तुम आई हो

“खिड़की का परदा हिलता है और लगता है तुम आई हो
जब जब दिल धड़कता है लगता है तुम्ही समायी हो

मेरी सांसो जी गर्मी में, गीतों में ,गजल, तरानो में
नयनों के उमंगो में या उनके घायल क्रंदन में
मेरी मदहोश तरंगों में, रग रग में तुम्ही समाई हो
मेरे ख्वाबो के सावन में तुम रिमझिम बनकर आई हो

नए शहर में जब मैं आया तुम बिन बहुत अकेला था
ख़ुद में मैं था लीं मगर तुम्हरी यादों का मेला था
हर चेहरे में तुमको ढूंढा,भीड़ में ख़ुद को तनहा पाया
एक झलक तुम्हरी मिल जाती, पल पल ताकता आस लगाया

पुरवा की बयार से पूछा, हर मौसम से हाल तुम्हारा
चाँदनी रातों से पूछा, पंछी से पूछा पता तुम्हारा
हर अनजाने चेहरे में तुम्हारी ही तलाश रही
सपनो में तुम आओगी, इतनी बाकी आस रही.

जब भी सुंदर नयनो से मेरी नयने टकराई
बलखाती अठखेलियों वाली,बस तुम ही तो याद आई

भीड़ में तनहा खड़ा हुआ एक मधुर संगीत सुना
मन यूँ चंचल हो बैठा,जैसे की तुमने गया हो

1st क्लास की खिड़की से महिला डब्बा को निहारता हूँ
टिकेट खिड़की की कतारों में पल पल तुमको ढूंढ़ता हूँ
एक दिन यु बस में बैठा,एक भीनी सुगंध हवा ने लायी
आँखे छल छल हो बैठी शायद तुम हो अब आई

internet पर जब भी बैठा तुम्हारा नाम ढूंढ़ता रहा
एक असीम बिश्वास से तुमको ही पूजता रहा
जब भी आँखे उनींदी होती, सपनो को बुलाता हूँ
सपनो में तुम आती हो, अद्भुत सुख में पता हूँ

हर दर्द में खुसी में बस तुमको ही मैं गाता हूँ
जीवन के हर अहसास में तुमको ही निभाता हूँ

इस जीवन का मोल न जानू तुम बिन बहुत अधुरा हूँ
तुम ही मेरा आदि -अंत हो तुमसे ही मैं पुरा हूँ “

(written on: 16 Aug 2008

Completed on: 16 Feb 2009)

Cheers

Holy-Devil

Hero or villain

It’s an additional experience in Mumbai. That day I was going by BEST bus to IIT Powai.The bus was too much crowded as usual.90% of the passengers were ,as it looked, from labor class and were speaking Marathi. I was silent and observing people out there. At the Mulund bus stop a lady, 50 something of age, enetered into the bus.She wore salwar-kamij.She went to driver and asked “Tumne bas kyun nahi roka?” I watched and realized she was desperately waiting for that bus since long time and that frustration was well evident on her face.

“Kyun, Ye tere baap ki bus hai kya..? He said.

“No, ye na mere baap ki hai na tumhare baap ki, Ye government ki bus hai or tumhari ye duty hai ki jahan tumko bus rokna hai wahan bus roko” the decent lady replied.

Parallely the public there started making noise. “Are bhai tum chalo,kyun yese pagal logon ki baton mein aate ho..”. Meanwhile a 25 something guy went to that lady and started hitting and slapping her. He threw her “Chunni”.I was shell shocked. I felt fire in my body. Tears fell down on her cheeks. She was helpless and I felt guilty not reflexing to the situation.

 

After some time the bus conductor heard the incident. He informed the driver. “Kya ? usne yesa kiya ?” asked the driver. Then followed the real drama. He went to that guy and kept hitting, beating, slapping till blood came out from his face. He abused him. “ sala , jo bolna tha unhone mujhe bola , tu mera koun lagta hai, o hindi bolti hai to kya hua, wahi log mumbai or desh ko chalate hain, tum jaise noukar nahi”.

