NOOSE... IT IS !

The final verdict is out. Death it is..but why only the four  of them and not the fifth one, the so called minor? How juvenile is this juvenile? 18 or 16, if he is old enough to know how to dishonour a woman's chastity and destroy all evidence of brutality, is he not old enough to be hanged as well? Do we really believe that he will change as a person after undergoing a process of reformation in the special home ? Very debatable...


Jyoti Singh was brutally raped and her male companion was beaten barbarically inside a moving bus on a chilly wintry night in Delhi on 16th of December, 2012..after nine months the verdict is out, its whether due to the pressure exerted by the public or because of their own conviction, whatever, the judiciary finally announced a death penalty for all the four 'adult' convicts today, and now atleast a large chunk of the citizenry is happy and joyous and once again their faith has been restored in the legal system.

I am not sure,like in any other case the criminals still have the option of appealing to the High Court, failing that the Supreme Court. The last resort being sending mercy petition to the Honourable President of India etc etc.... But this time it seems its going to be death and nothing less than that..because that is what the people want, and with elections round the corner government will try its best to concede. Being a woman, the only question that is bothering me at the moment is whether this death sentence will expedite in eradicating the heinous crimes from the society or not .


Let us take this case. Dhananjoy Chatterjee, the rapist and murderer of a 14-year-old girl, and the killer was hanged to death on August 14, 2004 at the Alipore Central Jail in Kolkata...The verdict was highly appreciated by all and sundry.But to our utter dismay, the eve teasing, molestation or rape cases have not decreased in Kolkata , rather escalated manifold in the years that followed. In fact, the horrific incidents are still taking place everywhere and rapes are being committed, sometimes even in broad daylight . I feel, crime takes birth where fear is buried, by fear I mean to state the fear of God, fear of the society, the fear of  'nark'  and the fact is, the perpetrators of crimes are so fearless that a death sentence once in a while is not going to deter them from committing such horrific crimes.


If criminality ends with the criminal then this death penalty is totally justified. But I am happy that my faith in optimism has not been shaken and I was not that naive in believing that mass protests without a leader will bear fruitful result..Nevertheless, I am feeling bad for the families of these convicts, who will face the ire of the society and might also be ostracized for the rest of their lives . God bless them...








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THE REAL BUDDHA..........

Gautama Buddha had left the grandeur and pompousness of palace to attain enlightenment and propagate religious teachings among the common people. He  had sacrificed worldly pleasures and abandoned his wife and son to seek truth... With no bindings of the family life and no complications to be handled on a day to day basis, it would have been little easier for him to follow the path that he had chosen.

It really makes me wonder who is the greatest ! The ordinary 'sansarik' person who faces myriad challenges that life throws upon him/her and still walks through the flame with  a smile or the great Buddha who had the calmness of nature surrounding him while he preached ! I don’t know about others but as far as I am concerned, there have been several such episodes when I have felt like leaving everything and go away somewhere where no one would be able to recognise me..just disappear. But one look at my son's innocent face and the thoughts would go back to their birthplace. This is the actuality of life, you simply cannot run away.

We are all answerable for our actions ,good or bad . We are human beings so humaneness cannot be taken away from us. We need love as much as we want to love, and the love which we think is right and makes our soul happy is often misconstrued by some individuals. This prompts some of us to either sacrifice the true love or live as an ostracized individual who is looked down upon. Does it mean we stop believing in love? Would this generate  hatred for the people who have achieved what they had set out to.... probably we will reach to the last breath of our life figuring out the answers..

We all struggle, every minute, every nanosecond to understand ,to fathom the secret of true love . Sometimes we even start following the teachings of great saints to attain temporary peace but that hardly helps. What will actually help us to attain absolute tranquility, moksha or nirvana is total detachment from the chores of life but I call that escapism... the day we start thinking less about our family and more about our inner peace, will be the day when the Supreme power will denounce us as the most self-centred individual on earth..

Therefore, the real Buddha according to me is the person who goes beyond his 'self' to achieve goodness not only for himself but also for others and despite the sea of predicaments and the demons of misfortune in his life, fights against the evils present in the lives of others. They become the examples, the inspiration and motivate others by their actions ,not by their words merely. They do not waste their energy in doing the math of ‘give and take’.. they rather give with a strong conviction that they will get more than what they have given but that barely ever happens.. For me, the real Buddha ("awakened one" or "the enlightened one"), is a person who sacrifices, sometimes without even questioning 'why' or for 'whom' and believes in ‘Karma’,in the relentless hardships in order to provide a comfortable life to those who depend on him/her.. He/she lives with the family , stays with it through the upheavals rather than leaving his/her family members on their own to face the society and the adversities …

ANJORI, AAJ ANYAMANASKA KYON HO ? / अंजोरी, आज अन्यमनस्क क्यों हो ?

