Shadows and Dust -Part II

From December 1, 2010

If you have not gone through the Part-1 , the read it first : http://thedarknesswithinlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/shadows-and-dust-part-i.html

It was about 11:30 pm when my flight had landed at New Delhi Terminal -3. In fact I had chosen such a late flight as it was quite within my stretched financial limits. It had been nearly eight long years; I had spent any fest with the family so this time I decided to visit them before it’s too late. Rephrasing an old adage “Give others time to miss you but not so much that they start enjoying living without you”. I was pretty excited about my trip as and I had chalked out several plans to spend time with family and meet college friends without any floating transcendental thoughts in my mind.

At the dark hours of the night, with all around people in the airport rushing from one end to the other, some sipping coffee to keep them warm in the chilling winters of Delhi and other reading the newspaper/magazines to held their heads up till their flight times and few like me just waiting for the night to get over and leave the airport for another destination. Listening to the old song ‘Chupke se of Sathaiyaa movie’ , I was just going over the pages of my new read ‘Jhumpa Lahri’s - Unaccustomed earth’ . I was feeling thirsty so went to drink water. Found one government installed drinking water tap, so thought of giving it a try. But as always being a fickle minded personality, I looked for the hooks for how to use that tap. Struggled for few minutes and finally quit this plan of drinking from that tap. In my heart I was scolding government for installing such complicated machines and that too without any instruction set on how to use it. I was about to move back to my seat with an heavy heart , that a girl child of merely 7-8 years came and start using that tap . Flabbergasted to see this, I looked back how she was using this equipment. I laughed at myself that what a big generation gap it was between me and them. I being working in so called the most ebullient and innovative industry, was unable to find it usage and this kiddo who merely know how to speak her name use that machine on the fly. Once she was done, I followed her foot steps to fulfill my thirst. I drank more than what I wanted only to make sure my fake varchasav (Varchasav : an socio-politics term means urge to attain complete power ) . I turned back to say thanks to that kiddo for saving my fifty bucks on water. She replied me back with an unexplainable smile and welcomed my thanks. I had a candy in my pocket so I offered her that but she being aware of the swindled humanism of people, refused to take it. I understood the pure intentions behind that so didn’t force her and ate it in front of her ;-) .

She went back to her parents and I came to my seat. Again I was back to the story of a Bengali ‘Partho da’ in love of an English lady in the book I was reading . Out of the blues of the babbling silence, of the people’s chitchat and running footsteps, someone patted my back. I turned back and found that sweet kiddo looking at me with stunning looks. I was in a confusion that had I done something wrong. I, with fumbling heart, asked her “what happened beta ?”. She raised her temples and asked me “Are you are a computer engineer or an I.T engineer?”. As soon as those words as electrical pulses hit my neurons, It didn’t take even seconds to realize that Sabnam was somewhere around. I smiled and started groping for words but was just speechless with a smile on my face. Without wasting any time, I asked her “where is She?”. Aah , Someone knocked my head with a plastic bottle and I turned back and saw her . With one hand rubbing I was my forehead and with other hand , pinching my body to check that it was not a dream. For next few seconds, it was just silence which surrounded both of us and then she said “How are you ? How long ? Do you remember we met ... ??” . I replied “Yes, too long and I do remember that day in coffee house”. I was not able to accept the reality at that time, I was thinking it’s a dream or a dream within dream something even more complicated than Christopher Nolan’s ‘Inception’. I just looked at her face and kept on looking at her. Before I utter something, she put another bunch of questions “Why so silent? What are you upto now a days? How is my daughter looking ? Doesn’t she look the same as I had described?” .I replied all her queries in very few words “Do you still remember the conversation we had on that day?”. She replied “Word by word”. I always thought that for her , it’s would had been a normal conversation that we had on that day but with her answer I was again back to the space , floating somewhere back in time and then again I regained myself . Shook my head and asked her “would you like a cup of coffee; I need it to come back from the blackout zone”. She said “which blackout zone?? What are you talking? Are you fine?” I just smiled back and moved toward the Costa coffee counter and got two cups of cappuccino and a nutrition bar for the kid. I said “She is the same as you described”. She reverted with another sequence of questions “Ooh , really then why didn’t you recognized her in the first instance ? Where are you settled at? What are you doing now-a-days? ..” and many more . It’s been very less time in my life, when I really felt ‘loss of words’. One such incidence was during my toefl exam when I had to speak impromptus on some topic and I just blacked out . And next was in front of questions. With such hustling – bustling airport, I can sense the silence in the air but with the caffeine going inside , Its kicking me back to the world. Her girl was ditto like her. I replied few of her queries and after each reply she kept on adding a payload “you are an I.T engineer”. And all could revert was a smile.

I then asked her ‘how is her family and job , still in Calcutta and where she is leaving for now along with her daughter’ . She told that her husband has got a job in Saudi Arabia and She had returned from Saudi few weeks ago to spend some time with family at Lucknow and was taking tomorrow’s morning flight for Calcutta to visit her parent-in-laws . Then I asked her about life outside India. It was like I touched some dangling pointer and their occurred a segmentation fault. I could feel the presence of resentment in her eyes. I said “sorry I just asked it , change the topic if you don’t like telling it”. She said “Nothing like that , it’s just boring to be there . Women don’t have freedom to do things as freely as here, religion has hard emotion and fundamentalism attached and most important I haven’t made any friend to talk with till now and have no job” . I understood what she really was going through as I always feel that “We are unique but not so unique”, means whatever we do, however we live but in the end of the day, we want someone to talk with, someone who could listen our overflowing stack of thoughts and give us some directions to marshal them along with discussing their thought process. So knowing her problem, I again smiled back and this time with a little giggle. She felt offended and yelled at me “You are also others, taking it for granted”. The way she yelled , I eschewed my reasons to laugh because It was like if I would have smiled again , she might slap me down and I never wanted to experience that . I replied her “I am not laughing at your situation, was just trying visualize it.” She replied “oo yaa, so what did you visualize my I.T Engineer”. I again giggled looking at her eyes.

We exchanged what I believed were secret smiles and in those moments I felt that she understood me better than anyone else in this world. Her daughter recited several rhymes which made me laugh as her innocence and her acts which made me nostalgic about me freaking past. She reminded me being a child who blows up a bubble of soap. At first the bubble is very small, but it is already spherical. Then the child blows the bubble up very softly, until he/she is afraid that it will burst. And being a child like her, she rejoiced in those little bursts also. And I and Sabnam were just smiling at each other. But aah whats this ??? I could hear the sudden siren filling up the silence in the air. The sound was increasing like hell and I was feeling like soon it’s going to penetrate through my ear drums. I put my hands on her kid’s ears and closed my eyes praying to God. Suddenly someone juddered me. I opened my eyes and it was Rounak shouting at me to stop my alarm clock. I looked here and there , touched the wall and the cold floor to see if this is a dream or that was a dream. Till today I don’t know which was a dream, one in which I was smiling and enjoying or one which just petrified me to a stone man .
“In every girl's life there is a boy she never forgets. In every boy's life there's a girl he can never get.”

