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Stray thoughts

There are times when you want to speak out and talk not specifically on an issue that is chosen or earmarked but it is some spontaneous urge to express as if a reservoir is bursting at the seams and wants to rush out into a stream . The only way to meet this compulsion to my mind is either to get hold of someone who is around and whom you can get to listen to you or else one could pen down one’s thoughts or put them in a computer which is the same thing except that you would not know when the electricity or battery will desert you or the system will betray you but then what can you do? Dysfunction is a way of life and nothing really is perfect.

I remember the other day Mr. Ghosh was with me holding a newspaper in his hand and trying to draw my attention to a news item which he thought was of great and historical importance in his opinion and deserved to be discussed between the two of us as self-proclaimed intellectuals. The story related to the ouster of Nawaz Sharif from Pak soil within hours of his arrival. It was clear that the President did  not want a son of the soil to disturb the peace and tranquility of his domain to be disturbed by the presence of a soiled and discredited politician(?). Mr. Ghosh was annoyed at the denial of human rights to an individual for ulterior motives.

I was a little hesitant in making my choice between Nawaz Sharif Sahib and Parvez Musharraf Sahib. But one thing was clear. The lurking shadow of Uncle Sam and the preference for the lady in waiting namely the famous Benazir Bhutto obviously had set the pace for the events. So we are waiting with brated breath for her and some softening of the aggressive tone which our neighbour has always adopted towards us. Let us hope that the terror industry that has been thriving in our neighbourhood for a long time willl now provide a respite for the people and allow them to live in peace.

 

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Badalte Mausam

Maazi ki talkhian,chubhti yaadein

Woh bachkana bahaney,woh tootey vaadey

Har pal machalte dil ka dharkna,

Intizaar ke kahar mein tarasna, tadapna.

 

Waqt beeta par saaye nahin jaa paaye

Nahin bhoole woh geet jo humne gaaye,

Dhun abhi bhi kaano mein barkarar hai,

Chein ab bhi nahin, na karar hai.

 

Kitna pani bahaya dariyaon ne,

Bahut mausam badle in fizaon ne,

Subhein huin, din nikle,shamein, raatein beetin,

Aankhen num huin,roin, sookhin, zindagi beeti.

 

Kadam uthey,manzil ki janib badhte gayey,

Magar  shayad galat seedhian hum chadhte rahe,

Choti par pahunche to manzar ajeeb paaya,

Sab kuchh paakar bhi khud ko garib paaya.

 

Duniya ki koi bhi  sheh sakoon na de payee

Hawa jo khushnuma thi aandhi lekar aayee,

Dil ke har jharokhe ko hila diya usne,

Bhare ghar ko khali kar diya usne.

 

Khojte hain wohi pal jab aankhon mein sitarey they,

Din shuru karte they to duor lagte kinare they,

Aur umadte dariya ko paar karne ki thi chah,

Khawab mazboot they, jaante huay bhi ki dushwar hai raah.

 

Unhin guzre huay mushkilpaloon ko paaney ki hai chahat,

Phir se aagaz ho to milegi dil ko raahat,

Din to beet hee jaatein hein hum chahein na chahein,

Magar safar ka lutuf hai jab anjaani hoon raahein.

 

 

 

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hello there

Back after a little while. Learnt many lessons in the meantime. One was that people dont really miss you. Good thought to realise your insignificance and the futility of having any inflated notions about yourself.  Another lesson was that you need people more than they need you for your own happiness or else you are a memory for the close ones and this also does not last long. Happy Janamashtami to all friends.

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Modern Culture

The sun has risen. It sounds funny to say so. The sun is stationary and stays where it is. Yet we keep saying that it has risenor it has set.It is indeed interesting that we think we are stationary,static, fixed and permanently glued to our present location,as inhabitants of Planet Earth and everything else moves relative to our determined position.Astronomers have been at pains to prove, even at the cost of lives of some of them, (remember Copernicus, Bruno, Galileo) that it is the Earthwhich movesand that too, around the sun, which we perceive and declare as either rising or setting.

