शुक्रवार, 29 जनवरी 2010

IT’S SANSKRITI TIME…………………..

For me, the second last week of the month started with Sanskriti and ended too with Sanskriti. On Monday, 18th of Jan, I came to the university with a passionate kind of feeling. Actually, I was going to participate in Sanskriti, The Annual Intra-Faculty Youth Festival of Arts Faculty.

This time I was going to rock the stage with mimicry. I didn’t do much practice…………just conceptualized clearly my idea which was to be performed. Practice is paramount for perfection…….but there was no need to put much effort……….as I generally, perform it occasionally or un-occasionally, for the sake of entertaining friends…………..and after all lion and tiger don’t practice for roaring………...it is God gifted to them. Jocks apart…….I went there and just performed with my heart and got, really, nice response from audience. Result was to be declared on the next day.

Next day, I attended classes and so and so……….then wandering here and there in the department………suddenly my juniors, mostly girls, came to me and said…….sir congratulations……..sir congratulations…………sir congratulations………….. I replied, thanks…………..thanks……..thanks……………but what are you congratulating me for? They were surprised, you don’t know………..you have secured second place in Sanskriti, and are selected for Spandan. They had read this in newspapers. Securing first and second place in Sanskriti was the criteria to be selected for Spandan. Any ways, Spandan, the Inter-Faculty Youth Program, is going to be held in the first week of Februry, 2010.

Well, I was informed, again, by my juniors, Shields and Certificates distribution of Sanskriti was to be done on Saturday, 23rd Jan, the next day, the last day of the week. Then what??????? I reached the venue at the right time and just got it.

Nothing more seems required to write about this week.

But what happened of my selection for Spandan???????

To be continued……………………………….

मंगलवार, 26 जनवरी 2010

Ye tanha Ratain

कभी कभी ये रातें इतनी तनहा और उदास क्यूँ होती है
हर किसी को अपनी किस्मत से शिकायत क्यूँ होती है
दिल उदासी में जो रोना चाहे अगर
तो न जाने ये आंखें क्यूँ नहीं रोती हैं

जाने अनजाने इस जहाँ में किनारा छुट जाता है
रहें तो मिल जाती है मगर मंजिल रूठ  जाता है
रातों की नींदें चाहे कितनी भी गहरी हों
फिर भी पलकों से गिरकर हर सपना टूट जाता है

ठण्ड  के बादल अरमानो को सर्द कर जाते हैं
गर्म हथेलियों की छुअन को बर्फ कर जाते हैं
कुहासा  हटे या न हटे
जीवन की सुनी राहों में गर्द भर जाते हैं

इस  जिंदगी का भी खेल निराला है
बहुत मुस्किल से खुद को संभाला है
कुछ देर पहले  कोहरा घनेरा था
अब चारों तरफ उजाला है

सोमवार, 25 जनवरी 2010

THE FESTIVE WEEK.................................

The second last week had been a little active than the previous ones of this year. It made an impression of a festive season because almost every day came with a celebrative moment for us. The second week of Jan, 2010 started in a very routine manner but the last 5 days of the week been quite crazy. Cricket Match, Lohri, Makarsankranti, unexpected holiday for Sun Eclipse and Baati-Chokha program were the main attraction of the festive week.

A long awaited cricket match between Mass Communication Dept. of Main Campus, BHU and Rajeev Gandhi South Campus, Barkachcha, was all set to go on 12th of Jan. On 11th Jan everybody seemed to be captivated by cricket match phenomenon which was to be held on the next day. We talked, laughed, ate, drunk and slept cricket. I can say that we even woke cricket because the next day when we woke up, it was the very day of our cricket match. Our main campus team was selected from both the batches of our department. All the buddies who were not going to play had been shouldering the job of cheerleaders. We all were on the ground during the worm up session playing as we all were to play in the host team. Then landed the guest team on the ground and the match began. We won the toss and went for bat. Our team of master blaster batsmen scattered as the playing-cards with making a little more than a century. The target might be easy for the guest team but not we were. Our tight bowling and less mistaken fielding ended their inning before far from the target. We won. The level of excitement was on the peak. As always happens, we as the cheerleaders were in more zeal than our team members. As I had missed the last year’s match, this time was in the mood to take DOUBLE MAZAA. The festivals of Lohri and

Makarsankranti were happened to be as usually celebrative. Unexpectedly, one more holiday declared for Sun Eclipse, gave us one more chance to keep ourselves apart from the skin prickling cold.

