To Chaloun-तो चलूँ

मेरे मतलब का नहीं यह जहाँ तो क्या कुछ देर इसे अपना बना फिर चलूँ
कुछ बहती आँखों से आंसू मिटा चलूँ
उन सिसकती आहों को उन दर्द भरी कराहों को अपना बना चलूँ
रोने वालों की इस दुनिया मैं कुछ हंसी के पल ही लुटा चलूँ

धोखा देती है यह दुनिया, दोस्ती की आड़ लेकर
दर्द भी देती है यह दुनिया तो मोहब्बत का नाम लेकर
गुनाह भी करती है तो इंसानियत का नाम लेकर
धोखेबाज़ बेवफा और हैवान दुनिया मॆं कुछ सच्चे पल ही बिता चलूँ

बस हंसी है मेरे पास जो है आज मेरे पास बस उसको भी लुटा चलूँ
दूसरों के दुख खुद पे ले लूं
पर अपना बोझ किसी पर क्योँ डालूँ
अपने मोती किसी को ना दूंगा
बस और किसी को रोने न दूंगा
जो रोते हैं उनको भी रोने न दूंगा

मेरे मतलब का नहीं यह जहाँ तो क्या कुछ देर इसे अपना बना फिर चलूँ

mere matlab ka nahin yeh jahan to kya kuch der ise apna bana fir chaloon
kuch behti ankhon se aanso mita chaloon
un sisakti aahon ko un dard bhari karaho ko apna bana chaloon
rone walon ki is duniya main kuch hansi ke pal hi luta chaloon

dhokha deti hai yeh duniya, dosti ki aad lekar
dard deti hai yeh duniya mohabbat ke naam par
gunaah bhi karti hai to insaaniyat ka naam lekar
dhokhebaz bewafa aur haivaan duniya main kuch sache pal hi bita chaloun

bus hansi hai mere pass jo hai aaj usko bhi luta chaloon
doosron ke dukh khud pe le loon
par apna bojh kisi pe kyoun daloun
apne moti kisi ko naa doonga
bus aur kisi ko rone na doonga
jo rote hain unko bhi rone na doonga

mere matlab ka nahin yeh jahan to kya kuch der ise apna bana fir chaloon

यह ही सही-Ranjan Rao

तू नहीं तो क्या तेरी याद ही सही
तेरी जुदाई का गम नहीं तो क्या ..तुझे कभी न पाने का एहसास ही सही

हाँ मुश्किल है भुला पाना तुझे पर तुझे भुलाने का फिर एक झूठा प्रयास ही सही
हाँ मुश्किल है तुम बिन जी पाना पर तुम्हारी यादों के सहारे जीने का एक और सच्चा प्रयास ही सही

मुझे दर्द नहीं है तुम्हें खोने का ..पर मुझे दर्द है डरने का
दर्द है मुझे डरने का ..
खुद से डरने का
तुमसे डरने का
इस समाज से डरने का

अभिव्यक्त न कर पाया स्वयं को ..डरता था खुद से कि कैसे कहूँगा कि क्या कहौंगा ..
अभिव्यक्त न कर पाया स्वयं को ..डरता था तुम से कि खो न दूं उस सहज मुस्कान को
सान्निध्य न पा पाया …. क्यूंकि डरता था सब से कि खो न दूं उस सामीप्य को ..
कह न पाया तुम्हें कभी .. क्यूंकि डरता था समाज से कि तुम्हारा जीना मुहाल न कर दें

पर मैं खुश हूँ क्यूंकि तुम खुश हो .वोही मैं चाहता था
वोही मैं चाहता हूँ वोही मैं चाहूँगा
अच्छा है तुम्हीं मेरे ग़म कि खबर नहीं है
तेरी खुशियों का भागीदार न सही तो तेरी खुशियों का खबरदार ही सही..

Coming Up

No doubt TV has profound impact on us. Inspired by the awesome trailers of coming Mahabharat me too leaving a trailer of impending post

Next one will have something to do with risk…long since i undertook some risky venture.

