Another post after a long gap.Sometimes even when one doesnt have any work,the sense of being busy takes a toll...Anyways,this piece owes its creation to TIME,the only constant in this ever changing world ...

WAQT!!!

Suntaa aayaa hoon sadaa se samay badal rahaa hai,

Aaj ka waqt kal ke waqt se tez chal rahaa hai.

Maantaa hoon kuch had tak main bhi is tathya ko,

Par ye raftaar nahin,bas dishaa hi to badal rahaa hai…

Agar badal raha hai waqt to kya khaami hai isme,

Parivartan bhi to hum prakriti ka hi ek niyam maante hain.

Aur chaliye maan bhi lein ki ye anetik hai,

To aadmi se badalne ki safaai kyun nahin manngte hain…

Kitnaa bhi badlaav aa gayaa ho waqt main magar,

Kam se kam nayaa waqt puraane waqt ko kostaa to nahin hai.

Aur na hi karta hai wo use laanchit purvagraho ke kaaran,

Apni galtiyaan chupaane ki khaatir unhe thoptaa to nahin hai…

Aadmiyat ke put se waqt ne khud ko bachaa rakha hai.

Aur door hai wo sabhi saamaajik kuritiyo se

Kya hua agar anishchit hai chalan waqt ka.

Chaltaa to nahin hai apnee chadma neetiyon se...

Nahi main nahin badalne doonga waqt ki is dhaara ko,

Ye kolahal mujhe neerav se kahin adhik pyaara hai.

Jeevan ki maujo ke ijtiraab main,

Yahi to ek shaant sthir kinaaraa hai…

(Aur main waqt ka sachha saathi ban gaya…)

A Poem on Bombay, from Adil Jussawalla

Sea Breeze, Bombay

Partition's people stitched
Shrouds from a flag, gentlemen scissored Sindh.
An opened people, fraying across the cut
country re-knotted themselves on this island.

Surrogate city of banks,
Brokering and bays, refugees' harbour and port,
Gatherer of ends whose brick beginnings work
Loose like a skin, spotting the coast,

Restore us to fire. New refugees,
Wearing blood-red wool in the worst heat,
come from Tibet, scanning the sea from the north,
Dazed, holes in their cracked feet.

Restore us to fire. Still,
Communities tear and re-form; and still, a breeze,
Cooling our garrulous evenings, investigates nothing,
Ruffles no tempers, uncovers no root,

And settles no one adrift of the mainland's histories.

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This reminds me of another prose,this time in Hindi;

मुम्बई शहर मे बस एक गम है...हर घर मे एक कमरा कम है...

I found this poem long back on net. I myself am not very apt at writing romantic prose and thus try to find solace in other's writings.

"याद किसी की गीत बन गई ! "

कितना अलबेला सा लगता था, मुझे तुम्हारा हर सपना
साकार बनाने से पहले , क्यों फेरा प्रेयसी मुख अपना
तुम थी कितनी दूर और मैं, नगरी के उस पार खङा था
अरुण कपोलों पर काली सी, दो पलकों का जाल पङा था
अब तुम ही अनचाहे मन से अंतर का संगीत बन गई ।

याद किसी की गीत बन गई !

उस दिन हंसता चांद और तुम , झांक रही छत से मदमाती
आंख मिचौनी सी करती थीं, लट संभालती नयन घुमाती
कसे हुए अंगों में झीने, पट का बंधन भार हो उठा
और तुम्हारी पायल से, मुखरित मेरा संसार हो उठा
सचमुच वह चितवन तो मेरे, अंतर्तम का मीत बन गई ।

याद किसी की गीत बन गई !

तुम ने जो कुछ दिया आज वह मेरा पंथ प्रवाह बना है
आज थके नयनों में पिघला, आंसू मन की दाह बना है
अब न शलभ की पुलक प्रतीक्षा, और न जलने की अभिलाषा
सांसों के बोझिल बंधन में, बंधी अधूरी सी परिभाषा
लेकिन यह तारों की तङपन, धङकन की चिर प्रीत बन गई ।

याद किसी की गीत बन गई !

This poem was jotted down by me in year 2001 on Christmas Eve. That was precisely the period when I was in the process of internal restructuring. This piece oozed out from the vent somewhere deep inside.

Par kaise na dekhoon…

Kehte hain sab palatkar na dekho,

Palatkar dekhne se raftaar mand pad jaati hai.

Par kaise na dekhoon palatakar apne ateet ko main,

Jab beete hue kal ki har smriti mujhe sukhad najar aati hai …

Dekhtaa hoon palatakar jab apne ateet ko main,

Har ehsaas main nayee umang pratibimbit dekhai padti hai.