 

I again felt happy but uncomfortable. I went to bed but could not sleep, just kept thinking about that Bus driver.

Was he a bad man, was he a hero? I am still confused …..

 

Regards,

Holy-Devil

Lucky Me

This was the finest day in Mumbai.

No rain..easy entry in local train for Vashi to Kurla and then Big profit as  virtual money in Trading!.

I landed up in Local train with 89% packed (in terms of Packing fraction !).Got place to half stand. One glass of my spectacles surrendered in crowd.I felt sad by losing  Rs. 700 at one go.After 2 station when so many scoundrels left the train, a guy came to me ,all smiling and gave me that GLASS ! GOD must be crazy ! i wondered how come that glass survived when i find hard doing so ?  I smiled and thanked that “NICE HUMAN BEING of Mumbai.These type of species are rare in Mumbai !. You can bet on that !

Human and Trading:

Finance is interesting.Doesn’t require any prior knowledge.You should have sound brain and analytical approach .You would be master.Trading makes you greedy because you are stealing some one’s money virtually and so does others to you.Its addictive and progressive.When you need to hit 8 keys of keyboard withing 10 seconds and it results in Rs. 10,000 you smile.But when you misshit with time lag and loose Rs. 60,000 you feel deserted.Money is always attached to risk and thrill.If you wish to be finance wizard and money maker be a Trader and feel smartness from within !

The Local Train :

As i said travelling by a local train in Mumbai is challenging and adventrous too.You stand by the platform and people will throw you into the train.Remember,never hold any thing as a support,you will get a place to stand in the train minus your hands.

When first time i saw the scene at Kurla station it was horrible/terrible.People thrust in the train like animals ,not caring about others and so accident take place at high frequency.Recently i have observed that a group of folk singers sit in the train and sing. God knows how they manage to get seat but they are really irritating and no one opposes including me..because of the “don’t touch the dirt attitude “.

Few Changes in Me :

Thanks to IIT KGP, i have learnt flexible life style.I sleep at 4 AM and wake up at 9 AM for office and feel fresh even doing so.

# Take bath 2 times a day.

# My eyes are ice cool observing hot babes and their actions.

# Do lots of shopping in the weekends and visit shopping mall for dual purpose.

# Could adjust and befriend with a BENGALI GUY(Its a great achievement because if you are preplanned not to share your space with a BONG ever in you life !.Can’t say the exact reason).

# Could live without watching any MOVIE and **** since 2 months.

# Could enjoy net browsing at NET speed of 19.2 kbps and still do not feel frustrated.

# Could travel 2 hrs in Local train and have no complain against it. Can’t help. Man! you have to travel if you realy wish to manage your life un-expensively in Mumbai.

Cheers,

Holy~Devil

Addicted to life in Mumbai

This is my first affair with “Aamchhi Mumbai”.Love at first sight !. Thats my relationship status . I have heard many times “yaar, mumbai jindagi bana deti hai “.But that always sounded to me fictional.But as soon as i landed here i realized, its not wrong.

Few things i have observed :

1. Girls attitude and their style.Way of presenting themselves.you watch any xyz girl at any point of time,she would look attractive to you doesn’t matter what her  complexion and  figure is and so so.Thats how they maintain !

2. Professionalism in every individual in true sense. “Paisa kamane ke pichhe sab bhagte hain yahan ” !

3. Highest ever auto Rickshaw  fare for me. But hats off to BEST bus service and local trains. Going to every corner is possible.You don’t have to own a car unless you are too elite.Traveling by a local train is a learning experience and a treat to watch for you, if you are new to Mumbai.It will take at least 4 days for you to settle down on this front.But when you are well acquainted with this you will love it.

4.About The company : I get best food of my life, coffee, cold drinks, juice ,snacks and daily 2 times chicken all unlimited and free of cost.Free note book,xerox,printout,Net connection bla bla..and yes ! daily ride in different car to my flat.

