Passionate Creativity in Dreams

जीवन की जिव्हा पर मेरे, कुछ मीठा मीठा चिपका है, मैं मन्त्र-मुग्ध हूँ, विस्मित हूँ, इससे ज़्यादा, मैं क्या बोलूं?   मैं योद्धा हूँ, मेरा परिचय; मेरा जीवन संग्राम में है, मैं अर्जुन हूँ, हूँ देव-पुत्र, निर्भय हूँ, और कुछ हुनर भी है, इस युग में सारथि नहीं मेरा, मेरा कृष्ण मुझी में बसता है. जब साहस मेरा डोले तब, कुछ शूर-वीर मिल जाते हैं, जब सपना मेरा टूटे तब, सब ढाढ़स मुझे बँधाते हैं, हैं भाई मेरे, कुछ मित्र मेरे, जिनका मुझमे विश्वास अटल, इनके सम्मान का विषम कवच, मुझे तीर भेद नहीं पाते हैं, कभी लड़ते जब गिर जाता हूँ, जब गिरके ठोकर खाता हूँ, सब ईष्ट-मित्र आ जाते हैं, मेरी जान बचा ले जाते हैं, और सच्चा शूर-वीर कहकर, मुझे युद्ध में वापस लाते हैं, फिर शंख नाद बज उठता है, फिर रण-भेरी आह्वान करे, जब साहस वापस आ जाए, फिर अश्त्र-शस्त्र से कौन डरे? मैं फ़िर पूरी जी-जान लगा, फिर युद्ध-जीतने आता हूँ, और बरसों से जाना है यही, हर बार जीत के जाता हूँ!!   साहस और श्रम मिलके जो, आत्म-विश्वा

Hi, Dear Friend. I will like to share with you, something, I have stopped doing frequently nowadays. That's Blogging. Sharing my feelings over the virtual society of web. I have my reasons to defend my absence, but if you already know, that I am just trying to hide my laziness, I won't stop you from blaming me. Yes, this  Overweight and Ugly writer, my friend, has become lazy nowadays. He has been a lazy guys since his birth, but maybe he just rediscovered his true self. And he is pretty much loving it. Please pardon him. He is still the same. The way you love him. Well, but this recent 'something' I just came up with, reflects my idea of leisure. My days of Leisure..the fine days i love to spend with just 'me'..The days when I just feel the "normal" feeling of Happiness..the happy-go-lucky loner..And I hope many people of my age (and nature) can connect to this feeling.... I hope you love this too.... कभी कभी कु

Hi friend, It has been a really  long time i have come up with something. Here it is, as all I was wondering that what to write about?? So I wrote, what I write....A poem.... This post is for you, my beloved reader..... जो भी जितनी बार लिखूंगा, तुम पर ही हर बार लिखूंगा! दिल के कोरे काग़ज़ पर, अब नाम तेरा ‘सरकार’ लिखूंगा.... तुम दो उत्तर, या ना दो तुम; ख़त मैं बारम्बार लिखूंगा....                          (बारम्बार= always) लाख़ करो तुम नफ़रत हमसे, ‘नफ़रत’ को भी ‘प्यार’ लिखूंगा...... सरल नहीं सच्चाई लिखना, पर मैं सच हर बार लिखूंगा`..... इश्क़ के आँसू, आँख में भरकर; याद करूँगा, ‘प्यार लिखूंगा’.... कभी कभी मुश्ताक़ लिखूंगा,                   ( मुश्ताक़ = interested, eager) कभी कभी बेज़ार लिखूंगा,                       ( बेज़ार=angry, displeased) लाख पुरानी बातें हो, ‘दो’ याद करूँगा; ‘चार’ लिखूंगा..... शेर, पुराने क़िस्से, ग़ज़लें; अपनी कुछ गुफ्तार लिखूंगा,               (गुफ्तार=Conversation, Discourse) छाँट

