जाना हो तो जाओ !

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जाना हो तो जाओ मगर कुछ पढ़ते- सुनते जाओ; मेरे भावों के उद्वेग को दो क्षण देखते जाओ।

मन में आशा का जो बीज बोया था तुमने वो अब पौधा हो चला है- जाना हो तो जाओ; जड़ों में मट्ठा देकर जाओ।

साथ तुम्हारे हुमको कुछ, लक्ष्य मिले; नए उद्येश्य मिले- जाना हो तो जाओ; मगर नए ध्येय सुझाते जाओ।

तुम्हारी सहायता से अपना एक रूप, पीछे छोड़कर आए हैं - जाना हो तो जाओ मगर सत्मार्ग बताते जाओ।

अब तक की सहयात्रा से अनेक मधुर स्म्रतियाँ जुड़ बैठी हैं - जाना हो तो जाओ; इनकी हत्या करते जाओ।
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रात और योद्धा

रात के निबिड़ अन्धकार को चीरते हुए दीपक ; मरघट से सन्नाटे में दूर कहीं, बैलों के गले में बंधी घंटियों की सरगम; कालिमा को चुनौती देते चन्द्रमा और नक्षत्र - कौन कहता है कि गाँवों में रात शिथिल होती है ?

ये सब मात्र विरोधाभास नहीं; उस संघर्ष की ओर इंगित करते हैं जो स्वर्ण-पुरूष का आगमन होते ही किसी को खेत में; किसी को घर के चूल्हे के आगे; किसी को कतरनी पर; किसी को बाग़ में करना होगा।

क्यूंकि हमारी पुस्तकों के प्रष्ठ भले ही रक्त-रंजित युद्धों का बखान करें असल युद्ध तो कृषक खेत में, मौसम की रुखाई से; स्त्रियाँ घर में चूल्हे के आगे झुलसाने वाली गर्मी से और कहीं कोई निर्धन अपने रोग से लड़ता है।

योद्धाओं को देखने किसी छावनी में जाने की आवश्यकता ही क्या जब हमारे-आपके बीच ऐसे-ऐसे योद्धा मौजूद हैं जो हर दिन अस्तित्व का युद्ध लड़ते हैं - अपने लिए और अपने परिवार के लिए।

One more war

To the elite who wanted to snatch what 'should' belong to the ordinary.

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One more war; before weapons drop;
One more war; before we give up;
One more war; before we lie;
One more war; before comrades flee;
One more war; before the dusk;
One more war; before the moon sets;
One more war; before the sun rises;
One more war; before mind is clouded;
One more war; before body gives in;
One more war; before I die.

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Bas intna sa khwab hai

The image on the left is that of Sony Ericsson K 790 i - object of desire for me; for the past six months or so. FM, Music Player, 3.2 MP camera- everything I ever wanted out of a cellphone. April is about to end- one more month and I'll go to New Delhi or Mumbai or maybe stay back in namma Bengaluru nagara for an internship. This internship will, in all probability be a paid one (for once) and the khwab will hopefully be realised.

Mistrust

It's said that Venture Capitalists suffer in their personal life because they spend half their day looking for some flaw in business plans submitted to them for consideration. Analogically, if one is surrounded by people who have betrayed their loved ones and kept them in dark; he/she will find it hard to trust others. I had a first-hand experience of this theory if I may call it so. Anyhow; now that it appears I have almost begun the process of salvaging myself from the quagmire (at least it seems so) I've understood how dangerous and destructive mistrust can be even on petty issues.

Sleep

Sleep has started knocking on the door to my mind and I am feeling terribly lonely ... without you- waiting for a night when we'll lie beside each other hand in hand, gazing at each other ... waiting for sleep to knock again.

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Not another Birthday party

Tushar Tarun alias Tutu alias Thoku alias Shaktimaan turned 23 on 1st of April (Fool's day). On this ocassion the 'b'day boy' treated me, Tagore, Abhishek (since he doesn't read my blog anyway I guess I could have used his nickname Lollon), Babua and Munna at SBX, Gopalan Mall on the night of March 31. The main attraction of this gathering was undoubtedly Lollon's antics- how I wish I could upload a video showing how he inimitably twisted his index finger and said, "Abhas, yaar ek question". What was meant to be my brain-washing and perhaps leg-pulling session soon turned out to be 'dragging' and 'threatening' session with Lolu virtually dragging everyone who dared to venture out of thie vicinity of the table back to their place and threatening to break open a bottle on the head of anyone who dared to interrupt him in course of his sermon about the virtues of 'alcohol consumption'. How could Tutu be far behind, he joined Lollon in launching a barrage of allegations against me - for not living my life to the fullest (read, quitting consumption of alcoholic beverages), for living in a state of self-denial, for losing my individuality and thereby leading the life of a pensioner when I was hardly 23. For the first time in my life I felt I could give these Jain monks and ascetics a run for their money if only I continued to live in the same state of self-denial for a few more years. Then began a poetic illustration and elaboration of 'my principles' by Lollon. At this juncture it struck me- I had perhaps heard a similar description in the movie Dharmadhikari wherein Jitendra accuses his father (played by Dilip Kumar) of being a patthar ka insaan, neeti-vaan insaan. All this while, Lollon had been vehemently denying being under the spell of UB pitcher. This spell of patronising sermons was marked by Munna's attempts to mimic Tagore's pronunciation of k(h)ana and his short-lived visits (thanks to the zealous dragging by Lollon) to the table occupied by Madam S'kam who happened to be there alongwith Mr. S'kam himself. The party abruptly came to an end for me when I realised that the Rs. 300/- offer had indeed done wonders for Lollon, Munna and Tutu. By the time I could leave, Lollon had gulped few glasses of the stronger beverage which was being consumed by Tutu and Munna. Anyhow, I returned to the hostel with Babua. The next day I bunked off the last two hours and came back to the room. I noticed the door to Lollon's room was ajar and I went into his room. The brilliant orator of the last night was down with a nasty hangover and the first question he asked me was "..how did I reach the hostel last night?"- this from a person who was claiming not to be drunk at all and in a condition to ride his bike at 100. Perhaps I have been a bit too harsh on the chief victim of the irrestible Rs. 300/- offer, but then I had to choose a scapegoat to justify the title of this post.