The last day of the week broke all the records of enjoyment when we organized the Baati-Chokha event in our department. Since morning till evening, we prepared the edibles of the very name of the event. Every member of department who was present their, lend his/her helping hand in the group operation. Now we worked, now we sang now, we danced and now we played together. There was no room of being tedious. This evidenced that team effort is the most important factor of any group activity. The evening proved to be a delighting GAIN of serving food to one another and eating together, we forgot all PAIN of the hectic day. This time I was making memorials with my juniors. It polished the last year’s album created with the seniors.

The festive week comes to an end……………I wish if I could make every day festive. It’s not possible…………if it were so, it would lose its importance. But what is possible is that we can save tiny happiness’ of the day to day life and create a huge bank balance of it just in the near future. HAPPINESS FOREVER………………………….....

शुक्रवार, 15 जनवरी 2010

Virus of life!!!!!

Life is a game
with many seasons,
love is one
now, don't ask me the reasons

sometimes unpredictable,
sometimes calm,
love with holds a fire
which keeps you warm.

wind is chilly
not because its cold
its that you lost your love
and don't have anything to hold.

betrayal is the weapon
that breaks you and tears apart
make's you feel like an idiot
when it gives pain to your heart.

those who bear its brunt
its like a lesson
& those who practise it often
its like a passion.

thinking of someone
when being in someone's arm
you are going to cause yourself
the most confused harm.

so keep your senses alert
when you are in love
because you can always fall for others
in this passion's hub!!!!!

BEWARE PEOPLE!!

मंगलवार, 12 जनवरी 2010

Vichaar

आज का दिन कितना मनहूस था? किसी ने बात करनी चाही, मगर दिल ने तो मानो हमें मजबूर कर दिया हो की किसी की सुनो भी मत। उस सुनसान से रस्ते पर मैं कहाँ चला जा रहा हूँ? क्या कोई मुझे बताएगा?

खैर छोड़िये, आपका क्या हाल है? क्या कहा अभी भी खैरियत मैं हैं? जिस दुनिया मैं हर पल हिंसा और द्वेष के शिकंजे बढ़ते जा रहे हों, वहां आप और मैं खैरियत मैं कैसे रह सकते हैं? अच्छा छोड़िये, इन बातों को। हम तो हैं ही सनकी।

मन मेरा भी है

मन आपका भी

मन सबका है पर

वो मन किसी का भी नहीं

इससे पहले की वो कुछ कहे, आप खुद अपने रस्ते हो लें। पता नहीं अगर एक बार चक्कर चल जाये, तो फिर कितने दिनों तक चलता रहे? प्रकृति का नियम है की किसी को वक्त से पहले उसका हिस्सा नहीं मिलता। मगर मैं प्रकृति का गुलाम हूँ क्या?

उन्मुक्त उड़ो आकाश में

लगाकर सपनों के पंख

रोक न पाए कोई

ऐसी हो tumhaarii udaan.

amen........................

