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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

NO SMOKING... Dhoompaan kora swasther jonne khotikarok.

Kal anekgulo traffic signal cross korlam... kono road intersection e Rabindrasangeet bajchhilona....beshirbhag e non-functional hoye giyechhe mone hoi, ta chhara,  Thakur dhumpaan(ধূমপান) niye kono gaan o lekhenni ...bhaggish!!
Akta aro katha mone holo je Pashchim Bonge jato cinema hall achhe shekhane statutary warning  na dilei to chole..."
..cigarette khele ba khailei cancer hobe !!" jatto shob nyakami...
Jader ja giyechhe ta niye to ar kichhu kora jabena...baki jader ja achhe sheta cigaretter dhoNar shathe ure jak r ki........Barir baro ra jakhon permission ar utshaho dutoi diye diyechhen, amra bolar ke !!!

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Traffic signal e ei gaan ta bajalei hoi.....
Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya........
Har fikr ko dhuein mein udata chala gaya.....(hum dono...singer-Mohd Rafi)
(Ekti fraud er jonne emnitei anekgulo loker khoti hoe gyachhe...shei bhool ta shodhrabar jonne aro kichhu loker khoti hok ar ki)

MATRITWA / मातृत्व


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पिछले महीने जावेद अख्तर जी  ने संसद के एक सत्र के दौरान एक मुद्दा उठाया था मातृत्व के सन्दर्भ में ...उनका एक प्रश्न सचमुच दिल को झकझोर गया ... उन्होंने जो कहा वो कुछ इस प्रकार था ..." कहते हैं माँ के पैरों तले स्वर्ग है ,माँ भगवान का रूप है, तो क्या उस औरत को वो सम्मान या प्यार नहीं मिलना चाहिए जो माँ नहीं बन सकी ? "
निः संदेह विचार करने योग्य .......
विडंबनात्मक बात यह है कि एक ओर  हमारे देश में जहाँ देवियों की पूजा शक्ति या माँ के रूप में की जाती है वहीँ दूसरी ओर कुछ पलों के अंतराल में एक बलात्कार या भ्रूण हत्या का कांड टीवी के परदे पर दिखाई देता है .

जावेद जी ठीक ही तो कहते हैं ...ममता हर स्त्री के भीतर व्याप्त है या यूं कहें वो जन्म लेती है इस गुण के साथ…इसके लिए उसका माँ बनना ज़रूरी नहीं ...सिर्फ ममता ही क्यों, दूसरों के सुख दुःख बांटना ,और परित्याग की भावना ये ऐसे गुण हैं जिनसे उसका स्वाभाव स्वाभाविक या प्राकृतिक रूप से  सुशोभित है ...नहीं तो किसी गोद लिए गए बच्चे पर अपना सर्वस्व न्योछावर करना कैसे संभव होता है एक स्त्री के लिए?
आज अखबार में भी पढ़ा , कुछ ऐसी भी महिलाएं हैं जो निजी कारण  हेतु अविवाहित होते हुए भी मातृत्व का सुख पाने के लिए बच्चा adopt कर रहीं है ...काफी परेशानियों का सामना करना पढता है ऐसे cases में ,पर बिना हार  माने,विचलित हुए बिना अकेले ही बच्चा गोद भी ले रहीं हैं और उनका अच्छे से पालन-पोषण भी कर रहीं है .....
कोई ज़रुरत नहीं है औरत को या 'माँ ' को भगवान् का दर्ज़ा देने की ....इंसान है ,इंसान रहने दो… मान-सम्मान और प्यार ही काफी है ... इस प्रकार ये समाज ,ये संसार निश्चित रूप से  एक मनोरम स्थान बन  जायेगा ........

Sunday, June 16, 2013

MEN ARE FROM MARS, WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS.........

