A LESS KNOWN PURSUIT

I dared to move up feel the sky

I dared to caress wind and fly

I dared to leap and catch some run

I dared to laugh and have some fun

I dared to run down butter flies

And run up flowers before one dries

I dared to talk to birds and sing

And add to my life a bit of zing

I dared to go some place unseen

The paths to which aren’t umpteen

I dared to say some things unheard

And ask questions left unanswered

I dared to hug that fille unmet

With gentle words and eyes wet

I dared to challenge the mighty lords

Raise some noise, cross some swords

I dared to dig and walk my ways

Sleep my nights, start my days

And all my fears I put to scream

I dared to wake up, I dared to dream

But all I thought was met with reproof

And all I did was told to be goof

Yet I dared to differ from astute

And began following a less known pursuit.

ख़ुशी

हँस लेता है दिल, जाने कितना खुश होता है ?!!

मै कहता हु "सुन पगले! ये बात समझ ना आये,

क्यों इतना तू हुआ बावला, क्या तुझको यु भाए?"

मै पुछू "सुन ओ भवरे! क्यों इतना तू इतराए,

किन फूलो कि पंखुडियों, किन कलियों पर मंडराए?

क्या पाया, किसको देखा, कितने रस का है पान किया,

किन किन रस्तों से गुजरा, क्या क्या है तुने जान लिया?

कौन मिला तुझको ऐसा, जो तू खुद कि सुध छोड़ चला,

कैसे दिन बहुरे तेरे, तू किससे नाता जोड़ चला?

कुछ तो बतला दे सपने तू किस जग के संजोता है?"

हँस लेता है दिल, जाने कितना खुश होता है?!!

"क्या बोलू उसको जिसको बस मतलब कि है चाह यहाँ,

हर मुस्काते चेहरे में जो ढूंढे कारण कोई नया,

मै खुश क्यों तू छोड़, बता है शंकित क्यों तू फिर वैसे,

क्या हर विस्तृत अधरों से तू पूछे प्रश्न सदा ऐसे?

मै तो बेमतलब खुश हु, बेमतलब कि मुस्कान लिए,

पर तू क्यों है व्यग्र हुआ, क्या तुझको है परेशान किये?

किंचित रस्तों, रिश्तो, पुष्पों कि मुझको इच्छा ना कोई,

मिलना ना मिलना मिलके खोना क्या कोई बात नई!!

क्या है परिभाषा खुश होने कि, किस कारण जश्न मेरे?!!

मै तो बेमतलब खुश हु, बेमतलब के है प्रश्न तेरे......"

The Two Cups

In two cups alike we all are served

In equal measures as each deserved

Yet each here in his way savours

And tastes the cups with unlike flavours

Some hide the joy and ham the grief

And live a life momentarily brief

And some go gaga in thrill of a flash

And pomp their insignificant stash

All that ye in life hath faced

The grieved, the failed and the disgraced

Are happier souls soon to be

The sweet of joy laid for thee

And all that ye in life hath relished

The blessed, the gifted and the cherished

Let not sobriety in thee go fade

The bitter might be the swigs ahead.

My Journey...

I knew it! I very well knew it!! My left eye had been fluttering like a moth for the past three days and I knew that something wrong was on its way. And bingo!!! Here I was... in the waiting chair of platform no. 18 for the past 3 hours. Three big, boring, awful hours!!! And guess what... still two more to go till my godforsaken train was scheduled to arrive!!! L Two big, boring, awful hours!!!

And the pain of watching the blinking platform clock was becoming insurmountable. More so because of my being me!! As you all know (or may be don’t) that ‘tis quite a task for my roommate and me to keep our body (a clear contrast) and brains (thankfully equal weighted!!) quiet even for an hour leave aside a pentad. So the only choice left was to loiter around. But again the problem was that I had a luggage that weighed at least one fifth of my weight. And I certainly couldn’t afford to wander with a 20% mark up on my shoulders. So I took the very hard decision to grace one of those chairs. But my brain was still pounding....

So I woke up the creative pig in me and took the pen and notepad even at the cost of being looked as a nerd which I am most certainly not or so I believe. Okay so I scribbled something on it and then I read and then I read again and then I thought it looked like a poem... dunno what you people will think of it... but anyways it is here...

मै गिरता हु कि दुनिया उठने नहीं देती....

हर चौखट पर बंद दरवाजा मुझे नसीहत देता है -

" अरे ओ अनजान अनभिज्ञ जीव!!

रोक ले ये बढ़ते कदम तेरे, इनसे न हासिल कर सकता है,

वो मील का पत्थर जो हर कदम के साथ खिसकता है.

समेत ले ये फड़फडाते अरमा तेरे, तुझे क्या लगता है?

इन अधमरे दो पंखो के सहारे, पंछी आंधियो से लड़ता है? "

हर लहर, हर झोंका, हर घूमता कांटा घड़ी का, मुझपे हसता है

" अरे ओ उद्दंड अकिंचन रूह!!

तेरे इन फुदकते से हौसलों कि, है ही क्या बिसात,

जो रखते है पंजो पर, उन बाजुओ कि अलग ही है बात.

ये रोशनी के फुनगे, ज्यादे देर तक न देंगे साथ,

वो स्याह सी काली सूरज को निगल जाने वाली है रात "

मै पीछे रह जाता हु, कि दुनिया बढ़ने नहीं देती...

मै झूका लेता हु कंधे, हटा लेता हु कदम,

मै और मेरे हौसले डर जाते है, खुद पे आती सी है शरम.

