ENIGMA

One lonely morning.....

He woke up and stared at the ceiling with nothing there to see wondering the turn his life has taken. Pulling himself up, he sat down and wondered is this all worth it?? As always ignoring his question, he got up and prepared for another tiring day of what was worthless to him. The dates on the calendar keeps on changing but his fate is at a standstill. The person he used to be is no more inside of him, this world has changed and he had to change in order to maintain some perspective in this brutal society. All the happiness, ideals and aspirations are in there somewhere rusting like an old iron in a junkyard. He deals with his daily trauma of coping with another day as the sun sets to the horizon sinking his heart to the disappointment he got from loving someone rather than himself. Tired of all this and to get rid of his loneliness he joins some friends for an outing, encountering yet another situation where people are trying too hard to make others realize how terrific their life is and living a lie at the same time. He returns home packs his stuff and waits outside for his taxi, he saw an old man who seems a bit devious at the midnight stroke of the hour. The old man smokes his beedi and watches everyone in their heyday. He went and sat beside the old man and started the nimble conversation. He asked the old man, "what are you doing so late, don't you have to sleep??" The old man replied, "I have nowhere to sleep". He offered old man some money but it was refused. Perplexed he look at the old man and rebuked at him, "you don't have money, nowhere to sleep and perhaps you may be hungry. Why are you refusing my money??". The old man replied, "I don't need money to sleep, I can sleep anywhere since I lost my money to my children, what I am awake for is to see this calmness and everybody trying to figure out what they would never be able to do because we kill our own dreams the very next moment we weave them so as to get a place in a society, which is too complex in itself." The old man took out his blanket and slept leaving the person more abashed, until he realized that he is the person holding himself back in order to belong to somewhere and in the process changed who he actually was. He saw some glimpses of his old self, that night, trying to figure out what a homeless person said whom he used to ignore every time during the day when he was busy doing what he never liked.

"Don't give up on your dreams, or your dreams will give up on you" : John Wooden 

संदेश

“We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.” ― J.K. Rowling

To my fellow INDIANS : Be proud of what you have because you are from INDIA and INDIA is                                                 from you

To those targeting and mocking INDIA : No society is perfect but atleast ours is great.

यह है संदेश मेरा,

शोर मचाने वालो से,

अपने ही आँगन में,

आग लगाने वालो से।।

कोसने का कर नज़ारा,

बनाई तुमने पहचान,

पर किया दागदार,

इस देश का गिरेबान।।

सुविधाओ में रहते हो,

पर भूख का करते ढोंग,

उड़ाते हो मज़ाक गरीबी का,

फैलाते हो तुम ये रोग।।

जात पात का करके बहाना,

मांगते आज़ादी की बीख,

नासमझ नहीं हो इतने,

ले लो इंसानियत की तुम भी सीख।।

बनते जिस किसान के तुम हितैषी,

इस मिटटी को उसने सींचा है,

शूरवीरों की कुर्बानी से,

चौड़ा तुम्हारा सीना है।।

बताओ अपनी आज़ादी की परिभाषा,

क्यों फैलाते हो तुम निराशा,

जिस की तुम देते दुहाई,

चाहे वो मार्तभूमि की तबाही।।

बुद्धिजीवियों को क्या दे नसीहत,

करते जो अपनी वतन की फजीहत,

कलम की समझो तो ज़रा ताकत,

बंद करो ये गिरी हुई हरकत।।

हिन्दू मुस्लिम सिख ईसाई,

बनकर तो देखो तुम भी भाई,

उठो समझो हो तुम इंसान,

हर दिल में बस रहे हिन्दुस्तान।।

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THE FREEDOM FORGOTTEN

"FREEDOM IS WHAT YOU DO WITH WHAT'S BEEN DONE TO YOU"

The midnight hour of 15th August 1947 saw the celebrations of a country which had acquired its independence after relentless struggle.The speech given by the first Prime minister of India Jawaharlal Nehru was the promise of a new ray of hope for the people of his country whose aspirations for a brighter future were just turned into reality.But this was just the beginning as the people of this free India had the task of taking this country forward and give its children a much brighter future and comfortable life.