Ek din zindaa hua dil, Neend se jaaga huaa. Saans li, kucch baat ki , Kabhi hans paDaa, kabhi ro Padaa wo dhaDkaneN khaamosh si, Kucch kaagazon par likh saka, Kuch dhaDkanoN ki chaap mein, Kehta gaya, suntaa gaya.... tooTate tukdon ko phir se joDkar, kahne lagaa.... 'Main kabhi zinda nahiin tha, haan, magar andhaa nahiin tha.... dekhta aaya hoon sabko, jo mere TukDon ki khaatir, khud ke tukDe kar chuke hain.... Dil ki chaahat mein Piyush, tum pattharoN se jaa lage ho. chand meeThe bol kah, kucch baatoN pe khaamosh rah, Ek aashiqi ka chor ban, phir, dil pe itne Zakhm sah, Ghut ke yahiin mar jaaoge, Ab bhi naa sambhle, To maano, phir se mooh ki khaaoge!!' Maine bas itna kahaa, 'Tu bas Dhadak, aur kucch na kar!! Tujhse jab bhi sochta hoon, Tu bhi zakhmi, main bhi zakhmi. Kya buraa hai, jo agar, Tum chup raho, hum chup rahein?'  "Faisale deemaag ko lene do, Tum kucch naa kaho." Phir ghaneri shaam ko, Do Ghoont peeke

Kal mousam baDaa suhaana thaa, Thii chaand se roushan sab dharti!! Thandi purwaa, ghar ka aangan, Kucch pakne ki meethi khushboo, Main aangan mein yoonhi jaise, Kucch waqt bitaane ki khaatir, Jhoole par jaake let gaya, Aur chaand ko dekh raha thaa ki..... Maloom nahiin, kab aankh lagii, Aur jhoole ke hinDolon mein, Palne waala aabhaas milaa, Nav-shishu mera man vashibhoot, Nidraa ke uDan khatole mein, Natkhat, kilkaari bhartaa thaa..... Sahsaa, maine aawaaz suni, Shaayad chooDi takraane kii, Ya daal mein ChhounK lagaane ki, Shaayad meraa dhokha tha par, Aahat thi Maa ke aane kii.... Wo aai, bagal mein baiTh gayii, Takiyaa saadha, Mujhko dekha, Phir dheere se boli mujhse, “Mera shonu beTaa jaag gayaa” Main vismit thaa, kucch kahaa nahiin, Bas kilkaari bhar letaa thaa, Kabhi haath paaoN chhitraata thaa, Kabhi mooh se Laar bahaata thaa, Ek umr ke baad thaa maine, Maa ka saaf saaf chehra dekha, Maine sapne mein bachpan dekha, Ek sundar saa sapnaa dekha... Tabhi neend khuli, main ja

Aaj Likhun, Kuchh Baat likhun,Tanhaa dil ke haalaat likhun, Kuchh sher kahun, kuchh kisse; aur kuchh lafzon ki barsaat likhun.......... Jo dil ke andar dafan huin, jise gusse mein kabhi kahaa nahiin, Jo labon pe aake rukaa kabhi, us gusse ko bohtaat likhun........ Kucch Khaas puraani baatein hain, kuch naram-garam , kucch meethi see, Jo nagmein abhi roushan hain, main Aaj wahi nagmaat likhun....... Dil juDa kabhi kucch logon se, kucch ToD gaye, Kucch chhoD gaye, Jo log abhi bhi baste hain, un logon ki kucch baat likhun............ Kucch seekha to kucch bhoola bhi, Kucch yaad rakha, Maqbul kiya, Kabhi jeet ke Josh mein itthlaaya, kab maat hua, wo baat likhun............. Aaj likhun kucch baat likhun........... Jab koi nahiin suntaa meri..... Main Chaand se Baatein Karta hoon.....

Aaj kucch ajeeb ajeeb baatein likhunga. Man kar raha hai sabse share karne ko aisi baatein jo roz nahiin hotiin. Shaayad kabhi bhi nahiin. 24 saal ka ho gaya hoon. Waisa zindaa picchle kucch saalon se hi hoon. Isse pahle mein bhi bheD Chaal chal raha tha. Apni koi thinking nahiin thi. Na koi raasta dikhaata tha, naa saath chaltaa tha, naa hi mere bataae raste par chalna chaahta tha. Aaj 2-4 sunne waale mere bhi hain, abni baat to likh loon. Ek race hai, India mein, jise musical chair kahte hain. Sab log music bajne par douDte hain, aur music band hone ka intezaar karte hain. Jaise hi music rukaa, sab log ek ek kursi pakad lete hain. Music economic recession ka hota hai, douDte hain mere jaise laakhon students. Kursi to noukri ki hi hai. Zyaada khelne waale ho jaaen, to is musical chair ko Economic recession kahte hain. Magar is race ke kucch niyam badle hue hain. Is race mein jo students kursi nahiin pakad paate, wo kursi ke paae pakad kar bhi agle round tak khel sakte hain. Is ra

