Thursday, April 4, 2013

Virtual World...काल्पनिक संसार...



काल्पनिक संसार का अपना अलग ही महत्व है। कुछ सुखद तो कुछ दुखदायी! हर किसी की अपनी दुनिया है लेकिन एक दुसरे के इतने समीप के मानो एक ही दुनिया में विलीन हों। कभी-कभी ऐसा प्रतीत होता है ये संसार, परिकल्पना से परे, वास्तविक रूप में हो किन्तु, अगले ही पल आभास होता है, ये सब एक वैचारिक संरचना से अधिक और कुछ नहीं, कोई अस्तित्व नहीं! यद्यपि इस निर्मित संसार की हर एक कड़ी (यहाँ पर ट्विटर के फ़ौलोवर्स), निश्चित रूप से हर दुसरी कड़ी को प्रभावित करते है, एक के सुखद-दुखद पल, दुसरे प्राणी के ऊपर प्रत्यक्ष रूप से प्रभाव छोड़ते हैं। किसी की एक मुस्कान, किसी और के लिए हँसी का कारण बनती है तो कभी एक के ललाट की रेखायें, दुसरे के लिए दुखदायी। 


विचित्र है!


किन्तु यथार्थ भी!

Friday, March 8, 2013

Women's Day...




Women's Day! 

Seems so great to say it. Truly, a respect being paid to women, that too, globally. Feels so good about celebrating and each of us leaving no opportunity, un-availed to wish in the most creative way. We, remembering women in all their roles they play in our lives and making it so awesome, be it Mother, Daughter, Sister, Wife etc.

It, somehow reminds me of other ONE-DAY celebrations like Hindi Diwas (Hindi Day / हिंदी दिवस) where we remember the day and celebrate as if it matters a lot to us. Now that’s kind of joke. First question comes to my mind: What about other days? Both, hindi-diwas and women’s day have one thing in common and that is deserving respect and value to both, all days. This kind of celebration shows the extinction of values (usage value and moral value, respectively).

Coming back to Women and their day, if I look closely, what it means to us is, celebrating the relations with female species in the society, only. A particular day, doesn’t change Man’s attitude towards Woman/Women. They still are considered as an entertaining tangible item, unfortunately. Still, women who are not related to us, we treat the same way, regardless of the day, their role in society.
To add on, this change is certainly not achievable, single handedly. Both men and women need to put their efforts, equally. Men need to change their attitude and women need to stop letting them discriminated. Unfortunate it is however a fact, that women also play a vital role in this inequality to happen. Being women, there are so many examples around us which could strengthen this opinion. We all have seen, they have utilized their “being-women” to their advantage.

Let this be erased from the mindset and history, forever!  

“ ढोल, पशु, शूद्र और नारी ... ये सब ताड़न के अधिकारी”.

This mentality needs to change! 



When this CHANGE happens, then it would be true women’s day though I would be happy to abolish this day as this respect is need of every moment and should come from within and not limited to one day.



Thursday, February 21, 2013

Death of Humanity...



Death of Humanity (Saal-e-DoHazaar): 