I woke up suddenly last night and found my husband sobbing badly..like a child.. eyes closed but crying. I realised he was having a real bad dream...could be of loss or sickness...or something eerie.....worried, I woke him up and asked him, "did you have any bad dreams?" He stared perplexedly at me and went (read ran)straight to the living room , came back and told me nah,everything is fine.
I said, "But what was it , what made you so upset ? " 
He answered, "I dreamt , we had a tiff and that you emptied the remaining scotch , pouring it down the kitchen sink" ...
Can you beat it !! So blunt and soooooooo....well, forget it.....
And sanguine that its still there and his 'on the rocks' rendezvous has not been ruined, my hubby was, within no time snoring away to glory... Staring blankly at the ceiling, I lay there for a long while, acridly wondering whether it is his scotch or blackberry or me? Where do I figure on his priority list? ( Considering,  the first thing he tends to do after waking up in the morning is to check his cell phone.....)
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So true. Men ARE from mars and women ARE from venus..............period !!

Friday, June 14, 2013

WHAT'S NEXT ?

The beginning of the end....
Trunk calls .....radio sets...cassettes.../... cassette players....discontinuation of the telegram services.... 





Wednesday, June 12, 2013

EK THI DAAYAN....


Dhoop na tum ko lage
Khol denge chhatariyaan
Peechhe peechhe din bhar
Ghar daftar mein le ke chalenge hum

Tumhaari filein, tumhaari diary
Gaadi ki chaabiyan, tumhaari enakein
Tumhaara laptop, tumhaari cap, phone
Aur apna dil, kanwaara dil
Pyaar mein haara bechara dil
Aur apna dil
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The only thing amazing about the movie ‘ ek thi dayan’ was this song….the lyrics so very Gulzarish yet so contemporary …in his otherworldly, inimitable style only  Gulzaar Sahab can weave the letters so beautifully and write songs/poems which do not seem as if lost in a sea… he surely  knows how to go with the flow…a master weaver after all

Monday, June 10, 2013

रिश्ता

रिश्तों की अहम्मियत समझना और उन्हें ईमानदारी से निभाना  आसान नहीं है किसी के लिए भी ...प्यार और विश्वास दोनों बहुत ज़रूरी है ...कभी कभी तो इन दोनों से भी बात नहीं बनती और कारण ढूँढ़ते ढूँढ़ते रिश्ता ही ख़त्म हो जाता है ...और फिर अकेला इंसान हताश बैठा भाग्य को कोसता रहता है. ...ऐसे परिस्थिति को सँभालने के लिए गुरुजनों की विचारक्षमता आवश्यक है बशर्ते वो अपने अहम् को बीच में न लायें और समस्या में उलझे लोग रिश्ते को बचाने के लिए एक नासमझ बच्चे की तरह बड़ों का कहा समझने की कोशिश करें और उस पर अमल करें .........और रही समर्पण की बात ...तो उसके लिए बहुत बड़ा दिल चाहिए ...दिल बड़ा हो और क्षमा करने की मानसिकता हो तो टूटा हुआ रिश्ता खुद -ब- खुद जुड़ जाता है ....
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Thursday, June 06, 2013

YAYAVAR ( NOMAD ) / यायावर



Yadon ne karvatein badliN toh zahan mein silwatein padh gayi

यादों ने करवटें बदलीं तो ज़हन में सिलवटें पड़ गयीं


Har kadhwe ehsaas ko meetha mere khayalon ne hi banaya hai,
tapish ki chubhan ko khatm boondoN ki khushbu ne hi kiya hai

'Coffee' ke saath harfon ka rishta hi kuchh anokha  hai
(tapish-heat of the sun , harf -letter , anokha -unique)

हर कड़वे  एहसास को मीठा मेरे ख़यालों  ने ही बनाया है,
तपिश की चुभन को  ख़त्म बूंदों की खुशबू ने ही किया है

'Coffee' के साथ हर्फों का रिश्ता ही कुछ अनोखा  है


Yayavar si fitrat ho gayi hai khayalon ki
mushkilein badh jati hain jab tum unme hote ho ..........
(Yayavar- Itinerant, Nomad...Fitrat - Nature )

यायावर सी फ़ितरत हो गयी है ख़यालों की
मुश्किलें बढ़ जाती हैं जब तुम उनमे होते हो ..........

Gam is baat ka nahin ki kisi din chale jana hai
fikra is baat ki hai ki tum yaad rakhoge ki nahin...........

Hum to rooh ka libaas odh kar bhi khaak se apna dil le jayenge
(rooh -soul , libaas -attire,garb.... khaak - ash )

ग़म  इस बात का नहीं की किसी दिन चले जाना है
फ़िक्र  इस बात की है कि तुम याद रखोगे की नहीं........