Lets fathom the deep waters of Risk Management and this time i am not gonna be confined to Credit Risk

keep watching this place

I am back…..

Well its been long since i wrote anything on this blog…The lamest excuse i have i was busy …busy what the heck when am I not…

2 months last 2 months have been damn hectic..with ratings not yet out till date (22/06/08 ) and no sight of that in near future. The exam thingy coming and passing on my head with high severity abrasion. Over and above all this attrition hammering and denting my team ruthlessly like a car mechanic.

In the hibernation period (atleast for blogosphere) there occurred many things that i wanted to write on be it the many Klusi Innings in ICL (Lance Klusener of SA for the uninitiated anti cricket morons) and the mano ranjan ka baap IPL, which was full of all drama be it bhajji ka chanta…or be it cheerleads.But there was one news that caught headlines and more importantly caught my eye was Aarushi’s murder. It was something that deeply affected me and more or less makes me write this blog

A school kid cute and adorable, is brutally murdered. Considering that this is NCR this thing wont have caught news for more than a week, but then it’s been more than one month and it is still the headline. Courtesy Noida police and the fourth estate, the media, which is matching Kursk(The russian sub that sank Barent’s Sea) on its last decent.

If one channel showed detective investigators then the other showed an mms her stripping, not to be left behind. What a way to earn trp ratings. Not to forget her dear friend who would have provided the cash guzzler news channel with the mms. How much would the poor innocent girl would have trusted that friend to share such an intimate thing. Such a betrayal and that too even after when she’s not alive.

How strange this world is that on one hand we have people who keep their love letters hidden from this hostile world, as long as they breathe –in their books, their notes just to look them someday when no one will be following them and on the other hand we have friends such as Aarushi’s.

Listening to such stories who’ll believe Rajendra “rahguzar’s ” ghazal given life by jagjit singh’s unparalelled voice “tere khushboo main base khat main jalata kaise”..how strange Eeven stranger, but not surprising was the supposed involvement of her dad…”yehi duniya hia to fir aisi yeh duniya kyoun hai”.

“Honor killing” yes thats the word. It “compromises” the life of someone but is not “objectionable” to our society full of “character assassins”.
How shocking was it to hear these things from an uncouth policeman(ok he’s an IPS, but probably he’s no better than his colleague who stands on traffic signal asking for 100/50bucks in diff ways). That police which doesn’t have the common sense on handling cases. No wonder delhi is so unsafe.

This case is full of twists and tales just like any K serial (my sis told me so- How dare you think I watch K serials) I dont intend to be the Sherlock holmes when there are many on prowl. All I want is that cut the crap and let the dead soul rest in peace, don’t vilify her and let CBI do their job.

May peace come to the little angel’s soul

Initially i wanted to paste a good looking photo that most channels show, but i thought there are better ways of increasing readers count. Good writing, thought process, intentions and hence good journalism being one of them.

On the lines of WSJ number’s guy: this has been the most expensive non political murder investigation so far.

Ghanghor Tapasya Kar le Arjun(घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन) -Ranjan Rao

घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है,
रणक्षेत्र अभी दूर तो क्या , शत्रु समीप ही है,
जीवन दीर्घ तो क्या , कीर्ति क्षणभंगुर ही है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

खोया राज, खोया काज, खोया मान, खोया सम्मान ,
पर मत खो अभिमान, स्वाभिमान, अन्यथा विकट होगा परिणाम ,
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

धर्मराज धर्मजयी तो क्या, सैरंध्री अश्रु बहा रही है
गदाधर महाबली तो क्या, सैरंध्री अश्रु बहा रही है
तू जगज्जयी तो क्या, सैरंध्री अश्रु बहा रही है
सैरंध्री अश्रु बहाती है, मीरा विष पी जाती है, सीता चुप रह जाती है
खुद रो प्रभु को बुलाती हैं, सब को ढ़ाढ़स बंधाती हैं
पर जब लाज पे बन आये तो दुर्गा भी बन जाती हैं
दुर्गा न भी बन पाएं तो ज्वालामुखी बन जाती हैं
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, ज्वालामुखी अभी सोया नहीं है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

