Last
week I along with two of my colleague went for lunch. Happily chatting within
us we went inside a decent restaurant, and quickly gave our order. Meanwhile we
were talking about our office work; suddenly my friend who was sitting opposite
to us said, look behind you what is happening? I said, what happened? He said there
is guy and a girl who are sitting behind you and they are kissing. I said what
happened in that; they must be husband and wife or lovers. Let them do whatever
they want. On this my dear friend said that no this is not good, if they want
to love each other then they should do it inside their house.
What do we really want?
Sunday, September 08, 2013
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Just ask this simple but important question to some of your
friends and I bet that you will get almost similar answers from most of them.
Someone will say he wants to build his own house, someone will say he wants to buy
SUV, someone will say he wants to start his own business, etc. apart from this
regular answer you might also hear something like I want to let go of anything related
to materialism!
But do we really want any of these things, or is it what we think
we want? Most of us find our self in this confusing situation every day, and we
may not even realize it. We are not here to do things which we don’t like.
Doing things which we don’t like can keep you engaged for some time, but during
that time you will not get your peace of mind. Every day when you will go to
bed you will think, why the hell are you doing that work, is it just the money
for which you are killing your happiness or something else.
Love is Blind? Or it only pretends to be blind?
Thursday, May 16, 2013
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Hmmm… it’s an interesting question.
First answer which comes to my mind is YES, “Love is blind”. But wait a minute
my friends, every time what comes first is not the best. If you guys remember
then before the era of mobile phones and Facebook, there was a famous
stationary something about the size of small diary with colorful 20-30 pages
which was famously called as Slam Books. These slam books were passed among
high school students to fill in some answer to the question. And one of the questions you needed to answer
was: "What is love?" Most answers I saw were: "Love is blind.
Once again in Delhi...
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
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“We have cancelled the bus license”, is the statement of Sheila Dekshit CM of Delhi on 18th December 2012. Is this what the victim is asking for? Is this what the whole India is asking for? Is this what Rajya Sabha member Jaya Bachchan is asking for? No, miss Sheila Dikshit. We don’t want just the suspension of bus license. We want some permanent solution to this kind of horrible act against our women.
I hate writing about the negative
things happening in our state where most of our VVIP live, but I am highly
disturbed after knowing the Sunday night’s
incidence in Delhi where an innocent helpless 23 year old medical
student was gang raped in a moving “whiteline” bus by 6 (don’t know what word I
should use for them) *$@#@^. When her male friend protested then they beat him
with rods, later after their heinous act they threw them off the moving bus
near a flyover in Mahipalpur in south Delhi, which is close to the Indira
Gandhi International Airport. All this
started at around 11:00 PM and lasted for about 45 minutes but not a single
Delhi Police officer stopped that bus even thou it was running after its
permitted time. Almost 48 hours have passed but still that lady is fighting for
her life in ICU, according to the news on TV her intestine is damaged.
Yes or No to Arranged Marriage
Sunday, November 25, 2012
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As we all see, in India we follow arranged marriage system, where two or more parties arrange a marriage between two persons. Love before marriage is considered bad in this country. No my friends today I am not going to talk about the negative aspects of our marriage system. I believe like every aspect of life, arranged marriage also has its merits and demerits. Compared to other countries, Indian people are more emotionally attached to their family members; we give more importance to relationships and family customs. In our country ours parents take care of us till their last breath, because in our country family’s safety comes first. To protect their children from any future problem arising due to marriage in other religion or caste parents in our country generally find suitable spouses for them from suitable families within their own religion, caste and social status. Now if the couple says yes for the marriage, then not only the bride and the groom comes close to each other but also two families gets united, and if by chance any problem arises after marriage then both families try together to work out the problem.
Who Am I?
Saturday, October 27, 2012
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Birds eat plant eating insects, worms poop inside the ground and make the soil fertile, whale helps in removing carbon traps from the environment, bee helps in pollination of flower, animals help in fertilizing plants, almost all the animals are part of food chain and keep the ecosystem in balance, there are many such examples where we can see how animals not only live for themselves but they do some or the other thing for their environment or society. All living and non living things in this universe exist because the nature wants them to be in that place at that time. This means if we are alive and are doing certain things then there must be some reason behind it. The nature must have assigned some work to all of us, so we are here. Why I am talking about all this today is because for last few days some questions are bothering me.
