जिंदगी से मांगो जिंदगी से ज्यादा

जब मैं घुटनों के बल चलता था
और टूटे फूटे शब्द बोलता था
जो सिर्फ माँ समझती थी

उन दिनों एक रोज्  यूँ हुआ था
माँ से लिपटकर मैं चाँद की जिद्द कर बैठा था
खिलौना समझ माँगा था
और अपनी जिद्द पर ऐंठा था
फर्श पे लोट चाँद चाँद चिल्लाता था
तब माँ थी
थाली में चाँद उतार लाती थी
अब चाँद है, जिद्द है
पर माँ कहा

माँ मैं अब भी वैसे ही रोता  हूँ
माँ मैं अब भी वैसा ही जिद्दी हूँ
पर अब वो थाली
वो घुटनों का चलना कहाँ

मांगो  न मांगो अब वो चाँद मिलता नहीं
तुम लाख चिल्लाओ
फर्श पे लेटो या खाना ना खाओ
थाली में अब वो चाँद उतरता नहीं

बोलो बोलो वो रंग कौनसा

रंग ही रंग चारों ओर
बोलो बोलो हर रंग कौनसा

कोई हमे बतलाये माँ के प्यार का रंग कौनसा ?
माँ जब सर पे हाथ फिराए तो माथे का रंग कौनसा ?
सुबह से सांझ सूरज का रंग  कौनसा ?
उसकी हंसी का रंग कौनसा ?
उसकी हंसी पे मेरी खुशी का रंग कौनसा ?
सावन की ठंडी फुहार का रंग कौनसा ?
कोमल एड़ी से दबी मिट्टी का रंग कौनसा ?
बोलो बोलो बचपन का रंग कौनसा  ?

कुछ बातों का रंग मुझको बतला दो
इन बातों का रंग मुझको बतला दो

वो गली जो बिन कहे  मुढ जाती है
वो शाम जब वो बिन कहे आ जाती है
वो रात जो तारों  में घुल जाती है
वो बात जो बस होठों पे रह जाती है
वो रंगोली जो बस आधी ही बन पाती है
वो सुबह की चाय जो साँसों में चढ जाती है
वो ओस जो पत्ते से बिन कहे ढलक  जाती है
वो नन्ही उम्मीद जो अकेले फलक तक दौड जाती है
वो मेले में खिलौना सा
वो बचपन सलोना सा
माँ की गोद में सोने का
नंगे  पाँव दौड़ने का
और वो एहसास तेरे और मेरे होने का
वो रंग कौनसा
बोलो बोलो वो रंग कौनसा

LAST CIGARETTE

You never know which your last cigarette is but I am writing this on my conscience's will power that one in my hand would be my last.
Life will give me many chances but it’s on me how I'll take them .
It desolates you, kills you, burns your lungs, blackens your teeth but still I like it .The only thing which reaches my mind with this minimum amount of effort.It touches me, gives me the "Tatvamasi" feeling.
But other part of my brain says you have to leave it not for yourselves but for others who depend on you .

It abducts your consciousness, the red firefly, smiling with burns on body .It rises up in your head flows in  your veins and get transformed into your actions .
I want to leave it but my oscillating consciousness doesn't allow me to do so .
My sleeping veins wake up when these drags reach my head and my poor hand writing is witnessing it .
Are you with me? I asked my consciousness.
"Yes i am there for you ".it answered
But why are you dancing??
"Because you gave me a puff ".it answered .
It feels nice when you talk to yourselves. Can meditation provide this? I don't know.

I have a pic of Salman Rushdie on my desktop in which he is holding a cigarette and even Shahrukh smokes .Is it necessary to be a smoker to be on top ?
I almost shouted this question and this question jumped to the world but nobody was there to answer.Perhaps this loneliness forces you to smoke and you keep on smoking even when people are around you, to be loyal with your friend who was with you when you were alone .
Why I am trying to leave smoking when I know that I can’t. It’s a battle and in this  deserted battlefield I can see only myself standing on the other side. 

I don't know who will win tobacco wrapped in a paper  or life but what I know is that I am always playing with life burning it ,dipping it sometimes into ice sometimes sipping it with cold drink and sometimes with soda  .You know me for what i did not for what I drank or puffed. Conscience smiles again .

 

My teacher once said "Life is a tragedy for those who feel and comedy for those who think.”I am confused I can do both. First I think about my love and then start feeling it .Feeling is always wrapped in thinking and you take drags of it .Huh….. cigarette again becomes metaphor of life. Now I smile with my complete existence .