Dear Friends, welcome back to the revamped blog. I will try to focus to be regular up on my blog now onwards. We can chat here, talk all the bullshit we are full of; right here. Apparantly, it pays.(I heard there is something called Google Adsense). Moreover, better than making Office ‘Junk’ reports.  The picture attached represents a Service Engineer. I am sure all of you agree that an already burning candle, trying to torch up its own ass for the sake of the community, to enlighten the darkness of a moonless night, is the picture perfect example of what my Job is like. It also shows that I still have some sense of humour left. And it’s wicked. I can call me Deputy manager- Field Service. I can also call me Vice President- Field Service, Kolkata territory. Or maybe I can take it a step ahead to call it- Chairman, Kolkata Field service Engineering solutions. Whatever I call it, the fact remains the same. I am one damn stinkin’ service Engineer.

It happened a few days back. I was 15 minutes late to office. And in my standards, 15 minutes late is equal to 15 minutes since the super boss has arrived, and now the attendance register is in his room. So you got to enter his fortress in his observation, and sign the attendance register as he passes some sarcasm and a note, maybe. Moral of the story: Leave the taxi back in Jam, run like a horse, and reach the office sweating, possibly thinking excuses what made you late today to reach the office. Traffic Jam has nowadays become a cliché and is rarely accepted. I left the taxi 1 km away from Beckbagan and decided to speed up through walking. I took an unknown path to reach the office. I was rushing, cursing and sweating. Given a chance, my immediate boss would love to feed me to super boss, provided he was a cannibal. I suddenly stomped on a pile of cow dung. It was fresh cow dung. Soft like tart, warm like curry. (I really suck in explaining si

February 21st 2010.....Krishna Temple......A loner pays the Almighty Lord ‘Shri-Krishna’ a visit....for the five prominent reasons: 1. Its long time he has got to sit in a serene, calm environ. 2. He believes he has turned an atheist and his relationships with god are at a verge of a break up. 3. He is damn frustrated with his job. 4. Nothing great to do this ‘Sunday’. Who else to bore? Let’s try God; he thought. 5. He wants to give some time to himself for thinking. 1300 Hrs.....the temple is really empty.....There sits a round bellied half-nude man counting all the coins that were gathered in the morning Puja.......there is a sick old lady.chanting beads....2 young kids playing around the Main Building.....It’s a small nice institution...with colour shades of brown, orange and Grey....with some flower plantations around the temple; and a load of plucked flowers in front of; yes ‘God’! Sorry forgot to mention him at the first place. It’s his place, and that explains why everyt

A fresh poetry I wrote few nights Back....perhaps vindicates my affections to the moon.....Well, I am crazy, and you all know that!! That's what is romance, Morons!! Enjoy..... Kabhi yoon bhi sard si raaton mein, main Chaand se Baatein karta hoon...... Jo baat koi samjha naa sake, main usse poochha karta hoon...... Kucch pyaar ki baatein hoti hain, takraar ki baatein hoti hain..... Kucch teri khabar wo deta hai, Do chaar to baatein hoti hain....... Teri Khidki mein kabhi kabhi, wo jhaankta hai meri khaatir, Aur fir shaayad madhoshi mein, wo agli raat nahiin aata.... Wo bhi aashiq tera shaayad, saari baatein batlaata nahiin, Jab teri baat chhupaata hai, bas Ghatta Badhta rehta hai..... Ek roz mahine mein aakar, wo sab baatein batlaata hai.... Us roz chaandni hoti hai, Har taraf ujaala hota hai........ Main khaamoshi se suntaa hoon, wo chamak chamak ke kehta hai.... Aur jab Main in kisson mein khokar neend ki god mein so jaaun, Tum sapne mein mere aati ho, Aur bilkul chaand si Dikhti

My hearty greetings to the readers of the blog!! As the day sets in, leaving behind an entire year 2009, with its good and bad memories intact; we see a new morning of 2010, bringing a set of new hopes to believe in and new commitments to fulfil. Welcoming we humans, the clock is reset for a new year.(Well, I still don’t believe even dolphins or any creature gives a damn about new year celebrations. But, then I guess, being a human, I must support our cause; and party). Basically, congratulations!! I just woke up, and sunlight entering my room through the curtain pores (and through all the fireworks dust of last night and that further torn stratosphere), sat beside me, and asked me to write. And I asked it, why now?? It said, “It’s a new year Idiot! Act human, say grace, offer prayers, make a wish or a resolution and go out and mingle. Go do your regular acts, send new year messages, buy beer, call old lost ones, order chicken and for god’s sake clean your room. It’s a mess! Welcome th