A journey to remember..

Why is it that when you think everything is going fine, you get a shocker! Technically speaking, life to me seems more like a sine curve, one moment there’s a positive curve and the very next moment you get a negative patch. Bad experiences make good stories, this is one of them.

It was Diwali vacations 2010 and I had to travel to Jabalpur from Bangalore. My AC sleeper train ticket was waitlisted but I was quite sure that it will be confirmed before the journey. I reached the station some 2 hours before departure, waiting anxiously for the reservation chart to get prepared – I was checking and rechecking my PNR waiting status every 5 minutes, as I get very tensed in such situations. Finally when the chart got prepared my then worst fear became true – I could NOT get a confirmed seat and my eTicket was auto-cancelled(bloody Murphy!!). Shocked and dejected, I was now without a ticket for the 2000 kms journey. 

I started evaluating my options. ‘I could take a flight to Nagpur and then a bus from there’, I thought. ‘No that would be too expensive!’ - replied my another instinct. I went to a travel agent and enquired about flights, there were few indirect flights but the price was beyond anything I had expected – a whopping Rs 30,000/- !! I looked for train availability but because of the Diwali festive rush, every train was running jam packed. I even thought of cancelling the journey and returning back to Mysore.

I believe in the power of thoughts and law of attraction (yes, as described in the book/documentary – ‘The Secret’). But it is something which you cannot do deliberately, it just happens. All this while, my mind was buzzing with mixed positive and negative thoughts. I kept pushing myself to the positive side every time a negative one edged in. When I look back now, I guess I knew somewhere deep inside that ‘I don’t have to return back to Mysore, that I’ll manage to go today, that I’ll be home soon’.

And then it happened. Call it immense fate, sheer coincidence or whatever – I came across a group of 5 people(not related to each other). They had a Sleeper class ticked for 6 passengers which they had managed from some agent. The ticket was for 6 different people, who had cancelled their journey and sold it to the agent. These people I met, they were looking for the 6th person to join them, a 22 year old male – because the ticket had these details “M 22”. I’m 23 so I almost perfectly filled in as their missing piece :)

I got along with them, learnt my temporary name from the reservation chart(“Naveen”) :) and we discussed to remain composed when the TTE comes. The following lines I wrote down in my diary while travelling:

“I’m writing this as I sit here as some Naveen-M-22 in S6-3 Upper Berth. TTE came 10 minutes ago. We showed him the ticket. Everything went smoothly. Just as the TTE left, we 6 people – the family of strangers, smiled at each other, each one of us being a witness to yet another of those amazing God’s tricks.”


Bad experiences make good stories. Don’t they? :)


Moments ..

Intensity of certain moments
transcends all boundaries
and their memories
are left lingering
forever in our minds..

We may move on
and may start behaving
as if nothing happened
Pushing life
back to normal
because that's the way
life goes

Yet those moments
keep on popping
out of nowhere
in front of our eyes
Amusing us
Playing tricks
that we never thought of
making us imagine things
that we never dreamt of

Those moments
however daunting they may seem
Those particular moments
FADE only with time..
and so do we..

माँ !


माँ ! 

लंबा रास्ता है, 
घनघोर जंगल है, 
और शाम हो चली है, 
भूख भी लग आई है अब तो,  
तूने चार रोटी जो गुड़ के साथ बाँधी थी, 
वो कहीं पानी देखकर खा लूँगा, 

लेकिन माँ! 
अभी याद आया, 
घर में आटा तो सिर्फ़ चार रोटियों का ही था..

रिश्ते

समंदर किनारे उस रोज़
रेत के टीले बना उगाये थे रिश्ते
बह गए तो बह जाने दो

टूट कर कब तक बिखरते रहोगे
बहुत हो चुका ये सिलसिला
इसे थमना है, थम जाने दो

एक रंग

तुम हो एक रंग
एक रंग हूँ मैं
ज़िन्दगी के कैनवास पर
चलो पेंटिंग बनाते हैं
लकीरें खीच दी हैं
ऊपर वाले ने पहले से
बस रंग भरना बाकी है
एक रंग से लेकिन
रंगती नहीं तस्वीर कोई
इसलिए
आओ दोनों मिल जाएँ
ज़िन्दगी को मुकम्मल बनाएं.

अजीब बला

सोता है
जागता नहीं

हांफता है
रुकता नहीं

कोसता है
देखता नहीं

मरता है
जीता नहीं

जाता है
आता नहीं,

अजीब बला है ये - 'आदमी'

सारी ज़िन्दगी सोता है
जागता नहीं आदमी

भागते भागते हांफता है
रुकता नहीं आदमी

दुनिया को कोसता है
देखता नहीं आदमी

सारी उम्र मरता है
जीता नहीं आदमी

एक बार जब चला जाता है
आता नहीं आदमी.
आदमी बचता नहीं आदमी.

Random Bakvaas - about this BLOG



This is a kind of post which i should have written on my blog's anniversary or some made up occasion like that, but here i am, just blabbering out certain things. 

Let me start with this. Why do i keep changing the look of this blog? Beauty pleases everyone, and i don't want to be an exception here :-) Therefore i keep trying different themes. I personally like bright vibrant themes with white background for the text, it enhances the readability - i think.

About the blog title and subtitle. FYI(For Your Information) "ये जीना भी कोई जीना है लल्लू !" is a line from a song(from Amitabh Bachchan's movie Mr. Natwarlal). In the beginning the blog had a different name which i can't even remember now. Once i tried this title, i fell in love with it. And NOW this particular line gives identity to the blog :-). About the subtitle - "Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." -  it is a quote by Cyril Connolly. I added this particular line to my blog in September 2009. Why? Because i loved it. Because i (try to) follow it on my blog. Simple.

Now that "ये जीना भी कोई जीना है लल्लू !" is getting some readers, i'm happy that i've some critics too. Almost everything on this blog is written by yours-truly :D and it is very obvious that you cannot like everything i write. There are many readers(mostly friends) who come here and don't comment on the posts. It is  a humble request that please DO COMMENT on anything you like(you can leave quietly if you don't like something...shhhhh ;-). BTW, I love to have discussions. 

