KUCH ALFAAZ

paibast hain dil mein yaadien teri,karta hun jinse main baatein teri,

ab to ehsaas tera hawaon mein hai,door hai tu phir bhi nigahon mein hai.

meri rago mein tera pyaar behta hai,dharkano ko tera intezaar rehta hai,

hai tera chehra dil ki har diwaar pe,aur baithe hain khwaab tere mann ke har ek taar pe

chaand ko bhi raar hai mere yaar se,fiza milne ko bekraar hai mere yaar se,

shaguftagi,latafat ki bharmaar ho tum,khuda khair kare gamakta laalazaar ho tum.

Disorder of heart's Geometry!

It is emotion
which makes us humane
stays somewhere
in our heart's domain

sometimes we  forget it,
sometimes we aviod,
but it is such a trait of which
no human is devoid!

its like maths
its like poetry
its like science
and somewhat trignometry

Sin is love
Cos is hatred
Tan is care
& face its potrait.

you can hide it
you can hold
but after one point
you can't control

it will flow out
after a limited mark
it will glow
and shine with a spark!

either its love
or its anger
if  it doesn't flow
life is in danger!

there was flood 
in my heart's land
all emotions drowned
& i can't stand!

once you are drowned
in ocean of emotion
its hard to stand
take my notion!

so, in life
if you want to excel
make some friends
and let your heart's boat sail.

Nicely explained the term "Sympathy"

If you cant then walk away!


Whenever you see a poor don't say bechara ,
just make him rich or give them your hands...
show d path, If you cant then walk away!

When you see some wounded, then don't say I feel sorry for you...
Heal it , If you cant then walk away!

When you see someone needy, then don't say If I could help you if...
Help them , If you cant then walk away!

एक सफर....

जाके कहाँ रुकेगा अनजाना-सा सफर ये।
मंजिल को ढूंढती है मुसाफिर की नज़र ये।

लगता कभी पास मंजिल , कभी दूर खड़ी है।
बुझते हैं अरमानों के दिये ये मुश्किल बड़ी है।
जाने कब होंगे पूरे ख्वाब इस राही के,
यही पूछे उसकी रूह अब हर घड़ी है।
खुदा की कठपुतली धरती का बशर ये।
मंजिल को ढूंढती है मुसाफिर की नज़र ये।

हमसफ़र मिलते हैं राहों में न जाने कितने।
बनते बिगड़ते रहते हैं अफ़साने न जाने कितने।
बरसों से लिख रहा है इक अफसाना ये दीवाना,
वैसे तो होंगे जहाँ में दीवाने न जाने कितने।
पांव ज़ख़्मी हैं फिर भी चलूँ है कैसा असर ये।
मंजिल को ढूंढती है मुसाफिर की नज़र ये।

हजार ख़्वाबों को इस राह पर सजाता रहा हूँ मैं,
यकीं के साथ हर कदम को बढ़ाता रहा हूँ मैं।
बुझते रहें हैं राह में अरमानों के दिये,
अक्सर इस उम्मीद में उन्हें जलाता रहा हूँ मैं।
कभी तो ख़त्म होगा अनजाना-सा सफर ये।
मंजिल को ढूंढ ही लेगी मेरी नज़र ये।

MOMENT!!!

Its high time
that i tell thee
My feelings and emotions
and make mind free!
I waited long
for you to come
and listen to my words
not all but some!
It was late that evening
when you held my hand
We were sitting
together on sand!
you kissed my hand
and looked at me,
It felt i was drowning
in your eye's deep sea!
Oh! that first kiss
and one tight hug
was out of the world
and my heart was dug!
you whispered slowly
into my ears
my heart was heavy
and eyes filled with tears!
The much awaited moment
was now here
the clouds fell apart
and the sky was clear!
it was a moment
for then and forever
and the three magical words
which i'll forget never!!