हम तो रूह का लिबास ओढ़  कर भी ख़ाक से अपना दिल ले जाएँगे

Ek guzarish dil se zabaan tak ane ko betaab hai
chalo aaj dil ko phir thoda bahla liya jaye

एक गुज़ारिश दिल से ज़बान तक आने को बेताब है
चलो आज दिल को फिर थोड़ा बहला लिया जाए

Aisa kyun lagta hai ki yahin kahin aas-paas ho
aisa kyun lagta hai ki waqt thahar gaya hai...........

ऐसा क्यूँ लगता है की यहीं कहीं आस-पास हो
ऐसा क्यूँ लगता है की वक़्त ठहर गया है...........


Tum thakte nahin ho kitaab likhte likhte
Hum thak jate hain panne palatte palatte

तुम थकते नहीं हो किताब लिखते लिखते
हम थक जाते है पन्ने पलटते पलटते

Kadhwahat na hoti to chashni ka mazaa nahin ataa,
dard na hota to mohabbat bemaani ho jaati

Waise nazm aur sher to 'Uski' marzi se hi mukammal hote hain
(bemaani -meaningless , marzi - consent , mukammal -complete ,consummate)

कड़वाहट ना होती तो चाशनी का मज़ा नहीं आता
दर्द न होता तो मोहब्बत बेमानी हो जाती

वैसे नज़्म और शेर तो 'उसकी' मर्ज़ी से ही मुकम्मल होते हैं


Wednesday, June 05, 2013

SEND SOME RAIN, SEND SOME LOVE..........

I always find this straight line (apparently) separating the sky from the earth, a line which is adorably called  'horizon' , very inspiring but frustratingly unattainable...What could be the reason ? Quite possibly, my past rather our past is hiding beyond that line!! The magnetic pull that I experience everytime I am on my balcony could be because of that past - childhood, adolescence, youth et al....the best moments, unquestionably. I strongly believe time never stops, never ends ...it either dons the garb of your past,or your present or lurks around every corner as your future,  not always with an intention to harm you though...We can try and beckon some moments from the past, no !! I  reckon , time has ears and a heart...( blabbering again ??...nooooo) 


The line where the twain meet
the green and the blue
beyond that?
Resides the girl that was me
my Cinderella shoes and 
my Snowwhite frock,
satin ribbons and lacy roses,
warmth of hand-knitted sweaters,
the dreams in all shades,
the fireflies which shone like stars,
the glistening droplets on the Taro leaves.
The clouds that were mine once
are now playing hide and seek .
Somewhere behind that curtain
is hiding the messenger boy,
and the droplets that melt relentlessly 
into streams of profound joy 
My heart beckons you little girl
please come or send some love
the soul is thirsty and earth is parched
send some rain,send some love

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Monday, June 03, 2013

TILASM....THE MAGICAL SPELL.... / तिलस्म ......



Us din
aisa kyun laga ki
jate jate kuchh raaz
apne saath liye ja rahe ho,
kuchh ehsaas dil ke kone mein
chhupakar le ja rahe ho....

Stambhit
ek nirvaak agantuk main,
mook darshak ki tarah,
tumhare manoram roop ko niharti
kyun nahin samajh payi 
tumhare tilasm ko?
karsaazi ko?

Achanak
sindoori nabh ke kone se
ardh-chandra ne kivad khola.
Samaksh paya pranay nivedan karta
satrangi indradhanush.
Na boondein,na megh, phir bhi tum?

Maine
anchal mein baandh tumhe,
muskurate ansuon ko samet liya.
Zahan mein kiya sadaa ke liye chitrit
us godhuli bela ka soundarya
aur anginat ankahe shabd,
jo ban gaye aajivan ke sangi...

Jante ho,
toot gaya tumhara tilasm
bhram mein uljhe mere khayal,
tandra ke jaal se nikalkar,
ab syahi mein doob,
likhna chahte hain,
ek poorn kavita....

उस दिन
ऐसा क्यूँ लगा कि 
जाते जाते कुछ राज़
अपने साथ लिए जा रहे हो,
कुछ एहसास दिल के कोने में
छुपाकर ले जा रहे हो....

