Friday, May 13, 2011

Bad Tree- Bad Fruit


Just as one nation’s terrorist, is another nation’s freedom fighter. Similarly, the independence of August 15, 1947 was stemmed after consumption of inhuman hangs, insensitive punishment to Kalapani and innumerable death, by this mighty land of India. My pride is bogged down, when the undisciplined and un-principled Congress in synthetic khadi bulldozered the sacrifices of Sheed-e-azam Sardar Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, Sukhdev and Udham Singh. The nation has been in great stress and pain for long, and is boiling to avenge the oligrachy by few corrupt coterie.

The non responsive constituents elected to form democratic Govt. become insensitive to the hopes and aspirations of the people who had put their faith in them. Naxalism and satyagraha launched by Anna Hazare are just the reminders to the democratic Govt. for performance as per the wishes of the people. The reminder through violence or satyagraha is not “GOD GIFFED” virtue but serious signs of mal administration. It signifiers an inherent conflict between democracy and totalitarianism and between rule by consent and the law of the sword.

A report in the Illustrated weekly of December 16,1978 came to the people introducing the personalities of the world, i.e. Babur-Hamayun, Akbar, Karl Marx, Lenin, Starlin, Hitler, Mao-Tse-Tung, sukarno, Netaji subash Chandra bose, Gandhi & Ambedakar. I am not concerned with foreigners, but love Neta ji & Ambedakar from the core of heart.

The matter, which made me remember both the Heros, is exemplified Anna Hazare’s fast unto death, against the big bosses of the country. He launched neither a battle nor the War, but a reminder that constituents must re-establish rapport for remedy, not temporary palliatives or appeasement. While the nation was eagerly waiting for a bumper crop, pre- mature break in fast, struck as violent shock of uncertainty. The prairie-fire was blown off in the bug.

The weekly furthers revealed that Neta Ji had suggested Mahatma Gandhi to impose dictatorship in the country for about 20 year, enabling the countryman become law abiding force. Shrewd Gandhi did not agree. Air crash was crudely waiting for him. The reason of death still holds a question mark like that of LB Shashtri. It is totalitarianism, not part of any rule. Law of sword was used to the tallest hero. Had he survived, India would have been shining globally to sip hegemony world over.

The world history tells that whole of Indonesia danced with sukarano, but he failed and died unwept. His charisma took him in the helm of popularity, but his every blunder weekend his stand. Ultimately, he become so debased to keep power intact. The leadership which moved millions of his countrymen, become so corrupt that proved a milestone around his neck. Similarity of corruption in this great country has broken world records and that too, is the brink collapse.

Coming to the burning point of Anna Hazare’s fast could have been for the dissolution of all the Govt. and union Govt. as well, having been placed under President Rule, assisted by the state Governor, nominated afresh. To name then are: Exemplified Justice VR Krishna Iyer, Justice Tarkunde, Justice Kuldeep Singh, Shanti Bhushan, Kiran Bedi, Kuldeep Nayyar, Tajinder Khanna, Kajriwal, T.S.R Subramanian, Parkash Singh, Jarnil Singh, Taraksheel  Binayak Sen and Gurnam Singh. I am pleased to make it public issue that on resuming officer under the President Rule, the scamesters would surely breathe last, before they are booked for life and property attached under rules framed within frame-work of our constitution, to vest in the state.                 

The above humble persons are strong and of unflinching determination who cannot be won by ulterior motives or undergrounds means. It such selfless persons are installed as governors, there will be ‘Ramrajya’, leaving behind foot-prints for the future generation and for a better tomorrow. The ongoing election could go to ‘comas’.

This may not be taken as an exaggerated utopia from the womb of the Aam Admi, who had never been the corrupt, rather deadly against corruption and aspire for the eradication of social evils, create social awakening among the oppressed, fight for justice, and equality and put an end to the reign of terror, letloose by the sterotype system of administration.

