Abduction

This is inspired from the incident when terrorist/militants arrive at the doorstep of a house and are abducting the child of that family...they are going to train him and make him like themselves..and this boy's life is never going to be the same....
Following lines are describing the situation of the moment when The Danger Man is standing at your doorstep and the feeling that you have inside you..
I wrote these line when I read the article in The New Indian Express.


दर्द है क्या ये तड़प है कैसी ,
आग लग रही बदन में जैसी
हर आहट में डर है भरा सा,
सामने मेरे यम् है खड़ा सा ॥
हाथ में उसके मौत का फंदा
और आगे आतंक का राज
आई है चुनने की बारी
जीवन और इस मौत में आज ॥
हर आहट में डर है भरा सा
सामने मेरे यम् है खड़ा सा ॥
आया वो मुझको है लेने
काल स्वयं हो आया जैसे
आशा की हर किरन है बुझी
शून्य अन्धकार हओ जैसे॥
हर आहट में डर है भरा सा
सामने मेरे यम् है खड़ा सा ॥


as of now..its not complete and left in the middle..i am still wondering to write it further...didnt get anything relevant at the moment..so just thought I would share this much piece of work itself.

one of the very first and most beautiful poems I learnt as a child...

लाला जी ने केला खाया
केला खाके मुँह पिचकाया
मुँह पिचका कर तोंद फुलाई
तोंद फुलाकर छड़ी उठाई
छड़ी उठाकर कदम बढाया
कदम के नीचे छिलका आया
लालाजी गिरे धडाम
मुँह से निकला हाय राम !

Laugh and the world laughs along

प्रिय मित्रों ,
पेश है मेरी नई रचना .........


"चलते चलते भी हम हँसते
रुक रुक कर हम फ़िर से हँसते,
जीवन की इस भाग दौड़ में
खून पसीना बहा बहाकर
हाथ जोड़ते पैर पकड़ते
तान ये सीना फ़िर से हँसते,
कौन है असली कौन है नकली
फर्क क्या इससे हमको पड़ता,
आज है कोई और कोई कल
साथ में इनके चले चला चल ,
जो भी है बस आज ही है सब
जो होगा कल देखेंगे तब ,
कल किसने देखा है यारा
कभी मैं जीता कभी मैं हारा,
इक हँसी है मेरी जो है अपनी
आज भी है और रहेगी कल तक
चलते फिरते हँसी बांटते
साथ साथ हम चलेंगे जब तक
साथ में है ये दुनिया अपने
सदा से है और रहेगी तब तक "

Me

You see me first
I may annoy you
You see me first
I look frust( frustrated)
You see me first
I look plump
You see me first
I may look pervert
You see me first
I look desperate
You see me first
I may look awful

Then,
You see me again
I make you laugh
You see me again
you get a friend in me
You accept me
I get a friend in you
You see me again
I hang out with you
You see me again
you realize I am pleasantly plump
You see me again
you can count on me
You see me again
you know my weakness
You see me again
you know I am honest
You see me again
you know my past
You see me again
you see my life is a open book
You see me again
you be a part of that book
You see me again
you know you can always trust me
and you realize, you can count on me for the times when you need to count for someone


Finally, when you see me off,
you know I am a part of you.... you cant forget me so easily....

Welcome to ME....

Chhod de sari duniya: Lyrics from Saraswati Chandra

Kaha Chala Aye Mere Jogi, Jeewan Se Tu Bhaag Ke
kisi Ek Dil Ke Karan, Yun Sari Duniya Tyaag Ke

chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye
yeh Munaasib Nahin Aadmi Ke Liye
pyaar Se Bhi Zaroori Kayi Kam Hain
pyaar Sab Kuchh Nahin Zindagi Ke Liye
chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye

tann Se Tann Ka Milan Ho Na Paaya To Kya
mann Se Mann Ka Milan Koi Kam To Nahin (2)
khushboo Aati Rahe Door Hi Se Sahi
saamne Ho Chaman Koi Kam To Nahin (2)
chand Milta Nahin Sabko Sansaar Mein
hai Diya Hi Bahut Roshni Ke Liye
chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye

kitni Hasrat Se Takti Hain Kaliyan Tumhe
kyun Bahaaron Ko Phir Se Bulaate Nahin (2)
ek Duniya Ujad Hi Gayi Hai To Kya
doosra Tum Jahan Kyun Basaate Nahin
dil Ne Chaahe Bhi To Saath Sansaar Ke
chalna Padta Hai Sab Ki Khushi Ke Liye
chhod De Sari Duniya Kisi Ke Liye

