Ashes

from the ashes he rose only to see more ashes around him...

he walked past the crying souls,

he walked past the lying souls,

burning souls, waiting souls

queued up for leaving their heavenly abode

all alone, wondering where are their living souls

men in white with no faces holding the appearing souls

Reaching at the egress of the last faith

he walked past more men in white with no faces treating the crying faces anguished faces, deserted faces, hopeful faces,

inside the dome of existence he

gazes at his heart weeping with his impression in her palm,

she looked so helpless, so desolated,

he looked around the chamber only to see more dejected faces,

he gave a last heartfelt gape to her n walked back...

back to the ashes from where he rose

walking past the crying souls, the lying souls

burning souls, waiting souls

queued up for leaving their heavenly abode...

चलो कुछ हादसे होने से बच गये!

सड़कें ये सुनसान हैं

चलो कुछ हादसे होने से बच गये

कुछ बसें बेसुध नही चलीं

कुछ बिगड़े नवाब घर में फंस गये

चलो कुछ हादसे होने से बच गये....

चिमनियों से अब धुएं नहीँ उठते

चलो कुछ सासें खुल के जी लें

गुर्दों को कुछ ताज़ी हवा की खुराकें दें 

कुछ दिन ज़हरिली हवा में खाँसने से बच गये

चलो कुछ और हादसे होने से बच गये...

कल खिड़की पे एक गौरैया गा रही थी

मीठी आवाज में गुनगुना रही थी

ज़माने बाद इसे इतने पास से देखा है

पंछियों को शायद ये सन्नाटे जच गये

चलो कुछ और परिंदे वापस पेड़ो पे बस गये

चलो कुछ और हादसे होने से बच गये...

अब सुबह की चाय फुर्सत से पीते हैं

बिना हड़बड़ाए आस्माँ को जी रहे हैं

सबकी सुनते हैं और शायद सबको अब समझ गये

कुछ रंजिशों के दिन और बच गये

चलो कुछ और हादसे होने से बच गये....

जिन्दगी का दोष नही!

ज़िन्दगी को क्या​ कहें ज़िन्दगी का दोष नही

किस्सा है उम्मीदों का, आशाओं का बोझ नहीं

कुछ सोचते हैं क्या सोचते हैं, उलझ से जाते हैैं​

हम अक्सर अपनी ही बातों से बहक से जाते हैं

आंसुओ का दौर नहीं, दिल का भी शोर नहीं

बस कुछ समुझ नहीं​ आता बात कुछ और नहीं

ना रात की तन्हाई​ है, ना दिन भर का काम

ना सुबह गम भरी होती है न अकेली है शाम

फिर भी कुछ है जो नहीं है मेरे पास

ना जाने कैसा है यह भरा सा खाली सा एहसास​

बोलों की कमी नहीं, बातों की कतारें भी हैं

हँसी के झोके भी हैं, प्यार की बहारें भी हैं

अजीब​ सा लगता​ है फिर भी आज कल

अपने​ हो के भी जुड़ नहीं​ पा रहे हैं मुझसे ये सारे​ पल

किसी से कुछ कहना चाहतें हैं मेरे लफ्ज़​ खामोश नहीं

पर ज़िंदगी को क्या कहें ज़िन्दगी काम कोई दोष नहीं....

Casteism in animals

Our country is a country of weird amalgamations. Though I am not an anthropologist still, I find Indians living in the most bizarre fashion. With so many traditional diversities, India can be called as one of the most versatile nation (applause!). The caste system dates back to ancient times. Your caste was your profession. Thanks to reformers like Raja Ram Mohan Rao, Bapuji and Ambedkar that this trend of birth certificate for caste has almost diminished at least in cities but still prevails in villages(sigh!).

India stands alone as a country where even animals feel the heat of the caste system. I felt one day seeing the love for cow rising that for years even our animals are living in a hierarchal caste system.

Starting from the topmost the humble cow holds the transcendent position. The white complexion, beautiful eyes, peaceful, milking availability, and also enjoying religious benefits. Not-to-forget its ancestor “Kamdhenu” which makes her divine effect even stronger. This top-ranked animal has its own spy and protection squad living in disguise all around us. (Beware!)

Another animal just below cow and enjoying the supreme caste amenities is the elephant. This giant creature has been a man’s friend of jungles since ages. Its strong mythological connection makes it religiously at par with the cow. Its rank is next to cow only because it doesn’t have any personal CAT agency and relies only on NGOs and rural elephant lovers. Additional common reason can be quoted as these two animals are vegans, though many others also are, but do not enjoy the same status.

The next level of animal caste is that of the predators-- Tiger, Lion, and Snakes. They are strong, powerful and ruthless. Apolitical and avoiding public appearance, they are focused and very clear about their targets. Fright and fanism go hand-in-gloves for them. These rich animal slayers unaware of their assets have always been the target of even stronger predators named humans who have been killing them for selfish reasons.

Next is the helper class. Horse, buffalo, dog, donkey, camel, bull, yak and all the animals who have helped human to share his load come under this roof. These poor things since ages have been lured with food and love but have also been thrashed for performing. Despite being loyal they get scolding yet never ditch their master. But they are never considered important as they do not inherit any of the above exceptional qualities.