जब बात पौरूष की आती है, निज शक्ति ही काम आती है
मातृ, भ्रातृ, पितृ व मित्र की शक्ति पीछे छूट जाती है
ज्वाला भभक उठती है ह्रदय मॆं जो पौरूष को पुरुष बनाती है
पुरुष नहीं अभी तो क्या, रूप नपुंसक तो क्या, अर्जुन पौरूष अभी मरा नहीं है
उस ज्वाला का आह्वाहन कर ले अर्जुन वो ज्वाला अभी उठी नहीं है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

रण होगा अवश्य होगा, धर्म शांति चाहे तो भी होगा
परिजन प्रेम रोके तू खुद को टोके तो भी होगा
गुरु विवश हैं तात विवश हैं सब विवश हैं
रण होगा अवश्य होगा, तू कितना भी रोके रण होगा
रण होगा, कर्ण होगा,
द्रोण होगा अश्वाथ्थामा होगा
रण होगा रणवीर होंगे
गुरु होंगे बंधु होंगे बांधव होंगे
सुभद्रा प्रेम होगा, तू दुर्बल होगा
घनघोर तपस्या करले अर्जुन संबल अभी मिला nahin है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

तू हुआ तो तू होगा, तू न हुआ तो भी तू होगा
वीरों को भांति लड़ा तो तू सदैव तू होगा
निर्बल रणक्षेत्र पहुंचा तो तू नहीं होगा
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन तू अभी तू नहीं है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

पाशुपत विजय नहीं विजय पथ है
वो जयद्रथ नहीं जयरथ है
वो पथिक नहीं दुर्गम पथ है
पाशुपत अस्त्र नहीं वस्त्र है
वो शक्ति नहीं भक्ति है
वो बल नहीं संबल है
वो सिर्फ शिव नहीं विष भी है
शक्ति से मदांध कर सकता है
सैरंध्री को अश्रुविहीन कर सकता है
सबपे विजय प्राप्त कर सकता है
किन्तु स्वयं पे?स्वयं पे?
स्वयं पे विजय तपस्या दिलायगी
दुर्बलो से प्रेम करवाएगी,
न्याय धर्म का मार्ग दिखायेगी
अन्धकार मैं मार्ग सुझायेगी
प्रकाश हो अन्धकार हो वो मार्ग रहेगा
तू उस मार्ग पर चल वो मार्ग अभी दिखा नहीं है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है
घनघोर तपस्या कर ले अर्जुन, पाशुपत अभी मिला नहीं है|

Ds Missing In My Life

D’s Missing In my life

Last saturDay (29/03/0 I happeneD to reaD a blog of one of my freinD’s frienD. It haD a post titleD “Things i miss most”. Wow!! a topic so common yet so uncommon to the blogosphere, afterall human beings as species Define their reality through miseries.
It immeDiately occureD to me to ape, afterall there is nothing wrong in copying gooD things. So there I began collating my thoughts while zapping through NH8 on my bike. The first noun that came to my minD was a guy, a geek, whom i haven’t starteD missing but i know i will be. Yes, he will be leaving me very soon.How much i will be missing him anD why so, no one incluDing him anD even I cann’t unDerstanD, till the time the feelings are quantifieD anD the whims of heart are moDelleD. No matter how much far fetcheD it is, I still believe if he applies himself at it he can Do it. Again, that is just supporting Details, what is more important is that his name starts with D. Yes D.
Segmentation anD classification which come naturally to me leD me to conclusion that at this stage of my life, things that i miss most have some D component.Yes D.

