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जिन्दा हूँ मैं।

जिन्दा हूँ मैं।

हर रोज़ लड़ता हूँ,
खुद की अकांक्षा के बोझ से,
दिन की नीरसता से,
रात के अँधेरे से.

हर रोज सोचता हूँ,
क्या है कल में,
हक़ीक़त और सपनो के अंतर में,
जीवन से सफर के अंत में,

हर रोज़ कोशिश करता हूँ,
आज को जीने की,
गलतियों से सिखने की,
आज को कल से बेहतर बनाने की,

जिन्दा हूँ मैं; क्योंकि,
हर रोज़ लड़ता हूँ,
हर रोज़ सोचता हूँ और
हर रोज़ कोशिश करता हूँ।


Glimmering through the tree leaves, Drenched in the moon light, I walk on the country road.

Away from the city light, And the perpetual city noise, I listen to the nature.

Chirping cricket and croaking Frog, Moon lit lonely road, I hum the old song.

Peaceful mind and dancing heart,
Lost in the hustle of city, I feel my heart beat.

Like another of me arguing with me, Debating the decisions yet to take, I realize myself.

Heart and mind communicates,
Clearing the unclear thoughts, I promise myself more rendezvous.


A bad day; Or so I say.
Little realizing what bad day actually is.
That charming batter had bad day,
God called him to show the cover drive.

I kept cribbing of my problems,
Popping out all the time.
Too busy to see,
I lived one another day.

Let me live,
Among peace and harmony,
A quick smile,
To the fellow commuter.

The look of your face,
Calling me fail and,
Chiding me as unworthy,
Take my smile.

For I believe in God,
Who wants me happy,
Caring for me always,
With infinity as boundary.

A happy day, I did not fail.
I will try once more,
One more step,
Just one more step.

Wondering How Many Years

As I got up one morning,
A day less in my life,
Wondering how years have passed;
Silently, Just the other day,
I was small.

A sudden fear dawned,
If the years pass this fast,
Wondering how many years will pass;
Silently, Just the other day,
I will be old.

I have worries now,
Many How and What unanswered,
Wondering how many years have passed;
Without answers, Just the other day,
I survived happily for so many years.

These worries are futile,
Really? Heart asked gently,
Wondering how many years will pass;
Winning over worries, to find new worries,
I will survive happily all the years to come.

I fear old age.
The weak bones and sinking mind,
Wondering how many years have passed;
Running after the last bus in a crowded bus,
I  will prefer comfortable seat in my car.

I am content.
Mind says run and heart says okay,
Wondering how many years will pass,
To run mind and heart in unison,
I will be happy and satisfied.

Oh you!

There I was, on my way home.
Drowned in melancholy reflections;
Of my days at college and with her.
Windows promptly shut;
Wind you know, was so chilly.

I made up a world in my mind,
Without her presence and,
Like gold without lusture,
I was a king without kingdom.

Anxious, annoyed and helpless,
I tried cheering myself with,
The rains outside and shimmering lights,
from big buildings and street lamps.

Ugly real world, I avoided.
At least I was trying to.
The familiar tone woke me up,
and the name cheered me up.

I talked and talked, I smiled and  laughed.
Oh you! the smile on your face,
Makes my world happy and windows open,
As wind was so refreshing.
And I was a king with kingdom once again.

Romancing Bangalore

Coming to a new city is like  running after a girl whom you don't know at all. You have heard about the city from your friends much the same way as you get updated from your friends as soon as you tell them that this girl is your new crush. Some friends tell you about the good things. Like some said "Bangalore has got excellent breweries", "Bangalore has amazing rock culture" or "Bangalore serves you with great filter kappi". Some people complained.  They said, "Bangalore has worst traffic; you end up half your life in bus", "Bangalore is very costly" or "Auto wallahs never agree by meter". 

 Okay! Like a new found crush, I had my own ideas about Bangalore. I stalked the city on Quora; reading answers about how they started this city as IT hub, and how is transportation..blah...blah..
I started looking for check-in by my friends at different places in Bangalore. I must admit that I was still in relationship with Pu…

No IT company in Bihar?

Is there any scope of IT industry in Bihar?
Obviously! There is plenty of scope. But first let's investigate how Bangalore become what it is now. How did Bangalore become the biggest IT hub in India and why was no other Indian city able to compete with it ?