स्तंभित 
एक निर्वाक आगंतुक, मैं
मूक दर्शक की तरह
तुम्हारे मनोरम रूप को निहारती
क्यूँ नहीं समझ पाई 
तुम्हारे तिलस्म को?
कारसाज़ी को?

अचानक 
सिंदूरी नभ के कोने से,
अर्ध-चंद्र ने किवाड़ खोला,और 
समक्ष पाया प्रणय निवेदन करता
सतरंगी इंद्रधनुष.
ना बूँदें,ना मेघ, फिर भी तुम?

मैने
आँचल में बाँध तुम्हें,
मुस्कुराते आँसुओं को समेट लिया.
ज़हन में किया सदा के लिए चित्रित
उस गोधुलि बेला का सौंदर्य
और अनगिनत अनकहे शब्द
जो बन गये आजीवन के संगी ...

जानते हो,
टूट गया तुम्हारा तिलस्म,
भ्रम में उलझे मेरे ख़याल,
तंद्रा के जाल से निकलकर
अब स्याही में डूब,
लिखना चाहते हैं,
एक पूर्ण कविता...

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Saturday, June 01, 2013

VIBGYOR



 A sudden urge to walk my dog on the terrace...a beautiful sunset, an orangish sky, the sun suddenly seeming so humane as if trying to strike a conversation with me...and then it happened !! Someone or something tells me to turn around and there you are ! A picturesque and lively Vibgyor ...a flamboyant rainbow , splashing the joie de vivre of its seven colours from one end to the other and holding me a captive. It was as if  the limitless was telling me 'see , I can also write poetry' ....and how !! By the time I managed to reconnect with realism and decided to share the view with my better half and capture it permanently, it vanished.... Awestruck, I muttered 'God is so kind' ...
I did not strive even an iota to decipher the implication or the rationale behind such a fascinating occurrence at that point (16th May, 2013) but later ,that is precisely after two days, when I suffered a sudden and ferocious attack of bronchospasm and shortness of breath (respiratory distress) which almost choked me to death, I did manage to put all the pieces together and solve the puzzle...His kind-heartedness and heartlessness are never without any rhyme or reason. We should not take our life for granted ,because the vice versa is not at all fun.
Life has its own unique way of teaching us lessons from time to time,in a subtle or emphatic manner. Sometimes, it does not even bother to notify us. Something suddenly happens and we are pushed into the ocean of queries, wondering about the incessant 'whys' and 'hows'. We do succeed in finding the answers,or should I say we often succeed in manipulating the answers according to our convenience.'This happened because I had hurt him/her', or 'they suffered because they had started boasting too much of late', so on and so forth. But we often overlook the de facto.... life is way too powerful and way too complex an entity for us to comprehend. Life can hear us, life can react and life can make us dance to the tune of its choice, and we, the mortals, can only stare in disbelief or appreciate its bravado.
It is very difficult to presuppose the nature and face of death until you have seen it. Most of the time those who have seen it are never able to describe it because they are transported to 'the other side of the life, into the realm of spirits ' after their encounter that is. Luckily for me, I have survived that brief but terrible encounter with the other side of life. I can now describe the face,the attitude and the complexion of death. Believe me ,Death is not handsome, neither is he fair ,he is faceless yet has penetrating eyes, yes 'he' because it has a voice which is distinctly masculine, but Death has a heart of gold...he loves the language of love, he loves cajoling, he loves the weak, he loves to give if you are ready to beg with sincerety. if you have the ardency in your voice which can evoke the goodness in him then you can conquer  him.
Life has given me a second chance for the first time and I am going to cherish this moment for the rest of my life till death knocks again. For the first time I realised that a person is able to self-introspect better when confined to the four walls of a hospital room. Amidst the tinkling sound of various medicine bottles,needlles and other equipments, with full concentration, you will also get to hear the footsteps of life and death which are tiptoeing outside the wards with two things on their lips, a naughty smile and silence.
With every intravenous dose of antibiotic my body was afflicted with an unbearable pain.This oft-repeated pain made me a stronger person and reinstated my faith in the power of Karma, and the entire cycle of cause and effect was thus fortified by this faith. 

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