Working hours of 10:00 AM till 10:00 PM  sounds hectic but when you get 5 News papers to read, free time to chat, mail, internet browsing and best of business minds then who cares !

you get teachings to make money, to be Karorpati by just playing with others money and free entrepreneurship skills then its worth devoting those hours . Smart people,smart brains,smart thinking,smart life,smart food so its smart me and my company.

5. The Place i live : Kopar khairane, Vashi, Navi Mumbai.

This place is cool.Its Growing and Rising Mumbai ! .Shopping Malls, cool boys and hot gals.

I live at 10th floor. Lift is cool.Its speed is just faster than a crawling and almost dead creature .

But you enter in the flat, open all windows and you get fresh cool breeze coming directly from Arabian Sea. Peep through window and see waves of Arabian Sea.

Well i have 4 flat mates. one is Bengali Dada, he happens to be my room partner ,a good person at heart but emotional creature. You can always miss use him. Girls generally do that to him. But you can’t take out generosity from him.That’s his persona.Yes ! he is good at art and i still feel happily strange that he is attached to me in many ways .He is bong but his expressions are very touching and cool.

Has strong hold on his expression be it art, painting, computers, subjects so and so…

Another is Oriya. A smart fellow with decent outlook. But he is too honest to survive in this damn world full of bullshitter’s ! He has passion for songs and maintains composure .

Another is from Jharkhand. A calculative person with business mind.He relates business to everything. cool !

Another is with similar profile but with family business background.He talks with confidence and has nice future ahead.

One is me ! always a studdd

Rest next time :

My love affair with cricket

Yesterday , i went to Kolkata to watch IPL match between Kolkata knigth riders and mumbai Indians.It was really fantastic experience.Its very much different experience than watching match on TV.They are so animated and informed with statistics .But there it was not easy to catch all movements at a time .Unfortunately camera was not allowed

In IIT KHARAGPUR IPL is super hit like orkut.There would be important exam like end sem but u would prefer watching match.Match streaming and IP are talk of the day.(Thanks to 24hrs. free net facility ).

My love with this game started way back in 1996. I use to be very studious guy who loved text books with no other activity.But my friends used to brought radio in class rooms secretly to get updates. so i got gradually inclined.It was world cup time. I started reading news paper for  sports page and would eagerly watch match between JNV GOPALGANJ team and other teams.I gradually knew about cricket playing nations and players.

Then i started listening to radio for commentary . I just got addicted .I would delay lunch/dinner/breakfast/assignments for that.It was really benifitial as i started loving the game and could understand fast passed English commentary.Even i started playing cricket in my close group of friends with our typical BAT. I hit sixes and fours (don’t laugh,it true).I started playing badminton too. I was very smart player and would beat all my friends. So i dreamt that may be after some time i would get in district level, then state level then selection in national team . So that’s how my affair started with this game.

Really some crazy incidents are worth mentioning :

• When Yuvraj singh made 84 in NAIROBI series i loved his strokes and remember him till today.We brought TV on rent to watch the final.India lost the final. Even we thougth to break TV .but some one came to our rescue . I was so sad, my head started aching, we did not take our dinner. I kept my sad face for almost 4 days.
• In 1999 world cup. I always seat/eat/slept with radio at my ear.I loved South Africa and its players.I got more addicted.Was so sad when SA were not in final. I loved sachin tendulkar and saurav ganguly.
• In 2003 i was very much involved. Watched every match.Read newspaper and editorial. Wrote many things daily. I got inspired the  way India made come back like true fighters . I loved the concept and term ” Team India “. Was ecstatic as  India made to the final. During those days , I was in BOKARO. IIT entrance was near in April.But do hell with that.Bokaro is always a silent town but in those days it seemed, was a city with not a single soul.
• On final day when Zaheer khan’s 1st over started being murdered by Ricky Ponting i felt crying. Then what followed for 50 overs was unforgettable. India batted for chase .wickets kept falling.Every one left TV room.  I kept seating  waiting for some miraculous innings from Sehwag.  When he was gone my dream was gone with billions of cricket worshiping Indians. I cursed team Australia . I did not take dinner . Wrote 5 pages in my diary about loss of India in the final and many finals.
• I compared sachin, Dravid, Sehwag with my chrachter and luck. I felt dejected and at complete loss.
• Got so happy and emotional when India won T20 world cup.I loved arrival of DHONI on Indian cricketing stage.
• Now i am loving IPL and this wonderfull concept of fire work cricket. I loved Maccullum fire works.I am so involved in IPL .And have sad feeling for Deccan, Mumbai , Bangalore.
• One day in dream, i saw Mumbai Indians scored 299 runs. Sachin scored 253. But they are chased by some other team who made 400 its not logical . But it shows our involvment in cricket.
• when saurav ganguly was thrown out of indian team . I felt injustice was done to him. i felt so sad.But dada made come back. I was so happy, inspired with his fighting spirit/determination/inner strength and a true player.
• I loved the way Saurav threw his T-shirt when they won the Final.

