Thursday, July 24, 2014

Jane Kaun Nagar Thaharenge

जाने कौन नगर ठहरेंगे
  - कुमार विश्वास
 
कुछ छोटे सपनों की ख़ातिर
बड़ी नींद का सौदा करने
निकल पड़े हैं पाँव अभागे
जाने कौन नगर ठहरेंगे

वही प्यास के अनगढ़ मोती
वही धूप की सुर्ख़ कहानी
वही ऑंख में घुट कर मरती
ऑंसू की ख़ुद्दार जवानी
हर मोहरे की मूक विवशता
चौसर के खाने क्या जानें
हार-जीत ये तय करती है
आज कौन-से घर ठहरेंगे

कुछ पलकों में बंद चांदनी
कुछ होठों में क़ैद तराने
मंज़िल के गुमनाम भरोसे
सपनों के लाचार बहाने
जिनकी ज़िद के आगे सूरज
मोरपंख से छाया मांगे
उनके ही दुर्गम्य इरादे
वीणा के स्वर पर ठहरेंगे


http://kavitakosh.org/kk/जाने_कौन_नगर_ठहरेंगे_/_कुमार_विश्वास#.U37SGdKSx5Y

Chunavi Ashwasan - Mujhko Sarkaar Banaane Do!

Had come across this one, quite appropriately, at the height of election season, but missed posting it despite my intention to do so.

मुझको सरकार बनाने दो
  - अल्हड़ बीकानेरी
 
जो बुढ्ढे खूसट नेता हैं, उनको खड्डे में जाने दो।
बस एक बार, बस एक बार मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।

मेरे भाषण के डंडे से
भागेगा भूत गरीबी का।
मेरे वक्तव्य सुनें तो झगडा
मिटे मियां और बीवी का।

मेरे आश्वासन के टानिक का
एक डोज़ मिल जाए अगर,
चंदगी राम को करे चित्त
पेशेंट पुरानी टी बी का।

मरियल सी जनता को मीठे, वादों का जूस पिलाने दो,
बस एक बार, बस एक बार, मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।

जो कत्ल किसी का कर देगा
मैं उसको बरी करा दूँगा,
हर घिसी पिटी हीरोइन कि
प्लास्टिक सर्जरी करा दूँगा;

लडके लडकी और लैक्चरार
सब फिल्मी गाने गाएंगे,
हर कालेज में सब्जैक्ट फिल्म
का कंपल्सरी करा दूँगा।

हिस्ट्री और बीज गणित जैसे विषयों पर बैन लगाने दो,
बस एक बार, बस एक बार, मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।

जो बिल्कुल फक्कड हैं, उनको
राशन उधार तुलवा दूँगा,
जो लोग पियक्कड हैं, उनके
घर में ठेके खुलवा दूँगा;

सरकारी अस्पताल में जिस
रोगी को मिल न सका बिस्तर,
घर उसकी नब्ज़ छूटते ही
मैं एंबुलैंस भिजवा दूँगा।

मैं जन-सेवक हूँ, मुझको भी, थोडा सा पुण्य कमाने दो,
बस एक बार, बस एक बार, मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।

श्रोता आपस में मरें कटें
कवियों में फूट नहीं होगी,
कवि सम्मेलन में कभी, किसी
की कविता हूट नहीं होगी;

कवि के प्रत्येक शब्द पर जो
तालियाँ न खुलकर बजा सकें,
ऐसे मनहूसों को, कविता
सुनने की छूट नहीं होगी।

कवि की हूटिंग करने वालों पर, हूटिंग टैक्स लगाने दो,
बस एक बार, बस एक बार, मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।

ठग और मुनाफाखोरों की
घेराबंदी करवा दूँगा,
सोना तुरंत गिर जाएगा
चाँदी मंदी करवा दूँगा;

मैं पल भर में सुलझा दूँगा
परिवार नियोजन का पचडा,
शादी से पहले हर दूल्हे
की नसबंदी करवा दूँगा।

होकर बेधडक मनाएंगे फिर हनीमून दीवाने दो,
बस एक बार, बस एक बार, मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।
बस एक बार, बस एक बार, मुझको सरकार बनाने दो।


http://kavitakosh.org/kk/मुझको_सरकार_बनाने_दो_/_अल्हड़_बीकानेरी#.UykczaiSx5Y

Friday, April 25, 2014

Chal Uth Neta, Tu Chhed Taan

Another gem courtesy KavitaKosh - very contemporary, very true, very sarcastic!
चल उठ नेता
     --रचनाकार: अशोक अंजुम

चल उठ नेता तू छेड़ तान!
क्या राष्ट्रधर्म?
क्या संविधान?