From November 19, 2010

The Voidness : शून्यता

Reading about Voidness and its importance in life :

In psychology ,Voidness is described as the period of time, during which we are involved in an overt or covert compulsive act. Due to our limited awareness from being withdrawn from our surroundings...there is a gap in memory..or pocket of time where our awareness is limited. (e.g. - We may be trapped in a mental compulsion while someone is talking to us and not remember much of what they had said by the time we are done). Conversely, this term has also been used to describe the period of time one use to spend in obsessive-compulsive behavior. There is an increasing lack of tension in the gap of one’s thoughts as the occurrence of their symptoms begin to decrease

Śūnyatā : शून्यता signifies that everything one encounters in life is empty of absolute identity, permanence, or an in-dwelling 'self'. This is because everything is inter-related and mutually dependent - never wholly self-sufficient or independent. All things are in a state of constant flux where energy and information are forever flowing throughout the natural world giving rise to and themselves undergoing major transformations with the passage of time.



Anātman :अनात्मन् refers to the notion of "not-self". In the early texts, the Buddha commonly uses the word in the context of teaching that all things perceived by the senses (including the mental sense) are not really "I" or "mine", and for this reason one should not cling to them.

The monk Ananda, the attendant to Gautama Buddha asked, "It is said that the world is empty, the world is empty, lord. In what respect is it said that the world is empty?" The Buddha replied, "Insofar as it is empty of a self or of anything pertaining to a self: Thus it is said, Ananda, that the world is empty." He goes on to explain that what is meant by "the world" is the six sense media and their objects, and elsewhere says that to theorize about something beyond this realm of experience would put one to grief.

The fundamental reason for suffering is human beings' ignorance (Pāli: avijjā; Sanskrit: avidyā) – our inability to perceive how things really are. We regard "what is impermanent as permanent, what is suffering as pleasure, and what is not-self [Pāli: anattā; Sanskrit: anātman] as self."


यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत ।
अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम् ॥४-७॥
परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुष्कृताम् ।
धर्मसंस्थापनार्थाय सम्भवामि युगे युगे ॥४-८॥

yada yada hi dharmasya
glanir bhavati bharata
abhyutthanam adharmasya
tadatmanam srjamy aham

Transliteration:

"Whenever and wherever there is a decline in religious practice, O descendant of Bharata, and a predominant rise of irreligion—at that time I descend Myself."



असतो मा सद्गमय
तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय
मृत्योर् मा अमृतं गमय
ॐ शांति शांति शांति
Asato maa sadgamaya
Tamaso maa jyotirgamaya
Mṛtyor maa amṛtan gamaya
Aum shaanti shaanti shaanti


“Oh Almighty! Lead us from the unreal (falsity)
to the real (truth) from darkness to light!
From death to immortality!
Oh Almighty! May there be Peace! Peace! Peace!”



Sorry on this serious Note , it reminded me of a funny story on तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय part.

एक सज्जन ने एक घटना सुनायी थी... !!!

एक माँ ने अपने पुत्र से, जो कि कक्षा 10 का छात्र था, एक प्रश्न किया -
"तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय... संस्कृत के इस सद् वाक्य का अर्थ बता सकते हो।"

रात का समय था, संयोग से बिजली भी चली गयी और अंधेरा छा गया।

पुत्र बोला - "हाँ, क्यों नहीं माँ, बहुत आसान है, इसका अर्थ है कि -
माँ, तुम सो जाओ, (तमसो मा) बिजली चली गयी है (ज्योतिर्गमय) "

माता ने झल्ला कर कहा, "तुझे कुछ नहीँ मालूम, कल ठीक से पढ़ कर बताना"

अगले दिन दोपहर का समय था -

माँ - "क्यों बेटा, अब पढ़ लिया, अब तो बताओ कि तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय का क्या अर्थ है"

पुत्र - "हाँ, कल कुछ ग़लती हो गयी थी, इसका अर्थ है -

माँ, तुम सो जाओ (तमसो मा), मैं ज्योति के साथ जा रहा हूँ (ज्योतिर्गमय) "

इस घटना मैंने अपने एक मित्र को भी बताया, अभी उसके वास्तविक अर्थ पर बात नहीं हुयी थी। वहाँ पर उन मित्र का पुत्र भी मौजूद था, जब उससे भी यह प्रश्न किया गया, तो वह तपाक से बोला -

"इस स्लोगन को कहीँ देखा है, - हो न हो, यह भैया के स्कूल का ही स्लोगन है!"

अब देखते हैं कि देश के अन्य भावी कर्णधारों का क्या मत है इस विषय पर।




Jai Hind,
Aditya Dogra

Shadows and Dust -Part I

It was long time i was thinking to pen down something for Sabnam , the only romantic trance in my life. For most of my friends and well wishers ,she is just my imagination but i know she is more than "Just Imagination" . It was long back when I first saw her in the coffee house of Calcutta. She was as beautiful as the morning dew on the rose. It was 27th October, 2005 . The azure sky with some babbling college street and in all this she came into the coffee house. I was alone waiting for my orders and with some murky thoughts in my minds. She came and asked me if she could join me . At that time , i was famous as a misogynist among friends so as expected behavior, i didnt reply her.She put her books and sat on the chair next to me. It was a month of October and Durgapuja celebrations were at acme in Calcutta . She was carrying a book on idols and pandals. I was carrying some of the engineering books as college street used to be the hub for cheap books and we used to come there once in a semester. I picked one book out of my bag and started reading the book as if I was a great technocrat ;-). But that what Coffee house was for . This Coffee house was always crowed with people discussing political situations ,revolutions, movements and chit chat of guys-gals and with slow moving fans and Cow boy waiters. As soon as you enter here , you would find yourself involved in some discussion or the other and of course the service was that slow that you need some discussion to pass your time . But amidst all these discussions and noisy environment, our table was surrounded with silence . Then suddenly she asked me "Tummi Bengali ache (Are you a bengali?)" . Perplexed with her question , I replied with a head shake "NO" with no word uttered from my mouth.Before I start looking down ,She put another question in front of me "You are a computer engineer" . Mustering all my courage , one word came out of my mouth "NO". Before she put forth her next question, my order came and deep in my heart I was happy that now I will concentrate on eating so no need to reply her questions. i started eating Chicken noodles with a cup of hot coffee. I was acting like while eating i dont look up. I could see that she was looking at me but completely ignoring her. Suddenly she waived her hand infront of my eyes and said "I am not going to eat your food, I am a veggy so you can eat it with your head up" . I gave a crooked smile as if i was a some james bond ;-) . I said thats not an issue , its a habit. She smiled and said it ok ,she was just joking. Then I also thought that it really ill mannered behavior if i will keep on eating like that. So i decided to wait for her order to come. Till then she again asked me the same question "Are you a computer engineer" and this time i appended some more words "No, I am an I.T engineer" . She looked at me and laughed . I said "I am not joking like you . I am an IT engineer and IT engineer are different from computer engineer". She stopped laughing and replied "Ooh really, how they are different ..i thought both are same , just different terminologies". Now since she had challenged my answer so i decided to prove my point . I told her this and that logic, i was then groping for words .Suddenly the cow boy came in (i.e the waiter of coffee house : I call them cow boys as they were like dictators of coffee house ) with a plate same chicken noddles as in my counter . I thought of asking her that why she lied to me about being veggy but than thought how it matters to me. She put the plate down and said "Speak out , whats in your mind?? I am non-vegetarian and working in IBM as Software engineer". i was flabbergasted as i thought that she must be some arts student because she was carrying some arts and crafts book on Durgapuja. I , with a distorted look , replied "Okay". We continued eating and had coffee with no words transfer . Once i was done , I called the cow boy and asked for bill and so did she . We paid our bills and I started picking up my stuff . She asked me "tummi kothaye jabe (Where are you going now)". I replied "back to the my heaven". She smiled and asked "where is that" . "REC, Durgapur" ,said I . She told that she was also going toward railway station and so lets go together. I nodded my head stating ok. We took an auto for railway station. In the auto , she told me that her name was Sabnam and she was from Lucknow basically, she was married and had one daughter . She even showed me her daughter's photograph. She talked and talked on the whole way down. Whenever I tried to ignore her talks , she gave baleful look as if she would slap me . She told me lots of stories, about her family, parents, parent-in-laws , her daughter ,her husband and how her home was like and how her office was like, the struggles of her life and the most memorable moments of her life. I kept shaking my head for the whole time. Soon the howrah railway station came and I took my luggage out of the auto . She paid the auto fair , i resisted but she replied "You have listened my talks and think its a fee of bearing with me ". I replied "No, thats not fair. I was enjoying your talks". She told "ooh, really .. I am elder than you kiddo, I have lived more than you, seen more that .. and I know I.T and computer engineer are not different". I was like a numb looks like no words left in my mind. I started walking toward the station with fast beating heart , that much fast that in the hustle bustle of the station, i could hear my heart beat . I got into the train "Danapur express" , but in the obscurity of the journey, I keep on thinking for her simplicity and her extravagant talkings. Reached Hostel late dark night with her words illuminating my mind. Till today , whenever i close my eyes, her face comes infront of my mind with her stories and words flowing out of herself.She was not the most beautiful lady or nothing like that , She was a loquacious lady with an unfailingly jovialness.


