Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Adhoori Kahaaniyaan

Do din se tumse baat nahi hui thi dhang se..ab jaane kab ho payegi...

Iss weekend pe ghar jaana tha...par ab ek dumm se na jaane kahaan thikaana hai...kahaan jaana hai...

Dasvidaniya dekhi thi...pakka kar liya tha...ki Maan ke liye ek car lena hai...jaldi hi...

Aaj tumse Aaloo ke Parathey banaane ko kaha tha...bade din hue they khaaye...abse tum akele hi khana...

Papa par aaj subah kisi baat ko lekar chilla diya tha...par Papa kabhi keh nahi paaya...ki jitna pyaar Maan se karta hoonutna hi aapse bhi...

Bhookh aur gareebi se haar gaya tha..roz roz firr se wahi maara maari...par tumse maarne ko to nahi kaha tha...

Aaj apni potti ke pehle birthday ke liye ghar sajaake baitha tha...par ginti ek ke pehle hi khatam ho gayi...

Agle mahine shaadi thi...kitni ladaayi ke baad....kitne manaane ke baad...Ma Pa maane they....Shopping n all....

Christmas pe lambe weekend ka wait karte karte hi reh gaye....and pehle hi end ho gaya....

Kal apne baitey ko polio drops ke liye le gaya tha...aaj subah se bahut dard hai usse...shaam ko doctor ke paas jaana tha...

3 saal se ghar nahi aaya tha....aaj airport se seedhe party ke liye nikla...dosto se to mil liya...par ghar nahi pahuch paaya...

Halki se neend lag gayi thi raaste mein...train se utara hi tha ki...neend pakki ho gayi....

....aisi na jaane kitni kahaaniyaan adhoori reh gayin....kitne sapne aankho mein sookh gaye....

....kitni baatein zabaan se chipak gayin....kitne saath firr se choot gaye.....

...safar firr shurro hua shayad....par manzil ka nahi pata hai...nahi utsaah.............

Sunday, December 7, 2008

TAKE PLEDGE TO BE A HUMAN

Just to take a 1 minute lead in traffic, we all break all the traffic rules.An Indian only could have said, "Rules are meant to be broken".

A blueline bus crushes a 6 year old girl in a fully crowded street and forget the people on road, nobody even from inside the bus does anything against this. They quitely carry on to their journeys, to i dont know which place.

If indifference as a word has been lived in true sense in any society, then its none other than India. There only public figures like Kerala CM can bark such venom and directors like Ram Gopal Verma can be in a directorial moodjust after 2-3 days of Mumbai attacks.

Shame on us. Shame on Indians.What we are and Who we are?Forget this, is it even correct to call the bunch of over billion people living in India as Indians, as WE?

What has happened in Maharashtra and elsewhere under the guidance of able leaders like raj thackerey and many others, only makes this feeling stronger and deeper.
And then we want justice, we want answers, we want security, we want facilities and we want everything.But what we are giving back?

We as a nation have been degrading ever after the initial years of our Independence.

What comes to my memory first in this series of moral and national decay is the 1992 Ayodhya kaand.Events that lead to it and followed after it, damaged the Hindu-Muslim fibre of brotherhood and happily-living-togetherforever. The extent of damage has been from ignorable to unthinkable, in different minds and hearts across the nation.

Somehow, Punjab was escaped from unfathomable menace of terrorism.

Jammu & Kashmir still remains to be rescued to its heavenly status and for more than one reason, it seems to be a long andtough wait and the possible reason of terrorism and its different manifestations in this subcontinent, at least.

Later, Mumbai blasts tried to test the resilience of this great and mysterious city, further deepening the religion trench.

Then happened Godhra.Dont know much about the intricate details as truth is as complicate as life is. But, humanity was once again killed and murdered in front of our naked eyes.

This year worsened the things to such an extent that it has already become the worst year of my life, yet, with 24 more days to go. Terror struck at such unimaginable places during this year, that I really dont know a safe place in India with confirmity.Every dust bin in a public place opens up in my mind a trashfull of bomb-probing images.Regionalism in India was never so dominant, so ugly and so bare.

Is this the time for a serious revolution?A revolution propelled by positive forces and constructive participation.
Its been long, since we have been putting the onus on someone else for whatever bad happens in our lives.It is time for us to take the onus of everything that is happening arround us.
We, as Indian individuals need to learn a few tough lessons:

1. Discipline: in our behavior not just inside the class or office but everywhere, where it matters.

2. Participation: active involvement in the activities that affect us as individuals and as citizens of India and of the world.