The common man dreams of farming a society based on justice, equality and fraternity;  a society whose promising youth is not jeered at and discriminated against; a society  where  there are no suppressions and crushing of the genius and deserving, but helplessnessly surrender before synthetic khadi. Take for an example that one side there is jain hawala include Rajiv Gandhi as beneficiary. Nationalization of bank benefitted to millionaires. Privy purses to Ex-rulers of India, 2G, grain scam followed by countless scandals. on the other side, the scavengers carry human faces on their head, getting Rs. 20/- Per Day, the worst form of apartheid, described  Gandhi. It is not swaraj but jacose. Unless the mother of scamester (Nehru-Gandhi Family) are debased, the jan Lok Pal would prove a futile exercise. Shouting,

“Hamara Neta Choron Ka Sardar Hai” is all jugglery.

Gandhian mantra of ahimsa may be far-reaching formula, but the ocean of blood cannot deny the truth that had consumed by the nation in a cult of violence. I am sure that Gandhi would not have, even attained a shadow independence till his murder. 551 hangs, sentence to Kalapani & lacs of death constitute 92% sacrifice from panjabi which helped India repeal the fascism of colonial Raj collectively.

It very sad that the touts-cum-tools of the old Pastmasters govern the nation! It must fall soon. Let the nation see, as to when the Jan Lokpal dismisses the corrupt Govt. Failure to it the aggrieved “Have Not” shall take up and launch for a violent movement, based on the freedom struggle. According to Indian phrase, ‘A nod to the wises and rod to the foolish’ is best mantra to weed out corrupt and corruption.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Is it possible to be in love with two people at the same time?

In human relationship almost anything is "possible"

In principle, yes, someone can be in LOVE with two people at the time. But in our observation it is very difficult to love two people with equal intensity over a period of time. Briefly: yes. Long-range: doubtful. such is the conclusion forced upon us by our experience to be in love with two people.

Usually it is a married person having an extramarital affair who will query us on this. There is no doubt but that for a while the individual feels him or herself to be enamored of both the spouse and the lover. Passion does not continue, however, to flow equally in both directions. Sooner or later one relationship almost always yields to the other; one is "comfortable"; the other is "intense."

Sometimes neither is all that intense, and the individual is half  in love with two persons, not fully in the love with either. This is among the most common patterns we have seen. Each relationship helps the individual tolerate the deficiencies in the other.

The circumstances of life often force us to choose, even if we are genuinely in love with two people. Love requires time, energy, attention, commitment. Our resources are not unlimited. We con only spread  ourselves so thin. Whatever our initial feeling, these other demands speak against our sustaining an intense relationship with two people.

But, to say it ones more, we hesitate to declare anything of this kind impossible, when no doubt there are people presently involved in three-way relationship that seem to be working everyone's satisfaction..... 

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Taste of Victory


Have you ever been in a crowd of over six thousand people, all celebrating the same moment of glory? Have you ever ran up to a stranger and hugged him tight? Have you ever stopped passing by cars and asked the people inside to come out and dance with you? Have you ever started to cry just because you're moved by the magnificent amount of pure happiness and joy all around yourself?   
   
Well, I'm just back home after experiencing all this, and much more! I'm exhausted and tired, I've shouted too much for the discomfort of my throat, and I can't even speak a word right now. But I feel so overwhelmed, I can barely stop smiling while I type this article.
     
So India won the world cup after 28 long years. What a day! We've all been waiting for this moment since the last time our boys brought the cup home way back in 1983. Congratulations to my fellow countrymen! It's a moment of glory immeasurable, for all of us, and i'd like to thank Dhoni's pack of wolves, for it's them who've made us witness this great, great day. We're proud of you, boys! You ARE the best international Cricket team in the world.
   
I was sitting with a bunch of close friends with our eyes fixed on the TV and our fists closed tight, when captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni hit that gigantic sixer in the 49th over and won the 2011 ICC Cricket World Cup for us. A historic finish for a historic victory! Gambhir started it with style, Dhoni ended it the same way. We, just like every other Indian, were ecstatic beyond limit. Have you ever felt so happy that you almost felt like dying? Of course you have. Well, we all did, today. I can't describe the emotional state I was in when the rest of the team picked up Sachin on their shoulders, and ran all over the Wankhede stadium, with smiles on their faces, with national flag in hands. They all did this for him! What a man! What a moment! I completely agreed with Virat Kohli when he said, "Sachin has carried the burden of the nation for 21 years. It was time we carried him.". These are the most honest and true words I've heard quite in a while. He's a great man, a hero, the greatest cricketer who has ever lived, and the most humble guy I, and we all have known. And he deserves every inch of respect and admiration he's got. Sachin, we love you, we're blessed to have you, and we wish you all the best for a long and even more glorious life to come.     

