Friday, February 5, 2010

I am Sorry!

I am Sorry!
I have not been good to you,
For not being the better Son,
I am sorry!
I am a selfish again,



I am sorry!
I am not been the better Son,
I am sorry,
I am the selfish Son again,



I am sorry!
I know you deserve better,
I know you deserve happiness,
I am sorry!
To take away that happiness from you,
I am sorry!
For not being the better Son again,



I am sorry!
For all the sacrifice you did for me,
I am sorry!
For what I am,
I know I have not been the better Son again,



I am Sorry!
For the pain you are going through,
I am Sorry for being Selfish again,
I am sorry!
For what I am,
I know I could have been the better Son,
I know, I have screwed it once again,
I am sorry for being Selfish again,



I know how much love me,
I know how you care for me,
I am sorry for everything, once again
I am sorry for being Selfish again 


I really want to go to them and put my head down to them and say sorry, but I can't, I don't have the guts to say sorry. I am bit sacred, may be they will love me even more and that love scares me, I don't deserve it. I am scared, I might be selfish once again.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

तेरे होने क़ी वजह क्या है ?


तू कौन है ,
 तू है क्यों ?
तेरे होने क़ी वजह क्या है ?  

तू चिक्ख़ता  क्यों है ?
क्यों जकड़ा हुआ है तू ?
तेरे होने क़ी वजह क्या है ?

क्यों पागलो की
तरह बेचैन है तू ?
क्यों कभी खुद पे और
कभी दुसरो पे हँस क्यों रहा है तू ?
तेरे होने क़ी वजह क्या है ?

कभी नउम्मीद और
कभी उम्मीद की पोटली,
क्यों है तू ?
क्यों सोया नहीं तू ,
क्यों बेचैन करवटे बदलता है तू ?

किस खोज में है तू ,
जब माया को जानता है तू ?

क्यों भीड़ से अलग है तू,
पर भीड़ के साथ होने की
चाह रखता है तू ?
क्या रूह है तू मेरी ?
कभी सोचा है , आखिर
तेरे होने क़ी वजह क्या है ?


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Friday, January 29, 2010

Local Train at Delhi a complete no... / Pandit ji in Metro :)

More I am trying to do things right, trying for a better way, it's getting more complex and worse...

This is exactly what happened again, today... I went to okhala industrial estate in delhi. it's around 2 hour travel from my place and take around one and half hour in bus from Pragati maidan to the estate (traffic... my god where do people get so much money to buy cars ).When I decided to come back from the estate, I inquired for any possible alternate way to reach my place where I can avoid that honking traffic... To my surprise I found that there is near by railway station for local train. From there it will take 20 minutes to reach New Delhi station and I can catch the metro from there on to reach my place within one hour, otherwise it will take 2 hours ...and no more mad honking in the crawling traffic... I was delighted as I have enough experience in Kolkata to travel by Local trains and which is very convenient travel saves time as well... When I reach the Railway station at okhala it was 2:00 pm in my watch. I bought the ticket by standing in the queue dutifully... but I realize no buddy cares for the queue and for my surprise no one opposes if someone outside the queue comes and by the ticket.. Strange ... I urge anyone habituated to jump queue at delhi, please don't try this in Kolkata... you will risk your life if you want to break the queue... don’t believe me try once... :)... I was told, train is schedule to come at 2:30 pm... Ok very good... I will wait... all the seats were occupied on the platform ... so I had to stand and wait... I waited, waited and waited... My legs were trembling.. I could not stand any more... thankfully train came at 3:45.. I breathed some shy of relief... Entered the train... I saw very few heads in the compartment of the train.. I felt more relieved, now I can get a seat to relax after standing for so long... So I inched forward towards the seat... More surprise was waiting for me... Ladies (suppressed gender in our country : P) had made a temporary bed out of the seat, few completely stretched their body, few had stretched legs and some other posture... no place to seat... Again standing... God please help me... Thanks to a boy... a man actualy he walked to the gate and was enjoying the fresh air and left a seat vacant for me... ahhh I got a place to seat after 2 hours... Still waited for the train to zoom away from the station.... It took 45 minutes to blow the first whistle by the train.. I never felt so delighted to hear the train blowing the horn... It was 4:30 pm, train started... Hail Railways, thanks to God, meanwhile, a beautiful girl in blue jeans, violet tees and white jacket boarded the train and sat opposite me... This was the only good thing happened to me in whole day... and now I wanted the train to be delayed... lekin bhagwan ko kuch aur hi manjor tha... train reached the next station within 5 minutes and she deboarded the train... :( Worst happened after that, it took another 45 minutes to complete the remaining 15 minute journey... Kisi ne sahi hi kaha hai, jab kismat kharab ho to...:( :(

