अच्छा खासा' इनाम मिला। ऐसी मेहमाननवाज़ी के बाद उसने फ़ैसला किया की किसी के मरनी पे नही । ज़ाहिर सी बात है उसे एक ही जगह पहुँचना था,पड़ोस में एक बच्चे के जन्म पे अपने पिता का एक शेर चुराके पहुचा..आईये हम भी सुनेः

माना बच्चे भगवान की सूरत है,
पर क्या हमको इनकी ज़रूरत है,
पहले ही आबादी क्या कम है
जो और मुसीबत हम पाले,
बेहतर ये है की अब इसका
कोई प्राक्रतिक हल निकाले,
ये भीड़ जमाना बंद करो,
छोटे परिवार को पसंद करो,
धरती देती है आवाज़ तुम्हे,
बदलना होगा ये अंदाज़ तुम्हे,
खाने वाले गर ऐसे बढ़ते रहे
फ़िर एक रोज़ नही मिलेगा अनाज तुम्हे....

बस इतना कहना था की मौजूद लोगो का प्यार उसपे उमड़ आया...उसने फ़िर कभी कोई कविता नही सुनायी...इतना बुरा हाल हुआ उसका,जैसे बाकी चुराये शेर सुनाने वालों का होता है ना, कुछ वैसा ही :)

थोड़ा सा व्यंगात्मक हो जाये...

2008-12-26T00:09:00.000-08:00

पहुँचे थे एक कविता प्रतियोगिता में,

पहला नंबर अपना ही था,

पहली लाईन सुनायी...

'ज़िंदगी एक कविता है'

पहली सीट पे बैठे एक सज्जन बोले

तुमको कैसे पता है?

शायराना उत्तर दिया

जीवन दोनो के बिन सूना है,

उधर से आवाज़ आयी

आदमी है या नमूना है,

गिड़गिड़ाये हम,

एक लाईन तो

आराम से बोलने दो भाई,

तो जवाब था-हम नेता है

जनता को परेशान कर

होती है अपनी कमाई...

ज़िंदगी कविता हो ना हो

पर अपनी ज़िंदगी

एक गमसीन शायर की

गज़ल हो चुकी थी,

उस नेताजी की तमाम

कोशिशे सफ़ल हो चुकी थी,

काव्य-पाठ के अरमान सो गये

और भागने के अरमान जाग गये,

मौके की नज़ाकत को समझ

हम सिर पे पाव रख भाग गये....

अगले दिन खबर मिली

हम प्रतियोगिता जीत गये

सोचा हमने,

अपनी एक ही पंक्ति का

ये कमाल होगा,

ये खबर सुन,

उस नेता का क्या हाल होगा...

तब एक मित्र ने एहसास दिलाया हमे

की हम नेताजी के कर्ज़दार हो चुके थे,

पहल नंबर तो अपना था

और बाकी...

नेताजी के डर से फ़रार हो चुके थे!!!

ये हास्य-व्यंग में मेरी पहली कोशिश थी,जो तीन-साढ़े तीन साल पहले लिखी गयी थी..डायरी के पन्ने पलटते हुये इसपे नज़र गयी तो सोचा इसे ब्लौग पे डाल जाये...आप सबके सुझाव क इंतज़ार करूँगा,हस्य-व्यंग में काफ़ी समय से कोई कोशिश नही की है..उम्मीद है अब प्रेरणा मिलेगी

हम ही नाहक दीवाने हुए !!!

2008-12-23T11:07:00.000-08:00

आज तलक जो यही किस्से सुनकर सयाने हुए,
अंदाज़-ए-बयाँ बदला तो कहते है हम दीवाने हुए

मेरी कहानियाँ हकीकत हुआ करती थी तुम्हारी,
आज मेरे असलियत के वाक्ये सब फ़साने हुए

हमारी ही नादानी से हुआ है आलम ये विशैला,
ज़मीं डगमगायी तो चांद पर जाने के बहाने हुए

हम दोनो पर ही तो गोली चलाने आया था वो नादान,
हमने सही दुश्मन पहचाना, तुम एक कौम से बेगाने हुए

चाहे कहीं की भी पाक मिट्टी हो , जड़ तो यहीं पर है,
हिंदुस्तान में बहकाये गये तो अफ़गान में ठिकाने हुए

इतना समझा के जब हम बोले की जंग नही करना,
ऐसे वतन का वास्ता दिया,जैसे हम बैठे है दीवाने हुए

Dedicated to the philosophy of unity of various beliefs and religions...and its increased importance during times of terror...during the difficult times...the philosophy of peace and prosperity...for all... aameen :)

बेखुदी मे ये कलम आप मेरी ज़ुबान होती है...

2008-12-22T11:21:00.000-08:00

ज़िंदगी खुद एक रोज़ अपनी मौत का सामान होती है,
तभी ज़िंदगी इतनी मुश्किल,मौत इतनी आसान होती है

अपनी बुराईयों को खुद पे कभी हावी ना होने देना,
अलग इंसानो की भी परछाईयाँ एक समान होती है

सिर्फ़ तेरे आ जाने से बज़्म में रौनक नही है छायी,
देख तेरे चले जाने से कहाँ ये महफ़िल वीरान होती है

यकीनन झूठी करते है या झूठ कहते है वो लोग,
जो कहते है जहाँ में रस्मे मोहब्बत आसान होती है

या तो जला देती है या फ़िर ठुकरा ही देती है,
शमा कहाँ कभी किसी परवाने पे मेहरबान होती है

इसकी फ़ितरत पे ना हँसी आये है ना रोया ही है जाये,
वो ज़िंदगी जो ज़िंदादिली की हद से परेशान होती है

वो मुझसे पूछते है जब भी राज़ मेरी शायरी का,
क्या बताऊँ,बेखुदी मे ये कलम आप मेरी ज़ुबान होती है

an amateurish attempt at ghazal writing...yet,this has been a more satisfying attempt for me...feels like am getting back into my zone :)

नाम गुम जाएगा,चेहरा ना बदल पायेगा !!!

2008-12-19T09:23:00.000-08:00

"एक तेरा नाम ही मुकम्मल है,इससे बेहतर नज़्म क्या होगी"

गुलज़ार जी की ये पंक्ति ज़बा पे ज़रा चढ़ गई थी,

और अपनी पोएटिक सुई उस रोज़ जैसे इसी शेर पे अढ़ गई थी,

और चढ़ गई चढ़ गई नशीली सी गलतफ़हमी जिसे उसी रात उतरना था,

और एक मुकम्मल हकीकत को एक झूठ के हाथों मरना था...

ऐसा नही की तेरा नाम लेके जी रहा था मैं

पर कभी तेरे नाम पे दिल तो धड़का था,

तेरी पहचान,मेरा अस्तित्व अलग अलग सही

इनको जोड़ने का कभी सपना तो देखा था,

किसी रोज़ नींद से उठकर सबसे पहले

यही नाम लिया होगा मैने,

कभी हँसी पे छलक आया होगा ये नाम

तो कभी आँसुओं में इसको पिया होगा मैने,

जिस नाम को ऐसा मान दिया,सम्मान दिया

मेरी उम्मीद उसके हाथो आज अपनी आबरू लुटाये बैठी है,

मेरी चाहत खुद से ही शर्मिंदा होकर

अंधेरे की जोत जलाये बैठी है

ज़माने भर से मुँह छिपाये बैठी है...

कैसे दिलाऊँ यकीं खुद को

कि नाम ही तेरा झूठा था,

मेरी दुनिया तुम्हारी थी

जो चाहत थी वो ले जाती

पर ये दर्द कैसे सहा जाये

एक झूठे पहचान से मुझको लूटा था...

मेरी हर कविता मुझसे बेहतर याद थी तुमको

जैसे मुझसे जुड़ी हर बात तुम्हारी चेतना का हिस्सा हो,

चाहे वो मेरी एक अधूरी कविता थी

या अपूर्ण सा कोई किस्सा हो,

और उस कविता का क्या जो तुमने

किसी खास के लिये लिखा था,

आज नज़र सवाल कर रही है

वो इस प्यासे सजल के लिये थी

या किसी प्यास के लिये लिखा था...

पर मैं तुमसे नफ़रत नही कर सकता

क्योंकि शायद कभी सच्ची मोहब्बत की ही नही,

मेरी तकदीर ने मेरी बेवफ़ाई को ही लौटाया है शायद

बस गुमनामी का एक नकाब पहना दिया है,

उसने कभी खन्ज़र घोंपा,कभी तलवार चलाया,

मैं बेबस..कभी शक्ल ना देखी,

तो कभी नाम ना जान पाया,

इस प्यार की नाकामी ही अपनी सबसे बड़ी सज़ा है,

और इस हार को एक नाम भी ना दे पाऊँ

शायद इसीलिये ऐसा हुआ है.....

और आज गुलज़ार जी के ये पंक्ति सार्थक लग रही है...

"प्यार को प्यार ही रहने दो कोई नाम नाम ना दो"....

after a long long wait,I finally have managed to come up with a Hindi post(almost)...the break has been considerably long,and I guess I didnt write as well as I would have wanted to...also I would like to mention that this is a pure work of fiction and so dont pester me with questions about why such a sad poem.. :P

awaiting your feedbacks...and hoping...there are plenty more to come!!

Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar

2008-12-13T06:48:00.000-08:00

Pehla Nasha,Pehla Khumaar..honestly this feeling in my life was gifted by certain other agents apart from the usual case of 'pretty faces'.Of course the highest common factor had its share,but thinking about childhood love,there are several others which come to my mind.So time for someconfessions,some of my earliest encounters with this sweet sensation,that world calls love....

CRICKET: I know I didnt start playing cricket,the first day of my life,yet its difficult to believe.Cricket has been my passion since time immemorial(for me).A mere thought of those cricketing days floods my heart with nostalgia.This love for the game had two aspects:playing it and other including watching and reading about it.As I mentioned,I find it difficult to believe that I didnt start playing the game the day I was born,on the other hand,I remember the roots of this 'watching aspect'.It started during 96 Wills World cup.Sachin's 127 against Kenya probably was the first century I witnessed.It was love at first sight and only a couple of years later,I was an expert on cricketing issues like half of the country's population.Michael Bevan remained my hero for the next 6 years that he played,and it was then that my weird habit of getting significantly attached to various people at the emotional level began.I cheered for Bevan every time he played well and when his career came to an abrupt end,I cried for almost a couple of hours.Indian defeats also often sent me into tears.'Cricket Samraat' became a must read for me,general knowledge for me meant remebering smallest of details about any cricket match that I saw or read about.Watching cricket matches was more important than most things, innumerable exams got messed up but cricket was the priority,after all it was my first love.The way it was all over my mind,I feel it literally qualifies to become my first crush.