Characters- Sensational Svelte

Another special day and another special character!
Shakespeare once said beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. Well, sorry the great man but having seen this sensationally eye-catching girl one can’t but differ. Beauty may lie in the eyes of beholder but in this specific case it simply lies in the object beheld.
She is slim in a graceful way. With her doll-like appearance, she appears tailor made for being a perfect cover picture for those vintage romantic novels from the golden Victorian age. Sleeping is her favourite pastime. And one more thing she possesses one of the most gracefully artificial smiles ever known in the human civilization.
Presenting before you the ever-expressive (artificial though-joking) and ever-smiling girl – Ms Shrabani Mukherjee –the action packed doll (as Payel once described her during the first semester c-104 practical exam- remember the session where we were divided in a pair of 2 n asked to introduce each other alternatively).
Shrabani(literally meaning someone who is born during the pious month of Shravana- a month especially popular among Hindus for its association with lord Shiva) aka Guddu (literally meaning doll) initially came to me as someone very reserved and with a tinge of conceit. But soon I realized her gregariousness and acceptance for others as well.
Working with her during the on-line journalism workshop was a real fun and learn (one of the best groups I ever was the part of). Such was the comfort level among three of us (with the evergreen Raghu being the third member of the group) that even when we were burdened with an oodles of work (comparatively studying 6 different websites, conceptualizing an e-zine , perusing reports on tsunami and that too within a short span of 5 to 6 hours) we hardly panicked and eased our way through the presentation which was a smashing hit.
A hard-core bibliophile, Shrabani can never be seen without books. Any fine day you ask her what she has been up to? - The answer will always be the same- engrossed with a novel. Her grip on English literature and supple understanding of human relations make her a much-wanna-be-talked person.
Her takes on women-centric issues are bold and outright. She, for sure, doesn’t appear one of those girls who can be easily swayed to accept the patriarchal set norms of society.
On a lighter note, Shrabani is all celebration and sport. She is always geared up for party and sight-seeing. Though at times she does appear dismal (can’t figure out why but she constantly goes through such animation-less period once in a while), most of the time she is always in the best of her celebratory mood.
She is a bit of prankster too (once she nearly coaxed me into believing that she had once tested octopus-meat. Such was the vivid and apt descriptions that for a second I was in complete awe of her). Now coming back to her smiles (my favourite) and expressions, there is a bit of uniqueness attached to them. Every sentence that she utters brings with it a touch of expression (like if u ask her did u eat mutton yesterday? Her answer can never be a simple yes or no. it will always be delivered with dawdle or a certain movement of neck and of course a big griiiiiiiiiiiin).
Keep smiling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May the world bask in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A MUST-READ!!!

hey some of u mst b knowing dat my rsch topic 4 SB's papr is-REPRESENTATION OF DISABILITY IN HINDI FILMS IN THE LAST FIFTY YRS.i ws jst surfing d net to collect sm material for it....i came upon dis splendid story...i thot i mst share it wid all of u..it is rather longish...but plz go ahead n read it....plz...i assure u its worth d effort..really :)

DISABILITY CERTIFICATE

On a train to Xi'an, a pretty attendant glared at middle-aged man who looked like a migrant worker and said loudly, "Ticket check."

The middle-aged man searched all over, and finally found it, but he held in his hand. The attendant looked at him queerly, and laughed. "This is a children's ticket."

The middle-aged man flushed, and stuttered out, "Isn't a children's ticket the same price as a disabled ticket?"

The attendant eyed the middle-aged man once over, and asked, "Are you a disabled person?"

"I am a disabled person!" "Then let me have a look at your disability certificate."
The middle-aged man tensed up. He said, "I don't have a disability certificate. When I bought the ticket, the ticket-seller asked me for my disability certificate, and I had no choice but to buy a children's ticket."

The attendant forced a smile: "Without a disability certificate, how can you prove that you are disabled?"

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man gently took off his shoe and pulled up his pants leg - he only had half a foot.