“So there I go playing Star Again”

1. Dost Log: Few but very close frienDs. True to Amex philosophy. The first D that comes to my minD is( i know whom you are thinking of, no its not her) is Debaraya Sarkar, yet another Bong. It’s been 2 years since saw him in person, he who stooD beinD me supporting anD guiDing me at every step During my well surprisingly lonely college Days. I still remember that Despite of my 20 hr workDay in college i coulDnt achieve what i DesireD he saiD Dont worry. I wonDer how easy or Difficult it woulD have been for him to say that knowing the saga. Even though we gtalk or gmail regularly but i miss him a lot. He owes a lot of parties to me but its just that we Dont meet up in person because of globe trotting.
Then there is DDT(Dulli DaDa From Timarpur ) aka vipin. KinDa lost touch with him since he went to IIM A but we haD terrific times in school. Both haD our tales of escapaDes. Neither I call him nor Does he. We are too busy going forwarD in our lives that we have completely forgotton that shareD past . Then there is DD(Dimagh ke ghoDe mat DauDao) Dua DuDe. Amazing english, bilkul american(although I have the Distinction of an american association first).

2. DD Serials: Unless you like those Krappy KK serials by eKta Kapoor, I bet you will miss masterpieces like BuniyaD, Stoneboy, Chekhov ki Duniya or Kathasagar or the legenDary Byomkesh Bakshi.Not to forget SUPER DUPER HIT FLOPSHOW. These serials still echo when a painful fit of life hits my life anD parallel is Drawn in my minD with them.

3. DTC bus pass: Who says there is no free lunch. There is breakfast lunch anD Dinner, if you own it. IF I have to choose between a DTC bus pass anD H1B no Doubt I will choose the former. Can you imagine a pass for 20Rs /per month when you spenD more than that on one Day one way trip to your college. The entertainment benefits of clowns are not to be misseD. So what if you have to stanD on stairs or even hang yourself on the conDuctor’s winDow, but in such a Drab life what else can be a better way of keeping yourself fit anD your life full of aDventurous

4. Delhi: WTF you stay in Delhi man!!! blooDy hell i spenD most of my time on NH8 anD the riDge traveling. Delhi, to me, is not the swanky anD flashy malls it is in the olD Delhi, ballimaran, nai saDak, Dareeban kalan. You just neeD the eyes to see that. AnD yes Dont know what has happeneD in my life but somehow i have faileD to see those pretty Delhi gals or may the black magic of Kolkata is still on me or may be i finD them too immature or non intelectual or hostile or whatever. I think i am past all these things.
Isi baat pe ghalib ho jaye (ala bheja fry 7up try, my own version of it is Dil cry, Ghalib try ha ha )
“Kalkatte ka jo tune zikr kiya hamnasheen teer laga seeDha Dil main”.

5. D-114:This was room no. in BH1. Even though i got all my jobs (3 if you allow me to boast) anD enjoyeD most in A-311, but i miss D-114 because. This is the room where i workeD 20 hr Day for almost an enitre sem. MaDDening yet enjoyable in spite of the failures. There comes a stage in every man’s live when he starts enjoying his failures because he knows that they are the stepping stones for a future. His heart aches Day in anD Day out but he stops feeling that pain if not enjoying. To him everything else apart from his Dear Dream becomes suborDinate. He realizes that all philosophies were expounDeD by great men unDer a set of conDitions which may not apply to him anD he starts reDefining the atomoic premises of worlDly theories accorDing to him.He gets the balls to stanD for his convictions, if he DiDn’t have them earlier as opposeD to stanDing against something. May be I experienceD the sparks of all these myself in that room. Of course the occasional visits of college fauna(frogs anD some other creatures which my poor zoology Doesnt allow me to recognize) anD breaking of winDow panes by my frienDs in the footballers/cricketers in the aDjoining baDminton court was not to be forgotton. NeeDless to say running 2000 W speaker on full volume, listening to linkin park anD RATM at 6.00 am in the morning as alarm is something that I Dont think will be possible ever again. This was the sem where i took some extreme steps anD riskiest bets of my life which paiD heavily at immiDeately but haD to suffer huge losses later on. But yes this room, its Door its broken winDow ahD the scheDule i liveD is still there in my minD. I want to relive that again. My poem Ghanghor tapasya kar le arjun is just the poemification of those Days.