Now to the playing aspect...however immodest it may sound,I will have to admit that i was gifted in some ways.My physique never allowed my shots to be dangerously powerful,still at an age when my age group was learning to have a proper grip on the bat I could play wristy shots.However much I hated Azhar,I loved the grace in his batting and tried to emulate it.Till the age of 10,I had no ambition part from becoming a cricketer.Strange though it may sound,there is almost no corner of my house where I havent played cricket.This is one among many things which make every nook and corner of my place so much special for me.Playing cricket,all by myself,for 4 to 5 hours at a stretch was a prt of my routine.Slowly sanity prevailed...mera pehla pyaar zinda raha,ab bhi hai...maybe it became more mature with time :)

RAJ COMICS: One thing which is common among childhood crushes is that you have incredible memory when it comes to matters pertaining them.I surprised myself a couple of years back while reading "Miss Killer" when I could recognise that this was the first comics I had read,again as a small kid.Reading comics started with Krook Bond and Bankelal actually which Papa used to bring for me,but I hardly have any recollection of those.Nagraj and Super Commando Dhruv were the ones who ensured that I fell in love again in my childhood.Soon Raj Comics were a part of my train journeys and my tender heart gave a special meaning to Raj comics in my life.I lost my entire set of comics once but such tragedies came and went,nothing could deter me.I remeber about certain journeys by the comics I bought during them.Super Commando Dhruva soon had an iconic status similar to that of Michale bevan.Well he wasnt a person,but as a child,I so much wished that he were.SCD comics maintained high standards for a long time and I followed the life of my hero very closely.My attempt to distance myself from comics began at an age of 13,but the bond was too strong.Present status: I have read almost all SCD comics released till date (Circus is one exception) and am still totally passionate about it.An year ago when I bought a comics from Ranchi station,after a significantly long break,I was in tears(yes actually),and since then whenever I buy a comics its a matter of sheer pleasure for me.Things have changed significantly,SCD comics arent as wonderful as they used to be,but I stand by it...after all its Mera pehla pehla Pyaar!!

RANI MUKHERJI: Ok so I did say that pretty faces had their share.I watched Ghulam as a 10 year old,and saw,what was the the most stunning thing of my life till then.Though I wasnt a complete novice when it comes to things one often feels for the oppositite gender,this was to be my first celebrity crush.It surprises me how I have been loyal to these childhood passions,those heroes that I had,and people I began to admire at a very tender age.Rani Mukherji has been my favourite or the past 10 years(and counting).She mostly acted in nonsense stuff earlier,but I didnt care much about that.For me she defined beauty,and was the most beautiful thing in the universe,the very thought of whose acted as a multiplying factor for my heart beat and adrenaline rate.Again the love never faded,but became more and more mature with time,and so did my favourite actress who went on to give some of the wonderful performances later.

HINDI: This was always coming,isnt it?Hindi,the language,is surely a part of very definition of my existence,something which makes me complete.The seeds for this life long association were sown a long time back and again without sounding immodest,will have to point that a latent talent was alwys there.In class 2,when we still used to practice improvement of handwriting in special booklets,and we were learning to build up proper sentences,I was writing stories,however stupid they maybe.Fantam and Fantama were my first heroes who were warriors that fought the devils."chattan fekna" was one of my favourite expressions.Udti khopdi and Khooni Khanjar were my earliest stories.I still swell with pride thinking about the fact that,as a 7 year old, I wrote a story about a knife taking revenge of a murder where it was used.During the "namaste" period of parties,my relatives used to ask me about my stories.Gradually my studies took over this mantle,people probably discarded the story writer as a childhood craze,but like most of my crazes of those days,this lived up to become my passion.For all those who know me,I dont need to mention that am still very much in love with Hindi,which again is among my earliest associations with love......

Thats it about Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar...it was great recollecting those best days of my life..and I do hope the readers are encouraged to do the same :)

The Phenomenon called Rahat Fateh Ali Khan!!

2008-11-15T10:59:00.000-08:00

Ye mera geet,jeevan sangeet,kal fir koi dohrayega....when Mukesh gave voice to these lines little would he have realised that the wish expressed here will largely remain unfulfilled.In the years and decades that have followed the Rafi-Mukesh-Kishore era,no male voice came close to recreating the magic of these legends.I am often accused of being prejudiced against new songs,though I always have tried to maintain a balanced viewpoint on the issue.In fact I do like many modern ones,but they have failed to create(with a few notable exceptions) the magic of the evergreen oldies.Singers are pretty good,lyricists range from below par to brilliant,Music directors from very bad(Xerox machine pritam) to good ones.Even with several godly lyrics by Gulzar sir and music by likes of SEL and Rahman,songs came and went without creating themagic that my music loving heart craved for.Something was amiss,that extra spark which could make me fall in love with the song.There are several songs which I can easily listen to ten times at a stretch(during last sem,there was a period of half a month when I listend to 'zeehale muskin" for whole morning...everyday!!),but just a handful such from the last decade or so.

I remember downloading the ringtone of Jiya Dhadak dhadak on my cell phone when I had just heard it on a couple of occasions.This summer when one of my friends asked me about my favourite singer among the present crop,I named Kumar Sanu and Rahat Fateh Ali Khan,which was a new name for him then.But now he is a big fan of his...and so am I.Slowly and steadily my admiration for this immensely talented,incredibly wonderful singer singer has increased."Bol na halke halke" took the liking to a certain fanatic level,while "Teri Ore" sung by my favourite contemporary combo intensified the feelings."Lagan laagi' was discovered a little late but again it was special. After listening to the song "mohabbat to ek javeda zindagi hai' for more than 30 times today,I realised what I had discovered.Now I feel that since Mukesh Mania happened 5 years back,no voice has had this kind of effect on me(this isnt comparable to the craze level I have for Mukesh songs,yet this is special).Hemlatas and Shreya ghoshals did sound very cute, but this is ultra special.Maybe this was the extra spark that I longed for.I may now start taking interest in newer music albums with a hope that it will have some "rahat" in the offering.This is one voice which can drive me to a level of appreciation where I can listen to it on and on and on .....I cant tolerate two similar songs from Atif but with Rahat,its special stuff.Mediocre lyrics may be forgiven and the similarity in songs would also not be looked upon by a critical insight,as this is Rahat Fateh Ali Khan at his vintage best.In fact I appreciated Himesh for giving "teri yaad saath hai",though his music clearly wasnt the sole reason. Finally I have something in the music of my generation that makes me crazy.I have heard a few of his earlier non filmy ones,and they are only a shadow of what he is producing today.So credit must go to the composers who have known how to exactly use him.I earnestly hope that bollywood keeps on getting the best out of Rahat...for the moment...I will just enjoy....."Mohabbat ki hai daasta zindagi,mohabbat na ho to kahaan zindagi..mohabbat to ek javeda zindagi hai"

Albert Pinto ko gussa kyon aata hai!!!

2008-11-12T04:58:00.000-08:00

He came,he saw,and he wasnt happy....this is something which aptly sums up what I have often felt for the college BIT Mesra.Now let me put this straight,I love my college and am really proud of it.Yet there have been quite a few things which have often left me disturbed.In fact my initial days were the most eventful and a pretty strange combination of the extremes;some wonderful experiences and some very forgettable ones.Anyway I will have to agree that lot of this has got to do with me as well.In fact I intend to do a little introspection here,and thus it will be the second consecutive post which is totally spontaneous,straight from the heart(and no rough work)

"You Can Win" mentions attitude as the most important thing for success,but then this is one aspect which can be ur biggest enemy if morphosised in an improper manner.I have realised for long now that I am one really short tempered guy,in fact being a huge self admirer that I am,I feel this is one of my rare bad qualities(but a very significant one).For the last couple of days(in fact within a few hours I have had a few bad experiences where most factors mentioned above were the villains,the temper and certain other things around me,which have always been a disturbing element for me.Yesterday evening, I had a simple quarrel with one of my 'friends',well in this case one of the guys around me which I really really dislike and still things seem so normal between us...hipocricy is such an integral part of the daily routine it seems.So due to the obvious reasons,I was completely unaffected by the turn of the events when things worsened.Using abuses for each other was never a novelty between us,but there things "slightly" went out of control.It started with my "temper" over powering my conscious,when I talked about "tumko to Mumbai mein ghuske maarenge"...there was even a possibilty of things taking an ugly turn when there was an odd remark of Raj Thakre(surprise!!!).Luckily it didnt get out of hand.We are pretty much on talking terms(hypocricy u know),in fact we did some cheating together in our practical exam today :) ...such is life,I didnt get much chance to think over the matter,so having regrets doesnt really come into the equation.Still there is something about me which makes me a frequent participant in such "not so desirable" situations.

The very next day(today) had worse in store.There was a general agreement among the majority about not submitting an assignment today,and I was unfortunate enough not to be aware of it.Being unaware is again something which comes very naturally to me,so no surprises here.So like any average student I took the assignment to the class and was completing the cover page for it.Lady luck played a prank on me and certain seemingly insignificant events subsequently became a source of headache for me.It was when our 'esteemed' teacher walked into the class(why the hell did he have the first period...why the hell did I go early like always).One glance at my assignment,a little curiosity and he had a good look over it,when he eplained that this wasnt what he expects from us.Ok need to clarify that we have 3 common questions(for each of us) and as is expected from good engineers only one had worked on it and rest were expected to copy it down.The fact that our "esteemed" one asked us to make changes had to bring about a sense of frustation as many people had given a couple of precious hours to it.But what surprised me was that some sensible ones thought that it was because of me that the question was changed.As is the usual case,some of the close ones did understand me but then the general opinion formed here is a different thing alltogether.Not that it matters much,but somehow being the 'over emotional' person that I am,such "meaningless" stuff affects me,at times pretty seriously.It was during this episode that another person managed to get onto my nerves.Once again he is someone who doesnt exactly fall in the 'loved ones" category of mine,well he is a friend though...thats life.It was a 'discussion" which lasted a few seconds,but got pretty heated up.Well a certain comment which was on the grounds of 'maar-peet' was slightly over my threshold limit and I had my second proper fight in few hours.

Then there was the incident with a person about whom I had commented yesterday "today is the first time I have seen him angry"and I got to witness the second time just a day later,and being at the receiving end wasnt a pleasing affair.Anyway he happens to be someone I have admired,and like being with(ok this is different),but this altercation was somewhat of a lesser degree and so it had a levelling effect.Anyway feeling nostalgic is something which comes very naturally to me,all this made me go down the memory lane,into the valleys of my first semester when I realised that how powerful the situations can get in a world where people around you are like waiting to get influenced by whatever they get to see,hear or hear that someone else has heard or seen!!The time I have spent here made me aware of a certain peculiar characteristic of mine...statistically speaking,over 80 percent of people I meet garner a wrong first impression of mine...some of my present close friends once had a very very negative impression of mine.Such things are a point to ponder about and often they make me realise something,probably even help me understand myself better.

The Million Doallar Question..Do I change myself?Isnt this getting angry at small things an activity which technically will qualify as a bad habit,and thus needs to be rectified.They say life is a strange teacher,it takes its test first and then gives the lesson.From whatever I have learned from this teacher,I believe there are certain shortcomings in me which actually make me complete,the whole temper thing being one of these.There have been infinite instances where I kept taking pangas,and certain hostilities never add delight to your life.But then it was this "negative" that made me go crazy when a teacher scolded my friend in the class for no genuine reason,to the extent that I argued with him over it.I know out of 120 students in the class,119 wont do such a thing,and it does feel awesome(really couldnt find a more appropriate word for this) in not being in these 119,but then you have to pay price for not being among the majority at times.Another thing is that I dont usually say things I dont mean,and yes even with all the default hypocricy that is a part and parcel of the daily routine.Once I was sent out by a teacher(of course it has happened many times,just dicusing a particular case) when I just went out without saying anything to him.Later several people commented that I should have said sorry.There were certain things which I tried to explain,but maybe it was too "different" for people to accept and in the end it was just regarded as a rude gesture on my part.For someone who was mocked for touching the feet of the worst teacher of the school on teachers day,being disrespectful never came naturally,well it never will,am pretty sure about that.Still you wont find many who will understand you when you are different,as I mentioned the crowd is just too keen on getting influenced by the popular opinion.There have been quite a few similar incidents where I have fought it out for something,and whenver its been for someone else,it has made me believe that the temper-a-mental aspect isnt such a negative after all.