ﺳﺎﻝ ﺳﻘﻮﻁ,ﺳﺎﻝ ﻓﺮﺍﺭ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﮔﺮﯾﺰ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ
ﻋﺼﺮ ﺷﮑﻔﺘﻦ ﻓﻠﺰ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺩﻭ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﺳﻘﻮﻁ ﻋﺎﻃﻔﻪ
ﺗﺎ ﺑﯽ ﻧﻬﺎﯾﺖ ﺯﯾﺮ ﺻﻔﺮ
ﻧﻬﺎﯾﺖ ﻣﻌﺮﺍﺝ ﺫﻫﻦ
ﺍﻧﺪﯾﺸﻪ ﯼ ﺗﻔﺴﯿﺮ ﺻﻔﺮ
ﺗﻮ ﺫﻫﻦ ﻣﺎﺷﯿﻨﻬﺎﯼ ﺳﺮﺩ
ﻣﻌﻨﺎﯼ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﺍﺣﺘﯿﺎﺝ
ﺭﻭﯼ ﻧﻮﺍﺭ ﺣﺎﻓﻈﻪ
ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﯾﻪ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺑﯽ ﻋﻼﺝ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﺑﻪ ﺑﻦ ﺑﺴﺖ ﺭﺳﯿﺪﻥ
ﭘﻨﺠﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻥ
ﺍﺯ ﻣﻌﻨﻮﯾﺖ ﮔﻢ ﺷﺪﻥ
ﺗﻦ ﺑﻪ ﻏﺮﯾﺰﻩ ﺑﺨﺸﯿﺪﻥ
ﻗﺒﯿﻠﻪ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﯾﻪ ﻧﻔﺮ
ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﻧﯽ ﻣﻌﻨﺎ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻩ
ﻫﻤﺒﺴﺘﮕﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﻪ ﮐﻪ
ﺗﻌﺒﯿﺮ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻩ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﺳﻘﻮﻁ , ﺳﺎﻝ ﻓﺮﺍﺭ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﮔﺮﯾﺰ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ
ﭘﺎﯾﯿﺰ ﺗﻠﺦ ﻭ ﺑﯽ ﺑﻬﺎﺭ
ﺳﺎﻝ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺩﻭ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ
ﺳﺎﻟﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺗﻮ ﺭﮔﻬﺎ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﻗﻠﺐ ﻓﻠﺰﯼ ﺗﻮ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺼﻮﯾﺮ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ
ﺷﮑﺴﺘﮕﯿﻪ ﺁﯾﯿﻨﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﻗﺒﯿﻠﻪ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﯾﻪ ﻧﻔﺮ
ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﻧﯽ ﻣﻌﻨﺎ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻩ
ﻫﻤﺒﺴﺘﮕﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﻪ ﮐﻪ
ﺗﻌﺒﯿﺮ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻩ
ﺗﻮ ﺍﻭﻥ ﺭﻭﺯﺍﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻣﯿﺎﺩ
ﮐﺴﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻓﮑﺮ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﻫﺮﮐﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻓﮑﺮ ﺧﻮﺩﺷﻪ
ﺑﻪ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ ﺭﺳﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﻫﻤﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺑﯽ ﺍﻋﺘﻨﺎ
ﺣﺘﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻫﻢ ﺩﯾﮕﻪ
ﮐﺴﯽ ﺍﮔﻪ ﮐﻤﮏ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﺩ
ﮐﯽ ﻣﯿﺪﻭﻧﻪ ﺍﻭﻥ ﭼﯽ ﻣﯿﮕﻪ
ﺗﻮﯼ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﺎﯼ ﻟﻐﺖ
ﺳﻔﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﺮﮔﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ
ﻧﻪ ﺩﺷﻤﻨﯽ ﻧﻪ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﯽ
ﻫﯿﭽﯽ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻪ ﻧﻤﯿﺸﻪ
ﺍﯾﻦ ﻧﺎﮔﺰﯾﺮﻩ ﻭﺍﺳﻪ ﻣﺎ
ﺳﯿﺮ ﺻﻌﻮﺩﯼ ﺗﺎ ﺳﻘﻮﻁ
ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﻗﺼﻪ ﯼ ﺻﺪﺍ
ﺗﻤﻮﻣﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺳﮑﻮﺕ
ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺁﯾﯿﻨﻪ ﯼ ﻋﺸﻖ
ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺑﺸﻪ ﺯﯾﺮ ﻏﺒﺎﺭ
ﻭﻗﺖ ﻃﻠﻮﻉ ﻓﺎﺟﻌﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﻣﯽ ﺭﺳﻪ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺩﻭ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ



Singer: Dariush
Poet: Ardalan Sarafraz
Composer: Manoochehr Cheshm Azar


Friday, February 15, 2013

Noose

When Cervical bones would resist the stretch..
Hyoid would feel the pressure..
Eyes would be coming out to leave.....their home,
Hollowed, Lungs would cry-out for air...
But mind would be resisting all...
Battling all counter-thoughts......
Of Last minute Escape...
Instead, Firm stance of Commitment towards the decision, earlier, made.

That's Art Of Dying.