Some tears were shed on the field too. But i think it's okay. St. Mother Teresa once said, "More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.". I was moved when Yuvraj and Harbhajan couldn't contain that ocean of happiness inside them, and let some of it out through their eyes. I wish I could give them a long, warm hug. We all do. There's no feeling in the world more beautiful than the realization of a life long dream. Tears of joy are deliciously sweet, indeed.     

So, on behalf of 1.21 billion hearts that bleed blue, I'd like to take this moment to let Team India know, that you've made us proud. You haven't only won the World Cup. What you've done tonight is way too far bigger than that.      

With every big achievement, comes a big celebration. The crowd at Atta (Noida) was huge! Thousands of people at the same place, celebrating the same moment of pride and glory. Hundreds of Indian flags raised up in the sky, people dancing on car roofs, people dancing on the roads, shouting on top of their voices, hugging each other, congratulating each other, sharing hi-5's and Horns ups! What could be a more beautiful way to share this historic moment than this?   

No Hindus, no muslims, no rich, no poor. Just Indians! Laughing, dancing, hugging, shouting together. Without even knowing who the guy they're dancing with is, withought even knowing who's the guy who just came up to them and gave them a warm smile and then hugged them like we hug a long lost brother. I too hugged countless number of people, smiled at almost everyone of them, danced with people who I had never known, and most likely never will. But I realized that I loved each and every person present around me. They were all my own. I knew no emotions except love and compassion, and I'm sure each and every one of us has felt the same tonight.   

Look what you've done Team India. You've united us! You've made us realize what we're made of. You've re-introduced us to the love we've always had for each other in our hearts. And above all, you've given us a reason to stop and think, "Why aren't we like this everyday? Why do we fight? In the name of god, region, caste and other countless things, why? Why do we fight when we love each other so much? Is that what we're meant to do? Is there anything at all which can be placed above humanity?". You've given us an opportunity to look in our hearts and find the answers ourselves. Guess what, we've found them. Thanks to you, We will never forget this.  

I, just like every other person present at Atta tonight, was dancing with my clothes drenched in sweat, no air in my lungs, my body tired, and passion in my heart. Suddenly a girl, around 8-10 years of age came up to me with a rose in her hand. She wanted me to buy it. I took out a 20 rupees note from my pocket,  took the rose from her tiny hands as I handed her the note. She smiled at me, I smiled back. And then she said what seemed like the most overwhelming thing one could ever say, "Jai Hind bhaiya!". I looked at her innocent face and my eyes filled with tears of pride. It's such a great nation!    

Emotional beyond limit, I picked her up and wiped a tear off my cheek as I resumed dancing. Well, just like The great Sachin Tendulkar said, "These are happy tears, so I don't really mind crying.".      
Jai Hind.        
Date : 03 - 04 - 2011 Time : 5:45 am





Sunday, September 26, 2010

MISS MY FRIENDS

I miss the old days when we used to be so close and friends. But then we got together and things got confusing and now we pretend we don't know each other

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I Want a Love

I want a love, anyway, any color. 
This love can be high, may be low, blond or brown, the big nose or small. 
I want a love delighted, smiling and funny. 
He may have long hair, it can even be a short one, can have big eyes and little ones. 
I want to love a husky voice, to look deep and sensual. 
Must be a love full of personality, full of charm and vivacity. 
Looking for a casual love, crazy and daring. 
I want a love child, who play with me, take me to delirium and leave me in danger. 
I want a crazy love, crazy not cling to the past. 
I need a lover dressed as a clown, playing carnival, and shouting his love. 
I need anyway, most urgently to end this my grace. 
So I want a love that fills me with jealousy and then cover me with perfume, 
more intense flavors, may be Chanel or Dior. 
I want, I need a love those movies, soap opera, sitcom, full of mysteries and anecdotes. 
I want a love, simple or important, a love to make soap balls with me, 
take my hand, smile my smile and believe in what I say. 
I want a love to ride a seesaw, running in the rain, stepping into the puddle, 
eat brigadier, dirty and then lick his finger and slowly, making charm. 
I want love, unexpectedly, that escape me, I lace up in arms with their hugs. 
I need a staggering love, those creepy, a love that knows cry, dance and sing. 
I want a love that has a kiss full of desire, when you touch me makes me shiver, 
and my body don't want to wake up. 
I want a love seen ... and if you want, this love could be you.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