Many matches to follow.Many Dramas are to be witnessed. IPL has long way to go and has very bright future ahead for cricket lovers.Many records are to be broken and made.

Truly India is cricket crazy nation.cricket is religion and cricketers are our super star and demo-GODs.Throwing stones on cricketers home would occur. Banning Saurav would sadden us.His strong come back will inspire us. I love India. I  love cricket and hope that  Team India would be World cup winner some day.My love affair with cricket will remain for ever.Cheers to India , a great nation, a cricket crazy nation.

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प्रेरणादायक कविताये

जब नाव जल में छोड़ दी
तूफ़ान ही में मोड़ दी
दे दी चुनौती सिंधु को
फ़िर धार क्या मझधार क्या ??

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वह प्रदीप जो दिख रहा है
झिलमिल दूर नही है
थक कर बैठ गए क्यों भाई
मंजिल दूर नही है .

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जो बीत गई सो बात गई
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
जो डूब गया सो डूब गया
अम्बर के आनन को देखो
क्या अनगिन टूटे तारो पर
कब अम्बर शोक मनाता है

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खोता कुछ भी नही यहा पर
केवल जिल्द बदलती पोथी
जैसे रात उतर चांदनी
पहने सुबह धुप की धोती .

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यह अरण्य झुरमुट जो काटे, अपनी राह बना ले
कृतदास यह नही किसी का जो चाहे अपना ले
जीवन उनका नही उधिस्थिर जो उससे डरते हैं
ओ उनका जो चरण रोप निर्भय होकर लड़ते हैं .

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सूरज हूँ जिंदगी की रमक छोड़ जाऊंगा
मैं डूब भी गया तो सबक छोड़ जाऊंगा

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कोिशश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती.

नन्हीं चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर, सौ बार फिसलती है.
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना, गिरकर चढ़ना न अखरता है.
आख़िर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती.

डुबकियां सिंधु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा जा कर खाली हाथ लौटकर आता है.
मिलते नहीं सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में.
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती.

असफलता एक चुनौती है, इसे स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गई, देखो और सुधार करो.
जब तक न सफल हो, नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्श का मैदान छोड़ कर मत भागो तुम.
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जय कार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती.

->By Harivansh Rai Bachchan

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Patel Hall-DTE(IIT Kharagpur): Lovely memories

When i came to Patel Hall (famous for its terror in IIT Kharagpur) i never realized that it would give me never lasting memories.And then in wing DTE-known as D top east.Here i stayed for 3 years.We did loads of masti and fun.Now it feels that these 2 years were very short .Alas..!! i could have more years to spend here.

an example of our wing activities

Many types of activities :Fun and masti

Patel Hall : Once a Patelian always a Patelian

our PURI TRIP : Memorable journey

These symbols/Logos define us

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I am putting a short write up on our lovely wing DTE.

To recollect the past two years in DTE is nothing less than a journey. This has been a place which has housed 13 souls who have been extensively apart in their deportment and other aspects yet have been so very together throughout this period. When they joined hands together to come to DTE, there was nothing but promises of the marvelous days to look forward to. And beyond any sort of dubiety, it can be declared that the days spent here have given a lot to look back to for all the 13 souls who have inhabited this place.