6. Dil Dosti Etc: Romanticism in one form or another has been always a part of my life. ToDay, I miss all those whom I truly loveD(apart from close ones, with whom I am always in touch). Although not many only 3(only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), i still wish that I haD the courage to stanD up anD say to at this time, “hey lets have the same equation for the wave of life”, but then there are principles which are to be helD high in all cases. Even though the equation was effectively the same, however the problem was phase only a Difference of 2pi or 360Degree. Similar yet not same. Realization of similar anD same can be really Disheartening. Well saiD by Shiv KheDa “The saDDest worDs in life are what if…..”. The 2 D’s are significant in the caption. A backfitting. All I can say now is “Iss Umeed pe jee rahe hain ….tumse milne ki hasrat reh na jaye “

7. DCE/NSIT: Its kinDa backfitting again, to bring a D but yes i Do miss my college, NSIT. Hostel life was a separate thing, but the interesting Days in the college garDen, or the Discovery of what I am or better what I am not is something that i always miss. I learnt that failures are only phases which just pass away. Well haD i stayeD at home for my whole life then I Dont know what i woulD have been if have been at all. As for backfitting, aren’t all philosphies anD theoretical proofs if not theories themselves are backfitting to the worlD as it exists toDay.

8. Daru/Dance Parties/DJs/Fests: I always say for practical purposes I am not a Drinker but I Do enjoy the hostel fests or Dance parties or Dj parties what ever u may call them but were essentially Daru parties in Diff forms. I concentrateD the fun of Drinkers by Drinking many cups of coke pepsi or any other Drink with which can be useD to Dilute the leit motif. Something is in the ambience of these parties which make me lose myself anD Dance like maDs(aDmitteD i Dont have great pair of feet) but still un parties ki baat hi kuch aur thi. I kinDa trieD to relive them at Stix or purple haze in bangalore but then things proviDeD free anD when in college have a charm which cann’t be matcheD by any sum of money.
9. D company: Sometimes while stanDing in the queue or when inDuctis Doesn’t clear my 1 year olD expenses or when my current salary account’s bank Delays my salary transfer i wish if not DawooD Ibrahim ,i shoulD have been in his D company. No tension of all this crap in life anD that too the aDDeD fun of an extremely aDventurous life. You may say the risks are huge but then the returns beat the risk hanDs Down. Man they neeD geeks like me. Cheap fun of hacking, virus has fascinateD me in past anD i think these guys are best customers for any analytics shop. People Do preDictive analytics for frauD prevention. I wonDer why hasnt someone trieD hanDs at preDicitve anti frauD Detection algorithms or anything that support these poor technically challengeD fellows. I wonDer will the kiDs of these guys also get a quota in our country. Its very much possible. These guys are influence, affect elections at each every level, probably more than those illegal refugees in our country or those casteists. Imagine for a seconD you are stuDying in IIT with D’s granDson or Chota Rajan’s cousin’s son.

10. Dinosaurs: This one comes from 5 point someone. Well even I wish Dinosaurs shoulnt have left us or coulD come in our moments of embarassment. These things are beyonD our control but we can always wish anD miss the T-Rex. Thanks to Steve anD Crichton we still have hopes. May be someDay one Dinosaur will apprate when I want it to. Till then i will keep on reaDing this blog. You are aDviseD to Do the same as well.

मरूं तो मैं किसी चेहरे में रंग भर जाऊं / अहमद नदीम काज़मी

मरूँ तो मैं किसी चेहरे में रंग भर जाऊँ|
नदीम! काश यही एक काम कर जाऊँ|
ये दश्त-ए-तर्क-ए-मुहब्बत ये तेरे क़ुर्ब की प्यास,
जो इज़ाँ हो तो तेरी याद से गुज़र जाऊँ|
मेरा वजूद मेरी रूह को पुकारता है,
तेरी तरफ़ भी चलूं तो ठहर ठहर जाऊँ|
तेरे जमाल का परतो है सब हसीनों पर
कहाँ कहाँ तुझे ढूंढूँ किधर किधर जाऊँ|
मैं ज़िन्दा था कि तेरा इन्तज़ार ख़त्म न हो,
जो तू मिला है तो अब सोचता हूँ मर जाऊँ|
ये सोचता हूं कि मैं बुत-परस्त क्यूँ न हुआ,
तुझे क़रीब जो पाऊँ तो ख़ुद से डर जाऊँ|
किसी चमन में बस इस ख़ौफ़ से गुज़र न हुआ,
किसी कली पे न भूले से पाँव धर जाऊँ|
ये जी में आती है, तख़्लीक़-ए-फ़न के लम्हों में,
कि ख़ून बन के रग-ए-संग में उतर जाऊँ|