When we see the progress of our country after 68 years of independence we often find our country in a situation where it enjoys second position in the world in IT industry,second largest armed forces in the world,second largest cell phone users,third largest internet users,seventh largest area and fifth in world rankings of GDP growth rate.With second largest population in the world of 1.252 billion and considered as hardworking and smart workforce in the world,the citizens of our country had the power to change the fortunes from which they had been deprived off during the colonial rule in India.But today we face challenges like overpopulation,poverty,illiteracy,crime against women and children,communal issues,corruption and so on.The list is endless but grievances of a common man are seldom entertained by those who are elected by us to serve the country through their judgement guided by the Constitution of India.And more than anything else,a question which doesn't strike us but is very essential to be answered is that 'Is this freedom forgotten??????'    

And the answer is 'YES',the freedom for which our ancestors dedicated their lives and souls has been taken for granted by us.This freedom was obtained at the cost of the lives of numerous heroes who gave even the last drop of their blood to the struggle for independence of this great nation and due to which we today stand as the largest democracy in the world.The same freedom has been forgotten by the modern Indians who are busy in satisfying their selfish motives in their day to day life.However,we are reminded of this freedom on national holidays and in speeches of our politicians so that they can extract their share of  votes by deceiving  the citizens of our country.  

Today we are yet again slaves to our own mentality right from choosing our representatives to enjoying the rights given to us by this great Constitution of India.We feel all politicians are corrupt and we choose the one who we hope is less corrupt.At the time of elections,we see an ideal picture of our nation in the promises of politicians but illusions become very clear when these promises are not implemented when the person is elected.After scams and scams we criticize them but at the end we adapt to the situation blaming them for the debacle.But Do we play our part well?? The answer is a big 'NO' because if these politicians are corrupt,its because we don't take a stand against them.Our youngsters restrain themselves from joining politics considering it as not a good option.We boast that we have equal rights for all.But what about equal opportunities???? because rights without opportunities are worthless and many are denied of these opportunities due to discrimination on basis of gender,religion,caste,creed and various socio-economic factors.Even the schemes that can benefit our people cannot be implemented as they become victims of unrest among various religions.We blame others for doing wrong things and we don't bring the change hoping that one person cannot change the world.

This needs to change and we need to change it.Once we have a sense of mutual respect for each other,we can win over others because conquering someone is not something that we inherit from our great civilization.And at that moment this Forgotten freedom will achieve its true value.   

"India is,the cradle of human race,the birth place of human speech,the mother of history,the grandmother of legend,and the great grandmother of tradition.Our most valuable and most instructive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only"
(MARK TWAIN,AMERICAN AUTHOR)

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LEARNING

The process of learning is so vast,

Knowledge inquires neither our creed nor caste.

Those who impart this precious treasure,

Experience a sense of ultimate pleasure.

Considered as sacred in every religion,

Doesn't discriminate on the basis of region, 

Enhances the skill and purifies the soul,

Advances oneself to focus on our goal.

Ego of knowledge corrupts the will,

As this process is an endless drill.

Ripens the fruits of human desire,

Sincerity in the end is what we require.

Those who honour, this noble quest,

Never fail, when put to test.

                                                            

  

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A DAY TO LIVE

A DAY TO LIVE

Wish i could live for one more day,

My parents and family would let me stay.

Yet another day with the sky turning blue,

A beautiful world being so true.

The magical showers of the noisy rain,

Watching heavy winds strongly drain.

Someone could tell the crime i committed,

Born a girl child why isn't accepted.

What would happen if i see another day,

Take me to temples and let me pray.

For those devils who took away my life,

Devoid me of the love for which i strive.

My mother didn't resist to save my day,

What would be the difference if i chose to stay.

Everything in heaven seems so great,

Let me live for one more day to trade.

Just give up your hate for one more day,

Let me enjoy your love and allow me to stay.

I promise never to return,

Here i am waiting for my turn.

Hope my fate changes next time,

Let not the gender but love be prime.

P.S:Dedicated to the voices against brutal crime of female infanticide

THOUGHT

                                          THOUGHT

Missing the feeling of being alive,

Fainting heart is trying to revive.

Observing the people around,

Judging their morality on every ground.

Lost in search of passion,

Yet finding no suitable relation.

