Flames.... yes in this blog things will be kept very simple. All i'll do is let the flames of my emotions run free so that i am saved from being scorched by them....
Showing posts with label Realization of Reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Realization of Reality. Show all posts
जब तुम्हें कहा था राही तब तो तुमने एक लव्स न सुना
तो फिर आज क्यों खरहे खरहे आंसू बहा रहे हो
चेतावनी सुनकर अनसुनी कर दी
तो फिर आज क्यों विदाम्बनायों के पुल बाँध रहे हो?
काँटा कहा था तुम्हीं ने इसे
फिर क्यों स्वयं ही ग्रहण किया?
जान लिए थे इसकी नियत
तोह फिर क्यों उसे शरण दिया
कर चुके हो जब स्वयं तुम ऐसा
हाँ कभी किसी और के साथ
तो फिर किसी और के करने पर क्यों गम है राही
ज़रा सोचो क्या बीती होगी उस पर उस क्षण
शायद यही तुम्हारी सजा है "प्यारे"
शायद यही तुम्हारा प्रायश्चित भी
होगा वही जो तुमने किया कभी
कुछ याद आई वोह कर्वी वाणी?
हाँ पर उम्मीद तोह बनाये रखूँगा
स्वयं की रह पर ही चलूँगा
आखिर मैंने ही तो फिर यह भी कहा था
आज को जी लो, कल को किसने देखा है
A self introspection done with the help of some my close friends. Straight from the heart again. Signing off with hope which is largely my own creation . I just hope it works out!
khamoshi ke in lamhon ka kya karunga mein? tanhayee ke is alam se kaise sahunga mein? kaise mitayoonga apne kaanon men parhne waali is sannate ki aahat ko batao priyatam tum bin kaise rahunga mein
man se sochte samjhte hain yeh jaanta hun mein par kya gila is dil ki jo yeh hamesha rota hai hasne ki chah ho toh bhi isey hamesha has ke firse rona hi parhta hai
kyon yeh duniya nahin samajhti ki pyaar kya cheez hai kyon yeh khuda nahin samjhta ki aashiquon ki doorie kya cheez hai kyon yeh jahaan nahin chahta ki milan ki gharhi kabhi naa aaye kyon, akhir kyon swayam bhagya nahin chahta ki ham pass naa ayein
aur agar bhagya maan bhi gya toh fir is man ka kya karunga main yeh toh bechara asliyat ki waqfiyata ka shikaar hai kuch sapna dekh nahin pata koi bhav samjh nahin pata dil kuch kehta hai toh jawaab de deta hai, nahin yeh impractical cheez hai
Sometimes i wonder if too much of sense and thinking is a bane given to us as punishments of crimes unknown.
Jaag uthe armaan aaj hain, fir kuch karne ki chah mein Chhoot gaye peeche parhav hain, paa liye jo kal the Parv aaj seedha kharha hai, lakshya dikhaye chunauti de Na rukna hai, na thamna hai jayenge ab karm bhumi mein
Rah yeh saral na hogi, jaan yeh ham satark hain Manzil kathintam kathin hogi, jaan yeh ham adag hain Paa liya tha paharh toh fir parv yeh kya cheez hai Jeet liya duniya ko toh fir bandhu
Larhki yeh kya cheez hai!
Soch yeh main chal parha, rah ki us pagdandi par Soch yeh main ghus gaya, ishq ki us ran bhoomi mein soch yeh main chaturai se, laga baandhne dhaage anek Pra socho kya mera haal hua, jab thukraye usney mere prastav anek!
Bhatak rha tha jeevan ki in sunsaan rahon mein gum Dhund rha tha moh maya ke is junglemein ummeed ki ek dhun Chah rha tha jeevan ki raahon mein ek sathi main
Ek aaftab aisa jo mujhe bhi roshni de
Bhatakte huey is jaanwar ne paaya ek komal hath ka sparsh Dhundhti hui in nazron ne dekha ek naya raasta, chaha kuch naya kar Chah ki nadiyon ne paaya junoon-e-mohabbat ke baandh ka aasra
Ek aaftab aisa jo mujhe bhi roshni de
Aur bhatak kho gayi, aur rah mil gayi Aur moh bhi jeet liya, aur maya ko adhin kar liya Aur pyaar kar liya, kisi pe main mar mit gya
Ban chala fir man swayam
Ek aaftab aisa jisney kisi aur ko roshni di
Ok Now completely random poem... No head tail, just a thought that our salvation lies in the salvation of others...