तू नए-नए हथकंडे ला!
वश में अपने कुछ गुंडे ला!
फ़िर ऊँचे-ऊँचे झंडे ला
हर एक हाथ में डंडे ला
फ़िर ले जनता की ओर तान
क्या राष्ट्रधर्म?
क्या संविधान?

इस शहर में खिलते चेहरे क्यों?
आपस में रिश्ते गहरे क्यों?
घर-घर खुशहाली चेहरे क्यों?
झूठों पर सच के पहरे क्यों?
आपस में लड़वा, तभी जान!
क्या राष्ट्रधर्म?
क्या संविधान?

तू अन्य दलों को गाली दे!
गंदी से गंदी वाली दे!
हरपल कोई घात निराली दे!
फ़िर दाँत दिखाकर ताली दे!
फ़िर गा मेरा "मेरा भारत महान"
क्या राष्ट्रधर्म?
क्या संविधान?

प्रतिपक्ष पे अनगिन खोट लगा!
ना सम्भल सके यूं चोट लगा!
कुछ भी कर काले नोट लगा!
हर तरफ़ वोट की गोट लगा!
कुर्सी ही अपना लक्ष्य मान!
क्या राष्ट्रधर्म?
क्या संविधान?
 

http://kavitakosh.org/kk/चल_उठ_नेता_/_अशोक_अंजुम#.U0Tn-aiSx5Y

Monday, March 17, 2014

For The Love of Reading ...

A little while after I moved to Bangalore, I came to know of the "Just Books" library chain - for a book lover it promised a lot of excitement. Some months down the line, they opened a satellite store in my apartment complex - and my joy knew no bounds. But well ....  with the daily schedule being what it is, and constant interrupts from a 4-5 year old demanding attention, I have had neither the time nor peace, to read. Not to mention the fact that when I am reading a book that really interests me, well, I am absolutely absorbed - almost forgetting the world around me. Ultimately, the mind won over the heart, and with a sadness, I decided not to take the membership .....

Such is the irony of life - when I had enough time, I didn't have such a good facility available to me. For a while, I had borrowed books from a "library" run by someone in a rented garage, which mostly consisted of shabby, well worn copies, primarily of cheap thrillers and obscure titles, more likely bought from a 'raddiwala' than a used-book shop. After I while I got tired of the low "RoI" - walking to and from that garage, and not getting stuff I would have liked to read, and gave up on it. And now, with such a good facility available, that too so close by, I am not able to find the time. But, passion and practicality have been at a constant struggle in my mind ...

Finally, after contemplating for almost two years, I took a membership of "Just Books", in Feb. My own interest in reading was only a small part of the motivation. The primary reason was to encourage a love for reading in Sid.

As far as my memory will take me, I recall being able to read. Though, of course, in our time, we started with Hindi. I think that I (and bro, of course) could read kids' hindi magazines like Champak, Parag, Nandan, when we were around 5 yrs old. For us, comfort level with English came much later. These days, kids start with the English alphabet, and its only in senior KG that they start learning Hindi. But the language is immaterial. I would love Sid to know the joy of reading, and I believe that this has to be initiated at a young age. As kids (actually well into our teens, or perhaps even now, if we (bro and I) had nothing to do, you could give us a book, and we would be oblivious to the world (added advantage for parents - no nagging, no getting-into-way, no fighting, no mischief :-)). It kind of pained me to see that around 5.5 yrs not only had Sid not started to read properly, but that he did not not even show any interest in reading stories. After having his fill of playing and watching TV, he keeps nagging me about what to do. I tried to explain to him that if he can read books himself, he can enjoy the stories, and also avoid boredom. But I was not successful in convincing him.

That was when I thought that perhaps the excitement of getting a new (as in unread) book (and the restriction of having only one at a time) will get him interested. And perhaps, after the excitement factor, a genuine interest and joy will follow. Sometimes I make suggestions to him on which book to borrow, but his is the final choice. He is excited to go to the library almost every evening and choosing the next book. His reading speed and vocabulary are also improving, though I guess he is taking shortcuts at times - skipping through pages, or avoiding reading if he has heard the story before, or asking us to read after he has read a few pages. But well, one step at a time, and hope the pace continues ...

