HIGHWAY

My humble attempt to talk about something which is shockingly enough still not talked about, wearing the guise of a movie which I believe was a masterpiece in itself (not just because it threw light on the issue but also because it showcased some great visuals and performances). Another dimension to the #me_too movement through the layman's eyes...  

HIGHWAY

 

Clasped in a well-bred society 

Silver spoons & golden cage in bounty

Yet distressed in life's shows profoundly

Found freedom in braving the odds when kidnapped astoundly

Faced bitter truths when she was just a kid 

Her every free breath did the companions bid

Struggling inside the home walls her journey ensued

while caged in bars she eternal bliss chewed

Mountains, valleys, greenery lush did she witness

Through her journey, life's every route did she caress

Bondaged in the mighty hands of a goon

Yet ecstasy in every bit she swallowed in God's tune

The path was that what awed her

Ajar the shackles fresh breath did command her

Did her bit to free kids from bondage in every way

Thus, heaven did she meet when she crossed the highway...

What if (or if not)??

Hi all!! A new blog entry primarily written questioning about and pondering over anything and everything... 

WHAT IF (OR IF NOT)??



What if you were living a lie? 

& acknowledgment further made you cry,

There were no God to worship or idolize

Nor homo-sapiens the most intelligent species to patronize

What if you were neither living nor dying,

Nor talking, nor singing, nor writing, nor complying

With anything - that's expected now, respected now

Time divested now were wasted forever ohh! Wow!!

What if there were no emotions, no intellect, no passions,

No effect of who you are or what will be -

Of you, of time, of eternity?

No science, no religion, no art, no culture

& No sport, no profession, no hunger

What if nothing were or is or will be?

What if I weren't to write this for you to read, if need be?

Oh, what if??

सही या ग़लत?

नमस्ते! मेरे द्वारा लिखी गयी पहली हिंदी रचना (स्कूल के दिनों में) जो आप लोगों से साझा करना चाहती हूँ... इस उम्मीद से कि 'सही या ग़लत - सिर्फ एक नज़रिया है' - ये बात आप लोगों तक पहुँचेगी।

सही 😃 या ग़लत 😞??

 

किसी व्यक्ति को अपने जीवन जीनेे का अनुमान नहीं 

पर दूसरों के जीवन निर्वाह का सभी को ज्ञान है!

क्या सही है, क्या ग़लत; दूसरों के लिए - पहचान है 

पर ख़ुद के लिए क्या सही या क्या ग़लत, अनजान है!!

लड़कियों को ना पढ़ना, जुर्म है, अकानूनन है 

फिर कोक में ही मार देना क्या सही है? या ग़लत है?

फिल्मों में अश्लीलता को देखना मनोरंजन है-

फिर लड़कियों के कम कपड़ों से भी क्यों परेशान हैं?

राजनीति में ही बहुत अन्याय, भ्रष्टाचार है 

फिर हम ही क्यों राजनीति की और कदम नहीं उठाते हैं?

नेताओं को कोसना, राजनीति को दोष देना, यदि सही है 

तो फिर इसके ज़िम्मेदार (हमें) दोषी ठहराना, क्या ग़लत है?

दूसरों का मज़ाक उड़ाना आसान है, ग़लत है 

फिर ख़ुद को शाबाशी भी देना क्या सही है, या ग़लत है?

समाज के इस पक्ष, समाज के उस पक्ष 

द्वंद्व है...., द्वंद्व है.... 

क्या सही है? क्या ग़लत? 

द्वंद्व है...., द्वंद्व है।  

MATHEMATICS

A big shoutout to everyone including all math nerds and geeks... for the zenith and enigma that is mathematics...

One plus one equals two
Math calculations not always as simple for you
For some mathematics - a piece of cake, for others a riddle forever - a headache!
In essence, mathematics is like poetry
the more you comprehend the easier will it be

Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division
Form the basis for further calculation
Be it calculus, statistics, algebra & geometry
Or set theory, probability, mensuration & trigonometry
A cocktail of intellect and hardwork will success guarantee!

Mathematics is a science in essence,
A work of pure genius and yet common sense
If one is patient enough it gives the SOLUTION to PROBLEMs
rendering an easier life for one to marvel

Starting from zero it goes upto infinity
From Aryabhatta's invention to something beyond man's capacity

Euclid, Newton, Pythagoras, Turing, Fibonacci
Einstein, Ramanujan, Nash, Euler, Bernoulli
contributed manifold to mathematics and in turn humanity

So, mathematics might find all the answers hidden
Those already not known, to ease life's burden
Mathematics is the genesis, the concoction and the gist of life's truths laden...

