Saturday, 29 June 2013

IT’S BETTER TO BE SOMETHING THAN BEING NOTHING


IT’S BETTER TO BE SOMETHING THAN BEING NOTHING
FIGHT TILL LAST BREATH....

Naah … Naah … if you think that I am being pessimistic to think like this … than please I plead for the grievances …
I just mean to say that your position doesn’t matter a lot… what matter is how you tackle with the present situation… Yaar just do something… don’t just be bottled up in yourself… face the crowd with guts … fuck down each and every ass that turns against you… make people understand your capabilities… your power… what you can do… what are your limits … and how you can put their asses down their throat… arrey I am not a Jihadi … who is turning you against the system… but the clear-cut thing is that we are a part of system… we are its integral part … we need to do changes and improvise it so as to meet the needs of the present situation and circumstances… and to do so is our sole responsibility…
We live in a sucking system … it just sucks me … don’t know whether you feel the same… if you do a single thing that is not in the orthodox pattern as followed till today than its very obvious that thousands of fingers will turn around you to put you down… I just firmly believe in the changes… NOTHING IS PERMANENT IN THIS WORLD EXCEPT THE CHANGE…  Great lines by an anonymous writer…Nothing will be permanent … each and every fixation of ours is just temporary … each and everything loses its charm and its dignity … its honour… its pride… but one thing that goes side by side along with our screwed up…happy…or any kinda life is THE CHANGE … nature follows change… and so we do… we flow with the stream of time…then when it does come to the change in our system then … why can’t we just shut up our boggling mouth…
Our prevailing education system is just a huge failure and nothing great than that…My this blog post is dedicated to Mr. Gautam Kushwaha… a very good friend of mine…best friend I must say… naah … brother I must say… naah... naah… An integral part of myself… Each attribute that I add to him would be just so small to describe our relation… He was the person who withstood with me in my worst time I faced… I was just screwed up in my life… Then he just came as a messenger of God in my life… with a halo and an enlightening face …Yeah ... I remember the very first day of our meeting . . . in coaching classes... when I just leaped over his Tiffin box Stanley ka dabba ... Paneer ... I just licked my fingers all the way... indeed was a great stuff to have till you get a paunch...
 I do remember the day when he was screwed up by our most prolific teacher ... silent mode teacher ... but when it comes to revenge from students ... he does take care that it is paid well by snugging our asses hard ... he was none other than Mr. SV sir I must not include his name... nick name – daayan ...  the way he looked at us , means backbenchers ... it was as if he would strip our clothes away and make us stand on desks... but nevertheless we were also lazy assholes... we never ever dared to missed his lectures and the one those were motivational ... were the only one we took seriously ... but not for more than an hour... so let’s move to that incidence for which I must salute Mr. Gautam Kushwaha...
One day as usual  SV sir was busy in teaching the fucked up physical chemistry and that too in a phenomenal slow speed... and as usual our very own Gautam Ji was sitting at the last or may be second last row ... constantly chewing chewing-gum and giving fuck you and your ideology man !!! look to SV sir ... that day he gave a motivational lecture for more than 40 minutes ( at least )... R.I.P our souls from what we had suffered just because of him... I guess probably each and every student must have cursed him for that ... But now we had respect for him ... coz he just not encountered Daayan but also replied him bashing his ass right off in front of whole Berozgaar samudaya... (bloody batch mates)
SV Sir : “Aap last mein ... utth jaaiye”
Gauti : “Sir mein ??” Pretending as if nothing has happened...
SV Sir : “Aap kuch kha rahe hai?”
Gauti : “No Sir..” Giving as usual his too emotional and innocent look....
SV Sir : “Aap kabse chewing-gum kha rahe hai.. main aapko teen-chaar baar notice kar chukka hun...phir bhi aap chabae jaa rahe hai ??”
Gauti : “Hmmm...” Taking a long deep breath...
SV Sir : “Aap logo ko pata hona chahiye ke jahan aap padh rahe hai wo ek mandir hai.. and discipline mein rehna chahiye... apne goal par focus rakhiye .. hum chyahate (TM Trade Mark chahte hai ko chyahate hai kehna)  hai ke aap log apne kaam par focus kare... Aap ki aisi harkato se apke determination pe kami aati hai...”
As soon as he said this...
Gauti : “Sir chewing-gum se determination pe fark kaise pad sakta hai”
Oh my gosh !!! Gauti literally added fuel to this cold war. Now we were expecting it to be prolonged...
SV Sir (Shouted) : “Main iss class ka teacher hun... yahaan har cheez mere according hogi...Jo main chahonga wo hoga... Aapke determination pe bhale hi fark na padta ho... mere determination pe jarur padta hai... hum sabke determination pe fark padta hai.........”
And he continued his motivational lecture for an hour... We were all cooked up... And I swear I was dozing off between his motivational lecture till he was staring me...
Mentally Gautam won the cold-war... as he made SV Sir so hyper as he was never before.... Gauti was THE HERO for us...
I don’t usually praise others.. even if they reach the highest peak of success... but Gauti for me is an exception ... as you must have encountered in Inorgy chemistry ( It’s my habit to say Orgy rather than Organic... Obviously Orgy was more luring than Organic..)
For me he is like an incarnation of Edward Collins (Twilight  Saga) and I believe he must have found her Bella (Kristen Stewart) for sure...btw he is having one... (Gauti , what about Lavina ??? whatever be the spelling of her name). He does look like Robert Pattinson... very much similar... He is goddamn handsome... And as a human he is just superb .. Each and every person would love to have his company...he is too friendly with everyone... he has too many good qualities... actually I am running short of words to describe him... how good is he... I bet no one can ever get a friend like him... I love you bro... and hope you will be doing the same...
I would also like to acknowledge Abhishek Pawar ( He is totally gawaar...), Durgesh Patil ( Organic ki library or we should say Durgu Bakch*d... for the constant bak-bak he like to do in classes...), Ankit Shukla ( Golu Bhiyaa... Future Prime Minister of India )... Amrit Singh (For providing us the latest Hollywood songs .. pop albums.. and all the amazing stuff for our mobiles and also for the double meaning and non-veg. jokes..) Satyam Dubey (For providing the porn stuff... in between the lectures...remember the fake pix of Aalia Bhatt in threesome) Animesh Goyal ( For sorting out our queries regarding academics) Pooja ( for constantly staring at the last bench means at Gautam or me....it’s still a mystery ... that which of the two of us she used to stare...never got a chance to ask her...) Shreyanshul (for the best non-veg. jokes I have ever heard) and last but not the least , again Mr. Gautam Kushwaha Sir ( whom I am praising him since last hour and my bff).
