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Just in: Honorable BSP MP says women and children don’t need mobile phones. The mobile phones are distracting women.
I didn't know that mobiles can also anticipate whether its owner is a man/woman/children that it would distract only the latter two and would help former become a saint. I am sure, in that a case; even mobile is an  invention of chauvinistic india. (Purposely used i and not I, it does make a difference).

Then comes: Rapes are happening because men and women these days interact more freely, says WB CM Mamata Banerjee
Must inform your guardian Ms. Banerjee, for our very PM, a silent spectator but male, gets frightened when you interact with him.

Ultimate: Haryana khap blames consumption of chowmein for rapes
Ahhhh..! What a marvelous discovery. Sir John B. Gurdon and Shinya Yamanaka must step down as Nobel Prize winners in Physiology and Medicine for our well deserving Haranaya khaps and their chutzpah .!! But before that, what’s up with Chinese for whom chowmein is equivalent to our panipuris? 

And there were plethora of such news I went on laughing at.

A midst these nonsense headlines, I came across a very interesting article - the government is planning to get a bill passed for paying the housewives.  Impressed by the egalitarian move of the government, I went through the vignette and repartee of this bill. To admit, I had never thought that a housewife is as good as a manager of a corporate world. I wondered that this indeed would a wise step to give a tribute to those ladies to are the first to wake up in the morning and last to go to the bed and yet are considered sitting idly at home.

But then, while coming back to my home via metro, I overheard two gentlemen pondering over the same tragic above mentioned issues of the country. One of them claimed, “These girls are known since ages in messing up stuffs. Look here only, when that there is a reserved bogie for ladies, why do they need to board the general compartments? Men should also have their separate bogies.”

I was aghast. I wondered if this is the world we really are trying to build up? Train of thoughts started running in my mind. Just imagine, separate bogies in trains, buses  separate markets and institutions for girls and boys; imagine the company you are working in having two branches situated back to back – one for males, the other for females; and then the earth divided into two halves – east for the Venus and west for the Mars.

This is definitely not what we want. These reservations are to unite the human races, not to separate them. With a valid intention, it’s spreading a wrong message. All we want is respect, not complex; all we wish to be is partners, not subordinates.

Regalia is one thing, rapture another
Splendor is one thing, spirit another

Now imagine if this bill is passed, will it bring peace in the family? The bill will definitely make the sweat and toil of a homemaker legal, but would it make it legitimate? Our society is already losing its sentience.  Will they accept the status of nouveau riche women?

I doubt. Actually, I am more worried if this Act would be acceptable by our Indian women themselves? Will they really demand money from their sacrosanct husbands? And what about those rural women where the soul of India resides and where women work to run the family of an unfortunate unemployed husband? And how will the govt pay justice to those women who are struggling day in and day out and from pillar to post having lost their husbands in the battle of life? Happy that I was, now I am afraid it would be a faux pa.

A woman doesn't want all these. All she wants and deserves is that appreciation and love in return. A homemaker converts a house of bricks to a home. All she wants in return is a space of dignity in the home she considers her own. This bill might give her share in salary; but will it guarantee her share in the hearts? At worse, what if tomorrow they are considered as servants and not homemakers? It’s not the rights that make you human, it’s your duties.

But let us see this -

A life where there is love is often messy. Life without love is no doubt neater, but neatness is really only preferable in bathrooms and written reports. Singing alone is definitely easier and certainly less complicated than singing with someone else, but there is nothing quite damn satisfying as creating even one moment of real beauty echoing gracefully with another. Agreed, perhaps to find the beauty more often and to have these moments of echoing in superb alignment with each other and with the music that guides us, we need to let go off our ideas of what the song should seem like, and let the messiness of love guide us. Probably women are put on earth a little space that they might learn o bear the beams of love.

In a nutshell, change in a small thought of yours will change the lives of your better halves..!!

A mother cannot be repaid for the sacrifices she has done for her child nor can a wife be, and she is not doing for anyone but herself. All she wants is a tight hug, no paramount position but a sense of belonging  The same goes with a girl – we don’t need a separate bogie, all we need is a distinct dignity; that even we EXIST.

Is it that tough ?

Yeh Aur Baat Hai...

Tumhare bina hum adhure hain, yeh ehsaas humne na hone diya..
Dil ne kabhi tumhari aarzoo ki thi, aas ka diya bhi bujha diya...
Par ubhar jate hain aaj bhi dard, aansuon ke bahaane se,
Yeh Aur Baat Hai.....!!

Thokar khakar samhalne ki aadat ho gayee hai..
Aisa nahi hai ki jeena tumhare bina mushkil ho gayee hai...
Par tum hote toh shayad zindagi hi alag hoti,
Yeh Aur Baat Hai....!!