Bichde saathi yaad aate hain,

Wo hasee thitholiyaan man main unmukt vicharti hain.

Aur haan,naye taaron ke ubharne se,

Puraane taaron ki chamak nahi kho jaati hai...

Par kaise na dekhoon...

Sochta hoon kabhi akelepan main ,

Kitne ache hua karte the wo din.

Jab “kuch” paane ke liye “bahut kuch” nahin khona padta tha.

Aur apni aas paas ki hawaaon se bekhabar,

Main bas safalta ki prateekhsha kiya karta tha.

Svikaarya nahin hai sach par shayad,

Aankhein moond ke chalne se kabhi kabhi pagdandiyaan badal jaati hain.

Par kaise…

Aasaan bahut hai kosnaa apne-aap ko,

Hameshaa se bas yehi to kartaa aayaa hoon.

Puraani vismratiyon ko yaad kar-kar ke,

Aaj ko kal main badalne ki vidhi hi seekh payaa hoon.

Shayad ab ye samajhne ka waqt aa gaya hai ki,

Sansaar ki har kitaab "karma" ki mahatta hi sikhaati hai.

Par kaise na dekhoon…

Ramya,Prabha,Me

This has been my first Post in past 2 months, so let it be there for me only. The creation is by my all time favorite Dushyant Kumar.

हो गई है पीर पर्वत-सी पिघलनी चाहिए,
इस हिमालय से कोई गंगा निकलनी चाहिए।

आज यह दीवार, परदों की तरह हिलने लगी,
शर्त लेकिन थी कि ये बुनियाद हिलनी चाहिए।

हर सड़क पर, हर गली में, हर नगर, हर गाँव में,
हाथ लहराते हुए हर लाश चलनी चाहिए।

सिर्फ हंगामा खड़ा करना मेरा मकसद नहीं,
सारी कोशिश है कि ये सूरत बदलनी चाहिए।

मेरे सीने में नहीं तो तेरे सीने में सही,
हो कहीं भी आग, लेकिन आग जलनी चाहिए।

An excerpt from some other blog...

Netaji : A coward?

His followers are trying their level best to prove he did not die in a plane crash in Taiwan on that fatal day of August 18^th, 1945.

In school I was taught that he was a freedom fighter and he died for the country. But today Netaji’s own followers are telling me that he ran away to Russia, which means he was a coward. His followers are also accusing the government of suppressing the truth. If I am not mistaken the govt and Netaji did not get along well, but in spite of their differences, they gave him the stature of a freedom fighter and not of a coward. If Netaji did not die in that crash, what the hell will the Government get by saying that he did?

If his followers had little grey matter in their heads, they should have tried to prove that the English killed Netaji because they thought he was a threat to them, but NO, they want the world to know that Netaji, knew he could not do anything for India and hence faked his own death so that he could lead a peaceful life.

Till now, I considered Nejati Bose to be a freedom fighter, but today I am in two minds.

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MANU SPEAKS !!!

I found this on one of the blogs so felt like commenting upon...Sometimes I really feel that more of Indian History should be taught to the primary students.Even here at SIMSR not many people are aware of those who took part in freedom struggle.Probably our heroes have changed...Our perview is not the same any more.It all starts from the closing call of SENSEX and ends at Budgetry declaraions regarding making more n more of money...Probably m not able to catch up wid ya...

Anyways,I did the best I could do by replying on the post...so just pasting wat I thought was due...

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MY REPLY TO THE BLOGGER...

My dear,

I understand that u r feeling a sense of dilemma but thn I would advise u to trust ur senses rather thn believe blindly wat others say.A person would not quit ICS and join freedom struggle as to run away one day,he wouldnot take opposite stand of some of the reverred Gods of that era just to end up making fun of himself...He strived hard to change the course of history...and he did in a way..if u knw a bit about Shaheed and Swaraj islands...He did stir the nation,if u knw anything about Red fort Trials....Just a request to followers also to study atleast a bit of primary level history before commenting upon wat is a matter of pride for many who call themselves Indians...

Just back after watching "Being Cyrus"...Liked the movie but if u ask me wat was that which made me like it,probably I wont have any answer.I didnt find the story new and path breaking,songs were not there to be hummed,even the presence of Naseerji was not nerve tingling...Wat was it thn...

Yah,I knw...it was sheer camera work which I admired...It was so very unconventional,so very raw...as if a kid was holding the camera tray n moving it haphazardly in all directions...bringing into it beauty of being naive,skilless...yes...This is wat I liked in movie ...And not to forget the biking which I had on my way back...Memories refreshed...

Ya I knw,Long time na!Exams,work load,blah blah blah..ok got it.I was just being lazy.Lazy enough to be termed as 'sleeping hunk' by Meetu,my sis (alas,she has a caustic sense of humour and cruel smile,atleast for me).Awz,finally I am all set to jot down my turbulent cerebral scintillations.