Namma Chennai

Its been almost two and a half years in IIT Madras, Chennai.
I still recall those days in the beginning when we used to say (& sometimes even now we say) that Chennai Sucks Man!
But, its a very strange relationship between a city and its people. A city, like a recipe, consists of its people as the main ingredients. And they significantly affect the way, a city tastes to them, to outsiders , to everyone.
Two n half years back, we had all those problems while travelling from A to B. All jam packed buses, high fare autos, ignorance about the locations, and not to mention the inability to speak Tamil.
Well, all these things still persist, but its like the city has changed a little and we have changed a little. Thats how it works, isnt it?? We evolve and the city evolves with us. We adapt the city and the city adapts us. Now, we know much more than what we knew then. Now, we know the locations for many places. Now we know, what to catch, from where to catch and where to land. Extension on this local train route near Madhya Kailash, for example, has made our journeys on that route much easier. Now we know, how to bargain with autos. Now we know what to speak in Tamil to get better bargains.Now, we know whom to ask and how to reach.

There are times, when you would say "I hate Chennai, Man!" But surely, there are times, when I say, " I love Chennai". Not everywhere in India, you get to enjoy Murugan Idli or Marina Beach or pleasant winter and many more things. There are times when people dont like the weather. Summers, the HOT summers of Chennai, they are so unbearable, but still I have faced them in both of my summer vacations ( though I live in IIT M campuse which is slightly cooler than outside). We dont feel cold here. Winters are awesome here. Such a pleasant weather it is.
And not to mention the heavy rains. They are simply amazing. It feels great when it rains.

There was a time, when we didnt like idlis n dosas n vadais. But now, I dont have anything like that in mind. I have adapted to Chennai. I love eating idlis n dosas. We used to say, we wouldnt like to get placed in Chennai after IIT. But now I say, It doesnt matter for me...infact I would love to stay here, learn more tamil n njoy this place. Now, I feel the affection ...the attachment with it.....
See how proudly we used relate our spirits when Chennai Super Kings were there in IPL.
We used to crib about tamil movies , songs, etc etc etc. Well, ofcourse they havent changed much, but surely I have accepted all these things as they are. Things are globalised as they say. Thats how a metro is...perhaps a new experience for a person like me ( who didnt get to live in such a big city earlier). People are helpful in general. Things are costly in general. People dont care much about others, in general. All of them are busy in their works, as usual. Well, thats how a city is. Millions of people living together serving each others' needs.
Compared to other cities, say Delhi or Bombay, we have less extravaganza here. Less show off. more conservation. Yeah, that sound a little odd...but thats how it is. They have still preserved those traditions so well. And I really admire those beautifully designed dravidian style temples. Such intricate details in the scriptures simply leaves you jaw dropped.
And not to mention,
One of the most peaceful cities in the country with no terror threats so far.
This is so wonderful, man!
Just like they say Hamari Dilli, Aamchi Mumbai, ...
I feel proud to say NAMMA CHENNAI.
I love chennai. The music, the food, the weather, the people and so many things....

Technically, someone would say, all this affection is the result of my two n half yrs stay at Chennai and it will be same with any other city. Well, in that case, how wonderful it is to realise that wherever you go, you start loving that place. Just like you start loving your new house and after some time you call it HOME.
But I love all this. Things become much simpler as the time continues. The city as adopted us and we have adapted to the city.
I love Chennai.