Bleeding

When the Red fluid exiting, slowly, drop by drop off its regular path...
And you look, helplessly, painfully......
And there's an eternal will to enjoy that pain in the bleaking mind...
Eyelids, forced to watch..

That's ArtOfDying

Free Fall

When the limitless sky is distancing from you rapidly...
Dark-clad asphalted pavement is stretching it's arms to embrace you, forever...
When you forget that a hidden force of Gravity is stealing you from your weight of existance, making you fly like a free bird..
When your Mind is feeling the chill of Cold blood in veins, is trying  to co-op with the inflamed feel of red fluid inside the pale skin on the face
And Heart is Lubb-Dubbing...for the last moments..
When the eyes have already envisioned the Black asphalt, turning red...
Then you forget everything around you,
Smile ear to ear...
Cherish the 20+ storeyed final journey.

That's ArtOfDying.

Valentine Pain...



Ah! That pain within,
Once again rising, so violent...
Not that I can' t ignore it,
But is beyond being silent....
The pain of Long nights we spent,
From our dreams as we created us...
Every moment that we talked,
Has been haunting me. O yes!
This was supposed to be our day,
First Valentine to all that we gathered...
You chose to part the ways,
Removing each brick, that mattered....
This day has gone by, somehow,
But I still having the pain....
Still dreaming alone, all that,
May be someday, we meet again...

...Not to be separated anymore....
...Missing you on Valentine's day, as never before....

Against the Light...



Be-inteha mohabbat se bulaya tha...
Apne hi rang me dubaya tha...
Aaghosh me yun jakad ke  rakha mujhe...
Mere hi vajood se begana banaya tha...
Kisi ne khidkiyan jo kholi...
Roshni ne har su ek jaal sa bichaya..
Jise apne khwabo ki ta'seer samjha tha...
Usine mujhe mere ashkon me bhigaya tha..
Ek lamhe ka wo safar aaj bhi yaad hai mujhe..
Jab noor ke aamad-o-raft me khada tha main...
Koi shikan nahi thi chehre pe mere...
Badi tasalli se khud ko hi qabr me litaya tha...
Aaj ek ajeeb sukun hai yahan, sard sa...
Kisi ke awajahi ka koi malal nahi...
Ebaarate azadi sa azad hoon main...
Jis din, dhadkano ko maine, murakkhas kiya tha...

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Bebasi...


यादों के सहारे एक इत्माम की ओर सफरयाफ्ता,
सूखे रेत के मानिंद कहीं सरकती रही उम्र, रफ्ता-रफ्ता,
दश्त-ए-रुखसार पे यूँही बहती रही अश्कों की लकीर,
ज़ेहन में आंकी हुई तेरी तस्वीर लाती रही मुस्कराहट, बे-साख्ता

Coz I didn't Lie!

I had been put through Litmus test, literally.

I was blamed, mentally tortured...and abused...by all and None! Had a weird feeling of a fight between me and myself..trying hard to keep calm and yet keep the boiling point, "Inflamed". Had all that was needed to blast and show my outburst...

For a time, I had someone to keep me calm..for a moment, I felt someone with me, all the way, along...I was prepared to be ready for anything that matters..or doesn't matter...Whatsoever!

I tried to recollect and also collect someone..shattered with me...and yes I did. I did to best of me. But seems...somehow, it wasn't enough. Not enough from  my end...but not enough to pacify and clear the doubts...clear the fear...clear the uncertainty....

I failed! I failed big time...not because I didn't try...
I failed! I failed not because efforts were not enough....

I failed because it was destined to...and you know why?

Failure wasn't on me...it happened because for the very reason, I was trying hard...going through all the pain and seeing me, shattered...maligned and distrusted....THAT distrust had a "LIE" underneath...Lie, which I never did...which I never said...which I never practiced...yet, to my strangest disbelief, I was labeled as LIAR!!!!



I am loosing my hopes...I am loosing my strength...I am loosing my faith.
Someone, who used to be my biggest strength, has now weakened me....weakened me as never before.

I feel Dead.

Inside.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Tough Times...




Time...

Its easy, its lovely, its a teacher....its hard!