I havent had the best of time during the last 24 hours,things may even get worse in near future,but at the end of the day its all about the choices you make,and the priorities that you decide upon.Self satisfaction is something which has mattered more to me than anything else,there are certain things that complete me,which make me what I am,and I have been proud of it.Sajal wont change,there would be more fights,more grudges,certain tense moments...but few odd ones here and there which mean much more to me....He came,he saw....he wasnt happy....but certainly...made a difference :)

In Life and in Cricket...some voids can never be filled!!

2008-11-02T04:07:00.000-08:00

Though the heading indicates two aspects, namely ,life and cricket,here I intend to discuss just
one of them...and for a change,the less philosophical of the options available.Indian cricket team,by the end of this series,would have lost two of the greatest players that ever played
the game.Sourav Ganguly retires after the 4th test while Kumble announced his abrupt
retirement,something which I came to know a few hours back.For someone who saw cricket as a very integral part of his life for around 12 years now,these retirements mean a lot to me at the emotional level.I couldnt stop myself from expressing myself on this,and I want this to be completely spontaneous,and thus,after more than 20 posts and an year of blogging,this will be the first post which is directly being typed(no rough work).Anil Kumble,to me is someone who is as important as Sachin Tendulkar,but with much less credit and importance given for his service.Even the eras where the two were the most important ones in their respective departments,have surprising similarity(late 90s).Kumble probably won more tests for his country than any player for any country...and mind you am not exaggerating facts..I really cant think of another example where one cricketer had so much impact on the victories of his nation.Azhar won 14 tests as captain while ganguly won 21,and Kumble made the difference in most of them(except Azhar's earliest ones).People started taking him for granted,and he was never really given the status he so richly deserved.The obsession of fans for batting and batsmen also contributed to the same.300 wickets happened(probably Hoggard),400 happened(probably Simon katich),went past Kapil and went on to become first indian to take 500 and 600 wickets(certainly Harmison!!).Kumble ends his career as the highest wicket taker for India in both forms of the game.He did fall just short of 1000 wickets,but then the career isnt short of major
landmarks anyway.I remember listening to the match on radio,where Kumble picked up 10
Pakistani wickets.When he picked up 8,i began to pray that he gets the last 2,and that happened.There was a time,when most of the times India went to ball,the opposition innings
followed a certain pattern.They got off to a flier,but then Kumble came,brought things under
control.For years he kept doing this over and over again.I personally remember a match against
Pakistan,where Afridid struck him for 5 fours in his 1st over,and he still ended with 4/53 in his
10 overs,this was Anil,the fighter,the warrior.When Kumble had his off days,like any human soul has,it became so much dificult for India.When Anwar scored 194,he lofted Kumble for 3 consecutive sixes in 1st of the slog overs,and that changed the entire complexion of the innings.The last decade did see the discovery of Turbanator,who now becomes even more important after kumble departs,yet Kumble remained the best spinner for the country,for all the years that he played.Watching Kumble bowl at his best was such a special feeling.There isnt much you can enjoy in the bowling,but when it was kumble with the bowl,it was different.Even with al the fuss about him not being a big turner of the ball,when he started turning it,he was simply unplayable.Like thousands and thousands of die hard fans,am going to miss this cricketing legend for a long long time to come.As I said,there are a few voids which remain unfilled,there certainly can not be any replacement for Anil kumble.Wish him all the best in everything he does in the future,I salute the champion.

Any cricket fan goes crazy over a hard fought Indian victory,such matches have a special
significance for them.But when one talks about natwest final,it was made special for more than
one reason.The passion that the Indian captain displayed,even when he was in the pavillion is a
sight to remember.That sums up the "dada" and his character.I once read about Sourav...Love him or Hate him,you cannot Ignore him"...how prophetic the words sound.Personally I have been one of those who had his share of love as well as hatred,as i never was one of the "biased" fans of dada.One thing which always amazed me was the "variety" in his performances.I mean when at his best, one could actually use the expression "first there is god,then there is Ganguly" and the smae batsman at times batted like a no.10 batsman.I remember the embarassing match vs England where he got at least 5 lives,most of the runs he scored were off edges and was
consequently out for just about 15 runs!!..and I also remember infinitely many instances(ok this
is an exaggeration) when he stepped out to a spinner as if he was getting out for a morning
walk,and lofted deliveries out of the ground.Ganguly gets heap of praises for his off side play,but for me,watching him hit sixes,were the most special moments.In one of his SA tours when he was hitting a lot of sixes against faster ones as well,it was like watching cricket at its best.Left arm spinners feared bowling him,and when he stepped out our subconscious would add half a dozen to the Indian score without any time delay!!...now something about Ganguly,the captain.I already rate Dhoni as the best Indian captain ever(everybody will after 5 years,am sure) but presently ganguly is the most "successful" one.Indian cricket team had won a
little over 50 tests when Ganguly bacame the captain,and the team added 21 more in the next
few years.Even with more results being produced,the fact that only 26% of the matches in
his captaincy ended in draws(even with so many dead pitches in the subcontinent) speaks volumes about the aggression in his captaincy.A lot of credit for shaping the future of Indian
cricket,goes to dada.The agression and the attitude that we see in the team of today owes
largely to the Bengal Tiger.One can laugh his ass off on a video available on youtube,where Ganguly is upset when an Injured Yousuf is getting treatment and comments something like"time waste karenge ye log aur fir mera paisa katega"..Ganguly is also one of those who was
successful in all sorts of conditions,and for those who still feel he cannot handle the short
ball,I would like to mention that on the most bouncy tracks of the world,his record is as good
as that of Tendulkar.

Rahul Dravid,I feel will shortly join this group of retired cricketers.The kind of lean patch that
he is presently undergoing,will probably qualify among the 10 of the rarest things on this
planet!!..Watching these players say goodbye to the game has its share of sentimental as well as
philosophical importance,when it comes to me.I grew up watching them play,I messed up many exams to watch them on the tv screen,I abused the,I praised the,I danced when they won,sometimes did cry when they lost..and there are millions like me...Just goes to show that nothing is permanent,even the best comes to an end,careers end,eras end..we become really really senti(as I am now) and then we move one...but then..THERE ARE VOIDS WHICH WILL NEVER BE FILLED,LEGENDS WHO WILL ALWAYS REMAIN UNPARALLELED..

A Wednesday...fakr hai!!

2008-10-16T08:28:00.000-07:00

"usne mujhe apna naam bataya par main wo naam kisiko nahi bata sakta,insaan naam mein mazhab dhoondh leta hai"this is just one of the many brilliant dialogues in a really brilliant movie.A Wednesday is already somewhere among the highest rated ones in my favourites list,its too close to me,in fact its a part of me.

"I want to do something like this" is what one of my friends said when I asked for a comment on this movie.It was a special moment for me.Soon three of us were discussing about the ways we can serve the country,the needs,the possibilities and above all, the dreams and the aspirations...At a time when placements are slowly becoming the talk of the town,we discussed,at length,about trying for IAS/IPS instead,money matters,but service to the country
comes first(as the motto of my school goes"service before self").Watching the youth of my nation discuss these issues,and formulate these ideas,was already a matter of joy,and being a participant in it made me feel even more proud.This was the result of believing in the power of "one common man who has the guts".This was the effect of a phenomenon called "A Wednesday'... :)

A Wednesday,in its title sounds like just another routine bollywood stuff,and then if you hear about the concept,terrorism,police,bombs etc etc, sounds even more monotonous...where and how does this movie aquire this special status,which some people like me are so hell bent on giving it.A basic question...what makes it a special one??

Presenting a systematic analysis in an attempt to explore for an answer to the above question...one point to be noted is that this isnt the work of some film critic,its just the feelings of someone who could feel the movie...and felt like sharing them...and once again its the strong points that I mostly noticed during the 95 minutes,and am hereby discussing them...

MESSAGE: "the morale of the story is" a phrase which all of us have heard on numerous occasions,just like the stories with strongest impacts are often the ones with this morale aspect as their strong point,similarly for movies its the message front which has a similar status in terms of importance(not talking abt the megatalented johars and farah khans)..the impact of the movie is,to a large extent reflected in this message factor...."one common man had the guts"this is for us to realise,each one of us is "a" common man,and any of us can become "that" common man.its not about going around killing the terrorists,in fact,taking another quote from the same movie "aaj main tareeke ke baare mein nahi nateeje ke baare mein soch raha hoon",we may have our own different ways,with different effects,the belief in the idea of a common man making the difference is what is crucial.Simple,yet intensely strong,ever inspiring idea,full marks to the message the movie conveys.

PERFORMANCES:This is something which personally impressed me a lot.Naseeruddin Shah(my favourite actor) and Anupam Kher are two of the world's' best actors,and their performances in the movie can serve as acting lessons,you need to see it to believe it.Actually one also needs to have some understanding of finer naunces of acting to realise
how technically brilliant the two stalwarts are in the movie.The 10 minute long conversation towards the end stands out,Naseer Sir at his very best(this is easily a filmfare winning performance)...other actors provide able support,Jimmy Shergil being the surprise package,and he really impresses.One of my friends compared this performance to Nana Patekar ones.Full marks again.

STORY,SCRIPT AND DIRECTION:Story,script and direction by Neeraj Pandey.The name is new for me but am already a huge fan of him.All the three aspects are awesome,my preference list would read story,script and direction in descending order.The fact that I rate this as one of the best directed movies in last decade sums up how much I admired all these three efforts.The
story has just a few twists(watch race instead to see an insanely twisted storyline) but they are apt and beautifully thought of.To my knowledge,this is an original storyline(in fact Hollywood would be proud to copy such stuff)which has agin been scripted with an equal elegance and expertise.Imaginativ,as well as technically correct direction,gives that added dimension to this movie.
Some of the scenes will remain etched in my memory for a long time.The long conversation towards the end(10 mins!!) no doubt,stands out,but some of the short conversations that Commisioner rathod has with Arif and Jai are also not far behind.Brilliant dialogues are like a necessity to a brilliant movie,and we are not least dissapointed at this front.There are certain minute things which need a little after thought,a slight analysis to get the real taste of
it.The potrayals of Arjun Khanna,CM and his secretary,the media(this could have been better though) and even the police in general(being projected,for a change,as a responsible hardworking unit,though not always equipped enough to counter the situation)are well chalked out and beautifully presented.Its easy for the CM to say things in rallies,also easy to give orders and express worries,difficulty always lies in the actual implementation level.The 'minority group'
comment by Arjun Khanna and the words of Commisioner"ye bacha kaun hai" are among the favourites of a couple of my friends.Also the way Anupam Kher pleads helplessness,and thus makes CM order the encounter of the last terrorist,when he was very sure that the person had not planted any bomb(reflected in the last conversation he has with Naseeruddin)....isnt it all brilliant? :)

Naseeruddin Shah's role is something which actually turns this movie from very good to brilliant.It makes it so much more special,at least for me,when I can watch him at the peak of his charisma,for the good screen space that he gets.The abuse by Naseer Sir,frankly speaking,is another very special moment(I totally support it) for me,just shows how intense the anger is.Indeed its the time for the common man to act...and I do hope that such "wednesdays' are released every friday.

