Mirror

​Hey, Mirror 

You have been meditating in Slyvia Plath’s hall,

Now you hang up here at my bathroom wall.

Only you know that I cry,

Others just feel that my heart is so dry.

Its the first time I will have a shave,

Ahead of this I have a journey to pave.

Loyalty is both your asset and liability,

But you will never undermine my ability.

You will swallow my every emotion

That of a little boy who imitates his father,

Or of an old man whose son should take care of him rather.

Fasal meri nahi lehrayi

Context- In the so called 100 successful days of Modi Government there are more than 4600 farmer suicides and more than 50000 suicide attempts. There are hundreds and thousands of men and women migrating to urban areas looking for jobs which are not there. This in turn increases unemployment Hope the government wakes up early. – P.Sainath

Pata hai, iss bar phir baarish nahi aayi,

Fasal meri nahi lehrayi.

Lala ka karza aur badh gaya,

Kyunki meri fasal ka har ek daana sadh gaya.

Jhagad ke apni beti se,

Maine uski bakri ko bech diya,

Aur bade sheher jaane ka bandobast kiya.

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Par sheher toh lala se bhi pechida tha,

Yahaan koi nahi seedha tha.

Main roz foothpath par sota tha,

Apno ke liye rota tha.

Kaam toh idhar bhi nahi mila,

Tehsil ho ya zilla.

Ab khudkushi hi ek chaara tha,

Gaon aur Sheher ke Jhamelon main bechara tha

Par yeh samjh nahi aa raha tha sheher main marein ya gaon main,

Sheher main toh neta meri laash ko bhi bechenge,

Abhineta logon ko parllel cinema parosenge.

Kyun na parivaar ko saath lekar marein

Ab aur kya karein.

Excerpt of Tryst With Black Money

Not long time, we made a tryst with black money, and now time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure but very partially. (Kyunki 90% toh gold, shares aur property main phele hi converted hai)

And now at the stroke of midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to stand in ATM lines, only to find out later, that there is no cash left in the machine.

A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out to buy just a loaf of bread with only a single note Rs. 2000 in our pocket.

It is fitting that at this solemn moment, we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her government (tum kitne bade bhakt ho?) and totally disregard the suffering of our own children.

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Real Speech (Tryst With Destiny by Jawaharlal Nehru)

Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now that time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. 

At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.

 A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.

It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity with some pride.

Shower Thoughts #1

Consider your life is a novel, and you have no other choice but to be the protagonist of it. There will be subplots, plot twists, you will struggle, you will win but you shall not go down to the climax, looking back thinking, “That’s a pretty boring one”.

Make your novel, a page turner. Make everyday of your life beautiful (as cliche as it sounds). And remember only you have the power to do it.

Ek Katra Hai Khoon Ka

Ek katra hai khoon ka,
Jo yeh shikayat karta hai,
Tum galat kar rahe ho.

Ek katra hai khoon ka,
Jo mujhse shikayat karta hai,
Tum raah bhatak gaye ho.

Ek katra hai khoon ka,
Jo aksar yeh shikayat karta hai,
Tum jaankar bhi anjaan ban rahe ho.

Ek katra hai khoon ka,
Jo bas shikayat karta hai,
Tum kitni aasaani se gumraah hote ho.

Hum toh desh ke dushman se ladne waale the,
Hum toh kranti laane waale the,
Inn chakaron main kyun pad gaye,
Humwatan ka hi lahoo bahaane tum lag gaye.

Where the mind is full of fear

Where mind is full of fear and knowledge is just a hoax,

Where the country breaks into fragments just by Facebook posts,

Where words come out from stacks of money,

Where clear stream of reason is found in an actresses’ cleavage,

Where even editorial spaces are put on sale,

Where journalism and public relations have become synonymous,

Where Fourth Estate has become more viable business than Real Estate,

Into that Inferno of propaganda, Save my country from burning herself.

Here is a lecture by P.Sainath you have to watch-

 

ज़िंदगी दोगली होती है।

ज़िंदगी बहुत दोगली होती है,
अकेलेपन में घबराती है,
महफ़िल में इतराती है,
तो कभी महफ़िल मैं डर जाती है,
और अकेलेपन में सुकून पाती है,
ज़िंदगी बहुत दोगली होती है।

ज़िंदगी बहुत दोगली होती है,
कभी किसी का साथ चाहती है,
तो कभी एक पल में ही उसी को खुद से फरार चाहती है,
अजनबी को देखकर इसे दया आती है,
तो कभी अपनों को देखकर भी तरस नहीं खाती है,
ज़िंदगी बहुत दोगली होती है।