 There are also some people who have been a constant source of entertainment and providing us light-heartening jokes at times of depression and bad vibes.. some of them are Mogli... Newton (mandir ka ghanta ..jo aata bajake jata..)..Chakka.... Yahoooo...  Moti Bhains.... Chirutha... T.B ki mareej... Bihari... Banarasi Babu...Aashiq (constantly busy with his mobile ) Chhota Chetan... Raghuvanshi... and how can we forget CHIMAN BAHAAR  and that one rare species NIKHIL VIJAY VERMA  iski to maa ch**ni chahiye... bloody Netaji’s asshole...
I don’t think my life would have ever been complete without them... Our teachers SV Sir (daayan ) , ST Sir (ray to ray hai rey baalak) , MNS ma’am (rollie-pollie teacher) , VPS Sir (Bevdaa... Kya aap isse samajh paa rahe hai ??? haaan ????) , DB Sir (Rajdhaani Express...bol beta tune kya kiya...hence poofed ) AJS Sir (DON) , AS Sir (South Indian Anna..) VL Sir (far better than VPS but as usual a substitute teacher) DNP Sir (Angry Birds ka swine..)..........thanks for making our life more hell..... Draapers (Droppers) to tumne bachho ka Draper bana diya...
Oh no !!!! I just realised that we are deviated 180° from our concerned topic IT’S BETTER TO BE SOMETHING THAN BEING NOTHING. Actually we didn’t ...yeah ... I was doing so knowingly... remembering the some important people in my life... Moreover remembering Gautam ... for the teaching me IT’S BETTER TO BE SOMETHING THAN BEING NOTHING. He is the one.. who told me these words of great wisdom while I was depressed and was in my deep agony...near our very own bus-stand... where we usually use to slosh down... I made it a golden rule to follow... I made it a habit to think according to each... each and every decision of mine is made according to this golden rule... whether its big or small...
We should think big (DhiruBhai Ambani’s ideology) and implement our actions according to it... Failure is not a hurdle rather it should be a ladder to success... Don’t fear to think big ... whatever may be the result .. whether positive or negative... As such there is no word like “Positive” if you look at it carefully (+)  , it’s a combination of two negatives (         ).. also if you ever took your mathematics seriously you would know that - * - = + as simple as that ... no need to panic yaar...
 I would like to take an excerpt from one of my blog post  INNOVATIVE CRISIS MANAGEMENT...
Our focus should be on finding out the best possible way to come out of the mess we had created on our own, but that’s not an easy task either. You have to snug off your ass so hard that your worst nightmare may appear to come alive.
 Heading toward a new discussion... let’s do a simple calculation... what if you multiply 1 * 0 or anything for instance     ∞ * 0 what the hell does it make difference to the answer... answer is obviously 0 ... a big round zero... so what if you multiply your enormously big problem { ∞ } with a simple solution  { 0 } the answer is simply fucking out zero.
A very simple solution to our so-called complicated problem. The difference lies in the perception...the way we look up at the things ... at their nature... it doesn’t matter how rich or how poor you are... all that matters is that .. how you took up the things that come along your way... optimism is a great tool to deal with the worries , the anxiety... it can heal up any wound that is incurable... Be positive ... even many of you would be having that same blood group .. it’s all along the way... if our whole system can run on optimistic blood then why the hell can’t we portray the same in our behaviour.. in our perceptions...
I hope .. I have done my job in making you understand that... Just do your work .. whatever may be the conditions... just go for it... whether its big or small...don’t give up... If not big... try to do small things... what if you don’t become Ambani .. Birla ...Tata.. or an IITian... at least you must be contended with  yourself , what you will be future and what will be up to... once you do things on your own... you will be at least happy and self contended for what you have ... coz you have earned it ... from your hard work... you have perspired for it... Believe me even with your seven digit salary... you would be happier than the one earning twice as you.. and who have no peace of mind.
Shut the fuck up each and every mouth that is pessimistic... Believe in yourself...  Grab the opportunity that you are getting ... because opportunity is like a sand –dune ... if you don’t climb over it at correct time and situation.... it will be shifted at other place by the passage of time... Opportunities are not meant to be measured or scaled ... they are just the one stepping ladder to your success ... so take it... even if you take short steps ...it doesn’t matter... eventually you will get the road to success... Sometime you need to be firm in your determination.... I have a goal to do M.S. from MIT... even if thousand people laugh at you... all you need is.. not to loose your focus and determination... Determination pays a lot ...I already told you..
We all are middle class people (nowadays even a person with a bungalow and two cars is considered as middle class)... We all have simple dreams ... may I use the term small dreams ... we dream of having a seven digit salary, have a 3 BHK house of your own , own a vehicle that is not just two wheeler but four wheeler is the last option... , to have a soul mate who understand you more than yourself..., and at last have a peaceful and contended  life...
The above crap is all what we want in our life.... So why to envy with a colleague having eight digit salary... coz you think he is earning more than you ... so he would be more happy than you all the way....but you never know whether he is contended with his life...you never know whether is having peace of mind... you never know whether is enjoying his marital life ( Here I mean to say sex life ) being an asshole you should accept me as I am...yaar a chipmunk smile is also required..in our over-boring life.... So the big question rises here is : “Why the hell you are envying others???” .
Accept what you are... be happy with what you have ...  that will be more fruitful for you... for the reasons you don’t know whether the person in front of you is as happy as you... and as contented as you....
I would like to mention here that, some people may be just thinking that he is just forcing us to do odd things... but clearly I am not.... I have already told that THINK BIG... but I am also emphasizing on the fact that if you fail to do so then just don’t get disheartened and disappointment or just think that you are a failure...don’t think that the things are not made for you and are not according to you... don’t think like losers...rather face the situations with all the guts you have... do whatever next is possible... do it with your full will and strength and let the whole world know what you can do and what you are capable of doing....remember when all the things come against your way then definitely you are on the right side of the road...