As for me, I have read more in last one month than I did in the last year (or two), including some books that I have wanted to read for a long long time. Some of them didn't turn out to be as good as expected, but you never know it until you have read it yourself, isn't it.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Mat Jiyo Sirf Apni Khushi Ke Liye

I have been following KavitaKosh on FB, and occasionally it comes up with some real gems. One of these that I first read a few days back ...
 
मत जियो सिर्फ़ अपनी खुशी के लिए
  -- उदयभानु ‘हंस’

मत जियो सिर्फ़ अपनी खुशी के लिए
कोई सपना बुनो ज़िंदगी के लिए।

पोंछ लो दीन दुखियों के आँसू अगर,
कुछ नहीं चाहिए बंदगी के लिए।

सोने चाँदी की थाली ज़रूरी नहीं,
दिल का दीपक बहुत आरती के लिए।

जिसके दिल में घृणा का है ज्वालामुखी
वह ज़हर क्यों पिये खुदकुशी के लिए।

उब जाएँ ज़ियादा खुशी से न हम
ग़म ज़रूरी है कुछ ज़िंदगी के लिए।

सारी दुनिया को जब हमने अपना लिया,
कौन बाकी रहा दुश्मनी के लिए।

तुम हवा को पकड़ने की ज़िद छोड़ दो,
वक्त रुकता नहीं है किसी के लिए।

शब्द को आग में ढालना सीखिए,
दर्द काफी नहीं शायरी के लिए।

सब ग़लतफहमियाँ दूर हो जाएँगी,
हँस मिल लो गले दो घड़ी के लिए।

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Tum Kabhi The Surya

Read this wonderful hindi ghazal this morning, thanks to Kavitakosh. Pleasantly surprised to see the poet is Chandrasen Virat, one of whose poems I had read and greatly admired, few years back. While I would love to share the other one some time, I just wanted to share the one I just read right now.
 
तुम कभी थे सूर्य
  -- चंद्रसेन विराट

तुम कभी थे सूर्य लेकिन अब दियों तक आ गये।
थे कभी मुख्पृष्ठ पर अब हाशियों तक आ गये ॥

यवनिका बदली कि सारा दृष्य बदला मंच का ।
थे कभी दुल्हा स्वयं बारातियों तक आ गये ।।

वक्त का पहिया किसे कुचले कहां कब क्या पता।
थे कभी रथवान अब बैसाखियों तक आ गये ।।

देख ली सत्ता किसी वारांगना से कम नहीं ।
जो कि अध्यादेश थे खुद अर्जियों तक आ गये ।।

देश के संदर्भ मे तुम बोल लेते खूब हो ।
बात ध्वज की थी चलाई कुर्सियों तक आ गये ।।

प्रेम के आख्यान मे तुम आत्मा से थे चले ।
घूम फिर कर देह की गोलाईयों तक आ गये ॥

कुछ बिके आलोचकों की मानकर ही गीत को ।
तुम ॠचाएं मानते थे गालियों तक आ गये ॥

सभ्यता के पंथ पर यह आदमी की यात्रा ।
देवताओं से शुरु की वहशियों तक आ गये ॥

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Conversations with Sid

It is very difficult to get Sid to sleep, both in the afternoon and in the night, even when he is obviously sleepy. And its equally difficult to wake him up. One afternoon, as I woke him up from his afternoon nap, he wanted to sleep more. After half an hour of cribbing and crying he finally started to talk coherently.
Sid: Mujhe itni neend aa rahi hai ki main sota hi rahoo, uthoon hi nahin.
Me: Kitni der tak so-oge?
Sid: 100,1000 hours tak sota rahoonga ...
Me: Aur jab bhookh lagegi?
Sid: (thinks for a second) Uthoonga, khana khaoonga aur phir so jaoonga
Me: Aur jab khelne ka time hoga?
Sid: Khel kar aa kar phir so jaoonga
Me: Jab homework ka time hoga?
Sid: Tab sota hi rahoonga!!

***

Sid has collected some money in his wallet, given by us on weekend (as kind of pocket money), but he has not yet had occasion to spend it. One evening we planned to go for some ice-cream, and he insisted that he wanted to pay for it. For a while we humored him, but finally told him that we will pay now as he is young; when he grows older and earns, he can pay for the ice-cream.
Pat came the reply - "Par tab tak to aap buddhe ho jaoge!!"