That's all i guess. Please keep reading and keep commenting. No matter how much i lay stress upon the fact that i write for myself, it still requires some motivation to CARRY ON :D

ये जो रात है


ये रात न गुज़रेगी
इतनी आसानी से
अभी तो चाँद पूरा पका भी नहीं
अभी कच्ची सांसें लेता कोई 
तारा टूटा भी नहीं
सोये नहीं कुछ लोग अभी
बस्ती शांत है,
शांत हैं रास्ते,
लेकिन अभी तो सिर्फ शुरुआत है
रात अभी जवान हो रही है
ढलेगी नहीं इतनी आसानी से


अभी तो कई सपने देखने हैं
रंग बिरंगे.. सपनो में सपने..
हसीं खुशनुमा मुस्कुराते सपने
रात की सवारी करेंगे आज ये
अभी नहीं ख़त्म हुआ तमाशा
अभी तो शुरुआत है
अभी बहुत बाकी है मेरे दोस्त
ये तन्हाई की रात है..
ज़िन्दगी को तारे के साथ तोड़कर खा जाएगी
ये जो बेहद लम्बी रात है
गुज़रेगी नहीं इतनी आसानी से
अंत की अभी शुरुआत है
ये जो रात है ..

वक़्त अक्सर रुक जाता है तुम्हारे बिना ..
तुम्हारे बिना रुक गयी ये रात है ..

Dedicated to creativity



Nothing Is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversatlons, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity Is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said:"It is not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."

एक और किस्सा ..

सोचा हमने.. राह में पड़ी राख को देखकर
जाने किसने कल अपनी यादें जलाईं हैं?


बारिश में भीग गया चाँद तक
जाने किसने रो रोकर अपनी आँखें सुजाईं हैं?


भीड़ में गहराती खामोशी सुनाई दी है
जाने किसने कल अपनी सारी आवाजें गंवाई हैं?


बस्ती ग़मज़दा आशियाने उजड़े से दिखते हैं
जाने किसने इतनी दौलतें लुटाई हैं?


सोचा हमने राह में पड़ी राख को देखकर
जाने किसने.. अपनी यादें जलाईं हैं?

Fate, Infosys and Me !

Fate is strange. It cracks many jokes upon you, if you get those jokes: fine, if not, welcome to the majority. In December 2009, I cleared the selection process for Infosys technologies to become one of the 20,000 software engineers it hires approximately every year in India. I was elated. Relieved.

But back then, i had planned different things for my career: a Master's degree from any decent US university, followed by 2-3 years of international work-ex. For this reason, i already knew that i am not going to join Infosys(or Infy, as it is affectionately called in the circle). I was waiting for results from the universities i had applied to. After i got the job, an excited ‘me’ posted this to my Facebook / Orkut / Gtalk / Twitter status:


One thing i've observed and realized with my (fellow) today’s generation is that everyone's trying to be different from each other. But isn’t it the case always, the fight for being different, being ahead. Throughout the history, human beings knowingly or unknowingly have been a part of this rat race. It just got intense and cruel in modern times. Only poor thing - according to my humble perception - is that people(specially teenagers) end up becoming a mere 'ordinary' in their quest for being the 'extra-ordinary'. I look around myself, see my fellow pals doing 'cool' things to be different, and i can't stop laughing upon them. I am not ridiculing anyone, I just see beyond certain things. And yes, the show-off-younger-Gen-X i mentioned, i am also one of them. I can deny this fact brashly, but i won't, in fact i can’t. Perhaps that's the reason, i posted such status and tried to show off my uber-cool attitude.

Anyway, let’s not deviate from the topic :)

I was telling ki i got through Infy selection process and decided against joining it. However apne Uncle-the-Supremely-Powerful God ji (aka destiny aka fate aka time) had different plans for me. I was absolutely unaware of the things that were to change the course of my life, at least the life as i had planned.

3 MS admits, 3 IT companies, 3 ignored Date-of-Joinings and a hell lot of things later: Yours truly is now joining Infosys. What happened in between, please let’s not go into that. Oh, i know i know, your eyebrows have tightened up and you are making that weird look now, which one makes after reading a last-page-missing-suspense-thriller. Ha! Got Ya! Nonetheless here’s the last tidbit of my story. I had applied for an extension in Infy joining date, which luckily has been granted.

The lesson learnt here is that don’t expect things to go as per your plan. It is ‘he’ who plans. It is ‘his’ choice. You just keep giving your cent percent with a broad grin in whatever you do. All iz Well, and inshaallah, All will be Well !

Whatever. Huh!
 :-)






साज़िश


वो चलती है जहां चलता है
पैरों तले उसके आसमां चलता है
रोती है वक़्त रुक जाता है
पैरों तले पड़ा आसमान तब वहीँ टिक जाता है

अदायें दिखाती वो
मटक मटक बलखाती वो
गिर जाती वो मुस्काती वो
आधे कुतरे हुए बिस्कुट को पकड़े
घर भर में ऊधम मचाती वो

वो हंसती है सूरज का धागा उससे जुड़ जाता है
वो गाती है कोयल का राग बेसुरा पड़ जाता है
नाचती है वो तो सृष्टी झूम उठती है
झूमती है वो तो माँ चूम उठती है
उदासी नहीं मालूम उसे
उबासी नहीं मालूम उसे
भूख नहीं पता चालाकी नहीं पता
होशयारी नहीं पता समझदारी नहीं पता
दुनिया के रीति रिवाजों से अनजान
बड़ी हो रही है वो नादान

उसे क्या मालूम ये दुनिया साज़िश में है
उसे भी इंसान बनाने की ..


