Aadhe Angrez!!!

Hey Dude...wasssuuppp!!!!!

Few shout-out-loud in mockery, few have actually been this way. I am targeting the people in between.

So more or less, I want to talk about a certain portion of Indian youth and a little bit about public sector officials (coz I am working with these people now a days) :P.

To start with, I will definitely mention some "Reality Shows" going on the TV. Not that I am judging the content, but definitely I will have some comments on the quality. Pretty much clear, these shows reflect our lack of capacity to even copy and reproduce. And by the time we realize, we think of nothing but a model in Two Piece to maintain TRP. Why am I mentioning? Cause thats what we are serving to the teens. Point is, too much of "West" being served, and too less capacity to draw the lines between acceptable and unacceptable.

Why is that so? Because this is not what we are. This is not we were taught when we were kids. May be some of our parents copied but still this culture isn't in our blood. And later in our life we realize that somewhere we were misguided. We are not Angrez and we didn't remain Indian either. We are floating between two states of mind. We want to go to a pub late night and dance with chicks.. but someone close to us like our sibling or other close relative does so, we definitely don't like it. This is hypocrisy.

I am not being cynical here. I would like to throw some light on the inherent cause of the situation. First, the electronic media raising slogans of "shining India" and polluting thought ( not all of them though..). Second, we don't respect our heritage, our culture. We call it conservative and accept the "angrezi" life style for us but deep down inside, we can't change what we ultimately are. And we are in dilemma.

I will also talk about the solutions too but now I want to tell a story. I was in the office of my Personnel Manager. There he asked his assistant to type a letter and when he came up with it, it was full of errors. Whose mistake? Not of the assistant. But again of the system. Why the letter was not in Hindi? It could have been much simpler for the one it was written for and the PM too.

Solution is simpler. Stop craving for the cool dude attitude and "wattaauppp" tone. Be what you are rather than looking like the "Gadha" of 3 idiots. Life will be less embarrassing for you and for the loved ones around you.

My alma-mater..

Annndd its finally done!!

4 yrs of everlasting memories.. 4 yrs of yaari.. 4 yrs of my life, that will make rest of my life more meaningful.. I thank my alma-mater for the person I am today.. With all due respect I bow before that monument which stands tall in darkest night with pride..holding my hand..

hhm.. I tried to make it a little classy..:)

Though coming to kgp was totally a coincidence, like most of other fellas; .. may be the feelings that I have today are totally coz I am a KGPian.. watever.. bottom line is.. These times were indubitably the best of my life..

(written in May, 09)_________________________________________________________________

Honesty is the best policy

Honesty is best policy..huh... People will call you Gandhi if you actually believe it.. but as if I care..

leave it.. so the point is..we humans have a tendency to follow certain lead.. or a reference frame to measure our steps.. and the frame is obviously not absolute.. so you cant ever have one final verdict..

But do you realize a fact...belief is most complying way out. Be honest to yourself… and honesty means with everyone. Do justice to yourself.. regardless of what others think about you. If you think that you should not tell a lie… then don't, whatever may be the consequences. If you think you are deceived… cry out loud. No matter what kind of shit will people think about you...Let’s take my example.. My "prolific" friends say "tere ko to kisi bhi random bande se load ho jaata hai". ok.. I accept.. I don’t find most peoples' behavior good enough...and I never act like that I like them... I express it. I simply tell I don't like them. No middle way out. I hate diplomats. I like fair and square people. You might argue that life is not fair ‘n’ square. It’s because there are folks out there with you kind of thinking. I can't do "injustice" to myself. And I feel bad for those who do.

Lets take one more example. People lie in their resume. I could not. Once I evinced the thought to a friend. I said "log kaise apne resume mein jhooth likh dete hain yaar.. mere se ek word nahin likha jaata..".. Ok, that’s about me. I can’t. He argued “what the hell have you to do about it"... I just casually answered "are kabhi kabhi aise mein hamara kat sakta hai... koi jhooth likh kar kahin ghush jaayega.. hum bahar khade munh taakte rah kaayenge".. His justification was" As long as you can defend something, you can write it in your resume"…with a life altering proposition “STRENGTHEN YOURSELF SO THAT NO ONE CAN SCREW YOU"..No one can screw me. I am just having an opinion about pathetic people. DO I NEED PEMISSION FOR THAT...