GRANDY

A tribute to Grandpa...

GRANDY

'Shruti, Shruti' - your husky, frailing voice still echoes in my ears
As I picture your once radiant, now wrinkled face and with moist eyes;
I try to reach out to you but in vain.

Everything I wrote was once scrutinized by you
And here I strain myself to sew some sensible words into this poem (and life) 
But feel lost without you.

Imbibing the daily newspaper headlines was less boring
 while you were around enlightening me, talking (actually gasping by the end)
 like an encyclopedia.

There are no doors left to close to reduce the noise coming from the T.V.
as you have shut the door of your life and left us to dread an eerie silence-
And i imagine you whispering from above - 'Now what is to be done?',
just as you would time and again.

And yes you calculating your pension, taxes & recalculating & cross-checking & again &
then asking me to do it, joking - this is the only treasure I leave - & then again
why did you ever have to?

Teaching us A,B,C,Ds to ethics, taking care of dadi & overprotecting everyone,
stopping going out when you could to when -
there was no choice.

I miss it all - our banters (stories of your humble beginnings....) and bickerings
A quintessential disciplined life led on one's own terms with humility,
was of Grand(pa)y - may he rest in peace... 🙏

Moments Silvern, Memories Golden

Happy anniversary mummy and papa!!! A poem I wrote commemorating 25 years of togetherness, some time ago...

Moments Silvern, Memories Golden

And now arrive moments silvern,

Together spent so long a time as one.

Relished the ride braving pits and falls found

With ecstasy to feel and deep love profound.

'Marriages are made in heaven', they say

Further this match another example does lay

Ma met papa and the journey began

Two lives one soul, savoured the time as they can.

1986 did signify, the year of promises, an embodiment of love,

Fervour was all it was, for the match made above

Days passed by as years now we witness

Such moments passed, words too fail to express

1989, 1995 were when we were born,

Our destiny joined theirs, the journey did adorn

Life was all roses, yes roses for us it was 

AS, such wonderful parents, did the Gods toss.

उपहास या उल्लास ?

नमस्ते! हँसना उल्लास हो तभी, उपहास में नहीं| इसी सोच के साथ प्रस्तुत हैं कुछ पंक्तियाँ - 

उपहास या उल्लास ?

चलते चलते वो अचानक गिर पड़ा 

रास्ते का पत्थर उसकी चाल डगमगा गया 

इधर उधर देखा लोगों को हँसता पाया 

और उस उपहास में ख़ुद को फँसता पाया 

फिर उठ गया अपने आत्म-बल को झंझोड़ कर 

एक हँसी भरी अपने ऊपर 

और फिर से जीवन में उल्लास खोजते निकल गया!

हँसना सेहत के लिए लाभदायक 

पर अच्छा तब हो जब उल्लास हो तब हँसो 

उपहास का पात्र किसी को न बनने दो 

ख़ुद पर हँसना अच्छा है कभी कभी 

अपनी कमियों से रूबरू होने के अवसर हैं ये सभी 

पर दूसरों पर हँसना कभी भी अच्छा नहीं 

मत भूलो कि हो सकता है कभी तुम भी हो सकते थे वहीँ 

उल्लास हो तो सही, पर उपहास न हो वही 

जीवन पथ पर उल्लास के कारण ढूंढ़ते चलो 

और उपहास को ख़ुद से कोसों दूर करते चलो | 

MUDIT

Happy Birthday Mudit!!! Though we may be miles apart, but you will always remain close to my heart... Sharing with everyone, a poem I wrote on your graduation, on your special day...

MUDIT

Come 25th April '95, a baby boy was born;

A faint little cry, innocent and shy

witnessed the coming morn.

With dimpled cheeks and rosy lips 

fitted he the nursery rhyme.

An eminent smile & charm a while portrayed 

from time to time.

His sharpness infected me as he defeated me in chess,

Caricatures drawn to his heart's delight 

amazed me none the less.

Read tales from books to him, when he was small

As, in him the coming years promised - a growing storyteller tall.

A writer, a singer, a dramatist, a would be doctor, a musician

Mr. one in all, all teemed to perfection.

carrying the legacy of our family forward, our very own Dexter;

a perfect brother who makes me, a very proud sister.