While comparing Life with Cigarette another quote rushes through my mind this one is from a video made by an IITian . My two year stay in  this college gave me another habit ,habit of copying things from IIT and then releasing their poor improvised versions . It said something like this " Life is like a puff of smoke , it comes from nowhere and goes into nowhere , all you can do is rise as high with it as possible and then disappear..."

 

In the end I just want to say if life is a cigarette then always take drag of your life as hard as you can before anyone asks for it.

Interesting Fact :-Article is Dedicated to all my friends who smoke and you may be surprised to know that  i don't a smoke .I wrote this article in my hostel room and major part is fiction .Reason behind writing was  to test that how my friends feel when I say them to leave smoking .

Statutory warning : Smoking is injurious to health .

facebook पर मिलता नहीं

लैपटॉप के आगे बैठे जलती आँखों में,   

 किसी के आने के इंतज़ार  रहते है ,      
उसमे कुछ मेरे यार रहते है,

अब इन खटकते खट्को में
दिल कहीं धड़कते नहीं ,
अब इन smiley की smile में
हम क्यों उतना हस्ते नहीं ,
हजारों  है वेबसाइट    
पर अब दिल बहलते नहीं ,

 chatting में खूब बतियाते है
पर सामने कभी मिलते नहीं ,

म्यूजिक प्लयेर के गानों में 

ढोलक ताली वाली बात नहीं ,
facebook के कमेन्ट में
वो हॉस्टल की गाली वाली बात नहीं ,   
माँ के कहने पर भी
अब बाहर  टहलते क्यों नहीं ,
वो रंग ,वो शामे ,वो गलियाँ ,वो बातें
वो चौखट के टप्पे  ,  
वो नुक्कड़ की गप्पे
और उनका शाम को  छत  पर आना
facebook पर मिलता नहीं ............

माटी की सौन्धियाहट अब भी कहीं बाकी है

              मैक डॉनल्ड के बर्गर पर भी

        नुक्कड़ का समोंसा  जबाँ से हटा नहीं पाते हो ना ,

              वाडीलाल की आइसक्रीम पर भी घर को जाते

            मीठा पान पैक करवाते हो ना  ,

          अंग्रेजी बोलते बोलते

         गाली हिंदी में दे जाते हो  ना ,

                                                   

   मिनी स्कर्टो के दौर में भी

          किसी सलवार सूट वाली पर मर जाते हो ना ,

             अब भी चुप चुप कर 

             सारा अचार चट कर जाते हो ना  ,

             ccd की कॉफ़ी में 

             चुस्कियां थडी  की नहीं भूल पाते हो ना  ,

             

            नए नए लैपटॉप पर अब भी 

             माँ से पूजा करवाते हो ना  ,

             किसी  हॉलीवुड मोशनल पर

             एमोशनल इंडियन बन जाते हो ना  ,

             रॉक म्यूजिक  सुनते सुनते

              कभी कभी गुलज़ार में खो जाते हो ना ,

             नयी नयी गाडी पर अब भी

              निम्बू मिर्ची टन्गाते हो ना ,

             

                                                   लाख इत्र लगाने पर भी माटी की खुशबू जाती नहीं,

             

              पूछो  खुद से तो जवाब नहीं मिलता 

क्यों  एसमएस  में अब भी शायरियाँ बाकी रह जाती है ,

            क्यों फ्रिज के दौर में सुराही अब भी ठंडी है ,

            क्यों हाई हील में अब भी चूड़ी बिंदियाँ बाकी है ,

            मै  लाख भुलाता हूँ उसको पर अल्हड देशी रह जाता हूँ  ......

           

            

          

          

         

            

  

Once in a while right in the middle of an ordinary life love gives us a fairy tale.

Ham bhii dushman to nahi hai apane            
Gair ko tujh se mohabbat hii sahii

ham koii tarq-e-vafaa karate hai.n
na sahii ishq musiibat hii sahii
-- galib



“I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first time we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won't win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings...”

--Paulo Coelho                                                           

One half of me is yours, the other half yours-           
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,          
And so all yours!!!