अंजोरी, आज अन्यमनस्क क्यों हो ?

कजराई-सी आँखों में
'रात्रि' की कनीनिका में
समाया है अब्द का अस्तित्व
जो माँग रहा है तुमसे
क्षण भर का साथ
अंजोरी, तुम आज अन्यमनस्क क्यों हो ?

इस पार से जो देखा
अस्पष्ट दाग चाँद का
इतना कुत्सित नहीं, सच.
कुछ ठंडक तुम देती
कुछ उष्णता जीवन से लेती
अंजोरी, तुम आज अन्यमनस्क क्यों हो ?

कुआशा से कुपित
अस्थिर, अबाध्य हृदय
चाहता है पीना दो घूँट
उस पूर्णिमा की कलसी से.
अब तक नहीं लाई तुम अंजुलि भर ?
अंजोरी, तुम आज अन्यमनस्क क्यों हो ?

Anjori aaj anyamanaska kyon ho?

Kajrai si ankhon mein

'Raatri' ki kaninika mein

samaya hai abd ka astitva

jo mang raha hai tumse

kshan bhar ka saath

Anjori, tum aaj anyamanaska kyon ho?

Is paar se jo dekha

aspasht daag chand ka

itna kutsit nahin, sach.

Kuchh thandak tum deti

kuch ushnata jeevan se leti

Anjori, tum aaj anyamanaska kyon ho?

Kuasha se kupit

asthir, abadhya hriday

chahta hai peena do ghoont

us poornima ki kalsi se.

Ab tak nahin layi tum anjuli bhar?

Anjori, tum aaj anyamanaska kyon ho?

Text-Aparna Bose
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TAANE BAANE MEIN ULAJHTI SAANSEIN.../ ताने बाने में उलझती साँसें...

Suljhata gaya wo ganthein

chhoti-badi, asaan-mushkil

aharnish, vishramheen

kuchh haan ka taana

kuchh na ka baana

taane baane mein ulajhti saansein

Bunta gaya wo ratein

bahas wali, prem wali

kabhi reshmi, kabhi suti

kuchh neend ka taana

kuchh khwabon ka baana

taane baane mein ulajhti saansein

Karta gaya wo khat-khat

kya dhoop kya baarish

kargha uska muskurata raha

kuchh paane ka taana

kuchh khone ka baana

taane baane mein ulajhti saansein

सुलझाता गया वो गाँठें

छोटी-बड़ी, आसान-मुश्किल

अहर्निश, विश्रामहीन

कुछ हाँ का ताना

कुछ ना का बाना

ताने बाने में उलझती साँसें

बुनता गया वो रातें

बहस वाली, प्रेम वाली

कभी रेशमी, कभी सूती

कुछ नींद का ताना

कुछ ख़्वाबों का बाना

ताने बाने में उलझती साँसें

करता गया वो खट-खट

क्या धूप क्या बारिश

करघा उसका मुस्कुराता रहा

कुछ पाने का ताना

कुछ खोने का बाना

ताने बाने में उलझती साँसें

text- Aparna Bose
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KHOJ LEGA MARUDWEEP.../ खोज लेगा मरुद्वीप...

Yun hi, bas yun hi
tham gayin thi saansein
mook ho gayin thi fizayein
jab us din
padha tha usne mantramugdh
ek nazm, kajal se varnit
us mayavi chakshu-sudha mein
aur doob gaya, vaastav se nirlipt

us din
apni satrangi duniya mein kaid
us vaakruddha pal ki gahanta
samajh na payi thi hatabhagi
us nishchhal prem ki mahanta

aaj bhi
saat rango ke mohpaash mein lipti
kajrare naino mein sapne liye
roshandaan ke sahare
khojti hai ek hriday apne liye

aaj bhi
wo dooba hua hai
us athah swapna-sindhu mein
ek atoot milan ki asha mein
vishwas hai use, khoj lega
apna marudweep, registaan mein

यूँ ही, बस यूँ ही

थम गयीं थी साँसें

मूक हो गयीं थी फ़िज़ायें

जब उस दिन

पढ़ा था उसने मंत्रमुग्ध

एक नज़्म, काजल से वर्णित

उस मायवी चक्षु-सुधा में

और डूब गया, वास्तव से निर्लिप्त 

उस दिन

अपनी सतरंगी दुनिया में क़ैद

उस वाकरुद्ध पल की गहनता

समझ न पाई थी हतभागी

उस निश्छल प्रेम की महानता

आज भी

सात रंगो के मोहपाश में लिपटी

कजरारे नैनो में सपने लिए

रोशनदान के सहारे

खोजती  है एक हृदय अपने लिए

आज भी

वो डूबा हुआ है

उस अथाह स्वप्न-सिंधु में

एक अटूट मिलन की आशा में

विश्वास है उसे,

खोज लेगा 

अपना मरुद्वीप, रेगिस्तान में

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TUM AANA BHOOL GAYE …/ तुम आना भूल गये.…

Dhamaniyon mein bahti 

bhavnaon ki tarah,

nashwar jeevan ki

shwas ki tarah,

avadharit tha tumahara aana.

