Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Better Remind Yourself that you are a Physics Student 2

                                            
Better Remind Yourself that you are a Physics student  -2

Introduction

So there you are ,after a long time .Now see, that what a girl can do  to you….Off many  things to list a few are  like - now you smell good (thanks to Old Spice Deodorant  )….your dressing sense has improved drastically (From Lowers to jeans, From sandals to shoes ,From funky sporty T shirts to shirts  )….instead of shaving every fortnight now you shave every Fridays ….You have become so  conscious about how you look that even  if the  people from physics fraternity call you a fop, you will hardly mind  … you now dress well just for her ….even to an extent that your impeccable image of unusually simple and that of an indifferent intellectual diminishes .All the more for a person rhetorical as you ,the girl not only changes your outer self, in fact, she enters your creative territory and eventually fires your artistic  instinct …instigates your writer within , that was sleeping all these years  ……..From a freelance writer  you now seem to be in process of turning up into a  scripturient
And above all she  captures your heart  and then slowly intoxicates the mind and slowly the reign of mind ,body and soul gets in her hands. The first thing that happens is that through heart she makes a mark in your head and almost kicks out Schrodinger ,Lagrange ,Newton ,Hamilton…. in one go ! You feel as if love has been blossoming at expense of the expulsion of these nerds, since by the time they were there, they resisted within your mind but poor fellows can’t spare their space ultimately being captured by an unarmed and innocent girl .You know that you are an aware student so somehow you give  these nerds  shelter in a few scanty pockets of your head …
You know that you are highly sceptic and  taking a rational approach you could easily figure out that she has never been there and that is was you, all desperate, to include her in your life  ,it seems she has made a space but  deep inside you know the truth, that it is not her mistake ,she is innocent ,she even might not know that now she resides in a place called Heart  ,you never told her .Did you ! You yourself are riding in the cloud of dreams created by you ….
Moreover you don’t wish to capture her, your lone wish is that she comes daily, stands quite away from you and you could daily take the elixir of beauty and rejuvenate yourself since your heart is stolen, your mind has been captured and now you are nothing but a living corpse and daily when she arrives she infuses life in you ……..
She has never said anything to you …It was you only who have unintentionally fallen for her …..You have lost yourself in the hands of the person who doesn’t even know that in her captivity is your life …You never have talked of what you feel for her ….At this time all you wish is her nod for your friendship ..All you want is recognition in her eyes ........You now finally come on the conclusion that your loneliness and her innocuous captivating reserve has plunged you in the deep waters of misery.
Misery! What are you talking about?
Yeah misery -when you like someone and if you can’t express to her what you feel then it is a disaster,it is a wound left undressed ,it bleeds .The heart always had a solemn promise with you  to be along with you  in all hardships ,pains and miseries but has lost its way this time .You see her daily ,your heart daily pumps up and down in the anticipation of her arrival ,her presence itself makes your heart throb in unusual ecstasy and then your heart realizing it is a heart of a physics student  silences itself and hides  itself in the darkness of unknowingness .
It pretends, it says that better deceive yourself...And reiterate to yourself that physics and love don’t go in sync with each other. Subject as dry as physics will never irrigate the fields of love.
 The ‘dynamics’ of heartbeat which gets ‘triggered’ seeing her, daily sets itself in slow motion soon because you know that you are a physics student and the lone aim of yours is not that girl but deep within you lies an agony of being not able to find a place for yourself in her heart..
It seems she has entered into your heart completely and evading yourself from her thoughts is almost impossible ….She does not know but her decency , innocence , modesty  and above all her pleasant smile , soothing voice ,expressive eyes have gushed into your hearts like the horrible waters of the flood…
Your are mesmerized by the ways she approaches …tak.. tak.. tak.. She enters the class, for you it seems as if tak.. tak ..tak.. ….she enters into your heart ………
You know as of now you have never been into a great conversation with her and whatever you have talked to her is something which you  can hardly recollect...since whenever she comes to talk to you ..you have never had courage to look into her  eyes  and say something and by the time you gathered all your courage to utter something she would have turned her back  by then …
Now in reveries you might be still talking to her … but the physical ‘she’ has gone …
Whenever she does not turn up it seems to you  a gloomy day and you just roam here and there
aimlessly .Her absence makes your heart dreary .It is like a deep intense feeling that demands nothing but her attention .You know that you are in a divine ecstasy called love where conquering someone is not your aim , just ,appreciating her beauty is the sole aim and her presence the only purpose for which you daily visit the mundane  lab ..

