Sunday, November 30, 2008

FREEDOM...


Since childhood I was fascinated by sea, searching its boundries while sitting on the shore but never able to make out!! It has always appeared like a magnanimous blanket to me, hiding all the secrets of this earth within, like a faithful soldier committed to safeguard enormous wealth of this planet till his last breath…But alas!! It is still captured within the cage of this earth, yearning to fly, yearning to be free, hiding the aches inside its depth sometimes quietly, sometimes bursting in a storm of emotions expressing its helplessness… People come, they admire its charisma, its outer beauty but what about its inner misery?? The sun rises, it sets, then again rises, but still there is darkness, still there is eeriness, still there is mystery… Those waves full of dreams & ambitions, emerge with full hope & confidence, with a desire to touch the sky, with a desire of capturing few of those wandering clouds somewhere deep within but extinguish with those unfulfilled wishes & submerge in that dark well of ocean…But are they dead?? Or preparing to remerge again, for a battle against the failures, against the destiny, with the weapons of courage & patience…
As we are a free nation, a question which I want to put in front of all of you is, what does ‘freedom’ mean to you?? This word has different meanings for everybody…To me it is that pleasure which one gets from petty things (no great happening required at all!!!) That feeling to be on our own, to explore those things about which nobody has thought of, to dance on your favorite music, to roam around the city alone in a bus or maybe metro, to buy your favorite dress with whatever expenses you have, to eat whatever you feel like in your favorite restaurant, to express your thoughts & to be happy in whatever state you are…
If freedom is such a ‘small’ word, then why one feels caged, helpless & surrendered?? Why one succumbs to the chains of this cruel world?? Why one feels breathless in the strands of this earth & searches for his own sky?? These are few questions which come to my mind repeatedly…
That’s why I have tried to depict that helplessness in my poem Samander…. It’s the story of a girl who feels caged on this earth like the ocean, very helpless, but jealous of that magnanimous blue sky which looks like a playground to her, huge yet so confined, still yet so moving, mysterious yet so attractive, quite yet so tempting…she has everything but still empty handed, still yearning for more, still searching for destiny , her purpose of being… as if everything stolen by that mysterious sky, to which she is attracted, coz it has everything which she doesn’t or at least it seems to be that way!! she is alive but still trying to climb the staircase of life… she has lots of desires, lots of submerged wishes, dreams, ambitions but very vague, like a jigsaw puzzle which she is still trying to sort out… Her life is a never ending epic of failures, each chapter taught her to rise, to shine & to make her own destiny…
And so I dedicate my poem Samander to that small girl in me who yearns to break the strands of rules & fly with all her wings spread in the blue sky….

SAMANDAR...


samander ki jaise chadar si bichi ho is zameen pe
hazaron raaz chipaaye apni gehraayi mein,
maano keh raha ho kuch aasman se,
ki ey neele aasman, mujhe bhi apni tarah khuda ka aashiyaan bana,
dil jalta hai us abr ko dekhkar,
jisse tera taumr ka dostana hai!

Main bhi un befikr parindo ki tarah tujhme udna chahta hoon,
Is zameen ke pinjre ko todna chahta hoon…
apne andar ke toofano se joojhte joojhte thak gaya hoon main,
ab zara se sukoon se to mulaqat kara!

logon ko meri khaamoshi dekhkar kayi gumaan hote hain,
pur kaise sunaoon main unhe apni aahon ki goonj!!
kaise dikhaaoon unhe apni bekasi ka aalam!!
ik nanhi kashti ka sahara to main hoon,
pur mera sahara kaun hai?
mujhe bhi to saahil ka deedar kara...

khuda ne aaftab ke noor se nawaza hai tujhe,
do boond roshni ki mujhme bhi to chalka!
Log kehte hain ki kisi chor pe tu mujhme samamta hai,
Aur tera aks mujhpe ubhar aata hai,
Pur ye to ik haseen dhoka hai,
Jo hakikat se maat kha jata hai…

Humari aashnaayi ki gazal to ye lehren bhi gungunati hain,
Apne armaano ke suron ko sajaaye,
Khaufnaak chttano se bekhabar,
Tere deedar ke liye machal jaati hain…
ab kaun samjhaaye inhe,
Ki inke armaano ka anjaam to sirf toot kar bikhar jana hai…
Magar ye phir se honslon ki muskaan apne hothon pe sajaaye,
Khwaabon ke tukde batorne uthti hain,phir girti hain , phir uthti hain…
Bus thora sa aasman apne daman mein chupane…

Saturday, November 29, 2008

THE HORRIFYING FACE OF TERROR...


Mumbai ( hotel taj, oberoi tritand, nariman house), 26-29 nov 2008, more than 160 killed & about 300 injured... the most terrible attack on mankind in the Indian history..
This is the horrifying face of terror, unimaginable terror... 3 nights & 2 days of horror past by, still a lot of price to pay by the common man & the nation...
The images & clips shown on the television has left me numb & shuddering from inside.. i can still feel those goose bumps, my heartbeat has still not come back to normal, i still wish that this should be a bad bad nightmare & not the truth... but very sadly, the bitterness of this truth has captured our country & made us a hostage of terrorism...
WHY?? WHY WITH US?? Why always a common innocent man has to suffer?? What’s our fault?? What’s anybody’s fault for that matter?? Hundreds who have lost their lives in a matter of a few hours, never would have thought that they would never be able to return back alive from a dinner, or a conference, or a meeting or just a night out!!
Its easy for us to discriminate the politicians, blame the system or pass comments sitting at home in front of the television but no one can imagine the plight of people who actually faced death, or those who are left behind to mourn on the untimely death of their loved ones, or what those brave commandos, army men & soldiers must have gone through while sacrificing their precious lives just so that we can sleep peacefully in our homes...
(A song is echoing repeately in my ears while writing these lines-
Kar chale hum fida jaano tan saathiyo,
Ab tumhare hawaale vatan saathiyo)
“TERRORISM”, yes “terrorism” is the word which is responsible for all this, not 1 man or a group or the system... terrorism is a devil who is not a hindu nor a muslim, it has no religion, no conscious, no fear, no guilt & no aim... it has just come to kill, destroy & make us suffer...
life will come to normal in a few days, as “the show must go on”.. our nation has still a lot of strength left to bounce back & it will.. perhaps this whole episode will enter in the books of Indian history.. but the black spots of blood, sweat & tears will remain forever to remind us about the horrifying face of terror which our nation faced in these 3 days... & the battle is not over yet, the remains have to be gathered, the bodies haAdd Imageve to be counted, the blood has to be measured...
“jung to chand roz hoti hai,
Zindgi barson talak roti hai”