Ek Adhoori Kavita....ek baras baad :)

2008-10-13T02:45:00.000-07:00

19 August,this year,saw another milestone accomplished.A week after "Jaane Bhi Do yaaro" completed 25 years,my blog "Ek Adhoori Kavita" completed an year.Like infinite other things in
my life,whenever I look back at my blogging journey,it does make me feel a bit emotional.It started simply by an attempt to share my poems on a forum but for the past few months I have
enjoyed writing on a variety of topics.I know there are a few,who are eager to have me back to my poetic ways,have a Hindi post from my side,actually I myself want this badly.Its just that I havent been much into Hindi poetry lately but will definitely try and come up with,what was the primary driving force behind this blogging idea.Yun bhi kalakar ke marne se pehle kala to maregi nahi...kuchh der so zaroor sakti hai :)

Thank you all for your support in making this a sweet and, indeed a memorable journey.I take this as an opportunity to express my heartfelt gratitude towards everyone who contributed to
this.

Kavya,you have been the biggest inspiring force,a friend who always encouraged me to try and improve,one who always made me love my own imagination.A very special thanks to you.

My sister Ankita who often surprised me by commenting on my blog and it was always special
to have support from such fronts.Hope I live upto your expectations in my efforts always.

My friends like Gauri and MK deserve a special mention.You two were the forces behind 4 to 5
posts on this blog."Kya Hindi aisi bola jaati hai" about MK's linguistic genius has the maximum
comments while "Lafzo ki Imaarat" inspired by a line Gauri (Gaurav Saxena from Gzb remember??) uttered remains my personal favourite among my compositions till date.

Pushpak,Nivedita,Vivek,Pallav,Vandana and all others who joined me in this journey of mine from time to time,you made me really enjoy it.I hope I find you people by my side in the future as well.

Now time to mention the biggest contributor,Prashant Bhaiya,the person who inspired me to get into blogging and has been a constant source of motivation and guidance.Bhaiya aapka aashirvaad milte rahe hamesha.In the past few months I have seen quite a few people around
me getting inspired by me to start their blogs,and it really felt special,felt importantant,and it was all because an year back you had a similar effect on me.

I wind up with a note of thanks to this place,called blogspot,where Sajal,the poet,Sajal,the person,Sajal,the dreamer...expressed himself on various topics.

"Mulaakato ke mele lagte rahenge yun hi...zindagi ka kaarwaa jab tak chalta rahega"

Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro....25 years later!!

2008-10-12T00:28:00.000-07:00

Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro..summing it in one line I will say "remarkably simple,simply remarkable".Released on 12 August 83,it completed 25 years a couple of months back.Taking some time out of my,anyhow,not so busy schedule to pen down some of my thoughts about what went on to create this masterpiece.A classic,which not only entertains,but also enlightens.I wont comment much about the plot so even those who havent seen the movie are most welcome to go through my take on the movie.I do hope some of them get encouraged to watch it...as the saying goes(again it doesnt,I just made it up) "there are two kind of people in this world,one who have seen Jaane bhi do yaaro...one who havent".

Any movie may be said to be composed of two aspects,the strong points,and the weak points.But at times you come across works where you get to notice just one of them.Lets dicuss some of the
factors which make this movie wonderful,and I leave the negatives to people who were not
intelligent enough to appreciate its brilliance at some occasions.Here we go...

STAR CAST:Probably the best star cast ever assembled,the movie has some of the best character artists.Apart from Naseeruddin Shah and Om puri,all others were fresh faces then.Starcast includes acting stalwarts like Pankaj Kapoor and Ravi baswani,ably supported by fine actors like Satish shah(who brilliantly played a corpse in the movie),Satish Kaushik,Rajesh Puri,Neena gupta,Bhakti barve.Only other movie I can think of being compared to it in terms of starcast is "ek ruka hua faisla".The reason why I rate the cast so highly is that it isnt a combo of biggest stars,but the biggest actors.This ensured that all performances were top class.Ravi Baswani won the best comedian award for the moviewhile Om Puri's comic skils were discovered for the first time in this movie.

STORY:I would like to lay emphasis on the fact that the movie has a brilliant storyline,being presented as a satire(or a farce).There is no forced laughter,in fact the movie actually has some very emotional moments and some serious questions being raised on the social framework.Some of the scenes have dry humour which may not make you laugh but you cant admire the beauty of sarcasm in it(wo gutter ke liye jeeye aur gutter ke liye mar gaye).Many scenes depicting the character sketch of Tarneja fall under this category.

CLIMAX: Personally I consider it as the best climax ever among bollywood comedies.The mahabharat scene is beautifully scripted,excellently enacted and very well developed on the screen.The parody is awesome(watch out for a young Vidhu Vinod Chopra playing Dushasan).The twists and turns keep adding to the fun element.The chase sequence earlier is also damn hillarious.Be it the characters falling on the roller skates or jumping from the first floor,its so much enjoyable.In fact one gets the impression that its very much the inspiration behind all Priyadarshan comedies.The more you pay attention to the scene,the more you can appreciate its beauty.Do not miss out on Satish Kaushik's comment: "Sir laash bhaag rahi hai"The ending of the movie is also a very touching moment,and you are left with a strong after effect.

TECHNICAL ASPECTS: The movie was made on a small budget(of less than 9 lakhs).Some of the better products of Film Institute Pune got their act together and made a
masterpiece out of this small budget.People involved in making and presenting this movie are
some of the talented people from the world of Indian cinema,and thus the movie showcases high
technical brilliance in most aspects.The more one gets to know about the movie the more one can appreciate its class.Kundan Shah's name deserves a special mention as he was the brain behind this movie.

The movie didnt work at box office when it released,but 25 years since its release it has
gradually acquired a cult status(similar to the fate of Kundan Shah's other brilliant work Kabhi
Haan Kabhi Naa)"thoda khao thoda feko" and some lines during Mahabharat Parody are dialogues of eternal value...often regarded as the "baap of all comedies",though in my opinion,its not just a comedy movie,in fact its not just a movie,its a heritage that we can all be proud about.I salute everyone involved in gifting this immortal gem.If you havent seen it,you are yet to have one of the wonderful experiences of your life.Give it a shot :)

A Visit To Paradise...

2008-07-19T07:13:00.000-07:00

Delhi Public School,Ranchi...for most its just the name of a school...for me though,apart from the obvious,it means a lot more.I,ladies and gentlemen,in whatever form am existing,owe it a lot to this place.My overall personna,from the way I speak,smile,laugh to the more important ones like the way I firt etc...have been affected largely by this institution.So when I made a visit to this place(couple of months back),as an alumni of the school,I knew it would be a special moment.

A really beautiful aspect of the statistical irony is that things never turn out to be as good as one wishes...its always worse or better than that.For me,it turned out to be way better than I had expected.It was a fairytale experience,everything being so goody goody and happy happy.About my student life,by some miracle of a combined effect of favourable factors and crucial coincidences,I was a good student for most of it.I was naughty,but in an innocent manner,which kept me making a favourite among many teachers.All said and done,I did expect a good response on my visit.

The day was officially a holiday for students,as vacations had started,but the teachers had to report for a couple of days more.This meant that most of the teachers were free.It was fun meeting them.The icing on the cake was that I had another friend with me,who also had a very very 'popular' student life and was a darling of teachers.Suddenly I was begining to feel a happiness which was above most feelings.It was like I wanted to shower as much respect as I
could,to my teachers in those few moments...and surely it was damn sweet,really cute.My reply when a hindi teacher commented about my height and the need for me to grow taller,was" prakriti ke saath jitna kam chhedchhad kiya jaye utna achha hai" and I had half of the staff
room staring at me.Well,philosophy doesnt flow in daily there I realised.The manner in which I interacted with two of the most senior teachers of my school was very refreshing..at times felt as if I was kind of teasing them,and the funny thing is...I really enjoyed it.Visit to Maths Lab was another superb feeling,more so because we didnt have one in our times.I even suggested a book for such stuff,and felt important,when mam assured that she will make it available in the
library...it gave that typical 'alumni' feel.

Every passing minute made the visit even more special.Now it was the turn to go around our 'old building' .We were welcomed by a teacher of the junior classes(whom we grew up seeing as a 'young girl') who commented:"us building mein itna change hua hai,ye vaisa hi hai, to isko kyon yaad karoge";when the philosopher inside me came up with the prompt reply: "yahaan change nahi huaa hai isiliye ye zyaada apnaa lagta hai"..The most special part was our short stay in the
Ladies Staff Roomof this building.I stood there surrounded by teachers,who have made my present and are still contributing,though in an indirect manner, in shaping my future.Teachers were really happy,in fact ecstatic on meeting us.Words cannot sum up how proud,how good I was feeling then.Moreover with my above average sense of humour,I really brightened up the mood.Teachers cashed in on the opportunity to break free from the daily monotony and the
staff room turned into a miniature party hall.Some of the teachers remebered things from my childhood(my history teacher of class 6 and 7 told others how I was always the first one to submit the answers in the class test)...I provided a special touch from time to time.

I think I actually realised what it is like,being a teacher.We as students witnessed changes in our academic career from junior teachers,to the senior ones,to the more senior ones to the college life..while for them,it is like the same life,everyday,over and over again.We then shared many things..I was asked quite a few times if I still was a naughty boy,and I kept on coming up with better(more witty) answers...teachers told us how with the awesome increase in the number of students and even more awesome fall in levels of values and discipline(since ourtimes),now they dont feel any attachment towards the kids...I must admit those were emotional moments for me..I realised a lot of things,understood many...made a few promises to myself(even told a
teacher that I will pay a visit to the school with my wife once I get married )...really hope to fulfill them.
Nostalgia is a funny thing...makes u feel sad and yet you are quite happy about it.I will always miss my school days,but I believe,in fact I know...that a part of DPS will always live in me.