*******
Pandit Ji in Metro

Crowed Metro... Some how I mange to squeeze my self into the jostling passenger at New Delhi Metro station... Someone asked me beta Chandni chawk station kab aayega... Then I realize a Pandit ji in his dhoti and a long tikki ( ponytail :P :P) was strugling to manage his luggage and was desperte to get down at Chandni Chawak, which appranty two stopage from ND Metro Station... I explaind him.. it took three time repetition to clarify the exact number of stopage.. still he was not sure so he cross verified it with other fellow passenger struggling to find a place to rst his or her feet... So I after he was satisfied by his enquiry... He happily gave all of us a reason to smile... Very honestly he asked some one.... bhaiya itna bhid tha line me ki hum to ticket hi nahi le paye... A amusing shock!!! Every one smiled and asked how the hell he managed to cross the barrier with so much tight security and dodge that computerized verification machine at the metro... But Pandit ji was unperturbed, no sighn of tension... he was innocently smiling.. We all had a pleasant surprise...A ucnle was in mood of masti, he advised him "arre pandit ji thoda aasirwad de dijiyega security wala ko kuch nahi hoga, aaram se nikal jayega..." Pandit replied innocently "nahi bhaiya.. kya hoga jyada se jyada do danda marega na... kha lenge dande..."
I too joined the party and gave an experinced expert advise ( during school days I had surpassed that metro gate at Kolkata many time without ticket with friends .. yappiee :D)

Hope Pandit ji reached his destination safely...

P.S.- Personally, Now, I have to stop thinking to do things in a better way... It's both waste of time and resource (energy).
And for other Don't try Local train in Delhi... It simply sucks..

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Being Called "Bihari"


Even if You are not born in Bihar or Your grandpa has left the state of bihar some 40 years back and you have never ever known which town in bihar your ancestoral home was once upon a time, but still you are a bihari by all means. You can't be a Bengali or Asames, Andhraite or any other "li,es or ite", even though your family has been contributing to society or the state where you are currently residing for past 40 years as much as any "li,es or ite" may or more than any of those so called "li, es or ite". You always have to mention that once upon a time your roots are from bihar and you are a bihari, not the "li, es or ite" of that state. Ahhh to much of melodrama right, but this is what I am or have to say when some one ask me where you belong to. And there is no harm in admiting and no regret to accept the fact that I am a bihari and I said this to each and everyone, who has asked me with my head full of pride. But mind you this confession will bring you some well practiced adjective and features to your profile, that so called civilized society of that particular state or the person asking, has attributed to a bihari. But whats wrong with it? I say no harm... Then why this waste of resource of space and energy for this word called "bihari".

I wanted to write about this being Bihari for a long time but my perception and view about being labeled as Bihari has changed dramaticaly since I have come to Delhi. What was my strong belief of being Bihari, what it meantto the rest of India, has been attacked and belief has been jolted by what this Delhi/NCR people think of  Bihari.

I will write or bifurcate my content in two parts a) being Bihari in eastern India and b)being bihari in North
India (Delhi/Ncr)

Part -A


If you live in bengal the special adjective  for bihari is "Merdua [and NRB (non reliable biharies)]"- It means someone who don't have manner,s illiterate, rowdy and, raunchy, you have the freedom to ornate this word with any adjective in that sense whcih exemplify a ugly thoughtless, mannerless creature. Ohhh too nasty... But the best part is that every bihari who, whom I know, lives in bengal takes it as an compliment to their status. They have a complete different meaning for that word "Merdua". For us, the bihari, it is an compliment of our bravery and our boldness that we can show off at any time and at any place, no matter where we are, who all are watching us, etc etc. Because nothing bothers us, we are the free spirit and we do things as we please and we care a damm what others think of us. Let me clarify one thing not every bihari take this compliment positively, there are few who takes offence of this as well, poor fellows but they are very few. Hey I didn't belong to the category of those poor moron who take offence of this, I was a proud bihari who took pride in the word till I crossed the hallowed wall of NIT Jamshedpur. Hey, don't blabber like this, anyone from that exceptional moron and forlorn souls can ask me, whether I have any facts to boast our bravery in public with so much authority. I would ask those sophistacted idiots to shut up and enjoy a incidence that I am going to narrate,