The attendant gave it a glance, and said, "I need to see documentation! The printed seal of the Disabled Person's Federation."

His face bitter, the middle-aged man explained, "I'm not a resident here, so they wouldn't give me a disability certificate. And I was working at a private construction site. When it happened, the boss disappeared, and I had no money to go to a hospital for an evaluation...."

The conductor, who had been notified, arrived to inquire about the situation.
The middle-aged man explained once more to the conductor that he was a disabled person, and he had bought a ticket whose price was the same as a disabled person's ticket....

The conductor asked, "Your disability certificate?"

The middle-aged man said that he had no disability certificate, and then showed the conductor his half-foot.

Without even looking it over, the conductor said impatiently, "We only acknowledge documentation, not people! People with disability certificates are disabled people, and only those with disability certificates can enjoy disabled persons' tickets. Hurry and buy a supplemental ticket!"

The middle-aged man was crushed.

He searched through all his pockets and luggage, but only came up with a few yuan, not enough to make up the ticket price. With a tearful face he said to the conductor, "After half my foot was crushed off in the machine, I couldn't work anymore. With no money, I couldn't even go home. This half-price ticket I bought with money collected by people from my hometown. I beg you to have compassion and spare me!"

The conductor said resolutely, "That's not possible."

The attendant took this opportunity to say to the conductor, "Let him shovel coal at the front of the train - let him do some volunteer work."

The conductor thought it over, and said, "Good!"

An older comrade sitting opposite the middle-aged man couldn't stand it, so he stood up, looked the conductor straight in the eyes, and said, "Are you or aren't you a man?"

The conductor didn't give an answer: "What does this have to do with whether I'm a man?"

"Just tell me, are you a man?"

"Of course I'm a man." "What proof do you have that you are a man? Give me a look at your Male Certificate!"

The people around them started laughing.

The conductor was taken aback. He said, "I'm a full-blooded male standing right here, you think this is a fake?"

The old comrade shook his head: "I'm like you. I acknowledge documentation, not people. People with Male Certificates are men. No Male Certificate, not a man."

The conductor was stuck. For a moment he didn't know how to respond.

The attendant stood up to help the conductor out of his predicament. She said to the old comrade, "I'm not a man. If you have anything to say, say it to me."

The old comrade pointed at her nose, and said, "You're not even a human!"

The attendant shook with fury, and screamed, "Wash your mouth out! Tell me, if I'm not human, then what am I?!"

The old comrade remained calm, but he smiled slyly as he said, "You're human? OK, then let me have a look at your Human Certificate....."

Once again, everyone around them burst into laughter.

Only one person didn't laugh - the middle-aged man with half a foot. He quietly watched all that went on, and at some point, his eyes started to well with tears, not knowing if this was shame, or appreciation, or hate.

In The Name of POLOTICS

OPINIONS AND VIEWPOINTS MENTIONED HERE ARE THE PERSONAL OPINION(S) OF THE AUTHOR AS THE AUTHOR BELIEVES BLOGGING IS A KIND OF POWER WHICH PROVIDES US WITH FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND ONE NEEDS NOT TO TAKE ANY KIND OF OFFENCE.


“I had fond associations with this place and I always wanted to be here until recently, a week ago, when I was openly threatened by some Marathi Manoos, I realized that it’s not mine, not any more since I wasn’t born here and I don’t speak Marathi. I belong to another part of the nation that apparently lives on Mumbai, in Mumbai and in the future, for Mumbai.
It hardly matters that after spending about five years in this city, should I choose to stay here longer or should pack my bags and go back to the part of the nation that is meant for North Indians without any Marathi infiltration.. The mere thought of going for a leisurely walk strangulates me.
The name theory makes me more cautious every time I would ask for a railway ticket over the ticket counter. You never know, the moment I ask, “Bhaiya, ek VT (instead of CST) return dena” and the guy from behind the counter would jump out of the window to beat the black and blue out of me. I don’t know if it might actually happen but Mr. Thackrey made me believe, in all possibility, it just could.”