Heeding the support of dear ones,

Only disappointment is gifted by everyone.

But when I realized the things that matter,

All my doubts began to scatter.

Anything with which I was deprived,

Importance of which couldn’t be described.

The illusion of void didn’t last,

Life was once again smooth and fast.

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TOUGH TIMES

The vintage way of leisure,

Turns out to be a very great treasure,

This gives us a sense of pleasure,

Beyond the limits of measure.

 Busy with the prosaic fight,

Trying to do something right,

Tackling the usual fright,

Making our goals go out of sight.

The act of cheering is so tough,

When everything around is so rough,

Indulging in the play of bluff,

Messing around with all our stuff.

When the love ones take the lead,

This is the time that we heed ,

This is the help that we need,

Unconditional without the greed.

 Once the battle of life is won,

We strive for the longer run,

Confidence within is measured in ton,

The wheel of fortune is again spun.

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MISSING SOMETHING

 

Leaving for home ,

Changing the tone,

Felt something was missing ,

That I got,

As if someone was lost.

For the friends i fought,

Today I had a thought,

Those were the missing ones,

Whose loyalty can be measured in tonnes.

The college galleries I traversed,

the couples equation that reversed,

those meaningless discussions,

sharing our dreams and aspirations.

The mental pressure of brutal exams,

Counting of pages to be studied with our palms,

Those cries related to the course,

Getting notes from all possible source.

Will miss those witty chats on watsapp,

And deleting the matter which we consider as crap,

Entering a new world for a bit sometime,

Where friends are secondary and family is prime.

Waiting for the time to return to the place,

Where our activities decides our grace or disgrace,

Filled up lappies at the time of leaving,

And countered friends with false weeping.

But a big bad wolf awaits before that,

That is the result of every carefree brat,

That season of marks will soon be back,

Before that let me sleep and do a bit relax.

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MARKS!!!!!!!!

Marks are ultimate aim,

If missed you are a shame,

Mug up the formula and theory,

Gaining knowledge is a big story,

Fight for it,else you die,

Otherwise you may only try,

Successful are one's who get appreciation,

Losers are those left with admiration.

Parents are proud,praises are loud,

When marks are in crowd,

Some others feel shame,

But no one to blame,

It's more than a game.

Career is on the line,

When nothing goes fine,

Those magical figures,

Become stuck as stickers,

To the personality of a ward,

This makes everything hard,

But to society it's necessary,

When their minds are stationary,

To winners they applaud,

Who obtain marks with or without fraud.

DRINKING POISON-ALCOHOL

A poison which is slow, 

Damages and makes the consumer low.

Cripples the personality, 

Takes away from the reality.

Still some consider it as stylish, 

But this thought is too childish.

Every peg they take, 

Is their big mistake.

A demon worse than greed, 

Becomes a habit, then a need.

Ruins the life, 

To leave it, they strive.

Those with strong will, 

Quit what makes them ill.

Those who continue, mess their lives, 

Becomes difficult for them to survive.

Each day becomes a disgrace, 

This addiction is so grave.

Relations are damaged, 

Economy cannot be managed.

In this struggle of quitting, 

Quantity is increased for consuming.

This life is an agony, 

Death goes without a ceremony.

TRADITION OF GREED-DOWRY

Women are burnt in the fire of greed,

Harassed and tortured at the instance of need,

This act is a horrible deed,

Demons performing this have no caste and creed.

Dowry is offered in the name of gifts,

This is when the morality shifts.

It makes relations more corrupt,

But no one stands to disrupt.

A pathetic act for the sake of tradition,

Prospers due to lack of transition,

Show off is a factor of motivation,

Causes the ultimate devastation.

Unintentionally mistakes are made,

When the foundation of avarice is laid.

As a token of love by the victim’s family,

Honoring emotions, more than reality.

Innocent people are the victim of this crime,

Helplessly bounded by relations and time,

To escape is the only choice,

When no one around hears their voice.

Pride is considered in an ugly sense,

When avid transactions are dispensed.

A mockery of affinity is demonstrated,

And dignity of a woman is humiliated.

Family pride is rated so high,

Except the culprits , everyone cries.

Humanity witnesses the ultimate shame,

In the procedure of this horrific game.