Next thing… Hypocrites.. Dude...at least have a thought and try to stand beside it. You are not expected to be the next Mahatma Gandhi… try to follow what you actually think.. I won't point out people.They know whom I am talking about. If you can’t abide by your own opinion.. DONT HAVE ONE.

Next thing. I am not asking you to be a saint. People commit crime… circumstances make them this way...but at least I can expect that you know exactly what you are doing. You are killing you time.. just goofing around... you should know that. If you think that you should not do something… and still you doing…and vice-versa... YOU ARE A LOOSER... that’s actually the definition of looser by me.. Big wins doesn’t make big winners... big efforts surely does... (I might sound a bit like Shiv Kheda... but again ..as if I care..)

So finally I will say "Honesty is the best policy".. I am sounding a bit idealistic... But again... I dont give a damn about what you think of me.

Last words.. Some people think a lot.. some speak a lot.. its upto you where you would like to stand.. both ways at least Don't Do Injustice to Yourself.

A lot can be written on the point, but I will conclude myself.

Milan

kuchh cheezen bahut pyaari nahin hoti?
jaise tumhari muskaan..
tumhari haya..
woh dabe se honthon se 2 shabdon ka gir padna..."nahin na"...

woh halke se tuhaare gaalon pe chhoona..
halke se tumhare honthon pe choomna..
aur tumhara chehra lal ho jana..

toot ke meri banhon mein gir jana..
dheere se kaan mein kuchh jana..
najuk si hatheli mere maathe se firate huye gardan tak le aana..

tumhara jor se chillana.."samajh kya rakha hai apne aap ko"..
aur fir dheere se kehna.."jab main nahin hoóongi, tab pata chalega"..

dheere se tuhara sab se nazaren chura ke mere paas aana...
aur daud ke mujhse lipat jana..

aankhon mein aankhen mila ke dekhna..
aur kehna.."kucch hai hi nahin mere paas to kehne ko"..


daantane ke baad tumhari shikaayat.."mere ko danta..jor se"..
aur kabhi pyaar na karo to..äap to mujhe pyaar hi nahin karte..jao to main bhi nahin karti"..

sab pareshaaniyan chhupa ke kehna.."sab thik ho jayega"..
maloom tumhen bhi hai
maloom humen bhi hai..
tumhare mere pyaar ki boli to duniya ke bazar mein lagegi..
hum jeet gaye to..to ish kavita mein kuchh lines aur jud jayegi..

warna hamara kya hai...
kuchh cheezen to bahut pyaari hain hi na..

YAAD

Raat aadhi
kheench kar meri hatheli
Ek ungli se likha tha.....
"pyaar "; tumne...

Faasla tha kuchh hamare bistaron mein
aur charon or duniya so rahi thi
Tarikayen hi gagan ki jaanti hai
Jo dasha dil ki tumhare ho rahi thi

main tumhare paas hokar door tumse
Adh-jaga sa aur adh-soya sa....

Raat aankhon mein kati
Na tum soyi..
Na main Jaga..

Tumhare ush kaampate badan ki sirhan...
ush najuk se sparsh ki kampan..
tumhaari sanson ka wo shor..
adharon ki chanchal Si muskan..
tumhaari awaaz ki wo laraz..
dil ki baichaini..

hawa ki thandak..
kambal ki garmi..
chaand ki snigdh dhaval chandani..
dOOOOr kahin se aati wo halki diye ki roshni..
jo apne hone ka ehsaas maatra hi kara paati thi..
taaron ki tim-tim..

aatm se dOOr do aatma..
brahm se pare..Par Bhahma ke kareeb..
nashvarta se un-bhigya..par saTya ka sansarg..
karm ke saaraNsh se dOOr..
sWayaM.. aur pAraM..
Gyaan ki seema jahaan baDha na bane..