Further, assuming that we did not get it, he clarified, "Tab tak aapke sare teeth toot jayenge to aap ice-cream kaise khaoge?!"

***

Sid saw our wedding pic, with both of us in the standard paraphernalia. The only thing he apparently found noteworthy was N's elaborate headgear and shiny garlands that punjabi grooms wear, and exclaimed - "Papa you are looking like a sheep. Baa baa white sheep!!"


Monday, May 06, 2013

If You Are Afraid of Heights


If You Are Afraid of Heights - Raj Kamal Jha

I was enticed into buying this book by the image of the lonely girl in a red frock on the cover, and the description on the back that promised "a glimpse into a looking-glass world where nothing is quite what it seems and yet everything is strangely familiar". I did not expect it to be a regular fiction - the story-telling kind, but more of a set of impressions and interpretations, and exploration of the thoughts, dreams and feelings of the girl on the cover. I would say my expectations were partially fulfilled.

It is a beautifully written book, with a vivid imagery and almost lyrical prose. It comprises of three distinct stories, with repeating images and motifs - each of these stories perhaps represent the viewpoint of a different character. It blurs the lines between memories, dreams, imagination, reality and fantasy, and the reader needs to draw his/her own inference on the meaning of the events, and the inter-connections of the characters. The portrayal of (what I believe to be) an alter-ego - Rima to Amir, and Alam to Mala - was quite a novel concept. Also interesting was the portrayal of observer/narrator flying through and above the city on the back of a crow.

However, with all the beauty, I was rather disappointed - I do not know of anyone else who has read it, but I was not able to extract the theme, and interpret how the stories connect together in the conclusion. It is what can be described as a very "literary" book. It could have been a very good book, if all the narratives could have been brought to a proper closure. But, with all the loose hanging threads, it feels kind of incomplete, and therefore, after finishing the book, that particular satisfaction is missing.

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Nine Lives

Nine Lives - William Dalrymple

'Nine Lives' is the first book by Dalrymple that I have read. I had never been motivated to pick his works before, as they were mostly historic works, which I am not very fond of. I also think I was just a little biased against the author, despite (or perhaps due to) all the acclaim.

This book chronicles the stories of nine lesser known religious and spiritual faiths - most of which we would perhaps never ever come across. While some of these may be familiar depending on which region we have lived in, it is unlikely for many of us to have an insight to the depths that Dalrymple has explored. These beliefs are as diverse as the cultural heritage can be in India, and perhaps nowhere else in the world. These are stories covering a range of practices from the austerity of Jainism to extremism of Tantra; covering the length and breadth of the country from Dharamsala to Tamilnadu, from Rajasthan to Bengal.

I also loved the way Dalrymple has told these stories. Stories and experiences are related in the words of a follower of each belief or practice, a person who truly believes in his or her chosen path as the purpose of his/her live, as the way to attain enlightenment and to be one with God. Interspersed with these stories are the descriptions of the landscapes, beautifully written - almost painted in the words by the author. As are some history and facts behind and around these practices.

While he might have drawn some inferences on the history of some of these traditions, he has very subtly refrained from putting forth his own impressions on the practices or how they impacted himself emotionally or spiritually. He is curious and sensitive, and has presented the stories with wonderful compassion. He thus informs and impresses the readers, and enables them to learn and open their minds and hearts, leaving them free of any prejudices initiated by his own views.

The stories are poignant, fascinating and enriching, though tinged with an underlying sadness. They just do not open your eyes and mind to the diverse ways people can express and practice their faith, but also warm the heart to know of real, simple people whose devotion and dedication remain unwavering in the face of suffering and rejection. And they do it all without the least of pride, with humility and total submission.

Sadly, many of these rich traditions are in the imminent danger of being lost - facing threats from religious extremists on one hand, and on the other, from the changes that we call as "development". The compassionate Sufi tradition that bridges the gap between Islam and Hinduism and celebrates God as joy is targeted by Wahhabi extremists, Tantra has always been feared and looked down upon by orthodox/traditional Hindus, while the oral traditions - which have carried epic poems comprising of thousands of lines through centuries are endangered by literacy!

I'll have to admit that for a suspense thriller fan like me, it was a slow read, really so - I only could read it on half hour commute to and from my office. But, it is, without any doubt, beautifully written, and something to be savored at a slow pace.

Painting in some different media ...

Little Krishna - one of Sid's favorite cartoon characters 

Terracotta Ganeshji - painted over with metallic acrylic colors