एक पगली लड़की के बिन / कुमार विश्वास

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First time i learnt what it means to hear from the horse’s mouth. The poet effusively recited the poem that it made us feel that it resonates at the frequency of our previous states. You can watch its videos @

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अमावस की काली रातों में दिल का दरवाजा खुलता है,
जब दर्द की प्याली रातों में गम आंसू के संग होते हैं,
जब पिछवाड़े के कमरे में हम निपट अकेले होते हैं,
जब घड़ियाँ टिक-टिक चलती हैं,सब सोते हैं, हम रोते हैं,
जब बार-बार दोहराने से सारी यादें चुक जाती हैं,
जब ऊँच-नीच समझाने में माथे की नस दुःख जाती है,
तब एक पगली लड़की के बिन जीना गद्दारी लगता है,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है।

जब पोथे खाली होते है, जब हर सवाली होते हैं,
जब गज़लें रास नही आती, अफ़साने गाली होते हैं,
जब बासी फीकी धूप समेटे दिन जल्दी ढल जता है,
जब सूरज का लश्कर चाहत से गलियों में देर से जाता है,
जब जल्दी घर जाने की इच्छा मन ही मन घुट जाती है,
जब कालेज से घर लाने वाली पहली बस छुट जाती है,
जब बेमन से खाना खाने पर माँ गुस्सा हो जाती है,
जब लाख मन करने पर भी पारो पढ़ने आ जाती है,
जब अपना हर मनचाहा काम कोई लाचारी लगता है,
तब एक पगली लड़की के बिन जीना गद्दारी लगता है,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है।

जब कमरे में सन्नाटे की आवाज़ सुनाई देती है,
जब दर्पण में आंखों के नीचे झाई दिखाई देती है,
जब बड़की भाभी कहती हैं, कुछ सेहत का भी ध्यान करो,
क्या लिखते हो दिन भर, कुछ सपनों का भी सम्मान करो,
जब बाबा वाली बैठक में कुछ रिश्ते वाले आते हैं,
जब बाबा हमें बुलाते है,हम जाते हैं,घबराते हैं,
जब साड़ी पहने एक लड़की का फोटो लाया जाता है,
जब भाभी हमें मनाती हैं, फोटो दिखलाया जाता है,
जब सारे घर का समझाना हमको फनकारी लगता है,
तब एक पगली लड़की के बिन जीना गद्दारी लगता है,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है।

दीदी कहती हैं उस पगली लडकी की कुछ औकात नहीं,
उसके दिल में भैया तेरे जैसे प्यारे जज़्बात नहीं,
वो पगली लड़की एक दिन मेरे लिए भूखी रहती है,
चुप चुप सारे व्रत करती है, मगर मुझसे कुछ ना कहती है,
जो पगली लडकी कहती है, हाँ प्यार तुझी से करती हूँ,
लेकिन मैं हूँ मजबूर बहुत, अम्मा-बाबा से डरती हूँ,
उस पगली लड़की पर अपना कुछ अधिकार नहीं बाबा,
ये कथा-कहानी-किस्से हैं, कुछ भी सार नहीं बाबा,
बस उस पगली लडकी के संग जीना फुलवारी लगता है,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है |||