All my college friends know about the authenticity of the narration.

Regards,
Aditya Dogra
P.S : Its part-I of the story because I met her again in somewhere in delhi. Zindagi ke kiss morh par unn se mulakat hogi aisa socha nahi tha .

Cherishing thoughts

Yesterday I got one book "Stray birds by Rabindranath tagore ". In my opinion its not a book , its a compilation of the best lines you can ever read in your lifetime.

Before moving ahead in listing some of the lines which have been carved out in my mind, i will like to share an awesome poem by Rabindranath tagore :

WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR

Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out
from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving
stretches its arm towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind
is led forward by thee into
ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake.



Now since you have read one of the masterpiece , let me start typing the lines which i loved from the Book i mentioned above :

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THE mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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"WHAT language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."
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WHAT you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow
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"MOON, for what do you wait?"
"To salute the sun for whom I must make way."
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THE fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing,
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
YOUR idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
MAN does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
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MY day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
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THE sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
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GOD says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
THANK the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
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WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
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LET life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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IN death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
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POWER said to the world, "You are mine.
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
I CAST my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted
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DREAM is a wife who must talk.
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
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THE night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."
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THE Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
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ASKS the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"
"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.
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THE leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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STORM of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
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"I AM ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work.
"I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.
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ONE sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you."
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THE flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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"WHO is there to take up my duties?" asked the setting sun.
"I shall do what I can, my Master," said the earthen lamp.
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"THE learned say that your lights will one day be no more." said the firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
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EITHER you have work or you have not.When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.
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THE sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
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I AM like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
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HE who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
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DARKNESS travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
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LET my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
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MEN are cruel, but Man is kind.
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THE raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
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THIS life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.
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DEATH belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
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THE night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
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THE day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother. Let me dream.
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ONE word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."
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LET the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
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I HAVE seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
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THE silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
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I DREAM of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the ricefield in the autumn sun.
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THE smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
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I HAVE scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
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THERE are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
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Chalo , Now you find which line inspires or aspires you most , and till then I will go in my imaginary world.My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

"Childhood is short and maturity is forever."

Reminding the golden days of my past where I always lived with a blast.

Let me try to integrate life using these lines .

Some are the old poems , i am not sure if "POEM" is the apposite word for these lines.



Stage 1:
This is when we were very small to understand the motion and rotation of fan and this world. :-0

Upar pankha chalta hai
neeche baby sota hai
sote sote bhookh lagi
khalo beta moongfali
moofli mein dana nahi
hum tumhare mama nahi
mama gaye dilli
wahan se laye billi
billi ke doo bachey
Hum sab sachey

Stage 2 : We started learning about tastes and likings :

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चंदा मामा दूर के
पुए पकाए बूर के,
आप खायं थाली में
मुन्ने को दें प्याली में
प्याली गयी टूट
मुन्ना गया रूठ
नयी प्याली लायेंगे
मुन्ने को मनायेंगे.
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Stage 3 :When we start learning whats life and what are living organisms:

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मछली जल की है रानी
जीवन उसका है पानी
हाथ लगाओ, दर जाएगी
बाहर निकालो, मार जाएगी
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Stage 4 : When we start learning the human nature.In this stage we learn how to eat the same fish whom we used to call as " जल की रानी" and now we talk about eating it.
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गोल गोल रानी
इतना इतना पानी
पानी में फिसला मछली
पापा ने पकडा
मम्मा ने बनाया
तुम ने खाया
हम ने खाया
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Stage 5: Now at this stage we start understanding family, parents and emotions .

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मुम्मी की रोटी गोल गोल
पापा का पैसा गोल गोल
दादा का चश्मा गोल गोल
दादी की बिंदी गोल गोल
तू और मैं गोल मटोल
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Stage 6 : We start teasing others , small fights , gudda guddi ki shaddi , aur Vish Amrit , Chupan Chupai and gool gool charpai

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नानी तेरी मोरनी को मोर ले गए
बाकी जो बचा था काले चोर ले गए

खाके पीके मोटे होके चोर बैठे रेल में
चोरों वाला डिब्बा कट के पहुँचा सीधा जेल में

नानी तेरी मोरनी को मोर ले गए
बाकी जो बचा था काले चोर ले गए

उन चोरों की खूब खबर ली मोटे थानेदार ने
मोरों को भी खूब नचाया जंगल की सरकार ने

नानी तेरी मोरनी को मोर ले गए
बाकी जो बचा था काले चोर ले गए

अच्छी नानी प्यारी नानी रूसा रूसी छोड़ दे
जल्दी से एक पैसा दे दे तू कंजूसी छोड़ दे
अच्छी नानी प्यारी नानी रूठा रूठी छोड़ दे
जल्दी से एक पैसा दे दे तू कंजूसी छोड़ दे

नानी तेरी मोरनी को मोर ले गए
बाकी जो बचा था काले चोर ले गए
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Stage 7 : We learn about competition i.e Survival of the fittest . Teacher ki maar aur recess ke pehle dosto ke lunch se aachar .. Dono ki yaad aate hai ..

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वीर तुम बढ़े चलो
धीर तुम बढ़े चलो
साथ में ध्वजा रहे
बाल दल सजा रहे
ध्वज कभी झुके नहीं
दल कभी रुके नहीं।
सामने पहाड़ हो
सिंह की दहाड़ हो
तुम निडर,हटो नहीं
तुम निडर,डटो नहीं
वीर तुम बढ़े चलो
धीर तुम बढ़े चलो
प्रात हो कि रात हो
संग हो न साथ हो
सूर्य से बढ़े चलो
चन्द्र से बढ़े चलो
वीर तुम बढ़े चलो
धीर तुम बढ़े चलो
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Stage 8 : Here we start feeling loneness , missing our parents , friends and known ones .