If you do the great things its well and fine but if due to some reason or due to grace of God you are not able to achieve what you wanted ... then don’t just leave it ... follow your dreams ... follow your passion... you should have a backup plan for everything you do... what if not this... what if not that....do the same thing in other way... for there are many ways to do the same things ... all that differs is.. some choose the used ones and others chooses the  withered road... you will have to face difficulties ... it will not be the bed of roses but at last you will find roses and that too red ... greeting you with love and all the sweetness of world to your new life ....every exit is an entry to somewhere else...
Do the things ... with a boom ... out of the box ... out of the blue...that is the way to live life...do it for yourself...
Be financially... emotionally and morally strong...Use all the 24 hours of the day ... don’t spare even one second.. Do hard work each and every second  and enjoy what you do...Life follows our mind and thoughts..if you are commitment , you will be successful...
I just read somewhere in the newspaper a well educated girl committed suicide ...I still thinks what is the use of such education which doesn’t make you understand the value of life...Education should make you learn the value of our life... we are learning science but we are not learning the science of living..We are reading history.. but not learning the fact that “YOU CAN CREATE HISTORY”... The one that make you learn the way to live your life - that is education...
“Backbencher will not remain Backbencher forever...situation and circumstances will change...”.The need is to find a solution not to find a problem... There should be passion in you to find the solution rather to cry out on problems...otherwise your life will be useless and it will be so dead... In our whole life we have to do transition in different roles...we have to play different roles in our life... to do so it is important that we should come out of our comfort zone..for instance if a new born baby hinders himself in his comfort zone then he will never learn to walk...he will crawl..creep...fall on face..but still continues to try hard to walk... this will make him learn to walk... do thing out of your comfort zone... Don’t let the fear of losing overcome the happiness of achieving something... No transformation... No changes... means no growth...
Let us take an instance that someone gifts you a handkerchief...you have obligation toward that person ... you thanks him/her... later you throws it saying it’s just disgusting to gift a handkerchief... You just insulted the person NOT the gift... in the same way you are insulting God by ignoring your health... God has gifted you this life... Give at least one hour to Health and take freedom for rest twenty three hours... It’s a good deal... give one take twenty three...definitely you are not from an IIM... so, don’t think so much just make the deal...Otherwise your body will whole day remind you like an advertisement of a bank “MAIN HUN NAA...” . Take it as a responsibility to take care of your health and body... toward yourself, family and the society...
Time is continuously slipping out of our hand... You know what is average life ??? 70 years and in metros its just 60... out of that we spend  13 years, snoring out... 7 years in travelling and rest of the years in an illusion of fulfilling the needs and responsibilities of our family... Everyone is getting 24 hours..but LEADERS are those who are using each and every second with a positive approach... Nothing great will happen by reading the success stories of Shahrukh , Aamir and Dhoni... Create your own history... Learn to respect time or it will not respect you...Don’t kill your time...else I must not say but time will kill you... that's the bitter truth...Stop blundering yourself...Be honest to yourself...
You get a ten rupee note lying on the road... you didn’t took it... rather a thief or a hooligan takes it away..Now he will invest this money to harm someone ... So, it would have been a lot better if you have taken that money...Money is a very important attribute of our life... What we all are doing is just for money... we are studying for money... we are doing a job for money... all we do is just for money and nothing else...there are some exceptions too ...people doing jobs voluntarily for service to man kind ...but most of us ...99 % people are doing a rat-race for money...some are caught in the rattrap the one who uses odd ways  and the rest are just running for money till the end of their life...The sole reason for the increasing crime and chaos in the world is a good man doesn’t want to be filthy rich..we just run behind money putting on blinders but don’t think wisely on the ways to make money...If you want terrorists to kneel down , become weak and feeble...just make them poor....For stable life you need to be financially strong...
How many of you have last time done a dinner with your grandpa - grandma or any elder of your family??? In many of our families the elder women have the dinner at last and that too alone... sit with them for a moment...do talk with them...spend some quality time with them... this will not waste a bit of your energy...the smile on their face will give you and to them, a sense of self satisfaction and eternal happiness ... Nothing in this world can give you this happiness...Spread happiness and love among people around you...life will become beautiful...Be a source of love and happiness..You will get the same in return...
All we need is to feel Positive vibes, Energy, Optimism, Peace, Happiness, Responsibilities... We always ignore these dimensions of life rather we should focus on these and live our life with these dimensions...
You must have seen people in Maharashtra... All you need to integrate them is just shout  “Jai Shivaji ... Jai Maharashtra” and they all will stand with each other ... let’s take another instance from Delhi .. You must have heard people using words with suffix “–iyo” e.g. kariyo...khaiyo...jaaiyo... and some copyright words for the people of Delhi “Banda... for dude similarly Bandi...for babe... totta... for sexy... fukrey and velle ... for useless...” you feel so good to hear these kinda words... you feel integrated to yourself and your identity...if you are a true Delhite..So just be integrated with yourself ... don’t just fool around....  I know this was totally a crap...but never mind it ... If you are with me then you have to bear the burden of these kinda nonsense...
There should be some moments or I must say intervals in your life when you need to stop working ... this interval should be given to introspect ourselves... we should make an account... what we are doing ... what we had done and what should we do in future ... it is important to do so... I firmly believe in this formula and you should also practise it in the prevailing conditions...
We should try to do something new and different every day that provide you with a positive and a fresh energy ... You should feel the “FEEL GOOD” factor in your life....It’s important to make your life more lively... I would like to wrap up the post by a quote ...
“I find four great classes of students:
ü  The dumb who stays dumb.
ü  The dumb who become wise.
ü  The wise who go dumb.
ü  The wise who remain wise.” –  Martin H. Fischer
Now the decision entirely rests upon you ... find your class and work accordingly... for  IT’S BETTER TO BE SOMETHING THAN BEING NOTHING.

