Ai kaash ...

Ai kaash kabhi aisa ho, ke sama jaau main tujhme,
Chup jau, kho jau sabki nazro se dur teri aagosh me.
Bekhabar behosh ho hum, na fark ho gham aur khushi me,
Madhosh itna ho tera ehsaas, mehfil hojaaye sannate me.

Yeh duniya na hume jaane, na hum pehechaane iss duniya ko,
Laakho ki beedh me, so jau main sar rakh kar tere seene me.
Na sawaal puchhe koi, na ungli uthaye, na jawab koi de hum,
Base ho tum mere rag rag me, aur main ram jau tujhme.
Ai kaash…..

Itne akele khade hain bazaar me, ab parchhayi bhi nahi dikhti,
Aakar jo thaam lo tum, to bas pyar hi pyar ho zindagi me.
Tukdo me ruh jo jeeti hai humaari, yun dard bhare do badan me
Bas woh bhi lipat jaaye, ek ho jaaye, bas jaaye ek dusre me.
Ai kaash….

Mockery of the highest civilian award

India’s highest civilian award, Bharat Ratna, is awarded for exceptional degree of national service, in the field of literature or arts or scientific achievement or even public service. But a civilian award title being conferred in a democratic country has been the target of controversy ever since its inception. Right from nomination of awardees, their validity to small technical misconceptions has plagued this award for more than 5 decades now.

40 such titles have been given away till now, but never to the Father of our Nation, Mahatma Gandhi! After 38 years of its inception it was finally conferred on Subhash Chandra Bose (posthumously), only to be withdrawn due a PIL claiming that his death cannot be proved! Since the criterion does not require the awardee to be an Indian citizen, in 1992 it was even given to Nelson Mandela. It’s a matter of thought what this great man has done for Bharat in particular (to be eligible to be its Ratna or Gem)? And in that case why all other great leaders of the world were left behind?

Questions have also been raised on its validity to be nominated by our political powers, as in that case it is bound influenced by the power group in Delhi. Many a times the nominations are labeled as politically bend.

The last recipients of this award were classical maestro Ustad Bismillah Khan and playback singer Lata Mangeshkar, in 2001. But this year its has been a race among our political parties to suggest the nomination of leader of their interest for these awards, even though some names are never heard of while others have scores of charges pending against them of corruption, extortion and murder.

It all started with the Congressman Veerappa Moily rallying the name of veteran CPI(M) leader Jyoti Basu, though his party is maintaining safe distance from all the hype. Then came the much highlighted letter of LK Advani to the Prime Minister suggesting the name of Atal Bihari Bajpayee for Bharat Ratna. This kicked off the race.

Navin Patnaik from BJD is suggesting his father’s name Biju Patnaik, BSP’s Mayawati wants her mentor Kanshi Ram to be Bharat Ratna this time, RJD demanded the award for Karpoori Thakur, Assam unit of the Samajwadi Party put forward the name of Mulayam Singh Yadav, RLD’s choice is Chawdhury Charan Singh.

Ms Mayawati said “Kanshi Ram should also be conferred Bharat Ratna for his invaluable contributions in the uplift of dalits and the oppressed”. SP’s Ratul Kumar Choudhury wrote about Yadav that "He is the only secular leader of our country who has worked with Mahatma Gandhi, Jai Prakash Narain and Ram Manohar Lohia and he is the only leader who can save the nation and its people in the coming years". It should be noted here that neither Gandhi nor Lohia have been honoured with Bharat ratna yet. RLD’s spokesman Anil Dubey said, "Charan Singh did a lot of works for the poor and backwards besides devoting his life for the cause of farmers. He deserves the award".

Feeling quite left out of it Union minister Ramvilas Paswan said it should be given to Jagjivan Ram, Mohammed Rafi and Jyotiba Phule, the reasons being simple that it should not be given to a political person.

This is sheer mockery of this award. Is our ruling body the right one to choose the individual who has contributed most to India? This privilege should go a private body, away from political interference.

Aag was all icy....!!!

Aag was all ice cold for me. It has neither emotion nor action. It can be compared to a street side depiction of the majestic Sholey. Not only every actor underplayed their roles, they killed the actual characters. No mention of the hopeless Nisha Kothari (replacing the chul-buli Basanti) when Amitabh and Ajay Dewgan too couldn’t stand up to the expectations. Babban (as Gabbar) was more of a demon than a gangster, who delighted in cutting and killing humans in new and innovative ways.

