Andaaze Bayaan....

Subaha ke osh ne jab suraj ke kirno ko khud main sameta
to boond boond aapke aankhon ki chamak ban gayi

aaise hi kohre ki chadar odhe jab aap ne kadam rakha
to baago ki har kali har fool aapke zism ki mehak ban gayi

aapki maujudgi ka jadu in fizaon ko badal deti hai
aapki maujudgi ka khayal vi kuch aaisa hi asar deti hai

armaano ke is anjumann main aapko saja lene ki hasrat hoti hai
dil ko kavi ishq kavi muhobbahoti to kavi shararat ki chahat hoti hai

bekhayali ke is aalam me aap khayal ban kar chaa jate hain
aise khayalon me hi aapse milne ki kasak jawaan hoti hai.

Randon Thoughts.....

I may call it transition in my outlook. Things are changing everyday and some are getting good and a few are getting very good. Contrarily many things are getting bad, worse worst. Life is going like a long train journey, one we have with Great Indian Railways (Truly Great).You wait for another railway station rather than a milestones. I may be at the mid of my journey or may be I have finished only a quarter. Well may be I am about to conclude it…only God know that. But all those thoughts become irrelevant, once you start looking outside the window. You find greenery well amalgamated with different good and bad colors of life. Wait a minute! Am I making sense …may be …..may not be. Who cares. At least not I.

The other day while flipping the newsprints, I got some shocks…not shockwaves anyways.The separatism, regionalism, murder, rape …blah blah. Today It was finance which caught my eyes. Finance, I never understood them, or I never understood the financers of our country. With in a short period of 1 year things are getting ugly. There is something seriously wrong with me or the media…can’t write much on that, have to study economics to figure out. An array of thoughts starts doing ping pong and its is really difficult to get a nap without holding them.These things sometimes drives me crazy and some times numb. I am not comfortable either ways. It always ends up with kicking me down to ashes. I don’t know if I can be phoenix but I have to fly again…err…to much of over ambitions with greek mythocurry. Hate it to recite or to speak out but can’t help it all the time.

World is not static, it is rotating and to make me amused enough it is revolving also. They say we get a free trip around the sun. Around the Sun? Why not “towards the Sun” instead. May be sun is too expensive to go….no the reason is, it is hot…..( Not like those Hollywood Babes) …it is real hot….red hot. Interesting, something giving out light and life is not cool at all. It is burning in itself. Something which strikes the chord is that, sun while giving out light and life is not cool enough to get near to. Is it sad? Not necessary. What if the sun will be cool. May be visiting over there for a summer vacation. Ishhh…again another idiotic thought…this is how my life goes on…one foolishness followed by another and whole bundle of crazy things to be done before it is too late to realize the mistake. And then starts the lessons and passion to improve. It goes useless…well not every time. I get improved day by day. At least by mistakes if not by lessons.

You click your mouse button and the whole world get pasted on to your retina walls. Not necessarily, you need to get some other organ to accommodate them. It is called heart. Well most of youngsters like us happens to give to some good looking girl and sometimes to many of them to share and play with it. Oh my god once again the bizarre ideas are ruining my time….but some wise men say this is how some great discoveries were made, I mean by thinking bizzare…mind it only some of them were made not all of them. Our mind craves for something called perfect and there is nothing called perfect. Same thing is with heart. It strives for something called peace. But no one knows if it exist…peace or so called peace, it exist only in the high level diplomatic talks of bureaucrats’. Philosophical…or .ah…I don’t want to give that crap. But my fingers don’t obey me and they keep pressing some stupid keys.

School children amuse me the most. They fear their teacher more then a devil. For them Dracula is just a character not a reality …and if a few of them believe in it, they make a difference. Homework is something gives them a nausea not the probable nuclear world war. Our mind react in the same manner everytime, though with the different situation at different stages of age. The agony and panic makes the same effect. Am I speaking something like Rocket Science? And what is the fuss about this rocket science. Why people everywhere gives an example of it when they have to mention something complicated technological scientific and etc etc ……I find it a bundle of mechanics some Gentlemen called Newton told us long back. Enough of all these crap. It is time to have a coffee break.