Episode 1

The other day you were sitting at  ‘Nukkad Tea Shop’ and the first thing you notice is that the people all around you, are almost staring at you with amusement and curiousity .Then somehow one reason that you could figure out is that they are seeing how you speak .You feel they are accustomed to people speaking in local dialect  or even ‘khadi boli’  but to them your way  of speaking a mix of Hindi and English is something unusual …
And  then one person just could not contain himself and erupted out of sheer curiosity and fired a declarative inquisition …
Aap yahn ke   toh nahi lagte .Aap south se ho kya ??”
You could have easily been confronted at this but rather you thank Lord! That he didn’t come out with name of the sate .Yeah it has happened to me quite a lot .I mean people are sometimes so sure about my south Indian ethnicity disguised by my dark complexion, features and the way of speaking that they don’t ask this silly question rather they fire another one
are you a tamil ,telgu ,kannad or a malayali ?”
In case you feel to bifurcate them to questions having two options, then by Permutations and combinations of taking two languages of the four at a time 6 questions can be asked!
You see how this has come into the scenario .The reason is simple, on that day you came dressed up and with application of fairness cream you thought you would have been looking a bit fairer but the question of being south Indian told you that you are no match to her …..Although you always have  refrained from such thoughts by saying that anything is possible in love since “pyaar aandha hota hai” but this was not it …else the statement would have worked.
The other incident that happened at “nukkad tea shop” led you to a deep introspection…
At the shop, one of your friends came and while talking frivolous stuff, he abruptly told in the midst of the conversation “is saal ka kya scene hai!  Teen saal ho gaye ,baatein bohot kar li ,is saal karega ki nahi top ?”  And now a cold sweat drop rolls from your head …..From the state of beautiful dreams all of sudden this statement jolts you up severely..You are completely shaken at the state of yours and you suddenly realize that examinations are approaching …Now you certainly feel the bruise within…

And all the way to your home while you drive...The only thing that you keep repeating to yourself:

Bhaad main gayi saali,bhaav bhi nahi deti aur main hun ki ….peeche pada huya hun “

 Ambitions are good even dreaming is good but thinking of a something beyond capacity makes you crippled ,it leads you at times to the  most degraded  position ….Rightly has someone said   :Cut your coat according to your cloth .
And over these years you have been dreaming a lot but nothing has transpired into concrete efforts and so are the disappointing results ……
You know this has been happening to you for long now and that you have become so resistant that you hardly feel so bad about it .Over ambitiousness is the most dangerous thing because while you lead on this oblivious path people also around you start expecting and when you fall ,there is no one around because everyone was around you to see you how soon you fall ,they were not there motivate .They are the people who enjoy your disaster  ,your doom to them is a festival
Sometimes when  you feel disheartened and you feel like going to Hospital Road
-the most beautiful place at 6 pm or so and why do you say so??
The birds chirp aloud at this time and whenever some deep inquiry has started and you feel that you hardly have an answer and the depression is all about to envelope you
Just sit somewhere at Hospital Road and just get lost in the clamour and commotion that chirping of birds fill the air with..You always feel that it is only place in Udaipur where you can forget yourself...You can see the birds coming back …the hope …the little baby birds …. The arrival of parent birds and the sweet chirpings fills the sky with joy …and sorrow of yours eventually fades away
but today this was not your route ….
So today you just make a resolution to not to look at her… but deep inside you know that this is not a firm one ,still somehow you make up your mind…
Failure, fragmented will power and advent of a girl make a  deadly combination ….
Mind you, it is fatal especially when you have to study at MLSU taking up all the load of the inefficiency of the teachers ….



Episode 2
Another autumn morning you move with all determination dressed up (something that she has taught you up unknowingly)….  But this time sunlight plays the trick..
You are walking with confidence and determination ….
And then in front of Department Of Physics you see her radiating face ..Rays of sunlight have illuminated her face ….. You still say to yourself: All that glitters is not gold  and then you stand  at a distance to her … With eyes looking down on the earth  and just evading any eye contact with her … But your heart says to your mind “ki saale yeh kya kar raha hai ,khud ko hi paagal bana raha hai”
 Your heart however admits –She is divine .Her silence has always something to say ! And then all of sudden she calls your name in a very soft voice and utters abruptly with mischievous smile
teri girl friend ne maara hai kya tujhe “
And then you murmur a..aa..a..ee…girl friend
and then cutting short is her grin and her plain explanation :
Are mazaak tha ; aisa muh kyun ban rakha hai ;mar gaya hai kya “
And in the long list of her qualities this one comes almost  in a flash :Unusual frankness and flamboyance   
And all you determination collapses and all you remember is the quote of the Tolstoy from War And Peace :
“Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women.”