PARODY-4....Kuchh kuchh hota hai

2008-06-29T09:28:00.000-07:00

This is the last one that I have written so far...like any other karan Johar movie,I was totally dissapointed by this movie...some of the reasons for it may reflect on the "ekanki"...I hope people(especialy those who like this movie) wont take it otherwise... thanks :)

Its the scene where Rahul and Anjali meet...Rahul has to tell her that he is in love with Anjali,while Anjali has to express that she loves him...now the scene :P

rahul: heyyy anjali...aaj main bahut khsh hoon,mujhe tumse kuchh kehna hai.

anjali: mujhe bhi kuchh kehna hai.

rahul: pehle tum

anjali: pehle tum

rahul: jis tarah lucknow ke nawaabo ki gaadi pehle aap,pehle aap karte karte chhot gayiiii,vaise hi humari baat,pehle tum pehle tum mein reh jaayegi.chalo main kehta hoon.koi mil gaya....main to hil gaya....

anjali: achha,bas yehi bolna tha ab meri baari."aksar ek ladki is haal mein,ek ladke se solave saal mein,jo kehti hai wo mujhe kehna hai"

rahul: hmmmmm...anjali,anjali...kahin tumhe mujhse pyar to nahi ho gaya?

anjali: haan,aur kya?kuch kuch hota hai rahul

rahul: ye kuch kuch kab hua tumko?

anjali: claas mein jab mam ne pyar pe wo sawaal kiya naa,to pehle to main has rahi thi ki kaun se collg mein,final year mein,aisa sawaal poochhte hai. par fir tumhara reply sunke,kuch kuch ho gaya rahul.tumne hi to kaha tha pyar dosti hai.

rahul: haan,kaha tha.par ye kahaan bola tha ki har dosti pyar hai.jaane kya kya soch baithi tum?mujhe pata hota ki meri baat ka itta asar hoga to main kehta ki pyar..achanak mein ek khoobsoorat ladki se takra jaana hota hai....pyar ek videshi ladki se hindustani bhajan sunnna hota hai aur aur.....

anjali:rahul...tum tina ki baat kar rahe ho na??kya rahul,tumhe uski chhoti skirt aur classical bhajan ka diverse combination dikha par humari saalo purani dosti nahi dikhi "tujhe yaad na meri aayi kisi se ab kya kehna"

rahul: nahi anjali..nahii...main tumhara dil nahi todna chahta,kabhi nahi.main confused hoon

(tina enters..)

tina:rahul...rahul...rahul....

rahul: haan samajh gaya.heyyyy...dekho faisla to karna hoga naa.tum dono mujhpe flat ho lekin ek bhartiy mard hone ke naate main ek ko hi choose kar sakta hoon.achha ek race karaate hai.

anjali: mujhe laga basketball kheloge...par race bhi thik hai.ye moti to zaroor haregi

rahul: ek recent film mein aisa race tha jisme saamne se train aati hai aur do log patri pe daudte hai.

tina: par rahul...ye to bahut dangerous hai...agar kuchh ho gaya...kisi ka pair fas gaya to??

rahul: to kya? tab doosri waali uski madad kar degi aur fir pehli waali meko uske liye sacrifice kar degi..heheyeee....dekho sab filmy grounds pe chala to faisla zaroor hogaa....to 5 min ki race rakhte hai....jaao apne upar waale se ye 5 minute cheen lo...apni sabse achhi daud laga do...ye 5 minute tumhare zindagi ke sabse khaas 5 minute hai....aeyyyy....daro mat tum dono!!

(background)
train paas aaye,seeti bajaye,tum hi kaho hum kaise,race lagaaye.....ab to mera dil,dar ke maare rota hai....kya karoon haaye....kuch kuch hota hai!!

PARODY-3... Dil to pagal hai

2008-06-26T01:57:00.000-07:00

No offences to ppl who liked this movie...i really hated it....iska poora concept misleading sa laga tha...i have always believed in mature and intelligent love...not the filmy kind of pyaar which was shown in this movie...
aisa hi ek idea present kiya hai is film ki ek scene ke parody ke roop mein....where karishma and Shahrukh are talking after the scene where karishma tried to outclass madhuri in dance,due to her jealousy...
comments and suggestions again most welcome :)

nisha: rahul,main bahut buri hoon.maine jo kiya,mujhe nahi karna chahiye tha.tumhari khushi mein meri khushi honi chahiye par main puja se jalne lagi.

rahul: nahi na nishaaa...tum to..hheyyy...bahut achhi ho.meri sabse achhi dost.tum buri ho hi nahi sakti.

nisha: fir tum us puja pe lattoo kaise ho gaye?kya wo mujhse zyada sundar hai?mujhse behtar dance karti hai?aisa kya rahul??

rahul: nahi na nishaaaa....dil to pagal hai na.pagal kabhi sahi decision le hi nahi sakta.achhi to tum hi ho,lekin is dil ne use choose kar liya.

nisha: kyon rahul,akhir kyon?

rahul: wo puja ne mohabbat ki aisi philosophy batayi mujhe.ki upar waale ne sabko jodiyon mein banaya hai.har insaan ke liye uska ek jeevan saathi hai.

nisha: fir sex-ratio itna kam kyon hai rahul?

rahul: pata nahi,shayad puja galat ho.vaise bhi ye uske dil ka kehna hai...aur...hmmmmmm....dil to pagal hai naa??vaise ek doosra point of view ye bhi hai ki sabke jeevan saathi opposite sex ke nahi hote

nisha: mujhe unse kya?maine to tumse pyar kiya tha par tumne puja ko apna liya.mera to dil toot gaya.

rahul: isme bhi galti puja ki philosophy ki hai.jab maine usse poochha ki main us ladki ko pehchanoonga kaise?kya wo mere liye haath mein gulab liye khadi hogi?kya use dekhke dil mein kuchh kuchh hone lagega?badal garajne lagenge ya bijli chamakne lagengi?...

nisha: to usne kya kaha rahul?

rahul: puja kehti hai ki upar waala ek ishara dikhata hai jise hume sahi dhang se interpret karna hota hai.jaise use mera ek tune pasand aata tha aur 2-3 baar aisa hua jab usne is tune ko suna par mujhe dekh nahi paayee.bas wo samajh gayi ki use mujhse pyar ho gaya hai.

nisha: aur tum kaise samjhe rahul?

rahul: mujhe bhi to ishaare hote they na?yahaan wahaan wo dikh jaati thi,uska cake mere paas aa gaya aur yahan tak ki wo ek achhi dancer nikli. aur us dukaan mein jab bina pant mujhe uske saamne aana pad gaya....yehi to pyaar hai nishaa....upar waale ka ishara hai

nisha: main buri nahi rahul,tum bure ho...aur pagal bhi...dil to pagal hai rahul,shayad isiliye hume apne dimaag se kaam lena chahiye,pyaar ke maamle mein bhi...par tum nahi samjh paaye...tum dono paglon ko tumhara pyar mubarak

(in the background).....
itne to aasaa nahi,is jeevan ke raaste,
asal mein har insaa bana,hai zimmedariyon ke vaaste...

PARODY-2 ... Anand marte nahi

2008-06-26T01:36:00.000-07:00

Anand is one of the greatest movie ever made....and for me the most philosophical....but meri kuchh uljhane hai...ajeeb lagta hai jab people of my generation dont really appreciate its philosophy, at times....aur gar kar bhi le,to jis raat race aur competitive world ka hissa,by default,hum sab log ban chuke hai...wo hume ise apnaane hi nahe detaa...the scene presented here is on this basic idea itself....its the entry scene of Rajesh Khanna(Anand sehgal)...the main difference is that Amitabh is not the quiet,patient kind of guy that he was in the movie.....yahaan wo anand se bahas karta hai...here it comes:

anand: hey babu moshaaye,college mein ladkiyaan aapko yehi bulaya karti thi naa?trivedi ne
mujhe sab bata diya hai.

bhaskar:ek to ye mere aur trivedi ke beech ka personal matter hai....aur agar ladkiyaa mujhe pataane ke liye is naam se bulaati thi to mere hisaab se aapko mujhe is naam se nahi bulana chahiye

anand:nahi nahi babu moshaaye....

bhaskar:ajeeb aadmi hai,main mana kar raha hoon aur aap hai ki...

prakash:anand,main tumhari x-ray plate bhaskar ko dikha raha tha.

anand: arre waah yahaan to apni hi film chal rahi hai.kyon kya nikal?

bhaskar: wo main trivedi ko likh doonga,aapko fikr karne ki zaroorat nahi.

anand: kamaal hai meri cheez aur main hi fikr na karoon?

bhaskar: kya jaana chahte hai aap?kya karenge jaanke?

anand:kam se kam beemari ka naam to batana padhega.koi poochh le to maloom hona chahiye varna badi embarassment hogi.jis cheez se jaan ja rahai hai,itni important cheez ka naam hi nahi maloom.uske alawa aapko estimation bhi dena hoga ki main kitne din aur rahoonga,uske hisaab se bombay mein apne programs banaaonga

bhaskar: agar main kahoon ki aapko "Lymphosarcoma of the intestine" hai to aaap kya kahenge?

anand: main aapse kahoonga is baat ko agar aap ghooma fira ke kehte zara aur sajake kehte to achha hota.

bhaskar:bhaskar:ye mazak aur maskharepan ki baat nahi hai.do you know the meaning of lymphosarcoma?

anand: dekhiye general concept to pata hai,par exact matlab nahi pata.wo aap jaise bio-students ko hi rata hua rehta hai.(explains the concept)he babu moshaaye,eta bhalobasha bhalo naai,itna pyaar achha nahi.aapki umar kya hai?

bhaskar: 28 saal 254 din

anand: 100 mein se 28 saal 254 din gaye kitne bache dost?
(prakash takes out a calci)
anand: dhat tere ki!! isme bhi calculator.doctors aur dukaandaaro ko har cheez ke liye calculator chahiye.bache 71 saal 111 din.babu moshaye,aap isse zyaada zinda nahi rahenge..

bhaskar: dekhiye main samajh sakta hoon ki aap kya dialogue maarna chahte hai,par aapko bata doon ki log 100 saal se zyada zinda rehte hai.ek medical science ke aadmi ke agae technical mistakes nahi chalengi.

anand: jitne bhi saal ho babu moshaaye.....main to ye kehna chahta hoon ki kya fark hai 70 saal aur 6 maheeno mein?maut to ek pal hai babu moshaaye.aane waale 6 maheeno mein jo laakho pal main jene waala hoon unka kya hoga?babu moshaaye zindagi badi honi chahiye,lambi nahi

bhaskar: aap aisa isliye keh rahe hai kyonki aapka koi nahi.unse poochhiye jinke relatives hai.birthday,shadi mein jashn manaane ki tarah logo ko marni mein rone ka bhi shauk hota hai.agar aap jaise log marte waqt bhi dukhi nahi honge to un armaano ka kya??

anand: babu moshaaye,ye to ek galat convention chala aa raha hai,usi ko to badalna hai.jaante hai humari problem kya hai,hum kal ke dukh ke baare mein soch apne aaj mein zeher ghol lete hai.maut ke darr se jeena chhod diya to fir marna kise kehte hai?jab tak zinda hoon tab tak mara nahi...jab mar gaya saala main hi nahi...to fir darna kaisa?

bhaskar: easy for u to say mr.anand sehgal.aaj ke is competitive world mein jeene se zyaada marna asaan hai.carefree se careless banne mein waqt nahi lagta hai.6 maheene jeene waale ko kal ki koi fikr nahi,par jiske aage poora future hai use bahut kuchh sochna padta hai

anand: maaf karna babu moshaaye,trivedi ne mujhe aapse mazaak karne ke liye manaa kiya tha.par kya karoon,aadat se majboor hoon,sacchee.

bhaskar: koi baat nahi,mujhe koi khaas humour nazar nahi aaya aapke mazaak mein isliye koi khaas fark bhi nahi padaa.in fact maine hi aapki saari philosophy mazaak mein udaa di.

anand: babu moshaaye...aap jaiso ki wajah se hi aaj log anand ki philosophy ko ya to samajh nahi paate ya samjh ke bhi apna nahi paate....khair,chalta hoon...fir milenge .... kyonki .... anand marte nahi...