Hmm,lets see.I intended to write something else but probably that can wait for one more day.So let me craft watever I can at the moment.

A few years back,I was skimming through the leaves of one of my dad's nicely maintained diaries when 2 b'ful couplets of Dushyant Kumar got hold of my attention.I versed them 'coz of their sincerity and exactness.I wondered if they make sense to me only or are they universally applicable to human race,provided its capability to comprehend and tenacity to adapt.

One of the couplet goes as;

"Hamne tamaam umar akele safar kiya,
Hum par kisi khuda ki inayat nahin rahi.
Himmat se sach kaho to bura maante hain log,
Ro-ro ke baat kehne ki aadat nahin rahi."

I have always appreciated the relevance of these lines and many a times have even stuck to the literal meaning,though that came out of my stubborness to do right things in right fashion.Me and my HBTI friends have gone through a lot 'coz of this stupid behaviour of mine and I still owe them my gratitude for still being wid me always.Probably despite of being rigid at head,I was never rigid at heart.Probably...

Here at SIMSR,this is one difference I have observed.People expect u to change in tune wid them,however discordant it may be.As my bhaiya used to put it-"MBA is one good thing which will enable you to see the world in new light;but trust me Manu,u not going to love the world u see."At that time I was pretty unaccomodating to watever he said and I just kept mum.Today,I can feel the force behind his words right onto my chest.I really am not loving the world I see.I really am not getting accustomed to the environment of distrust,ego and expectations around me.And should I acually strive to let my life set its vortex according to what 'others' feel about me and want me to do.Probably not.Probably,its all about how much value 'U' attach to the person.But wasnt it earlier too.Hmm...Mabe,gotta think over it.

I do need to think,and I do need to get rid of this clog inside my mind.This is not a perfect example of Noah evolving.It is not for sure.

MATHERAN:Excursion Jan 26/27

When everybody was planning to go to IIM-A Chaos,some naive souls were chalking out plans to go to some place where they could find peace...stillness...bliss.Then suddenly Ritesh dost came up with the idea of going to Matheran and we jumped at the prospect of having fun of our kind in the holidays.Just needed to pack our small bags (lo!Prabha dsnt even care to bring tht...poor Ritesh carrying all her stuff,including 2 pair of shoes)and chk out the world outside SIMSR.
Matheran we discovered : Matheran is a picturesque hill-station 80-km east of Mumbai. Hugh Pointz Mallet, the collector of Thane, discovered this hill station in May 1950. This hill station is a haven for visitors escaping Mumbai's humidity.Situated at an attitude of 2,500 feet and with sylvan green surroundings, the beckoning silence of the woods and the serene surroundings of this hill station are quite inviting The silence of the woods is broken only by the pranks of the mischievous monkey's who are found in abundance and they try to attract the attention of the visitor's for small tit-bits to fill their bellies, sometimes to the point of greediness.And in Prabha they found a true friend and mentor,while me with Ritesh,Prabha and Priyanka were playing our part as tormentors.
The most enjoyable leg of the jorney was when we were on our way back from Sunset Point.Sun had already retired to its abode behind imposing hill fronts and we were on our way back from our second point of the day.It was very dark thr and we lost our way as was expected.But we all were having so much of fun,singing and making loud noises that the thought didnt occur to us.When it occured ,a chill went down our spine.We could make it out that we were on wrong path but not sure of which path to take.Thnx to the local couple we met at that instant,we came out of the woods,safe and still in the best of our spirits.
Taking every aspect of the trip into account,it was one experience which I would never ever forget in my lifetime.As Ritesh put it very rightly,We indeed have brought some extra baggage with us;a bundle of sweet memories which would stay for long;for ever, as if having fragrance of friendship and zeal in its doth.
I on the other hand can just think of aeon old couplet of Ghalib;
Sair kar duniya ki gaafil,
Zindgaani phir kahan.
Zindgaani gar rahi to;
Nauzawaani phir kahaan.

THE CLASS : PG-A,SIMSR

Hi again,
Just jotting down a poem which I had written long back in my UG first year.

O Luck!Donot Turn On Again!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O luck!fix your ears onto me now,
I'm sending a plea your way;
For a very long time you have not bestowed on me,
those old memoirs old'n gay.

It's been an era I felt your tender touch,
and relished the wishes fulfilled by your magical wand;
Am I no more that lucky as I used to be,
when time was always found to be in my stands.

Ha!I know,you're hallucination,you're mirage,
you're like a person who only proclaims;
You're an ammunition for those who are self-handicapped.
and are afraid of taking on the blames.