Shayad koshish hi na ki tumse door jaane kii..
Naa hi tamanna rakkhi kabhi tumhe paane kii...
Aaalam hai yeh ki do kadam ki doori meelon ki hai,
Yeh Aur Baat Hai....!!

If Only..!!

O you crystal moon,
so meek and calm.
You entice me away,
with your mysterious charm.

I, a mortal piece, here
see the chained creepers of lands.
Pardon me, but with soggy eyes..
I did envy you,
the tranquility, the bliss
you are bestowed with.!!

Yes I envied you,until,
this evening,
When
I realized a different You...

Seeing you all the time,
Now I do ponder
So repressed and solitary
such a lone treader.!!

Lo you shiny mass
sometime, to me, do descend
For I wanna hear you
Now you don't be reticent

A wrong tack that I was in,
I wish to know you more.
Unfolding your subtle half,
which, till now, you
have kept in store.!!

O thou,
Be kind and spend,
a brief sojourn.
I can't just wait,
till another morn.!!

Bleed-ed and alone
you bear the bane.
I want to share
a part of your pain.!!

If only,
You consider me that worth..



Some Significance

O mountain tide, so silver
Do fall upon me and punish !
Lo extending tide, too clear,
Do break upon me and rip
Me; for I, stolid piece, am
full of sad retrospection,
dead trepidation !!

O enlarging mass of crystal,
Do ebb upon me and baptize;
for I just wanna be free
of the ordeal; I just want
clanking chains of sins
tied to me, to shatter.

Please, ascending silver crystal,
do descend upon me and rupture
so that I shine,
the next time you stumble
on me- I twinkle, being
particle, and be a
part of you;
be of some significance...!!!

Zikra Kiya Hai...

Yeh zikr badi nazuk si hai,
Badlon mein chipte suraj ki hai |
Kuch aisi kashmakash hai, maano toh keh doon-
Woh dil par dastak bhi dete hain,
aur aahat milne ka intezaar bhi nahi karte ||

Yeh zikr nadi ke hath ki nahi,
Leher ki bebasi aur tadap ki hai |
Kuch aisa bandh gayee hoon main-
Woh jaan bhi jhidakte hain,
aur raah bhi nahi tak te ||

Yeh zikr taaron ke khudi-roshni ki nahi,
Sooraj ke badaulat chanda ki chandani ki hai |
Har wafa dikhayee de, yeh kaise kehoon-
Woh saath bhi nibhate hain,
aur nazar bhi nahi aate ||

Yeh zikr parwane ke jalan ki nahi,
Uss lau ki pighalti jyoti ki hai |
Itna sada dildar mila hai-
Woh ishq bhi karte hain,
aur bayan bhi nahi karte ||

Saanson ke saath Zindagi chahiye..

Kaun janta hai insaan kab tanha ho jaye,
Kab kaun kiska sabse apna ho jaye..
Hum toh yuhin sabke dard lete rahenge,
Kya pata yahi karz kuchchh kaam aa jaye ||

Kaun jane zindagi kiske gulaam ho jaye,
Rab hi jaane kab maut ka farmaan aa jaye..
Hum toh yuhin geet gate rahenge,
Kya pata yahi dhun kasika raag ban jaye ||

Haar woh jo jeet ki buniyaad ho,
Bol woh jismein logon ke jazbaat hon..
Jeena marna toh sansar ki sachchhai hai,
Par sansein woh jo duniya mein misaal ho ||

Zindadili wahan nahi hoti,
Jinke kitabon mein naam aaein..
Khaas toh woh jeevan bhi hote hain,
Jo apnon ke naam mit jaaein ||

Najaane kyun...

Najaane kyun,
Parr tum mujhe harr jagah dikhti ho...

Tum mujhe kabhi chand ki chandani mein dikhti ho,
toh kabhi suraj ki roshni mein.
Tum mujhe raat ki khamoshi mein milti ho,
toh kabhi din ke halchal mein..

Tum mere sangeet ki harr dhun mein basi ho,
toh kabhi, tum ej-ek shringar mein saji ho.
Tum meri kavita ki gehrai ho,
toh kabhi kisi pavitra shaadi ki shehnai ho..

Tum bansuri ki aawaz mein gungunati milti ho,
toh kabhi, nanhi si chidiya samaan chahakti milti ho.
Tum meri perchai tale aanchal mein khelti ho,
toh kabhi,meri palkon par baithi najaane kya sochti ho..

Duniya se door jab main kahin kho jaati hoon,
to tum mujhe pal pal yeh ehsaas dilati ho-
ki tum aur koi nahi, mera hi ek swatantra roop ho

Jo harr bandhan se mukt hai,
Jo ek paawan kiran hai..
Khilkhilati chandani hai,
Masti mein choor masoom nazneen hai..||