विडम्बना

ज़िन्दगी से उलझी मै
चुप चाप सी बैठी यूं,
धडकनों की रफ्तार को
समझने की कोशिश में।

आसमान पर नज़रे बांधे
न जाने क्या तलाशने को,
उत्सुकता के असंख्य बाण
बदलो को चीड़ जाने को।

उत्सुख आंखों मै बने ख्वाब
अपना कल थे बना रहे,
पर फिर क्यूँ छलके आँसूं यूँ
ख्वाबो को बहा ले जाने को ।

अपेक्षाओं ने कही बांधे थे ये पर मेरे
जकडे थे कई अरमानो को कसके ,
उढ़ न पाने की थी विवशता मुझे
खुले आसमान से वंचित कर जाने को।

बरकत की रिमझिम बूंदों मे
था भीगने का अरमान बड़ा ,
गरजे जब, तब न बरसे कभी वो
तनहाइयों को साथ छोड़ जाने को।

धुंधलाती तस्वीर अपनों की अब
बिछड़ने का कर रही इशारा,
डगमगाने लगे हर जस्बात कही तब
अपनों को भुला दे जाने को।

आज मन एकांत हो
फिर किस सोच में उलझ पड़ा,
लड्की हूँ, तो बंधन हज़ार
दिल को यहीं समझाने को।

A Lesson learnt……

People say your ‘experiences should allow you to frame lessons for tomorrow’. Very true the statement is! It was yesterday when I learnt it….
People breaking rules and laws is not a new thing, I had seen many smoking in ‘No Smoking zones', taking U turns in ‘No U turn’s or sneaking through Red signal when there are no traffic cops available…there are many. The more rules you put on people to control, the more they tend to break them. Well I break them when it comes to satisfy my craving for Pani Puris .That plate of which had cost me almost 1000 bucks yesterday.
In Bangalore it is very difficult to find a good Pani Puri stall. You know South Indians are not so good in making North Indian Chats (I’m sorry If I had offended any one by my statement)…Ahmm…coming to the point. So like other days I and Mohit (my colleague) were coming back from work. It was 8:30 in the evening and unlike other days it was pretty early for us. He was on his way to drop me to my PG.And it was then when I spotted a Pani Puri stall. I swear I could not resist myself and just screamed ‘Mohit, stop!’. Soon I realized I was very loud. Mohit did not know what to do and pressed the breaks all of a sudden and guess what we were almost hit by another bike coming behind.
'Apology…Apology…Apologieeees’ I kept on saying to me. I was ready for a tough lesson by him…You know he loves to preach…He kept on preaching me about Do’s and Don’ts when you are on road, especially when on his bike. His Gyan apart, I could convince him to have Pani Puri. So he took me to the stall and to his surprise there was no parking place for his beloved bike. Oh! Forgot to tell you Mohit loves his bike very much, a small scratch on it would ruin his whole day.
Anyways we could not find any and he decided to look for some other stall where he can park his bike. As I said In Bangalore you rarely find good North Indian Chats and this stall was one among them. And I was no way to compromise with my taste buds. I begged Mohit to park it in front of the adjacent shop. After all a plate won’t take much time. He agreed and parked his bike in front of the medical shop. It was the last piece he was putting in his mouth which he dropped after seeing his bike being taken by ‘TIGER’. (Well what the hell the 'beast' been doing there??) Eh...Eh...well excuse me. FYI, TIGER are the group of people who are appointed to pull bikes, parked in ‘no parking’ areas, in to their mini trucks, and dump them to nearest police station. They do get commission from police for every bike they get.
I went blank, did not know what to do, I started running behind the truck with my plate of Pani Puri. I did not even realize how funny I would be looking doing that. Mohit was helpless as it was too late to stop them. I was unable to face him. He was red in anger. Within no time we took an autorikshaw to reach the nearest police station to collect the bike. He was silent all the way, I held his hand, and he did not react. I thought he went numb. I could not dare to ask him anything. Very soon we reached the police station and we saw the bike kept there. We rushed inside to do the formalities. We had another preaching session by the cop before he handed over the bike to us. A fine of 300 was also to be given. Mohit released a sigh of relief…We got on the bike and he dropped me to my PG.
It did not end there. I was getting down of the bike and soon I could smell another trouble ahead. It seems I lost my mobile phone… ‘GOD SAVE ME!!!’I was saying it so loud inside, Mohit could make out, and that something went wrong again. Hell broke! I was shivering with fear. ‘I am not getting my mobile Mohit’. Mohit hit his forehead hard with his palm. I went blank again .Random thoughts kept on coming to my mind ‘S**t it was an expensive one, I had corporate sim in it, do I remember my boyfriend’s number?’ How about my home? Do I remember the landline number? How do I contact my Home?’ I was lost in my dream world, thinking what if I do not get it back? Mohit shook me hard. Soon I came to my senses… I was sure I left it in the same autorickshaw. It was not possible to trace the autorickshaw by any chance. It was already 9 past 20 minutes. He tried calling my phone, someone picked up. A bold voice replied. Seems to be the same cop who had just taught us the lesson. We rode back to the police station. Lucky enough to find my mobile back! Police had to call the Auto wala again to confirm that it was my mobile. All's well whose ends well. We came out of police station and there the Auto wala demanded 500 bucks.I was not surprised by the demand.But 500 was a bit much.He tried giving explanations.Without a second thought I gave him the amount and said thanks.
Finally we were coming back! We did not talk all the way. He dropped me and left. I kept standing there for a while, thinking whom to curse.
No doubt it has to be me….