You must be thinking that these words may come only from that chap’s mouth who is not Marathi Manoos and residing in Mumbai not BOMBAY, ooopppss! Yes, you are absolutely right…Last night, this guy, basically from Lucknow, called me up and shared this incident with me which compelled me to raise this issue through this blog and to make it as my first post..
It’s not only XXX (name will not be disclosed) who got his illusion shattered. There are many others strangled in the city that once used to be the city of dreams and now is the city of dreaded nightmares for someone who doesn’t belong there. And, these nightmares will haunt them, everytime they go for grocery shopping, pay the technically correct fare to rickshaw wallah, come late to their flat(homes never exist there), ask for tickets, get in a bus and so on and so forth. There is always a threat swirling around their mind.
Each citizen has a constitutional right to settle and travel anywhere in the country (except some sensitive areas). But that regionalism has been growing is not a fact that can be ignored either. There is a disconnect somewhere in the fabric of the nation that the politicians have not only failed to address, but have now perhaps started to exploit for their selfish gains. But despite these arguments, is Thackeray right in what he is propagating?

On November 26, 2008, when his (Raj Thackeray) Maharashtra had been attacked, where were he and his mumbaikar gundaas? He should have stepped in himself to save the city that he claims to be that of only TRUE MUMBAIKARS and he was quiet, just because the people were foreign nationals or because he can fight only with innocent people not with the terrorists? He opens his mouth when he wants to play GANDI RAJNEETI and run to make a political issue out of that..Abusing and Threatening is not politics..In many other speeches he has abused, threatened north Indians and Biharis but Mumbai police did not take any concrete steps towards him. But if someone is writing against him Mumbai police is immediately taking action.

I don't agree if someone says Raj Thackeray should be killed...no we don't have the authority or right to say this...by "we" I mean all Indians...and nor does we have any right to say that we will attack someone...that we will beat Biharis on breakfast, lunch and dinner...whether it is President of India or whether it is a common man residing in anywhere in India, no body has the right to say things like this as per the constitution I know...but here we have Mr. Raj Thackeray who has been saying things like this and not just him, there are many MNS supporters are spewing venom against Non Marathi People, there are many who have abused Lalu and other north Indian leaders but the same police is not taking any action, at least I have not read any news regarding this. Why? So I fail to understand why no action is taken against them. Isn't this going to create doubts in mind that government and police are with Raj Thackeray?
I believe in the years to come, we will experience a civil war, or even worse we might even need Tourist Visas or Work Permit to step into Maharashtra.
Why all this happening, in the name of Language, State or POLITICS?

Is your next- to- door neighbour an Alien?