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सात समुंदर पार से,
गुड़ियों के बाज़ार से,
छोटी सी एक गुड़िया लाना,
गुड़िया चाहे मत लाना,
पापा जल्दी आ जाना
===============

Stage 9: Here we start watching Movies and reading literature.

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अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!

वृक्ष हों भले खड़े,
हो घने, हो बड़े,
एक पत्र-छाँह भी माँग मत, माँग मत, माँग मत!
अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!

तू न थकेगा कभी!
तू न थमेगा कभी!
तू न मुड़ेगा कभी!-कर शपथ! कर शपथ! कर शपथ!
अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!

यह महान दृश्‍य है-
चल रहा मनुष्‍य है
अश्रु-श्‍वेद-रक्‍त से लथपथ, लथपथ, लथपथ!
अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ


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Stage 10 : Here we start differentiating between God and Lucifer, Good and bad But here we only think in the sphere of our religious influence , not country feeling yet .

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दो न्याय अगर तो आधा दो, और, उसमें भी यदि बाधा हो,

तो दे दो केवल पाँच ग्राम, रक्खो अपनी धरती तमाम।

हम वहीं खुशी से खायेंगे,

परिजन पर असि न उठायेंगे!

लेकिन दुर्योधन

दुर्योधन वह भी दे न सका, आशीष समाज की ले न सका,

उलटे, हरि को बाँधने चला, जो था असाध्य, साधने चला।

हरि ने भीषण हुंकार किया, अपना स्वरूप-विस्तार किया,

डगमग-डगमग दिग्गज डोले, भगवान् कुपित होकर बोले-

'जंजीर बढ़ा कर साध मुझे,

हाँ, हाँ दुर्योधन! बाँध मुझे।

यह देख, गगन मुझमें लय है, यह देख, पवन मुझमें लय है,

मुझमें विलीन झंकार सकल, मुझमें लय है संसार सकल।

सब जन्म मुझी से पाते हैं,

फिर लौट मुझी में आते हैं।

यह देख जगत का आदि-अन्त, यह देख, महाभारत का रण,

मृतकों से पटी हुई भू है,

पहचान, कहाँ इसमें तू है।


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Stage 11 : Here we start learning about the Motherland , the love for the country , the sacrifices .

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सर फ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में है।


करता नहीं क्यूं दूसरा कुछ बात चीत
देखता हूं मैं जिसे वो चुप तिरी मेहफ़िल में है।


ऐ शहीदे-मुल्को-मिल्लत मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार
अब तेरी हिम्मत का चर्चा ग़ैर की महफ़िल में है।


वक़्त आने दे बता देंगे तुझे ऐ आसमाँ
हम अभी से क्या बताएं क्या हमारे दिल में है।


खींच कर लाई है सब को क़त्ल होने की उम्मीद
आशिक़ों का आज झमघट कूचा-ए-क़ातिल में है।


है लिए हथियार दुश्मन ताक़ में बैठा उधर
और हम तैयार हैं सीना लिए अपना इधर
खून से खेलेंगे होली गर वतन मुश्किल में है।


हाथ जिन में हो जुनून कटते नहीं तलवार से
सर जो उठ जाते हैं वो झुकते नहीं ललकार से
और भड़केगा जो शोला सा हमारे दिल में है।


हम तो घर से निकले ही थे बांध कर सर पे क़फ़न
जान हथेली पर लिए लो बढ चले हैं ये क़दम
ज़िंदगी तो अपनी मेहमाँ मौत की महफ़िल में है।


दिल में तूफ़ानों की टोली और नसों में इंक़िलाब
होश दुशमन के उड़ा देंगे हमें रोको ना आज
दूर रह पाए जो हम से दम कहां मंज़िल में है।

यूं खड़ा मक़तल में क़ातिल कह रहा है बार बार

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Stage 12 : Now comes the stage , when we become a part of Mature class and we suddenly realize that now we need to choose some career in our life , we need to take decisions of our own . It is the Stage when we start assaying the life .



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वैराग्य छोड़ बाँहों की विभा संभालो
चट्टानों की छाती से दूध निकालो
है रुकी जहाँ भी धार शिलाएं तोड़ो
पीयूष चन्द्रमाओं का पकड़ निचोड़ो


चढ़ तुंग शैल शिखरों पर सोम पियो रे
योगियों नहीं विजयी के सदृश जियो रे!


जब कुपित काल धीरता त्याग जलता है
चिनगी बन फूलों का पराग जलता है
सौन्दर्य बोध बन नयी आग जलता है
ऊँचा उठकर कामार्त्त राग जलता है

अम्बर पर अपनी विभा प्रबुद्ध करो रे
गरजे कृशानु तब कंचन शुद्ध करो रे!


जिनकी बाँहें बलमयी ललाट अरुण है
भामिनी वही तरुणी नर वही तरुण है
है वही प्रेम जिसकी तरंग उच्छल है
वारुणी धार में मिश्रित जहाँ गरल है


उद्दाम प्रीति बलिदान बीज बोती है
तलवार प्रेम से और तेज होती है!


छोड़ो मत अपनी आन, सीस कट जाये
मत झुको अनय पर भले व्योम फट जाये
दो बार नहीं यमराज कण्ठ धरता है
मरता है जो एक ही बार मरता है


तुम स्वयं मृत्यु के मुख पर चरण धरो रे
जीना हो तो मरने से नहीं डरो रे!


स्वातंत्र्य जाति की लगन व्यक्ति की धुन है
बाहरी वस्तु यह नहीं भीतरी गुण है


वीरत्व छोड़ पर का मत चरण गहो रे
जो पड़े आन खुद ही सब आग सहो रे!



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Stage 13 : Done with your innocence , or the childhood. We have become a part of the Cruel world and now you want to go back to your old memories ..


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ye daulat bhii le lo, ye shoharat bhii le lo
bhale chhiin lo mujhase merii javaanii
magar mujhako lautaa do bachapan kaa saavan
vo kaagaz kii kashtii, vo baarish kaa paanii

muhalle kii sabase nishaanii puraanii
vo budhiyaa jise bachche kahate the naanii
vo naanii kii baaton mein pariyon kaa deraa
vo chahare kii jhuriryon mein sadiyon kaa pheraa
bhulaae nahiin bhuul sakataa hai koi
vo chhotii sii raaten vo lambii kahaanii


kadii dhuup mein apane ghar se nikalanaa
vo chidiyaa vo bulabul vo titalii pakadanaa
vo gudiyaa kii shaadii mein ladanaa jhagadanaa
vo jhuulon se giranaa vo gir ke sambhalanaa
vo piital ke chhallon ke pyaare se tohafe
vo tuutii hui chuudiyon kii nishaanii

kabhii ret ke unche tiilon pe jaanaa
gharaunde banaanaa banaake mitaanaa
vo maasuum chahat kii tasviir apanii
vo kvaabon khilaunon kii jaagiir apanii
na duniyaa kaa gam thaa na rishton ke bandhan
badii khuubasuurat thii vo zindagaanii

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Stage 14 : This is a stage we realize that we can't crawl back in our past so we start running behind temporary happiness in terms of marriage , love , sex , drugs and Music .