In the lowest of all comes the only animal that though matches the quality of cow has been always been looked down. It is one-tenth of the cow’s weight, can be reared in-house, it is short and sweet, and provides milk also. It's sound always seems like it complaining against this partiality. More to this its unfortunate male counterpart has been killed for ages for satisfying both religious and hunger demand, unlike bull that enjoys a step above as a load runner. No other animal seems to be so underrated and deprived as are the poor goats.

There is still a class left which is called no class. All the other animals can be put in this, as they don’t have any worth for humans. They are just living their life. Those getting killed for money, still have status but others die a natural death leaving no significance to the society. Such animals live by their own and die unnoticed ready to decay or become a feast for others. They serve but still go disregarded.

So is the casteism in animals with those having religious values are top-rated. This sounds so similar to our own so-called hierarchy of caste among Indians. This caste system effect is so strong that unknowingly we have created a hierarchy among animals also.

I Love India!

inka bachpan?

Kabhi chai ki gumti pe to kabhi kisi dhabe pe
Kabhi kude ke dhero mein to kabhi sadak ke kinare pe
Dekha hai inhe yu har din guzarte hue
Aur inke bachpan ko zindagi se harte hue....dekha hai

Kya kisi din ye bhi apni ma se hat karte honge?
Ya kabhi kisi khilone ko khreed khush hote honge?
‘Mujhe halwa puri khila do ma’ kabhi kehte bhi honge?
Ya nayi kameez pehen ke janamdin pe hanste honge?

Ye sabhi to aasmani baatein hain inke liye
Janamdin kya janam ki tareek tak na dhyan hogi
Puri ki kya hat kare jab roti poori padti nahi
Inke gharo mein kai baar chulhe ki aag tak jalti nahi

Kya karenge kya bangenge koi na jaane koi na soche
Koi kisi andhi galiyon mein bhatak jayega
Koi yu hi zindagi bhar kaam karta jayega
Shayad hazaron mein koi ek aisa bhi dikhe
Jo in gumnam jahan se pare naam kamayega....shayad!!!

Indianized CWG

When anything comes to India we love to Indianize it. This has been true with everything including companies, food, apparels etc. Mc’Donalds removed the ham and popularized its burgers with aloo tikkis. International companies have to provide all the religious holidays as well as throw Holi and Diwali parties. Apparels, music, films all of them better work by the name fusion. So far not bad! But what about indianizing Common Wealth Games? Yes, the Common Wealth Games have been indianized and it was done so fast that as soon as the news broke everything related to it started adapting the Indianized colors including its name.

For India, Common Wealth Games mean a game were public wealth has been made common to its organizers. Initially when people used to say that the infrastructure of Delhi will improve I wondered if this occasion was really that important. But now when there are hardly 40 days the beans has been spilled. How the game committee, government and sports authorities have together with their dedication, planning and teamwork made their own Common Wealth Games successful--Dedication of quietly finding out ways to gulp down public wealth over the years: Planning of creating all the fraud organizations and forgeries in the name of sports equipments and materials: and teamwork for together bringing down the quality, dignity and stature of Common Wealth Games and India.

But on a second thought I think why to blame these people? They have been between us and within us since ages. From the very first day of the idea of CWG in India they had their plans ready to exploit the opportunity, and this always has been the indianized version of government work at execution level. Since Independence till date hardly any project has been completed at national level. Moreover there are delays due to corruption at every step so it is impossible for us to even imagine that such a short-term project will be over smoothly. How could they break their 65 year old record that to for a mere CWG.

After repeated bombardment of this question in my head finally I got a convincing answer. May be if the name of Common Wealth Games was not been abbreviated to CWG this all problem would not have aroused. Because the moment the name was abbreviated to CWG it was adopted by the IFCD (Indian Family of Corrupt Departments). The other senior members of this family which have earned their name and fame over the years and almost every Indian is familiar of its multiple talent in corruption are MCD, PWD etc. so when we say CWG its understood that a new member has joined the group and by now it is grown-up and had shown its true colors. CWG is a full-fledged body with all its mentors well settled. They got enough time and space to make the optimum utilization of this short-termed opportunity. Their bags and mouth are full and now that they have become visible they have earned enough to buy sunglasses for others.

And the pitiful people of India are so much immune or I should say indianized that such incidences hardly affect them. Because they face such things at every step of life, right from getting a birth certificate, to admission in schools, to government jobs, to accessibility to daily needs till death. So a CWG indianization is like passing-by a familiar tune unattended.

talash....

Zindagi ko kya kahe zindagi ka dosh nahi

Kissa hai umeedon ka, aashaon ka bojh nahi

Kuch sochte hai kya sochte hain, ulajh se jaate hain

Hum aksar apni hi baton se behek se jate hain

Aansuo ka daur nahi, dil ka bhi shor nahi

Bas kuch samajh nahi aata baat kuch aur nahi

Na raat ki tanhaee hai, na din bhar ka kaam

Naa subah gum bhari hoti hai na akeli hai shaam

Phir bhi kuch hai jo nahi hai mere paas

Na jaane kaisa hai ye bhara sa khali sa ehsaas

Bolon ki kami nahi, baton ki katare bhi hai

Hansi ke zhoke bhi hain, pyaar ki bauchare bhi hai

Ajeeb sa sab lagta hai phir bhi aaj kal

Apne ho ke bhi jud nahi paa rahe hain mujhe ye sare pal

Kisi se kuch kehna chahte hain mere lafz khamosh nahi

Par zindagi ko kya kahe zindagi ka dosh nahi…………