Recently, scientists from Bulgaria proposed a hypothesis saying aliens had been living with us-the earthly denizens- since time immemorial and even today they had their presence in our world. Published in the in-house journal of Bulgarian Science Academy, the report went on to claim that the extraterrestrial beings are ubiquitous here on the earth and one needs only an ever-alert set of eyes and ‘that extra sense and urge’ to be able to ‘decipher’ them and kick off the interaction.
Well, far-fetched as it may sound, the theory can not be outrightly belied. Scientists for long have been vouching for the acceptance of aliens’ presence on earth in primitive and during the early developmental phase of civilizations across the globe. Erich Von Danikin, the controversial Swiss author who boasts of penning some of the most popular books of this genre like The Chariots of the Gods (1968), The Return of the Gods (1997), The Arrival of the Gods (1998) and History is Wrong (2009) firmly believes that intelligent extraterrestrial life exists and has entered the cosmic dimension of solar system in past. To substantiate his hypothesis, he refers to the evidence of gigantic monuments built across the world at a time when technological skill of human race was almost zero. Erich says the creation of tall structures like the pyramid of Egypt, Stonehenge and statues of Easter Island was effected either by visiting aliens or by the human beings having learned the required technological skill from their intellectually superior guests.
Erich is not alone. There are several others who propose similar arguments. Take this for instance- a close examination of customs and religious texts of various civilizations-extinct or still existing- have the reference of some kinds of air and space vehicles (the Hindu scriptures are full of such descriptions like Pushpak Viman) and strange looking creatures appearing out of the blue and being accepted as gods for their inhuman abilities and intellectual superiority. Sumerian texts describe one of their gods as an eagle-faced god whose abode is said to have been among stars. Similarly we have in Hindu mythologies an avalanche of gods whose place of residence is thought to be somewhere in aakash(sky) or antariksha(space) – a clear indication of them having some extraterrestrial connections.
Another argument that can be put forward to back up the existence of aliens is concerned with the theory of evolution. No matter, what proofs Charles Darwin has of vindicating the slow gradual descent of life from non-life and from animal to man, the theory is somewhat flawed as it fails to explain the development of human mind. Among all forms of life, small and huge, developed and their much-developed version (such as; small fish and their micro version the blue whale), only human beings are endowed with the cerebral intelligence. Why not others?
A Darwin will immediately refers to the gradual development of a group of forest-living monkeys into full-fledged men whose anatomy is still somewhat similar to that of guerillas and chimpanzees- two of the refined versions of monkeys. The question that remains unanswered is why only a specific segment of monkeys and why not others?
The scientific experiments have proved that even the best of the conditions and environment can not help a guerilla or a chimpanzee transform itself into a complete human.
So, what do all these point to?
Who were the ultimate creators of human race? Maybe aliens- a bunch of extraterrestrial species whose advancement of science must have been well hundred years ahead of present day humans? Well, this can be a proposition – the scientifically-equipped aliens landed on the earth and by means of genetical engineering manipulated genes of a specific group of monkeys whom they found intellectually superior of other life forms(on earth ) and very close to them in appearance. The ever-developing human race may be the result of this ‘manipulation.’
Hard to believe? Tough to accept?
Well, nothing to lose sleep over. It’s just one of the hypothesis like many others we have regarding the evolution of life on earth and the evolution of galaxy itself and of course the existence of god and of ghosts.
Let’s wait for the moment when this tied thread of mystery is unspooled. Till then, continue your quest to discover aliens. Who knows when and where you happen to bump into one. As the Bulgarian scientists vouch for their presence on earth, what about your next-to-door neighbor turning out to be an extraterrestrial being? Rush before he or she disappears………………………………………………………
Best wishes!


n.b.- the views expressed here are personal opinions of authors and one needs not to take any kind of offence. The author can be contacted on iconoclast.oz@gmail.com – in case of any query or suggestion.

dignity n satisfaction (read deegneeti n satisfacson..:P)

majority ppl pronounce it ths way na..haha..

d views expressed here are bloggers n d blogger dsnt intnd to hurt ne1s feelings or luk dwn upon ne1s views..d blogger believes TO EACH HIS OWN..

nw y im gona write on these 2 wrds..cz fr d last few days im nly hearng these two wrds frm ppl arnd me..n im nly seeng these 2 wrds in evrybody's profiles..

sm ppl say tht its a universal truth tht ppl cnt b satisfied..f9 i agree..bt thn ppl dnt ve much option thn to b satsfied smtyms or else one is nvr gng to b hppy..mahatma gandhi once said tht if u feel u r 2 rich jst luk at ppl above u n if u fel tht ur too poor n miserabl thn luk at ppl below u..so ws he a fool 2 ve said sch a thng..?mny ppl mi8 thnk so..bt i dnt..its gud nt to be satisfied..bt its bad to alwes be dissatisfied..ppl who r alwes dissatisfied wl succeed alwes is nt sure..bt atlst shw sm gratitude to god if 1 blvs in Him fr wtevr he hs gvn ..cz thr r milions of ppl who r in conditions worse dn we r in..ds is my blf n i dnt wnt othrs 2 subscribe to it..smtyms v ve to b satisfied wd wt v ve..bt bng satisfied dsnt mean we sdnt strive to be b8r..if nthng ele evry1 cn strive to b b8r human bngs atlst..wtsay..??

