Passionate Creativity in Dreams

Time for 1 more sketch to leave the matt paper and reach my viewers......ye bhi khuraafaat puraani hi hai.....bas thoda computer pe touch up de diya hai ise.....copy cats ko leke aaj kal thoda senti honaa zaroori jaan padta hai.....:)) comments are welcome as always.... Yours, Sakht Jaani

At last..... Presenting.... Tantanaaaaaaaaa The most impressive introduction ever......from one of the most powerfull and inspiring one....."V" for Vendetta...... Opinions are welcome....sarcasm will not be entertained.... sorry this dialogue is just so vivid to me that my mind gets volatile....:))Bravo Bravismo..... "Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me

Saturday ko ek durghatnaa ho gayi mere saath….’chota sa’ accident ho gaya mera…..5 stitches aaye……kaafi khoon wagairah bhi bahaa….aur ye zakhm apne saath ek sabak bhi de gaya….. Mujhe kaafi arse par ye aabhaas hua ki Haan, auron ki tarah mera bhi wajood ye shareer hi hai…..chaahe khud ko kitna bhi khuda baraabar maan lein hum….maan lein ki hum aatma hain jo is shareer ko chalaa rahe hain …all bullshit for a while…..the hard facts remain the same….the basic principle still intact…..We are nothing more than a mere thought in this real world without a defined body….we can’t even think about someone if we wouldn’t have existed for real….. hum kisi ka agar khayaal bhi karte hain to zehen mein ek tasweer hi to numaayaan hoti hai naa….. Here I sit…..with a mutilated, disfigured face…..5 stitches 15 mm from right eye…..sooje hue honth…..fati hui naak…..chehre pe kharonchein hi kharonchein…..aaine ko nihaar raha hoon to khayaal aa raha hai….how was I a day back?.....sab kucch jagah p

Yaadgaar Video rahegi ye bhi....Apna 1st year tha Manipal mein....naya naya Bihar ka ladka pahuch gaya Manipal Jaisi hi-fi jagah par....naa koi jaan-pehchaan....na khaas yaar dost...chand logon se jaan pehchaan badh rahi thi us waqt....ye video mid October 2004 ke paas ki hai...yaani mere MIT Manipal mein kariib 5-6 hafte beet chuke the....shaam ko event tha....aur maine Roshan se salaah maangi ki pahla function hai...bhaai looks change karne hain...bachaa le...aur Roshan ka solve kiya gaya Problem Statement is prakaar hai... Ladke ka status: ghani patli mucchein, halki daadhi,dubla patla bihari chhora,chasme and formals pasand karne waala...'Main' ki jagah 'Hum' bolne waala...:)) Wannabe: Zyaada nahiin to kaam chalaau HUNK...:P....kam se kam metrosexual look to aae...taaki lage ki gaayak banaaras ke traditional gharaane se taaluk nahiin rakhte...nayi peedi ke ubharte kalaakaar hain...:)) Solution Suggested: step 1 ....MUCCHEIN DAADHI UDDWA DO.....clean shave....agar

Saare Jahan Se Achchha (Urdu: سارے جہاں سے اچھا ) is one of the enduring patriotic poems of the Urdu language. Written originally for children in the ghazal style of Urdu poetry by poet Muhammad Iqbal, the poem was published in the weekly journal Ittehad on 16 August 1904. Recited by Iqbal the following year at Government College , Lahore , now in Pakistan , it quickly became an anthem of opposition to the British rule in India . The song, an ode to Hindustan-the land comprising present-day Bangladesh , India , and Pakistan -both celebrated and cherished the land even as it lamented its age-old anguish. Also known as Tarana-e-Hindi (Urdu: ترانۂ ہندی "Anthem of the People of Hindustan"), it was later published in 1924 in the Urdu book Bang-i-Dara. About the Poet, Sir Muhammad Iqbal (Urdu: محمد اقبال ) born (November 9, 1877 – April 21, 1938) was a Muslim poet, philosopher and politician born in Sialkot, British India (now in Pakistan), whose poetry in Urdu and

June 4, 2007....I was on the train for my journey back To Ranchi when I made this sketch.I got aboard the train at bangalore and I remember it was some stop in between where these nice eyes came on the front seat of Mine.This conservative Muslim girl, obviously was in burkha, thoroughly covered except eyes....and Believe me, I relived the 'Bombay' and 'Dil se' Romance next 38 hrs. in the train.Heights of sheer idiocy,immaturity,adoloscence,bravery,or whatever you call, I decided to sketch this girl....:)) Mission: सामने लड़की की आँखों की sketch (बुरखे में ), Risks: the model(वो लड़की ख़ुद ),बगल में उसके बाबूजी (लुंगी और कुरते में )और साथ में एक दो और मर्द (शायद उन खातून के पति या रिश्तेदार ), मेरे बगल में बैठी हुई अम्मा (60-65 yrs), कोई एक और हजरत , एक 8-10 साल का बच्चा और बाकी हटिया -यशवंतपुर express की चहल पहल ... Disturbances: हिल्ती हुई Train, शोर -शराबा, पकड़े जाने का डर , limited space, और sketch को चोरी छिपे बन