In laboratory  she is lively to her friends and you feel very desperate  that you can’t reach out to her and laugh along …But from one corner you gaze at her lively face ,and you say to yourself :Ecstatic ! she is …Mix of intelligence and liveliness …While you gaze at her and sometimes it happens she also sees you but then you look at the roof as if you were looking at the archaic  construction of the laboratory  …
The god has always been tremendously unjust to you  -the only thought that haunts your mind .
From the table of ‘square wave generator’ you look diagonally at her who seems deeply involved in the experiment of ‘Schmitt Trigger’. Her way of working, devotion and diligence all the more impresses you!
Meanwhile it happens that you and she are all alone in the dark room (Optics laboratory)  and she …
looks so beautiful in the light of the sodium lamp ..This only a reluctant experimentalist can observe ….In the darkness of the room you have forgotten yourself and today it struck you what ‘bekhudi’ means
Yeah :In 1999 you listened to it for the very first time
hoshwalon ko khabar kya ,bekhudi kya cheeez hai”
and it has been you inquisition since then ,you were never able to comprehend  it but today  it has struck you as the principle of buoyancy  struck to Archimedes ….her maroon pullover and black chhuni have all the more left your heart in despair …
You now  feel you have crossed yet another level and have entered a passionate state called bekhudi  in which one looses oneself ..you now could hardly find flaws in her …
And  lone sentence ,
“You are beautiful”
 which travelled all the way from  your heart takes an abrupt halt at your throat
In the Sodium lamp light you could see her lips they don’t resemble to the Cupid’s bow
Her  eyes wide though not deep ,expressive ,inquisitive all penetrating ,full of life force but they however lack naughty appeal which is quite unusual because you know  that she is full of life and fun loving ..but her eyes at this time reflect poise and calmness …You have become an ardent fan of her .It might be possible that for all other people she is not that beautiful but you say to yourself that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and for you she is the most elegant girl of the world ….

and you can’t resist saying to yourself

“Elegance is a glowing inner peace. Grace is an ability to give as well as to receive and be thankful. Mystery is a hidden laugh always ready to surface! Glamour only radiates if there is a sublime courage & bravery within: glamour is like the moon; it only shines because the sun is there.” 

―Joybell C

and above all the quintessential simplicity that surrounds her

and  you finally agree to Leonardo Da Vinci that


“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”





Saturday, December 7, 2013

Better Remind yourself that you're a physics student

Better Remind yourself that you're a physics student

I guess that this is an apt title for writing an intense note about what happens on you when a girl and her captivating reserve or introvert persona  almost envelopes all of your heart and you suddenly realize that physics and love don't go in sync with each other . The ecstasy of beauty remains to be the biggest challenge that you still need to conquer. It's like a trap, you know, it's there right there and you knowingly fall into, knowing the consequence can be fatal, but still, you don't stop following a dangerous pathway …..

To start with, you are sitting in a classroom well divided from centre, as if the centre defines the segregation, indeed required when you are a physics student …
It is the dividing line that clearly distinguishes that on the left are the laborious devoted  diligent spontaneous girls and on the right are the notorious boys (barring a few) who spare not even a single chance to pull anybody's leg or tease anyone and do not leave any moment flaunting any remark and laughing wildly - feral species !
And all of sudden, while your frivolous talks are still on air, there arrives a girl, tall enough to look into your eyes straight , her pretty smile , although the  least expressive ,thoroughly introvert and shy (only what that seems from first impression) ,her white skin spotless ,intact without any blemish ,her innocence ,her simplicity, her eyes wide -purity flows from them ;A pair of glasses-frame less  over her eyes  which all the let you drown yourself from her eyes deep down to her heart . In yellow salvar suit she almost leaves you awestruck and while you are on the musical trip of romantic collections that have started ruling your mind …
Mathematical Methods in Physics is what you see on the board very clearly boldly and conspicuously suggesting you the harsh reality. It almost bruises the cushion of love that surrounded your heart a little while ago .In an ultimate despair, you put all you concentration on the board. You find that your eyes are reading vector calculus and your heart is throbbing, singing and your mind all of sudden in chase of the words (This time you realize that what really you lack is the vocabulary; all else is there - expressions sensations emotions and instrument to express them has been rusted for years since you hardly have compulsory English for 5 years or so)
.A poet is born-adoring her beauty, trying to put them in words
A sculptor is born –carving her beauty deep inside your heart .
Almost everything has turned out to be as beautiful as nature in springs
Beauty –as you feel is divine, unbound, something that can’t be expressed in word. It’s like truth –Truth something which can’t be defined, it is something which when expressed looses itself ….
All of sudden, meanwhile she introduces herself and you are once again drowned in her eloquent way of speaking …
Oh my God! Says your heart with almost a cold sigh ,you breath speed doubles …as if you have fallen for her and then you jolt yourself from deep inside convincing yourself that it is just a crush ,nothing else !!
For three years, rigorous mathematics has almost made you dry and if some beautiful girl has struck your mind and has far flung open door of your heart, it’s no big deal ….
Although deep down you know that your conviction is not too strong and it is something that you feel is the need of the hour to just comfort yourself…Deep down ,although ,you know you are crazy for her and somehow it is not something that can be settled under the tag friendship.
Strangely and almost an electric response that haunts you is,”dost hum chunte hain par pyaar humein chunta hai “(We choose friends by our will but on contrary love chooses us!).Unknowingly without knocking the doors of our heart, it breaks into our heart and lights up every corner of our heart which was earlier filled with darkness of solitude and desperation. The heart which you saved almost we saved from all sort of distractions in schools has suddenly freed from our control and is on a wild roam and the melancholy that covered your heart intensifies, longing to interact, craving to know her, eagerly wanting to talk …
And then with almost an unfailing resolve, you determine to deter yourself from such thoughts but in vain ….
You have suffered from this many times, so you remind yourself that you are just lovesick and moreover now you are a physics student …..
An exuberating long breath you take and strong willed with eyes all wide open you ready yourself to take your Quantum Mechanics lecture with utmost seriousness.
As lecture progresses, mundane and board filled up with all weird notations and symbols, you yawn and as you stretch your arms and on the left you again happen to see her and stealthily you glance and deep down once again your heart throbs with unusual emotions...
Now as you know, after lecture, people flock around you to know your hindutva philosophy and they always come to you to get your almost radical views on religion, politics, terrorism, state of economy and many other issues in which they think that you have a special opinion but today the heart that as of now has always been rebellious, revolutionary and a Hindu nationalist has today been covered by the mist of love and despair to talk to her has since morning been pricking you ….
In crowd all around you your eyes sneak from the gap of two people to just get a glimpse ….
And you start orating a little louder to just grab her attention but you know, she is not the usual one...
Even if she has something to say, she is not going to say it that early ..
She is someone who would patiently settle down and when she feels she is comfortable then only she will erupt…
She is someone who does not wear her heart on her sleeves...
In laboratory, when she calls you abruptly, out of blue, instead of connecting wires, you connect yourself to her eyes...
A flock of hair has covered left side of her face …
And now you know that tragedy has happened ….
Where are the wires you hardly know
where on the board are you connecting them you hardly chance to see them …
What are you talking is something, that your heart isn’t talking
Synthesis of heart and head in the conversation hasn’t been there
Heart is beating with sweetest emotions while head is talking technicalities of electronics …Fish….