THEee Call

Again an old poem, relevant still today. Happy reading!

THEee Call

There is a call, the sound is there.

Not so loud, too faint to care.

There is a dream, tearing my soul apart

I want to follow, guided by my heart.

Too many obstacles, seeming like some calamity;

Is reaching the zenith, going to be a reality?

The answer is for time to decide

The result, for me to abide..

Guided by mystery, keeping fingers crossed

Waiting for the judgement day, the results tossed.

If it be good, fine.

If it be bad, in any case, it's call divine.

MUSIC

Hola people!
An old-golden poem inspired loosely from the song - 'आवारा भँवरे' from 'Roja' and of course - life.

MUSIC

     

    

The cry of the baby

The buzz of the honey bee

The tip tap of the rain

The chuk-chuk of the train.

The beep of the car-horn

The beat of the clock-on

The rhythm of the sea waves

The breeze gently rustling the trees, paves

The heart-beat, the flipping coin's land,

the muttering fan, the clapping of the hands

the burps, the hiccups,

the alarms, the cheering cups

Bring to life music;

Rhythm managed in every click.

I

Happy world poetry day folks!

A poem to mark this day... to celebrate the diversity i.e. humanity...

I

I am a small part of the divine whole, 

the part of the puzzle merging with other pieces to fulfill the divine role.

I am a man/woman 

playing his/her part, for gender can define me, not confine my soul which is second to none.

I am black/dusky/brown/wheatish/fair 

but my skin tone does not define my attractiveness, which is always there.

I belong to different religions and yet to none,

for, their purpose is to unite me with the one.

I live at different places, which mould me 

and make me tolerant of each other and practise the greater religion - humanity.

I am a child / adult fulfilling my role 

to attain the divine whole.

 I am a toddler/parent/grand-parent

fulfilling my duty patent.

I am a professional/non-professional,

not categorized but broadened by it all.

I love because loving is my second nature,

not bounded by gender.

I am of different shapes and sizes 

but my spirit is not, it customizes

I am my intellect, my emotions - my brain, my heart

I am me,
 not your perception, so, let me be.

FAIR AND UGLY

Happy women's day to all the lovely ladies! Something to ponder over...

FAIR AND UGLY

Ohh! I see her tummy bulge

Fatty! eat less and more in exercise indulge

Get two tones lighter, try fair and lovely

With such dark complexion, no boy will marry you ugly!

Plunging neckline and rising hemline, her skimpy attire invites Satan's desire

Poised and graceful, in a saree, Bhartiya naree, how eloquent is her attire

Don't spread your legs, sit like a lady

Make less noise, don't raise your voice, be agreeable Sadie

So much makeup, she looks so artificial

Too poor features, requires she grooming superficial

Bossy, sassy, glossy, saucy

With what more words will you label her, fussy?

She doesn't walk like beauty in the night

She is a woman of substance acknowledge her might

Her clothes, her walk, her chores, her talk

Her frame, her limbs, her name, her whims

Are hers to don; 

Not your to own

She's divine sequel -

 comprising man and his equal

The way she is, let her be  

A little classy, sassy and yeah, a whole lot bad-assy!

जीवन - पीड़ा या क्रीड़ा

नमस्ते!! पहली हिंदी रचना जो blogger पर साझा कर रही हूँ | उम्मीद है आप सबको पसंद आएगी | 

जीवन - पीड़ा या क्रीड़ा 

क्षण दर क्षण यही सवाल - जीवन पीड़ा या क्रीड़ा ?

मन का नहीं हुआ - पीड़ा, ऊपर वाले के अनुसार हुआ - क्रीड़ा 

मसला वही था नज़रिया भिन्न भिन्न 

पीड़ा भी वही क्रीड़ा भी वही 

अंतर केवल सोच का ही 

विकल्प एक प्रश्न दो 

या तो हार जाओ फिर मात खाओ 

अथवा जीत लो फिर शह हो 

पीड़ा में ही क्रीड़ा ढ़ूंढ़ लो 

या क्रीड़ा को पीड़ा बना दो 

तमस के उस छोर को छू लो

 जिस छोर से उजियारा होता है 

तो जीवन पीड़ा में भी क्रीड़ा है 

प्रश्न केवल अभ्यास का है 

निरंतर चलते जाओ 

पीड़ा हो तो क्रीड़ा करो 

अंतर केवल प्रयास का है 

फिर जीवन के पथ पर क्रीड़ा ही क्रीड़ा है!