Sunday, August 25, 2013

मौका तो दीजिये!

रिमझिम फुहारों का भी अपना मजा है,
एक दफा छाता घर भूल के तो आइये,

गलियों में खोने का भी अपना मजा है,
एक दफा रास्ता तो भूल के देखिये ,

गुनगुनाने का भी अपना मजा है,
एक दफा गाना याद तो कीजिये,

मुस्कुराने का भी अपना मजा है,
ज़रा लबों को मौका तो दीजिये!




Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Yes! One more Raksha Bandhan

On the eve of rakshabandhan, i had opportunity to go through this article: http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-1023053 . Then, i thought yes, we Indian are bad, always ogling on girls, always ready to brand next door girl characterless when she failed to appreciate your moves toward her. Then i thought, i have never heard of festival celebrating special relationship of brother and sister, though i have heard versions of Holi, Diwali, which are celebrated in other part of world. So, what is wrong. Are we just serious about our sisters, and rest all girls do not have brothers. And these foreigners do not have any right to make a statement like, "Do I tell them about bargaining at the bazaar for beautiful saris costing a few dollars a piece, and not mention the men who stood watching us, who would push by us, clawing at our breasts and groins?"

Because these foreign girls are always ready to sleep with anyone. Have not you seen English movies?
This country, India, which was bold enough to write kamsutra, suddenly found this topic taboo and not to be talked about. And those who talk it are characterless though as a man, we have every right to take adavantage of crowded bus or a sleeping girl in train. We were always considered as a country with rich culture, which this girl describes as "Do I tell them about our first night in the city of Pune, when we danced in the Ganesha festival, and leave it at that? Or do I go on and tell them how the festival actually stopped when the American women started dancing, so that we looked around to see a circle of men filming our every move?"  Well, of course she is lying, she must have been wrongly dressed, they should learn form our sisters how to clothe. Only if our sisters have been given freedom to choose.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Happy Independence day!

I wrote somewhere Happy Independence Day, people asked why Happy! Well, i have no answer so as to why independence day is happy. I am of the same generation as of the people  who asked why happy, so i wont say the filmy dialogue,"tumne abhi gulami ka dard nahi dekha hai, aazadi tumhe virasat me mili hai." Very well! I too, have not felt the pain and bound of foreign rule, so it will be lame to say that rhetorical answer. And may be the questioner wanted to underline the currant scenario where we are being ruled by politicians who are convicted of scams worth some lakhs crore rupees, or raping some innocent girl, or murdering an honest officer. May be the questioner is perturbed to see politicians who are majority crorepatis, do not even reflect before saying that 12 Rs is enough for a meal and then shamelessly defending. Or it may be the case that it is indeed sorry to see not a single MP of any political party do not even questioning the bill that increases the salary of MPs but the working hours of parliament is decreasing every year. Because they choose to disrupt the parliament rather than having serious talk on important bills that are going to shape the nation. While thinking to answer why this independence day should be happy, i pondered hard on present India because i do not want to take leverage of the great freedom struggle to convince people that this day is indeed happy. I wanted to think some good reason based on our present to say yes, it is happy, and it will be so. But while thinking, i kept on going deeper and deeper in all negative thoughts that would make us feel unhappy. So much of population, so much of poverty, so much of unemployment, lack of civil sense, so much of traffic, rising graph of crimes! Damn!

In despair, i intended not to answer him and be ignorant about the happiness quotient of the day in the same manner as we are ignorant about our local MLA, MPs. I logged on to facebook and the first post from my news feed was about one of my friends in Singapore who with some Indians there, was posing with tricolour. And, i found why we should be happy about independence day. Because we get to hold tricolour instead of Union jack. And if someone fails to appreciate this, there is no point in convincing. I remember, one of the first paintings, that we used to make in our childhood, was used to be tricolour. Orange, green sketch pens were first to dry in the new sketch pen set. Relish it. Cursing something is very easy.

Happy Independence day!




Sunday, August 11, 2013

I end up loving more!

Heart escaped a beat,
Tears rolled down,
Hands too weak,
To wipe them.

Lips dried,
Water Water it cries,
Legs refuse,
To stand up.

Its still dark outside,
it was occasional opening,
Of eyes, But now sleep,
Is miles away.

Birds chirping nearby,
Used to be soothing,
Now restlessness,
Irritating birds.

Days wont be same,
Neither will be night,
How hard i try,
I end up loving more.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Good Days!

Every traffic signal has something interesting. Once a tempo walked over my foot, and the other time a tempo  just ahead of me collided with bus in a race after signal turned green. You can see small children selling flowers, which reminds you of people for whom you would have bought those flowers, then there are vendors selling soap bubble guns, for which i had fought with my brother, as his worked fine and mine failed to produce any. Then you see, people who are carrying jhola with vegetables and i remembered how i used to run to my father once he knocked on the door. He had a distinctive way of knocking, and we used to spill everything in the jhola looking for something free with daily used commodities. They used to give something free then, like i remember having a pencil box free with Milo. Then i saw a couple with 5 year old child on a bike. Signal turned green and his bike stopped as soon as he accelerated. With cars honking behind, he was embarrassed, and desperately trying to start bike. My bus raced past him but it just took me to days when the scooter of papa was like most interesting thing to me. I used to stand in front asking papa to press horn every now and then, those bajaj scooters had hard horn buttons which were not easy to be pressed. While in my village, when we were expecting papa to come, any passing by scooter's sound was enough to make us run from home to road. And without any sense of exhaustion, i used to run like 15 - 20 times, until maa failed to convince me that papa was coming. And it always happened that he used to come when i stopped running. Then it used to be a short drive to near by canal on scooter which used to give me happiness that i would not get even if i were to ride space shuttle. We have this scooter even now, and its just more than scooter, its memories of good days when i do not have to think good or bad, rich or poor. Good days!