सोमवार, 11 जनवरी 2010

The Racial Saga

Off late Indian media or I must say Indian electronic media has gone berserk over the recent spate of attacks on Indian students Down Under. Switch to any 24*7 news channel, be it Hindi or English, the only thing you are going to hear is big debate with gentlemen with their protruded stomach and ladies with their glossy flimsy apparels flaunting the great Indian tradition and lashing out at everything that is Australian (even kangaroo, an animal, is not spared).
Among the three channels which I follow regularly, each of them has had their prime time discussion shows centering on this issue throughout this week. Through these panel discussions, the channels made a wholehearted attempt to paint Australia as a country of barbarious and uncivilized racist brutes. On the other hand, Indian virtues, traditions, Vedic principles, cultural values were all bragged about. The ugly part of these debates was the parochial partisan stands taken up by the anchors. Whenever someone made an attempt to bring a bit of neutrality in the discussion, the verbose moderators quelled the voice with their foolishly thrown arguments.
What do all these signify? Are news persons, conceived off as upholder of objectivity and neutrality, supposed to take political stands? What do we want to prove by calling the whole of Australia racist? Have we ever looked within and made an attempt to see where we, as a country, stand?
No doubt the spree of attacks on Indian students Down Under is a condemnable act, as violence in any form is, irrespective of its geographical location and the people who are subjected to. But to say, that because of these attacks the whole of Australia is a racist society simply does not hold water. Quite similar to what is happening with Indian students Down Under, students, professionals and laborers from Bihar have undergone in recent times in Maharashtra. Now going by the standard we are setting with paint-Australia-as-bloody racist-community-campaign, the whole of Maharashtra ought to be declared race-prone area? By the same token, the screening of Bollywood films ought to be banned in Bihar and Uttar Pradesh (as one of the panelists during a debate show on a reputed English channel vouched for the ban on Australian brands in India apart from not allowing any Australian cricket player to set his feet ashore on Indian soil).
Racism, infact, is a pan-world or pan-human phenomenon. Right from the early days of human civilization, denizens indigenous to a specific place have disliked those visitors from outside who made an effort to get settled there. The innumerable number of wars fought over different periods across the world to assert ethnic superiority clearly establishes it. The recent spate of attacks on Indians down under and the violence Biharis faced in Maharashtra or non-Asamese underwent in Assom couple of years back, they all are simply a hangover of this extremely vicious hate-others-from-other-land phenomenon.
Now let’s do a bit of soul searching. How often an Indian is racially abused in his/her county itself? No news channel has so far taken up this issue. Walk around the streets of any part of the country and you can witness in situ the prevalent trend of an outsider (not necessarily a foreigner but even those Indians belonging to other parts of the nation) being relentlessly abused or taunted by the locals. And I must add it’s a pan-Indian phenomenon. If students of north-east are referred to as chinkeys (a pejorative term for someone with small and inwardly compressed face and eyes) on the streets of Delhi, people from north India are ridiculed for their accent in south India and vice versa. A foreigner is often a subject to debunking comments everywhere in India. People of low castes are not allowed to step their feet inside a temple (can’t it be seen as an indicator of god being racist?)
For all these ubiquitous regional, racial and religious prejudices, not even in our wildest dream we can accept being called racist. Why? Couple of days back, one foreign girl was reported to have been raped by a certain state minister in Goa. Similar unfortunate incidents take place everyday. Still, they never occupy more than a minute’s attention on national television. Why?
It’s high time we, as a nation, did a bit of honest introspection and some looking back as well. Only this will help us discover how racist we have been atavistically and are still in our day to day practices. Media, too need this exercise earnestly. Remember the old Indian adage which says that the process of changing world begins with the attempt to change oneself first.

2010 CALLING....................................

It was couple of years back when I first thought of writing blogs…………but thanks to my busy schedule or laziness or ignorance, I have always failed to materialize my plans. I don’t know why this time I can’t restrain myself from writing…………………probably because it is New Year………..but it can be avoided as every year we take some resolutions………..and we are not bound to follow them. This time something is more new about this New Year as it is the inaugural year for the new decade. Yes, the much awaited year 2010 has knocked the door of the globe. That’s why this time I feel immensely motivated about my new craze, blogging.

Nobody who has seen the opening year of the 21st century i.e. year 2000, can forget the charisma of the moment. Many new resolutions must have been taken at that time too. afterall we had been dreaming for the inception of the 21st century for a long-long time. These dreams could be clearly seen in Rajeev Gandhi’s speeches and Raj Kapoor’s films. Raj Kapoor…….The Trader of Dreams and Rajeev Gandhi……..The Dreamer of Trades, both made us dream to take off for the 21st century.