Friday, 21 June 2013

पागलनामा- पार्ट फ़ोर

फ़ेसबुक पर न्यूज़ चैनलों की रिपोर्टिंग को लेकर प्रतिक्रियाएँ पढ़ रहा हूँ । अब इतना कम टीवी देखता हूँ कि पढ़ते हुए लगा कि लोग क्यों देख रहे हैं । ये बातें कहीं दस साल पहले तो नहीं पढ़ीं । जब चैनल उनकी अपेक्षाओं पर खरे ही नहीं उतर रहे, उल्टा उनके भीतर चिढ़ पैदा कर रहे हैं तो उन्हें बंद कर मेरी तरह अख़बार का इंतज़ार करना चाहिए । अख़बार में भी कोई स्वर्ण युग नहीं है । फिर भी हर घटना में चैनलों का आपको बेवकूफ बनाना, आपका चैनलों के संग बेवकूफ बनना 'लव हेट ' रिलेशनशिप बन गया है । चैनल ऐसे ही रहेंगे । जो अपवाद हैं वो इस गंध में इधर उधर से निकल कर आते रहेंगे । एकाध छक्का तो हरभजन भी मार देता है । हम पहले पहुँचे, हमारी तस्वीर पहली है, हमने ही पहले बताया था । एक अंग्रेज़ी का रिपोर्टर यह बोल रहा था कि उसके सूत्रों ने बताया है कि आने वाले पलों में बारिश होगी । मुझे तो लगा कि इंद्र के दरबार में भी सूत्र है । सही है कि हमारी भाषा संरचना में चमत्कार और दैवी कृपा ऐसे ठूँसे पड़े हैं कि उन्हें जब सामान्य दिनों में निकाल नहीं पाते तो केदारनाथ को देखकर कैसे निकालेंगे । क्या पता कि अख़बार वाला भी इसी भाषा में लिख रहा हो । कितने रिपोर्टर गाँव गाँव भटक रहे हैं । टीवी के रिपोर्टर का पहुँचना ही घटना है । दिखाने की सुविधा होने के कारण वो खुद को घटना बनाता है ताकि पहले से घट चुकी घटना की भयावह़ता का वो हिस्सा बनकर नायक हो जाए । इसका कुछ नहीं किया जा सकता । केदारनाथ के ढहने पर चैनलों का टी सीरीज़ में बदल जाना मुझे हैरान नहीं करता । टीका अँगूठी ताबीज़ पहने ये रिपोर्टर ऐसी भाषा में नहीं बोलेंगे तो कौन बोलेगा । क्या ये केदारनाथ की वेदपाठी की परंपरा के विस्तार नहीं है? बिल्कुल ये रिपोर्टर उम्मीदों पर खरे उतरे हैं ।  जो भी टीवी में काम करने आ रहा है वो इसी तरह की भाषा और शैली का अनुसरण करे । आलोचक आपके संपादक नहीं हैं । गंध में गंध की तरह रहो । कीचड़ में कमल खिल जाने से कीचड़ की नियति नहीं बदलती । कमल व्यक्तिगत है । उस पर भी तोहमत है कि कीचड़ में ही खिला है । खुलकर गंध कीजिये । इससे नवोदित पत्रकार शुरू से ही सिस्टम के अनुकूल रहेंगे और कैरियर कम तनाव में गुज़रेगा । ज़्यादा पत्रकारिता के मानक सीखने में समय न लगायें । एडजस्ट कीजिये । जिसको देखने में तकलीफ़ हो रही है उसकी चिंता मत कीजिये । वो खाली बैठा है टीवी के सामने । दस साल के अनुभव से बता रहा हूँ । एक आलोचना का असर होते नहीं देखा है । जब आपके बड़े भी यही मिसाल छोड़ गए हैं तो खुलकर बिना किसी नैतिक संकट के करो । बल्कि केदारनाथ से हिन्दू संकट का एलान कर दो । दहाड़ मार कर रोना शुरू कर दो कि शिव का मंदिर बच गया है । इस ज्योतिर्लिंग में शक्ति है । आइये फिर से नई आस्था के साथ माँगने चढ़ाने आ जाइये । तमाशा है टीवी तो तमाशबीन है दर्शक । खुद घर में कंठी पहनकर बैठा होगा और आपसे कहेगा कि आप मंदिर के चमत्कार में न बहो । अपनी सेटिंग संपादक और शंकर से रखो । दर्शक क्या होता है । इससे पहले की कौन सी ऐसी घटना थी जिसमें टीवी ने ऐसी हरकत नहीं की थी । वो ऐसे ही करेगा । इसीलिए इतनी बड़ी घटना होने के बाद भी मैं बीस मिनट भी टीवी नहीं देखा । हल्का फुल्का देखकर उसके बाद एम टीवी । अब अगर ये पता नहीं है कि नौटंकी होगी तो इसका मतलब लोगों को टीवी देखना नहीं आता । साल भर तमाशा देखो और एक दिन चाहो कि संवेदना और ज़िम्मेदारी से भरपूर वाला हो जाए तो हद ही है न । कई बार लगता है कि लोग फ़ेसबुक पर स्टेटस लिखने के लिए पाँच मिनट चैनल देखते हैं । पता चलता है कि ये भी गंध ढूंढ रहे हैं लिखने के लिए । अपना कान खुजाकर सूंघने वाले हैं ये । हालाँकि बातें इन्हीं की ठीक लगती हैं पर जिन बातों का कोई असर न हो उनका रास्ता छोड़ देना चाहिए । गटरकाल है पत्रकारिता का । गटर की गंध का अपमान मत करो । आपदा आई है । टीवी का प्रदर्शित दुख अपने आप में एक आपदा है । सब रिपोर्टर ऐसे बोल रहे हैं जैसे यही शुभचिंतक ठहरे । सर पीटो, माथा फोड़ लो बात एक ही है । कुछ सही में जवाबदेही से बोलते होंगे । पर क्या करना है । क़समें वादे प्यार वफ़ा सब बातें हैं बातों का क्या । रेटिंग आ जाएगी सब धुल जायेगा । अगले हफ्ते प्रोमो चलेगा कि इस घटना के कवरेज ने सबसे ज्यादा हम पर भरोसा किया । अभी एक महीना और एक साल की बरसी बाकी है । चैनल बदल कर करोगे क्या । हर तरफ अब यही अफसाने हैं । हम तो तेरी आंखों के दीवाने हैं । लाइफ़ और लेखन में पैराग्राफ़ मत बदलो । 

Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...

Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...
As the sun sets... there are always few hopes and expectations that sets down 