I do hope that all of us try and discover that bit of "anand" in ourselves...that would be great for us and for the world around us...

PARODY-1.....aaj khush to bahut hoge tum

2008-06-21T21:28:00.000-07:00

Back to my blogging ways...after a significant break...recently I tried my hand at something,which I really found to be challenging and innovative..its a special kind of parody where any scene from a movie is presented in a different fashion :)
The source of inspiration was my all special ORKUT...i really enjoyed it and will like to share my works...I havent written anything since about a month in this genre...hope it gets me started again...this is my first effort :P

Deewar mein ek bahut famous scene hai....jab amit ji pehli baar mandir jaate hai aur unki maa
beemar hai....assume that is film ko "jai santoshi maa" ke director ne banaya hota....unhone isliye, kyonki unke filmo mein devi-devtaaon se face to face conversation hua karta tha....to amit ji ki baatein sunkar bhagwaan darshan dete hai aur unki bahas kuchh yun hoti hai....

amit: aaj khush to bahut hoge tum,khush to bahut hoge.jo aaj tak tumhari mandir ki seediya nahi chadaa,jisne aaj tak tumhare aage sar nahi jhukaya,jisne aaj tak tumhare saamne haath nahi jode wo,aaj tumhare saamne haath failaaye khadaa hai.khush to bahut hoge ki main haar gaya.

god(darshan dete huye) :ye to tumse pata chal raha hai ki tum pehli baar yahaan visit kar rahe ho,varna itna daily turnaout hota hai usme tumko alag se kya pehchaanoonga main.vaise roz mandir mein aane waale 2 hazaar logo ka khyaal gar mujhe rakhna hai to ye sochne ki fursat nahi hai ki tumse jeet gaya ya haar gaya.jao bhaai mere busy schedule ko disturb mat karo.

amit: mujhe nahi pehchante.Indai ke sabse bade superstar ko nahi pehchante tum?

god: nahi baba,movies kabhi dekhi hi nahi maine,kisi superstar ko kya pehchanoonga.haan jo log regularly yahaan aakar film hit hone ki dua maangte hai ,unke baare mein assume kar leta hoon ki film se honge ye namoone.

amit: disturb na karoon,aayen? ... tum jante ho ki jis waqt main tumhare saamne khadaa hoon,wo aurat,jiske maathe se tumhare chaukhat ka pathar ghis gaya,wo jispe zulm bade to uski puja badee,jo zindagi bhar khud to jalti rahi magar tumhare mandir mein deep jalaati rahi,wo aurat aaj zindagi aur maut ke beech sadak par khadee hai.

god: mujhe behad afsos hai par ek baat jaan lo.chaukhat ka pathar ghisne mein hazaaro aur logo ka contribution hai,saara credit apni mom ko mat do.vaise is haalat mein tumko apni maa ke paas hona chahiye aur tum yahaan chale aaye?

amit: haan tum to khush hoge ki main haar gaya.par ye tumhari haar hai.kaun sa zulm,kaun sa pap kiya tha usne.kya uska kasoor ye hai ki usne mujhe janm diya,ye ki wo meri maa hai aur main usse pyaar karta hoon .ye kis gunaah ki sazaa di ja rahi hai use?

god: dekho ya to unke bilogical mechanism mein kuchh gadbad aayi hai ya fir ye micro organisms ki kartoot hai.yakeen karo mera,tum jaise bade bade insaano ki dekh rekh mein kar nahi paata to un microscopic jeevo ko kya control karoonga.mujhse naraz mat ho,haan meri bhakti karne ke liye tumhara hamesha swagat hai.

amit:hey bhagwaan.ye kis gunaah ki sazaa di ja rahi hai hume.hum ghar se beghar ho gaye,mera baap jeete ji mar gaya,meri maa suhagan hote huye bhi vidhwa ka jeevan jeeti rahi.kyon??

god: dekho bhaai.'ek chhoti si baat' batata hoon...ek kahanai ke roop mein.ek baar ek aadmi doob raha tha,use bachane kai local log aur bachaav kaary waare wahan se guzre.par uski zid thi ki use apne bhagwan pe bharosa hai ki wo use bachane aayenge.par ant mein wo mar gaya aur jab upar jaake bhagwan se mila to bahut naraz tha....tab unhone use samjhaaya: "tumko kya lagta hai,tumhe bachane un logo ko kisne bheja tha?"amit: aaye? kya matlab?god: bhagwan usi ki madad karenge jo apni help karega."the best place to find a helping hand is at the end of ur arm" yahaan halla karke tum apni maa ki madad nahi kar rahe,tumhe is waqt unke saath hona chaiye.unhe 'dua' ki nahi 'dawaa' ki zaroorat hai

aur isi ke saathAmit ji 'angry young man' se 'responsible young man' ban jaate hai....

comments and suggestions are most welcome :)

Sajal Is alone...and crying

2008-04-11T12:31:00.000-07:00

Blogging is a world where u can freely express yourself,no restrictions,no boundaries.Time to check out the authenticity of the statement I suppose.I had often heard about, and occasionally witnessed people sharing an utmost joy or letting out their extreme bursts of frustation.Well I never did anything of this sort,probably never had such an opportunity.

Today,its different.I am in a really,really(assume a million more reallys) bad mood and wish to let out my anger,my hatred and all my emotions.Here is the world of blogging,totally unbarred and I wish to utilise the previlege.I am afraid I cant discuss about the reasons behind me being in this mood,all I want is to pour out some of the emotions which are threatening to rip me apart.Probably,the reason isnt that big or significant anyway,but as it happens,many things are contributing in their own small ways to make these moments really miserable for me.

Its the 11th of April,in fact 12th is about to arrive as i pen down these lines.The month of May is not far and I somehow,constantly get reminded of the May-07: some of the worst days of my life,with the most difficult I had to face.Its said that man has the ability to bear anything and everything,but the lesson May07 taught me was that this pain,at times can cross the limit of tolerance.The present issue isnt that big and I may very well get over all this very soon,which is nothing in comparison to the memories which for some strange reason,are trying to forge a link with the moments am living,at this moment.

I want to hate some people I have loved more than most things.One moment,I want to cry,shout at someone in superior tone,the other.Probably what is most disturbing is the fact that I am 'actually' feeling a sort of rage towards a few people,with not much of a fault of theirs.As I said,too many things contribute in their own small ways to make the matters worse.Few bonds which have been pillars of my existence,my overall happiness, seem quite meaningless,sort of worthless.Its like am hating loneliness,and begging that everyone left me alone.Obviously there are a few logics guiding my behaviour.I feel let down,unimportant,insignificant..(again...u can assume a million such phrases here).

Maybe,its just a matter of few hours when things will actually improve with a bunch of bloody explanations coming to the rescue.But the effect of all this is threatening to leave a long lasting mark somewhere.An irony is that the main reason behind the trauma of May-07 is the lone comforting factor in this depressing night.Few minutes of conversation with someone, actually are imparting the desired strength to withstand the worst of the worst.All in all,the lanes of memory seem more like a black hole...threatening to pull me into a void I fear to enter,I really do...

To summarise...Sajal is very depressed,really angry,too disturbed,highly frustated....but above all....very lonely,very sad....

KYA HINDI AISI BOLA JAATI HAI -Part 2

2008-04-07T04:00:00.000-07:00

Here i present you an account of some really weird stuff.....kya hindi aisi bola jaati hai :)

Some people at engineering colleges do look like they should already be working in an MNC(age factor!!).But once when we friends came face to face with one such face,MK uttered those 'prophetic' words: "20-25 saal droupout hai ye ladkaa".I dont think I need to mention our reactions to it.It was during lunch time that MK gave us another reason to laugh,laugh and keep laughing."duniya ki har insaan humaari maa hai,uska mulya dekho".Thank god he didnt use his favourite 'daam' instead of mulya,I fear to think what i could have meant then.And ya,most lines of his anyway neither make any sense nor are related to the prevailing situation.
Consider the examples:
"tum log pe mat jaao"(can it mean ANYTHING??) or "kya janm deta hai in log"referring to a large group,comprising only of males(replace 'kya' by 'kaise' to get some idea of what he meant).Fata is such a nice and simple word,but when MK pronounces it as 'faataaa',the effect is hilarious.
Some of the expressions this fundoo friend of mine used while flirting with someone:
"tu itna zyaada mera fan ho gaya"..."tu to dhanee gharaane ki fal phool khaane waali ladki hai
'(I actually fell on the ground when I went into a burst of laughter at this one).Also when his flirting was well reciprocated by the girl,who also happened to be my close friend,these are the words his hindi gifted me:
"Tera friend mast hai,sudharne waali nahi hai"

Now just assume a character Miss X.Actually she is the one who asked me to write something on this whole hindi issue;as she was more than impressed by it(movier are not the only place gals are impressed by stupidities I realise).I wont be mentioning the name of the girl,and will call her Miss X.Some of the weird sentences which our literary genius managed in this episode:
"Annie mast ladki hai,Miss X ko fix kara diya"...."aaj Miss X dinner pe aane se majjaa aa jaayega".Actually the fact is that Annie didnt 'fix' anyone,it was just that we were getting to meet someone through a common friend.And when Miss X was around,MK kept coming up with wonders in his own unimitable style:
"bye bye de denge"
"ye bhi tujhe paneer dikhti hai"(referring to a non-paneer dish served at a dhaaba)..."tumne aisa aisa boli hai"......As my friend Gauri(from Gzb,u must remember by now)remarked once,"MK ek line mein infinite baar gender change karta hai"....not far from being true,one feels :)

Another evening where we had great fun on the roads of IIT,teasing each other,and playing around like small children,MK's genius remained a special treat.
"marenge na tamasha ek"(am sure it was more than a slip of tongue)
"Shilpika to gaya" (god bless the verb-subject agreement)
"aise behenship thode na hota hai"(another one of my favourites)
.....and the memorable...."tu to moti hai,tu charbee khaati reh"

His contribution was really significant in making the trip a grand success,with the 'innocent' linguistic mistakes playing the main part.I could give such a detailed account a couple of months after the event as I maintained a record of these funny ones in my diary during the trip :)....

But my intention is not to make a mockery of my friend. Actually these statements are indicative of his innocence and the fact that he doesnt make needless attempts to hide his shortcomings in front of his friends....after all,who else will help him improve.And we know that we dont have to just laugh at these comments but always try and rectify them and help our friend.Anyway,am pretty sure of MK speaking fluently in the language one day....he has great learning attitude,caring and helpful friends and above all....an 'actual literary genius' of this language in his friend circle :P
Till then lets just enjoy it as it comes :)

KYA HINDI AISI BOLA JAATI HAI- Part 1

2008-04-07T03:37:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone
Today I am here to tell you a story.The title of my story is:" Kya hindi aisi bola jaati hai"
Once upon a time,in the campus of IIT-KGP,a group of friends had a great time.In the group was a really special person.Well,the special person was Sajal,who is sharing a special experience with you.But there was a comparatively less special person as well,who contributed hugely in making those days memorable.