Adieu

Andaaze Bayaan....( Aap)

Unki Nigaaho ke aaiene main jab dekha khudko
Zazbaat dil ke hoto se chalak gaye
Unki Zulfo ki chaaon main kuch aaise kho se gaye hum
Na fikr khud ki rahi na khabar zamaane ki
Har aahat par ab ye lagta hai is muhobbat main
Kyon nahi dete wo khabar aapne aane ki


Ye muhobbatn ka hai hai kasoor
Ya unki aankhon ki sararat
Unko paane ki chaahat main Hum Kar sakte hai is Dunia se khilafat
Magar parwaah to karte hai is hum bas is baat ki
Bayaan kare to kare kaise hum unse hum haalat apne zazbaat ki.


Wo bhi ek zamaana tha Jab hum aashiq hua karte the
Dil main lakho zazbaat liye unke aankhon se piya karte the
Aaj unke gam se ruswa hum Shaayar se ho gaye hai
Maikhaane main jaam aur tanhaayi main aanshu piya karte hai


Ab Ye Muhobbat to Is Umar ka Kasoor hai
Kam ho ya Jaada ,Ye sabko hoti Zaroor hai
Koi laakh chupaaye dunia se magar
Dil main ek kasak hoti Zaroor hai


Aapki aankhon ki hai inayaat jo dil aaj khusnaseeb hua jaata hai
Warna kaha hai ye baat is zaalim zamaane main jo koi kisi ko itna samagh paata hai
Kuch aur bhi bayaan karti hai aapki aakhein jise sirf hum dekh paate hai Mehsoos to karte hai magar aapko bata nahi paate hai.

Just Like That....

Some times I sit and try to imagine about world after my death. Will this earth be going around the same way it goes now. If there will be an infinite chain of days and nights. If the monsoon will pour during december and summer poping up in september. How our children will be doing it all. Will this world be more beautiful than it is now. May be or may not be. But one thing is for sure. I will be not there to help them out. This is how this world is going on. There is hand holding up to a certain time and then we all are set free to follow the way we have chosen for ourselves. The analogy lies with the support we provide to the beams or columns casted fresh and then it is removed. Anyways the cycle lies with we being supported followed by being supporting. If this is the go of life then what is the go of death?. What about the existance and what about so called emotions and feelings we carry with in ourselves. It may be perfectly fine that once our body is disposed we are gone out of world physically, but where does our thoughts and imaginations go. Do we really exist even if we dump our physical body. Religion and philosophy may be able to answer it. But how can we be sure or convinced. If i can see this world the same way other see. If yellow colour looks red to other but he too say that visible red to him yellow. If it is dark in day for some and bright at night and we still call that dark, bright from our eyes. Sorry people you may get mad about these thoughts of my but it bugs me every time. When i see some slum children across my office bus window and suddenly a merc passes by. How things can be so much diversed on the same plane ?. How can one born poor and another rich.. Things like this press out some feeling out of my trivial mind and then i get puzzled with the shower of questions. I don't know wether I am making sense out of my writing but i am writting just because if felt like writing.

Andaaze Bayaan ..(Irada)

Subaha ko jab Falak ke us paar dekha to khubsoorati aapka khayal ban kar dil main uter gayi
Shaam ki tanhaayion main bhi aapki yaad Chaand ki roushani main badal gayi
Ab to har aahat par aapke kadmo ka ehsaas hota hai
Zindagi ke har more par aapka saath paane ka dilaas hota hai
Rehna hai muskil aapke bina is dunia main akele ilm hai hame is ehsaas ka
Tabhi to is zaalim zamane se aapko haasil kar lene ka Ab har lamha iraada kuch khaas hota hai ….