All the charm and serenity was gauged out of the love scenes. Mohanlal’s character (The Thakur) was reduced to a dancing bear at places. Even the story of Sachin going out for work was reduced to a love mock. The great Holi sequence in the original was turned into a cheap Diwali gimmick.

Over all RGV’s Aag is a sheer waste of money and may cause headache and depression to die hard SHOLEY fans. So, better stay away.

coming back....

It’s been a long time that I have shared anything here. It’s been a fast n busy n happy n turbulent time all these months..... But now am back to the old e-space from a now place....
It’s a new turn... a new horizon... ready to be explored..... Posing many challenges... and promising new adventures....
and am ready to cruise.... God bless.... :)

Ai Jal.......

Ai jal dooba mujhe tujhme…

Pi jaa, baha de mujhe…..

Bhar de mera man,

Jal thal ho jaaye sab…

Jal hi jal ho charo or,

Aur sama jaau main….

Dhul jaaye saari mitti…
Bas ruh ho meri…

Saaf ho sheetal ho…

Swachh ho mera man…

Ai jal dooba mujhe tujhme…

Pi jaa, baha de mujhe…..

Jal, de mujhe jeevan…

Behe chalu main tujhme…

Le chal mujhe…

Mere saagar tak….

Pyaasi hu main….

Par aaj pila mat …

Basja tu mere….

Kan kan me....

Ai jal dooba mujhe tujhme…

Pi jaa, baha de mujhe…..

Waiting for the rain…..

The scorching heat of the summer has drained all life….
The unforgiving sun has burned everything….

Oh! Its dry and its all dead..
Within me and outside it.
Its all erased…. And its all clean,
Ready for a new beginning…..

I know its coming…. I can smell the damp….
I see it coming…. The clouds far above…
Gone are the heat… and the death…
And now its closing in…. for a new birth.

O rain, o rain…. I want to shout….
We wait for u…..Its time to sprout….

Give water to the earth …. And fill my world…..
With all that’s happy…. And fresh and new…..
I am struck and I am bound…..
Show me the way, to move around…

Rains… I trust,
Pour joy into me…….
They always show me the way,
Filling laughter and gay….

I drench… I run ….and also I scram…..
Coz it gives me all the joy…. that I dream……

Love and its changing faces

When I was born, everyone cuddled me, tickled me, fed me, amused me
I thought it was love.

As I grew up, mom cared for me, dad adored me, friends played with me
And teachers encouraged me
I thought that was love.

Time passed and I got many friends.
They read with me, played with me and shared with me.
They said and advised me, things they cannot do to anyone else.
We were so close and happy and world didn’t matter
I thought THAT was love.

And lo! I was 19 …..
Young and beautiful… People glanced in admiration…..
Oh yea! It was love... !!!

The dream world passed and I was into the real world now... struggling to make a life
There were new friend now.. Working with me, enjoying together and flirting too
Oh my! Is this love??......

And then one fine day, comes my world to me
And I forget and give up everything for him. I want him like never before
Oh yes! Now I know… all that’s gone was false
And this is…Yes; this is nothing, but love
Only love.

I enter a new world, of my own.
My home, my family, my dream, my hopes.
And I have a small doll now, to love and care for.
Love? Yes, this is love.
I don’t doubt it now.

In her love, I spend my years… feeding, caring, loving, playing, scolding, teaching.
My life centers around her.
I cry in her grief and be proud at her triumph.
I live in her, because she lived in me.
And now I know what love is! How self less it is? How enjoyable it is?

And then, the day comes, when she’s gone.
Gone away.
Gone into her own life…… in her own world.
My life is empty now and so, I doubt it again.
Was that love?
Temples, I go to…. Searching peace and love, within rocks.
It sooths me….. It calms me.
They tell me there…. That it was all false.
There is no love… its only “maya”
They tell me, that no one’s mine and all are alone.

Oh! No….. It’s not true…
There was love, all over my life….And there it is, inside me now.
What if I doubted it? Didn’t recognize or didn’t accept it!
But it was love…. All of it….
Everywhere, all my life… I loved and I was loved….