Ghazal
Sunday, October 14, 2012
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दोस्तों की महफ़िल में बैठ कर,
जब तेरी बातें किया करतें थें।
लोग उसे ग़ज़ल समझ कर,
वाह वाह किया करतें थें।
Does Love Really Hurts?
Monday, September 24, 2012
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To understand why love hurts, first of all we have to understand what love really is? If asked, most of us will tell that love is the most wonderful feeling they have gone through, but since I am a science student I have a different understanding of love. For me love is an emotional response due to triggering of neurotransmitters in the brain and the release of neuromodulators, such as oxytocin. Love is a perception, a judgment, an evaluation. Ok now let us find out when we can say that we are in love.
Mental Patients or Criminals?
Saturday, August 25, 2012
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With great interest and enthusiasm, we all have
seen the union budget of 2012. We all have noticed all the important points in
the budget which directly impacts us. We know about the taxes, we know about
the percentage increase in electronic goods, we know about the defense
allocations, we know about agricultural subsidy, etc. but with 100% guarantee I
can say that not a single person knows, what is the government budgetary
allocation for the health disorder which accounts for nearly a sixth of all
health related disorders.
Crime Capital of India
Monday, July 30, 2012
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One day a kid came running to me and said “do you know which
is the crime capital of India?” I was shocked to hear this question from him, I
said no baby I don’t know. He smiled and said it’s Delhi. This little question
of his made me think about my national capital for an entire day. There was time
when Delhi was famous for its Historical heritage, shopping places and
eateries. It’s the same place which carries the legacy of Mughal as well as
British reign is now blatantly termed the crime capital of India! Certainly
there are solid reasons why people have changed their scale with which they
used to measure our national capitals popularity. Directly or indirectly our
politicians are always involved with the bad things happening in our society.
We all know that on the political map on India, Delhi holds a significant
position and this is the biggest reason why criminals and terrorist flock like
sheep to Delhi. All such criminal minded people come here to disturb the
socio-economical stability of our country.
Angels in Garbage Bins
Monday, June 18, 2012
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| Aborted Female infant with Placenta in waste dump |
All
of us in our life time have studied about our ancestors Homo Erectus, in
the same school our teachers have taught us something which is false. They
taught us that the day Homo Erectus became Homo Sapiens they became civilized.
But keep your hand on your heart and tell us, is it true? Can we call our self
as a civilized animal? I will say no, I will say that our friends living in
jungle are more civilized than us. They don’t kill there still born babies;
before the birth of their babies they don’t decide their faith based of their
sex, but we do, we kill our babies in mother’s womb, we tear there hand and leg
and crush there head before they even see the real bad world.
First citizen of our country is a lady, the biggest Indian
political party is headed by a female, there are many states where the chief
minister is lady, and above all this we all fold our hand and pray before
female goddesses in temples. And yet India is far from a haven for women.
माँ याद मुझे तेरी बहुत आती है
Thursday, June 14, 2012
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Hindi Poems
शाम होने पे परिंदे भी
घर लौट जातें हैं।
वक़्त के अँधियारो में खोयी यादें भी
मन के गलीचों में लौट जातीं हैं।
मेरे गाँव की यादें मुझे याद आतीं हैं
माँ की वो सारी बातें याद आतीं हैं।
सुबह पाठशाला जाता था जब
माँ प्यार से मेरा जबीं चूमतीं थीं तब।
और बक्से में प्यार में डूबी
2-4 रोटियाँ रखतीं थीं तब।
मेरा माथा आज फिर चूम लो माँ
प्यार से 2-4 रोटियाँ अपने हाथों से खिला दो माँ।
अपनी आँचल तले रात में जब
माँ लोरी गा कर सुलाती थी तब।
सो जाता था गहरी नींद में मै
ख़्वाबों की दुनिया में खो जाता था मै।
वो आँचल की छावं फिर दे दो माँ
लोरी गा कर आज फिर सुला दो माँ।
दोस्त होतें नहीं थें आस पास जब
माँ तुम मेरी उलटी सीधी कहानियाँ सुनती थीं तब।
अपनी बातों से तुम्हे परेशान किया करता था मै
तेरी ख़ामोशी को दूर किया करता था मै।
आज माँ खामोशियों ने जकड रखा है मुझे
बातें फिर तुमसे करने को जी चाहता है मुझे।
गाँव अपना छोड़ परदेश जा रहा था जब
नम तेरी आँखों से दुआएं आ रहीं थीं तब।
हर महीने तेरे गीले खतों मे
लिखती थी तू वही बातें।
लौट आ मेरे बेटे तुझे कसम है मेरी
तू जब से गया परदेश बेचैन हैं आँखें मेरी।
माँ में तुझे कैसे बताऊँ
नींद मुझे भी अब आती नहीं
भूख मुझे भी अब लगती नहीं।
बहुत चाहा न रोऊँ मगर
ख़त तेरा मुझे बहुत रुलाती है
माँ याद मुझे तेरी बहुत आती है।
Some of the Urdu words & their meaning:-
- गलीचों - Garden
- जबीं - Forehead
- ख्वाब - Dream
ऐसा होता है क्यूँ?