PREM!!
dO dilon ka milan..
dO shariron ka milan..
dO anant ajar amar aatmaon ka milan..

waqt beeta..beetna hi tha..
par WO WAQT nahin..

PYAAR ki woh lakeeren..
Ab tak meri hatheli pe hain...
Waqt ki dhool maine unpe jamne na di..

Chaand ko dekh tumhari muskaan yaad aati hai...
Tumhare unn masoom honthon ki chhuhan yaad aati hai...

Abb raha hi kya jeevan mein..
Bas main.. Aur tumhari woh unchhui se yaaden...

( Initial lines are not originally mine....)

Bas ek kahani...

Arsa hua purane sahar mein aaye. 10 saal hue honge jab aakhiri baar in galiyon ko dekha tha. Shaadi ke baad pehli baar hi aa payi hoon. Sab badla sa hai. College ke din yaad aa gaye. Girls' Hostel pahunchi to sab aankho ke saamne ghoom gaya.. woh college ki masti..woh dhoom...sab aaj bhi dil mein waisa ka waisa hai. Warden se pata chala ki meri sabse acchi dost bhi aajkal isi sahar mein rah rahi hai. Khushi ka to koi thikana na tha.
Address pata kar ke jaldi se uske ghar pahunchi. Mann jaise jhoom utha. Jamane baad kisi se itni khul ke baatein ki. Beeta waqt jaise aankhin ke saamne aa gaya ho.
Achanak "uski" yaad aayi. Meri dost hamari mediator hua karti thi. "Woh kahaan hai aajkal? Kya kar raha hai? Unn dinon mein to sabse brilliant hua karta tha na. lagta hai Jaise sadiyon purani baat ho." " Are tumko pata nahin? Kaafi saalon tak yahin galiyon mein mara-mara firta raha. Pagal-sa ho gaya tha. Pichhle kuchh saalon se to kisi ko pata bhi nahin ki kahaan gaya."
Dil kahin kho gaya. "Tumhare bina kaise ji paoongi? Kaise rahoongi main tumahare bina?" Jaise aankhon mein sagar samaya ho. saari duniya ko kosate do dil ek doosre se lipate the. "Shayad bhagwan ne yahi likha tha hamari taqdeer mein. Tum apna khayal rakhna. Aur roz raat ko "wo" chand dekhna. Woh tumhen mere kareeb le aayega."
Aaj main ek mahanagar ke bade se flat mein rehti hoon. Duniya ki bhag daud me jaane kab "wo" chand nikalata hai...kab doob jata hai; hunh ; khabar hi nahin hoti. Shayad chand mein daag meri hi vajah se hai.

Nafrat

Nafrat ki ho gayi jeet, jagat re khushi manao;
Lo haar gayi meri preet, Jagat re khushi manao...

Tinka-tinka jod ke maine, rishta ek sajaya...
Rishte mein padi darar, jagat re khushi manao....

Prem ke do aakhar ko maine, dil me mere basaya...
Par dil hi gaya mera toot, jagat re khushi manao...

Chanda-taare dekh ke maine, ragini ek banayi...
Sur, par saje "virag", jagat re khushi manao...

Meri Khudai

mein mere gusse pe fida rehta hoon.
Ish jamane se khafa rehta hoon.
Mujhese milna hai to tenhaai mein mil.
Tenhaai mein mein khuda rehta hoon.


Wats perfect???How can u say wat is wrong n wats right....
It depends...on ur definition...every thought...everything is right...

KYON

Ek dhalti shaam; samandar ka kinara....
Thandi hawa ka jhonka barbas mere kaan ke paas se nikal sa jaata hai...
Main chaunk jaata hoon...
Kuchh kahna chahta tha kya??


Lekin ye to aaj pehli baar nahin hua hai..
Main sadiyon se isi samandar ke kinare baitha hoon....
Kisi saathi ki khoj; ya saathi ki pyaas??
Huhhh....Milon lamba waqt gujarne ke baad;
Abhi bhi sawaal...KYON???