Ok,now lets come to plain and simple description.The days at Kshitij(techfest- 08 at IIT KGP)are unforgettable for me,the reasons being innumerable.The overall experience of participating in events,attending the lectures and enjoying the struggle of life in minutest of aspects,it was fun really.I got to meet a very special friend of mine for the first time personally(cyber friends u know).There was a duration of few hours,where in the course of events,i reaffirmed the faith,not in front of others but in my own eyes,that am indeed living the life of a really good human being(and a friend).In a line,the days spent there are too close to my heart.

Now coming to the 'Hindi' thing(finally).Something which contributed in its own unique fashion,to the humorous aspect of the experiences.Well,no surprises if a college guy calls a 'hot' girl 'qayamat'(among his friends),but its when someone,actually,assumes that Qayamat means 'body'(???),u realise that he is no ordianry person.Gentle ladies and gentler men,meet my friend,Mrityunjay Kalita,who holds the distinction of getting 95 in hindi in boards.presenting the real picture before u,MK's lack of hold over the language,which incidentally happens to be the mother tongue of most of us,gave plaenty of chances to laugh our hearts out.His question "qayamat matlab body hai naa?" happened in the canteen of our college.Let us now focus on some of the experiences at KGP,some of the weirdest comments one will ever hear.

(to be contd.....its going to be super fun now!!)

simply....I HATE REMIXES!!

2008-04-06T05:51:00.000-07:00

NOISE...noise is any kind of unpleasant sound;any pleasant sound falls under the category of music.These are just vague definitions ofthe two terms,but however specific one tries to be,there can never be a well defined boundary between the two.

Let me come to the topic of my concern,i.e Bollywood music.Over the years,innumerable melodies have been composed and the process continues till date.This is a field,which has witnessed incredible creativity and variety with constant experimentation.A recent revolution in the field of music albums(filmy and non-filmy) is the concept of remixes.Well,the concept, in no way is recent,but am talkingabout the kind of evolution it has undergone recently.

Starting with my personal opinion about this 'Remix Thing'...words actually can never do justice to the kind of HATRED i have for this whole thing,the way i loathe any kind of appreciation towards a work which simply deserves to be thrown into a dustbin.I am not going to give a moral lecture regarding the vulgarity in videos or something,am talking about the very concept of remix.I dont care if a disco number of 60s is remixed and presented as a soft romantic number...REMIX STILL SUCKS!!

So,why such harsh feelings?
I HAVE NO PROBLEM IN ACCEPTING MODERNISATION OF SONGS OF YESTERYEARS,ONLY IF ITS DONE AS A MARK OF RESPECT TO THOSE COMPOSITIONS,AS A TRIBUTE TO THOSE WHO COMPOSED IT.No issues in appreciating the scene where a few young ones ask a didi to return their ball,singing comic modifications of some songs(MR.INDIA) but just cant tolerate a crap where the incomparable voices of Asha ji,Geeta Dutt,Lata ji or Shamshad begum is replaced by a cacophony and a melody substituted by the worst possible sound track.In short,makeover is acceptable,but it has to be a "work of art",and not the "murder of art".

I,myself being somewhat a person with an artistic insight,do appreciate the fact that a SINCERE composition of a person is like his own offspring,can you even imagine your child being deformed in front of your eyes,is it possible for you to remain unaffected by it.Some masterpieces which were created only after a lot of honest and hard work went into it, with a pure and artistic perspectiveguiding the composer,are being tereated with disrespect....at times even with disdain..WHAT A SHAME!!

All this because you appreciate it,you are willing to pay for it.All the stuff about the need to move along,and the modifications being a need of hour,are pretty much meaningless.These developments in the field of remixes actually bear a testimony to the fact that the popularity of these numbers is still much more than most recent ones.Also the public loves it the way they are,without any need to go about killing the beauty of the hummable ones just because they can be played in discos etc in their modified version.Actually this nonsense of an explanation is often given by one of my close friends(already been mentioned a couple of times in my blog)."remixes are made so that the soft numbers of yesteryears become fit enough to be played in parties and discos"...already stated,i find it NONSENSE...they are not made for parties,leave them the way they are....we dont want people dancing to "jaine wo kaise log they jinke pyaar ko pyaar milaa".

Actually what worries me is the lack of respect that the generation of today,my generation,has for 'art and artists',more so if they dont really fall in this 'new' category.There is not a single community on orkut against 'remixes' but plenty which love it.Such things actually hurt me,i have cried more than once in arguments related to this 'old-songvs new-song stuff".What is desired is more of respect for the sincere artists,irrespective of their generation....and things sure will improve....
and as for the remixes.....they suck,no doubt :)
ek shayar ki kuchh lines share karta hoon(the shayar is me anyway):

कल शमशान में देखा था
शायर लेटा था कब्र के ऊपर
और उसके नाम को मिट्टी तले
दफ़ना दिया था ज़माने वालों ने....

just hoping that this wont happen....for a better future,we need to give our past its due respect....:)
thats it friends....

ZEENAT....ek dost jaisi behen,ek behen jaisi dost

2008-02-08T09:29:00.000-08:00

Gentle ladies and gentlemen.....here i present u a personality,which is so incredibly simple as if just it be of just another person,yet so much unique in many many respects....its been my pleasure to have Zeenat as my friend,in fact a really special friend...she often expressed her desire that i write something on her,but,honestly it was more of her personna than her request that inspired me to pen down my thoughts about her,one fine evening and here i attempt to share my feelings with as many as i can:

this is to you Zeenat.....aadab arz hai :)

हमारे दोस्तों के समूह की ज़ीनत है वो,
हर खुशनुमा एहसास की ज़रूरत है वो,
शब्दों की उड़ान से कैसे तय करूँ मैं ऊँचाई उसकी
जो हर अच्छाई से अच्छी है,
खूबसूरती से खूबसूरत है वो

एक नेक और पाक साफ़ दिल
सीने में छिपाये रहती है,
मुस्कुराहट की एक शाश्वत रोशनी
अपने चहरे पे बिखराये रहती है
थोड़ी मासूम,ज़रा समझदार भी है,
अभिलाषाओं के प्रति सजगता है
तो मस्ती और बेफ़िक्री से प्यार भी है,
इसका जज़्बाती पक्ष बेहद मज़बूत है,
इसकी अमर अक्षय दोस्ती
इस बात का पुख्ता सबूत है,
जितनी बार मेरा नाम लिया होगा इसने
उतनी बार किसी बहाने से चिढ़ाया है,
पर ये तो हक़ीक़त है की
दिल कभी भी नही दुखाया है,
और है सबसे अहम ये बात की
इसने हर मुश्किल में मेरा साथ निभाया है....

कुछ और बातें इसके बारे में....

सूट में बड़ी प्यारी लगती है,
लैब में क्या आज्ञाकारी लगती है,
इम्तहान में इसके अंक माशाल्लाह
पढ़ाई के प्रति कोई अटूट वफ़ादारी लगती है,
सलाम करे आ माशाल्लाह कहे तो
उस अंदाज़ में बड़ी दुलारी लगती है,
दूसरो की टाँग खींचने की
इसकी अदा के क्या कहने
इस क्षेत्र में हमेशा इसकी तैयारी लगती है,
सार है बस इतना दोस्तो...
मासूम गम्भीरता की एक मूरत ज़ीनत हमारी लगती है

हाँ ज़ीनत हमारी लगती है....

सोने की अपनी नाँव है,चाँदी का बाकी पानी है

2008-01-23T09:43:00.000-08:00

सोने की अपनी नाँव है
चाँदी का बाकी पानी है,
तमाम खुशी से बेहतर
अपने गम की कहानी है...

रह गया हूँ ज़माने से दूर क्योंकि
इसकी चाल धीमी है
अपनी रफ़्तार तूफ़ानी है...

कैसे अलग हूँ उन लोगों से
जिनसे आज मैं हार गया
अपनी आदत सच्चाई है,उनकी फ़ितरत बे ईमानी है...

मेरे लिये तो ऎ यारों
बाद में आता है कोई मुकाम जीतना
सब्से पहले दिल जीतना,और दोस्ती निभानी है...

आँसू की बूँद ना कहो इसे तुम
पराया दर्द महसूस करने का जज़्बा है
मेरी आँखों में ठहरा हुआ जो पानी है...

ऐश और अय्याशी में खोयी नही है
जज़्बातों के आँगन में सँवरी है
तुम ही कहो किसकी बेहतर जवानी है...

क्या परखेगा ज़माना मेरे हौसले को
अब तो मुझे इस तमाम
ज़माने की हिम्मत आज़मानी है...

इन मामूली मुश्किलातों से भला कैसे
गिर जायेंगे ये कंधे मेरे
जिनको इस जहाँ की ज़िम्मेदारी उठानी है...

औरों को हरायेंगे एक रोज़
मगर जीत के मायनो को समझना है पहले
और खुद से जीतने की आदत बनानी है...

this is second post in succession which has been inspired by few words uttered by my friend Gauri(from gzb remember??)....well i havent been writing much lately as not much has been able to inspire me to that degree,but Gauri's words have such a significance for me that i always try and make sense out of his attempts at poetry(and good sense).....hope this process continues....as am really enjoying it and feel kinda sweet about this whole thing at times....thanks again Gaurav!!

लफ़्ज़ों की इमारत है.....this one is to you Gauri

2008-01-16T17:43:00.000-08:00

this composition of mine has to be a very special one for me.....so first of all a short story behind it....I dedicate this one to one of my dear friends Gaurav Saxena from Ghaziabad(!!!)....maybe all the stuff about our friendship and a rather unique and special relation that we share,will be discussed in some furture post of mine....at the moment its just required that i tell you that he is no fan of Hindi literature....probably not even like a big admirer or something....yet is known as "sahitya ka baap" among us friends....has teased me like hell on some poetic issues.....and in this process kept on coming up with many 'nuisance' lines...but recently some really good ones have struck his imagination,or maybe am trying too much to take him seriously.....
it was one of his lines "lafzo ki ek imarat hai" which caught my fancy....though he followed it up with a line,rather ordinary,to make it a 'sameer like' composition...but i decided to make something out of it..
i did manage to pen down something within a couple of days,and it certainly is now among those ones which have a special significance for me....so here i share the poem with all of you....this is to you 'sahitykaar gauri'......

लफ़्ज़ों की एक इमारत है,
जो अपनी डायरी में हमने बनाई है,
ये दुनिया मगर अब तक इसके कई कमरों से पराई है,
एहसास की बुनियाद पर
जज़्बातों के ईंट तो सजाये है हमने
किसी को पर कहाँ देगा दिखाई कुछ
इन पर दिखावे की प्लास्टर जो चढ़ाई है.....

इसी इमारत में कहीं एक तहखाना है,
जिससे मेरा करीबी दोस्त भी अंजाना है,
मेरे बेड-रूम में बिस्तर परकुछ दर्द बिखरे पड़े है,
पर दीवारों पर झूठी मुस्कान की तस्वीरें टंगी है
अपने इस इमारत में हम किस कदर हैरान खड़े है.....

बंद लौकर में मेरी मोहब्बत रखी हुई है,
बेहद महत्वपूर्ण मगर छिपी हुई है,
उसी कमरे में तकिये के नीचे
उदासी को छिपाया है,
जिसकी दीवारों को
शोख चटकीले रंगो से सजाया है.....