I remember when I came to IIT I was full of expectations. I had heard so much about this fabled place and ,more importantly, worked so hard to get here. If stories were to be believed this place turned people into geniuses, taught an education unknown to anyone else, created engineers fit enough to change the whole universe...
Today, it’s been almost an year. I have lived my faccha days and am ready to move on to a respected second year ‘Sir’. And boy has it been a journey of revealations... I have learnt a lot in this one year... Oh no... Not engineering. But lots of other things. For instance, 101 ways to commit fraud, lying out of your hat and proving it to be true, cheating on exams... the list is endless.
Yes, truly IITians are exceptional people with exceptional intellect. But what happens to them here? They are introduced to a world where slowly they metamorphose into students fit enough to go to any regional college and blend in with the crowd there. In all our exams there is no application of the brain. Bas paper ke ek din pehle tut laga ke chale jaao. Number aa jayenge. Nahin aaye? Koi baat nahin paper milne ke baad likh likh ke number le lo. Fir bhi nahin aaye? Toh fir Chill Maar naa Launde!!! (Application of mind toh agar hai toh hai sirf aur sirf Poltu mein...And about that I shall not speak.)
Am I lying? Am I venting my own frustration cause I am a ‘maggu’?
No.
Look within yourselves...How many times have we asked or rather begged our peers for proxies? How many times have we gone for hostel extra currics and compromised on our Acads.? How many times have we fooled the TAs by doctored readings and graphs. How many times have we forced the poor professor to make an easy paper just to make us pass. How many times have we frowned on the handful of ‘maggus’ who take it upon themselves to fulfil the responsibilities of us all?
Innumerable my friend, innumerable. And when we could have avoided all this... when we could have avoided losing our own self respect just by studying that hour a day which while preparing for JEE was tuppence to us. Think my friends. Introspect. Are we doing the right thing? Realise yours, mine, our true potential.
Yes we turn into geniuses... Geniuses capable of fooling anyone in the world. Yes we are taught an education unknown to anyone else... one which educates us on the fallacy of moral behaviour and the encouragement of ruthless achievement. Yes we become engineers fit enough to change the universe... but not through science but through unscrupulously illicit acts.
You might close this window in disgust. You might form an opinion that this blog sux majorly. You may comment on the author ki yeh saala hi aisa hoga. You might even curse the webmaster who din intervene to block this article. All this you’d do if you were not an IITian.
But if you are an IITian... you’d be hanging your head in shame...
Ok. So this post is going to be completely random, arbit and vella.
I haven’t been posting for quite a while now, neither here nor on chaatukand. Thing is my life’s been going sme very major changes at this time(or so I think). No this pot is not gonna tell u about that but about the lessons I have learnt in the past few days.
How many times have you felt the same wrong that you inflicted on someone being inflicted on you? And how many times have you realised it immediately what’s gonna happen? And how many times have you actually not learnt not to do that again??? Confused...
I did something to someone for which I was scorned at and told what I did was wrong(by that person). That person had felt extremely hurt by what I had done. I knew it had been bad for him/her(figure this one out!!!) but felt it had been necessary.
Exactly in the same way someone wronged me. Someone who had the same reasoning for the wrong that I had given when I had done the same thing. And suddenly I felt Deja Vu.
I had tried to teach/tell something to someone through my actions. Yet now I realised that I myself hadn’t learnt what I was trying to propagate. When the same came upon me I responded in exactly the same fashion. And suffered the same way. All while knowing its prolly gonna end up like it actually did. And inspite of my best efforts to not respond in a certain way I did just that. And then suffered.
But then I learnt and corrected my response. This was the only thing different. I got a chance to rectify my response. And I did that.
Today, as I sit down and think I realise why certain things appear coincidental in life. Because life is meant to be a learning experience(what for don’t ask me!). You think you can cope with certain situations yet often you don’t know that you actually can’t. That’s when life interferes and makes you realise(often with a smack across your arse) that buddy this is what it feels like to have been there done that.