Par tum

uljhe rahe jatil neel ki

parakashtha napne mein.

Dekho,

megh ke chhal se bachkar

chandni bhi chali ayi.

Indradhanush,tum aana bhool gaye ?

Dekho,

dhoop ka ik sunhara tukda

rango ke intzaar mein

abhi bhi baitha hai

chupchap mere sirhane..

धमनियों में बहती 

भावनाओं की तरह,

नश्वर जीवन की

श्वास की तरह,

अवधारित था तुम्हारा आना.

पर तुम

उलझे रहे जटिल नील की 

पराकाष्ठा नापने में.

देखो,

मेघ के छल से बचकर

चाँदनी भी चली आई.

इंद्रधनुष,तुम आना भूल गये ?

देखो,

धूप का इक सुनहरा टुकड़ा

रंगो के इंतज़ार में

अभी भी बैठा है

चुपचाप मेरे सिरहाने..

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YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE IN MY DREAMS...

I miss those expanse

of greens and plains

the merriments and picnics

bicycle rides in the rains

 I miss the Brahmaputra

the surges and the roars

remembrances of vibrant boats

the child in me still adores

Rhinos with imprudent faces
and the regal elephants
gigantic yet disciplined
  obeying mahut’s commands

 I miss the tributaries

rivulets and meandering streams

pebbles in various hues

Assam, you’re always there in my dreams

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DOOBTI-TIRTI LEHREIN... / डूबती-तिरती लहरें ….

Sooraj ki tapish sahti hui lahrein

Raat ka intzar karti hui lahrein

Chandni ko chhune ki koshish mein lahrein

Pyaas mitane ki koshish mein lahrein

Phir bhi tarangit harshit lahrein

Kinaron se takrakar bikharti hui lahrein

Kharepan ko apnakar muskati hui lahrein

Kuchh kuchh mujh jaisi

Doobti- tirti lahrein ….

सूरज की तपिश सहती हुई लहरें 

रात का इंतज़ार करती हुई लहरें 

चांदनी को छूने की कोशिश में लहरें 

प्यास मिटाने की कोशिश में लहरें 

फिर भी तरंगित, हर्षित लहरें 

किनारों से टकराकर बिखरती हुई लहरें 

खारेपन को अपनाकर मुस्काती हुई लहरें 

कुछ कुछ मुझ जैसी 

डूबती-तिरती लहरें …. 

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SASTE DAMON MEIN SAPNE.../ सस्ते दामों में सपने.....

Chand utra tha

tedhe-medhe raste se.

Aya tha meri dahleez pe

khareedne aya tha sapne.

Aajkal bikte hain zameen par

Saste damoN mein sapne…..

Aye the taron ke sang

darakhtoN ne jo patte bheje the.

Ayi thi

lafzon ki talash mein

panchhiyon ke sang meethi dhun.

Aajkal bikte hain zameen par

saste damoN mein sapne

चाँद उतरा था 

टेढ़े-मेढ़े रस्ते से .

आया था मेरी दहलीज़ पे 

खरीदने आया था सपने .

आजकल बिकते हैं ज़मीन पर 

सस्ते दामों में सपने 

आये थे तारों के संग 

दरख्तों ने जो पत्ते भेजे थे .

आई थी 

लफ़्ज़ों की तलाश में 

पंछियों के संग मीठी धुन .

आजकल बिकते हैं ज़मीन पर 

सस्ते दामों में सपने

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SYMPHONY...

That path

paved with thorns

and velvety flora

led not to the oblivion

but to your heart

My heart
and my mind
their sameness
in rhythm and lyrics
created one symphony
core was you..

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KUCHH BOONDEIN BARISH KI.... / कुछ बूँदें बारिश की....

 

    Kuchh boondein barish ki, pyale mein jo baras padi

dekho toh, zayka hi badal gaya is kadwi coffee ka

          Bas thoda sa tumhara 'tum' badal deta hai mujhe............

कुछ बूँदें बारिश की, प्याले में जो बरस पड़ी

           देखो तो, ज़ायका ही बदल गया इस कड़वी कॉफ़ी का

              बस थोड़ा सा तुम्हारा 'तुम' बदल देता है मुझे ………

KINE NAO AKTA SWAPNO... / কিনে নাও একটা স্বপ্ন....

Aaj pray ponchash bachhor
ak bhabe dariye
bikri kore rongeen swapno
Buro baba chowrastar more

Buro babar char pashe
ghurchhe duniya ta
bike, car, sumo, nano
ar manusher mela

Ei melar jaal periye
jara ashe haath bariye
kochi kochi nishpaap hathe
daye swapno dhoriye

Rongeen ballooner dawl bhari mishti
babar jholaye achhe lattu ar chorkhi
bhalo kharaper jotilota periye
kine nao akta swapno, khoti ki !