So!you are leaving,pl'z grant me one last wish,
I've spent much of my life in your wait but in vain;
You have always taken something from me instead of giving,
now i'm ready to live without you so pl'z donot turn on again.

The poem can be read online as well on http://www.poetry.com/ by searching for my name

"Madiralaya jane Ko Ghar se Chalta hai Peene wala.
Kis path se jaoon asmanjas main hai woh bholabhala.
Alag alag path batlate sab,par main yeh batlata hoon.
Raah pakad tu ek chalachal,Pa jayega Madhushala."

Finally got hold of my laptop.Its been long since I touched its pad.Luv it.Awz,my laptop being back,I was now able to again go through 'MADHUSHALA; by Late Sh Harivansha Rai Bachhan.An awesome book it is undoubtedly but the best attribute it carries with itself is its capability to connect the reader with fictitious things like-SAKI,MADHUSHALA,MADIRALAYA,HALA etc.Madhushala is not a book containing couplets with nice rhyming words,its an anthology of feelings,of true and touching emotions.As the reader starts going through its leaves,expecting gross use of literary manipulations of simple words,he is amazed to find the stages of life getting unfolded in front of him.The book covers all the stages of a person's life right from his birth till the moment when fatal gaze of YAMA-God of Death,falls upon him.

The birth of a child is penned down as;

"Bas aa pahunche door nahin ab chaar kadam bas chalna hai
Chahak uthe sab peene waale, chahak rahi hai madhushaala"

And arrival of death as;

"Yam aayega Saaqi bankar Saath liye Kaali Haala
Pee na hosh mein phir aayega Sura Visudh ye matwaala
Yeh antim behoshi, Antim Saaqi Antim Pyaala Hai
Pathik Pyaar se peena isko Phir na milegi madhushaala"

No,for those who think that such books are just another philosophical gimmic as an attempt to make their own mark,this book would be a big dissapointment.It contains couplets which carry realistic weights wid thm and have social contexts as well.Following lines are amngst my favs in the book

"Musalmaan aur hindu hain do Ek magar unka pyaala
Bair badhaate masjid-mandir Mel karaati madhushaala"

To end the post,I would just quote another of Bachhanji's prose,

"Kisi jagah ki mitti bheege Tripti mujhe mil jaayegi
Tarpan Arpan karna mera Padh Padh kar ke Madhushaala"

Hail thy poets...Hail thy poetry...

Life is easy...is it?Well I wish Kaushik,Tomar,Swami and all could hear me saying this.Hey dudes...Its me ..and now I have learn to take life in my strides.I m now kinda person u had luvd me to be;not so rigid...not so ethical.Last year when I was at home all d time,I spent an aeon just thinking over this facet of mine.I came to terms with the fact tht I indeed was not all correct everytime.U ppl were.

Awz,this all came from the talk I was having with one of the friends here at SIMSR.I was just explaining to her how life's every turn,every move has some logical bearing.And probably its rite too.Life is simple...and logical...When I now look at at the events that have made me a person I m,logic behind each n every happening can be traced.Just Etg...

Closing the chapter-Dipankar way;

"Meri Jndgi ki Kitaab ka har panna kehta tha- kuch aur likh...kuch aur likh.
Maine har panne pe manjil likha..."

Life is moving fast...real fast...It has always been a roller coaster ride for me, courtesy the way I live it;shackled in a sense but probably thts the way I like it.If joining HBTI was a spontaneous decision,coming to SIMSR was eventuality:contrast;life again.I rightly said to Prabha moments back,Its like a Prism.

Had a long discussion over the way we live and the way we think wid two of the closest frends.It was after sucha long time I was actually putting across what I meant to pertaining to my philosophy(!).I still miss the kinda discussions me and Swami used to have.Those were some real good moments spent gettin acquainted with the various facets of life.Miss u ppl.Wish could have u back here wid me...Dev,Satya,Kaushik,Swami,Boss,Shesh,Ash,Bhaiji,Vardhan,Swapnil,
Tomar,Manish,Veeru and others. Miss ya.

1 day rejuvenation leave after Exams!Wow...Sometimes I really love this Institute...
But now the only thing we all can see is The Big week,The Placement week from Jan 12 th to Jan 19th.With 60 companies on the list and 280 souls making full use of every available minute at their disposal, in order to please all known/unknown dieties (33 Crore they say....Hmm...),high adrenaline flow is guaranteed.
Just keeping my fingers crossed!
Over n Out.

Exams Over ! A week long endurance test.Spending sleepless nights speculating over the pattern and content of the questions and wishing like anything that the paper would not take out the already hard-to-get breath off our body..All said and done,its fun to behave differently.:-)
The only problem is tht now feeling a kinda vaccuum.What to take up now to keep myself occupied!!!