LEARN THE TRUE RELIGION

Courtesy: Amitabh Bachchhan's Blog. Day 231, www..bigb.bigadda.com

An old man was visiting a city for the first time in his life. He had grown up in a remote mountain village, worked hard raising his children, and was then enjoying his first visit to his children”s modern homes.

While being shown around the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village. Following the grating sound back to its source, he came to a room in the back of a house where a small boy was practising on a violin.

“Screech! Screech!” came the discordant notes form the groaning violin. When he was told that it was called a “violin”, he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.

The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a beautiful sound, which seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.

At once, the old man realised his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even the boy. It was just that the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.

With a wisdom reserved for the simple folk, the old man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religious enthusiast causing such strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion.

It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.

But that was not the end of the story…..

The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heardanother sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think that sound was?

It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, than the autumn wind through the forest groves, or than the mountain birds singing after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain hollows on a still winter”s night. What was that sound that moved the old man”s heart more powerfully than anything before?

It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.

The reason it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world is that firstly, every member of that orchestra was a maestro of their own instrument; and secondly, they had further learned how to play together in harmony.

“May it be the same with religion,” the old man thought. “Let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!”

That would be the most beautiful melody!

Tackling the terrorist within

Arun Babani Courtesy: www.epaper.dnaindia.com; 12th Dec 08

Terrorism was born in man's heart quite a long time ago, and today it is evident on every street. A rickshaw will unabashedly brush past you, the man on the motorbike won't let you cross, the man lying on the road won't attract the slightest attention, a building secretary will be murdered by another committee member because he wanted to be the secretary, a jilted lover will not even blink before killing his ex-girlfriend at point blank. Aren't our mornings spent on brooding over such ghastly information in the newspapers day in and day out? This is terrorism, of an unripe kind, the kind that will ripen in time to kill hundreds of thousands of innocent people in broad daylight. Terrorism is no longer a state subject, or a political matter. It is a human subject, brought about by the moral and ethical downfall of man. These young men who we call terrorists were innocent once. But what they saw around them as they grew up made them jump into the war front. Don't blame either the politicians, or police, or terrorists. Look into your heart and see whether it beats for the tiny daily terrorisms, or does it beat with compassion? This inhuman and brutal social system where a few enjoy five-star luxuries and the rest count pennies has been around for too long to change it from its roots. But when you sit, lie and sleep on absolute injustice and corruption for centuries, this is what you deserve. When you consider yourself too busy to think of the society you live in, where everyone is busy chasing success and money, you sure need a bomb or two to wake you up from your long slumber. Five-star Mumbai has been snoring for too long. Terrorism is a reality in every street, every building, every society, every nook and corner of the road. And these roads lead ultimately to aggression like the violence we saw in Mumbai. All of us are guilty of breeding aggression and violence, at home, in the workplace, on the roads and all this violence is the stuff terrorism is made of. It is not about RDX and grenades; it is rather about the insults, abuses and hatred in our heart for the other person. We are terrorists in embryos waiting to bad mouth or blow up our neighbours or our boss. Ultimately a terrorist attack should lead us to ask questions about life, and its purpose, about why we are here, what are our goals on this extraordinarily beautiful planet. We have forgotten to ask questions and we don't ponder about life and its meaning. It is high time we start the journey of discovery, which may free us from all hatred. –Arun Babani

CAR...inspired by Food

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MANU GUPTA
3/5,Under Graduate Student
Dept. of Engg. Design
IIT MADRAS

www.ucantrustme.blogspot.com

She is here

वो कानों की बाली
वो जुल्फों की सिलवट ,
चमकते इस चेहरे की
हँसी ये मुस्कराहट .......
खूबसूरत इस सीरत को
और क्या मैं कहूं ?
जी भर के यूँ ही बस देखता रहूँ ....
ख्यालों में तेरे यूँ डूबा रहूँ
जागा रहूँ या की सोया रहूँ......
तेरे इश्क में ये साँसें , बस थमती रहें
आहों पे आहें निकलती रहें ....
जो है साथ तेरा, खुशी संग है,
जिंदगी के वो सारे हर इक रंग है ॥

Few more works

Ganpati...then and now

Then... and now....

Such a fast DEER