Sunday, September 2, 2012

female foeticide


Had the privilege  to attend and participate in a function organised to raise voice against female foeticide
something i wrote :








मैं बेटे का साहारा ना सही , बेटी का प्यार तो हूँ
बेटे का चुलबुलापन ना सही बेटी का भोलापन तो हूँ

बेटा चंद रुपये कमा लाता है जानती हूँ
पर दो वक़्त की रोटी बना मैं ही तो खिलती हूँ

कंजक पर पूज कर मुझे अगले ही दिन भूल जाते हो
अपनी माँ से इतना प्रेम है तुम्हे , है वो भी औरत ही , ये क्यूँ भूल जाते हो??

रक्षा का धागा भी को बांधती   हूँ , कमज़ोर हूँ शायद
पर दुर्गा बन सारे दुःख मैं ही तो हरने आती हूँ

यह सोच के पराया करते हो , दुसरे घर जाउंगी , मेरा प्यार बट जायेगा
यह क्यूँ भूल जाते हो की बेटा भी तो बहू लायेगा

अभी तो तुम्हे देखा भी नहीं माँ
अभी से मेरी ये आँखें बंद ना करो

अभी तो तुम्हे  इन हाथों से छुआ भी नही मैंने
अभी से इन हाथों को मुझसे अलग ना करो

अभी तो तुम्हे माँ कह कर पुकारा भी नहीं मैंने
अभी से ये आवाज़ बंद ना करो

अभी तो गोद में लिया भी नहीं तुमने
अभी से अपनी ममता से वंचित ना करो

अभी से अपनी ममता से वंचित ना करो

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

It's my life ... NOT yours!

There are times in your life when things just fall flat on your face , everything goes wrong , everyone turns a back , be thankful for those times for they teach you who you are and what exactly do you want .
Had a similar day today . The day started with a terrible stomach ache , then i had my workshop ( mechanical engineer so had to work on lathe - literally a pain in the ass :P ) then something weird happened . Out of nowhere i found people bitching against me about my lack of interest in something i believe in so much and have put my heart and soul into.
I am usually the types who want every thing to go perfect , get sensitive about petty issues , stay quiet on being subdued and when wronged . But today was different, and i have someone very close to be thankful to for the same, I did not hold back myself . I ranted ranted and ranted some more . It felt bliss . After a decade i did something 'for me' not for what others myt think . I don't care if it was right for me to berate someone like i did ( it got me a bad feedback :P people are bitching more ) . i just don't care . for once it was me just me . I don't regret it , i don't feel sorry .
It feels floating. M happy... content . It feels so right sitting here in my fucking room and typing this . the world is out there, outside the gate of my room . I will cross paths with this world , but my head will be high , i stood up for something i believe is right .
people will judge you , people will talk , people will have notions and prejudices but DO NOT LET THAT AFFECT YOU . trust me life is truly a bed of roses when you do exactly what YOU want to do - Not your friends , not your family no one.
in the end all what matters is the man in the mirror :)

P.S in case you read this - thank you :)

Friday, March 9, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The writer's right


In the wake of Salman Rushdie’s   ‘The Satanic Verses’ conjuring violent public outburst ,accusing him of blasphemy, one is forced to contemplate whether or not writer’s should be censured . The book which was banned in many countries sparked violence around the world. The government’s decision to ask Rushdie to refrain from attending the Jaipur Literary festival raised many eyebrows as to how can one rip a writer off his freedom-of-thought.
Writing reflects the intellect of not only an individual but a society.It is rightly said writers are not important their writing is.  A reader when reads a book relates to the book and not to the writer, similarly the writers don’t confront their audience directly the way musicians and singers do. Books by their very nature often offend and create outrage. Writings of a writer can influence the mind of society and if that is accepted, a change is wrought.
Even William Gaddis believed that books should have lives of their own and that writers could only diminish the autonomy and integrity of their work by inserting themselves between the reader and the writer.
If i were to decide i would never ban a book or even a writer for that matter, the youth of today is mature enough to bid stigmas of anti-anything a good bye

Monday, December 26, 2011

inner peace

Take away stones and man shall fight with arrows
Take away arrows and man shall fight with guns
Take away guns and man shall fight with missiles 
Take away missiles and man shall fight with bare hands 
Take away hands and man shall fight with brains

man was fighting in the stone age
man is fighting in the space age
only the weapons have changed.

Have faith in GOD not fanaticism 
Love for mankind not blind passion
only then will there be harmony in this world
ushering inner peace

-akshardham , India

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Let Your Soul Fly In Mystic

19 jan 2011 I was in a restaurant with a bunch of friends celebrating my best friends birthday . We were scrolling down the menu when one my friend's phone rang . He answered it then gave it to me . I knew it would be my mom. She calls my friends when I don pick up my phone , which is like all the time! I immediately took out my phone from my pocket and saw 6 missed calls . God was i dead! i answered the phone ready to be yelled at, but she did not. She asked me where was I so that she could send the driver to pick me up. Baffled i asked my mother what is it that needs me to come home immediately. She said "come home , me ur dad  granma going noida , sumit chachu jus died in a car accident". I did not say a word and hung up.  My friends started staring at me as the color drained from my face. Coming back to senses i told them of what had happened and went back home . After everyone left i sat down , i couldn't cry . It was so difficult to process it in the first place let alone react. He was hardly 30 with two daughters - 3 year old and one 1 year old. It was then when i wrote this poem .

Amidst this fast paced life
every smile has a price
we struggle , we fight
still end up with a miserable plight
the vicious circle of life and death
the fear of unknown with its wrath
the insatiable desires we have
the happiness that can only be pursued
oh , the congregation with their prayers glued
Sometimes it feels the almighty laughs in disdain
the poor man striving in vain
the psychic says its all in gloom
this life its relations all doomed
to understand this life is to cipher a thread
in mystic i lay , its the unknown i dread.


May you rest in peace 

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The weird flying feeling of Love

Watched the first episode of vampire diaries for the ummm 19th time : -P . When Stefan comes to Elena's home to make sure she's fine after the Vicki Donovan incident , not just Elena but even the viewers feel the sweet vibes.!  With the soothing and lovely music of the fray (never say never) when Stef asks if she ever actually means it when she says "M ok" you feel how incredible can true love be.What is it like when you have someone who really does care for you , feels your pain more than you , and wants to know for sure that you're ok before he goes to sleep. I am a TVD freak , not just TVD but anything related to love.. be it Judith Mc.Naught novels or Nora Roberts or the obvious -Mills n Boons. Its the essence of having someone to share your life with , to have someone to hug when your world is falling apart , to be loved by someone whom you love, that is portrayed sooo beautifully in these shows that is giving them a Huge viewership.! and no ones's complaining as it kinda keeps your hopes alive!
That one day you too will find your stefan (read -damon , if ur a delena fan :P)