n thn thr r sm ppl who say dt ppl who say thy r satisfied r dhongi..im usng ths wrd cz im nt able to fnd a suitable englsh wrd fr it..:P..wt a judgemental statement nahi..??im nt sayng im nt judgemntal bt to mk sch an awful remark abt ppl is surely hiting below d belt..newys..y wd bill gates gv millions in charity if he wsnt satisfied wd d dollars he hs..?if he wsnt satisfied wd hw mch he hd..instead of donating he wd keep it al loked up in hs loker..watsay..???

now let me come to d wrd dignity..baapre sch a heavy wrd n ppl use it here n thn..as if it means burgers ..newys wt is dignity..jst writing abt it..i fnd slf respect a b8r trm dn dignity..as lng as i knw im true wt wrld says abt me is crap fr me..bt the day i stop bng true to myslf ..dt wl b d day i ve to sit up n strt tkng notice of whr im heading..bng true to evrybd is f9 bt bng true 2 self is better..isnt it..??im nt gonna write ne mr on ds wrd..cz nt mny ppl r fit to cumnt on wrds lyk dignity..d day i feel i cn write more n do justice to ds wrd..i wl..

one more thng i wd lyk to shre...WE THNK COURAGE IS IN HOLDING ON BUT SMTYMS IT IS IN LETTING GO..

its out of place bt i ve writn it cz i like it..

c ya..

satyajit ray

My new poster creation on ray and pather panchali. Special dedication to Ankit and TRF students...

रातें..

ये झिलमिल सितारे और सुनसान ये रातें।





न जाने हैं किस पर हैं मेहरबान ये रातें।











कोई है सोया और खोया सपनों में,





कोई है ढूंढता अपनों को अपनों में,





किसी की आंखों में नींद नहीं है,





कोई लम्बी नींद ले रहा कफनों में।





हर सुख-दुःख से हैं अनजान ये रातें।





न जाने किस पर हैं मेहरबान ये रातें।











किसी को किसी की याद आ रही है,





एक-एक लम्हे के बाद आ रही है,





कोई तो हो जो सुने इनकी भी,




दिल के कोने से फ़रियाद आ रही है।





कितनों के दिल की हैं अरमान ये रातें। न जाने...

कोई किसी के ग़म में जी रहा है,

चुपके से आंखों के आँसू पी रहा है,





किसी की बेरूखी से दिल के टुकड़े हुए,





उन्ही टुकड़ों को कोई सी रहा है।





बहुतों को लगती हैं बेईमान ये रातें। न जाने...











एक मैं हूँ जो आधी नींद में हूँ,





दुनिया को जीत लूँगा इसी जिद में हूँ,





मुझको है अपनी कामयाबियों का इंतज़ार,





बस उन्हीं, हाँ उन्हीं की उम्मीद में हूँ।





काश! हो जाएँ मेरी निगेहबान ये रातें।





हो जाएँ मुझ पर मेहरबान ये रातें।

characters- languid geniuos

For last couple of days I have been extremely busy attending marriage ceremonies. The visit to Azamgadh( as a crew member of 'baarati') was awesome and so was the feast at diamond hotel. Moving ahead with the 'characters', today i have brought for you another very special person.
In cricket, we have always had two distinct clans of great batsmen.
There are ones who are master at picking the length of the ball well before it is delivered. Eagle-eyed, willow-wielders of this type get onto the position as the bowler closes in to thunder the red cherry(it can be white as well and orange too, if recent news is to be believed) and dispatch it into the stands. Players like the great Don Bradman, maverick Vivian Richards and our own duo of little masters Sunny Gavaskar and Sachin Tendulkar - all of them can be dubbed as the exponents of this aforementioned category.
But greatness of batting is not confined to only this amazingly rich 'pro-active class.'
There has always been another clan of great cricketers whose technique is not so much of pro-active but of languid in nature. Willow-weilders of this slightly late-reactors group appear to have all the time in the world as they gear up to face the red cherry. They allow the ball to come as close to them as it can be and just as it seems to going past them, you hear the delicate sound of willow kissing the leather and the ball disappearing into crowd. Len Hutton, Brian Lara and Inzamam-Ul-Haq- all of these all-time greats have their technique built around this purely aesthetic style of lazy elegance.
Azam Khan, the stylish banarasi lad from our batch is like the aforementioned latter group of great batsmen. Never pro-active but always assured of himself and his conducts, he has his unique ways and methods to deal with a situation, howsoever challenging it may be.
The best part of his personality is his ultra-cool approach to a problem. Nothing can really get him into a tizzy. Like a general assured of victory, he will take his time, will not panic and devise his own time-tested methods to unspool the thread of the concerned problem.
Azam is one of the very few guys whom I would interact in my early days of 1st semester. As luck would have it, we were paired for presentations of both c-101 and c-105 courses. Working with him was a real fun (I must say one of the best group I ever worked). His nonchalance was a perfect foil to my impatience and rashness resulting in a satisfactory streak of presentations.
Now before you take him for a serious and unanimated guy, let me tell you he is lively too. His off-the-cuff (unique too) humors are well-cherished among us. On and off, whenever his mood permits, he produces real pranks (recently he, in his inimitable style conned us into believing that he would be soon married. It was only a couple of weeks after that the 'hoax' was finally dispelled with the truth of him projecting his brother's marriage as his came to the fore).
And one more thing- azam’s description can never be complete without the reference to his tryst with mobile phones and the world of business. Beside studies, he helps his father and brother in managing a mobile-shop. Such is his commitment to the family business as he can be seen working on the accounts even during class hour (apart from that he also spends a fare amount of class hour in dissecting the mobile phone sets of almost all the fellow class mates). Doesn’t it affect his studies?
It must be and it does, to some extent, but Azam is all about being totally in control of the circumstances (he is in) despite their enormities and demands.

Hats off Mr. Khan, amen!

बर्फ का पिघलना

क्या आपने देखा है
सर्दियो के मौसम में
वर्फ को पिघलते हुए
हा! मैंने देखा है
वार्फानी एक रात में
सुंदर घने एक वृक्ष के नीचे
एक मीठी चिंगारी के पास
वर्फ के दो टुकरे
सरकते हुए
आपस में जा मिले
मगर ये क्या
वो तो पिघलने लगे
सर्दियो के मौसम में
वर्फ का पिघलाना
आश्चर्य नही
मिलन का आहसास है .

इंसानों की बस्ती

कौन चाहता है यहाँ

कौन दीखता है यहाँ

कौन रुकता है यहाँ

आते और जाते लोग यहाँ

ऐसे दीवानों की बस्ती और कहाँ ?????


कुछ पाने की होड़ में

सब रिश्तों की जोड़ में

मन की जोड़-तोड़ में

मिल जाते हैं लोग यहाँ

ऐसे अरमानों की बस्ती और कहाँ ?????


ख़ुद को आगे बढ़ाने के लिए

अपने किए गुनाहों को छिपाने के लिए

हर किसी को छलने के लिए

होते हैं तैयार लोग यहाँ

ऐसे बेईमानों की बस्ती और कहाँ ??????


चुप है जुबान बुराई से डरकर

झुका है सर सच्चाई को छोड़कर

शर्मसार है इंसानियत अपना वजूद जानकर

रहते है ऐसे लोग यहाँ

ऐसे इंसानों की बस्ती और कहाँ ??????