Kabhi jo mango woh de diya kar zindagi.
Kabi to meri Maa ke tarh ban.
Town boy lands up in a mega city. . meets a girls. Culture clash .complication arise. plot thickens. a saga of sex,Violence,crime,deception & betrayal which is thrilling, pulsating and keep u hooked to computer. Read on.................
Let me simply be your friend
Ode
to SIFT (STEP IN FOR TORTURE)
I was
21, and I was having fun,
Life
was on, till the end of B.Com.
It was
that day when I lost my way
Successful I wanted to be, and I entered SIFT,
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE.
I
wished to live a 100 years,
But
there my failure, here my tears.
Before
grievance had found a vent,
My
backlogs had caused my end.
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE
Bury me
deep, four feet deep,
So that
I can sleep,
Put my
backlogs on my head,
And
tell Mr. Chopra, that’s why I’m dead.
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE
In the
mill of presentations,
My head
got crushed,
My
energy got flushed……………..
Hola!
Adios! Que Tal?
Spanish
makes me muy mal!
Oh!
Mrs. Maria please do know
Espanol
adds to my woe.
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE
EVA,
Leverage and Corporate Tax
Oh!
This burden on my back
Finance! Not my Knack!
Oh! Mr.
Limaye please relax!
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE
Windows, Explore andd Mouse
My joy
do they cloud
ERP,
E-Com, Y2K
Here I
go Mr. Gupte.
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE
Now I’m
dead,
And on
my tomb a not so true
Leaves
the SIFTians , so sad, so blue
“Here
lies the incredible man
Who had
so lovely plans
Who’s
efforts without fault
Yet the
result not worth the salt,
Who
left for heavenly abode so soon
For
SIFT have given him
An
academic doom.
STEP IN
FOR TORTURE
उरूजे कामयाबी पर कभी हिन्दोस्ताँ होगा
रिहा सैयाद के हाथों से अपना आशियाँ होगा
चखाएँगे मज़ा बर्बादिए गुलशन का गुलचीं को
बहार आ जाएगी उस दम जब अपना बाग़बाँ होगा
ये आए दिन की छेड़ अच्छी नहीं ऐ ख़ंजरे क़ातिल
पता कब फ़ैसला उनके हमारे दरमियाँ होगा
जुदा मत हो मेरे पहलू से ऐ दर्दे वतन हरगिज़
न जाने बाद मुर्दन मैं कहाँ औ तू कहाँ होगा
वतन की आबरू का पास देखें कौन करता है
सुना है आज मक़तल में हमारा इम्तिहाँ होगा
शहीदों की चिताओं पर लगेगें हर बरस मेले
वतन पर मरनेवालों का यही बाक़ी निशाँ होगा
कभी वह दिन भी आएगा जब अपना राज देखेंगे
जब अपनी ही ज़मीं होगी और अपना आसमाँ होगा
रचनाकाल : 1916
किसके लिये लिखूँ मैं
है कोई इसे पढ़ने वाला
है कोई इसे समझने वाला
है कोई इसे जीने वाला
खो जाएँगे यह भी लाखों की भीड़ में कहीं
बिन कहे अपना पूरा सच
बिन जिए अपने अधूरे सपने
कैसी नींद है यह
कुछ ख़याल सोते नहीं
कुछ पलकें झपकती नहीं
बदली सी मचलती है
इन आँखों को थकाकर
फिर ओझल हो जाती है
कहीं रात के अंधेरे में
बाट देखते, इंतज़ार करते
चाँदनी समेट लेती है
थाम लेती है चंचल मन को
Alone at night
With just vodka for company
One full glass
Thoughts run amok
North Pole to the south
In all directions
So many perspectives
Emerge, merge and then disappear
One after another
Making you realise
Nothing is worth the struggle
To seek yourself
This one night
Lonely dark desolate and sad
Is your reality
किस भीड़ में खोये हो
किस राह की तलाश है
किस मंज़र का इंतज़ार है
ना होगी कोई दस्तक
ना होगी कोई खटक
बस बेगाने कभी अपने ही चलेंगे
और कभी अपने पराये
ढूँढो खुद को इस भीड़ मे
तराशो अपना रास्ता
मोड़ तो बहुत आयेंगे
पर सन्नाटे में, द्वंद में
उन अंधेरी तन्हा गलियों में
हमेशा अकेले ही ख़ुद तो पाओगे
muñh kī baat sune har koī dil ke dard ko jaane kaun
āvāzoñ ke bāzāroñ meñ ḳhāmoshī pahchāne kaun
This mismatch between the mouth and heart grows as we grow up. In fact this is the real growing up we need to do, to hide and pretend.
A child never pretends, we make games and play situation so they learn to pretend , to think and act what they aren't .
We call it encouraging creativity but we are teaching to them to pretend.
Grown up are defined by the level of pretence kept and maintained by us. We have a version of our self to all people around us. Each person around us maintaines a version of us and we try to project a version to each of them.
This could be the actual multiverse concept. We are living the multiple version of ourself for others.
Only the " self" knows the real version or in most case some part of it. We ourself can't predict what we will do when faced with situation never faced before.Will we fight or flight, empathize or ignore?
And for this only the poet says:
vo merī parchhā.īñ hai yā maiñ us kā ā.īna huuñ
mere hī ghar meñ rahtā hai mujh jaisā hī jaane kaun.