Hello ... friends I am back with a new fresh topic to be discussed ... One thing I would like to enlighten to your notice is that from now onward I would write in a language that would connect me to large masses ... means I would use English .. Hindi... or a cocktail of both the languages... You would have already encountered with my blogs in pure English and pure Hindi... now presenting you my first blog in the cocktail of these two world wide languages.. some of you would find it stupid or cracked nuts but believe me you would certainly find it interesting and continue your support as you have given me so far... we can call it Hinglish.. As from the title you certainlty guess its gonna be a lethal combination of Hindi and English.. SIR ... gives us a glimpse of English and the JI adds an Indian flavour to it... and yes Bansuri wale ... is a pure use of hindi... So are you ready with Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...
Let’s go back to a period when we had these kinda people .. mainly street hawkers selling the toys of mud ... balloons ... especially of helium gas... areyy wo jo hawa mein udte the.. main to bahut bada deewana tha unka... wo tabhi jyada dekhne ko milte the jab independence day ho ya republic day.. I mean on sorts of national festivals.. balloons with tricolors in them... mein jab school se aata tha tab ghar ke raaste mein hi wo khada rehta tha.. Balloon man ... Tab ek rupees mein ek balloons aata tha wo bhi apni choice ke color ka.. but I never used to argue about colors jo, jo mila use le leta... but I loved red color.. the color of love.. phir usi balloon ko wo jo sewing ka dhagaa hota hai naa.. Moon or vardhaman ... apne bhi use kiya hoga kabhi na kabhi ..usme baandh ke udata  tha... sochta tha kahi wo bhi patang ki tarah udega.. par us samay tak.. PHYSICS ka P bhi nahi aata tha na... nahi to aisi bewkoofi kabhi nahi karta... The balloon never reached the heights of my expectations...  It used to hover in the sky after reaching a certain limit...At that point of time I always thought of the reason behind it.. sochta tha ki gubbare ki hawa kam ho gai hogi.. But it used to happen with each and every balloon of mine... tab ye pata nahi tha ke it was in equilibrium with the weight of thread... tab to ye soch bhi nahi sakta tha ke dhaage ka bhi weight hota hoga... Thanks to Physics for making me learn the fact ... par kuch jyada hi late ho gaya yaar... 11th mein jaake pata chala... takreeban  9 saal lag gaye ye sab sikhte sikhte... Nevertheless .. it’s not too late to learn anything... Saal bit-te gae gubbara 2 rupees ka hua... 5 rupees ka hua.. and finally it vanished like the humanity that is now vanishing in humans at a very fast rate... may I say at an instantaneous and spontaneous rate... like in the Chemical Kinetics you must have studied fucking out your asses whole night ... just the last night before the exams...
Let’s move to the main topic of our concern... Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...  Who is Sir Ji ???? And that too Bansuri Wale... isn’t that sounds strange ??? You must be thinking that it must be a person with different kinds of flutes in his bag and whistling the sounds of new movies songs .. and humming the song ... Kyon ki tum hi ho..Meri zindagi ... meri aashiqui.. and when asked “ Kyun miyaan aaj to romantic mood mein dikh rahe ho.. jyada baansuriya bik gayi kya ??” then he would reply in a very low and a serious kinda tone ... “Kuch nahi... bas yunhi...” We would be like .. our mouth open wide and stood still like a statue for a while... Bloody filmy Bansuri wala... hahaha... aee don’t laugh... not to make mockery... par hum jo sochenge wahi likha hai... it can’t change on that note...
Miyaan guess to aap sab ka bhi fail ho gaya.. he is not the man who actually sells the Bansuri... he is the person who plays the melodies and tunes and perhaps hymns of life and its agonies.. wo ek banda jo jindagi ki dhun ko bansuri mein utaar deta ho.. hatsoff to that man... He is a WATCHMAN...
Wo ek kahani yaad aati hai kya aapko.. jo shayad hum sabne 9th ya 10th mein padhi hi hogi... COACHMAN ALI and his letter of deep grievances to his daughter MARIAM.. khuda kasam yaar ... uss samay bhi mein ro hi gaya tha... and aaj bhi jab sochta hun uske bare mein to aankhon se pani apne apne nikal hi jata hai..  Bloody senty asshole ... You would not have such sentiments or you must not have cried your heart loud at that stage when you were in 9th or in 10th class... but I use to cry a lot and lot and used to think about ... what would have happened to Mariam ??? and the postmaster LaxmiKant... I hope I have written his name correctly... kyunki aaj itne saal baad unke naam ko yaad karne par bhi sirf Laxmi yaad aata hai Kant to maine use kiya hai... Iss kahani mein bhi kisi zamane ke mashhoor shikaari finally apne hi emotions ke hi shikaar ho gaye ... aur uss post-office jo  sheher ke ek kinare mein tha ... waha ke WATCHMAN banke hi reh gaye... nahi wo watchman nahi the .. par jis bande ne apni puri umar apni beti ke khat ko pane ke liye subah ki kadakti thandi mein roz chaar baje jaakar .. post office ke gate par baithkar apni  saari umra kaat di ho ... use aap kya kahenge... WATCHMAN  hi naa... I would request those who haven’t read this story ... must search it on the net and please do read it once... Sunny Leone ki video ko dhundhne ke liye to pura sansar-jahaan ek kar dete ho ... ye to ek  saaf suthari .. emotion se bhari hui kahani hi to hai.... Now the decision rests upon you...I will not force you....
Abhi bhi mein.. meri blog ke watchman par nahi aaya hun... Don’t worry I will introduce to him very shortly... Abhi Delhi mein hun... Delhi mere liye bahut lucky hai... not in any other way... waise bhagwaan ka diya sab kuch hai... par jis ek cheez ki kami meri zindagi mein hamesha rehti thi.. relations.. usse aaj kisi ne pura  kar diya hai... haan kuch galtiyaan ki thi maine.. par janaab galtiyon ki hi balance sheet banaiyega to zindagi ki gaadi to definitely chhut jaegi naa... uska usne bharpur badla liya mujhse.. mujh jaise janwar ko insaan banaya ... wo to yaad hi hoga aapko BEAUTY AND THE BEAST  and King Kong ki last line AND THE BEAST WAS KILLED BY THE BEAUTY  similar to my case .. she changed me .. the way I live ..  the way I think.. My perceptions .. and finally she changed ME... by the way there is a lot of difference between INSANE AND INSAAN.. both are different .. The choice is yours’ which one to choose !!! Usne mujhe rona sikhaya... hansana sikhaya..  she made me what I am today... She is my dav (secret name) .. She is finally back in my life .. wapis phir kabhi nahi jaane ke liye... I love you dav... Delhi aate hi everything just took their right order and everything just followed the stream of time... Happy days are back again ... yeah.. yiiipeeeee...
Delhi mein rehta hun.. Greater Kailash-2 mein...  shayad itna hi kaafi hoga mere bare mein jaanane ke liye... Ghar mein do CAR hai... and ek chota sa BAR bhi hai, ghar mein hi... iss tarah pura CAR-o-BAR hai apna... Bar se yaad aaya ab mein alcoholism chhod chuka hun.. rehab centre join kiya hai...and wo bhi dav ki wajah se hi.. usse ye sab pasand nahi hai... then how could I go against her... Baarish ho rahi hai and its quite romantic weather here... miss you dav.. Muahhhh...Idiot I love you yaar...