Let it be

Well every day we wake up and go to school college office or wherever our WORK requires. Work yes work, thats what we do most of our lives. But did it ever come to us or we ever thought that apart from earning our livelihood why do we go to work?
Well if that had been the case then none of those whose name apears in forbes list would have gone the next day.
Then why?
This year in the starting i thought of finding reason by taking the leaves and doing nothing. Yes nothing.
Will have to admit that initially it was a great feeling to wake up and and see the sun rise and see it setting too, just like a full life cycle. but later on it was the same again and again. Since i was not to do anything i did not touch books as well, but music is too tempting to resist and listening to music along with watching the birds and bangalore dogs play (read fight) was also another interesting activity but these things cfelt like an overdose within a day.
Then a question which may be our busy schedules dont let us think came to my mind. Who I am? where did i come from? Am i the result of some past and ongoing biological events and processes or beyond that or have degenerated to a mere manifestation of human reality.
When the word human reality came to my mind the next question was even tougher, everything that i see when i am awake is that real??What about those thoughts that people dream, what about the world that exists in their dreams, these two might be mutually disjoint sets or may with negligible intersection but then the questions were getting harder.
I always believe past and present are immaterial as compared to future so hte next thought was where do go from here??
I still haven’t got the answers of these questions which burn in my mind just like a splinter but with the passage of time i have found that
its better to be busy with work and “be normal” rather than delving in pursuits with no ends, after all it is the future that I am always interested in, but still will say
Let there be future ,let there be light and finally the beatles song “Let it be..”

Andhere ka deepak

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You wont even feel it, unless you have been through similar situations. For that matter it seems even more derog than a mortal to try to understand a poem. What if ur someone special comes to ask you the meaning of this peom when you are in class IX

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अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?

कल्पना के हाथ से कमनीय जो मंदिर बना था,
भावना के हाथ ने जिसमें वितानो को तना था,
स्वप्न ने अपने करों से था रुचि से संवारा,
स्वर्ग के दुष्प्राप्य रंगो से, रसों से जो सना था,
ढह गया वह तो जुटा कर ईंट, पत्थर, कंकडों को,
एक अपनी शांति की कुटिया बनाना कब मना है?
अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?

बादलों के अश्रु से धोया गया नभनील नीलम,
का बनाया था गया मधुपात्र मनमोहक, मनोरम,
प्रथम ऊषा की लालिमा सी लाल मदिरा,
थी उसी में चमचमाती नव घनों में चंचला सम,
वह अगर टूटा हाथ की मिला कर दोनो हथेली,
एक निर्मल स्रोत से तृष्णा बुझाना कब मना है?
अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?

क्या घडी थी एक भी चिंता नहीं थी पास आई,
कालिमा तो दूर, छाया भी पलक पर थी न छायी,
आंख से मस्ती झपकती, बात से मस्ती टपकती,
थी हंसी ऐसी जिसे सुन बादलों ने शर्म खायी,
वह गई तो ले गई उल्लास के आधार माना,
पर अथिरता की समय पर मुस्कुराना कब मना है?
अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?

हाय, वे उन्माद के झोंके कि जिनमें राग जागा,
वैभवों से फेर आंखें गान का वरदान मांगा
एक अंतर से ध्वनित हो दूसरे में जो निरन्तर,
भर दिया अंबर अवनि को मत्तता के गीत गा गा,
अंत उनका हो गया तो मन बहलाने के लिये ही,
ले अधूरी पंक्ति कोई गुनगुनाना कब मना है?

अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?

हाय वे साथी की चुम्बक लौह से जो पास आये,
पास क्या आए, कि ह्र्दय के बीच ही गोया समाये,
दिन कटे ऐसे कि कोई तार वीणा के मिलाकर,
एक मीठा और प्यारा ज़िन्दगी का गीत गाए,
वे गए तो सोच कर ये लौटने वाले नहीं वे,
खोज मन का मीत कोई लौ लगाना कब मना है?
अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?

क्या हवांए थी कि उजडा प्यार का वह आशियाना
कुछ न आया काम तेरा शोर करना, गुल मचाना,
नाश की उन शक्तियों के साथ चलता ज़ोर किसका?
किंतु ऎ निर्माण के प्रतिनिधि, तुझे होगा बताना,
जो बसे हैं वे उजडते हैं प्रकृति के जड नियम से
पर किसी उजडे हुए को फिर बसाना कब मना है?
अंधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?