Bachpan mein daadi maa ki god mein hamesha ek mantra sunta aaya tha main.....aaj saalon pe youtube pe sunne ko mil gayi....I am so touched to hear it again...m posting here with translations....thanks Youtube!! Source Courtesy: Florida Hindu Organization Inc. Shiva Rudrashtakam Namaamee shamheeshaana nirvana roopam, vibhum vyaapakam brahma veda swaroopam Ajam nirgunam nirvikalpam niriham, chidaakaasham aakaasha vaasam bhajayham Niraakaaram omkaara moolam tureeyam, giraa gyaana goteetam eesham gireesham Karaalam mahaa kaala kaalam kripaalam, gunaagaar samsaara paaram natoham Tushaa raadri sankaasha gowram gambhiram, mano bhoota koti prabhaa shri shareeram Spooran mowli kalo linee chaaru ganga, lasadbhaa labaa lendu kanthay bhujangaa Chalat kundalam bru sunaytram vishaalam, prasanaananam neela kantham dayaalam Mrigaa dheesha charmaambaram mundamaalam, priyam shankaram sarvanaatham bhajaami Prachandam prakrishtam prajalbham paresham, akhandam ajam bhaanukoti prakaasham Traya s

Ye wo do log hain jinhone meri kalpana kii thi kabhi..... ye wo do log hain jinhe main is duniyaa mein sabse zyaada pyaar karta hoon... Ye wahi do log hain jinki aankhon ka taara hoon main..... Ye wahi do log hain jinhone jise main pariwaar kahta hoon, iski rachna ki hai.... Miliye, Shri Akhouri Brij Nandan Sahay (97) aur Shrimati Krishna sahay (87) se, mere poojya daada daadi..... Bhagwaan, kripya mere daada daadi ko aur deerghaayu kariye taaki wo meri safalta ka anand le sakein....unka aashirwaad sadaiv mere upar banaa rahe....yahi praarthna karta hai sakht jaani... Sa-aadaar pranaam, Akhouri Piyush Raj Shrivastava

An interesting and thought provoking article by Suhel Seth.I really like the section in The Telegraph Graphiti where Suhel Seth answers to people’s problems. Earlier this section was full of nonsense stuff including problems relating to incest and extramarital relations :-o. Suhel Seth tackles the problems in a totally unconventional style. Tongue-in-cheek humour, concise answer…. and very appropriate. He does not even spare the person questioning — if his/her question is fool enough — with comments like “And you needed to write to me take this decision of your life?”… I look forward to read this column on Graphiti every Sunday and everytime I burst out laughing, breaking all decibel barriers. :D Recently, here was his article posted in the Telegraph about his visit to Bihar. Enjoy folks!! I don’t know how much real progress Lalu Prasad Yadav is making with the Indian Railways, the IIM sojourn not withstanding, but there sure is a silent revolution taking place in Bihar under Nitish Ku

Just a trial to post my audio podcasts....still working on it.....stay tuned...

Don't we sometimes feel that anger, that ferocity against something; sometimes the system,a person or the society itself that we could have done better if we were at that position which stands otiose presently. I oftenly see that rage bubbling in my veins when I see this inefficiency in work..... Yes I do get angry....just like others....Eyelashes flexed, ears elicitedly turn red, deep breath and sigh....when i used to be small(read TINY), i used to cry....when grew up a little bit, I used to fight(readf BEAT)....and subsequently learnt to fall into an arguament..... Got to read something about anger in YajurVeda some time, AKRAN KARMA KARMA KRITAHA SAHA VACHA MAYOBHUVA !! NA AETU MANAHA PUNAHA KRATVE DAKSHAYA JEEVAME JYOK CHA SURYADRISHE!! “Hatred and anger leads to unhappiness, pain and misery.So, one should always be soft-spoken and all;'karma-yogis' should tread on the path of righteousness.” In due time,the ways of showing anger gave me once

ख्वातीन - ओ - हज़रात को ये इत्तिला की जाती है की एक ऐसे ही तस्वीर की मानिंद दिखने वाली मोहतरमा ने सख्त जानी का दिल चुरा रखा है और बंदी बना रखा है ज़माने पहले से .... जब सख्त जानी को हकीक़त मालूम हुई की उनका दिल गुमशुदा है और वो हवस ए रफ्ता होकर के जो अपने दिल की तलाश में मारे मारे फ़िर रहे हैं वो इन खातून के पास बरसों से महफूज़ है ... तो उन्होंने इन खातून को इत्तिला भी की और उनसे ये दरख्वास्त भी के अगर हो सके तो इन्हें इनका दिल वापस मुराजिआत किया जाए .. और अगर मोहतरमा सूद चुकाना चाहें इतने दिनों की बंदिश का तो ख़ुद भी साथ चली आएं .. तो बड़ी बेरुखी से फटकारते हुए मोहतरमा ने सख्त जानी को बाहर की राह दिखा दी ... नतीजन सख्त जानी आप सब को इस ब्लॉग के ज़रिये इस पत्थर दिल हसीना का हुलिया बयान करते हैं .. ये हुलिया मेरी याददाश्त के दम पर बना है ... और इसमे मैं आँखें नहीं बना पाता कभी क्यूंकि इन चमकीली आंखों को बनाते समय इन