The 2 other persons concerned with this post probably don’t even know how much I have learnt through them. Coincidentally while one hates me, the other prolly considers me a pain in the ass. Yet I love them both. Moreso the latter who taught me so much. Hopefully I’ll be able to convince them both to like me at sometime in life. But I guess that’ll be another pair of coincidences!!!
My poetry's tryst with lectures continues. This one was conceived in my CSL101 class. Don't ask me from where i got the inspiration for this as even i am not sure. There was just one event which could have triggered such a train of thought i.e. i had met someone just before the class whose sister was getting married. Now we didnt talk about anything like that. Nor did i ever link my thoughts with him. but that's the only thing which probably enetered my subconscious and triggered these thoughts!
Moreover, i wish to extend the logic of this poem to all things in life. There are things and people in life we have to let go of some time in life. So its best to not become too dependednt on them. Plus make the best of the time they are with you instead of always dreading the time when they will be taken away :)
Friday, January 30, 2009
Relationship Management... The thing which is responsible for more than half he trouble in this world. It often happens that we are caught in a situation where we want two very important things yet are forced to choose between the two. This is an extremely frustrating time as it is but when this happens in the case of relationships its more than a human can take... I had been planning to go home last week(24-26jan). But hostel hockey matches forced me to stay back and postpone it to this week. Now again i find my way blocked... this time by the stage play. Or should i call it a fortunate detour??? I do not know. All the tickets had been booked. Packing done. And then at the last moment I was offered the lead in the hostel English Play. With the play scheduled for 7th Feb there was no way the lead could miss weekend practices. And so once again, I was forced to choose... This time it was exceptionally hard as it is my mom's bday today. If all had went well i'd prolly have been boarding the train home with her gift in an hour. But I(on advice of my senior and mentor, J and also the call of my heart(not to forget the contributions of Sabu and Gyaani)) chose to stay on... I dont know whether i made the right decision. As of now i feel so incomplete. So far away from my family. So cut off. J insists(and rightly so) that i cant be tied to my family all the time(He gives the cliched example of how cut off i'll be when i'll be working in Banglore and my parents in Chandigarh... which is true but still i dont want to believe it :( . He further went on to tell how dramatics will help in my overall development. But somehow i am... in a muddle:() but its so hard to sever the relationships you've kept for 18 years. So hard to give second priority to those who have made you their top priority all their lives. so hard to be indifferent to their feelings who had always given everything of theirs to ensure your happiness. It doesnt seem fair to them. As children we leave parents just when they need us the most. Like leeches we suck everything out of them while they educate us, feed us, keep us and mould us into perfect citizens. Then once crafted into masterpieces they'd like to sit back and enjoy we go out of the house never to return as full time residents again. Suddenly our hostels gain more importance than our homes. Suddenly our extra currics become our sole aim and the emotions of the ones left behind are forgotten. Suddenly... we grow up. I have always wanted to remain a child forever. And i thought i had succeeded... always laughing and smiling. But now i realize that you can fence yourself in the realm of childhood, but you can't fence out the invaders of adulthood...
Oh its beautiful And love it i do For true love is love with love itself People they come and they walk and they go But love thou have for them prevails The winds of time they blow and grow cold Perishes the chariot of deathly abode But flows still the sound of the leaves As the chariot flew by with thou For endless is its stream that always flows Endless is the warmth of its glow And endless it was and is and will be And in absence it grows For know this oh foolish and ignorant rider The destination is reached but the journey never ends.
Like a thorn it enters And secretes the joyous juice of bliss The pain promptly vanishes But the prick persists.
Blood runs hot and heavy Veins swell up with it But cork seals puncture Traversing transient happiness
The minutest movement hurts; And a stationary situation seems best, though to no avail. Jerk jerks it out but jerked it is back in; Blood sprouts out, then blocked; But the puncture persists.
Open it is to one day So i know, he says but that day is far away...
Tomorrow, blood fills buckets. Thorn vanishes, the puncture prominent remains.
No cork, no stopppage, pure flow and flow it does. So i knew, he says. Yet sets off on a new ordeal, search for new thorn.
It wont fit the hole, but find it he must. While the blood oozes.
No more thorn lasts long yet more punctures appear No more corks curb the tide And the blood oozes.