Proud Indian????

I introduce myself as proud Indian to any foreigner. Ahmm…Did I just say proud?
But to any Indian, I become little precise; sometimes I become even more precise on demand by telling about my city, town and district. And then I calculate how big is my country! So big that it becomes its biggest hurdle to manage.
I remember a girl whom I met in a train long back, Shikha Yadav. She said she belonged to Uttar Pradesh. But later when the conversation progressed, she being slipshod, accidentally utters she was from Bihar. Later she apologized for hiding being a Bihari.
What made her to do so? She said she feels embarrassed by calling herself a Bihari, but ironically she’s a proud Indian! So the root lies in our mindsets. Was she embarrassed because Bihar is a poor state and not technologically advanced as any other state? If yes then was it her fault? It needs a collective effort to upgrade. And all discriminations are man made. Which is to be eradicated.
Many a times I witnessed my friends relegating each other’s states and keeping their own state on top of their head. I used to feel, they might be from two separate countries, may be India and Pakistan or Iraq and Iran. Two disputable countries!
But critically relegating a state, which provides you education or help you earn your livelihood is ironical and sometimes inane. By making them inferior we ourselves proving cheap in our eyes. The horror picture of Mumbai now is the epitome. If gone by today’s status, future India will be no longer a country; it will split into 28 separate countries!
The present India resembles a stampede, where Unity, Brotherhood are being mindlessly crushed under the boorish, foolish strides of people. Throwing mud on each other will only make us dirty, remove the dirt out of the country and prosper together, make the bond stronger, make India proud!

WHEN EMOTIONS PLAY THE ROLE OF DEVIL

Most of us in our conscious state do everything right but sometimes our own actions are questioned by our conscience.

We all set certain principles in our lives by our own or other’s experiences. And when we desist to obey them, the common brunt we all need to bear is the regret and guilt. Our own emotions most of the time demonizes itself and turn out to be baleful. And when it over rules our principles, we undermine the action of justice.

Credulity and Innocence often makes us the victim of regret when a deleterious stranger deceives us. Human heart could only see the superficial selves others, it’s when your intuition guides you to look deep in their minds. If ‘to be Cynical ’ is in your list of principles you are saved. But beware of your own heart, which often melts seeing other’s tears and believes every sugarcoated talk.

Many of us are even the victims of Nepotism. If your principles does not allow you to be one of them then why often we fall for it when it comes to our loved ones? Very few could set an epitome as Mamta Banerjee did. Her principles kept her rigid and ossified her emotions for her siblings.

How self-centered we prove ourselves by covering the crimes of our kilns and end up doing injustice to the victim.

They are all the evil emotions, which pull you out of your track. But even we are lacking in setting our principles rigid. We are actually setting them with several ‘terms and conditions’ and cheat ourselves.

We need to centrifuge emotions from principles. Make our principles as strong as possible, let flow in the good emotion and do let your intuition guide you the best. Make you life meaningful and see the Magic!!!

26/11

The ‘Black Friday’ would be the nightmare for everyone. The ‘City of Dreams’ has witnessed one of the most audacious terrorist attacks, 26th Nov 2008, in the history of India. In true sense it was a barbaric act. Killing hundreds of innocent, helpless people around by spraying bullets, they have proved themselves coward. The formidable ‘Taj’ and ‘Oberoi’ were riddled with bullets, exploded with grenades. The roads were in pool of blood.
Among all terror attacks, this attack targeted British nationals and Americans, to get international attention. So far most of the terrorist attacks were by Muslim countries neighboring India. It was since Indo-Pak split, the countries were struggling to maintain a peaceful relationship among them. Terrorism has augmented it.Islamist’s commitment of transforming the world, based on their religious beliefs has destabilized the whole nation. They began Islamic terrorism.
In the last 3 months, terror has shaken Bangalore, Ahmedabad and Delhi in a row! Well to my surprise, so far no strong measures have been taken to tackle the sporadic terror attacks.
It was 9/11, six years ago, in the history of world, and since then US is been living safe. But for India it has been massive intelligence negligence every time for the repeated number of blasts.
Political pressure on Intelligence Agencies must be zeroed. To combat future terror attacks Anti- Terror agencies must be politically insulated.
Last but not the least, the most indispensible weapon in defense of country should be Integrity. This was a lesson for people like Raj Thakre, rightly to be called Anti Indians. Just to remind him that most of the NSG commandoes were brought from North to fight terrorist so that he can sleep peacefully! Let’s forget about states. We are all Indians and let that be our religion. Fight back terrorism; get the hell out of world. And let the world breathe peacefully.