प्रेम - २

प्रेम - २

मेरा निर्जन जीवन ,ये ख़ालिस अकेलापन ,

प्रेमाकुल ह्रदय और ये व्याकुल मन,
किसी अपने जैसे की तलाश की ये तड़पन ,
स्वजनों के प्रेम पाश को नकारती ये उलझन ।

माँ का आँचल ,वो लड़कपन ,छूट गया वो बचपन ,
मित्रों का साथ ,वो परिहास ,छूटा वो निकर्षण ,
निर्दोष ,निर्मल मन ,मासूम चेष्ठाएं  ,सुंदर स्वपन,
रह गई अब ,अंधी दौड़ ,अकांक्षाओं का उधेड़बुन ।

ये चाहनाएँ ,ये असीम इच्छाएं ,लो आया यौवन ,
छूटा था बचपन ,असहज था मन ,
बहुप्रतीक्षित ,क्या ये ही है यौवन ,
निः स्पृह मन में सुंदर दिखने की भावनाओं का अंकुरण ,
दर्प जगाता ये दर्पण ,सरलता पर अहं का अन्वलोपन ।

कुछ अभिलाषाएं ,कुछ पाने का जुनून ,
मासूमियत को कुचलता ख्याति का पागलपन ,
भाग्य से ,लड़ लेने का पैदा हुआ था अभिमान ,
पर कहाँ टिका है यहाँ किसी का गुमान ।

ठोकर लगी ,बिखरे स्वपन ,और  ये अंतहीन स्पर्धा ,
हार मिली ,कुंठित हुआ ह्रदय ,मन में व्याप्त थी व्यथा ,
रह गया मैं ,मेरा अकेलापन और ये खालिस सूनापन ,
शिकस्त से टूटे ह्रदय का ये क्रंदन ।

प्रश्नों से छलनी हुआ हृदय ,निष्ठुर हुआ मन ,
पलायन के रास्ते भागा ,मैं ,ह्रदय का हुआ संकोचन ,
तमसाच्छन्न ह्रदय में ,खोया मैं स्वयं ,
दिनों दिन ये तलाश ये भटकन ,
किसी अपने की तलाश में ये तड़पन ।

तुम आओगी ,अपेक्षित था तुम्हारा आगमन ,
मेरी तन्हाई में उल्लास का पुनर्नवन ,
रोज़ की ऐहिक दौड़ में जुनून का पुनः संचरण ,
आंखों में तुम्हारी ,अपनी जगह पाने का उतावालपन ।

अंतर्निहित सौंदर्य का ,चेहरे ,पर तेरे अद्वितीय तेज़ का प्रसरण ,
आँखें तेरी यूँ हिरणी जैसी तो नहीं ,पर कर दिया जीवन को रोशन ,
तेरी सादगी ,तेरी बेबाकी का दैनिक करता ,मैं अभिदर्शन ,
तू नहीं जानती ,पर सौंदर्य तेरा ,मेरे ह्रदय का स्पंदन ।