Let us list some of the memorable things achieved in this wing:

• The “mid-wing conferences” on the cot in front of Sumit’s room…

• The Puri Trip in 3^rd year winter…

• No dearth of photography sessions – camera in every room or the other…
  

• The “HP-wing”…

• Golu’s Anime affairs, much to the frustration of others…

• The gult songs blowing full volume in three rooms…

• The “watery” GPLs on birthdays…

• Mandal da’s endless funda sessions…

• The mega Job treats…

• The wonderful moments when the wing was painted with lovely caricatures and quotes…

• The highly acclaimed wing-treats to juniors and Hall mates at the end of it all…

Now a short sketch of all the souls:

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Arun Kumar Bharti: “Thakur ” is as well known from his Hindi poems as for his penchant for Bhojpuri songs. Has managed to maintain his short and round figure over the years. Finds little time away from Orkut and Hindi movies to come out of the room. Marathe’s biggest nemesis… some words are better not said here! Thanks to him, “some websites” have become really famous!.

He has the most valuable and best collection of IIT Kharagpur’s “ANMOL KHAJANA”.Many come to him to only get that.

Sridhar Bollam: First and foremost his “pic-kels.” And then his gult songs and movies. His tense-sense in Hindi is so very interesting. Hall Days are busy days for him because he has to welcome so many of his “sisters.” The Fine-Arts secy of one time, was largely instrumental in giving the wing a new look as people pass out of here. His CGPA is an envy of many others, yet is not found to be a persistent mugger. His latest “Taklu” avatar has been an instant hit! He seems to have perfected the art of imperfect walking.

Aditya Marathe: In his room, one can find over 20 items of toiletries, specifically perfumes and deos. Controlling his hair from falling is his biggest headache. His day begins with the “Call” and there are many more to follow throughout the day. He was one of those reporters who bring you the Scholars’ Avenue every fortnight. Has began a new portal of his own and every update on his blog is accompanied by a mail to all.

Abhinav Sarkar: This spherical entity has continued to remain a child over the years. When the world is busy watching all the new movies and series, he is happy downloading and watching the Japanese anime and listening to Japanese songs. Even bought a Japanese-learning book but God only knows whether he made any progress with that. A misfit into Mechanical Engineering spends most of his time in some weird coding. His fundae are mostly of use to himself, but he loses no time in pouring them out. All in all he is the complete source of entertainment for the whole wing.

Vajrapu Sai Kiran: You might have seen weightlifters and bodybuilders busy in workouts with weights of different magnitude.This guy is gonna put all of them to shame.The amount of weight he can lift upon himself and the magnitude of load he can incorporate into his life has been a marvel to watch.He was nicked Saiki(psychie) to soothe the mouths of all calling his name forth and he left no stone unturned to prove the real character concealed within his nick.But as enthusiastic he has been in being loaded himself he was an omnipresent character in taking the loads of others too.

Sumit Kumar: The ubiquitous face of Patel as our entire juniors may call him. Inside the very roads of DTE, to his room, be it inside, outside or the very tempting cot lying outside his doorstep, he has been a centre for countless babbles and discussions .Very particular about tr8s and making sure he misses none, leave apart his duels or coupling stories with the sphere of D-304 which will be moments to recapitulate or a saga to ponder. Quite unpredictable he has been pertaining to the outburst of reactions upon any issue, his moods swaying from a patient listener to that of an aggressive defender… but he has been through everything.

K. Vamshi Krishna: The literal symbol of terror he used to be when a somewhat strange duty of waking up the athletics team by the light of dawn was his primary duty.Over the days that passed his terror image gaining prominence in different aspects.. the infinite mercy pleas showered on him during the birthday GPLs for lessening the magnitude of his CHAPPAL attack..VAMSHI please nooo.. VAMSHI nahiiii.. who can forget that?..He remains our BUMPY raa..

