Litmus test

mai aur meri tanhaayi akshar ye baatein karti hain. wo saam jaha mai darwaaje pe dastak deta firta hu. wo raat jaha aankhon me meri neend naa aaya karti hai. wo waqt jaha ruk jaata hai thham jaata hai,saham jaata hai. wo sadak jaha sunsaaniyat ik raaz banaye baithhi hai. mai aur meri tanhaayi akshar ye baatein karti hain.. tum hote to kya hota.....  tum hote to himmat milti iss sapno me chalne waale ko sapno se aagey nikalne ki. tum hote to ik waqt ke liye kavi to mujhe sataya karte. meri wafaon ko yaad kar ke kavi to mujhe rulaya karte. kavi to tanik waqt ke liye mujh se fariyaad kiya karte. kavi to tanik waqt ke liye mujhe barbaad kiya karte. mai aur meri tanhaayi akshar ye baatein karti hain.. tum hote to kya hota.... jab jism aansuon ko aane se roke rakhta hai. jab sunsaan sadak pe saath mere mera saaya chalta hai. jab baraamde se kisi raat  chaand naza naa aata hai. jab ashk ke jawaab mei vi ashk nikal naa paata hai. mai aur meri t...

pata hai... yaha se bahut dur  galat aur sahi ke paar ake maidaan hai. mai waha milunga tujhe............................................................................................................................................... so after twelve, the second hand strikes..a break through ,a new day,known world wide and so celebrated,understod too little yet elaborated so much,dilute in meaning yet concentrated to shyness. In the background an age old  noori  song continues.the actress glancing herself in the mirror  oh closed eyes... aaja re aaja re o mere dilber aaja .. dil ki pyaas bujha ja re...... ........................................ In my mirror i saw one small kid and one little serene afternoon. I tell you afternoon was my first love---the very first valentine,days ago when i could not even pronounce this word phonetically. and the list cotinues..time flows...entropy gets directed... valentines lost, valentines regained JUST KIDDING   it al...

engineering in india(being specific i mean IIT) has taken a different route..being adversely affected by indian screen cinema engineering youths are rather racing towards a typical alround studdness as being shown by the cinema protagonists... so a stubborn fact is that engineers are taking more care of their personality development, socio cultural allrounding,sportive nature,..and all than the r esearch orieanted nature that we are expected to be. this secondery feeling that is being indused to the primary aim is the absolute hinderence that we naver take care to assume and accept...tht is where we lag from the rest of the world.. coz in rest of the world a robert lungdon proves himself to be protagonist by means of his sole professorship...and in india..u need to fight with a villain..u need to sing some song ..u need to put some social being to be a protagonist...oh i forgot u also need to have one girl.... the .1% minds of coutry are under question is nt it????

its almost twelve.11.58pm.sunday 29th january. In the play back that euphoria song ..kavi aana tu meri gully... rolles. levering my fully stretched body via my left hand(acting as a stand) and a resultant normal of flat bed ,i feel it is the most comfortable decorum i can manage  when i am on bed.still it pains.and to distribute the pain, i some times shift lever to my right hand.this is what i have learned from engineering--risk distribution. the euphoria play back continues .. kya karogi tu ghar se nikal kar.... By the way i am deviating from the point.it is some way analogic to a lover proposing to her counterpart"dear,i.....,i..........(the most obvious ardent and urgent predicate 'love you' takes the maximum of time to come out)...and the topic changes. deviations are indicative is nt it?.............................. By the way coming to the point.I was talking of a serious dilemma that questions,after each question,about the question of my being,my existence...

one night i saw a moon larger than life. in response to the discriminants.. tearing peace in pieces... an answer to the orthodoxy.. where love still ceases. one night i saw a moon larger than life.. and a darkness so ardent muffling ageless strife. that  night a day or two before twilight. moon was imperfect yet bright. some tempest kissing my coconut tree.. some frequency from a radio tuned to bbc.. some pigeons silent ,white yet dark.. some wood fire flickering  , a hope in spark. that night a day or two before twilight an inevitable line that separated two blood, two skins.. that boast of two different origins.. the inevitable line was invisible that night. different colours narrowed down to dark. the voice of distinction ,so ardent in the light all muffled under my  pistol l's bark..................  tempests continue kissing some breasts.. love continues crossing the line.. so i continue testing the wine.......... so they continue cutting in pieces... discri...

it is something that tempts me to write time and again. mehrum waqt ka ...bund aankho me mera chalna waqt se pehle hi...mere har suraj ka dhalna........ sard se  Mausam  me burff ka pighalnaa............. Nishant  si raaton me suraj ka nikalnaa............... baahar ujaala hai...bt andar bus veerana............ yaara sili sili birhaa ki raat ka jalnaa.... ye vi koi jeene hai..ye vi koi marnaa.. yaara sili sili birhaa ki raat ka jalna..