इतने आंसू कहाँ से लाऊं


जागी सुबह, सोये सपने
आँख खुली तो, खोये अपने
इतने सपने कहाँ से लाऊं
कि जी भर कर सो पाऊं

लम्बी उम्र, मुश्किल डगर
साथी दो, साया और सफ़र
इतनी सांसें कहाँ से लाऊं
कि मरके भी जिंदा रह जाऊं

गुज़रता वक़्त, तकती आँखें
याद आयीं हैं आज वो बातें
इतनी यादें कहाँ से लाऊं
कि वापिस वो दिन जी पाऊं

बारिश की बूँदें ढम-ढम ढलके 
आंसू कई छप-छप छलके
इतने आंसू कहाँ से लाऊं
कि जी भर कर रो पाऊं

इतने आंसू.. कहाँ से लाऊं
कि रोते रोते तर जाऊं
इतने आंसू.. कहाँ से लाऊं
कि रोते रोते मर जाऊं

एक

एक डगर थी
उसपे था राही एक
एक सफ़र बस
था साथी एक
एक काँटा था
चुभा तो दर्द एक
एक नगर आया
रात गुज़ारी एक
एक दिन ऊगा
फिर बढ़ा  कदम एक

एक डगर फिर थी
उसपे था वही राही एक
एक सपना बेचकर
ख़रीदा नया सपना एक

Untold Story of a Breaking News



She kept looking towards them, staring with blank eyes. The media and the common man blinded by media; everyone was making them the culprits. She and her husband were being loathed for an act which could not be easily justified. "What is happening to this country, where a mother sells her own child?", "They sold her, their own daughter..", "..these people are wretched, they should not be forgiven"; the media was spitting venom upon them. People see what they are shown and believe what they are made to. When the police took Shyamlal to lockup, she kept looking with numb eyes. She had forgotten what happiness was, what getting a stomach full of bread was. Her name was Latika, too hurt to cry she sat down on the floor, looking into the abyss of her misfortune and suddenly past came back flashing in front of her eyes.

"Here, have your lunch, why do you work so hard?", asked Latika from her husband. He replied gaily, "because I want to buy you a new Saari my love." They had half an acre land which was sufficient for both of them. He borrowed plough, manures and other necessities for agriculture from other people of his village, in return he worked for them. He also earned extra money by working as a daily wage labourer. None of this bothered  Shyamlal because he knew he was taking good care of his wife, who was bearing his first child then. But soon the uncertainty with agriculture showed its colours. Small farmers like Shyamlal succumbed to the disturbed rain cycle. Draught decreased the productivity from his already small land so much that he had no choice but to work almost full time as a labourer. In contrast, to a nation fast developing, it was a good time, or at least seemed like one. Cities were expanding by eating up villages, road network was improving, electricity was reaching remote areas and many more 'shining' things were beginning to take shape. It was when the government decided to make a big crossroads flyover on the highway near their village, fortunes of Shyamlal took another turn. His small stretch of land luckily was a part of the land allocated for the flyover. Government paid a decent sum for his otherwise useless land. By this time his family had become 4 from 2. Wage rates in the village were very low and work was hard to find, so they moved to the nearby city. Latika had asked Shyamlal upon coming to the city, "How will we ever survive in a large place like this?" To which he had replied, "We can only survive in a large place like this, choices are not a part of our life anymore".

"Latika, Latika!!" she was shaken back to present by one of her neighbours. It had been a long day already, she did not know where to go for assistance. Poor people neither have means nor contacts to seek help in such matters. When she enquired from her neighbors, she came to know that it will be at least 1 month imprisonment for shyamlal for dealing in an illegal manner. Her daughter Binodi was now with her. For the first time in her life she felt the urge to kill herself. It was not humiliation, they have already suffered a lot. It was the sinking feeling that how would she ever support her family now? They were doomed to die eventually, we all are, but with such misery and so early, this was unexpected. At least not likely when their life had returned back to normal in the city just a few years ago.

The city was a concrete jungle, everyday another concrete marvel would be erected. Shyamlal and Latika, they both got work on construction sites. They earned enough to sustain and even to save some money. Two years later, a daughter was born to them, they named her Binodi. They were raising their 3 kids well, though they could not send them to school, they fed them well. Or just good enough. Shyamlal created a house with left over bricks and a polythene sheet roof at a construction site. Kids played nearby when their parents laboured. Those were the routine tough days, things were going just smoothly. Then, destiny took a U-turn once again and their elder son got ill. His head swell and doctors at the government hospital asked for money to operate the kid. Their minimal savings so far went away in the treatment. When they had nothing left, they decided to go back to their village. They had a few relatives there who could take care of the kids when they would go out to work. So they came back, unaware that things were about to get worse. This was just the beginning.

They came back to the village and looked for work in the nearby localities. Work was not ample and they were not paid like they used to in the city. One day Shyamlal went to meet a distant relative of him Ramlal - after a long time. Ramlal had luckily got a good job as peon in a private company. He was in a better condition than Shyamlal but fate had played other tricks upon him. He did not have any child. Shyamlal and his family were starving by then. Since Binodi was very small, Ramlal and his wife offered them to take her. Shyamlal refused instantly and so did Latika. But after the persuasion, they agreed to sell her. All of this was done legally, they put their thumb prints on the stamp paper. It was not easy for them, all of this, specially for Latika. But, hunger is an emotion which overtakes all others. Even motherhood. She thought, at least Binodi will have a good life this way.

"What..!!" Latika got back to her senses by Binodi's cries. She was happy to see her back but felt sad for the things going around her. She thought, they will get over this too, of course she was not at the liberty of chalking out plans for their future. Just to get bread 2 times a day for her family was enough for her. Latika did not want more from her already shattered life. She was thinking, ‘Shyamlal will return after 1 month,  it is October I can get work in the Paddy fields, but that won’t be enough, I also have to work somewhere extra, how will I manage milk for poor girl Binodi, I cannot borrow any more money  now….’ That tired sould did not know when she fell asleep thinking all this.

Life went back to normal for all those who had been watching this news in the comforts of their homes. But the damage was done, two families had been shattered. The Media which was the culprit in making them the culprits, went away to its other 'breaking-news-stuff', only to return 1 year later with another breaking news. "Young girl dies of malnutrition and jaundice. Parents kill both the sons and commit suicide!!"

उड़ता हुआ एक ख़्वाब

 
मैं उड़ता हुआ एक ख्वाब हूँ
साहिल से मिलने को दरिया बेताब हूँ
आग है मुझमें, मुझमें है पानी
मैं खुदा की नेमत लाजवाब हूँ

थाम लो मुझको जो थाम सको तो
आंक लो मुझको जो आंक सको तो
आसमान का रास्ता मुझसे
रब का वास्ता मुझसे
मैं अरमानो का उमड़ता एक सैलाब हूँ
मैं उड़ता हुआ एक ख्वाब हूँ
मैं उड़ता हुआ एक ख्वाब हूँ ..

