Litmus test

वो इकतीस दिसम्बर की रात..... वो इकतीस दिसम्बर की रात.....                                                 वो पहली बार गले मिलना-मिलाना                                                 वो पहली बार मेरे गोद मेँ सोना                                                  वो नीँद मेँ,अनजाने,तेरे धऱकन पर हाथ रखना वो नयी रात मेँ नये रिस्ते बनाना..........याद है! §१§ वो रिस्तोँ के आऱ मेँ ...

This blog I believe is required to be the most essential x-ray of the year 2012,the year that is just getting ready to kiss and bid a final good bye,the year that is just getting ready to complete its promises and its obvious span...more over the calculated time period. I further believe an year can not be just an year for every one.Its your perpetual state and your highs and  more over the distributed probabilities  that actually controls and decides the age of an year. I further believe   this time I learnt a lot ,faulted a  lot .. did  crimes and was many times caught ... yet what stills me ever and ever  the little things I learnt from every dot. And I believe I should jot down things which I believe I learnt as an epic conclusion ,as a mark of respect to the trespassing year( they ask me why trespassing?..."of course trespassing ..it never asked you a permission to enter in your life). 1. Beer I believe is the most assuring thin...

बात उतनी भी  पुरानी नहीं है | हालत इस कदर उठे , की खूं टपक पड़े , आँखों में अब और पानी नहीं है ; खूं से रंगा है शहर ,आसमां फलक उतना भी  आसमानी नहीं है | बात उतनी भी पुरानी नहीं है || आज आँचल की बाजार में जो कीमत उठी है ; लोथड़े जो चिथड़ो से ढके पड़े  हैं; हँस क्यूँ रहे हो नादानी नहीं है| बात उतनी भी पुरानी नहीं है || किस चौराहे पे  कल तक  कितनी लास गिरी थी ; गिनती किसे मुह्जवानी नहीं है? आँखों पे पट्टे,हाथों में तराजू  कह क्यूँ न देते  "बेमानी नहीं  है |" बात उतनी भी  पुरानी नहीं है || बड़े शौक से उसने  बाँधा था रेशम , सर्द हाथों पे अब कोई निशानी नहीं है | गम इस कदर उठे  हैं दर दर से लेकिन  किस सीरत में आज मनमानी नहीं है? बात उतनी भी पुरानी नहीं है || बात किस किस की करें  हम और किस मुद्दे पे  कोई कहे....  "ये मेरी कहानी नहीं है |"  अपने नज़रों पे थोड़ा नज़र रख लें हम  आज इतनी भी मेहरबानी नहीं है | चलो  अब उभारों से नज़रें हटा लें  ये सड़क ...

In last four days I have seen  people talking about senses and sentiments. Media mannerism  surging out so loud, candles and flickering hope in crowd. In last four days raped, nailed and wounded humanity has woke up to change the system,the law  and the long written prophesy of greed and hunger  has woke up to polish the democracy ,I wonder. In last four days I have seen  pictures of hope getting spread, News of recovery getting greeted. Notes of every critical utter from the hospital getting flashed on crystal display. In last four days  I have seen  the better sexes , terrified and paranoid. And the best of them  on the cold streets asking for rights from the mortal sprits. Forcing departments to work wearing banners and poster sheets. In last four days  the countless RTIs and the so many fact files the high pitched anchoring reflecting on tiles the tears out of these humanoid  eyes ha...

My dear, There are some stories that I never told you. May be because these stories do not have any hero to die for or villain to live enough. May be because these stories have synonymous connection with every society where some day some one was brought up beneath an underlying struggle to get wise as well as educated. I have always believed that b eing wise and being educated are not always the same thing,but in order to elucidate these stories you need to be both or you must be hoping to be both. ..................................... My dear, since the beginning of this december I am roaming through every critical streets that connects this society from the rest of the world. I some times feel these people are just aimless bunch of loveless people.They work like machines,behave like machines ,respect like machines and of course make love like machines.Orthodoxy and set trends of living has muffled this society ab intio.  And the worst thing is the  exception......