A Little Flower...

The morninng mist kissed her and blessed her with grace. The golden sunrays reflectd the best of her colors . As the day progressed cool breeze caressed her and made her feel great . She was happy and the next moment she realized something and started sobbing.
A butterfly was flying near by and came after it heared her weeping.

Butterfly: Hey little creature! why are you crying my dear ?

Little Flower: I am sad because I have just realized that I will have to leave this beautiful world in a day or two.

Butterfly: Oh I see. But my dear you will be here only.

Little Flower: (Amazingly) How will I be here only?

Butterfly: Can you see those buds( It points to the flower buds), you will be here in this world in those buds

Little Flower: But how I is it possible?
Butterfly: We all will be here by our offsprings

Little Flower: Ok ok now I am getting it.

Butterfly: Yes our offsprings will carry our genes and we will be here forever

Little Flower: Thank you very much you kind butterfly. Now I feel happy again
and the Little Flower lived happily ever after

Children Of Good Time

Concentration of wealth among few people is not a national achievement. Our economy is going thorough major reforms and now, when the world economic orders dwindles with every US impacts we have to look forward for making ourselves self reliant. We the Children of good times have to think about our coming generation. We can take the case of Indian Railways, the recent flying colors of the huge organization depicts an independent system which has nothing to do with outside world. In this world of globalization where one economy influences the other, we have to have a shock absorber kind of arrangement. Agriculture, Construction and Manufacturing should be reformed in such a manner so that we should get them as pillars for supporting our economy. Of course service sectors matters a lot but we cannot bypass production by making an excuse about huge capital investments. If we are complacent with the income we are making from our service sector we must be smart enough to invest that income in strengthening the basics of any economy i.e Production and Manufaturing.We need to introspect and rethink about the ideas which our father of our Nation Mahatma Gandhi gave. We need to fuel the traditional occupations and harness the specialty of small scale industries. Modernization is important for advancement, but if we want to filter the fruits of our growing economy to every section of the society we need to work hard on the issue.Our great leaders concieved the concept of Public sector units and named it Temple of Modern India. That was a legendry step in designing our economy but we shouldnot forget the fact that " Labour must be related to a delicate balance of productivity and Time" . India, which is a puzzle for outer world, harness its ethnic diversity with great grace. We are surrounded by those neighbors who are engaged in the settlement of their internal orders. And being in the same geography we have been able to retain the unity in diversity. This is a great achievement. Barring few incidences which happened in recent past in Maharashtra and northeast, we have had existed peacefully post independence. Not only that we have harnessed a respect for our diverse ethnic culture. For a country to progress, peace is most important. I am convinced for the fact that we have been able to achieve peace despite several separatist attempts. I heartily thank our leaders who have worked hard to to retain the unity of this nation.
Being in IT, where every move depends on US Economic order, current recession gave us an opportunity to think on the issue. The real challenge on the legends of this industry lies in identifying the potential markets under the lights of future socio-economic orders. If we are able to for see our future, only then we can make a Difference .

Mutthi Bhar Aasmaan..