Such is the mental set-up of human-beings that they believe and propagate what they think is correct or worthwhile from their point of view.Einstein gave time and space its own time and space and with his theory of relativity,highlighted the fact that the virus or germ in the human-mind prevents him from comprehending the utter
futility of definitive assumptions, as every single event, act, phenomenon or entity has actually to be viewed and evaluated in the perspective of a broad and substantively wide sense of relativity.If Bush calls Saddam a terrorist, why blame the arrogant and selfish wolf who gobbled up the lamb in the story? The meek shall inherit the kingdom of heaven. But the crook has his way in this world of conceit and deception.This reminds me of the umpteen number of TV serials on the Indian channels which have a common thread, a common factor of showing the good, noble and sincere human-beings as hapless, helpless victims of intrigue and repression by the vicious, devious and ugly forces of the evil, who invariably have good looks, pretty faces with scheming minds and almost always succeed in their satanic plans.They do face etribution but only when they have had generation leaps and full lives and have turned old enough alreadyto be of any consequence. The suffering souls in the meantime manage to meet accidents and perish, again through the machinations of their tormentors but many re-emerge with new faces through plastic surgery which dramatically also changes their voice, height and general demeanour and attitude to life and affairs.Most of them become as ruthless as their foes and venture to take revenge. The message probably is that it is no good to be too good and worse to be goody-goody.Modern culture perhaps expects people to take up arms against the enemy and seek to destroy him. We also have the concept of Gandhigiri which has been applauded in recent times. But one thing is clear. There is no room for the weak and the weak-hearted in this age. Probably there never was any chance for such unfortunate souls. The strategies may vary but the fight in the human system has to subsist for life to carry on the struggle for existence and to oust the evil by the dominance of the good and the noble.

Escapism was never and can never be an answer to life’s problems. In the modern co

ntext of speed and unprecedented pace of life, the running away to forests(whatever is left of them) has already been replaced by the recourse to the runway approach of flying away to distant lands to explore, seek and conquer and achieve.

In one sense, modern man has become a hunter once again as in the pre-historic times with the important change that here the stakes are very high and the tools are technology , knowledge and speedy communication.What is really inexplicable is that education and sophistication seem to be no bar to brutal behaviour. Imagine well-educated, science and technology -oriented persons flying plane-loads of unsuspecting people into mammoth towers avowedly to strike terror and achieve aims which are not only irrational and diabolical but also the products of bigotry,ignorance and hatred. You deny happiness to yourself and others to qualify to have pleasures in heaven . Culture has become an ambiguous concept.

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A Dream Realised

Long years ago I had a dream,
With the first stirrings of youth,
My mind formed an image, a theme,
Of enchanting beauty, daring and wild.

Like a precious gem, the image shone,
Deep in the recesses of my soul,
With it there, I never felt alone,
It lighted my path, it gave me warmth,

Time plodded on, as is its wont ever,
Lots of water flowed under the bridges,
Seasons changed, one after another,
The image travelled to all of me.

And then I saw you, in flesh and blood,
The same eyes, the very same face,pretty and coy.
The sunshine smile, a red rose,a stream in flood,
My heart leaped and fell in your lap.

Was it a dream or was it real and true.
How would I know ,one from the other,
My eyes touched the light your presence threw,
The journey was made and the quest over.

Yet a deep sense of pain is left behind,
A dream realised perhaps drains the soul,
What was safely ,secretly tucked inside,
Is now visible, and not just for my eyes.

As your splendour flashes and invites a stare,
A fatal arrow pierces my restless heart,
Pray, lie embedded where you always were,
And like a sweet memory, stay there forever.

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Mother dear

She bore me
Like a bud on the branch
Jumping with joy with the breeze of life
She nurtured me
Like the gardener tending a plant
And when I became a flower
She laughed and made merry
Drunk with the fragrance that she gave me
She gave me life
She gave me shape.

And then time took wings
I became big, in body, not in soul
I grew taller, heavier
I felt great, she looked frail and small
She got shrivelled
With wisdom and age, terrible masters both
She felt lonely, groping for me
She had a claim, so she thought
She had pride and faith in meShe thought it right to seek her right.

I ran away
From her,from what she wanted
I did not want to be pressed and pestered
Like a ripe fruit, I felt heavy
With responsibility, so I thought
Though it was really an escape
To an easy time,a false freedom
Away I got, putting distance between us
I got engrossed in nothings
And lost my track into wilderness.

Now she is no more and I cry
Nothing can make my eyes dry
I am broken, lost in the pain of memory
Dry within and dying every moment.

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A miracle for survival.


One of the most amazing miracles of the world is the manner in which a human being
adopts himself to his environment. He is indeed the supreme negotiator who tries and turns every situation,howsoever daunting,unsavoury and absurd, into a win-win scene by sheer will-power, adjustment, manoeuvring and acclimitisation to the change that is imposed on him.The natural phenomena around us are miracles too– the oceans,rivers,mountains,flora and fauna, the day turning into night and re-emerging as the day again.Wonders comprise of the solar system,planets and innumerable such systems. The list is unending.


Miraculous is also the way in which life and death invade each living creature.Every single creature is born with a death sentence and some of us, in fact most of us, through sheer stupidity additionally impose upon ourselves a life sentence too by seeking to carry unnecessary burden on our minds, bodies and maybe souls too,by wasting our energy and vital force on anger, avarice, hatred and enmity. We see people dying everyday and we know that it is not a wonder how one dies. The wonder probably is how one lives with hostile polluted air, water and all similar and worse inflictions. Yet we cling to life with an intensity which belies and beats the dictates of sanity and rationality. When Yaksha asked Yudhishtra as to what in his view is the biggest wonder of the world ,he replied that it is this love of life even when one is sure of the finality of death. What is baffling is that we not only go on as if we are immortal but we hold on to our emotions and thoughts like dear life itself, forgetting that we are travellers on the journey of life and our baggage is only making our journey tougher.