कुछ यादें पल दो पल की सर्दी के रातों की तरह  खिड़कियों से छन छन कर आती हुई | कुछ शौक से मुझमें मिलती हुई , कुछ शौक से मुझे मिलाती हुई  कुछ शौक से मेरे दो चार  शौक़ीन अदाओं को सिलती हुई , कुछ चेहरे पे केशुओं की तरह  बेपरवाह सी खिलती हुई , कुछ सर्द हवाओं के रुख की तरह  रास्ते बदलती हुई, कुछ दिसम्बर के सुबह की तरह  साइकिल से दस्ताने हिलती हुई , कुछ गलियों  के एक छोर से बेख़ौफ़ चिल्लाती हुई ,  कुछ यादें पल दो पल की सर्दी के रातों की तरह  खिड़कियों से छन छन कर आती हुई | कुछ रातों को  लकड़ियों के लपटों से जलाती हुई , कुछ गोदी में सुला कर  सुकून  और शराब पिलाती हुई , कुछ फूँक फूँक कर हथेलियों को  गर्म हवा से भरती हुई , कुछ चुप्पी को सीने में समेटे बातें करने से डरती हुई , कुछ जिंदगी  को हैरानी से  टुक टुक सी ताकती हुई , कुछ रौशनदान के सुराखों से  रौशनी की तरह झांकती हुई , कुछ मेरे लिखे लफ़्ज़ों को  बेपरवाह गाती हुई ,   कुछ यादें पल दो पल ...

मैंना कुछ तो बोलो ,आँखे खोलो , मूर्त प्रकृति में प्राण भर दो | नीड़ का निर्माण कर दो | या फिर टूटे बिखरे तिनकों से रुंधी रुंधी सी साँसों से , मुहब्बत का आह्वान कर दो , मैंना कुछ तो बोलो ,आँखे खोलो , मूर्त प्रकृति में प्राण भर दो || या फिर मेरे नैनों के कतरों कतरों को चुन चुन कर इक नया निर्माण कर दो , या फिर अपने वास्ते मेरे लफ़्ज़ों  को कुर्बान कर दो | मैंना कुछ तो बोलो ,आँखे खोलो , मूर्त प्रकृति में प्राण भर दो |

I some times wonder when they(read my age old friends) ask me " what is illumination?" What is illumination? A passion to some people, an art to many,a responsibility to a few,and yes a knot to all;or may be like a lightening of candles over the cake piece baked over some 30 to 40 long nights; or may be like an element of the long drawn metaphor that establishes IIT Kharagpur as the eldest brother of the family. And the list of imagery that comes in my mind continues and I am yet to respond. Illumination for some people is like a statement of status,where victory lies in either side. You take out some hour out of your schedule and cry out loud from the tabled roof height, is n't it enough! Meet new people ,shake new hands,talk to new people,read their act ,their response in the tight corner,their multiple ways of dereliction of duty,is n't it enough! Its not an element of interest, rather an element of duty .A duty that is required to forward the culture,an...

"There was a grief I smoked in silence, like a cigarette only a few poems fell out of the ash I flicked from it." :Amrita pritam The afternoon of october 31,2005, literature sensed the demise of an embodiment that was capturing the intensity of social dilemma, emotions of feminism and precisely the perpetual state of love making since time immemorial. Those days I started nourishing my keen interest in hindi literature through translated works of this lady.  To be more qualitative behind the every craftsmanship that I started edging out with time , behind the reflection that my lines managed out of emotional and relational dictum there lies some inspiration . Writings of Amrita Pritam were not like advises rather a demand redefining the norms and the social structure. Today I erased my house number; gifted the street plate  to the long grown darkness. And identity that defines the road to my street I immersed that to tidal waves. Yet I have an answer to ...