" It was at a time when I was returning from tuition in class 12, I was returing home, traveling in the local train. Me and my friends where having usual chatter and fun in our on bihari style, shouting, screaming at each other without caring a damm even though we where blowing others eardrum off. One of our bihari bhai' would be 12 to 13 years of age, standing at the trai's gate, actulay swiveliing around the pole of the gate, performing his pole dancing. So what so amazing about pole dancing to be mentioned here, Hey shut up and just watch the bravery act. Actualy there are concrete pole standing tall beside the railway line to support the web of electric wire and at some palce they are merely 1 feet away from the chasis of the train. And you may even kiss them if you have the guts while the train is running not only kissing it will give you the best possible opportunity to meet our Gods. Come back to the pole dancing act, Now you can understand how brave the fellow bihari bhai was performing his pole dance to seduce the God, may be Indra can give him a chace to perform in the swarg (after all we are in the modern world where pink is not an illegal colour or attitude to be displayed in public, so why bar the Gods, they have equal roghts as well. Poor fellow his dancing was 6 years ago, he was to ahead of his time to get a call from swarg to perform... never mind keep trying you will surely get a call) . Ahhh, that bloddy bengali, so called bhodro( mannered) student. He did not like the pole dancing to be performed by my bihari bhai, actualy he was jealous of him, may be he wanted to be performing in swarg before him. Any ways he broke the temmpo of the pole dancing and the tune of singing. And bluntly told my bhai or requested (bengali can't ask a bihari in commanding voice, right) to stop his pole dancing or he may die and will book a meeting with the God. Ohh God, poor bhodro student... how dare you? Told my bhai... He made that bengali confessed that he has done wrong by interupting him, and threaten him that he will "bhasm" him ( by his 3rd eye) if he again dare to intrupt him. Ahh so brave, isn't he?... Yes he is, And he pull down the curtain on the incident giving a brave speech by saying:
" Sala hum nahi pole se latkenge to kaun latkega... M******d pata kaise chalega ki hum bihari ke baal bacha hai... bangali me dum nahi hota train se latakne ka..."
Poor bhodro fellow, he held his head down in defeat and watched the next performance after a break... cheers mate... I too felt the pride in my heart to be bengali oppss to be bihari.... And I tell you, it's not that we boasted and felt pride of our bravery act only... We have an strong backing of the results of all government exam, irrespective of state or post, we the bihari dominate every sector... ( this one is for not so brave bihari like me who boasted it and helds his head high for this fact). This is one such bravey act I have seen or witness, there are many such bravery act, that has earned us the coveted title of "Mrdua", which I would love to narrate... but sorry time and space both are constraint..

All these years that I lived at home, till college, NIT Jamshedpur, and even till my tenure in hyderabad, I strongly belived that bihari are the most dominate community and the most rowdy-ly brave community in India. Each one of us boast the fact, only one bihari is more than enough to ripped apart asses of 10 other people and we had the capacity to transform harmony into cacophony...

Part-B


When I reached delhi. I was the same brave bihari, but a more mature one with experince of various other city, and being an experienced and due to age I have learnt to keep bihari in me in control and decided to give my Kolkataite a chace to show off.... But poor me I was accompanied by an uncle cum friend, a bihari, he refused to drop down his bihari attitude and roamed around thumping and roaring and stamping the fact that he is a bihari, at every landlord I went to find a flat. I remained slient and let him talk... Result was that many simply refused to rent a flat to us, and denied in a dominating attitude alien to biharies, with disdain attitude towards us. It was realy a jolt for me, That friend of mine tried to force the issue in bihari ways giving all kind of evidence and refernce of highly powerfull goverment official that he knows and what he can do... But to my surprise nothing worked, this could have fetched me a flat at cheaper rate any where in the other cityies that I have visited. But things were different here, every other person in delhi specily the land lords seem to know the Union minister personaly... So this bihari attitude didn't worked in delhi... As the days passed I realized that bihari brave attitude that seemed to work every where does not work in Delhi... Bihari are no more the dominace force out here and their bravery act has taken a back sheet... The Jaat and the haryanwi's are the bihari of Delhi (huge compliment for a Jaat... [:-/] ) Interesting part is that if there is any brawl or a some kind of mishap happens on the street or in the metro., and one of the persson involved try to dominate the other person, most of the Time next person start his fight by the saying:
 " arre mere ko bihari samaj ke rakha hai kya... sala kuch bhi bolega kya.. mai bihari nahi hu Delhi se hu ( in typical haryanwi accent)... "
This exactly what happened when two commuter in the metro launched an argument two days ... I smiled at my self at the fact bihari's can't be ignored no matter what is happening and who are involved... :P...

I went into a deja-vu, how the meaning of being bihari has changed from one part of India to other part.... All those past dominating pride that I had being a bihari while staying in eastern part of India has went for a toss...this part of the country being bihari does not means the dominating community but it only symmbolizes the labour class or some one who cheat rent and other stuff...

No offence to any bihari, I can't offened a bihari as I am one myself and a Proud one... This a onepart of the story that I have seen, faced, experienced and living with... But one thing for sure we bihari's need to change to be respected by others... We need amendment in our attitude for the sake of our own improvment and have to stop enjoying the label of being noisome creature... enough of crap Sighning out... [:)]

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

ये मेरे अघुरे ख्वाब





कुछ अट-पटे, कुछ अन सुलझे
से ख्वाब है,
उमंग से भरे ये ख्वाब है /

मेरी इस चोटी सी
दुनिया, के सुन्हेरे ख्वाब है /

नाचती, डोलती , झुमते
खयालो के ये ख्वाब है /


मंजिलो को ढुँढती
भटकते ये ख्वाब है /

बचपन की सरलता, और
जवानी के अलड़पन से भरे
  झुमते ये ख्वाब है /

अनजान पग़डॅढियो पे,
दौड़ते ये ख्वाब है /

दुर  किसी को ढुँढती
बेचैन ये ख्वाब है /

ये ख्वाब है मेरे,
ये मचलते मन के ख्वाब है /

ये मेरे अघुरे ख्वाब है /

लेखन: अंकेश साहा,
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