मै इन्तजार करता हु----

एक खुले दरवाजे कि,

साथ देने वाले झोके कि,

किनारों को जाने वाली लहर कि.

एक अनुकूल घड़ी के कांटे कि,

मै इन्तजार करता हु, मै इन्तजार करता हु ....

पर मै - मै हु ,

और मै - मै ही रहूँगा,

ठहरना सीखा नहीं है अभी ..

ये अरमा फिर से मचलने लगते है,

ये हौसले फिर से फुदकने लगते है,

और ये मुई उम्मीद कि किरण फिर से मुह उठा कर चली आती है

मै फिर से आगे बढ़ता हु, और एक बार हवा से लड़ता हु ,

और कमबख्त ये हवा रूख बदल देती है

एक कंकड़ उठा कर यु ही फेकता हु, पानी को हिलते हुए देखता हु

और बेहया ये लहर झट से मेरा दामन पकड़ लेती है

मै ताले कि छेद में झाकता हु, किवाड़ कि दरारों से ताकता हु

और ये अड़ियल कुंडिया चिटक कर टूट जाती है

मै सर को ऊपर उठाता हु, उस घड़ी कि तरफ नज़रे फिराता हु

और वो नामुराद कांटा इशारो पर नाचने लगता है

मै उचक - उचक कर अंगुलियों पर, खडा होता हु

देखता हु क्षितिज के पार, एक नयी दुनिया, एक नए सफ़र कि चाह में

लेकिन संतुलन का अभाव सा है, मै मुँह के बल ही गिरता हु

फिर से बटोर कर बिखरे साहस के दाने....

मै उठता हु,

मै उठता हु, कि दुनिया गिरने नहीं देती...

Arey look look look... my train has come... going home ... bye bye.. and yeah help me in finding a title..

Science of PJs- Weapons of Mass Destruction

“Chauri apni jeans upar kar le, nahi toh swine flu ho jayega.” !!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????

What was that supposed to mean? How on earth can one associate ‘a viral disease’ with one’s jeans? And if one is to take a leaf from Hitler’s dictionary and believe that such impossibility becomes true, why would it be named as ‘Swine Flu’ and why not ‘Jeans Flu’ (a further sub classification could perhaps be Lee Flu, Wrangler Flu, Levis Flu and so on). Why is that sweet little plump animal being blamed for it?

I was left gawking and groping for a clarification. Then came the explanation that would have by all odds numbed the likes of Newton and Einstein.

“Abe tujhe pata nahi. Swine Flu se bachane ke liye High Jean chahiye hota hai.”

On the 4th floor of my building, I only had two options left after hearing this explanation. Either I throw myself out of the window or throw Garry out of it. Somehow I resisted the temptation and settled for a little less than that. Threw a furious look at him and left.....

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Now another incident that my roommate very proudly tells me about is equally disgusting. Thankfully I was not the guy who was the target this time. That was a very unwholesome moment for our dear Pandu who caught my Dear Roommate studying in the library or at least he thought him doing so. And like every other Indian exclaimed “Kya baat hai be padhai kar raha hai!!” And my roommate again like every other Indian replied “nahi be.” He added “Mai toh mere samne wale bench par jo ladaki baithi hai use dekh raha hu.” Our dear unlucky Pandu just tried to be smart and did a Sherlock Holmes by inquiring further “Abe lekin tune ye jo lines khiche hai books par vo kaha se aye?” And he instantaneously ran out of luck. The reply came “Abe wahi toh!! Ladaki ko dekh kar line mar raha hu.”

Poor Pandu!! And Poor Me!! And Poor those who are reading this blog!!

How do you react to these PJs or rather TJs (terrible jokes)? You bang your heads into a wall? You start pulling your hair? You start thumping and jumping on the bench? Or you simply act like you have heard nothing though your whole body shakes and you wish to kill someone?
Whatever you do but one thing that I am certain of is that you guys would not be feeling much different from what I felt when I encountered these TJs. Now what I felt then is something even recalling which gives me dizziness. With my swirling head I am writing what happened when I heard that Swine Flu PJ on that unfortunate day of my life:

• I was feeling like the world around me had just been smoked out like a shot of marijuana.
• The land beneath my feet had become four dimensional.
• I was rotating around the sun at a speed closer to that of light. And time had just slowed down following the relativity theory of Einstein.
• Since my mass was reaching the speed of light I was transforming into energy and the sound of people chattering around me was becoming distant and ultimately died.

Now if this much of astro-physics was not sufficient that my biology also came to the fore.

• My entire nervous system broke down for some moments like the website of NMIMS once the result of NMAT comes.
• My blood started pushing out of my veins like the water coming out of the manholes of Mumbai in the month of July.
• My cerebrum started springing and ricocheting from the skull.

Now if someone has any doubt as to which one is a deadlier PJ – the one I mentioned at the top of this post or the ones which I just bulleted, then let me make something absolutely clear to one and all - I was actually feeling that way.

P.S.: Did you know-

• How our dear Saurabh KapUr is different from Kareena KapOOr? Ans.- Unlike Kareena, Saurabh is not POOR.
• Why swine flu cannot spread much in India? Ans.- Because none of the Indian species of swine flew in the past. (Mind Flu=Flew in Hindi)
• How come an enemy under pressure is defeated more easily? Ans.- Because he has to shit. And he cannot do it before everyone hence he runs.

-Excerpts from ‘Simply Believe it or Not’ by Saurabh KapUr and Ashish Dhagat ‘Pandu’