छुप के दूर से तेरा दीदार करता मेरा निर्वचन ,
झुकी नज़रों से ही सही ,स्वीकारती तू मेरा अभिवादन ,
ना ही चाहिए तेरा ,समर्पण ,ना ही तेरा संस्पर्शन ,
ना ही तेरी भावनाओं का सम्प्रेषण ,ना ही मेरे प्रेम का सम्मोदन ,
ना मैं और ना तू करे मेरा अनुसरण ,
ना करा जाए निःस्वार्थ प्रेम का उदघाटन ।

तेरे  सौंदर्य पाश से आसान नहीं है निष्कर्षण ,
तू यूँ दूर हो भी गई तो ,स्मृतियाँ तेरी करेंगी प्रेम का अभिपोषण ,
तेरी यादों के सहारे होगा जीवन का निर्वहण ,
हुआ मेरे दिल में प्रदीप्त प्रेम का अंकुरण ,
मृत्यु ही करेगी इस बंधन का निस्तारण । ।




Friday, October 25, 2013

शायद

शायद


कभी  अनायास यूँ  ही बह निकलें आंसू बहने दो उन्हें

अन्वेषण को जगह मत दो ,कारण पता ना चले शायद

कि सालों से स्वयं को छिपाए ,ख़ुद को भूल गए हो शायद

भय ,झूठ ,अहम् के लिबास ने ह्रदय ढक लिया हो शायद

बहने दो इन्हें ,चेष्ठा न करो ,ना रोको इन्हें

इस  अंतर्द्वंद्व में समपर्ण ही रास्ता दिखाए शायद

कि  कोई आकाँक्षा का दम घुटा हो  ,
वो  अपना एहसास करा रही हो शायद

कि कोई दर्द छुपा बैठा हो अंदर ,टीस  मार रहा  हो शायद

अपमान ,अपयश  ने छलनी किया हो  ह्रदय,
आज अश्रु धो दें इन्हें शायद

कठोर  बन ,जीवन जिया ,कोमल बनके देखो ,जीवन सहज बन जाए शायद
कि  कोई  काँटा  धंसा हो अंदर ,नासूर बन गया हो घाव शायद

कभी कोई आशंका प्रबल हुई हो ,उसका सामना चुप रहकर किया हो शायद

कभी उजाले को हारते ,तमस ने ह्रदय ढका हो और तुमने आँखें मूंदी हो शायद

कि किसी की बेबसी को नज़र अंदाज़ किया हो तुमने शायद

अन्याय के विरोध में ईश्वरीय अनुकम्पा की अपेक्षा  विफल  हुई हो शायद

कि प्रार्थना ने प्रारब्ध के आगे घुटने टेके हों शायद

अकेलेपन  के साए में किसी की कमी  खली  हो शायद

प्रेम व्याकुल मन कभी यूँ ही तड़पा हो शायद

विरह का गरल कभी ह्रदय में उतारा हो शायद

तो आज उन्मुक्त कर दो लज्जा की बेड़ियों से खुद को ,

कि ये न सोचो कोई क्या सोचेगा

खोल  दो अपने दिल की अँधेरी कुटिया ,जहाँ  समेटा  है  तुमने ये सब

अश्रु  की बाढ़ ,बहा ले जायेगी शायद ||


प्रेम -१

                                            प्रेम -१

सघन 
चेत्सिक अंतर्द्वंद्व में ,
कभी मुक्त मन की उड़ान में ,
कभी निरंकुश सपनों के स्वछन्द विहान में ,
कभी आशंकाओं में ,कभी अकांक्षाओं में ,
कभी हज़ारों की भीड़ में खोजूँ तो ,
स्वप्नों का साकार रूप पाता हूँ 
तुम में।

अभिभूत हूँ ,तुम में निहित सौंदर्य से ,
संजीदगी से लिपटी हो तुम ,
रूहानियत को ढूंढ पाता हूँ तुम ,
कभी अल्हड़ता में तुम्हारी ,अपना
बचपन सजीव पाता हूँ मैं ।

मर्यादों के पशोपेश में ,अभिव्यक्ति से घबराता हूँ मैं ,
आवाज़ की कशिश में तुम्हारी ,डूब जाता हूँ मैं ,
हृदयांतर में प्रकाश स्वरुप पाकर सम्पूर्ण हो जाता हूँ मैं ,
प्रेम के इस बंधन से पुलकित होता हूँ मैं ,

प्रतिक्षण ,इस आत्मीय बंधन से हर्षित होता हूँ मैं ,
इस आत्मिक बंधन को शब्दों से गढ़ता हूँ मैं ,
अद्भुत -अनुपम अनुभूति है तुम्हारा साथ ,
कामना है प्रेम यूँ ही जिए ,निः स्वार्थ ||

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Road To Dream

Road To Dream
[JANUARY 20,2011]