Ten years have gone……….strangely fast but still with their normal pace. Though many disasters occurred, India and the rest of the world have registered a lot of remarkable entries into the eco-socio-cultural-political record books…………………..and I too registered more dreams………...more passions…….more ambitions…………more aspirations………..more inspirations……….more courage……….more confidence……………more thoughts………more paths……and even more destinations……….into my eyes.

When both the hands of the clock clubbed together on the very night of this New Year and whole world was celebrating the moment, I was content with the above feelings. The first ten days of this New Year remained a little tedious for me. So, I don’t have much to say about them. Everybody appears enthusiastic and excited about this decade as I am. May the New Year and Decade bring love, prosperity, name, fame, happiness and bliss to all of us including every individual, society, nation and the whole world.

Happy New Year and Decade.....................

शनिवार, 9 जनवरी 2010

DOSTI

Dost milte jaha me bahut hai magar dosti ko samjhte sabhi to nahi,
Aaj milna hai kal phir bichud jana hai dosti par taraste sabhi to nahi,
Hath ka hath se milna bahut hai asubh hath ko hath dil se milaya karo,
Dosti me jiyo dosti me maro dosti kabhi na kalankit karo ,
Aye dost jara soch lo dur jane se pahle, mere dil pe tohmat lagane se pahle,
Tumhi ne kiya tha ye DOSTI ka wada ,
Mujhe apna dost banane se pahle.................................
kanhaiya

गुरुवार, 7 जनवरी 2010

It Hurts.......................................

Life, they say is the most beautiful gift to mankind. Agreed and I must add by the same token, most complex and tumultuous too. Before we go further let me make it clear that by life I do not mean a mere process of taking birth. For me, it refers to the span of time one is both physically and cerebrally active on this whirling ball.
Now if you are asked what makes one's life i.e. the most gifted possession of human race, enjoyable, each of u can have your own version. Some may say money. Some will go for love. Yet some vouch for a well-defined goal and being able to work towards accomplishing it.
Well, all these hold water. But, there is another dimension left which forms the bedrock of this enjoyment. In my personal humble opinion, it is the level of trust, comfort n camaraderie we have with a set of people who really matters in our life. They(the set of people)can be our family members, friends(of both past n present),someone from our working group(even though a professional one), teachers, mentors, competitions........................in nutshell, they are the ones who share an emotional bond of deep affinity with us as somehow, our frames of reference match.
They are the ones we always look up to when we are in a moment of crises, indecision, disturbance......and any other disheartening happening of ilk nature. A mere look at them dispels the agony n despair we have gone through as their presence induces care, support n a soothening touch of compassion. No matter how heartbroken we are, we feel like talking to them for they understand us and are bound to make us feel comfortable n cared for.
Now imagine, someone of this dil-ke-kareeb (close to heart) frame spurning, neglecting or giving cold shoulders when we need them most?
How does it feel?
It hurts...........................doesn't it?
Of course, it does. None can gainsay it. It, infact, becomes palpably disturbing when the person who does it has no apparent reason/reasons vindicating his/her hostility. It, then, sinks us into a whirlpool of introspection as we fail to reach any definite conclusion. This even takes the form of agony as we begin to regularly doubt our wisdom and ability to understand human minds. If not controlled, there is every chance of sinking further into the abyss of skepticism as we tend to search for negatives in every other relation we are part of.
The solution, as I see, lie in the understanding of life itself. Life is analogous to continuous flow of an ocean. An ocean traverses huge distances but the depth of water is not same everywhere. It varies. It even goes through various weather conditions, gives shelter to varied species providing them best of facilities and taking almost nothing in return.
We too must let our life flow like that. No expectation, no feeling of animosity even after being hurt both viscerally and mentally……………and so on and so forth……………………..
Easier said than done………………………………….
Well, these aforementioned philosophical lines can make great essays but in reality can’t have an embalming effect,because life, for all its vicissitudes, is simply not comparable to the flow of an ocean. It’s human and therefore can only be defined in terms of human qualities.
One is bound to feel hurt when being hurt. And that’s reality as well as actuality……………….No half-measures……………….Bear with it………………That’s life………………And of course it hurts………………….