-- William  Shakespeare  

                                                  

Zindagi Sirf Mohabbat Nahi Kuch Aur Bhi Hai,                    
Zulf-O-Rukhsaar Ki Jannat Nahi Kuch Aur Bhi Hai,                                                               
Bhukh Aur Pyaas Ki Maari Hui Is Duniya Mein,
Ishq Hi Ek Haqeeqat Nahin Kuch Aur Bhi Hai

               --javed akhtar                                                               

humne dekhi hain un aankhon mehekti khushboo,       
haath se choo ke isse rishton ka ilzaam na do
sirf ehsas hai yeh rooh se mehsoos karo
pyar ko pyar hi rehno do koi naam na do .

--gulzar





Radha Krishna se" Apne mujhse prem kiya pr shaadi Rukmani se Q?"

krishna's reply "RADHE! shadi mai do log Chahiye TUM hi kaho HUM me DUSRA KAUN?

in bhagvat puraana                                          

Heroes who became the part of the system

Today i want to tell you about the Gautam Goswami .Gautam was among the very few audacious IAS officers .Gautam's life depicts how a young leader starts to flow with the stream of corruption .Despite of all the accusations he will remain  hero in the eyes of youth .His greatness can be realized by the fact that booker prize winner arvind adiga penned his life.

Gautam Goswami, the Bihar IAS officer who made headlines as one of the Time magazine’s Asian Heroes of 2004 and later as an accused in the flood relief scam, died on Tuesday 5th January 2009. . A 1991-batch officer, Goswami, 43, was suffering from pancreatic cancer.
The former Patna DM first hit the national headlines when he literally put his hand on microphones to prevent then Union home minister(in 2004 when NDA was in government) Lal Krishna Advani from continuing his speech at an election rally in Patna .

He was also a medical doctor and a gold medalist.

Goswami has been in the limelight several times. When he was Patna DM during last Lok Sabha polls, he went straight to BJP star campaigner LK Advani on the dais at Gandhi Maidan and asked him to stop his speech, saying “the deadline had expired”. He was selected one of the 20 Asian Heroes by TIME magazine. Bokker prize winner Arvind Adiga has written about Dr. Gautam Gosawmi in Time Magazine and told him as one of 20 Heros of Asia. However it is now alleged that throughout, Goswami allegedly channeled government money set aside for flood relief into a labyrinth of private accounts. The Indian Express first started reporting on possible misappropriations in 2004. These investigative reports soon caused a backlash against the officer.

The reports meticulously detailed the suspected modus operandi. Goswami, it was said, was funneling funds to a private company named Baba Satya Sai Industrial Corporation, and maintaining in the records books that money was paid to BSSIC. BSSIC, incidentally was also the acronym of the state agency, Bihar Small Scale Industries Corporation, that oversaw relief work. It is reported that one year later, during the audits, it was discovered that less than 1% of the money reached those affected. Goswami was eventually re-instated. His health had been an area of concern and he was being treated for pancreatic cancer.
Booker Prize winner Arvind Adiga has written about Gautam Goswami in Time Magazine and told him in one of 20 Heroes of Asia.

Arvind Adiga has written about Gautam Goswami –

Gautam Goswami


Laying Down the Law

By Aravind Adiga (these are the words written in times magazine about him )

When flash floods hit the Indian state of Bihar in July, millions of people were displaced from their homes, many without access to food or drinking water. A catastrophe was looming, and Gautam Goswami did more than anyone to avert it. As the district magistrate—the top bureaucrat—in Patna, Bihar’s capital, Goswami coordinated a massive relief effort that involved the Indian government, army and international aid agencies. At 4:30 each morning, Goswami was at Patna’s airport hangar, seeing off helicopters loaded with food, drinking water, tents and medical supplies; then he made sure truck convoys headed off to areas that could be reached by land. Goswami, 38, and his team toiled for a month, until the floods receded and the displaced returned home.

Bihar is India’s poorest state, and one of its most violent. Many Indians view the territory—which is infested with gangsters and Marxist guerrillas—as a basket case beyond redemption. But Goswami is helping to save it. For example, after three successive parliamentary elections in Patna had to be either partially or entirely countermanded because of violence and electoral fraud, Goswami was put in charge of the ballot in 1999. He barricaded Patna, so that gunmen in cars couldn’t enter the city, and set up telephone lines for citizens to call in with complaints. In 1999 and 2004, with Goswami as the overseer, Patna had the two fairest elections it had seen in years.

 Goswami’s reputation for upholding the law improves the image of a civil service perceived by many Indians as corrupt or inefficient. Says Goswami: “There are so many more ways to help people in this job than in any other.”