पिटारा पोएम्स का - 2














A collection of random poems i keep scribbling here and there.. just like that :)


चख लो चाँद को
आसमान की प्लेट में पड़ा ये
खी खी कर मुस्काता है
तुम्हे सनम नज़र आये तो आये
भूखी आँखों को ये रोटी ही नज़र आता है



sometimes i wish,
to go back and mend some things

sometimes i wish,
to just go back and relive


sometimes i wish,
to fast forward the present

sometimes i wish,
to just pause the present

sometimes i wish,
people around me to change

sometimes i wish,
myself to change


sometimes i wish,
to run as fast as i can

sometimes i wish,
to just sit back and relax


sometimes i wish,
that all my wishes come true

sometimes i marvel,
why do i have so many wishes?

sometimes i wish this
sometimes that
i know i shouldn't
but i do!



चौराहे पर खड़ी ज़िन्दगी,
बीच रास्ते पड़ी ज़िन्दगी,
बच्चों सी है शायद
आज अपनी जिद पर अड़ी ज़िन्दगी



ख्वाब टूटे फूटे
बचपन से सजाये थे जो
आज कमरे में ऊपर के छज्जे पर रख दिए
धूल खाते रहेंगे अब ये
कोई कबाड़ी वाला आएगा अगर
तो मम्मी शायद बेच दें
ख्वाब ये टूटे फूटे



कितनी common बात है, आज फिर रात है..
आज फिर सोया है सूरज, फिर तारों की बरात है..
फिर हंसा है काल, फिर रोया आकाश है
आज फिर रात है.. कितनी common बात है...



P.S. "पिटारा पोएम्स का - 1" can be read from here :)

Take Care















‘Chal, take care, bye, cya’ ..  
‘ok, tc!!’ .. 
‘tc, miss u, keep smiling’ .. 

Have you ever wondered how many times you exclaim ‘take care’ in either some random sms or over phone or while chatting on internet or directly to your friends and family. And others are no different; they also utter these same golden words “tc” very often. In fact its essence seems to have lost in its ubiquitousness. 

TAKE CARE is supposed to mean something. We all know that, right? In a world which is moving faster than ever, taking care of everything even if remotely close to us becomes very crucial. Take care of your belongings, take care of your job, take care of your loved ones, take care of your health, safety and most importantly (which we all ignore), take care of your ‘self’. Don’t loose your uniqueness to somebody else. Identity is one of the most sought after things, but we all end up loosing ours.  

We all say ‘take care’ but how many times we actually mean it? How many times the next person means it? May be 1 out of 10 times, but that should not distract us from what these words actually mean. Next time you come across a ‘take care’ (May it be said with any intention or any conviction), give it a thought, what all things need to be taken care of.  

Take Care !!

कुछ शब्द जोड़कर रखे हैं

कुछ शब्द जोड़कर रखे हैं
तुम्हारा ज़िक्र है
हमारी बातें हैं
यादों को वक्त के धागे में पिरोया है
बारिश की बूँदें हैं कुछ
सहेजी हैं
सूरज को थामा है
चाँद को टोका है
चंद अल्फाजों ने
बहती धारा को रोका है

कुछ शब्द जोड़कर रखे हैं
बस तुम आ जाओ तो कविता बन जाए 

Childhood

When a toy jeep ride meant 'on-top-of-the-world'

when fights were for an ice cream

when tears were emotional blackmailers

when dreams were not challenged

when the world was beautiful

when dad was a villain and mom was the savior

when life was everything but complications

when the days passed by.. just like that !

and when we smiled.. and smiled.. just like this  ..




I am some 4-5 years old in this snap. 

सलीका

ख्वाब आँखों में कोरे थे जो
उनमें रंग तो कई भर लोगे
टिमटिमाते हुए लाखों हैं जो
आसमां से तारे वो चुन लोगे
जीत की चाह लिए चले थे
शिखर एक छू लोगे, कई छू लोगे
अपने अपने ढंग से जीते हैं सब
तुम भी जी लोगे

भूल न जाना बस अपने वजूद को
उस रकीब को, इस ज़मीर को

मिटटी से आया था
मिटटी में ही मिल जाएगा..
दे पाया मुस्कान किसी को
जीवन सफल बन जाएगा !!

A geeky analogy


Have this ever happened to you that you switch to a new thing while still having access to the old one, you start using this new thing and get accustomed to it. Suddenly you happen to visit/use the old thing and you realize that it was much simpler or easier or just the memories related with it comes back flying to your mind. Consider for example, a house. You move to a new location and get used to the surroundings – New living room, bathrooms, bedroom, terrace, nearby shops, lift et cetera. Now it so happens that you visit your old house. And bang, nostalgia! You remember how you did this, that, here and there, may be a smell or just a view from the balcony, how you sat in one particular place to watch television, how dad came every evening from office and sat on the sofa in that corner, your study room, how mom screamed ‘dinner is ready, come fast!’, and how you came running, screaming even harder and so on, so forth. Now all that is left are empty rooms, spooky dark corners and fishy smells. But you have made a trip down memory lane already, no matter what your old house looks like.

On a similar (but peculiar) note, almost same thing happened to me yesterday.

I had switched to Windows-7 almost a month ago while retaining the ever great Windows-XP as a secondary operating system on my laptop. Since then i was using my new cool looking OS. The features and controls which i was a bit apprehensive of in the beginning gradually became a custom. For instance, ‘Show Desktop’ feature is on the extreme bottom right corner in Windows-7, just besides the clock. Whereas on my Windows-XP desktop it used to be on the bottom left corner, besides the start button. It took some time for me to get acclimatized to this changed location (from bottom-left to bottom-right) of one of the most clicked place on my laptop. Yesterday i logged on to my old house i.e. Windows-XP. The desktop was clean with old icons, old menu bar and guess what, the geek in me became nostalgic and began reminiscing the old Windows-XP times.  Blah Blaah Blaaah. Let me have the pleasure of sparing you the technical details :-P

But just think for a moment, how many times does it happen that a small flare ignites the forest and brings back the memories of  sweet-old-times dancing before our eyes. Not often, but yes, past does COME ALIVE sometimes.