You would be thinking that I had just stucked to dav ... but I am not stucked here .. I am discussing her because the WATCHMAN  that I discussed earlier... I mean the main lead of my blog... is the watchman of her society... yeah.. Watchman of my soulmate’s society.. Isn’t that sounds quite good... yeah offcourse it must sound good .. coz after all he is the Watchman of her society...
That day I was talking to her over the phone.. and in amidst of our conversation I heard some kinda tune of flute.. I must say emotional tune... running in the background ... It was just awesome...not threesome ... hahaha just being a little funny over my over-boring blog...naughty America perhaps naughty India... For the first time I thought someone is playing it loud on the home theatre in her neighbourhood... but I can’t stop myself from asking her that what was it ???? And the reply that she gave me .. I was dumbstruck for a while .. she replied seldomly “Koi nahi re... Watchman hai meri society ka..” . Watchman ???? Was she making fun of me..?? I can’t believe my ears for what I heard... How can that man be so melodious... full of life... How the hell is that possible yaar.???? Not even in my worst nightmare.. but for sole condolence I asked her again... she was getting annoyed and replied in a louder tone “Watchmannnnn.....”.. This time I had to believe my ears .. what I heard just now.. From that point of time our conversation had taken a U-turn from the nasty topics of sex ..relationship.. and planning to make out somewhere someday to a topic of mystery that Watchman...
“Kaun hai wo ? Kahan rehte hai wo ??” I asked.
Rehte hai ????? I din’t even remember ki last time maine kab kisiko itni respect se bola tha and that to a watchman naaah.. never...
But I did that ... I gave him due respect .. Because he deserves it yaar..  I personally believe that koi bhi art kisi bhi bande ko tab tak nahi aa sakti jab tak uski soul pure na ho.. man mein koi paap na ho... and most important a pure heart... be its dancing... singing... writing.. anything related to art... He was a great flute player... my innersoul said.. I would like to add a few attributes to my dav... she’s a great dancer and singer... yesterday she was humming that song  “meri aashiqui ab tum hi ho” it was like even Shakira would fail in front of her..I was just mesmerised by her voice ...
Now let’s move over to the watchman
“Yahi rehta hai.. Chota sa cabin hai uska... wahi rehta hai...”
She added
“Aur pata hai wo bahut achha insaan hai.. Bachho ke sath bhi hamesha ..unhe khush karne ki koshish karta hai and is very loyal toward his job...”
“Give a salute to Sir Ji and tell him that I am one of his fan of the melody of his flute...”
I don’t even remember ki shayad hi maine kuch logo ko chhod kar kisi ko Sir Ji kaha ho.. but I said to him Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale...
I was very emotional at that time .. but my emotions were held by dav.. she told me that she will convey my message to her... that day was the last day I talked about him... from that day onward I never talked about him... Karta bhi kahan se Dav se hi baat band ho gayi thi...!!!!!!! Wo story alag hai.... I will tell next time...
But nevertheless now everything is fine .. so.. I will today discuss about him with my dav... Hope she would also be surprised by the fact that I still remember him... Dav get ready for the shock today...
But friends you would be thinking why the hell I am narrating my melodramatic story to you... the reason is the message behind it.. Shayad hi maine koi blog itna bada likha hoga ...but today I just can’t control myself.. I am letting the words to get typed on the screen of my laptop.. what to do yaar ??? Emotional hun naa.. dil ka sachha hun .. isliye sachhi baat karta hun... Haan to ab conclusion par aa jayen??
O.K. as you wish !!!!!!!!!!!
Aap sabne 8th ya 9th mein wo hindi ki kahani to padhi hi hogi “ Poshak”... yaad aaya kuch ???? Mujhe pata hai ki mai pehle bhi ek baar apko aapke bachpan mein le jaa chukka hun .. par baat itni si nahi hai .. doston jo yaadein .. jo emotions hum apne bachpan mein jeete hai.. wo hamesha ke liye hamari apni ho jati hai.. lakh bhag lo .. unse picha nahi chhut-ta hai.. isiliye baar-baar main apko aapke bachpan mein hi le jaata hun.. kya karun aadat se majboor hun naa.... waise bachpan wali dav ko bhi main kabhi bhul nahi paaya hun aaj kareeb 9  saal ho gaye hai.. aaj bhi uski wo ek smile.. meri aankhon mein aansu bankar tairti hai... I love you dav... I was loving you at that time and I am still loving you the same... and will continue to do that ....
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 yaad aaya kuch.. nahi bhi aaya to koi baat nahi hai yaar .. jab hum apni insaaniyat aur bhaavnao ko bhul sakte hai to ye to bahut chhoti cheez hai ... Ye usi Poshak chapter ki ek line hai... Our status is described by our dressing ... I completely deny the fact.. In fact ye un logo ke liye lagu hoti hai jo apne andar ke insaan ko bhul gaye hai .. yaa to kumbh ke mele mein kho aaye hai .... It’s not our dress that judges our status in the society.. All people want is Tags .. Brands...  Maine bhi ek baar yahi bewkoofi ki thi.... Timberland ... naam to suna hi hoga... music band ka naam hai.. unki merchandised Shirt ko maine takreeban dus hazaar main kharida... Ghar aane ke baad bahut socha tha.. phir samajh aaya ki ye dus hazaar kisi jaruratmand ko mil jate to uski life main badal sakta tha ... but being an asshole maine wo nahi kiya ... From that day I promised myself not to play with money ... rather let money change the game of fate of some needy people.. that was a better option for sure... Wo din hai aur aaj ka din... I followed simple living high thinking mantra of life.... I never did extravagance shopping from that day... Shayad yahi reason hai ki main itna simple rehta hun... I go to chandni chowk to have something to eat rather than going to Uber Lounge in G.K. .. Parantha gali... my favourite hot-spot... main kabhi ghar par na miloon to Parantha gali aa jaana ... mai wahi kahi parantha thuste hue mil jaaonga...
For most of the people he was a simple watchman... nothing more or less than that.. but from that day onwards he was no longer just a watchman ... who was striving to earn handful of money.. but he was  a person whom I admired more than anyone... because it’s not your dress that judges your status .. it’s your talent .. your capability that judges your status... We often turn off to help a needy person just by looking that he is on footpath and we are in our SUV’s or we judge them by looking at their clothes ??? But is that a right thing to practise ??? Certainly NOT... Help people ... think beyond Clothes... There is a world where capabilities live ...  dreams live... aur aise log aapke so-called BRANDED CLOTHES ke mohtaaj nahi hai... Wo bhuke hai ek uss najar ke jo in sab cheejo ke paar dekhti ho.. dil ki samvednaao ko samajhti ho.. And I am happy that I learnt the secret to be happy and make people happy around me... thanks to dav ... naa hum baat karte .. naa mujhe Sir ji ke baare mein pataa chalta... And finally thanks Sir Ji .... Bansuri Wale... for  making me what I am ... and changing perception about the people... and helping me to think beyond Tag’s , Brands, and status......