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मृदु भावों के अंगूरों की आज बना लाया हाला,
प्रियतम, अपने ही हाथों से आज पिलाऊँगा प्याला,
पहले भोग लगा लूँ तेरा फिर प्रसाद जग पाएगा,
सबसे पहले तेरा स्वागत करती मेरी मधुशाला।

प्यास तुझे तो, विश्व तपाकर पूर्ण निकालूँगा हाला,
एक पाँव से साकी बनकर नाचूँगा लेकर प्याला,
जीवन की मधुता तो तेरे ऊपर कब का वार चुका,
आज निछावर कर दूँगा मैं तुझ पर जग की मधुशाला।

प्रियतम, तू मेरी हाला है, मैं तेरा प्यासा प्याला,
अपने को मुझमें भरकर तू बनता है पीनेवाला,
मैं तुझको छक छलका करता, मस्त मुझे पी तू होता,
एक दूसरे की हम दोनों आज परस्पर मधुशाला।

.....
एक बरस में, एक बार ही जगती होली की ज्वाला,
एक बार ही लगती बाज़ी, जलती दीपों की माला,
दुनियावालों, किन्तु, किसी दिन आ मदिरालय में देखो,
दिन को होली, रात दिवाली, रोज़ मनाती मधुशाला।।२६।
....................

धर्मग्रन्थ सब जला चुकी है, जिसके अंतर की ज्वाला,
मंदिर, मसजिद, गिरिजे, सब को तोड़ चुका जो मतवाला,
पंडित, मोमिन, पादिरयों के फंदों को जो काट चुका,
कर सकती है आज उसी का स्वागत मेरी मधुशाला।।१७।
....................

मेरे शव पर वह रोये, हो जिसके आंसू में हाला
आह भरे वो, जो हो सुरिभत मदिरा पी कर मतवाला,
दे मुझको वो कान्धा जिनके पग मद डगमग होते हों
और जलूं उस ठौर जहां पर कभी रही हो मधुशाला।।८३।

और चिता पर जाये उंढेला पत्र न घ्रित का, पर प्याला
कंठ बंधे अंगूर लता में मध्य न जल हो, पर हाला,
प्राण प्रिये यदि श्राध करो तुम मेरा तो ऐसे करना
पीने वालांे को बुलवा कऱ खुलवा देना मधुशाला।।८४।

नाम अगर कोई पूछे तो, कहना बस पीनेवाला
काम ढालना, और ढालना सबको मदिरा का प्याला,
जाति प्रिये, पूछे यदि कोई कह देना दीवानों की
धर्म बताना प्यालों की ले माला जपना मधुशाला।।८५।

ज्ञात हुआ यम आने को है ले अपनी काली हाला,
पंिडत अपनी पोथी भूला, साधू भूल गया माला,
और पुजारी भूला पूजा, ज्ञान सभी ज्ञानी भूला,
किन्तु न भूला मरकर के भी पीनेवाला मधुशाला।।८६।

यम ले चलता है मुझको तो, चलने दे लेकर हाला,
चलने दे साकी को मेरे साथ लिए कर में प्याला,
स्वर्ग, नरक या जहाँ कहीं भी तेरा जी हो लेकर चल,
ठौर सभी हैं एक तरह के साथ रहे यदि मधुशाला।।८७।

पाप अगर पीना, समदोषी तो तीनों - साकी बाला,
नित्य पिलानेवाला प्याला, पी जानेवाली हाला,
साथ इन्हें भी ले चल मेरे न्याय यही बतलाता है,
कैद जहाँ मैं हूँ, की जाए कैद वहीं पर मधुशाला।।८८।





Stage 15: This is the stage where we undergo a therapy called "Let it go" to ease our pains and calculate our gains :

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जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अंबर के आंगन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अंबर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुबन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आंगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिट्टी के बने हुए हैं
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन ले कर आए हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फ़िर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं,मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारे हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

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Stage 16 : In this stage , we want to go away from relationships .. away from humans.. we want so called "Varagya" :

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आबादी से दूर,
घने सन्नाटे में,
निर्जन वन के पीछे वाली,
ऊँची एक पहाड़ी पर,
एक सुनहरी सी गौरैया,
अपने पंखों को फैलाकर,
गुमसुम बैठी सोच रही थी,
कल फिर मैं उड़ जाऊँगी,
पार करूँगी इस जंगल को.
वहाँ दूर जो महके जल की,
शीतल एक तलैया है,
उसका थोड़ा पानी पीकर,
पश्चिम को मुड़ जाऊँगी,
फिर वापस ना आऊँगी,
लेकिन पर्वत यहीं रहेगा,
मेरे सारे संगी साथी,
पत्ते शाखें और गिलहरी,
मिट्टी की यह सोंधी खुशबू,
छोड़ जाऊँगी अपने पीछे ....,
क्यों न इस ऊँचे पर्वत को,
अपने साथ उड़ा ले जाऊँ।

और चोंच में मिट्टी भरकर,
थोड़ी दूर उड़ी फिर वापस,
आ टीले पर बैठ गई .....।
हम भी उड़ने की चाहत में,
कितना कुछ तज आए हैं,
यादों की मिट्टी से आखिर,
कब तक दिल बहलाएँगे,
वह दिन आएगा जब वापस,
फिर पर्वत को जाएँगे,
आबादी से दूर,
घने सन्नाटे में।


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Stage 17 : It is the stage for rest of our life where we keep remembering those days and on the same time we say "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment" . This is stage when you realize "Aab salla kuch bhi nahi ho sakta .. jeevan kaat gaya ladte marte .. aab chalo Bhagwan ka naam liya jaye "

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क्यों व्यर्थ की चिंता करते हो? किससे व्यर्थ डरते हो? कौन तुम्हें मार सक्ता है? अात्मा ना पैदा होती है, न मरती है।
जो हुअा, वह अच्छा हुअा, जो हो रहा है, वह अच्छा हो रहा है, जो होगा, वह भी अच्छा ही होगा। तुम भूत का पश्चाताप न करो। भविष्य की चिन्ता न करो। वर्तमान चल रहा है।

तुम्हारा क्या गया, जो तुम रोते हो? तुम क्या लाए थे, जो तुमने खो दिया? तुमने क्या पैदा किया था, जो नाश हो गया? न तुम कुछ लेकर अाए, जो लिया यहीं से लिया। जो दिया, यहीं पर दिया। जो लिया, इसी (भगवान) से लिया। जो दिया, इसी को दिया।

खाली हाथ अाए अौर खाली हाथ चले। जो अाज तुम्हारा है, कल अौर किसी का था, परसों किसी अौर का होगा। तुम इसे अपना समझ कर मग्न हो रहे हो। बस यही प्रसन्नता तुम्हारे दु:खों का कारण है।

परिवर्तन संसार का नियम है। जिसे तुम मृत्यु समझते हो, वही तो जीवन है। एक क्षण में तुम करोड़ों के स्वामी बन जाते हो, दूसरे ही क्षण में तुम दरिद्र हो जाते हो। मेरा-तेरा, छोटा-बड़ा, अपना-पराया, मन से मिटा दो, फिर सब तुम्हारा है, तुम सबके हो।

न यह शरीर तुम्हारा है, न तुम शरीर के हो। यह अग्नि, जल, वायु, पृथ्वी, अाकाश से बना है अौर इसी में मिल जायेगा। परन्तु अात्मा स्थिर है - फिर तुम क्या हो?