Nadiya Ke Paar

I loved Swades but did not write a blog post about it. Same goes with Lakshya, Dil Chahta Hai, Dor, Rang De Basanti, Taare Zamin Par and some 100 odd other hindi movies. however i’m writing a post on Nadiya Ke Paar. Why?  

Because i adore this movie. Because it beautifully captures the spirit of a north Indian village. Because considering the entertainers only, this film stands tall among the likes of all time great bollywood movies. Because it proves, what creativity, simplicity, great acting, direction and music can do, shelling millions of bucks cannot. Because if there’s any movie which needs the recognition it deserves, it is this. Because Hum Apke Hain Kaun was a remake of this movie.  

Nadiya Ke Paar tells the story of a farmer somewhere from Eastern UP who lives with his two nephews. He falls ill and is treated by a Vaidya who comes from another village. When the farmer feels okay, he asks the Vaidya for his fees. In return, the Vaidya asks for his son as his son-in-law to which farmer readily agrees. The farmer's eldest son Omkar (played by Inder Thakur) marries Vaidya 's elder daughter Roopa and they start living happily. Roopa gives birth to a baby. During Roopa's pregnancy her younger sister Gunja (Sadhana Singh) comes to live with her and falls in love with Roopa's brother-in-law Chandan (Sachin). Roopa comes to know of this and assures them that she will get them married, but she dies in an accident soon and nobody else knows about their affair. Their parents mutually decide to get Gunja married off to Omkar so that she could take care of her sister's baby. But in the last moments of the movie, their affair comes to everyone's notice and things are resolved. Chandan marries Gunja ultimately with everybody's consent.  

You have seen HAHK! So you knew that. Right? :-)  

Nadiya Ke Paar was released in 1982 and became a superhit. It ran houseful for years in a movie theatre in Allahabad. It is based on a Hindi novel by Keshav Prasad Mishra called "Kohbar Ki Shart". Although it captures only the first half of the novel with the change that Gunja gets married to Chandan in the movie. In the novel, the proposed marriage between Gunja and Omkar does take place and the story continues after that.  

Nadiya Ke Paar’s sheer simplicity sets it apart from its contemporaries. Ravindra Jain immortalized the songs with superb music and lyrics. Sachin and Sadhna were proficient as lead actors. Direction of Govind Moonis was brilliant. Rajshri Productions have some wonderful gems in their kitty, this one surely ranks very high among them(Best being HAHK, which ironically is a remake of NKP as i’ve already pointed). When you start the movie, you wish that this movie should never end. Especially the first half, totally fun. A must watch!

अपनी अपनी पैंत :)

अपनी अपनी पैंत ?? आप सोच रहे होंगे की अब भाई ये क्या नयी चीज़ आ गयी? अगर आप नॉर्थ इंडिया से हैं या आज की जेनरेशन से वास्ता रखते हैं, तो शायद इस शब्द से आपका परिचय पहले ही हो चुका हो. पैंत का मतलब होता है टशन बोले तो स्टाइल मारना याने की शो ऑफ करना मतलब रौब जमाना जैसे शेखी बघारना या फिर यूँ समझ लो बड़े शब्दों में की सूडो-पेर्सोनालिटी(Pseudo Personality) आपकी.... ऐसे ढेर सारे अर्थ निकाल सकते हैं आप इस लफ्ज़ के.
आइये आपको एक उदाहरण से समझाता हूँ पैंत के बारे में . किसी भी सरकारी ऑफिस में चले जाइए आप. जो सबसे बड़ा ऑफिसर होता है ना, उसकी पैंत सबसे जादा होती है. उसके नीचे वाला अफसर उसके सामने तो भीगी बिल्ली होता है, लेकिन बाकी लोगों के सामने उसकी भी पैंत कम नहीं होती. ऐसे ही क्रम चलता रहता है. सबकी अपनी अपनी पैंत का.

क्या सोच रहे हो? कि क्या बकवास है ये? अरे मैं कभी बकवास के अलावा कुछ और बात करता हूँ भला !

चलो एक और थोड़ा close example लेते हैं. घर पर जब तक पिताजी नहीं होते तब तक बच्चे पैंत में रहते हैं, शरारत करते हैं, बिंदास टीवी देखते हैं, मम्मी कि बात नहीं सुनते.. लेकिन शाम को पिताजी के घर पधारते ही ........ उनकी पैंत रफू-चक्कर हो जाती है. अब समझे? नहीं समझे!! .. मैं मान ही नहीं सकता..

चलो, एक last example देता हूँ एकदम heart वाला touching.. आप सड़क पर चले जा रहे हैं.. अकेले.. सामने से कोई सुन्दर सी सुकुमाल सी प्यारी सी(बोले तो: हॉट) कन्या आती हुई दिखाई पड़ती है. क्या करते हैं आप? छाती फूल जाती है, चौड़ में आ जाते हैं, बाल-वाल ठीक करते हैं, अपनी चाल का ध्यान रखते हैं, नज़र बचा कर देखते हैं उसे...मतलब आप तुरंत झट से अपनी पैंत में आ जाते हैं. अब समझे? अब क्यूँ नहीं समझ आएगा ! :P

तो मैं इतना सब पैंत के बारे में बोल क्यूँ रहा हूँ आखिर ? क्युंकी मैंने देखा है कई लोगों को पैंत मारते. मुझे उन्हें देख अक्सर हंसी आ जाती है. आपने भी देखा होगा. बस नोटिस नहीं किया होगा, क्युंकी क्या पता.. आप भी शायद तब अपनी पैंत में रहे हों ?

:)

बरसों बाद..

Wrote this one for my university's farewell magazine, Alvida !
Dedicated to all my friends and to the best 4 years of my life.






बरसों बाद.. जब तुम्हारी नज़र पड़ेगी
और उस पुरानी तस्वीर पर जा रुकेगी
जिसमें हम सब यार हँस रहे हैं
एक केक के टुकड़े के लिए लड़ रहे हैं
तब इन दिनों को फिर से जीना नहीं चाहोगे भला ?


