Litmus test

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....

This is my evening debate piece on the grand occasion of the foundation day IIT Kharagpur. well by heart I was not against the motion but I was told to oppose the motion. Good evening, coming straight to the motion and against the motion "should hockey-India's national game be privatized?" my answer is no. Through the ironic effort out of the white men's burden ,India and pakistan were the two countries where this game flourished ,nurtured ans soon mesmerized the city with its aura. Today it is in a baffling state,passing through the phase of saturation,but privatization is not the gate way to perfection. Privatization leads to shift of power to an approximate autonomy.An option to privatize indian hockey will surely mean that a sport of national importance is being converted to an entrepreural venture, that in turn gets inclined towards leeching profits.And hence the power of people and its representatives to check and crosscheck the system will be lost fo...

back drop: well one of my friend asked me to share my evening debate .And more over I do not deny things. Good evening,coming straight to the motion and for the motion :team anna is a spent force, my answer is yes ..it is. And there are long driven aspects and reasoning behind this affirmation. decline in support force:Democracy is contest of ideas.The way Hazare and to be precise annamenia has turned up ,it seems they have no stomach for an open debate.They are exhorting every one -one who is willing to listen or not to listen in the same line .This lack of rationalism ,lack of sensibility in his persuasion has led to a marginal decline in his fellow support force. next,the large chunk of supporters of  anna's movement consist of upper middle class.They are the people who work in the corporates .they are the real benefactors of liberalization, privatization and globalization which has actually led to corruption.So the irony of situation that benefactors of corruption ...

एक शहर धुंधला धुंधला सा  मेरे अन्दर रहता है | कुछ गलियां टेढ़ी मेढ़ी सी , चौराहे व्यस्त व्यस्त से , एक राज बनाये बैठे हैं | आँखे उनकी ,बातें उनकी  सब याद सजाये बैठे हैं | लफ्ज़ मेरे बिखरे बिखरे  एक आवाज बनाये बैठे हैं | ध्वनि और प्रतिध्वनि  एक अल्फाज़ बनाये बैठे है | छोटी छोटी बातों पे  वो मुहं लटकाए कहता है : एक शहर धुंधला धुंधला सा  मेरे अन्दर रहता है | कुछ सिकन समेटे चेहरे हैं  कुछ बेख़ौफ़ धड़कते मोहरे हैं  कुछ लम्हों में खोये खोये  कंधो पे मेरे सोये हैं | कुछ गोदी में सर छुपाये  सिसक सिसक के रोये हैं | उन आँखों की मख्मूरियत;  उन चेहरों की बेपर्द नीयत , सब दूर कहीं खामोसी की  मखमल मिटटी में बोये हैं | उन बिखरे बिखरे अश्कों का  सैलाब  यहीं से बहता है | एक शहर धुंधला धुंधला सा  मेरे अन्दर रहता है | और एक शहर है संग मेरे  जो उलटी सीधी बातें करता है | दो टूक सी बातों से  भींगे भींगे डरता है | घुटने टेके हाथ फैलाए  सिक्कों की ख्वाहिश करता है | खुद पे उसे विश्वास...