MEMOIRS...


Ye daulat bhi le lo,Ye shohrat bhi le lo,
Bhale cheen lo mujhse meri jawani,
Magar mujhko lauta do vo bachpan ka sawan,
Vo kagaz kashti, vo baarish ka paani..
(Jagjit Singh)

Those were the best days of my life, few very precious moments of the past buried deep inside my heart under the soil of the present… Few memories, sometimes faint, sometimes crystal clear, always a foremost content of my thoughts… Its not that I cannot exist without them, but
only as a living being without a soul!! There are times when I tried to relive the past, capture those moments somewhere inside me making them a part of my identity…
Those streets, those people, those moments, that happiness, those tears, that madness, that carelessness, was all coming back to me bit by bit, piece by piece like flashes of light, like drops of rain, like pearls in the ocean though very old but seem to be very fresh, very new…
Those years, those 5 years of a doctor in the making, were just a few drops from the ocean of my life, but their absence is still felt deeply in my heart. Life has shown me a lot of peaks & troughs during that time.. Many people came & went, sometimes making a difference, sometimes not, giving a new direction to my personality, every time making me a stronger & a better human being.. They changed my attire, my persona, made me capable of facing the big bad world alone…It was then when I came to know the meaning of words like trust, faith, hope, knowledge, hard work, confidence, ambition, dreams..It was then when I learnt to search happiness in petty things… It was then when I started understanding life..
I was just 19 yrs old when I entered college… An innocent girl with a pure heart & a sacred soul came out of her shell to discover the world… I felt like a little birdie who has just been released from her cage, mesmerized by that enormous sky, trying to spread her wings, all set for her first flight!!
All those 5 years, I felt myself on a rollercoaster of dreams, sometimes low, sometimes high but still moving…
My poem, yaadein, which I wrote in one go (coz I never felt short of words!!) is very special & close to my heart as I have lived its each & every word at some point of my life. I just sat there in a trance with a pen in my hand & it just sailed through the sea of thoughts, extracting words from its depth, arranging them one by one…
This is a journey of a very ordinary girl from teenage to adulthood, from innocence to smartness, from dreams to reality, from planning to achievement… A story of a girl’s ambitions, a story of her friends and all those unforgettable moments...
And so I dedicate this poem to all my dear friends with whom I have spent a very important phase of my life, to all those days of struggle, disappointment, hope & determination, to all those moments of nostalgia which transformed me completely…

YAADEIN...


Aaj phir vo guzre saal yaad aaye,
Doston ke saath guzare chand lamhe zahan mein muskuraye….
zindgi ke samander ne bus kuch boonden thi chalkaayi,
phir bhi humne is samander mein kuch kami si thi paayi...
aaj phir vo guzre saal yaad aaye,
doston ke saath guzare chand lamhe zahan mein muskuraye....

vo baat baat pe gila shikwa,
us har shikwe mein pyar tha barsa,
kabhi to har baat ko dil pe lagana,
to kabhi doston ki naadani samajh kar bhool jana,
vo har baar roothna, pur phir maan jana,
vo ek doosre se khushiyaan baantna,
lekin gum mein bhi saath nibhana....
vo raaton ko doston ke saath sair pe jana,
aur subah hote hi apne apne kaamon mein ulajh jana,
phir din bhar ki thakaan ko chai ki chuskiyon se bhagana!!
kabhi to befikr hokar masti mein naachna gaana,
aur kabhi choti choti baaton ki fikr mein doob jana....
vo saath saath galiyon ki khaakh channa,
phir palak jhapakte hi shehar ke ek kone se doosre pe pahunch jana,
aur miljul kar pyari pyari shararatein karna...
vo ek doosre ke liye shauk se khana pakana,
aur phir rookhi sookhi khakar khush ho jana!!!
imtihan ki taiyaari mein din aur raat ka fark bhool jana,
aur phir mehnat rang laane par khushi se uchal jana!!!
vo ghar ki yaad mein aankhen bhar aana,
phir sabr se dil ko samjhana...
vo chuttiyaan shuru hone ki besabri se raah dekhna,
pur phir se doston ko milne ke liye din ginna...
vo ek doosre ko khatti meethi baatein batana,
pur kehkar phir bhool jana!!
Kabhi to ek thake hue khiladi ki tarah haar maan jana,
To kabhi honsle batorke phir se josh mein aana,
Aur aasman ko chune ke khwaab sajana…
aaj phir vo guzre saal yaad aaye,
doston ke saath guzare chand lamhe zahan mein muskuraye....

zindgi to aage chal padi hai magar,
hum reh gaye hain aaj peeche,
in yaadon ke chand tukde batorne...
aaj phir vo guzre saal yaad aaye,
doston ke saath guzare chand lamhe zahan mein muskuraye,
haan vahi guzre saal........