Anjaan sa kaafila;
Gujarata rahta hai paas se...
Kuchh jaane, kuchh anjaane...
Anjaanon ko jaanane ki chah;
Jaanon ki milne ki tamanna;


Ek muskaan bikhri hai honthon pe?!
Aah...Main khud nahin samajh pa raha ki KYON?
Barbas ki kisi ka chehra aankhon mein ghul jaata hai...
Muskaan mein Mann ki shaanti chhalak padti hai...

Anjaan se milne ki aarjoo;
Aatm-vanchana ( Deceiving yourself ) ka paritosh (happiness);
Kshan (A moment ) bhar ki khushi...
Pani ka bulbula....
Par mushkan to hai honthon pe..

Fir wohi sawal...
Aahh...ye anjan kaun hai?
Haaa...sab koi to anjaan hain...
Main "khud" se anjaan..
"Khud" mujh se anjaan..

Kaarwan bahut bada lagata hai ish baar;
Khushi hogi agar ki kisi ke pair ke nishaan reth pe choote to..
Saamne ke samandar mein itna josh bhi nahin lag raha..
Ki itni door tak laharen pahuncha de...

Par reth ke nishaan to waqt mita dega...
Par dil pe nishaan??


Dil????
Ye kya hai?
Mera astitva ka doosra panna?
Ya mere vajood ka antim chhor?

Mann ka attahaas...

Mann???
Ye kya hai?
Dil ka saathi?
Ya dushman?

Inhi prashnon ko lekar to aaya tha yahaan..
Par aaj bhi wohin hai sab kuchh..
Kuchh nahin badla..
Badla mere dekhne ka nazaria?
Nahin to..

Haan par badli ek cheez..
Logon ke dikhane ka nazaria..
Logon ke saamne pesh aane ka tareeka..

Haan ye badla..
Ya badlana pada..
Khair...Par badla..
Jaroori tha..

Ye dil aur mann ki ladai mein jeet khushi ki hui...

Doosron ki khushi ne mazboor kiya..
Badla maine khud ko...
Ya "khud" ke ek hisse ko..

Koi baat nahin...badlna to ek bham maatra hai..
Badlta kuchh bhi nahin..
Waqt hi shashvat hai...Ananth hai....

Shabd jadoo hai..
ish jadoo ne bandha hai mujhe..

Par kahaan...
Bandhna main khud hi chahta tha...
Jab mera "khud" ye soch sakta hai ki main bandha hoon..
To bandhit kahaan...

Ish bandhan ko todna mushqil nahin..
Par todna chahta nahin..

"KYON?!"... "KHUSHI" ki meri apni paribhasha(definition) hai hai;apni kahaani hai...

khushi....

kal khushi mili
jaldi mein thi..ruki nahi.....

(not originally mine)...

chal koi nahin.....
tu nahin...teri yaad sahi....

(KGPian ne likha hai bhai...)...

usne kaha...ab to sapne mein hi miloongi....
kah do wada kar le....
hum jindagi bhar ke liye so jayenge...

लोग कहते हैं
वक़्त हर ज़ख़्म भर देता है
तुम भी लोगों की कही बातों में आ जाती हो
इक लम्हे क लिए मुज़हमहील हो कर सोचती होगी
शायद मेरे बचपन का वो साथी वही पागल
वो भी अब भूल गया होगा मुझे
लोग कहते हैं की
धीरे धीरे वक़्त हर ज़ख़्म को भर देता है
बेसबब अपनी जफ़ाओं पर पशेमा ना हो
लोग कहते हैं
मगर ऐसा होता तो नही

You are always wid me....forever....

My first

see...its my first post.I dont know wat kind of crap people write in their blogs coz i havent read any.One thing i wud like to mention.people weak at Hindi should not read my blog as I am not strong at English so hopefully my blog will be in hindi.
See wat kind of joy is this blog.