Standing on the threshold of charm and youth
Where world seems illuminated with knowledge and  truth
Inquiry of self is started with stroke of adolescence
Standing as tall as sky , youth is all set to embrace with benevolence

But I run stealthily back, to investigate my lost innocence
Bewildered I run away with exuberance
Freed from shackles of time , yes ,  I run behind shadow of mine

Seeing myself on mom's lap
Her sweet lullaby ,her cuddle and her cushiony tap
As a pilgrim hurries excitedly to shrine
Hesitatingly I run escaping from hands of time
I fade away in memories so fine

There! Look there ! In fields so lush and green
Runs a boy with tender knees behind a beautiful butterfly
In his eyes the ambition to catch the unseen
Freedom and beauty,so divine, flourish under this blue sky

There you see he swings under a mighty tree
So unconstrained ,so relieved he breathes in air so divine , so free
Hops down from swing he sits near a river
Sleeps under a tree , cling on which is a grape's creeper

With eager intention he jumps high
But result was void and a desperate sigh
Smiles beautifully and runs ,progressively as life

Astonishment is the surest reaction
As defeat would have hurt his tender emotion
But he moves unaffected , I gaze astound at his compassion
He runs and runs,falls again,raises again ,runs O !He runs
Runs behind curtains of vision
Once again I try to catch him ;time halts me back to realism

RAATRI JAGRAN

                        RAATRI JAGRAN

As you come down to a time after having dinner which is almost appropriate for a satiable appetite….
You almost think to switch ON the TV to see whether India is being Modified or still Asaram rules the TV and you are certainly pissed off to find the latter still dominates. Moreover seeing Deepak Chaurasia shrewd way of dealing with people and his irritating oratorical skills it seems almost frustrating for you to even keep TV switched ON for a minute ……..
After TV is switched OFF
A lull appears all around and you think as to what to do to remove this boredom …
Racking your brain you find that after having a reluctant stroll on the lane outside your house you may be in a very comfortable state to start off with digital electronics work . As it has always been the case that appears,” Yaar Digital hi toh hai dekh lenge.” And it has been your tryst with overconfidence regarding Digital Electronics that forces you  to give the digital file last priority …..
With almost about to give up and with  lovely bed all set embrace you  with a nice sleep and thought “ki kya hai kal dekh lenge “ …….. Out of blue all of sudden a glance of Tiger appears with mole on his cheek threatening even more …….haunts you  with dreadful consequence …..haalaali……..yourself  as a lamb and he as a atrocious tiger ……..
Then as usual murmuring accusing yourself and then motivating yourself “ kya hai ! bh***** , digital hi toh hai kar lenge …
and you confidently take up the file that you took from Divya from the bag (that you borrowed from your sister) …and as you leaf through the pages …
You feel that rug has been swept under your feet ….
You hear the same voices banging in your eardrums “ ek iski copy dekh aur ek teri “, “pehel  hi kar leta “ “dekh is ladki ka kaam neat tidy clean …shayad words kam pad jaayein “ from your younger sibling
and as usual you  prefer a loud reply “chup chap jake soja “
And next you grumble in mind about the strange juxtaposition of Divya “AGARWAL” and frugality
Yeah.. I mean  ‘agarwals’ are quite frugal
and
 what astonishes you the most …..
Does Divya Agarwal has something to do with frugality when it comes to lab file work …..
You almost go on saying in mind “abbey itna likhne ko kisne kaha tha “……
and then comes an idea of switching on the laptop along with your file work ….
And first thing you almost do in a  flashing second , open three tabs as usual
Facebook , Youtube,Gmail
Mind the order since if papa comes for drinking water which gets noticeable actually audible as he slurps it through…..You may have answer him by saying ki “mail check kar rah hun “. Now as soon as you start with facebook you find against every beautiful chick the green is OFF and you find , out of nowhere , greens against Anit and Vinayak
Hell!! –Is something you mind says up the first
Mundane hours of 12 start with mundane people around then while you were thinking to escape from fb , you see Vinayak popping out of his chat box window

Vinayak Panchal- Kya kar raha hai ?
Sudeep  Tiwari ( almost in deep anguish and frustration ):
SEX
“saale, kya karunga aadhi raat main aur
poppat tiger ka digital wala kaam kar rah hun”

By then you feel devastated when you see Anit sharing info on black holes on Facebook page  and this instigates you to put  yet another string on Anit’s Chat Box [which earlier was full with domesticated inquisitions and  reluctant replies from my side , most of the time not replying to them ; A few inquisitions were  ”bhai fresher main aayega; bhai white shirt kahan se laaun ;bhai aap padhakoo ho ;bhai koi flat hai aapki nazar main college ke paas 8000 main”  phewwww…….]

Sudeep : saale moot ke so jaa !