আজ প্রায় পঞ্চাশ বছর 

এক ভাবে দাঁড়িয়ে 

বিক্রি করে রঙ্গীন স্বপ্ন

বুড়ো বাবা চৌরাস্তার মোড়ে 

বুড়ো বাবার চার পাশে

ঘুরছে দুনিয়া টা 

বাইক , কার, সূমো, ন্যানো 

আর মানুষের মেলা

এই মেলার জাল পেরিয়ে

যারা আসে হাত বাড়িয়ে

কচি কচি নিষ্পাপ হাতে 

দায়ে স্বপ্ন ধরিয়ে

রঙ্গীন বেলুনের দল ভারি মিষ্টি

বাবার ঝোলায় আচ্ছে লাট্টু  আর চর্কী 

ভালো খারাপের জটিলতা পেরিয়ে

কিনে নাও একটা স্বপ্ন, ক্ষতি  কী !

text-Aparna Bose
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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

Mutthi bhar dhoop
Anjuli bhar boondein
Neend bhar roti
Pet bhar sapne
Bas, itna hi
Isse zyada nahin.

मुट्ठी भर धूप 

अंजुली भर बूँदें 

नींद भर रोटी 

पेट भर सपनें 

बस, इतना ही 

इससे ज्यादा नहीं

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EK ROOHANI PAL / एक रूहानी पल

Aaj chhote chhote , ade-tirchhe badal ke tukde is prakar aasman ke panne par bikhre hue the mano slanted handwriting mein kuch likh rahe ho.
Dhyan se dekha toh laga kuch akshar hain, jumbled words ki tarah. Socha chalo solve kiya jaye. Aksharon ko theek se sajaya toh jo ubhar ke aya wo tumhara hi naam tha .Ab bhram ho ya haqueekat mera din toh achche se guzra na !!

आज छोटे- छोटे, आड़े - तिरछे बादल के टुकड़े इस प्रकार आसमान के पन्ने पर बिखरे हुए थे मानो स्लानटेड हैण्डराइटिंग में कुछ लिख रहे हों।  ध्यान से देखा तो लगा कुछ अक्षर हैं , जम्बल्ड वर्ड्स की तरह।  सोचा चलो सॉल्व किया जाये।  अब भ्रम हो या हकीक़त मेरा दिन तो अच्छे से गुज़रा न !!


Ade-tirchhe                                                              
kuchh rui jaise                                                            
bhure, slaty se                                                          

Haan tum jaise                                                          
jaise tumhara naam                                                  
neele rang pe                                                            

Kalpana meri                                                            
vaastav mein shayad                                                
jo bhi hai, hai toh                                                      

Hai abhivyakti                                                        
meri parikalpana                                                        
tum hi toh ho

Ek nimitt
ambar pe ankit
tumhara naam                                                      

Ek roohani pal  .

                                                        

आड़े - तिरछे
कुछ रुई जैसे
भूरे, स्लेटी से

हाँ तुम जैसे
जैसे तुम्हारा नाम
नीले रंग पे

कल्पना मेरी
वास्तव में शायद
जो भी है, है तो

है अभिव्यक्ति
मेरी परिकल्पना
तुम ही तो हो

 एक निमित्त
 अम्बर पे अंकित
 तुम्हारा नाम


 एक रूहानी पल.

Original Night Sky Painting Moon and Clouds by ABFoleyArtworkswww.etsy.com

IT SUDDENLY RAINS.........

Those slanted clouds

grey and black

images and lines

are you back?

They look so familiar

floating by

I try to decipher

and they comply

I close my eyes

try to assemble

one by one , I solve

and decode the jumble

A gift from heaven

your name on the blue

It unexpectedly rains

downpour brings you

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FEELING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL AGAIN.....

 Life is still so beautiful and young after 23 years... yes that is what I realised yesterday after meeting up with my school mates after 23 years. Nothing has changed it seemed. A whole hearted laugh while recollecting the incidents from the years gone by made this rendezvous very special and a memorable one. I will cherish the get together till the last breath. Looking forward to more such celebrations............

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LOVE IS LIKE RED WINE

Life is short

not that short

for you and me

to dream together

Together we dream

about melancholy and melody

about meandering rivulets

shells that we gather

Gather we do

in this short span

conflicts and compliance

our love need not bother

Bother does He

about defeats and attainments

If we breathe together

challenges will not smother

Smother or kill

our love sparkles and tastes

with all the cataclysms

like that red wine

text on image - aparna bose

Red Wine Photograph by Frank Tschakert - Red Wine Fine Art Prints ...fineartamerica.com