तुम अपने अापको भगवान के अर्पित करो। यही सबसे उत्तम सहारा है। जो इसके सहारे को जानता है वह भय, चिन्ता, शोक से सर्वदा मुक्त है।
जो कुछ भी तू करता है, उसे भगवान के अर्पण करता चल। ऐसा करने से सदा जीवन-मुक्त का अानंन्द अनुभव करेगा।

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Stage 18 : Done with the world. Now only these words follow you ...

राम नाम सत्य है .....राम नाम सत्य है.....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है.....राम नाम सत्य है.....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है...राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है.....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है....राम नाम सत्य है...राम नाम सत्य है



Regards,
Aditya Dogra
"Every life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will. "

A Dried up smile

Huah …!!! What a cartoonscape by “The Hindu” .




That’s India media and power of the Pen . Here no-one talked about the Ankik Dhar ...Shilpa Goenka and Anindyee Dhar, who were killed in the Pune terror . Who will remember whether Ankik was an IITian or this was the last Facebook post of Anindyee "I believe in being a beautiful and strong woman who will make heads turn and eyes look up. I am my own princess and I need a prince who needs me," .All our media cares is India becoming " Number 1 in Cricket" and India a peace loving country is ready for the talks with pakistan. Isn’t that shame for us that in 60 years of independence only , we are finding our National Icons like “Tiger as National Animal” and ”Hockey as National Game” becoming extinct . I am happy that our constitution doesn’t made any National language else don’t know what will happen to it . Rather than focusing on the real issues and tacking terrorism (whether its internal “Naxals” or its external “Pakistan sponsored one”) , our home minister Mr. P.Chidambaram is inviting his illegitimate brothers from Pakistan occupied Kashmir to india. Already we have enough of them who burning India’s flag on 15 August (http://www.hindujagruti.org/news/5410.html) and other are hollering that we are Pakistani (http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/We_are_Pakistanis_says_Geelani/articleshow/3378137.cms). After all, we have seen the 26 November 2009 ,a ferocious terrorist attack but unfortunately what our media covered was only TAJ Hotel Because at Taj,lot of high class society people and people from foreign origin died . No-one cared about C.S.T. Railway Station , the below picture is more than enough to say any more word on this.



Each day Naxals ,Maoists and a lot of other anti-government elements are killing poor villagers ,police men and our soldiers in the name of freedom from suppression . It is a sad irony that much of the Red Corridor is not only extremely poor, but extremely resource rich, with enough land for potential factories and advanced and efficient farming these regions are also rich in coal, uranium, bauxite and other minerals. But who owns all this wealth? No one and surely not the tribals, under whose feet much of this wealth lies. India needs a revolution ,and if someday that revolution will happen, I am sure that will change the course of history of world.

Aah..!!! Its getting late for me as I have to sleep so that I can wake up .



Sleep with one eye open
Gripping my pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never-land

Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war
Dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite, yeah


Good Luck India .

Bharat maa ki jai,
Aditya Dogra

Wall don't protect, they isolate you

From the day I saw the advertisement of "SAVE OUR TIGER" initiative with the 1411 number of tigers ,I was thinking to write a blog on this. Ooh ..!!! you must be thinking that i am gonna write for the Tigers and blah blah things. I would have written on that topic if on the same day West bengal hadn't approved "Rangnath Mishra Commission " to be implemented. I am not against any religion or against the uplifting of the so called backward classes. I am just looking like a futuristic and I can see if this "Rangnath Mishra Commission " and commissions for the ** Depressed Classes ** like "Sachar Committee" and "Mandal Commission- Part-1(implemented in the era of V.P.Singh) and Part-II (implemented by Arjun Singh)" will soon are bringing another Advertisement : "SAVE OUR GENERAL CATEGORY HINDOO's : only 1411 left in India ". I can see you raising you eyebrows but am sure the way its going to happen soon, just as soon as the END OF THE DAYS in 2012 ,may be I will be a Aditya Rahim Khan or Aditya Das or Aditya Dogra(With a certificate that I belong to a backward area: With money in india , its not difficult to buy these kinda labels). The govt or our representatives are making new rules for Reservations for minority(where they are in minority) and for majority(Like in Jammu and Kashmir, where we have nearly 80% reservations in all govt jobs, in medical colleges and in all tenders for them ). Long time back someone told me the defination of the Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after. .

Cant we have a system where we give free education to all economical suppressed class of people and once we raise them to some level , let them compete with others in open air. These kind of Committees and Commissions are the reasons behind Godhra and Orissa riots and a lot more in future riots . Why we are making someone special based on their caste ,creed or religion ? As I have mentioned in the subject of the Post "Wall don't protect, they isolate you..." , similarly these kind of new bills and rules are not doing good for anyone , they are just isolating them .


It reminded me of the movie "Rang de basanti" , where the Britishers sent a Maulvi to convince Ashfaqulla khan . Maulvi said "Ye hindoo tumhe istemal kar rahe rahe hai" ..
Ashfaqulla khan replied "Hum ne hinduyoon ki nahi Hindoostan ki aazadi ki liye larai cheri hai" ..

That used to be love for the country rather than religion , caste and creed.

Bharat maa ki jai ,
Aditya Dogra

What is Democracy ??

Another day in my sick world . Laptop is formated , throat is infected and mind is empty , thats my today's description. Woke up(not sure that i had slept also) and decided to listen some song to start my thought process . Opened youtube and the first song came into my mind was "Metallica's - One". Here is the link for you
YOUTUBE METALLICA ONE LINK

As soon as the song started ... I find the lyrics were different , may be different from what I always use to hear . I always loved the guitar and drums in the song but this time I dont know why I concentrated more on lyrics .. As soon as the words in the first line reached my neurons , a shiver happened in my body as if Metallica is talking of me "The cerebrum has suffered massive and reparable damage. You never know what has happened to him"

And then comes the words which now seems to flow in my body along my blood


What is democracy? What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur
What if its my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son

It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain, pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind. This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead, until the day joins them
I dont know weather Im alive or dreaming or dead or remembering
How can you tell whats a dream and whats real when you cant even tell when your awake and when your asleep



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Death has a dignity of its own
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Each man faces death by himself, alone
Good-bye father

Inside me Im screaming nobody any pays attention, if I had arms, I could kill myself, if I had legs, I could run away, if I had a voice I could talk and be some kind of company for myself
How do I know theyll kill me?
I could yell for help, but nobodyd help me
I just gotta do some kind of, I dont see how I can go on like this

S.O.S. help me, S.O.S. help me

Keep the home fires burning
While our hearts are yearning


Complete lyrics of this version of Metallica's one : LYRICS OF METALLICA ONE(Rare)

Fizzing dreams

Blogging is becoming addiction for me now-a-days. My mind has become a multi-threaded system where different thread keep on doing independent tasks in a mutually exclusive manner. One of my mind thread keep on thinking for India and its future, other keep polling RECD/NITD , one for office work and the last one for blogging . With all these threads working simultaneously eat up my whole CPU and I am not getting anytime to process my queued requests for my future . Just reading about Stochastic process in queuing theory ,this is what I found :
Wiki defines Stochastic Process as the process where there is some indeterminacy in its future evolution .

My Life satisfy all conditions of Stochastic Process i.e having some indeterminacy in my future evolution and dealing with not just one possible "reality" of how the process might evolve under time but multiple possibilities .So does that mean I define my life as Stochastic process ????