  To eyes so sweet ,straight, lenient; To eyes so seren ,speaking ,decent; To the breeze kissing, the late night sea-shore I feel sometimes... Sometimes truth is not enough  Some people deserve more. To that sweet sweet flower  n' sweet fluttering fly, To that sweet tweetering dove  and sweet blue sky, To this and that and many more I feel sometimes... Sometimes truth is not enough  Some people deserve more. To these cakes ,To these knives To these glittering fence; To these precious smiles and more precious silence; To these candles flickering n' darkness so pure  I feel sometimes... Sometimes truth is not enough  Some people deserve more.  

It was almost 11:00 pm. I was walking since 4:30 pm except some minutes that i spent is bus. Legs were just to surrender.Shoes started scrabbling the pitch black road.Yet the only thing that kept me steering forward and forward was beauty and its maturity in every eyes ,in every dress codes, in makeups ,in styles ,and in body languages varied at large.Eyes that for a moments holds you struck ,penetrating to the core kept me busy and hence steering on and on. Durga puja for Bengal is not just an event of  religious  instincts and sanctum.With  time it seems puja has generated a traditional thread line relationship with every denizen of kolkata .Its way beyond the thematic depiction of slaying of mahisasur by goddess , rather a phenomenal analysis of art and artistry that comes out of an ego clash to compete for the best.Every committee ,every society,every park ,every street prepare to portray the best.Even the most traditional and common pandal they make costs at lea...

Gulzaar saab comes up with a sweet and short lyrics that in turn fetches the title to the yash chopra movie Jab Tak Hai Jaan. . तेरी  आँखों  की  नमकीन  मस्तियाँ (your eyes,mischievieous and saline) तेरी  हंसी  की  बेपरवाह  गुस्ताखियाँ (Your laugh, an airy isolence) तेरी  जुल्फों  की  लहराती  अंगडाइयां (Your hair, waves undone and shine,) नहीं  भूलूंगा  मैं (i will not forget.. your memory rife) जब  तक  है  जान .जब  तक  है  जान . (Until i breathe this life, until i breathe this life) तेरा  हाथ से  हाथ  छोड़ना (Your hand slipping from mine,) तेरा सायों  का  रुख  मोड़ना (Your shadow turning it's gaze,) तेरा  पलट  के  फिर  न  देखना (walking away, without turning into a haze.) नहीं  माफ़   करूँगा  मैं (I will not forgive the memory rife..) जब  तक  है  जान , जब  तक  है ...

Let me start with a minute statistics. The google hits statistic data say that there has been 29 million google hits on the term called sustainability ,which precisely means that multitudes of work are being done on paper for sustainable awareness,multitudes of speeches with no end inference are being made,multitudes of awareness drives are being organised sans any results. Problem is that generation by generation our society has inculcated a habit of tolerance, a habit of getting used to any thing.We are getting more and more occidental,deviating from the divine idea of peace and pursuit of happiness within. Just days back going through one blog I saw one textual photograph . "cigarettes are only sexy in photographs" was inscribed on that.To most of my friends and colleagues I have talked ,the most common conclusion I have derived is that they all tried smoking just being infatuated by the photographic appeal.And this initiation leads to chain reaction in the presence o...

"Its not that a silent lamb can't speak, rather it shouldn't speak." Days before when our prime minister rose to rostrum to mention his connect to "aam aadmi" , for people of my age group it was an event of historical mention.It was like a serendipitous discovery of an extinct specie .It was like a silent lamb breaking the silence of valley.It was like a professor with an explanation ,unnoticed since years.Moreover It was some thing different from the monotonic podium generally marked by Indigenous saree covering Italian flesh. 1. Speech with a difference: Speech was loyal,written in plain text layman's language ,tainted with political protectionism and talking about slashing of economic protectionism in retail sector.It was not like the budget speech by the finance minister (1991). It was like an appeal lined with leniency ,a promise questionable. "My dear brothers and sisters, The UPA government is a government of aam aadmi." In the...