Bhai itna sab bak-bak likh diya hai... ek vodka ki bottle laao re..... ;-) .... mazaak kar raha hun.... sudhar gaya hun yaar.... waise sudharne ki khusi mein ek vodka ka kya khayal hai ??????????????? ;-) J

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

पागलनामा- पार्ट थ्री

कुछ दिल ने कहा
कुछ भी नहीं
ऐसी भी बातें होती हैं
लेता है दिल अंगड़ाइयां
इस दिल को समझाये कोई
रात ऐसी ही होती है । विविध भारती के
जैसी । धीरे धीरे आवाज़ साफ होती सी ।
सिरहाने के क़रीब रखा रेडियो चुपचाप गाये
जा रहा है । तारों से भरा रात का आसमान
थिरक रहा है । जो भी है बस यही इक पल है ।
पाँव बिस्तर के बाहर झूल रहे हैं । इन
गानों की सोहबत में रात दोस्त की तरह बात
करती है । सारे राज़ के वेवलेंथ पकड़ लेती है ।
हौले हौले बातों से अच्छा करती जाती है ।
टेबल फ़ैन की हल्की हवा का शोर गुम हुआ
जाता है । रेडियो है कि गाता है ।
"अनजाने सायों का राहों में डेरा है
अनदेखी बाहों ने हम सबको घेरा है ।
जीने वाले सोच ले यही वक्त है
कर ले पूरी आरज़ू "
वायलीन जैसा कुछ बज रहा है । माउथ
आर्गन है क्या । मालूम नहीं । कौन है उस
तरफ़ जानता नहीं । गानों में कौन है
जो किसी से मिलता जुलता है । जीवन में कौन
है जो गानों सा लगता है । मैं हूँ तो भी नहीं हूँ ।
पैराग्राफ़ बदलना गुनाह लगता है ।
लिखना बादल के फटने जैसा है । सब कुछ बह
जाता है । जो होता है वो भी और
जो नहीं होता है वो भी । लिखी हुई बातों से मन
दूर निकल आता है । पागलनामा क्यों लिख
रहा हूँ । क्यों जाग रहा हूँ । नींद किस शहर से
आती है । वो ग़ाज़ियाबाद नहीं आती क्या ।
पतंग की कटी डोर पकड़ने सा मंज़र है ।
बचपन में डोर के पीछे दूर तक भागना नींद के
पीछे दौड़ना जैसा है । क्या है जो सोने
नहीं देता । क्या है जो जागने से मिल
जाएगा । क़ानून बनाओ । क़ानून बनाओ । हर
ख़्वाब को जुर्म में बदल दो । सलाखों के पीछे
मिलेंगे सपने और जेलर बना जाग
रहा होऊँगा मैं ।कोई
परेशानी तो है नहीं फिर परेशान कैसा ।
केदारनाथ सिंह को पढ़ूँ क्या, लेकिन
काशीनाथ सिंह से शांति नहीं मिली । मंगलेश
की कविता ठीक रहेगी । नहीं न्यूज़ चैनल देख
लूँ । नहीं नहीं । नहीं देखनी । मैं तो पागल हूँ ।
न्यूज़ तो समझदार देखते हैं । पागल
तो जागता है । नींद नहीं आती । अरे अरे फिर
कोई गाना आ गया ।
दुनिया में लोगों को
धोखा कभी हो जाता है
आँखो ही आँखों में
यारों का दिल खो जाता है ।
विजेता कहीं भी सो लेता है । करवट
नहीं बदलता है । ग़ाज़ियाबाद हारे हुए
लोगों का शहर है । हिन्दी कविता पढ़ने
वालों की दुनिया । जो अपना पैसा देकर
संग्रह छपवाते हैं कवि कहलाने के लिए । तुम
सोते हो कि नहीं ।

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

उत्तराखंड में तबाही । हरहर हाहाकार ।

हरहर हाहाकार
हर न्यूज़ चैनल पर उत्तराखंड में प्रकृति द्वारा मची तबाही देखकर दिल दहल गया. जिस उत्तराखंड में लोग प्राकृतिक सौंदर्य के दर्शन करने दूर-दूर से आते हैं वहां प्रकृति का यह भयावह रूप देखकर कोई भी डर जाएगा. इस घटना में कई लोगों की जान चली गयी और कई घर उजड़ गए. इस दुखद घटना पर पूरे देश को खेद है लेकिन मेरी मीडिया से यह विनती है कि इस घटना का प्रसारण करने हेतु अपने रिपोर्टर्स की जान खतरे में न डालें. कई चैनल्स पर ऐसे विरले शॉट्स देखने को मिल रहे हैं जिन्हें देखकर साफ़ लग रहा है कि इस शॉट को लेने के लिए रिपोर्टर ने कितना खतरा उठाया होगा. और इन शॉट्स से घर बैठकर देखने वालों में भी दहशत फ़ैल रही है. कृपया इस बात का ध्यान रखा जाये.

सभी बाढ़ पीड़ित परिवारों की सलामती के लिए सिर्फ मैं ही नहीं पूरा देश दिल से प्रार्थना कर रहा है. आशा है जल्द ही भगवान इस प्रकृति के कहर से उत्तराखंड को बचाएंगे और एक बार फिर उत्तराखंड की वादियाँ प्राकृतिक सौंदर्य से सजी होंगी!

INNOVATIVE CRISIS MANAGEMENT

What is more reluctant than not being noticed is to have a look that is just to howl on you as loud as possible but that’s probably not the end to a part rather our focus should be on finding out the best possible way to come out of the mess we had created on our own, but that’s not an easy task either. You have to snug off your ass so hard that your worst nightmare may appear to come alive. That’s what we are heading forward into the deep silence of grievances … we must try to overcome the fact and come out of dark agony … that’s what I call crisis management. We need to learn to find out the new ways, new tactics to face the unwelcoming situations that are probably greeting us awfully. But that’s not the matter to be regarded of; the more concern should be on the innovation … Innovation leads to the toil the fruits of our hard work that we may have put in further to laborious efforts. Innovative crisis management crisis management tactics… It’s just another piece of writing from me that is never gonna impress may reduce the cost factor, and enhance you as an entrepreneur… So next time when feeling hopeless and depressed from the life just read it once, you will surely sort out some INNOVATIVE anyone for sure but that wouldn’t stop me from bridging up my ideas, my thoughts into words…
Now let’s shift onto a new spectrum paradigm that is how to cope up with your own woes… My life is just sucking up… I am screwed up in the examination… I just have broken up with my girlfriend… my life is just like hell… and the list never seems to end… These are some of the very few common problems that you might be facing while entering into the adolescence… but let’s not put a full stop to all these rumours … let’s debate on it… yeah… Heading toward a new discussion… let’s do a simple calculation… what if you multiply 1 * 0 or anything for instance     ∞ * 0 what the hell does it make difference to the answer… answer is obviously 0 … a big round zero… so what if you multiply your enormously big problem { ∞ } with a simple solution  { 0 } the answer is simply fucking out zero. A very simple solution to our so-called complicated problem. The difference lies in the perception…the way we look up at the things … at their nature… it doesn’t matter how rich or how poor you are… all that matters is that .. how you took up the things that come along your way… optimism is a great tool to deal with the worries , the anxiety… it can heal up any wound that is incurable… Be positive … even many of you would be having that same blood group .. it’s all along the way… if our whole system can run on optimistic blood then why the hell can’t we portray the same in our behaviour.. in our perceptions…