They say Texas Instrument was the first company which wanted to set up their office in India due to the high percentage of Indians (South Indians were dominant) working in TI, US office. They visited Mumbai and Chennai, but bureaucratic hurdles stopped them from doing so. When they visited Karnataka, R. Gundu Rao, then Chief Minister came personally to receive them as well as provided them all kind of support they needed to establish themselves. Furthermore, He sanctioned many engineering colleges which helped in creating an environment for development. Jamshed Ji Tata founded IISc in 1899 which is the top center for research and development with its well equipped labs and well qualified teachers. Furthermore, many go…

Making of India as we know it

How many princely states were in India at the time of Independence?
They were so many in  number that historians are not even in agreement about their number. Some histroians claim 521, while others say 565. But certainly they were more than 500 and varied widely
in terms of size and status. Kashmir and Hyderabad were larger in size than many countries of the world whereas some were just combination of dozen of villages. British created many proposals which allowed them to control many important aspect of Indian princely states like military, succession at a hefty fee without taking any responsibility of welfare of its people. (Parallels may be drawn to last government where Manmohan Singh was prime minister while decisions were taken somewhere else.) These states had their own railways, currency and stamps, but as aptly pointed by one British observer,"The states were sinks of reaction and  incompetence and unrestrained autocratic power sometimes exercised by vicious and deranged…


Somebody down the street plays,
Delilah don't you worry.
And how I wish, somebody say;
Its gonna be all right.

Escape was long gone option,
Convinced that its all for comfort,
I think of pain, grief and sorrow
of separation and distances.

And when finally when, to you;
The picture looks complete,
Things come uncalled for,
You whisper, Life you bitch.

Its midnight, chilly wind,
and scattered city lights;
You make patterns of them,
streaming your inner voices.

Rolling on the bed,
customary good nights untold;
Hope; They say, makes you see
the light, amid all darkness.

The Divison: India and Pakistan

Recently Google made a series of videos describing close relations between commoners of India and Pakistan. The second chapter of India After Gandhi opens with very valid question:

Did India have to be partitioned? The nostalgia of undivided India has been mostly manifest among the people on Indian side of the border. But there has sometimes been a sense of loss displayed in what has become Pakistan too. There are three main explanations behind the above stated question:
Congress Leadership underestimated Jinnah and the Muslim Nehru and Gandhi made major errors of judgement in their dealings with the Muslim League. In the 1920s, Gandhi ignored Jinnah and tried to make common cause with the mullahs. In the 1930s, Nehru arrogantly and what later elections showed, falsely, claimed that the Muslim masses would rather follow his socialist stands than a party based on faith.Meanwhile, the Muslims steadily moved over from the Congress to the League. In the 1930s, when Jinnah was willing to ma…

The Birth of India: Tales of 1946-1947

On 31 December 1929, Congress President Jawaharlal Nehru hoisted Indian Flag on the banks of Ravi River during the Lahore session of Congress. Lahore session saw Indian National Congress resolved for Poorna Sawaraj. Congress asked Indian nationalist to celebrate 26th of January as Independence Day.
Freedom came to India after about 17 years of their first "Independence Day" on 15 August 1947. British chose to handover power on 15 August 1947 as it was the anniversary of Japanese surrender to the Allied forces in the Second World War. Even the Independence Day of India was not escaped by the Indian habit of horoscope matching as apparently due to some astrologers declaration of 15tth of August as an inauspicious day, special session of Constituent Assembly was held on 14th August.

Celebrations began at 11 p.m. with singing of Vande Mataram  and was followed by speeches. It concluded with presentation of flag on behalf of the women of India. There were three main speakers: Ch…

चम्पक से वॉट्सएप्प तक

गर्मी की छुट्टी थी,
आम के बगीचे थे,
पेड़ो पर झूले थे,
सूखे पत्तो का ढेर था।

आस-पड़ोस में बच्चे थे,
दादी-नानी की कहानियाँ थी,
नंदन-चम्पक के चीकू-मीकू थे,
लुका-छिपी और साइकिल का शौक था।

गर्मी की छुट्टी है,
कंक्रीट के जंगल है,
हाथ में स्मार्टफ़ोन है,
वॉट्सएप्प और फेसबुक अकाउंट है।

फेसबुक पर ५०० फ्रेंड्स है,
दिल टूटने वाले फेसबुक पोस्ट है,
चम्पक-नंदन वाले चीकू-मीकू खो गए,
लाइक्स और शेयर का शौक है।

Lalu Ji shops!