The setting sun could make one feel many things. When ever I visited the Devi temple over the hill, I could see it slipping down. Immediately after the sun was gone the pink and purple horizon used to get filled with dark and shadowy creatures flying silently towards it. I also wanted to follow the Sun. I wondered if there is a world beyond the orange curtain. I realized that I need to fly to see the world of my aspirations. My thirst for flying used to get amplified whenever I saw and the sky full of colorful kites flying bright and high. I flapped my hands but I couldn’t. I tried it by jumping off from the machaan (elevated platform) but ended up in broken bones. For the next couple of weeks I had to struggle a lot to scratch my itching but plastered leg. I was a helpless fellow lying on a coat. But still I could see those kites flying high and high. Broken legs were unable to restrict my imaginations and I once again I started knitting my dream to fly beyond the horizon. During those moments, I never knew how and, I never bothered to figure out why or why not. Only thing bugged me was desperation for flying, flying and only flying. I was shun to the technologies uptill I saw a helicopter (as they called it) flying in the village sky. I never knew from where that came. I watched it till it got dissolved in the blue sky . Time has got wings so it flew away.
I passed my school and got into a college. My favorite Professor in the college told me about the Indian Air Force, the institution to satisfy my dreams. I qualified for NDA entrance and got through PABT (Pilot Aptitude Battery Test). Knitting a dream and realizing it are two different things. As soon as I joined the academy, I got some of the biggest knocks. There was no one to wake me up in the morning. I used to miss the soft phulkas (chapathi) and pickle which amma used to fed me with. Guys in the academy were rough and tough and they wanted me to be one like them. Fostering my dream became a challenge for me. Initially I thoughts to quit, but a flash of orange horizon and multicolored kites yelled at me. I tried hard and finally, I won the battle called Training. The Academy was over in 3 year and I learnt a lot of things in NDA Pune.
I was sent to AFA in Hyderabad for my flying training. It was the most awaited time for me. I was standing near a fighter aircraft. The moment I saw it I felt the same way a desperate lover feels, when he sees his beloved after a long time. That was an incredible experience to see and to touch the machines of my dreams. The very next morning my training started and I was taken for a demonstration flight. For the first time in my life I was sitting inside the cockpit of an aircraft. I can not describe what I felt when the machine took off. The joy inside me started taking wings and now I could see the horizon and wanted to peep deep into it. I asked it to my instructor. He said one day you will to it yourself son. I never expected that handling control panel would be so much difficult. It was a crisscross of infinite wires going from everywhere to everywhere. I was taken aback when I saw a great number of meters and instruments showing all the possible color combination. I started feeling blue, green and gray when I got to know about altimeter, artificial horizon. The only friend I found at that moment was an autopilot. I was nervous and to be frank I was afraid. But I was unable to help it.The plane was already sailing at height of 10000 feet above the ground. I felt like vomiting and then I don’t know what happened. They said that I fainted.
Next morning I was in a military hospital. I could hear the murmuring of doctors and their technical jargons like 2G 3G etc. I remember those horrifying heights. My dream became a nightmare. I felt like crying at that very moment. My instructor Captain Shekhar Ahluwalia was a jolly man and he boosted me up. He asked me to give it another try. After a couple of day, I was there with him on the same machine, but this time I was nervous like hell. Once again all the colors of the blue and green sky faded into dull black. My body was not able to take the stress and once again I landed in the same hospital.
The issue was serious as per Air Force administrations and they started holding meeting to discuss about terminating my flying training. They wanted to transfer me into ground duty branch. The very anticipation panicked me in the worst possible way. The only cozy hand I could find was of my instructor Captain Shekhar .He was the man to answer the review comittee about my fitness and ability to join the prestigious flying wing of IAF. He tried to convince them. It is easy to convince someone when you are confident. But in my case Captain Shekhar was not sure, weather I will be able to take the stress when I will be flying for the last chance. After attending the meeting he came to me. He sat beside me and then we had some usual chat. Meanwhile the doctor came. Captain Shekhar and the doctor went outside. When they came back captain was having lines of doubts and hopelessness on his forehead. I was asking about everything but he was calm and quite. He came to me and caressed my head and hair with his hand. He said bye and went away.