Shreyas A. Karkhedkar: With a gaping mouth and an invisible question mark haunting his brows he remains the unique HALOOO…. of a different kind…his ability of tempo or yellings have been increasing and so has been his mercurial moodswings.. doesn’t feel cold at all…if thr’s a single fan that is in action during peak shivering winter… it is inside D-308 with the sleeping Shreyas inside.. continues to possess a great appetite for FOSTERS, sutta and the reverberating sound of bullets…but who can forget the tag of his dept.. the one that keeps throwing assignments every now and then leaving behind endless hours of coding

Arupendu Bayen:The smiling BHISTA and not windows vista.. a genious brain of ECE and still continues to possess woes from the dept itself….extremely gullible and yet ready to dedicate himself at a single call whatever issue be it.. his lucky number is 3… as som1 said..” teen tigaada kaam bigaada”.. he very well acknowledges this number 3 having some special importance in his life..

Rohit Kumar: He is the smiling face of our wing. He is one guy who seldom takes load about any thing. You can mostly find him in Bayen’s room or Golu’s. He has acquired many nick names like Chomu and Jhapoo. Good at heart and maggu at studies, is always busy discussing some arbit coding and programming stuffz with Golu and people. God (Bhagwan) loves him a lot and is a frequent visitor to his room.

Arnab Saha Mandal: Call him Mandal, or Mandalda, he is the one man face of Patel Hall. Be it maintenance or mess, be it treats or politics, Mandal does it all. Mandalda is perhaps the only person in the hall who is famous or infamous amongst all batches of hall residents. Starting from his famous OP incidences, to his term as the GSec Mess, to his anecdotes from Down Under, Mandalda simply ROXXXX. His love for cigarettes, cigars and daaru has finally given way to the other gender. Mandal da now enjoys a very amicable position in Patel Hall and whoever needs any kind of funda, lands up first at D-311.

Rupesh Kumar: Ardent swimmer and a complete athlete, Rupesh is a total maggu deep inside. Maintains a low profile of himself but gives a whole hearted participation in all activities, be they for the hall or for the wing. He can be spotted in the wing mostly wearing a trademark ‘Rupa’ banyan and underwear. He belongs to one of the rare breeds of people who don’t eat non vegetarian food but drink alcohol! One can find huge ships in his room, on wall or on the table, drawings and assignments always fill his room. Finally it all comes down to: ‘Jo bhi ho, magna hai…’

Vardhi Naveen: He stays in hibernation throughout the semester. Wakes up only when it ends. Amongst the first people on campus to run Ubuntu on their computers full time, he is often turned up to for any Ubuntu Troubleshooting. He is also called Sutta Mama and belongs to the elite smoke group together with Mandalda and Hallooo. Incidentally he also belongs to the Gult Movie and Songs Fans Club.

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कुछ लघु कवितायें

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प्रेम निमंत्रण

यह प्रेम निमंत्रण करता हूँ
ये सजनी तुम स्वीकार करो
पनघट को छोड़ राधा आवो
इस मुरारी से श्रृंगार करो
इस प्रेम पुंज की लौ को आवो
हम मिलकर कुछ तेज करें
यह प्रेम दिवस है आवो
हम मिलकर प्रेम अनंत हरें.

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रूप रंग

इन्द्रधनुष ने सातों रंग दीए
चंदन ने सुगंध दी देह को
और परियों सा रूप लिए
मेरी महबूबा जमीं पर आई
ऐसा रूप जिसे देख कर
ना जाने कितने कलमें पढ़ दीए जायें
फ़िर भी न जाने क्यों ऐसा लगता है
जैसे बात अभी अधूरी है ….

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मेरा चरित्र

यह चरित्र है मेरा कलंक में सना
न जाने कौन से मिटटी से मैं बना
हर बार सोचता हूँ अब पाक हो जाऊँ
पागल उस ने बनाया कैसे मैं सजाऊं
वो माफ़ करदे मुझको तक़दीर बदल लूँ
कालिख में पुती ये तस्वीर बदल लूँ

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That Weak and Thin Girl

I always analyze myself.I give a thought everytime i go to bed that what i have done today is right or wrong..??? the job i did is right or wrong..??? and i always try to find the answers.i feel enthusiatic doing this analysis but some time regret doing that and feel guilty.this is how, i am very balanced and am fully responsible for my deeds….!