जब धूल भरी कोई फटेहाल कॉपी मिलेगी
जिसमें होगा वो tic-tac-toe का अधूरा गेम
जिसे खेलते हुए हमें class से बाहर निकाला गया था
याद कर.. तुम हँस पाओगे क्या ?


उसी कॉपी में रखा हुआ वो सूखा गुलाब
अधूरे प्यार की याद दिला जाए शायद
दोस्तों ने खूब मज़ाक उड़ाया था
ना
हँसते हँसते तुम टाल गए थे अपने दिल की बात
अब मीठी सी याद के सिवा कुछ बचा है क्या?


जब झगड़े में कसम खा लेते टांगे तोड़ने की :)

एक सॉरी, कोल्ड ड्रिंक और समोसे के बाद
ऐसे झगड़ा भूलते जैसे कुछ हुआ ही ना
हो
आज दुनिया कि formality में वो अपनापन कहीं पाओगे भला
  ?


Test में cheating करने पर जब साथ में पकड़े गए थे
और जब तुझे 0 और मुझे 1 मिला था
"कमीने दे दिया
ना धोखा.." तुमने कहा था
वैसा प्यार भरा धोखा अब कहीं खाओगे क्या
?


"अब चाय कौन पिलाएगा?" इस सवाल पर झगड़ते थे
चिल्लर जोड़ते, शर्तों में उलझे रहते थे और ध्यान...
चाय से ज़्यादा पीने वाली पे रखते थे
चिल्लर की मिठास अब किसी चाय में पाओगे
क्या ?


जब maggi खाते, गप्पें मारते निकल जाती थी रातें

जब birthday पर wishes कम, खायी थी ज़्यादा लातें
जब जाते जाते भर आई थी सबकी आँखें
जब ऐसे यार छूटे..और ना
जाने कितने सपने टूटे..
जब हमने decide किया था कि contact में रहेंगे
जब किसी ने 'keep-in-touch' को 'keep-touching' कहा था :')

याद है ना
?

बरसों बाद.. आज पता नहीं सारे वादे..
सारे contacts खो से गए हैं
दुनिया की रफ़्तार में फसे
भूल भुलैया में गुम गए हैं
कौन कहाँ है.. पता ही नहीं कुछ


बस इतनी उम्मीद है कि
कभी इस ओर मुड़ कर देखो
तो रोना मत, हँस देना..


बरसों बाद.. जब नज़र पड़े तुम्हारी

तो रोना मत, हँस देना..
इतनी सी है कसम
बस इतना ही मांग रही यारी..

पूछिये कभी खुद से

This poem can be categorized under 'aiweyii writings'. This is the outcome when i listen to too much of Jagjit Singh and read too much of senti shayari stuff. 

Disclaimer : Heavy dose मजनू - छाप material ahead. Read at your own risk!:)

क्या कभी प्यार था ?
हमसे क्या खुद से पूछिये
जो इश्क़ परवान चढ़ा था कभी
उसकी बची हुई राख़ से पूछिये

जहां की बातों में न आना
ज़ालिम दुनिया है इससे क्या पूछिये
ये तो चाहते हैं कोई खुश न रहे
बातों बातों में बात क्या है पूछिये

जनाब हम झूठ बहुत बोलते हैं
ऐतबार टूट चूका है अब हमसे न पूछिये
खुद पर यकीं रहा हो तो ठीक
वरना छोड़िये अब क्या पूछिए :)

वैष्णव जन तो तेने कहिये

A bhajan that has been my favourite ever since..(and Mahatma Gandhi's too, while the great old man almost completely incorporated the preachings of this bhajan in his life, i am still trying to inculcate them.)

वैष्णव जन तो तेने कहिये जे पीड पराई जाणे रे,
पर दु:खे उपकार करे तोये मन अभिमान न आणे रे,


सकल लोकमां सहुने वंदे निंदा न करे केनी रे,
वाच काछ मन निश्चल राखे धन धन जननी तेनी रे,


समदृष्टि ने तृष्णा त्यागी, परस्त्री जेने मात रे,
जिह्वा थकी असत्य न बोले, परधन नव झाले हाथ रे,


मोह माया व्यापे नहि जेने, दृढ़ वैराग्य जेना मनमां रे,
रामनाम सुताली लागी, सकल तीरथ तेना तनमां रे,


वणलॊभी ने कपटरहित जे, काम क्रोध निवार्या रे,
भणे नरसैयॊ तेनु दरसन करतां, कुण एकोतेर तार्या रे ॥



Line by line translation:
वैष्णव जन तो तेने कहिये
One who is a vaishnav

जे पीड पराई जाणे रे
Knows the pain of others

पर दु:खे उपकार करे तोये
Does good to others, esp. to those ones who are in misery

मन अभिमान न आणे रे
Does not let pride enter his mind



सकल लोकमां सहुने वंदे
A Vaishnav, Tolerates and praises the the entire world

निंदा न करे केनी रे,
Does not say bad things about anyone

वाच काछ मन निश्चल राखे
Keeps his/her words, actions and thoughts pure

धन धन जननी तेनी रे
O Vaishnav, your mother is blessed



समदृष्टि ने तृष्णा त्यागी
A Vaishnav sees everything equally, rejects greed and avarice

परस्त्री जेने मात रे
Considers some one else’s wife/daughter as his mother

जिह्वा थकी असत्य न बोले
The toungue may get tired, but will never speak lies

परधन नव झाले हाथ रे
Does not even touch someone else’s property



मोह माया व्यापे नहि जेने
A Vaishnav does not succumb to worldly attachments

दृढ़ वैराग्य जेना मनमां रे
Who has devoted himself to stauch detachment to worldly pleasures

रामनाम सुताली लागी
Who has been edicted to the elixir coming by the name of Ram

सकल तीरथ तेना तनमां रे,
For whom all the religious sites are in the mind



वणलॊभी ने कपटरहित जे
Who has no greed and deciet

काम क्रोध निवार्या रे
Who has renounced lust of all types and anger

भणे नरसैयॊ तेनु दरसन करतां
The poet Narsi will like to see such a person

कुण एकोतेर तार्या रे ॥
By who’s virtue, the entire family gets salvation

Story of a boy: School Days

In the summers of 1990, a small village boy comes to a city with his parents. His dad had just been posted in a government job. They didn't even have enough money for boy's admission in a school. One day his father's friend takes the boy with him, pays the fee and gets him into a nursery school in the colony. The spoiled village boy starts learning. He sees alphabets, numbers, games, poems, stories and falls in love with them. Of course he does not realize this at that time because he was too busy enjoying it.