Everyone has one of a kind and has to face it for some time. We may sulk and make it appeared as elongated one, or Enjoy and make it everlasting one. No matter what we do, it will always be there.

In hard time, where there are misunderstandings, what matters most is the communication. Feel for each other. Neglecting yourself and putting yourself in someone's shoes. Realization of self and other. Go through the each and every detail and put your heads together and find a way out. As been said, No problem comes without a solution! All you need to do is to find out a way. Being together in tough times, is mantra to over come.
Remember, more you come closer, more you get stronger. We all know the story and the moral behind the four wooden stick and breaking them separately and then joined together. Against any external force being applied, it matters, how close you get and how good you sustain.

Talking out the problems, always provides a way out. two people thing alone and trying to overcome, is not a solution.

In confusions which usually come as free gift when in love, specially if its a distant love, both need to be vocal. Set the right expectations. Question eachother. Answer eachother. Build your belief and trust on your understanding and Love-feelings. Don't rely on what others say and interpret for you. Use your own brain and check with your heart. There would be times when you would feel shaken. Stirred. Upset and troubled. Nothing would last, once you speak out. Honesty and Trust would be the solvent.

We know there are times when we question our faith and base of all that we trusted. Remember, it was your heart which initiated it. It can never be wrong. Mind over heart has always been a debate. Ask yourself! Haven't you relied on your heart and always come up with flying colors? Yes. We all have gone through that phase from simple things, like spelling of a particular word where we hanged on to heart or to the difficult situations where it needed instant and reflexive reaction, for example, applying a break while driving. Did we ever thought of being calculative? No.

Now is the tough time...so what! Big deal. Huh! Listen to yourself. The inner you which is beautiful and very precise. It doesn't do mistakes when guiding you through the tough times.

Speak up. Don't Sulk.
Communicate. Don't Hide.
Talk. Don't be Silent.
Contact. Don't Isolate.

You will be victorious.
Just remember, things may not shape up initially, as you dream or plan to...but they take the final form, as you build it. Don't stop your efforts.

Roti/Chapati is never Round from the beginning...it keeps changing....and then succumbs to the way you mold it. You build it.

Go for it!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

There...For You, Always!






To wipe your tears away at nights when you have sorrow
To fondle your hair when you alone


To lend a shoulder for your sob
For moments when you are saturnine in the starless nights

I'll be there...Always...for YOU!


In fall's leaf-falls to attending you
To clear your way from the yellow and sick leaves


To be waiting in even longest of nights
Till smile comes to your lips and night is done


To make you a tale from rain's song
And sing a song about love when there is a long way


To connive at the rain of stars...
I'll be there...Always...for YOU!

Won't come a star if doesn't bring your memories...
Won't be there a rain, if doesn't wash your sorrows...
Won't there be spring, if can't bloom a smile on you...

Won't there be a breeze if it can't dry out your tears...

But O my dear...I'll be there for you...
Forever....

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

"It's All Coming Back To Me Now"



"It's All Coming Back To Me Now"

There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but
It's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby Baby

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it's all coming back to me
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
But it's all coming back

There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper

There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last we'd count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever

But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it's all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, Baby, Baby

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now

If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now

(It's all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(It's all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(It's all coming back to me now)
And if we, , ,

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Republic Day of India



Republic Day! When I think about this day, it gives my goose-bumps..I feel proud..and Instantly, I get some other mixed feelings...

Whats the significance of Republic Day or for that matter, Independence Day in today's daily life of a common man?

Is it just a National Holiday? And that too only for few, socially-financially established crust of the society? What about the Roadside vendors who are forced to close their shops due to security reasons, knowing that they earn daily to feed their dependents? What about those who are working in MNCs? For them, its just Tricolor being displayed on their systems, across the floor. Some Colors/Tattoos being sponsored by HRD and a Traditional Dress Day! ...Or other personnel in Hospitals, Police, Fire-station, Paper and Audio-
video Media, Rickshaw Walas...and the list is Long.

But my mixed feeling is not because of people still working on this or other national holidays! Its because, How we take this day for granted! Do we think, how we achieved? For what? And where are we now? Have we done enough to preserve the National Proud, involving this day?