DIVINE PRESENCE

Does god exist?? 

The mind resist,

How is everything working, 

It's my thinking.

If he exist, where he resides, 

Fortune of everyone, who decides.

People exploiting his name, 

Ambitious for acquiring fame.

This idea is so lame, 

Brings his name so much shame.

Searching him in religious places, 

But his presence is in all the spaces.

The knowledge of the holy books, 

Showing us the picture, how it looks.

Pouring that knowledge in our lives, 

Gives us happiness for which we strive.

He resides in our heart, 

Keeps our soul and sins apart.

Make him friend, leave his fear, 

This will push you a step near.

Impart a meaning to your life, 

Don't kill humanity with a knife.

Life is his beautiful creation, 

He left on you its administration.

Easy to spoil, hard to survive, 

Success is for those who revive.

Nor become an atheist, 

Neither become a priest, 

Being human is a suitable act, 

This in life makes a big impact.

Follow his teachings, 

Give others preachings.

Help those who are needy, 

Beware of those who are greedy.

Making others' comfortable, 

Keeps your life stable.

Finding the way out of dark, 

Adds to life a bit more spark.

I am sure that god exist, 

Some however still insist, 

Searching facts to his relevance, 

Raising questions to his existence.

SIKKIM - A WONDERLAND

Sikkim is a wonderland,
You feel this when you stand,
Looking around this scenery,
Everywhere there is greenery,
Lost in the beauty of dis world,
My tensions go by & become null,
To do the job done here we are,
With beautiful mountains laid so far,
Can't I go conquer those peaks,
With sinking interest of those geeks,
Sikkim is a wonderland again I say,
These nests are kept here to stay ,
Forgotten what is beauty in big city,
This feeling today is so pretty,
But how to forget we are here to study,
Mug up the notes & fulfil the duty,
Never had such a life,
Fruits like us are here to ripe,
Lack of resources is a trauma,
Everyday here is a drama,
Still I feel it is a wonderland,
This god gift of god is so grand.

COLLEGE

College is a pool of knowledge,
To which everyone acknowledge,
Mines of brain & makes students strain,
Sometimes fun but several times pain,
Classes are conducted, students abducted.
Some may impress,
Others lay in distress,
Sleep is the best buddy,
When it doesn't let you study,
End of lecture brings a big smile,
False habits become a style,
The most happy times here we spend,
Fashion here becomes a trend,
Examination fever is very furious,
But people become more notorious.
College fests become celebrations, 
Public involvement becomes unusual addictions.
Friendships are broken, relations are dark, 
when selfish tides make their mark.
Freedom is newly acquired ornament, 
many ruin it, others make it enjoyment, 
still it is a better place, 
to make you graceful or bring disgrace.

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

Started when a child is born, 
Like a beautiful bud in a lawn.
Crying loudly for nothing, 
Those watching it feels like anything.
The infant grows into an innocent chap, 
Learns to walk and to clap.
Keeps walking but falls down, 
Makes a habit to troll around.
Innocence being the precious trait, 
Values taught by parents keep them straight.
Then comes the adolescence, 
Starts breaking down the innocence.
Friends and status do matter, 
Starts comparing their respective platter.
Video games are favourite time pass, 
Everyone presents theirs as high class.
Conflict and selfishness starts developing, 
Greed within us starts galloping.
Past it comes the teenage, 
This is a very mean age, 
A time when the clay is moulded, 
Keeps straight or becomes folded.
In this period no one else matter, 
Acts like abusing and insulting latter.
Nature becomes very rebellious, 
Freedom offered seems very delicious.
Most education is acquired here, 
Person becomes either coward or doesn’t feel fear.
Then comes the youth, 
Maturity is the real truth.
College starts shaping career, 
Person needs too removes every barrier.
When person enters their adulthood, 
It doesn’t matter where they stood, 
Responsibilities starts pricking, 
Ideas start clicking.
Responsibilities continues to chop, 
Times’ clock never stop.
Then comes the old age, 
This is a different stage.
Body comes to breakdown, 
Ideas are extensively grown.
Service to god becomes frequent, 
Lifestyle becomes very decent.
When this journey ends, 
Person recollects the years he spent.
Loss or gain he realize, 
But is gifted to death in disguise.