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giving a practical view on myself... m a human being with usual dreams of shining in life, getting married to my "dream girl" and live happily ever after ..... and for a true identity I’m a person who is always in a conflict with this materialistic world..... in time of sorrows my ailment is songs of Rabindranath... the rest of the time i spend with my books , music and o’course my camera ... when i cry in pain. drops of tears roll down my face...and i maintain a dead silence.....and when i laugh, I maintain an applauding sound.... unlike sukanto i never saw the moon as a baked bread.....but it seems to be very lonely out there....and i find a fellow mate to whom I can say “so how was ur night” people tells me I’m an introvert..... i tell myself i feel it useless to share my thoughts with this practical world.... i write sentences. virtually of no meanings.. i like to hangout with my friends. the regular addas,, parties with cakes and ales are also what i cherish a lot in my life. but when i return home., completing that day’s journey through the road named life.. I return to my own world.. Whom I name it as the “world of desertion”

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Our life .. sweet and sour


Should I believe in God ? This question has always haunted me. God is a supreme power. Omniscient, omnipotent. The Tsunami that destroyed Japan, the hurricane Katrina, the previous tsunamis all were “God’s will” and “nature’s rule”. “karma” says some.
Let’s come all the way from this macrocosm to microcosm. Our regular life. Each one of us expects “justice” but in turn do so many injustices to others. There’s an invisible battle going on throughout. We become a part of this battle since the first time we take our first step outside our house, away from the care of our parents into this harsh world.
We all have been through lots of hardships, struggles, humiliations, betrayals, in our life, and the most interesting fact about us all is we all think that “no one will ever know and can understand what I’ve been through”. Of course it’s true that different people have different kind of experiences in their respective lives. Some have endured a lot of pain while others, may be a little less. But we should know that a person thinks his/her pains that he/she has been through are the deepest unless that person experiences something even more cruel.

What we all can do to reach our dreams? Strive, battle, stay awake night after night,
It depends how desperate you are and how important is the goal.
As some gangster would say – “ dream ? ura denge do char ko” ..
Student -  “Study all night long, and phir bhi nehi hua to cheats ;) “
Service man – “ overtime”
House wife – “ Mai ke chali jaungi phir dekhenge kaese sab karta hain akele akele”
Player/singer/artists  – “practice and practice”

So we see everyone has their own ways. But sometimes when dreams becomes obsessions
Things starts going so wrong. We lie, kill (not from a gangsters' point of view), bluff, cheat (not from a student’s point of view), hurt feelings, act, deceive and finally when we reach our target, our “hands” are all so bloody, soul, all so wet with guilt. And the “white” dreams all have turned black.