Anyways , my new post is about the fizzing dreams or bubbling dreams. Its about the busy life in corporate world .Few days back someone forward me a picture which really depicts the corporate cycle nicely . Here it is :




Sometimes when I met some of the managers in Cisco or of other MNC companies who work late nights ** still being managers **, it always remind me the words of my first manager "Get some life". And when such hardworking managers ask me "where do you see yourself after 5 or 10 years?" , I really don't have any answer because the answer in my mind is always "I don't want to be like you living such a restless life :-) :-)". Long time back ,Someone from higher management asked me "How do you think Corporate world has changed your life ? ". I normally resist such questions but on that day , due to some reflex action or in abruption , i replied to that question . My words were "It converted me from a human being into a resource, such a resource whose 50% is one project , 10% on that and rest 40% on that one" . Life in a corporate world can be expressed in the words of Taare Zammen par song "Jamme raho"


Kas Ke Joota Kas Ke Belt
Khoons Ke Andar Apni Shirt
Manzil Ko Chali Sawaari
Kandho Pe Zimmedari

Haath Mein File Man Mein Dum
Meelon Meel Chalenge Hum
Har Mushkil Se Takrayenge
Tas Se Mas Na Honge Hum

Ye Sote Bhee Hain Attention
Aage Rehne Ki Hai Tension
Mehnat Inko Pyari Hai
Ekdum Aagyakari Hain

Ye Omlet Par Hi Jeete Hain
Ye Tonic Saare Peete Hain
Waqt Pe Sote Waqt Pe Khate
Taan Ke Seena Padhte Jate
.......


Also there was a beautiful story on the busy life of the modern human being.The story goes like this :



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A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year Old son
waiting for him at the door.

SON: Daddy, may I ask you a question?

DAD: Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.

SON: Daddy, how much do you make an hour?

DAD: That's none of your business.
Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.

SON: I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?

DAD: If you must know, I make $50 an hour.

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: Daddy, may I please borrow $25?

The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked about that is so you can borrow
some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself
straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard every day for such childish frivolities." The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.


The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.


The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep, son?" he asked.
"no daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.
"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you." Here's the $25 you asked
for.

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then Looked up at his father. " Why do you want more money if you already have some?" . The father grumbled.


"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.

"Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early
tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

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Don't you think we are making our lives more complex and just like software life cycle we are living a "Software engineer's life cycle" with defined stages and constrained and deadlines . It looks like the modern life cycle is like this :



Trying to pacify each relationship and becoming more and more successful is making our life just like the above picture. We want to donate to the NGO's but only after checking if the donation is in section 80c of income tax regulations , we want Govt to build fly over and roads but we make forged house rent certificates to save Tax. Can't life be as simple as in the movie "God must be crazy". If you have not watched , I will recommend everyone to watch it .. its a hilarious and simple movie .
Now its late for me as I also have to follow the "Software engineer's life cycle" from the morning. Good night folks. But now the issue is In my dreams I'm dying all the time

In my dreams I'm dying all the time
When I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
Then I wake I'm going out of my mind

Some Random Clicks

This click is from H.A.L Museum, Bangalore. Actually I wanted to take this photograph long back but didn't have a camera so couldn't take.



This pic was clicked by my papa while on his way to Bangalore. It’s taken from a moving train and The best part of the picture is Color's diversification. The blue color of water overlapping with the color of land and then the green trees touching the vast blue sky.





Its in a shop located in U.B.City .The moment I saw this sclupture , words of Sheila Chandra's song ""Ever So Lonely"" started echoing in my head ( youtube link ) .



I call this picture as "Color's of India or Mystic shades of India" . It’s also taken by my papa on his way to Bangalore.



These are two big banners outside the U.B.City. I liked both the quotes and I think both are quite apposite in the real world.
The Tragedy of the world is the geniuses are confused and the idiots are cocksure

Murkiest Sky

I am sure by the Heading "Murkiest Sky" you all have got some hints on what I am going to write today . But let me become somewhat socialistic rather than becoming a realistic dogra ;-). This week my parents visited me as now at least they are getting hints that how much is the old saying can be true “A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life” but we with a slight digression in my case as I am already gone away without a wife . Aah thats not the theme of my story . Today we went for a dinner at a nice hotel .They served us nearly 30 different dishes and we tried everything ,But in reality we ate less and wasted more . The moment I clicked the photographs of our half done plates, for few seconds the below videos flash backed in front of my eyes. From that moment , one of my brains thread was in Busy waiting state and was continuously polling for this video. May be this video will look quite normal to you folks .This short film is about the hunger and poverty brought about by Globalization. The video is at the bottom of the post ,or you can view it on Youtube


The words of the video keep haunting my soul and spirit.

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Let me tell their story
That no one else can hear
How can someone's laughter
Bring me close to tears
And you'll never know
Cause you're never there
After what we've seen
Can we close our eyes again.

Let me tell their story
You won't think is true
I have not forgotten
So I'm sharing it with you
For all the things we know
What have we really learned ?
Though I close my eyes
The images remain
And their story... Begins again.
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Listening the oldies , I found some lines of Elton John's "Circle of Life" quite apposite to our current situation.


Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give

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Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars

Here now we are getting paid by MNC like hell and still we are just writing blogs and sending mails but doing nothing in reality in this respect. Those millions of bucks we earn in our lifetime are not because of our hard work or our brilliance but its some kinda of cannibalism which we are spreading in a sophisticated manner.How much we really contribute for the welfare of the poor. All we care is for all donations which will be under Section 80C of our income tax rule so that if we pay one thousand bucks to some NGO,we should get Tax benefits. Why don't we think for section 80C while donating in temples or while thousands of rupees on a movie ticket ?? I am not saying that we should not donate in temples or should not watch movies but we need to find some way with which we can really make some difference for the suppressed class of Society. Making Documentaries or information flow over these social problems is good but how much these are really helping them . In one way or the other , we can even utilize the resources we invest like the finance for the documentary or the Time I am wasting on sending mails or writing blogs or in thinking , for helping the real suppressed class . Its similar like Bal Thakarey saying that Shiv sena wont let Australians play on Maharastra Soil. I will say " What a patriotism MR. Thakarey ..!! " But I have a question for him "Australians are doing attacking on Indians due to foreign nationism but why the F**k Shiv sena or MNS attack on North Indians or Bihari's .. How the Shiv Sena or MNS brazen attacks are different from Australian attacks ??? If Australians do it under the name of Nationalism , then MNS or SHIV sena do it under the name of regionalism .." . We are just Hippocrates .

Like the old adage goes on "Charity begins at home", we need to step up and do something. Otherwise you will become like me and in the words of Albert Einstein ,soon you will be defined like this quote “Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking”.




Look into her eyes and now close your eyes . You will see a contrast of happiness and sadness .






The best part of the video is **When the hungry kids of the Poor man start eating to satisfy his hunger , that man told him to FIRST PRAY GOD and then eat**. How many of us normally do such things ??

This video just rose lots of question in my mind ...

Drifting Flames

Watched a movie "Fracture" of Anthony Hopkins . Not a great movie or a movie to recommend but like some of the quotes of it Like "Even a broken clock is right twice a day" .In the movie , the writer has used some lines of an old poem of Dr Seuss from the book "OH!THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!".This book "OH!THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!" is basically for kids and the book concerns life and its challenges. I dont know if children can understand the real meaning of the poem or I am doing some misinterpretation of the poem . But to me ,it looks quite a dark poem as dark as the above pics .. crawling into my dreams .