With laptop in front of you and you yourself in the most obnoxious position with one leg on the verge of the bed and other leg folded by knee and knee touching down the floor , one hand under the chest giving support and other hand busy scribbling down ( chhapai) fast on the practical file

Meanwhile Kavita enquires on Facebook about the
 एकनिष्ठ  and you all of the sudden get reminded of Ramiz and his impeccable integrity and his modesty ; his amazing devotion ,sincerity ……..and you just feel amazed that you find yourself short of words to describe the lad who hails from Government Dungarpur College .

Soon you feel everybody around are well slept and their snoring haunts you and  there you can hear aloud the whistle of the chowkidaar  . God is great ! he only whistles and does not shout “Jaagte Raho “-you feel and the way he gets dressed  and his attire and his moustaches reminds you of the Prabhakaran LTTE  Chief.

Now you feel you are all alone and you will have to help yourself with coffee and Jagjit’s ghazals .
For a while you listen and feel that it has become quite stereotypical  and now even Google Chrome History apart from a few pages on theoretical Physics , a few vague wiki searches , youtube searches and a few erotic searches seems to you flooded by Jagjit’s ghazals .

Of course, Jagjit gives you solace but need of the hour was the metal rock .
After Bhairvi from Anoushka Shankar  you switch over to Rockstar,Jilawatan and Jal …..
Now the first to start was
Tumko paa hi liya ( Kavita Krishnamurthy , Rockstar )
and on video appears  Nargis Fakhri donning a pink top embracing Ranbir from back on the bike …
Her white eyes, British white skin , shining hair , tender and alluring lips make you  feel disastrous about doing the digital work
then comes
Moray Piya ( Jal the band )
giving you the same disgust all  through and the result is  that you  mute the laptop for a while .

After an hour you  increase  the volume
and find an interesting coincidence  for which you thought to write this piece of humour……..
[Rumour toh already bohot hain kami nahi hai …….
Sudeep the only Einstein born to India as everybody here in Mlsu think and rumoured the same in whole of the college ]
It was coincidental that whatever comes to your  mind was accompanied by an apt song on the laptop … nothing deliberate ….
It happened almost unabated with every changing thought

While you  thought what you will say to the Tiger tomorrow while he will be thrashing you
the song instantaneously on the laptop was
Kal humara hai (Call the band)

paas hain 
manzilein apni
har soo phailee hai roshni

faaslon kau hein rastey miley
naye rishtey naye silsiley
chahaton kai diye hein jaley
naye sapnay naye iraadey

suno dil nai pukaara hai
yeh ghar hamara hai
ghar hamara hai

kaho saath hein ham tau
yeh pal hamara hai
kal hamara hai

iss yaqeen sai hai barhna abhee
iss zameen sai hein ham sabhee
sung apney subah layen gai
naye sapnay naye iraadey

suno dil nai pukaara hai
yeh ghar hamara hai
ghar hamara hai

kaho saath hein ham tau
yeh pal hamara hai
kal hamara hai



Then you somehow avert yourself and feel motivated to see that quite amount of work was done
song that appeared on track was
Kismat (Call the band)

YEH KAISA SAFAR BHARKTEE KHAMOSHIAN
ISEE TAMANA MEIN JAAGA HOON AB MEIN BANA INSAAN

JAU CHAHOON AGAR MEIN BANOON ROSHNEE
JAU CHAHOON TAU KISMET LIKH DALOON NAYEE

AB MEIN WOH HIMMAT BANOON TAU ROKO NAHEEN
GIRTEY HUWON KAU JAU THAAM LOON TOKO NAHEEN

MEIN HEE WOH SHAMA BANOON KAREY JAU ROSHNEE
ISEE TAMANNA MEIN JAAGA HUN AB MEIN BANA INSAAN

And finally when clock struck 4 and when you  saw your dull face in mirror
 and reddened eyes
… the track on the laptop was
Shayad (Call the Band )

Kal ki in baaton mein
Kya rahkha hai.
Socho toh kuch bhi nahi
Sab khala hai
Aaj bhi kuchi badla nahi
Kal jahan tha ab hoon wahi
Shayad yahi
Kismet mein likha
Manzil nahi
Phir bhi mein chal raha


In sab sawalon mein
Kya rahkha hai.
Kyon mein kuch socho jab
Sab faana hai
Aaj bhi usi mode pe hoon khada,
Kis gunah ki seh raha hoon sazaa.



Phewwww….
Finally you look back into the file and find that diagrams were not there
as usual
you would shout to the  top of my voice
Gudiya ,,, dearo please make diagrams …..
so sweet
lovely
nice drawing you have
you   even know her  engineering drawing is  good
yaar mujhe toh seedhi line bhi banana nahi aati:

And usually she submits to your gentle requests and makes your diagrams ……………although she does not leave any argument against you as well :
“kab karna seekhehga
boodha ho gaya hai
100 rs lagenege
bla bla bla ……


Good night .