The boy is then moved to a Hindi medium primary school where the monthly fee was Rs. 55. This was the best his parents could afford. He starts doing well in studies. His teachers liked him, friends loved him, and competitors envied him. The boy then moves a step ahead and after his primary education takes admission into an English medium school. Excelling in Maths, Hindi and Sanskrit from the beginning -because of his Hindi-medium-education background- he begins his long journey. But the English was intimidating. Such was the state of his English that he pronounced ‘salt’ as ‘saalt’ while ‘B e a - u t i - f u l’ was the toughest spelling he knew - that too was memorized in parts. Nobody likes a change. His fellow students in the new class loathed him and distinguished him as a dumb-ass from a third rate Hindi-medium school. Some even pitied the poor creature.

In the first monthly exams in this new school the boy fails his computer test. He cries. From always scoring a 95+ score, he had fallen to the bottom of the class. Dejected but resolute, with the support of his parents the boy starts working upon his weak areas. He read English newspapers aloud when he was alone, had long discussions with his father on history, geography and civics, worked extra hard on his weak subjects. Science and maths were easy. He used to mug up full pages of history lessons because he could not read or write English; on the other hand his classmates just sailed through easily. He hated his new school. He hated his parents. He hated everybody. But the boy had an unwavering spirit whose dreams were not limited. Within one year, the things had completely changed. The lad was now the topper of his class. Nothing succeeds like success; he excelled in academics, won essay competitions, learned calligraphy and painting, represented his school in debates, even got suspended for asking too many questions, gave speeches, joined the disciplinary committee, became class captain, shone in quizzes, volunteered for numerous activities, took part in singing and dancing events, toured Europe and most important of all got the affection of his peers and teachers. He felt good. And for the first time in his life, he felt special!

Of course he was a small kid who was learning many things and making many mistakes. In the journey he got hurt by some and hurt some. Sometimes boisterously mocked his friends and laughed upon them, sometimes had a fight, sometimes helped someone. Envy, love, hate, admiration and fear are few of the countless emotions he experienced. To err is human, and the boy was no different. But the positives he earned in these school days became his lessons for  life. With many ups and downs, the boy completed his schooling.

And well, in case you haven’t guessed it yet, that boy is me!

I am still waging the war which was started long ago from that kindergarten school - to mark my place in this competitive world. I am still a ‘nobody’, wanting to be a ‘somebody’. But while looking back I now realize that things that mattered the most then, were actually the least important of the lot. To me everything looks so small, so fickle at this moment. At the dusk of my life while introspecting will I see things in a similar manner? Everything insignificant? Fickle? I often wonder.

यारी

हसीं इतनी भी होगी, ख्वाब सी ये ज़िन्दगी
हमसफ़र आयेंगे इतने प्यारे.. कब सोचा था

वादी में बहती नदी, और खिले फूल
ऐसा मदमस्त समां होगा.. कब सोचा था

ठंडी चांदनी में नहाते हुए, झूमते हुए
रातें कटेंगी बातों में.. कब सोचा था

फिर बिछड़ जायेंगे यूँ ही, एक दम से
अंजाम-ए-यारी होंगे फासले इतने.. कब सोचा था

कश्ती

कश्ती सा तू
बहती नदिया सा जीवन
थमना नहीं तेरा मुक़द्दर
मिलना है तुझे एक दिन
उसमें जो है अथाह समुन्दर
बहता चल.. तू बहता चल

और कश्तियाँ मिलेंगी
रिश्ते जुड़ेंगे बातें बनेंगी
कुछ पल का साथ होगा
समाप्त होने के लिए सब एक दिन
कि दरिया मंज़िल होगा
कहता चल.. तू कहता चल

रुकना नहीं थमना नहीं
एक जगह तू जमना नहीं
नियति तेरी ले जायेगी उसमें
वो जो है अथाह समुन्दर
बहता चल.. तू बहता चल

कोई लौटा दे

वो बचपन के ज़माने
जब बड़े सयाने

डांटा करते
हम रोया करते

गुस्से में फूल
फिर सब भूल

लुका छुपी खेलते
माँ की गोद में छुपते

स्कूल में टीचर
अजीब क्रियेचर

मस्ती और पढ़ाई
मज़ाक में लड़ाई

फिर मैदान में
क्रिकेट या पकड़म पकड़ाई

शाम झट बीत जाती
घर आके, टीवी चलाते

पापा ऑफिस से आते
टीवी बंद हम भाग जाते

होमेवर्क को खोल
करते झोल

थोडा पढ़ते
ड्राइंग करते

लेते शावर
फिर डिज़्नी आवर

रात को दूध देख
अजीब चेहरे बनाते

कहानी बिना सोते नहीं
पापा डांट लगाते

माँ सुलाती
हम सो जाते..

फिर सपने में
बड़े होने के ख्वाब देखते
इस बात से अनजान
कि बड़े होकर हम
इसी बचपन को तरसेंगे...

Quotes iLike

"The most beautiful thing about life is; is that it ends." :)

 Indeed. All your problems, sorrows, joys, disappointments,  success have to end one day. People don't want to leave this place forgetting that they are nothing but a tiny speck(on a tiny speck:) in this universe.The fear of it all ending one day keeps the thrill on.



"One's philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes." 

 And the choices which one makes lead to his actions. As somebody said once that 'my actions are my teachings!" We often judge people by seeing their actions. Their philosophy is then not needed to be asked. It just shows.



"Don't make a promise, when you are in joy; Don't reply when you are sad, Don't take decision when you are angry."

Found this one pretty apt. Truly said. May be that's why companies say, "Under-promise. Over-deliver."



"In a day when you don't come across any problems- you can be sure you are traveling in a wrong path." ~ Swami Vivekanand 

 Problems are an integral part of life. We have to get accustomed to the fact that there is no way without problems. And it is because of adverse conditions, that you find happy days Happy :) Its all balanced.