Was trawling the web when came across this at http://avinashkishoreshahi.wordpress.com/2008/06/29/babul-tum-bagiyaa-ke-taruvar-gopal-singh-nepali-dharmyug-1957/ . Really liked the poetry -
Babul Tum Bagiyaa Ke Taruvar (Gopal Singh Nepali, Dharmyug 1957)
Babul tum bagiya ke taruvar, ham taruvar ki chidiyaan re
Dana chugte ud jaayen ham, piya milan ki ghadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Babul tum bagiya ke taruvar…….
Aankhon se aansoo nikle to peechhe take nahi mudke
Ghar ki kanya ban ka panchhi, firein na daali se udke
Baaji haari hui triya ki
Janam-janam saugaat piya ki
Babul tum goonge naina, ham aanso ki fuljhadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Hamko sudh na janam ke pehle, apni kahan ataari thi
Aankh khuli to nabh ke neeche, ham the god tumhaari thi
Aisa tha wah rain-basera
Jahan saanjh bhi lage savera
Babul tum giriraj Himalaya, ham jharnon ki kadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Chhitraaye nau lakh sitaare, teri nabh ki chhaya mein
Mandir-moorat, teerath dekhe, hamne teri kaaya mein
Dukh mein bhi hamne sukh dekha
Tumne bas kanya mukh dekha
Babul tum kulvansh kamal ho, ham komal pnkhudiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Bachpan ke bholepan par jab, chhitke rang jawani ke
Pyas preeti ki jaagi to ham, meen bane bin paani ke
Janam-janam ke pyase naina
Chahe nahin kunwaare rehna
Babul dhoondh firo tum hamko, ham dhoondhe bawariya re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Chadhti umar badhi to kul-maryada se ja takrayi
Pagdi girne ke dar se, duniya ja doli le aayi
Man roya, goonji shehnai
Nayan bahein, chunri pehnayi
Pehnayi chunri suhaag ki, ya daali hathkadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Mantra padhe sau sadi purane, reet nibhai preet nahi
Tan ka sauda kar ke bhi to, paya man ka meet nahi
Gaan phool sa, kaante pag mein
Jag ke liye jiye ham jag mein
Babul tum pagdi samaj ke, ham path ki kankadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Maang rachi aansoo ke upar, ghoonghat geeli aankhon par
Byah naam se yah leela zaahir karwayi laakhon par
…..
….
…
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Neh laga to naiihar chhoota, piya mile bichhudi sakhiyaan
Pyar batakar peer mili to neer banin footi aankhiyaan
Hui chalakar chaal purani
Nayi jawani paani paani
Chali manane chir vasant mein, jyon sawan ki jhadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Dekha jo sasural pahunchkar, to duniya hi nyari thi
Phoolon sa tha desh hara, par kaanto ki phulwari thi
Kehne ko saare apne the
Par din dopahar ke sapne the
Mili naam par komalta ke, kewal naram kankadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Ved shashtra the likhe purush ke, mushkil tha bachkar jaana
Haara daanv bacha lene ko, pati ko parmeshwar jaana
Dulhan banker diya jalaya
Dasi banker ghar bar chalaya
Maa banker mamta baanti to, mahal bani jhonpadiya re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Man ki sez sula priyatam ko, deep nayan ka mand kia
Chhuda jagat se apne ko, sindur bindu mein band kia
Zanzeeron mein baandha tan ko
Tyag-raag se saadha man ko
Panchhi ke ud jaane par hi, kholi nayan kiwadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Janam lia to jale pita-maa, yauvan khila nanad-bhabhi
Byah racha to jala muhalla, putra hua to bandhya bhi
Jale hriday ke andar naari
Us par bahar duniya saari
Mar jaane par bhi marghat mein, jal-jal uthi lakadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
Janam-janam jag ke nakhre par, saj-dhajkar jaayen vaari
Fir bhi samjhe gaye raat-din ham tadan ke adhikaari
Pehle gaye piya jo hamse
Adham bane ham yahan adham se
Pehle hi ham chal basein, to fir jag baatein rewadiyaan re
Ud jaayen to laut na aayen, jyon moti ki ladiyaan re
In Yankee Land
Some people just don't get it -:) imagine your grandfather in Bermudas with black knee length nylon socks.
Now imagine the same grandfather chairing your monthly review meeting. i have to endure this ordeal every month.
I cannot figure is it age or just the side-effect of Yankee land. it is one thing to be inspired by the surrounding and QUITE another to become the surrounding.
In case any more information required feel free to drop line at at attaboy@gmail.com
For all those who have the fortune of spending their time at Kendriya Vidyalayas or KV's -
The eternal song which we have to "croon" under hot sun at 9.30 and at all annual functions was "Bharat ka Swarnim Gaurav Kendriya Vidyalaya Layega"( roughly translated " The golden age of India will be brought by Bright kids of KV).
I dunno how much I contributed in bringing the "Golden age of India" but had my more than fair share in bringing cacophony to already disoriented singing in school times.
We few friends deliberately either upped or lowered the tempo to make the whole singing more fun for us and frustating for our dedicated music teacher. I believe the major reason for her grey hairs.
This is an public apology for all the grey hairs. sorry madam!!