But above all is the supreme wonder, the ultimate miracle which can be described as the simple factum of love,which is not just an emotion but a philosophy of life and a route for the journey which we are performing.It converts a human-being into an angel, a god and absence of love makes one a devil or at the least,a non-entity.The greater the love one gives and shares, the more fruitful is one’s life.It takes away all the angularities, crudity and venomfrom the mind. A human-being is transformed into a good human-being in no time and effortlessly, thus benefiting him and the entire human society.This is undoubtedly the highest miracle. Coscious efforts to strengthen love between human-beings should receive support from all those who want that life should acquire meaning.

One practical way of reaching this destination of falling in love with all human-beings and treating everybody as a friend and showering affection is through meditation. Meditation , for this purpose, sshould not be defined narrowly only as the classic Yogic method of breath-control and breath management and concentrating one’s thoughts and channelising them into a particular given or chosen direction. In the wider sense, meditation for our purpose would be conditioning of the mind by behaving naturally,eliminating every type of artificial or structured strategy in living one’s life.An artist who is engrossed in painting, a sculptor chisselling out a fine piece, a musician composing a tune, a factory worker doing his job with rapt attention and sincere application of mind, a farmer tilling his land and sweating happily, are all engaged in meditation.As long as they are carrying out their work,in right earnest, unmindful of their remuneration and accolades that they may receive,they are true “karamyogis” and advanced in meditation. This is a miracle which, if one were to pursue on purpose, would probably either not materialise or if it happens, it would be arduous and very, very hard.

A person who does the right, whether he trusts in God or not, will surely enrich human society and his love, manifest in his devotion to work(which is worship) would be of abiding benefit to humankind.The world is probably able to hold its happiness and its appeal only because of such human-beings. They are quintessantially the raison’detre for life and for growth.The Darwinian theory of evolution and survival of the fittest, the”Big Bang” theory, the Adam-Eve legend and all other scientific, mythical and other formulations notwithstanding, the world has moved and will continue to move only when human-beings are able to infuse a spirit of camaraderie and brotherhood through love, otherwise the prophets of doom will drown the voice of logic, sanity and rationality.

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Sunset

Majestic is the setting sun,
Lighting the entire horizon,
Crimson rays so cosily warm,
Dazzling with a strange charm.

Its flames are leaping high,
Engulfing earth and the sky,
All ablaze with red fire,
Like a bedecked pyre.

The dying sun is burning,
The wheel of time is turning,
The splendour and the gleam,
Will soon pass like a dream.

Once the fire loses its glow,
The light and heat will go,
Darkness will soon follow,
.Leaving a deep hollow.

But surely it is not the end,
For the greats never do bend,
It is just a brief respite,
Before another day shines bright.

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Dervish and the Demon

The dervish was aghast. He had lost sleep trying to teach the demon to mend his ways
and take up the noble path of worship and sacrifice. But the incorrigible demon persisted in his devilish philandering, troubling all and sundry, indulging in pursuit of pleasure for himself and himself alone. He would not allow anyone to be at peace, he would make others carry out his ordersand work hard to keep him in comfort and luxury. The dervish thought the matter over and having given up all hope, he made it to the door of his Master. The Master was deep in meditation and the knocking at his door went in vain.

The dervish returned,totally dejected,to his hut. He did not want to give up ,yet he had no choice but to stand down.

Time passed. Days, months, years.One dusky evening, someone called out to the dervish.He came out and saw the demon.The dervish was astonished and asked,”What brings you here after all this time?” The demon gave a derisive, demonic laugh and said,” I was always with you, in your heart, mind and soul. When you were with burning with anger, I was there. While you were feeling sad and sorry for your hurt ego, I was there.When you gave up in dismay and desperation,I was there.In fact , I was never nearer you than when you were trying to get rid of me.”


The dervish shuddered. He embraced the demon and said,” You are the true dervish, my friend,as you are your own master.”


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Shyam Patal


Jeevan ke is shyam patal par
Dukh sukh ki rekhayein ankit
Beetay khashanon ki chahal pahal par
Ashru aur muskaan hai sanchit.

Harsh,ullass,pramodse man pulkit
Swachandta jaise vistrit gagan
Viksit pushpon se sab kuch surbhit
Prakriti ka antheen,aseem spandan.

Madhur smriti ka anootha indradhanush
Prakashmaan kare har kona man ka
Chetan ho gatishil ban jaaye manushya
Rikt na ho kosh kabhi aise dhan ka.

Chitra bharen hein kitne suramya isme
Vishaad hai ,rudan bhi aur hai vyatha
Mishran hai rangon ka bhinn bhinn jis mein
Anubhutiyon ki hai yeh nirali gatha.

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