3. Indifference towards indifference: we need to know that we all are prone to each and every thing thats happened to someone or is happening to someone. So, its time to "Take Care" of others around us as ourselves.

Today, the times are such that distance and regions, languages and nationalities cannot separate us from each other: be it the flow of ideas, crime, money, happiness, hatred, cooperation, competition, etc.
If we think good and our actions have the right intent, then we can be sure, that we are not alone here or there.People will join us and march with us and might even take lead to march further.

Lets take a pledge that we as individuals and our actions, would be guided by only one religion, only one nationality which is HUMANITY.
I am taking this pledege.
My nationality is HUMANITY.
My religion is HUMANITY.
My caste is HUMANITY.
My color is HUMANITY.
My creed is HUMANITY.

Make sure everyone you know takes this pledge and you would see that how the whole world can change.

Monday, December 1, 2008

WHEN WE WILL WAKE UP????????????????

I was going home to attend my Didis marriage in Bhopal, chatting with a professional kinda businessman about his dairy business andother such things that are close to my entrepreneurial heart.

I didnt look at the watch, was unaware of the things happening anywhere. Was jus messaging to 58888, to keep up with the India'a mauling of the English team. India took a 5-0 lead, as i decided to sleep with thoughts of a 7-0 win in ODIs, followed by2-0 in the tests.

This is all, that was in my mind on the 26-Novemeber-2008 night in the Bhopal Express.

Reached home safely, which has become a luxury to all Indians now, amidst all the Shaadi chaos, dwelling in my house. My nephews as usual were shuffling between various cartoon channels when someone just changed the channel to a news channel.

And what?

The Taj Mahal Hotel of the great Gateway of India was in flames, with tickers telling me, that when i was asleep, there were many who lost everything they had, worse some would deal with the loss of life in thier lives to come.

The great Leopold's connection that i began while reading the Shantaram also took a beating.

And just then i realised about my brothers in Mumbai- Ghoda, Jhandi, Luckybhai, Anshul, Salak, Jassi, Kela and Ottey. I did what we all do at such times, though i was unable to accept this again, incidences like these, which have become our news diet, only this time it was worse than anybody could have ever imagined.

Everyone i knew was fine, as this is the only thing we are concerned with, right?

Then, Ghoda made me creep in my inner shell, when he told me that Gaurav Bala Jain, his friend, whom i have met several times before in Indore in our FRIENDS flat, is missing since last night, and he alongwith Jhandi, is going to the CST area to know about his presence or absence.

Hey Bhagwaan............
Everything stopped then and there.

Yaha ek ghar mein shaadi ki taiyyari chal rahi hai n har koi chilla raha hai...Pramil jaldi taiyyar ho jaao....humein 11 baje tak resort ke liye nikalna hai....ye ya woh....pata nahi kya kya....

aur kahi kisi ke ghar mein ghar jaisa kuch bacha hi nahi hoga...
sirf intezaar aur aansoon aur ek dard jiske khayal se hi pata nahi kaisa lagta hai....

kya hai yaar ye sab...kaise hai..kyoon hai....kyoon?
nahi pata yaar....
kya karna hai...
kuch nahi....

Shaadi mein chala gaya.....raaste mein Ghoda told me that they have found Gaurav's body...shitt mannn....and have informed his, around-60-year-old parents, that their only son is in ICU.
fuck mannnnn. fuck.

i wanted to run and run and run and run to death, that might have ended my pain.mein kya karoon yaar....mujhse aise nahi raha ja ra hai abhi.....

kitne logo ki life mein kuch bhi nahi bacha hai except pain and suffering and mein saala ofice mein baithke blog likh ra hoon....mein saala Oracle se SR pe update le ra hoon....
What the fuck yaar...what the fuck...

What can i do to stop all this?
I want to do something yaar or everything that i can do to stop all this.
But what?And how?
I dont know.

I dont even know whether i would be here to write my next blog or to call you next time or to answer my Mummys fone next time or to watch a movie with you next time.
Will then only i will do something?

And who knows i might not even get a chance to ask all this again if i die next time?

WHEN WOULD BE THE RIGHT TIME FOR US TO LEAVE OUR ROUTINE LIVES AND DO SOMETHING FOR THE GREATER WELL BEING????
WHEN???