Let me highlight the lines which were used in this movie . Read it and interpret them ;-) .. May be I am just goofing up everything because of my "Drifting thoughts" ..Here I am, on the road again, ....There I am, up on the stage ... There I go, playing star again, ....There I go, turn the page

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You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sites!
You'll join the high fliers!
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't.
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to says so
but, sadly, it's true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lunch
wuth an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're dark.
A place that could sprain both elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you should go in,should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quaters? Or maybe not quite?
Or go around and back and sneak from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long and wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most usless place

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where boom bands are playing.

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not.
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, theres a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the whether be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though you arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike.
And I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many stray birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with you left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will indeed!


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As time goes by

Right now everyone is either busy in either celebrating the coming of New year or dumping the rusted memories of previous year . But I am enjoying a cup of Earl grey tea in one hand and typing with the other ,listening to the an antichrist singer "Marilyn Manson" on my roof top .Under the void sky and the black starless night without my headphones,the only sound I can listen is of chirrups of the insects and cascading of the waves of the cool breeze. Under such a night , these words are echoing in my mind.

Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I've lost my lights
I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

As time goes by , we are reaching more and more closer toward the death and farther and farther from the Goal of life. Aah , those profound thoughts again . Concentrate dogra concentrate , calm down ..

Cool it, dude

Don't be rude

You will only get your temper up -

Whats the use ?

Let's have some Ghup Shup

You do the Gup and i will shut up ......

And now i am in power saving mode (shut up mode)....Silence .. silence and silence has surrounded me . And Within the silence comes peace...With peace comes freedom...With freedom comes silence ..!! . Right now all i am thinking of is the Flashback of the 2009 in the context of incredible India.

Some things take time to dawn on you

Like a morning that takes a whole night

How often when we haven't a clue

Does darkness turn to light

I am not going to give a list of news flashback here as you can get it very easily ,so google that if you want . I see this year as a year of change , not only climatic change but change in the thought process of the people of india . Till last year , Arunachal pradesh was the only state in the country with less than 2% of voting but this year we see sudden decrease in the voter's percentage in other states of India like Maharastra which shows of spreading of a view "Which country and why should I do this and that for the country... what has this country given to me and why do i need to repay it back ".There is not nothing good or bad in it but it just shows change in the ideology of people.One of the major achievement of this year was the coining of the term "Hindoo Terrorism" by some secularist politicians. Other than this,2009 has brought a new concept in Indian society " Live in the Society of Victimization where people are more comfortable being victimized than actually standby for themselves". This year we saw the rise of the regionalism under the guidance of Shri Shri Raj Thakeray ji and Slicing of india ignited by telangana and gorkhaland and Just like Adult Education initiatives, under the leadership of Swami N.D.Tiwary ,a new program 'Adult sex education' for Senior citizens. In this whole process of evolution , I pity Sardar Patel who wasted his time in integrating 565 semi-autonomous princely states and British-era colonial provinces into United India (In Chanakya's term "Uthishta Bharatha"). He could also have enjoyed a royal life of the politicians but woh kehte hai naa hindi mein "Vinaash kaale, viprit buddhi" . He scarified his whole life for integrating India and What we gave him back.. just a tag of "Iron Man of India". And now we should give another tags to our leaders who are fighting for separate states "Melting men of India". Few days back , an advertisement of Amul was published in The Hindu newspaper .

This advertisement explains the condition of India.

Few years back , I listened these lines somewhere :

Woh aadmi nahi ek mukamaal biyan hai

Uss ke mathee par gehri chot ka nisaan hai

Ek din milla tha ,chitroon mein mujhe

Mein ne jo pucha naam , tho kaha hindoostan hu mein

Now I can understand the real meaning of these lines . From the head to foot , Bharat maa ki bleeding and like Stigmata , i can feel her pain .

Dil dard ka tukda hai Patthar ki Dali si hai
Ek andha kuan hai Ya ek band Gali si hai
Ek chhota sa Lamha hai jo Khatm nahin hota
Main Laakh jalata hoon ye Bhasm nahin hota

This year of 2009 , i see the impact of the Change in the mindset of people in our Bollywood also. As Bollywood trends keep on changing with the the mindsets of the common Indian so now this feeling of resentment among each Indian can be easily seen in our movies. Whether we take an example of " Wednesday " which shows How much a common Indian is fed up by govt policies of feeding the terrorists or "Gulaal" which shows the resentment among several neglected communities of india. Not only this , we have seen some new Anthems coming up .

One of them was in Gulaal where piyush mishra recited the Version 1.0 of सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है by Ram Prasad Bismil ...

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil me hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna bazu-e-kaatil me hai
Waqt aane pe bataadenge tujhe e aasmaan
Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil me hai

Oh re Bismil kaash aate aaj tum Hindustaan
Dekhte ki mulk saara kya tashan, kya chill mein hai
Aaj ka launda yeh kehta hum to bismil thak gaye
Apni aazaadi to bhaiya laundiya ke dil mein hai.

Aaj ke jalson me Bismil ek gunga gaa raha.
Aur behron ka wo rela naachta mehfil mein hai
Haath ki khadi banaane ka zamaana lag gaya
Aaj to chaddi bhi silti englison ki mill mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil me hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna bazu-e-kaatil me hai

and the other was from the movie "Rann" where they altered the National anthem of India 'Jana Gaan Maan' to depict the present condition of india : Version 1.0 of Jana Gann Mana.

Jana Gann Mana Rann hai
Iss Rann mein
Zakhmi hua hai Bhaarat ka Bhaagya Vidhaata
Punjab Sindh Gujrat Maratha
Ek doosre se ladd ke mar rahein hain
Is desh ne humko ek kiya
Hum desh ke tukdey kar rahein hain
Dravid Utkal Banga
Khoon bahaa ker, ek rang ka kar diya humne tiranga
Sarhadon pe jung aur
Galiyon mein fasaad dangaVindh Himachal Yamuna Ganga
Mein tezaab ubal raha hai
Mar gaya sab ka zameer
Jaane kab zinda ho aagey
Phir bhi Tava shubh naame jaage
Tava shubh aashish maange
Aag mein jal kar cheekh raha hai
Phir bhi koi nahi sach ko bachaata
Gaahe tava jaya gaatha
Desh ka aisa haal hai lekin
Aapas mein ladd rahein NetaJana Gann Mangal daayak jaya hai
Bhaarat ko bacha le Vidhaata!!!
Jaya hai Ya yeh Marann hai
Jana Gann Mana Rann hai

Now i can see some light to my darkness just like The twilight of the Dawn or the dusk....

I see the Sun on the seas,

I see the gentle sway of the trees,

I see all this in the morning breeze,

I wish I could make Time freeze

But I can't freeze this time so let me try freezing my wandering thoughts in my mind.

There is a song in my heart .

A smile on my face ;

Life is an art ,

Not a rat race.

And you all know The problem with the rat race is even if you win you're still a rat and I dont wanna be a rat . One last gasp , one last stride, And you can take that victory ride .

Good night folks as Now my mind is calling me back to the dream lands which appear more real that the real world.

Regards,

Aditya Dogra

Is adult entertainment killing our children? or is killing our children entertaining our adults?