I was discharged from the hospital after one week. And when I went to my room my fellow trainees came to see me. They told me about their training. Each one was happy . Of course, being into the flying wing of IAF is a dream and they fetched it anyway. These guys are great in everything. They somehow got the smell of IAF administrations meetings regarding my fate. There were lot of confusion among them and they showered all the distorted secrets on me. Whole night I couldnot sleep . Every time I tried I saw the orange horizon fading into black and black birds changing into the monters and started bugging me. Next time I saw those flying kites getting ripped off and floating down. It was horrible. I got up and went to the mirror. When I saw in it, the dozy focus on my face tempted me to look thorough my eyelid and thus spoke the very known face to me.The reflections were disobedient to their own laws perhaps they did so to persuade me to follow the rules.I was still in the confusion and preferred to not to lend an ear to them. Rather I tried to splash my face with realty and it immediately dried down to the belly of earth. The face became aggressive ,and louder the voice .I tried to escape but I couldn’t .The monster was getting imprinted deep down to my subconscious screen and making an impressions on the unconscious .My heart, though broken was pounding and I was drenched with blood and sweat. They kept pronouncing the nervousness & insecurities inside me .The hottest of the summer tempted to chill me with the breeze icy enough to shiver me and it made me feel the darkest trivia madness all around .I ran I shouted I cried and yelled but of no use. I was captured with none to save me. I was being punished, tortured and I was helpless prisoner of my own fate. Life at a sudden became shun to all the cheers and my stuffed wallet couldn’t lent me the worldly charms .The most exotic drink was unable to take me off my feet, the most gorgeous woman could not flatter me….and the erotic sequences were dry and sarcastic as the Sahara . None of the comforts prevailed and no more dewdrops or the mysterious fog was there to moisten the deep desires of an innocent child inside me. The extreme of the elevation was not majestic enough to feel the world in my arms. As hard I tried to widen my wing .so hard I felt being buried deep down the earth and the whole load of this cruel world consolidating the scare in me and it puffed my heart tuff over the yell of my death. I was the only one for that mute cry over my own corpse. The burden of my sin was too heavy to carry into a coffin and I fainted again and again. I was bound to do that to my grave and the tiredness gave me the ugliest nap of the agony while I was digging a grave for myself.
I got stunned suddenly by a phone call. I lit up the lamp and found it was already 5:30 am in the morning. The man on another side of the phone was Captain Shekhar. He told me in a very polite manner if I could come to see him outside the academy by 6:00. I rushed towards him to find him in his car. He drove me to a hill near by Begumpet. On the top of it we could see the mist engulfing the city on one side and the academy crowded with flying machines. Silence of the place was disturbed by the voice of a young bird. It was accompanied with its mother. Actually it was learning to fly. Every time the baby bird tried, it failed to elevate and fell. The mother bird was always with it. It got injured but the mother bird did not care. Only after 20-30 tries the baby bird could get some height. It was tired and hungry. The bird was begging for some rest and food. But the law of the nature made its own mother the cruelest one for it. She took it to a height and dropped it from there. I saw how the baby bird somehow managed to land safely. For him it was the matter of life and death. And finally the mother bird pushed it into the depth of the valley. For my amusement the baby bird started flying and it straight away flapped its wings towards the horizon. The message was clear. Captain Shekhar wanted to show me the power of perseverance. We didn’t had any conversation while driving back.
When I came back. I found a notice. It was written “The Committee has decided to give last and final chance to Cadet “My Name” to prove his competency in flying course. His performance will decide his eligibility to remain in the flying branch. The training sorties will take off sharp at 6:00 tomorrow morning”. Next morning I was fresh but furious .With shaking hands I put on my flyinigsuit and gears. I tied my shoes and felt the grip of confidence. I tightened my belt and felt like a warrior. I promised to myself in front the same mirror which frightened me one night before. It was bright but the sun was not out yet. We took off and everything went on smoothly. I was happy, so I was able to perform all the requisite tasks majestically. Finally I passed the test when I pulled the throttle with shaking confidence .Now it was the time to celebrate. The sun was rising and I saw it climbing up high on the horizon. It was the same sun which used to set on Devi Temple Hill. But this time it was rising up instead of setting down. Suddenly I realized that this is my world which I used to wondered beyond horizon. When the sun sets in one horizon it rises in another one just opposite to it. I was in the world of my dreams and elated to see it as reality. I was happy and delighted. I extended my hand to grab My Handful of Sky