शिकायतें

अजीब सी है यह दुनिया,

कहते थे मुझे “तू है आने वाला कल”,

पर मैं तो कल ही ना देख सका |

घुटन सी हो रही है इस लकड़ी के डब्बे के उनदर,

अम्मी अब्बू का दिल साथ लेकर,

नाजाने क्यों गोलियाँ उतार गया मेरे अन्दर,

मैने पूछना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

काले जूते, मुह ढका हुआ नाजाने क्यों,

खून में इतनी आग थी तो खुलकर वार करता,

डरता है शायद अपने आप को मरने वाले की आखों में देखने से,

मैने समझना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

अम्मी तुमने रोका क्यों नहीं सुबह,

अब्बू के स्कूटर का टायर कहीं फसा क्यूं नहीं,

कोई एक बहाने से शायद ज़िंदा होता आज,

मौत ने रुकना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

उसका भी तो बेटा होगा,

गोलियों से लिखता होगा,

खून की सियाही में,

हम जैसो की तकदीर पिरोता होगा |

अम्मी तुम फिकर मत करो ना,

यह जन्नत बहुत ही हसीन है,

अल्लाह को परेशान मत करो ना,

देख रहे है वो भी अपनी रची दुनिया,

पर अभी तबाह करना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

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Time

Have you ever wondered about the design of time? Well, I have.

It exists as naturally as the constant vibration of the cosmos, and as artificially as the tick of the second hand of a wall clock. The passage of time reflects in everyday life as effortlessly as breathing. Time serves the same purpose to existence as oxygen serves to life on earth. None can survive without either. A thinking mind knows no limitations when it comes to imagination, so let us stop using logic for a little while and play the game of imagination. Continue reading

Reflections

[The article was originally written on the night of 22nd December 2012 after days long protests against the gang rape & brutal assault of a physiotherapy student in a moving bus. The Indian Government mercilessly passed orders of retaliation and the protesters were canned, manhandled and severely beaten. The victim succumbed to her injuries on 29th December 2012 in Singapore.]
From Facebook statutes, group posts, pages, black dot display images to shared pictures of castration, debates and discussions. Last two weeks of December 2012 were all about these in New Delhi. This is nothing new for Delhi. Where the Mayans thought of fooling us with the so called dooms day alert, they must not have thought that the entire humanity will be doomed by the end of December 2012. For me Christmas 2012 won’t be merrier and New Year’s Eve won’t be happy. What I saw today, takes all good feelings away from my system like the dementors in Harry Potter. That was fantasy fiction, this was the reality.

Duality

I am not in my senses at the moment. I haven’t slept for last two days because of a long list of reasons, I am feeling dizzy but this is the most sensible state I have ever attained. Its 5 in the morning, and I just said goodbye to my mom at the railway station. While we were at the platform waiting for her train to arrive, I heard two men talking. They were referring to an article they just read in a local Hindi newspaper. I guess it was about the exponentially increasing number of rape cases in Haryana. They then kept on adding issues like corruption, inflation, global warming and everything else that they were aware of. One of them started comparing the current situation to the situation when he was born, and concluded that the world is being degraded day by day and there is a dead-end ahead. Mayans were right, the world will end in 2012 or so. That stupid yet provoking conversation led me to a trans-state where I kept storming my mind to discover what I had known from ever but realized today. Continue reading

Being : ‘Joyful’

Joy is a language that we have completely forgotten. We have been forced to forget it, compelled to. Actually, sometimes I feel the society is against joy, the entire civilization is against it. The society invests tremendously in misery, it depends on misery, it feeds on misery, it survives on misery. It feels like the society is not for human beings but it is using human beings as a means for itself. The society has become more important than humanity. The culture, the civilization have become more important. They were meant to be for the humans, but now they are not, the process has reversed, now humans exist for them. Continue reading

The Happy Rebel

He is popularly known as ‘The Happy One’. In Jammu, you will find him at a busy traffic junction, standing beside traffic police inspectors, or you will find him at the crowded bus stops. Wherever you see him, you will see him smiling the broadest smile possible for him. He would behave very generously, offer you a shady standing area, will inform you about the buses which are yet to come. At first, you might think he is a mad man, but let me make it clear, he is not mad, he is happy.

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Adopted

 

By Aman Chawla

There isn’t a better moment in a man’s life, than holding a girl in his arms, and if the girl is a 6 years old baby, words fail to confine his feelings. It was the same feeling for him when Navya was in his arms. She was not sleepy, or maybe she was, but was definitely in no mood to go to bed. Which daughter in the world would want to miss the joy of staying in the arms of her father?

“Dad, what does an adopted child mean?” she asked in a husky voice.

He paused for a moment and asked “Where did you hear this?”

“Today grandma was telling mumma that I am just an adopted child. Tell daddy, what does it mean?” Continue reading