We avenge our pains sadistically hurting others, innocent people (and our excuse goes like - "kabhie to isne kisiko dhoka diya hoga.. mujhe nehi to kya .. kisiko to.. kabhie to .. all human beings are the same [and you too are a part of it my dear] ) . We quench our emptiness with lust. We achieve peace with war.  We learn that the rules of survival resides in “being selfish”, “being self centered”, we bluff to impress people. We fake our abilities, talents, which we don’t actually possess to satisfy our “desires”.  In the end …. We do get what we want, and throw it away with a bitter concluding note just the opposite of the way it began.
For example a girl dreams of having a sweet family ( hum do humarein do), A small house, a caring husband, who goes to work every day at 8 a:m and comes home at 6 with chocolates for the kids and a his sweet wife. And the person she loves and thinks perfect for her dream, is actually planning to start his carrier overseas where he won’t be able to take his wife along with him. On the other way, a guy fancies a life where he’ll get married to a girl, and everything else goes the same as the previous case, just that this guy doesn’t want his wife to work. Now the girl who loves this  guy (and of course the other way round) hides her passion for achieving an identity and her ambitions from this guy unless the day she's sure enough that he'll compromise with his dream - shattered right in front of his eyes. Compromises are always necessary for a perfect relation but we should not take anyone as granted after exploring their weaknesses, after the person reveals his/her helplessness -  that he/she will sacrifice anything in his/her life for the person he/she loves as without that person, their life is nothing.   
But bingo! That’s what we prey for. Weaknesses! Without giving importance to other’s dreams and wishes. We just start finding excuses whether that person deserves his/her dreams to come true or they are simply wrong with their “meaningless/baseless” choices of dreams. And we go on judging unless it satisfies and hides our own guiltiness. For example the previous guy will tell her girlfriend – “C’MON don’t be silly itni acchi job ka mauka phir kab ayega. I’ll mail you. Don’t be so childish (kiu ji? Yehi childish nature pe to ap pehle fida the !! )
and the ambitious girl should say – “ oh! You are nothing but a male chauvinist P*g, with a typical middle class mentality” (kiu you surely liked this simplicity that he had unlike all the other “ex” boyfriends in your life).
HARSH BUT TRUE !
We judge other’s dreams, wishes, to reach our own. We kill their childhood fantasies for our own motives. We are human beings we are our own enemies, we are our own Gods. Our beliefs, our own ways to view things, our own actions to judge life are the karmas. And the tsunami, its just a natural event whom we can fight back if we all join hands together against it.
That’s why whenever I find a cockroach drowning in a bucket full of water, I save it’s life taking it out of there. Then I Count 5 to provide it with time to get ready and when it finally starts running, I start chasing it holding my chappal firmly. “Justice! “ ;)


Friday, March 11, 2011

And I don't Repent || Laaga Chunari mein daag




I don’t repent
I’m proud of my scars, daily perspiration
Every evening, hunger penetrates me
My hands, breasts, shoulders turn wet.
I will not repent
The bed of roses always had their thorns
thousand Inflammations, like kisses…
I’ve danced naked into the night
I’ve cried over my piers, each time I burned.
Unheard..
I’ve jested over my path of vengeance
I’m a mother, I’m a life …
I’m the reflection that is envisioned over my child
With the scars.
I … don’t want to repent, I care no more.
I’ve relaxed over my satisfaction,
I’ve learned to quench my thirst.
And when
Every evening, hunger penetrates me
I think of the night, the sunny fields, the starry sky
That once was mine… that I deserved and I don’t repent.


- by wreetojyoti

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Laaga Chunari Mein Daag




Manvaa Mein Mere Aandhi Hai Uthi, Aur Stabdh Khadi Hoon Main
Saanson Mein Baandh Apni Hi Saans, Nishabd Khadi Hoon Main
Duniyaa Se Jeeti Jeeti, Khud Se Haari Bas Dhvast Khadi Hoon Main
Aaina Main Aur Aks Main, Mad Mast Khadi Hoon Main

Jham Jham Jham Jham Jhamjawaat
Antar Mein Gunje Diwas Raat
Ek Shunya Shunya Kapti Vishal
Maya Ki madhyam mantrajaal 

Mann ki dasha Se Ladti Main Bhidhi
Vishwast Khadi Hoon Main
Meri Laaj Main Hoon, Chunar Bhi Main Hoon
Chunar Pe Daag Bhi Main

Main Dhvast Dhvast, Main Nasht Pasht
Main Saral Wirral, Main Ati Vishishta
Main Shyam Shwet, Badal Mein Ret
Nirajhar Si Jhari Hoon Main
Andhiyari Raat, Deepak Main Baati
Swapnil Si pari Hoon Main
Kanchan Ki Kaaya, Apna Hi Saaya
Bas Khud Se Dari Hoon Main
Lakdi Mein Geeti, Thodi Seeli Seeli
Tham Tham Ke Jalli Hoon Main
Main Maaya Maaya, Main Chaaya Chaaya
Aatma Aur Kaaya Main
Nistabdh Khadi Hoon Main
Nishabdh Khadi Hoon Main
Vidhvast Khadi Hoon Main

Sarvatra Khadi Hoon Main ...


 -by Swanand Kirkire

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