एक और कमरा जहाँ कभी सफ़ाई नही होती,
क्योंकि यहाँ की चीज़ों से कोई कमाई नही होती,
कुछ शौक,कुछ पसंद,कुछ अरमान मेरे
टेबल पर रखे हुए है
जिनपे धूल की पर्त चढ़ गई है,
वहीं पास वक़्त के शोकेस में
भविष्य की तस्वीर लगी है
जो अपने आप ही बिगड़ गई है,
कमरे के दरवाज़े पर डोर-मैट की जगह
एक अच्छा इंसान बनने की हसरत धरी है
जिसपे पोंछ लेते है लोग पैर देखो,
पर बड़ी अदा से गुज़र जाते है फ़िर
अरमानो के इस कमरे में
एक बार भी झाँके बगैर देखो....

यूँ तो लफ़्ज़ों की इस इमारत में
हर रोज़ कई लोग आया जाया करते है,
कहीं हल्के उदास होते है
तो कहीं पर मुस्काया करते है,
पर हर कोई इस बात से अंजान है,
इसी इमारत में छिपी मेरी सच्ची पहचान है,
इसके प्रवेश का एक रस्ता और है
जो मेरे दिल से होकर गुज़रता है,
उस दरवाज़े से आने की ज़हमत उठाये तो
गूढ़ गहराईयों से हटता है परदा
और इस इमारत में मेरा असल व्यक्तित्व उभरता है......

कभी यूँ ही शाम की तन्हाई में

2007-11-16T02:36:00.000-08:00

कभी यूँ ही शाम की तन्हाई में
जब चेतना मुझसे सवाल करती है,
बात कुछ ऐसी सवालात की गहराई में
की आत्मा भी उसमे उतरने को डरती है,

चंद बातें ऐसी जो मनोभाव
को समूल झकझोर दे,
ज़रा इन प्रश्नों पर गौर करें
इन सवालों पर थोड़ा ज़ोर दे...

कब तुमने राह खड़े
भिखारी को भिक्शा के साथ
करुणा की दीक्शा भी दी थी,
ज़िन्दगी के तमाम इम्तहान
के पीछे छिपी
असली परीक्शा भी दी थी...

मित्र का दुखड़ा कोई सुन
आँसू ही नही छलके पलकों से
ह्रिदय तुम्हारा रोया था,
और खुशी की बात पे कोई
होंठ नही दिल के आँगन से
मुस्कुराहट का गुलदस्ता खोया था....

भगवान,खुदा,वाहे गुरू,ईशू आदि
शब्दो को इंसानों में भेद का
साधन नही माना था तुमने,
पत्थर को पूजने की जगह
मस्जिद में सलाम करने के बजाय
भूमिगत निर्विकार भाव को पह्चाना था तुमने...

और क्या ऐसा भी हुआ की
ज़माने के निर्मित इन
तुच्छ समझौतों की ज़ंज़ीरों से
तुम मुक्त रहे,तुम पाक रहे,
इन्सानियत के शिखर पे
अपनी हस्ती को पहुँचाया
तुमने,भले ज़माने की
नज़र में खाक रहे...
अगर तुम्हारे जवाब
हक़ीक़तन हाँ में है,
तो तुम्हारे जैसा दूसरा
नही कोई जहाँ में है,
कोई खुदाई नही बदलेगी
हालात संसार के,
असली ताक़त तो छुपी
एक सच्चे इन्साँ में है ..............

and u can be that person...its difficult,but remember.......together we can and we will make a difference....
hope these words inspire u 2 at least make an attempt to discover the latent greatness that lies somewhere inside u.........

मज़हब नही सिखाता आपस में बैर रखना

2007-09-30T04:22:00.000-07:00

It was the all important final match of 20-20 world cup........the clash of rivals(on the field,off the field i always feel we are brothers)....anything woth importance from Indian cricket team was being celebrated,crackers burst and one could sense an early Diwali being celebrated.......but amidst all this i could notice something peculiar,something similar was also happening in any Pakistani success as well,and yes,there was no mistake........a community was indeed praying for Pakistan's victory...actaully,in the vicinity of our colony,is a locality with majority belonging to this so called 'minority section' of our country......and they wanted their country to lose and their religion to win........or was this the case...can the success of any religion lie in the failure of the nation...though such people are in immense minority,it indeed is alarming
but the point is whom to blame...there has to be some reason behind such a mindset.people really are still discriminated on the basis of religion etc....and all the crappy politics which takes advantage of such feelings and exploit it are to be blamed....and all those 'mature' people of the country are to be blamed who ever saw someone with a point-of- view which had anything related to issues like religion
this experience of mine has prompted me to present my feelings in the form of this poem...please do give ur valuable comments on it

ये मन्दिर,मस्जिद,गुरुद्वारे,
देखो बाँट रहे इन्साँ को सारे,
उसने तो दी थी एक धरती
हमने खड़ी कर दी दीवारे

प्यार का गीत ना गाया लेकिन
धर्म का नारा खूब दिया,
चैन की वो तस्वीर बदल
ये खौफ़नाक नज़ारा खूब दिया,
प्यार के फ़ूल मिले थे और हमने
बना दी नफ़रत की तलवारें

अल्लाह से गुरू जुदा है क्यों,
भगवान से अलग खुदा है क्यों,
गर अलग नही ये एक दूजे से
सिर्फ़ एक को हमने चुना है क्यों
इन्साँ को खुशी क्यों देते है
ये झूठे बेमतलब के बँटवारें

देखो हवा में चीखें ये समायी है,
आज इन्साँ के पहचान की बारी आई है
,जहाँ में ऐसा कोई नही है
जो सिख,हिन्दू या मुसलमान नही,
फ़िर हर कदम पे ऐसे लोग है क्यों
जो सच्चे इन्सान नही.......

वो आसमाँ झुक रहा है ज़मीं पर

2007-09-29T19:14:00.000-07:00

शाम जब यूँ ही तेरी याद आई,
निगाहों में छितिज की तस्वीर लहरायी,
एक नामुमकिन मिलन का आवलोकन
हर घड़ी,हर पल ये निगाहें करती है,
उम्मीद का लिबास पहने,विश्वास की चादर ओढ़े
एक छवि कैसे हौले से ह्रिदय में उतरती है,
हाय रे मानव
अपनी बेबसी पे बहानों का आवरण चढ़ाये जाता है,
झूठी नज़र,फ़रेबी नज़रिये का सहारा लिये
ज़मीं आसमाँ को मिलाये जाता है,
तुझे अपने साथ देख इसी कदर
मैं भी तो फ़ायदे उठाता हूँ
इन नेत्रों की असीमित छमताओं का,
मगर इस नादानी में बोध नही होता
जीवन के क्रूर,कठोर विशमताओ का,
मगर इस नामुमकिन द्रश्य को
अपनी ज़िन्दगी का ख्वाब माना है मैने,
जीवन के हर अधूरे सवाल को एक
मुकम्मल जवाब माना है मैने,
आज अकस्मात् ये गुमाँ हो रहा है
वो असंभव मन्ज़िल भी मिलेगी
किसी न किसी रोज़ में,
जैसे मुझको यकीं हो गया हो
आस्माँ को पाने वाला पहला इन्साँ
दरसल निकला था छितिज कि खोज में

(sorry for not being able to use the correct spelling of kshitij,but its due to limited technical awareness rather than the awareness of the lanuage)

WO AUR RASTE KA PATTHAR

2007-08-19T10:40:00.000-07:00

रस्ते के पत्थर
पर पड़ी जो नज़र
उधर से गुज़रते हुए,
खुद को पाया मैने एक
तुलनातमक उड़ान भरते हुए,
विचारो की गहरायी में
अनायास उतरते हुए,
ये निर्जीव पत्थर
कहाँ जानता है,
किसी से इसकी कितनी
अटूट समानता है,
ऐसा जब मेरी
चेतना विचारी,
तो सामने आई
बातें कई सारी,
वो भी इसकी तरह
कठोर,बेजान
जज़्बातो से अंजान,
मिट्टी से गहरा नाता है,
पर इनका मस्तिष्क
ये कहाँ समझ पाता है,
इनमे एक और
बात समान है,
की दोनो के ठोकरो से
अपना दिल घायल
मन परेशान है,
और ये इस बात
से परेशान है,
की ज़माना इन्हे
ठोकर लगा जाता है,
थोड़ा सा हिला इनमे
चलने की हसरत जगा जाता है,
एक और पहलू
जहाँ दोनो में कोई भेद नही,
बाहरी एहसास देखो तो
शिकायत दोनो से है
मगर कोई भीतरी मतभेद नही,

पर सबसे अहम
बात तो ये है
इन्हें अपने पथ में पाके
एक पल के लिए
तो हर कोई रुकता है,

और गर ठोकर
भी लग जाए इनसे
ये दिल उन्हीं की ओर झुकता है

EK ADHOORI KAVITA

2007-08-19T01:26:00.000-07:00

मैं हूँ एक कविता जो सुनी जाने की हसरत लिये बैठी है,
एक चीज़ हूँ ठुकरायी हुई जो चुनी जाने की हसरत लिये बैठी है
हूँ एक नगमा जिसे आवाज़ की चादर ने लपेटा नही है,
एक गीत जो अब तक संगीत की शय्या पे लेटा नही है

या शायद एक एहसास जो महसूस होना चाहे है,
तलाश हूँ कुछ ऐसी जिसमे बन्द ये निगाहें है
एक उड़ान जिसे ख्वाबो की उँचायी हासिल है पर पर नही,
तेरे हाथो किया कत्ल जिसका इल्ज़ाम तेरे सर नही

एक विद्रोह मगर दबा हुआ सा,तूफ़ान एक थमा हुया सा,
साँस है मगर ज़िन्दगी कहाँ है, रगो में खून मगर जमा हुआ सा
एक कहानी जिसे अंजाम मिला पर मंज़िल नही मिली,
एक सफ़र जिसे मुकाम मिला पर मन्ज़िल नही मिली

एक धोका,एक छलावा ये जीवन मेरा
पर मेरा पल पल मरना साँचा है,
और नही कुछ हक़ीक़त मेरे होने की
दर्द में लिपटा एक हाँड़-माँस का ढ़ाँचा है

तुम चाहो तो मेरे दर्द की हदे तय कर लो,
दीवारे चार गिरा दो, सरहदे तय कर लो,
मगर इस तकलीफ़ की नही सीमा कोई
मेरी बोझिल सी आँखें अब भी देख रही है
खुद में अद्रिश्य सी गरिमा कोई

वो कहानी,वो सफ़र मंज़िल भी पायेंगे कभी,
मेरे विद्रोह के तूफ़ान सभी समाज की दीवारो से टकरायेंगे कभी,
मेरी उड़ान साक्शी बनेगी मन वाँछित उँचायी की,
सच्चे इल्ज़ाम,सच्चा इन्साफ़पैगाम लायेंगे सच्चायी की
अजनबी सा एहसास वो सबो के अन्तर्मन से परिचय बनायेगा,
नज़रें देखेंगी मकसद तलाश सार्थक हो पायेगा,
मेरे नगमे और गीत ये कल आवाज़ पायेंगे,
ठुकराये गये है जो आज, कल इकरार-ए-अन्दाज़ पायेंगे,

कितना भी विचलित हो मन
समझाना खुद को ज़रूरी है,
इसलिये मेरी कोशिश जारी है
मेरी कविता अभी अधूरी है