"Life is a greedy algorithm. Greedy algorithms are usually not optimum." 

 A geeky quote. Greed and false ego drives our actions these days. Not need, not desire, not wants but greed. Man has become so selfish that he has forgotten the basics - simple living, high thinking.

 


"You grow up the day you have your first real laugh, at yourself." ~Ethel Barrymore 

 You laugh at the world all the time but in the process you often forget that somebody is also laughing at you at the same time. The day you will find yourself, you are surely going to have a big boisterous laugh :)



"A child gives birth to a mother."

 Very well said this is. Can a woman be mother without the child? No.



"There are only two options regarding commitment; you're either in or you're out. There's no such thing as life in-between." ~Pat Riley 

 Commitment takes a lot from you. And a confusion in the state of commitment is not acceptable. Although a stage prior to getting in or after getting out do exist.



"Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

 We mess things up. Trivial things become so important for us that we overlook the underlying harmony and peace in life. 



"Spend each moment perfecting the next, not correcting the last."

 Live in your present while having an eye on the future. Do not stop learning from your past.



"A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life." ~Lee Drake 

In the long run, nothing - absolutely nothing - matters. Do not give importance to numbers. Successful people were often big failures academically but they had the will to win and courage to follow their dreams, which is all what is desired.



"The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief." ~William Shakespeare, Othello 

 And the thief will never have the satisfaction he came for ;)


 
"If prayer is u saying to god..intuition is god saying to you."

 Intuition can be right or wrong. It does not matter actually. The wrong thing will also lead to the right thing. Only patience is required. 

कक्कू

कक्कू. सारा गाँव उन्हें कक्कू ही कहता है. मेरे छोटे नाना को ये नाम मेरी माँ, मामा और मौसियों की वजह से मिला. उनके चाचा होने के नाते पहले वे काका कहलाये और फिर ऐसे ही – ‘कक्कू’. बचपन में, मुझे तो याद नहीं, माँ बताती हैं, मैं और असीस(आशीष-मेरी मौसी का बेटा ) उनके पास ही सोया करते थे. कक्कू हम दोनों को अपने कन्धों पर बिठा लेते और खूब घुमाया करते. असीस थोडा ज़्यादा लाड़ला था. और मैं तब इतना छोटा था की जलना नही जानता था. मेरी छोटी नानी याने की काकी ये बताती हैं की कक्कू सारे घर को बैलगाड़ी(तांगा) में बिठा कर मेला लेके जाते थे. चाहे सुबह सुबह प्रभात फेरी में जाना हो, या गाँव में किसी भक्तों(देवी गीतों) का कार्यक्रम हो, कक्कू हमेशा सबसे आगे रहते हैं. भैंसों को नहलाते हुए, उनका दाना पानी करते या फिर दूध निकालते हुए कक्कू को फुर्सत ही कहाँ मिल पाती है.

कितने बरस बीत गए मैंने उन्हें बिना काम के बैठे नही देखा. कभी यूँ ही गाँव पहुँच जाओ तो काकी मिलती हैं बस घर पर और कक्कू, कक्कू या तो खेत में होते हैं या फिर घर का ही कुछ काम कर रहे होते हैं. माँ और उनके भाई बहिन, मैं और मेरे भाई बहिन और अब मुझसे अगली पीढ़ी, तीन पीढ़ियों के बच्चो के फेवरेट बस कक्कू ही रहे हैं. न जाने क्यूँ. उनमें शायद एक ऐसी मासूमियत है, ऐसी सादगी, ऐसा प्रेम भाव की बच्चे बस उनसे झट से दोस्ती कर लेते हैं.

कितने आँसू..

कितने आँसू छुपा रखे हैं
नैनों ने अपने दामन में
सौंधी खुशबू देते ये
बरखा बन सावन में

कितने आँसू..छुपा रखे हैं
नैनों ने अपने दामन में

एक आँसू ग़म का
जो छलकता है जब
दर्द हल्का कर जाता है

एक आँसू टीस का
उस अधूरी कहानी को बयां करता
हौले से ढलकता चला जाता है

फिर होता है एक आँसू तन्हाई का
जो दूर बैठे किसी अपने से
अक्सर मिलवा जाता है

एक आँसू यादों भरा
जो जब छलकता है
हसीं पलों को फिर जिंदा कर जाता है

होता है एक आँसू ऐसा भी फिर
जैसे किसी बच्चे का
बिना बात.. बस आ जाता है

एक आँसू प्यार का
सबसे पाक, और बेबाक
जाने क्या क्या कह जाता है

और आखिर में एक आँसू ख़ुशी का
जिसे सहेजने को जी करता है
क्युंकी यही आंसू है जो किसी ख़ास लम्हे को
यादगार बना जाता है

और कितने आँसू छुपा रखे हैं
नैनो ने अपने दामन में
सौंधी खुशबू देते जो
बरखा बन सावन में

कितने आँसू छुपा रखे हैं
नैनों ने अपने दामन में..

An engineering lecture's tale !!

Engineering is fun. Here is something from a lecture. Then written Live. Following tweets(Twitter ignorants, please call them status updates) were tweeted(yes its a verb!!) by me in an embedded systems lecture.

Sitting in embed lecture. Sirrr...bhook lagiii..chhod do...
12:10 PM Mar 16th

Hez talking abt smthng i hv no clue abt ..
12:12 PM Mar 16th

Yey..he askd a questn n nobody even acknowledged him..
12:14 PM Mar 16th

6 studs jst enterd d class.. 20 min late.. Wid no notebuks..
12:15 PM Mar 16th

Chaturr.. Silencer.. Ppl murmuring abt a fellow studnt.. Hez as stiff as wood..
12:17 PM Mar 16th

answer any damn rubbish n d prof wil agree coz he himself knws nthng
12:23 PM Mar 16th

'kya padha rha hai yaarr..' says rajat whose sitting nxt to me
12:26 PM Mar 16th

'sirrrr....bass..' anothr appeal turned down by prof..he carries on wid god knws wht..
12:29 PM Mar 16th

attendence tym..and thus anothr torture session ends..yeyyiii
12:32 PM Mar 16th