Friday, October 29, 2010

the last journey of a genius

i'm an explorer okay, i get curious about everything and i want to investigate all kinds of stuff. The Quest For Tannu Tuva[1988]

Sunday, October 17, 2010

तमन्ना बनी तमाशा

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू--क़ातिल में है
वतन,) करता नहीं क्यूँ दूसरी कुछ बातचीत,
देखता हूँ मैं जिसे वो चुप तेरी महफ़िल में है

शहीद--मुल्क--मिल्लत, मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार,
अब तेरी हिम्मत का चरचा ग़ैर की महफ़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

वक़्त आने पर बता देंगे तुझे, आसमान,
हम अभी से क्या बताएँ क्या हमारे दिल में है
खेँच कर लाई है सब को क़त्ल होने की उमीद,
आशिकों का आज जमघट कूचा--क़ातिल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

है लिए हथियार दुश्मन ताक में बैठा उधर,
और हम तैयार हैं सीना लिए अपना इधर.
ख़ून से खेलेंगे होली अगर वतन मुश्क़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हाथ, जिन में है जूनून, कटते नही तलवार से,
सर जो उठ जाते हैं वो झुकते नहीं ललकार से.
और भड़केगा जो शोला सा हमारे दिल में है,
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हम तो घर से ही थे निकले बाँधकर सर पर कफ़न,
जाँ हथेली पर लिए लो बढ चले हैं ये कदम.
ज़िंदगी तो अपनी मॆहमाँ मौत की महफ़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

यूँ खड़ा मक़्तल में क़ातिल कह रहा है बार-बार,
क्या तमन्ना--शहादत भी किसी के दिल में है?
दिल में तूफ़ानों की टोली और नसों में इन्कलाब,
होश दुश्मन के उड़ा देंगे हमें रोको आज.
दूर रह पाए जो हमसे दम कहाँ मंज़िल में है,
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

वो जिस्म भी क्या जिस्म है जिसमे हो ख़ून--जुनून
क्या लड़े तूफ़ान से जो कश्ती--साहिल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू--क़ातिल में है

अफ़सोस !! अब बची बस यह तमन्ना मेरे यार !!
बेईमानी अत्याचार बेरोज़गारी और काफी कुछ हैं आर और पार !!

क्या "इस" देश की स्वतंत्रता थी तुम्हारी जान से प्यारी?
ए सरफ़रोश, तुम्हारे भारत में हैं सिर्फ भूखे और भिखारी !!
देख रहे हो अगर तुम हालत इस देश का अभी ,
क्या अपनी जान कुर्बान देने की करते तैयारी?

जान से प्यारी है मुझे भारत तेरी तरह
काश सारे भारतीय सोचते हमारी तरह
लड़ पड़े हैं न जाने किस उम्मीद में
लड़ाई तो तुमने भी की थी इनका मतलब है तो सिर्फ पैसों में !!

काश मैं भी होती तेरे संग
जब तुने जीती यह जंग
हो जाती मैं भी शहीद ए दोस्त इस देश नाल
आज देखना न पडता इस देश का दयनीय हाल !!

पड़ी है ज़रुरत तेरी ए बहादुर
दे दूं अपनी उत्सुक जान तेरे आने के खातिर?

कर कुछ ऐसा चमत्कार जो पलते इस स्तिथि को
निडर, हम आगे बढें समृद्धि की ओर !!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

patriotism bordering delirium

she is glad she has lived to witness this unending state of conquest

so she wishes to mark this space here as a tribute to all the winners who have made her want to physically be in Delhi to watch the splendid display of dexterity.

hats off to the boxers. it was a treat to have the national anthem played time and again during the medal ceremony.

kudos to the women who brought home gold at the 4 * 400m relay. BOY! that was a titillating rush of adrenalin. So was the 4*100m men and women.

and not to mention sania nehwall who helped us retain the second position !! - a class apart.

"Australia is home in style as numero uno already. But the real battle is being fought just behind them for the Number 2 slot in the Commonwealth Games medals tally." says an online report.

what makes the aussies numero uno after all!!?

is it their diet? is it some congenial weather? is it a particluar assortment of gene pool? is it the political benevolence?

ARGH!! there seems to be a perspective that is amiss.

the sheer attitude!! that uncompromising pride and love of sports.. that pushes them a notch above their own capabilities.

a painful discovery being many Indian sportmen travelling to Australia for this love of sports and the coaching the country provides to the immaculate sports lovers!!

she wanted to make it big in sports herself at some point in her life... one could tell why she is just writing about it now.. after all she is not an australian!!

Friday, October 8, 2010

Save our Souls:

Despite the despair, dreams don't die: "When school reopens, I will continue working to become a doctor. It's very important for me as I saw my grandmother die paralysed and untreated," says 10-year-old Gulzar, who is living at the camp in Mundhighaz.

She stood there with her eyes wide open

Every part of her hoping

some miracle will engulf this ruin

and restore peace to nature's misdoing

You took away what you gave

Oh mighty Indus, you have left behind a grave!

Many unlucky ones could only watch others flee

relatives and loved ones could do nothing but plea

A momentary anguish for those who died

a perpetual haunting for those who have barely survived

Could there be a worser torment than

never to see your child ever again?

Many a times as soon as a tragedy ends

The scale of its aftermath is too hard to comprehend

8 million are homeless and hungry and still counting

but the grief of just one seems so real and excruciating

Some have set out on an aimless exodus

Swat to the north to Sindh to the south, the wreck is relentless!!

Inspite of the sincere appeals to the locals to evecuate

"WE are bound by our land" they'd retaliate

"It was such a lively place, but I watched it drown before my eyes"

Perhaps its a vacuum that no worldly dominion could suffice

Nature and cosmos have articulated their mighty abilities to create and distort

oh that reminds her of this conspicuous phrase:

To the dumb question “Why me?” the cosmos barely bothers

to return the reply: Why not?

Sunday, October 3, 2010

.....euphoric melancholy

She remembers it clearly!
Oh so clearly... The elation this song brings and the world she obliviously wanders in while listening to the composition....It is a mixture of melancholy and jubiliation... It is as if she were dreaming and she is walking past a field with dense crops followed by an open lawn. One step on the lawn and she feels a gush of cold breeze all over her body lifting her senses up.. Oh, was rapture synonymous to this feeling? The sky was grey with thick black clouds scattered all over. What a picture to admire, she thought!! She fell in love with the moment that she cried to stay still and freeze so the moment would never cease to amaze her. The clouds gave way to tiny bulky droplets of water. She saw them coming towards her. Dare she thought she'd even blink as it separated her from the moment which seemed like an eternity. The first drop hit her cheek and she travelled back in time when her mother planted the first kiss. For hours rain poured drenching her from head to toe but she wouldn't move. As the rain gradually concludes displaying its magnificence, she slowly opens her eyes to verity and hit the 'PLAY' button all over agian :)
Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.