Monday, 17 June 2013

पागलपन - पार्ट टू

पानी शहर में डूब चुका था । नदियाँ शहरों में
डूब गई थीं । पहाड़ शहर में खप गए थे । जिन्हें
हमने डूबा हुआ मान लिया था अब यही सब
हमें डूबा रहे हैं । बारिश बावरी हो गई है । जाने
दो ये महीना हम फिर बनायेंगे । करेंगे विकास
उन्हीं रास्तों पर जहाँ नदियाँ बहा करती थीं ।
सीमेंट से भर देंगे । जो विरोध करेगा वो पागल
कहलाएगा । भरो भरो शहरों को रेत के बारूद से
भर दो । नाली पानी के निकलने का रास्ता मत
बनाओ । फ़्लाइओवर बनाओ । पैराग्राफ़ मत
बदलो । बड़बड़ाते जाओ । इमारतें ढह रही हैं ।
जिस शिव की जटा से गंगा निकली उसी शिव
की मूर्ति से गंगा दहाड़ मार मार कर
टकरा रही है । महाविलाप का प्रलय है । कुछ
का मर जाना तय है । गंगा ख़तरे के निशान से
ऊपर है । हम नदियों से दूर जा चुके हैं ।
नदियाँ हमारी गर्दन पकड़ रही हैं । बचाओ
बचाओ । ऐ विकास अलकनंदा सो बचाओ रे ।
ऐ विकास भागीरथी से बचाओ रे । मार
देंगी दोनों । गंगा सबको नंगा कर देगी ।
मानसून का मातम सुन । सब गिरेगा सब
बहेगा । कोई अफ़सोस मत करो । इंजीनियर ने
पढ़ा ही होगा । नेता ने देखा ही होगा । पहाड़ों के
रास्ते पहली बाढ़ नहीं है । हरहर हाहाकार ।

पागलनामा- पार्ट वन

थकान गले तक भरी हुई है । दिमाग़ पाँव तक
सुन्न है । सुबह सुबह रात की बची ख़बरें
झनझना रही हैं । ऐसी तमाम ख़बरों के साथ
दिन बदल जाते हैं । हम उन्हें युद्ध में बदल कर
मोर्चे पर डटे सिपाही का भरम पाल लेते हैं ।
कुछ दर्शक कुछ पाठक भी रण में उतरे होते हैं
। तलवारें भांज रहे होते हैं ।
बाक़ी बची ख़बरों से चुपचाप रक्त रीसता है ।
इस माहौल में कौन रोता है किसका लहू
देखकर, कौन भीगता है किसी के आँसू देखकर
। हम सबको पता है कि हम सब ऐसे ही हैं । हम
सब ऐसे ही रहेंगे । चुप रहना है बस । खुद से
भी चुप्पी साध लेनी है ।
जो पकड़ा जाएगा मारा जाएगा । उसके लिए
बाक़ी लोग लिख कर या बोलकर क्या बदल
लेंगे । फिर भी बोला तो जायेगा ।
लिखा तो जायेगा । कुछ बदल भी जाये
तो इसी नाम पर सब चलता चला जाएगा ।
आप ख़ुद को जितना ख़ाली करते हैं
उतना ही भरने लगते हैं । ख़ाली जगह में
हवा घुसकर साय सायं करती है । शोर है ।
भीतर ,बाहर । आप जो नहीं है वो भी हैं कई
लोगों की नज़र में । जो हैं वो भी नहीं हैं
कइयों की नज़र में । आप कहीं है ही नहीं । ख़ुद
में न दूसरों की नज़र में । राजनीति कीजिये ।
बस कहिये कि राजनीति नहीं करते ।
अपना साक्षी ख़ुद बन जाइये ।
तब भी कुछ नहीं होगा । कुछ नहीं बदलेगा ।
भाषा के उसी भवंर में हम आप उतराते रहेंगे ।
वाक्य विन्यासों के हाइवे पर स्कूटी दौड़ाते
रहेंगे । चेतना जड़ समाज में
लिखना चेतनाशील नहीं है । दावा मत कीजिये
। दूसरे को दे दीजिये । गुट ज़रूरी है । गुटका भी ।
कांग्रेस ज़रूरी है । बीजेपी भी । नेता ज़रूरी हैं ।
कार्यकर्ता भी । विचारधारा ज़रूरी है ।
अवसरवाद भी । पीछे से मार करने
की रणनीति बनाते रहिए । सामने से मुस्कुराते
रहिये । सामने वाले को गिरते देखिये । गिराने
वाले के साथ हो जाइये । दलीलें तैयार रखिये ।
यही हथियार हैं । शातिर और दलाल यूँ
ही नहीं श्रेष्ठ दलील रखते हैं । उनका दर्शन
त्वरित और मारक है । कुछ भी नया नहीं है ।
जो नया नहीं है वो भी आपका है । पहली बार है
। ऐसा दावा करते रहिए । बातें परती ज़मीन हैं ।
हर दौर में उन पर कब्ज़ा होता रहेगा । तनाव से
गुज़रते हुए पागल हो जाइये । मेरी तरह अल्ल-
बल्ल लिखते जाइये जैसा कि मैं
अभी अभी कर चुका हूँ । मैं अभी पागल
नहीं हुआ हूं । ईंट पत्थर की बदबू से भरा यह
शहर जल्दी पागल कर देगा । शातिर शांत है ।
वो लिखता नहीं है । मारे गए लोग लहू
को स्याही समझ लिख देते हैं । पागल होने के
इस दौर में पैराग्राफ़ मत बदलिये । एक
ही साँस और एक ही रौं में कह जाइये । कुछ
नहीं होगा । जो पाया है गँवा दीजिये । सिर्फ
बातें बचती हैं । जिन्हें छोड़ दिया जाता है
आपके पीछे । ताकि आप भागते रहें और सुनते
रहें । दीवारों पर, पोस्टरों पर, टीवी में,
अख़बारों में । हर तरफ़ बातें हैं । सत्य
अंडरवियर पहनकर समंदर के किनारे 'हाफ़
ट्रूथ' बना सूर्य स्नान कर रहा है । झूठ शहर
का मेयर बन गया है । बारिश से कौन भीग
रहा है । वो जो घर से निकला ही नहीं । आनंद
रेडिमेड है । नूडल है । शर्म आँखों में नहीं जुराब
में होती है । जूते तो उतारो । मिल जाओ हर
धारा से । मिले रहो । इससे उससे । सबसे ।
सुनो । चुपचाप । साँसों को आहट की तरह ।
कहो चुपचाप कानों में साज़िश की तरह ।
बिजली चली जाएगी । नींद भी चली जाएगी ।
जागते हुए पागल होना अच्छा नहीं है ।
क्या इस शहर में नींद किराये पर मिलती है ?

A lost hope

Fountains of lament burst through my desires for you.. Stood like the height of a pillar that you were, I could see your moving eyes ...