Monday, October 21, 2013

BOYHOOD AND YOUTH

While plesant childhood with sounds, smells and cheers went by
chocking teenage now arrives

Age when  lovers sigh ,
while rebel heart pumps high

While curiosities were in flame ,
Physical desires were always on claim,
Unknown feelings, thousand ambitions
Sometimes praising own creation
Explorations in nature's vicinity
Some authorative shouts putting oneself in pity
Altough some accomplishments , some wins pretty
But some loss & failure came on seeing oppurtunity
Sometimes sighs
sometimes cries
some sleepless nights
claiming unsuccessful tries
Although those years were from confinements & cares
For some meagre wishes - some silent prayers
Soon we grew over our papa's height
that's when he decided to free ourselves from authority so tight
We felt freedom under blue sky in respite
some fears, some authorities were still there in despite
Our curiosities challenged our mind's appetite
Still there was heat of oppresion
Sexual desires burning in suppresion
Mind hesitated in putting up true confession
Parent's dreams and neighbour's expectations
Against our desires , some heavy impositions
To prove ourselves on global frame as revelation
Some blank faces , some unanswered examination
Those years were true crucification
Sometimes for nation's cause dreams of revolution
New experiments , new questions were creeping now
A drive in new city , we all thought so
New avenues , now horizon capturing the spirit of tommorow
new mates , new tastes and new dialects though
Smelling in the air of freedom , new seeds of aspiration to plough
With hard work and persipiration we irrigated them slow
Sometimes recalling bars and shackles we left behind
for we thought this is what we eventually chose
 Together in packs , mingling with counterparts of opposite sex
Some unusual endeavours & some hidden truth now we confessed
Although some inherent boyish intentions were still suppressed
Those valleys and hills fired my imagination & made us restless
But limitations & high aspirations made our heart hopeless
Imprisoned in repute of family and friends
We remained commited to social trends
But soon these limitations & reservations put break on our lust
broke away for no reason from whom we shared our trusts
To know where lie's the love's crux
Now books and books increasing in flux
Love, nature, nation, revolution were now our plucks
Realising trueness of love youth and charm
Mind and soul cherished an unusual calm
While we rest under peace
Alone in valleys hills riverside and trees
Now we are in solitude
with soft and silky hands
it grasped our heart &
made us sorrow
Again we moved to an unknown destination
for unknown's affection and gaining her attention
Wandering in streets , some streets claiming ways to prostitution
from streets of harlots ans sluts , we passed by, recognising family's reputation
Roaming here and there for someon's true affection
Soon i found one after extreme days of exhaustion
Laying in her lap , describing my expression
reflecting first great suffering, then heavenly exalation
Finding that beauty of hers was not classic
but dream of revelation
not measured or bound by the brush of painter
not imprisoned in the chisel of the sculptor
now her innerself makes an impression
her wide deep eyes were only a true reflection
seeing her black hairs and red lips in succession
these were not senders of invitation
rather purity & sweetness of her voice entered into my heart's station
It was not feminine figurine
that ignited my feelings genuine
but its nobility of her spirit
enhancing her strange beauty and dignity
my eyes are now enveloped in tears;one rolling down in self pity
She and I lay under a blossoming tree
which look beautiful in mist of dawn
Lying in silence , listening to heart throbs
adoring each other ;learning that satisfaction lies in unison

Hearts united in sorrow wouldn't separate in glory and happiness
Love cleansed by tears now washes the selfishness
The essence of love binds the two
The mist around, separate them from every worldy foe

Saturday, February 23, 2013

FOR MY FRIEND

Silence stricken, calm and composed was that girl
In the crowd of many, I could locate the pearl

Her deep thoughts reflect in her eyes
"An innocent smile occurred" quite a surprise
Who is she? What is she? Remained a surmise
A hand of friendship, all I wanted without price

Eyes laden shyly
Some words unuttered hesitatingly
My brow laden apprehensively
Wished to locate in her a wonderful anomaly

A heavy burden of my over ambition
And my introvert attitude remained the major inhibition
All I wanted in her eyes for me the thought of recognition
My heart pleaded in silence for a look of inquisition

From the corner of my eyes an usual glance
A similar reaction was a matter of chance

Speechless, individually we moved on the roads of ambition
Let us conversate, sit together- were some latent intention
Buried these, by not paying a great attention

A day I saw her on the much known road
"Approach" was the mind and heart's unified and lone suggestion
Beautiful, aesthetic captivating and dignified was her feminine glow

My heart throbbed with sweetest emotions
Nostalgia was mine lone sensation
My senses faded seeing many memories in eruption
Those images embedded within, came to life in the mind's vision
(Images rather stealthy glance)

Since then I wait for her with eager intention
Beauty of her soul is my true motivation
I stand on the road with contemplation
Her arrival fills every night with dream of revelation

She has become my source of creation
It's my honest confession
Oh! Flaunty do I say, my friend,
You enlighten my way – you are my inspiration
Thanks my heart for your warm affection..