Flipkart buys out Myntra for $300 m
A big headline appeared in the newspaper. Lalu Ji found the news amusing. Sitting on the charpoy with the newspaper in his hand, he exclaims in dialect of his own.
"Arey RamKhelawan, ee..flipkartwa ka dukaan kahan hai?"
The question was stunning. RamBhulawan stopped milking the cow. Upandar stopped massaging Lalu ji's feet. Bhupendar stopped massaging Lalu ji's head. Ramu, who was preparing tea for everyone, went blank and tea started overflowing. Everything stopped where it was.
"Sab muh ka taak rahe ho..tum sabko kuch pata bhi hai!! Jaldi pata kar ke batao!!", growled angry Lalu Ji.

Suddenly, the house was in commotion which was unseen before. Everyone was on phone. All associates of Lalu ji sat together in cowshed surrounded by Lalu ji's favorites buffaloes and cows. One of the associate's father's maternal uncle's sister's sister-in-law's son was IT professional in Infosys. He was…

Will Ketki meet Neha?

This blog has not have many visitors in recent days. The reason could be lack of interesting articles in general; and lack of interesting topics for me to write in particular. So, I logged on my blog and was fumbling for something interesting to write. Good for me that after about an hour of struggle, I found one.

There is this girl whom I talk to. Almost regularly. No!! Its not what you are thinking. We are just good friends,  you know! I asked her today how her weekend was. She said she attended some workshop of an NGO where they taught her about captioning photographs. She is an engineer, by default from a reputed college and lives in one of the India's most bright cities. 
There is one more girl whom I know. Normal education. Not some fancy degree. Society would term her average student even though half of the female in India can't read/write despite given free bicycles. She is chemistry graduate from some unknown university named after another random politician and she l…

Stop Spitting

So I was traveling in a bus while my way back to home after work. My fellow traveler sitting at window seat suddenly spitted half chewed tobacco on the road. Though he took extreme caution not to shower anyone on road, but It feels bad to see roads defaced by his irresponsible act. Today morning, I was crossing the road when a passing auto driver gargled on the road splashing the dirty water all over road. I wish I had taken picture of this. Recently I was on my way to Goa. While I was waiting for  mostly punctual Goa Express, a tea vendor repeatedly spitted on the platform itself, to be precise near the poles supporting railway shed. There were children playing few meters from the place of his act. I wonder if the people don't know the health concerns originating from their mindless spitting here and there. Plus the spitting exercise leaves onlookers with a disgusting feeling.

Long long ago


Yes, You.

You are not as important as you think you are. Nobody cares about you. Wait! What did you just say? You are saying that those people whom you call everyday; and spill your heart thinking that they are your people really care about you! Look around!!! Everybody is  laughing. Poor you. I guess you should come out of your fantasy. And the reasonable you, have buried in grave dug by irrational and sentimental arguments. Listen to him for some time. Come on, man. Give up your pretended face. Enjoy fresh air and freedom.

Whom are you cheating? No one but yourself.

Tell me when did you last see a mirror.

You don't remember. Right? Because you don't want to face the ugly truth. You are not the one. Believe it.

Long long ago you existed. Long long ago.

Now you are just remembered.

पोलिटिकल बकवास

चुनाव का मौसम है।   ऑफिस  आते जाते रोड पर चुनाव की चहल पहल दिख जाती है। चंद रोज पहले कांग्रेस के प्रत्याशी का रोड शो था।  शायद मैं उनके काफिले के ५-१० मिनट बाद पहुँचा था।  रोड पर  फूल बिखरे पड़े थे।  अभी शायद कुछ समय पहले वो नेता जी के गले की शोभा बने फिर रहे होंगे।  बचपन में एक कविता पढ़ी थी - पुष्प की अभिलाषा।  बचपन में तो इतने समझने की शक्ति नहीं थी की कवि क्या कहना चाहते है।  तब तो बुरा ही लगता था की कवि क्यों कहते है, परीक्षा में "प्रस्तुत पंक्तियाँ माखन लाल चतुर्वेदी द्वारा रचित पुष्प की अभिलाषा नाम की कविता से ली गयी है। " यहाँ तक लिखने के बाद समझ ही नहीं आता था की आगे क्या लिखा जाए।  खैर मैं वो कविता नीचे प्रस्तुत करता हूँ।  

चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ चाह नहीं, प्रेमी-माला में बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ चाह नहीं, सम्राटों के शव पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ चाह नहीं, देवों के सिर पर चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने जिस पर जावें वीर अनेक ।।
अगर कवि सही कह रहे है तो पुष्प पर दया आ रही है क्यूंकि उस पथ पर तो ऐसे…

बुरा भी लगता है।

एन-डी-टी-वी  के रवीश कुमार का एक इंटरव्यू देख रहा था।  हालाँकि आदत है रवीश जी को इंटरव्यू लेते हुए देखने कि पर इस बार वो इंटरव्यू दे रहे थे।  काफी रोचक व्यक्तित्व के मालिक है रवीश जी।  हर मुद्दो पर उनकी राय अनोखी होती है।  अनोखी इसलिए नहीं कि वो कुछ बड़ी बड़ी बातें करते है, या कुछ हट कर बातें करते है।  अनोखी इसलिए क्यूंकि जमीन  से जुडी बातें करते है।  ऐसा नहीं लगता कि सामाजिक - राजनैतिक विषयों का प्रकांड पंडित बातें कर रहा है, बल्कि उनकी बातें हमारी बात होती है।  बिहार के किसी छोटे कस्बे  में चल जाइये, मोहल्ले की कोने में चाय पीते हुए आम जनता सामाजिक और राजनैतिक परिदृश्य की ठीक उसी तरह विश्लेषण करती है जैसी रवीश जी करते है।  

मसलन  रवीश जी कहते है कि मुझे ट्रेन  के खाने से कोई शिकायत नहीं है, कौन सा बार बार खाना है, एडजस्ट कर लीजिये। मुझे याद आती है अपने पापा की, पापा के मित्र की , और ट्रैन के स्लीपर बोगी में चलने वाले सहयात्रियों की  जिनको मैंने ये बोलते सुना है।   

जिस समय में हम रह रहे है, ये समय काफी क्रन्तिकारी है।  बड़े शहरो कि बातें नहीं करूँगा।  अपने शहर कि बात करता हूँ…

वो (भाग १ )

कहने को तो कई साल बीत गए. बात भी नहीं होती अब तो उस से ज्यादा। हाँ, कभी कभार बात होती है. कुछ ख़ास नहीं, बस दुआ-सलाम और हाल-चाल।  दिल की बातें जुबान से कहीं भी नहीं जाती और मैं क्या कोई भी कह नहीं पाता होगा। पर उम्मीद करता हूँ सब पता ही होगा उसे, जो नहीं कहा शायद वो भी।  समय भागा जा रहा है।  मुश्किल है इसके साथ चलना। पीछे पलट कर देखना तो भूल ही जाओ, बस किसी तरह बस हर वक़्त कोशिश करता हूँ  ज्यादा पीछे ना छूट जाऊं। सिनेमा - कहानियाँ कोई यूँ ही नहीं लिखता। अंदर एक कोने में दबे हुए किस्से होते है, जो वक़्त- बेवक़्त छोटी - छोटी चीज़ों से याद आ जाती है।  और मेरे साथ, शायद ये कुछ ज्यादा ही होता है। कितने साल से मेरे बैग में उसकी कलम  है।  उसने माँगा भी था कभी, और मैंने वापस करने का वादा भी किया था।  कह नहीं सकता कि मैं भूल गया या भूलने का नाटक किया, पर नतीज़ा ये है कि  मेरे बैग में अभी भी उसकी कलम है।  नहीं देना चाहता वापस। अधूरी कहानियाँ अच्छी नहीं लगती। बेचैन करती है, अंत जानना जरुरी होता है।  पर क्या अंत होता है किसी कहानी का।  नहीं होता है, बस कहानी का एक भाग ख़त्म होता है।  कहानी …