Friday, April 15, 2011

कुछ सवाल......


हर सुबह
अधखुली-सी
नींद में
अलसाई आँखें
जाग उठती हैं
अचानक!
जब आइने में
देखता हूँ, कि
पलकों तले से
शीशे-से साफ़
बेचैन सपने
पूछते हैं
बस एक सवाल-
‘कब करोगे मुझको पूरा?’

हर शाम
मजबूर हूँ
ढूँढने को
एक बहाना, कि
क्या कहूँगा!
जब दृगों में
लेकर चमक
बड़ी नादानागी से
हृदय मेरा
हर शाम
पूछता है
बस एक सवाल-
‘कब कहोगे उनसे तुम
दिल की बात?’

Monday, April 11, 2011

MECHANICAL Engineer.

 
I am not as tough as you think always
My toughness means to withstand shocks
So i sustain in hours of wounds and pains
I am not as hard as you think always
My hardness only counts for surface
Its not true reflection of my face
I claim my thoughts are sweet
And, my inner as soft as infant
But no one there to accept
Since i have a tag......
'MECHANICAL ENGINEER'
But i am sure that one day
you will agree to accept.... that
Mechanical engineer too have a heart

Who cared for ‘what is in me?’
Where malleability is in my instinct
And ductile blood runs in the veins
You scorned my dark and rough look
But forgot to look my crystals’ shine
Lots of virtues lie in me-
All that i wanted to say, but
You never came but only blamed-
‘My rigidity can not be shaped.......’
If you had ever tried to change me
Then you had no reason to blame me
You had to do only one thing
Just had to put a love-blow on me
then you would have felt that
I was soft and enough ductile
To take the shape of your choice
Probably, then, someday
You could have known.....that
Mechanical engineer too have a heart

Thursday, April 7, 2011

What did Afridi speak right?


India vs Pakistan. How one can forget that semi final of world cup, does not matter which side he belongs to because either it is past ecstatic moments or wounds always flash and go long way. With the god’s efforts and by the choice and grace of eternal God the India got the chance of flooding out on the streets, shouting in the joy and creating the disturbance in the air at the time of mid night. Every city of India witnessed those rapturous moments. People’s ecstasy at their extreme. Definitely, this kind of scene’s eruption was indispensable since it was the matter of India’s win over Pakistan....Our victory- A great feeling in the blood. Perhaps it was far far great victory than kargil war that without a single blood-drop loss we could drove Pakistan off the ground. A war without blood; a war without bullets, but boiling bloods on both sides of the line.

The defeated team reached its destiny –its mother land. The captain interacted with country’s media. Whatever Shahid afridi spoke that it was enouh to make him hit on facebook of Indian profiles. People uploaded that interview video on facebook in his appreciation with the comments like ‘i am really impressed by his views’. But afridi failed to hold Indian admirers for more than two days by giving his another statement. Again this guy was put up on the facebook with the abuses and spitting on him. Sale paki ki maa ki ankh. Ye asshole kabhi nahi sudharenge. Sale terrorist ki aulad. Salon ne dikha di na apni aukaat. Why did we erupt at his statement? Probabily it hurts our sentiments or ego by saying that Indians’ heart is not as big as they have..... India-pakistan friendship can not go long way. But i feel that everything he spoke was not just a hollow pitcher. Before we would have thought that he might have been partially right, our injured ego denied to think over the matter positively maintaining the old notion that a pakistani would always spit ill of india.

But if he had said that indian media was negative and showed the things with hyper, then i think he is not complete wrong. Probably he might have felt this during his stay and interaction with indian media. I feel that most of the time these mews channels are torturing. How can you tolerate india TV, etc...?? Most of the news channels show things with the manner which is appealing to me as “sui ka fawada”. Yesterday i was watching some news channel and news jockey making blab blab over next coming cricket event IPL..... First IPL match of the season between KKR and Chennai....kya dhoni aur gambhir ho jayenge dushman? Kya dono bhool jayenge vishwa cup ki dosti?? This kind of non sense this bloody media is serving on TV screen to our innocent public. Why don’t we refuse to accept this bull-shit?

I don’t get understood what they want to convey or i am not innocent??

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

wo bechara...




















kitna khush tha wo bechara
jab college mein aaya tha
char baras ki masti ka bas
ek hi sapana laaya tha
kathhin badey they shurwati din
ki senior koi bhi le leta tha
maan ke usko mandir-ghanta
koi bhi thapada deta tha
time bahut hai exam mein
abhi pad kar kya hoga
kar le masti jee bhar bachchhe
ye manzar fir kal na hoga
ye hidayat thi usko
uske sab senior mitro ki
eish uthha, dhuan uda
mat parwaha kar satron ki
do chaar mahine gujare ki
rangat uski badal gayi
funde dena seekh gaya wo
bhokal ke sang har baat hui
padhne ke liye umar padi hai
abhi masti kar lene do
abhi to kuchh bhi nahi chadi hai
pyala kuchh aur bharne do
kab ghadi ki suiyan ghumi
kab shaam se subaha hui
kisko fikra bhala class ki
subaha ko apni raat hui
kab kaise din gujar gaye
iska koi ehsaas na tha
chaar baras jo mehnat ki
waqt use dikhlane ka tha
tie laga ke , baal bana ke
gaya wo interview dene
sawal jabab ke jariye se
MNC me good job lene
kitna khush hua tha wo
jab job usne MNC me payi
job badi shaandar hogi
is illusion me neend na aayi
ab baitha hai wo bechara
us MNC ke office mein
ghis raha hai nirantar apni
time kaatne ki koshish mein
mail karo aur mail padho
din bhar ka kaam hai ye
do char print , xerox kar ke
xerox work ka experience le
soch raha hai ab bechara
kyun engineering usne ki
gar pata hota pehle se to
kya jarurat thi ghisne ki

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