वादों का क्या है ; टूटते हैं ,जार जार होते हैं | अदाओं का क्या है ; पल दो पल का पिंजर है , अक्सर कितने शिकार होते हैं || बंद आँखों में तो यादें झलकती है | निशब्द ,निशांत कहीं दूर गलियों में खोती हुई ; कहीं कंधे पे सर रखकर रोती हुई ; कहीं समझती हुई ,कहीं समझाती हुई ; दूरियों को सिल्क में समेटे दो पहिये पे ढोती हुई || इन यादों से  कहो आज नींद से पहले ना आये | इनसे कहो वक़्त बेवक्त ना सताये|| आखिर कब तक चलता रहेगा ये सिलसिला ? दो नैना सीधे साधे से, दो नैना भोले भाले से, छीन  रहे हम से हम को ये जुल्फें काले काले से | आखिर कब तक चलता रहेगा ये सिलसिला ? ये सब्नम ,सितारे ये नैन ,ये नक्श ये सब के सब मुझे ही क्यूँ आजमाते हैं ! आ लौट के आजा मेरे मीत तुझे मेरे गीत बुलाते हैं || स्वप्न को संभालने का अब वक़्त कहाँ हैं ? दो टूक बांचने का अब वक़्त कहाँ है ? कुछ ख्वाइश के चिठ्ठे ,  इतने प्यासे हैं , कब शाम आती है , कब सहर आता है और जाने कब ये चले जाते हैं ; बस अफ़सोस के कुछ लफ्ज़ हैं घड़ी घड़ी सताते हैं | वो शहर ,वो शमाँ वो उल्फत ,वो कारवां...

Some of my colleagues must be quivering "et tu ...." Yes, I am  and I am among the late reflector to take on the so smartly called, seditious section of our constitution, that is considered to be a sagacious brain child groomed during its initio under the tutelage of Dr prasad ,and Dr Ambedker . Yes I am and I am talking about section 124-A,Indian penal Code. I wonder if some day some quiz master will frame "what is common in Mahatma Gandhi,Tilak,Dr binayak sen,Arundhati Roy  and the latest Aseem Trivedi ?" yes, its section 124-A. one of the sample cartoon by Aseem Trivedi. Section 124-A talks in a very simple language. 124A. Sedition.— Whoever, by words, either spoken or written, or by signs, or by visible representation, or otherwise, brings or attempts to bring into hatred or contempt, or excites or attempts to excite disaffection towards. the Government established by law in  [India],  shall be punished with  [imprisonment for life], to which f...

There are certain relationships which are written on sands.I personally feel I have many  of that sort in my collection. The first teacher i was chanced to come across must be my mom, to be precise "mummy" I call.Possibly  it should have been my opportunity to get the best teacher to open the inning of academic career.Truth is rare people get a B.Ed post graduate to learn the abc of abc.... I feel that short span should be considered the most lovely,enthrilling and sweetest phase of my life.She is not the one teacher in the street who is concerned with the pros and cons of what to learn.Her class always started with why to learn and always concluded with how to learn.And the rest of the thing she used to leave up to me. That short period of my life taught me many things beyond my academics.Even today when I take to pen and paper I do not eat any thing,...for she always underlined the tagline try to love your subject,try to respect your instrument. But soon things chang...

Scenario is that every wednesday the continuous four hours are boring ",some people say...irresistible some people say.I have even heard remarks like depressive and life threatening from the so called attendance philic block of the batch. yes, I am talking about the four hour slot of basic science and environmental science.  Today afternoon when almost half of the institute was chattering keyboard ,struggling with chat box dilemma of what to say what not to say,hitting angry birds,or surfing dc++(an incampus facility :  DC++ is a free and open-source alternative to the original client, NeoModus Direct Connect (NMDC); it connects to the same file-sharing network and supports the same file-sharing protocol. One of the reasons commonly attributed to the aforementioned popularity of DC++ is that it has no adware of any kind, unlike NMDC.), I was the one absorbed in the class room .I was just trying to trace out some proposal to paint the scenario with a bit indolent brush....