In current scenario of our society, with Indifference, "Chalta Hai" and "Mujhe kya" attitude towards the incidents occurring around us, Scams and corruption,Crimes etc, I guess, Its just another day for us which brings happiness if and only if coinciding with a working day in a week and not Saturday/Sunday. We feel bad, when it does.
We feel good, to get some time at home, not because we get time to see the Parade, but a match, Movie or some other entertaining program on TV, if not, then on DVD, or to socialize via Networking websites...and when nothing of that sort, we feel good for One day as bonus for some extra sleep hours and or laziness.

That's Republic day in today's life! Sad but true!

I'd recommend these videos to be watched:
1. Respect Indian National Anthem
2. The Silent Indian National Anthem
Both videos are courtesy: WildShip

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

My Battle...



I know you've got a smile, ear to ear,
When you see me, drowning in pain...
Happiness on you, pretty apparent,
When you find my efforts, in vain...
You may do more damage to me,
As much as you please....
You may kill me and my dreams,
Cut me in pieces as Log of trees...
Never would I surrender to Thee,
So what if you put me to chains...
I'm determined as never before,
No worries for any other loss or gains...
My fight is for my love, O God!
And am going for her, all out...
Don't care, What worse you've got,
She's mine and my world is her, all about...
Don't dare me to cross the limits,
As I ain't having anything to loose...
What, How, When is not you gonna say,
Its Us now, nothing else to choose...
O God! You can play your wicked tricks,
As if We care anymore...
We'll make our own world,
Full of togetherness, to the core.... 



Monday, January 21, 2013

Be Like you...



I glance at you, Flyin' so high,
Ridin' on your swift dreams...
Above the white clouds,
Over the clear streams..
. . . . . . . . I wanna Fly like you.

I see you touching the leaves,
Like a southward breeze...
Spelling the life in each,
Making greens, all the trees...
 . . . . . . . . I wanna flow like you.

Going down the thoughts,
You take my breath away...
Baby, when you touch my heart,
I respond to God's call, Nay!....
. . . . . . . . I wanna love you like you.


Soulful Fight...




Sitting on my knees,
Hands towards sky...
Underneath a Lotus leaf,
Where I felt the heart, so dry...
 
Eyes burning in pain,
Mind so occupied...
Emotions so savage, tough on me alone,
To have them tamed and tied...
 
Not in mood to beg to God,
For me, he's so cruel...
Left in Big world, finding way to you, with million faces n obstacles,
And having my own Internal duel..
 
I know I will win 'em all,
I know I will Kill 'em all...
But Baby, it all matters to me only if,
you are with me, in my Free-Fall...


Forever.....

A Pure Heart...



Tere andaz-e-baya'n ko parwaaz ki kya zarurat...
Tere hunar ko tarashne ki kya zarurat..
Omq-e-sukhan (Depth of words) khud zahir karti hai,
Tere andar ke Farishte ki khubiya'n..

Jis rah pe chalte dekha hai abhi...
Jis manzil ki janib, baddhte dekha hai abhi..
Hazaro ki ta'dad me musafir aye, pahle bhi,
Iss ostwari (stability) se kadam uthaya nahi kisi ne...

Yun to teri tareef me qaseede,
Likhe honge, aur ek do hazaron ne...
Kahin kuch aur dikha nahi, tere didar ke bad,
Ehsaas-e-dil ko bas yunhi band kiya raazo'n me... 



تیرے انداز بیان کو پرواز کی کیا ضرورت 
تیرے ھنر کو تراشنے کی کیا ضرورت 
عمق سخن خود ظاھر کرتی ھیں
تیرے اندر کے فریشتے کی خوبیاں 

جس راہ پی چلتے دیکھا ہے ابھی
جس منزل کی جانب ، بڑھتے دیکھا ہے ابھی
ھزاروں کی تعداد مے مسافر آے ، پھلے بھی
اس استواری سے کدم اٹھایا نہیں کسی نے  

یوں تو تیری تعریف مے قصیدہ،
لکھے ہونگے اور ایک دو ہزاروں نے
کہیں کچھ اور دکھا نہیں تیرے دیدار کے بعد
احساس دل کو بس یوںہی بند کیا رازوں مے 



 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Cowardice..