जीवन की आपाधापी में

जीवन की आपाधापी में कब वक़्त मिला
कुछ देर कहीं पर बैठ कभी यह सोच सकूँ
जो किया, कहा, माना उसमें क्या बुरा भला।
जिस दिन मेरी चेतना जगी मैंने देखा
मैं खड़ा हुआ हूँ इस दुनिया के मेले में,
हर एक यहाँ पर एक भुलाने में भूला
हर एक लगा है अपनी अपनी दे-ले में
कुछ देर रहा हक्का-बक्का, भौचक्का-सा,
आ गया कहाँ, क्या करूँ यहाँ, जाऊँ किस जा?
फिर एक तरफ से आया ही तो धक्का-सा
मैंने भी बहना शुरू किया उस रेले में,
क्या बाहर की ठेला-पेली ही कुछ कम थी,
जो भीतर भी भावों का ऊहापोह मचा,
जो किया, उसी को करने की मजबूरी थी,
जो कहा, वही मन के अंदर से उबल चला,
जीवन की आपाधापी में कब वक़्त मिला
कुछ देर कहीं पर बैठ कभी यह सोच सकूँ
जो किया, कहा, माना उसमें क्या बुरा भला।
मेला जितना भड़कीला रंग-रंगीला था,
मानस के अन्दर उतनी ही कमज़ोरी थी,
जितना ज़्यादा संचित करने की ख़्वाहिश थी,
उतनी ही छोटी अपने कर की झोरी थी,
जितनी ही बिरमे रहने की थी अभिलाषा,
उतना ही रेले तेज ढकेले जाते थे,
क्रय-विक्रय तो ठण्ढे दिल से हो सकता है,
यह तो भागा-भागी की छीना-छोरी थी;
अब मुझसे पूछा जाता है क्या बतलाऊँ
क्या मान अकिंचन बिखराता पथ पर आया,
वह कौन रतन अनमोल मिला ऐसा मुझको,
जिस पर अपना मन प्राण निछावर कर आया,
यह थी तकदीरी बात मुझे गुण दोष न दो
जिसको समझा था सोना, वह मिट्टी निकली,
जिसको समझा था आँसू, वह मोती निकला।
जीवन की आपाधापी में कब वक़्त मिला
कुछ देर कहीं पर बैठ कभी यह सोच सकूँ
जो किया, कहा, माना उसमें क्या बुरा भला।
मैं कितना ही भूलूँ, भटकूँ या भरमाऊँ,
है एक कहीं मंज़िल जो मुझे बुलाती है,
कितने ही मेरे पाँव पड़े ऊँचे-नीचे,
प्रतिपल वह मेरे पास चली ही आती है,
मुझ पर विधि का आभार बहुत-सी बातों का।
पर मैं कृतज्ञ उसका इस पर सबसे ज़्यादा -
नभ ओले बरसाए, धरती शोले उगले,
अनवरत समय की चक्की चलती जाती है,
मैं जहाँ खड़ा था कल उस थल पर आज नहीं,
कल इसी जगह पर पाना मुझको मुश्किल है,
ले मापदंड जिसको परिवर्तित कर देतीं
केवल छूकर ही देश-काल की सीमाएँ
जग दे मुझपर फैसला उसे जैसा भाए
लेकिन मैं तो बेरोक सफ़र में जीवन के
इस एक और पहलू से होकर निकल चला।
जीवन की आपाधापी में कब वक़्त मिला
कुछ देर कहीं पर बैठ कभी यह सोच सकूँ
जो किया, कहा, माना उसमें क्या बुरा भला।