I read TOI (Times of India).I am not advertising rather suggesting that everybody must read a newspaper.It will keep you attached to the nooks-corners of this damn world .vocabullary building,improved literature,time pass,movie review are the benefits you can get by doing just this little thing .

It had an article about confessions of women who were ditched,love-mourned by their spouses.These were strong,professional,modern,upperclass houswives,media personnel and so so.They had gone to realization of prism of relationship.They now know how bad the color of rainbow is when love-lorn are ditched.These are blessed one but they also suffer.some said you are fortunate if you have never been in any relationship.

They are also feared,traumetised,insecured.they say that we are weak.just think if this is the situation with them then how in this world were ship-herd like women who are illiterate wolud be behaved.Just thinking about this your spine will be chilled to horror of experiences .!!!

They have faced the truth staring into their face.they are couragious,still they are physically, mentaly,emotionaly harashed.how could these world-awared ladies can allow someone to let them abuse for years..???.

strange..!!! they do because they are weak.they are helpless.they can climb the ladder of success again and again but at the end they are living at the mercy of these scoundrals called “male” and male based world.I cursed GOD who made these vultures.They are single again status women cursing their life and relationship..!

In IITs so called females are very few to count.so called because they are biological female not in looks,in manners,dresses and attitudes.If you happen to be stranger and land up in IIT campus you will find this race.Go to social gathering places like canteen,cafeteria and to your upmost strange a girl would be standing beside you in a pair of trousers,goggles,skin tight T-shirts,boby hair cutt,no curves and you would be counfused by her aroma to say least that its a boy or girl..???

so i am lucky that a few of these species are my batchmate.when i came in IIT i would fantacise that aahh !! i would have lab partner,romance,going movies,chatting with them,dream date but GOD you are so unkind to us.

One day she was sitting on 1st row bench and i on second.Then came my huge batchmate.He is so macho-look guy .He sat beside her but maintaining proper distance as much was possible.

I was watching both of them.Girl who has average look,thin hands,very thin and small body length .on the other hand the guy is almost double her size,triple in thickness of hand and macho look.

I thought suppose he says to her “oye…ugly bitch get off from here and go to hell”.

what she would say..???is it her mistake that she is weak..???.she has no control on the way she is made.so why should she suffer.???she can’t slap that guy because she is weak.she can’t abuse him because she could be stolen rather stripped off with her modesty by that beast.so she is destinned to be abused and traumetised.she is helpless.God has made her like that.

Just thinking that i cursed the GOD.

When ever i read a news about a girl being raped,physically abused,slapped,her face burned by throwing acid on her face i cry and cry…I curse GOD who has cursed these women.

if some idiot has fallen in love or lust and girl doesn’t reciprocate then he rapes her,throw acid on her face or even can go to the extreme of murdering her.is it girl’s mistake that she is girl..????

i say no .this is curse of GOD.GOD is so biased.why dont he makes the girls same powerful as boys are.Why only women can give birth to kids..?? why they only can be impregnanted..??? why they are so weak and classical..??? all these question are there to be answered…!!!

GOD you are so unsympathetic and biased. What is your intension..??? Just tell me .I will never curse you.
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This is not an end to this subject.Thousands of question are still to be answered which are whirling in my mind.I have many stories of women and girls to share with you ,to throw light on this gender.God please empower me,give me strength to realize their trauma,fear,abuse and pay my tribute.

Till then bye.
Hoping to be back.Have nice and critical reading.

मेरी माँ की ममता

मेरी माँ की ममता
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वही मेरी जिंदगी हैं, वही मेरा आशियाना हैं
उनके बिना कैसा जीना कैसा मर जाना है
दीपक की तरह जलती है वो, रौशन होता है मेरा जहाँ
वही है मेरी धरती, वही है मेरा आस्मान
उनके जलने से रौशन होता हूँ मैं
उनके सुगंध से महकता हूँ मैं
उनको पौधा ख़ुद को फूल कहता हूँ मैं

अब यही एक आस है कुछ कर दिखाना है
उनके लिए बहुत जी लिया अब मर दिखाना है

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