Advocating Peace and Ahimsa[1] is good but there's a limit to it. Post that limit, it's labelled as "Cowardice"

Let me share a joke: 
There was a Bulky guy, walking down with his wife. Suddenly a Goon comes and threatens to kill him and his wife. Goon then draws a line and orders the guy to stay behind the line while he's going to publicly molest his wife, else he would kill them both. Goon continues to molest and keeps a check on the guy. Surprisingly, the guy keeps laughing.
Once the molestation is done, goon leaves the place. Bystanders, surprised to guy's reaction, ask: Why were you laughing when he did whatever he wanted to? Why didn't you react and took a stance against him?

The guy, proudly, replied: "Hah! I did react. He couldn't do anything to me. While he was busy, I crossed this line several times".

Unfortunate as it is, reaction of Indian Govt seems to similar to bulky guy. Pakistan, with all its molestation acts, indulging in all cross border fires, terrorism and latest, "Beheading" of Indian soldier. 
Yet, Govt is too busy in starting the "Aman Ki Aasha" and bilateral talks. Raising the concerns, limited to Pakistan's Foreign minister and Ambassador to India.   

Common man, fails to understand, whats the catch, in even having a relation? Why Singers, players, traders and recently, Javed Miandad, relative of Daud Ibrahim was given a visa to India?

Are we in a condition where, we can't survive without a relation with Pakistan?

Yes! Unfortunate it is!

Source for literal meaning: Wikipedia
[1]Ahimsa (Sanskrit: अहिंसा; IAST: ahisā, Pāli: avihinsā) is a term meaning to do no harm (literally: the avoidance of violence – hinsa). The word is derived from the Sanskrit root hims – to strike; hinsa is injury or harm, a-hinsa is the opposite of this, i.e. non harming or nonviolence.

Contradictions...



In a nation where people go on fasting every week for various reasons...
where people do not consume alcohol, flesh-foods, eggs, onions, garlic,
Do not smoke and even stop the intake of water...
Where, while passing by a temple, mosque, shrine, church, gurudwara and regardless of their own religious faiths, pay respect...
In a nation, almost each person is given a salutation of being some extended blood relation like Aunty-Uncle...
In a nation, where Animals/Birds are worshiped....and in a Nation, where people seem to be so religious and have fear of GOD and are suffering from all sorts of superstitions.......

How come, people indulge in Crimes like Rape, Murder, Corruption etc?
How could the hearts be so dark and hard as Asphalt?
How could be so Fearless and act against the biggest religion that is Humanity!

I wonder is there actually a God, watching all this?

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Distance and Love








Remember those days,
When we talked whole night...
In the darkness of doubts,
And Love full of Light...
Seldom we felt the Distance between us,
No matter how far we stayed...
Hearts were so close,
Not a moment, we felt yonder, portrayed...
Silly moments, Funny moments,
All that we laughed about...
Still comes to me, I wonder,
What all we chatted throughout?
Neither can I forget,
Nor can you...
How amazing were the days,
And nights, so true...


Sunday, January 6, 2013

The Learning...



So many dreams in eyes..
Co-existing with all the lies..
Shared them, not all but few..
Engraving what on heart, Doubt, I knew..
If and Only if, the feelings could say..
Would have been close to you,
Not that to betray...
I've known things, now
I never understood in past..
Just that the time flew by,
and breath, didn't last...

H.U.M.A.N.I.T.Y.



The sons of Adam are limbs of each other,
Having been created of one essence.
When the calamity of time affects one limb
The other limbs cannot remain at rest.
If thou hast no sympathy for the troubles of others
Thou art unworthy to be called by the name of a human.

-writing in Persian in 17century by Shaikh Sa'adi, been used as preamble of UN:

Bani aadam aazaye yek digarand;
Ke dar aafarinesh ze yek gooharand;
Cho ozvi be dard aavarad roozegaar;
Degar ozvhaa raa namaanad gharaar;
To kaz mehnate digaraan bi ghami;
Nashaayad ke naamat nahand aadami;


Original in Persian: