A wonderful poem by Harivanshrai Bachchan

This poem has amazing potential...

जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वोह बेहद प्यारा था
वोह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अम्बर के आँगन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फिर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अम्बर शोक मनाता है

जो बीत गयी सो बात गयी ...

जीवन में था वो एक कुसुम
थे उस पे नित्य न्योछावर तुम
वो सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुवन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
जो मुरझाई फिर कहाँ खिली
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पे
कब मधुवन शोक मनाता है ?

जो बीत गयी सो बात गयी...

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वोह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आँगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिटटी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों में कब मदिरालय पछताता है ?

जो बीत गयी सो बात गयी...

मृदु मिटटी के हैं बने हुए
मधु घाट फूटा ही करतें हैं
लघु जीवन लेके आये हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फिर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घाट मधु के प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मरे हैं
वो मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वो कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घाट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है?

जो बीत गयी सो बात गयी...

One of my favorites...needless to say!
Enjoy the learning!

Life's Experiences

Professional life is issue based (people hardly appreciate it)...you may agree with one person on one issue and completely disagree with the same individual on the next matter...display of blind faith and rigid loyalty in any one at the workplace is smartless and spineless at the same time. Smartless because you are not applying yourselves and letting your mind atrophy; Spineless because perhaps you do not have the guts to retort, refute or simply disagree...for it requires some conviction and courage to face the adversities that would eventually ensue upon disagreeing.

Ogden Nash has something wonderful to say regarding this...

"Sometimes with secret pride I sigh
To think how tolerant am I;
Then wonder which is really mine:
Tolerance or a rubber spine?

Ogden Nash, 'Yes and No', 1938

Ok, so it is heavy duty stuff, but do not let your brain take so much load guys... :)
Btw...I plan to include it in my book. Plagiarists beware:it's my life's experience! Go make some faults of your own! ;)

Yes, I am this and that...

Finally I seem to have found that opening to my book ...that would exlain 'me' completely :)

Since childhood I have been a person to whom brainwave comes only as an afterthought, come-back lines come way after the onslaught of insult...yes, I never was swift on the uptake.

So, you want to sue me over this?

:)

Just the beginning...more to come

Su

जब फ़ोन की घन्टी बजती है तो कहते हैं "हेलो"

The arrival of telecom revolution in my locality came as a rude shock to me when repeated entreaties to the sabziwallah to stop his pull-cycle failed. While running towards his cycle I wondered what the reason could be for this sudden deafness, when he shouted, a bit annoyed "मैडम फ़ोन पर हूँ"। I stopped midway, open mouthed and embarrassed। Upon overhearing the conversation, my jaw was ready to hit the ground

"मैडम मैं अभी दूसरी गली में हूँ...और १५ मिनट लगेंगे शाम नाथ मार्ग आने में........"

The busy man was explaining some other madam from some other gali when he would be there to sell...

As if this was not enough, my bai (a recent temporary replacement for the regular one) gave me her set of directions in the evening...

"बीबीजी अपना मोबाइल नम्बर दो..."

...it was a 'not-to-be-ignored' command and I hastily obliged... Pulling out her NOKIA, she beep-booped in a style so professional, it would have put Bipasha Basu of the 'Corporate' to shame! Dazzled and speechless I waited...

"बीबीजी में आपको missed call दे रही हूँ...आगे से रात में कब आना है उस नम्बर पर फ़ोन कर देना। "...A tart reminder that her time was not to be wasted like last night...I could give her a mute nod...what else। :)

Scribblings provoked by Jurisprudence...

Teaching can be an insightful activity, especially if it is Jurisprudence- the only subject of law that touches upon philosophy.

The following lines led me to think and write
[Our individualistic right centered thinking] institutionalises isolation, legitimises the egoistic pursuit of self interest, and turns each individual in an isolated monad (single and alone)-withdrawn into himself; a limited individual who is limited to himself...it draws a boundary around each individual which others are forbidden to cross, and confines him to his clearly demarcated and fully fortified world"


नानी तुम थी स्वतंत्रता सेनानी
तो सुनाओ न उस दौर की कोई कहानी...

बिटिया थी मैं सेनानी
और याद हैं मुझे कई कहानियाँ ज़ुबानी

बात है तब की जब हम कहते गर्व से थे..."हम हिन्दुस्तानी"
ये मेरी धरती धानी
जहाँ कोस कोस पर बदले पानी
चार कोस पे बानी...

अब कहाँ रही वो बात पुरानी
रह गई बस कहानी
दिलों मैं फासले और दूरियां हैं घनी
जल्दी बड़ी हो बिटिया...तुम्हें है ये नफरत मिटानी...

Faith...or? I wonder...

तुलसी भरोसे राम के निर्भय हो कर सोये
अनहोनी होती नहीं...होनी हो सो होए...

Faith always moves and intrigues me at the same time.

Belief or 'विश्वास' as one may put in Hindi...वोह अँधा ही होता है. Either it is there, in absolute; or absent abolutely. Any mediocrity here spells pretence, ostentation. Ramakrishna said this eons ago and I understand a new facet of it everytime I see people giving unto the Supreme...with weepy eyes,hands folded or raised in prayer before their God; my God; their hearts full of hope and mind full of conviction that everything would be OK...that this too will pass. So complete must be this feeling of 'faith'...intriguing indeed.

Just random thoughts stirred by the doha...

:)