Sunday, June 10, 2012
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Hindi Poems
है नहीं जो,
वो दिखाई देता है क्यूँ?
मोहब्बत में ऐसा हाल होता है क्यूँ?
है नहीं जो अक्स आईने में,
वो दिखाए देता है क्यूँ?
इश्क ऐसे हालत बना देता है क्यूँ?
ग़ालिब ने भी ऐसा सोचा न होगा,
दर्द-इ-दिल पे इतने ग़ज़ल कभी लिखे जाएंगें,
मोहब्बत में आँसू हज़ारों बहाए जायेंगें।
Honour in Killing!! What a Bullshit??
Saturday, June 02, 2012
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I am not at all happy writing an article on “honour
killing”. People around me say that I live in a secular country where all its
citizens are treated equally regardless of religion/caste; but when I hear
about the cases of honour killings then I suspect whether I truly live in a
secular country?
Wikipedia
defined honor killing as “An honor
killing, or honour killing is the homicide of a member of a family or social group
by other members, due to the belief of the perpetrators that the victim has
brought dishonor upon the family or community. Honor killings are directed
mostly against women and girls, but have been extended to men.”
Murder of Baby Afreen
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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Rarely do we see that after birth any baby again goes back to hospital
within 3 months and that also in ICU. Neha Afreen would have little known that
again he will come to hospital and that also because of her father. Today when
I was walking through the reception of my office and looked at the TV, I was
shocked to see the news about baby Afreen death due to cardiac arrest. Most of
my colleague who saw the new mourned the little one’s death. But the only
reason we are talking about this horrific tragedy is because of Reshma Bano,
baby Afreen’s 19 year old mother, who went public with the nasty story. Looking
at her anyone can say that she would have never got the courage to talk on a
National Television if her husband would have not done this heinous act.
Someone had said it right that a mother becomes dangerous when someone tries to
harm her baby. Reshma was openly saying on the television that she will not
leave her husband if anything will happen to her baby.
कातिल
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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Hindi Poems
अपने कातिल पर भी मुझे प्यार आता है
जब उनकी याद दिल में आती है
हाँ ये सच है की क़त्ल किया है उसने मेरा
पर माफ़ ये सोच कर कर देता हूँ की
क़त्ल करने के लिए ही सही वो मेरे पास तो आयीं.
यकीन आज भी ये है की वो मेरे कब्र
पर आतीं होगीं फूल ले कर
यकीन आज भी ये है की वो रोतीं नहीं होंगीं
मेरे कब्र पर सर रख कर
फिर भी खुश हो लेतें हैं ये सोच कर
की हँसतीं भी तो नहीं होंगीं आ कर मेरे कब्र पर.
GOD Lives With Us
Monday, November 14, 2011
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Two humans are never identical,
so they have different dreams and plans in their life. But the thing is since
we all have the common ancestor; we have some common dreams also. I think that
all of us wish or dream to meet GOD at least once in their life time. Some of
us want to meet him to say thanks for whatever he had in his life, someone
wants to meet him to ask something more in his life, someone wants to meet him
to get some knowledge and someone wants to meet him just for getting some peace
in life. But whatever be the reason most of us wants to meet him.
Love Can Wait Forever
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
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English Poems
In the dark moonless night,
I am
staring out of window,
down at
the lonely street.
which in
the daytime,
see many
lovers walking over it.
Holding
each other’s hand,
they talk
& they laugh,
share
their happiness & joy,
bringing
smile to each other’s face.
Such a
beautiful world is this,
full of
joy and love.
But
nothing matters,
when I
wake up from my dream.
The
wonderland where there are no tears,
and the
loved ones are always near.
I can't
keep this hope alive,
simply by
memories of what we once were.
I can't
wear the pain,
of not
having you beside me.
When
people doesn't see the reality,
in dark
and empty nights.
Thinking
of you I stay awake,
wondering
whether,
you also
think of me.
In the
silent dark nights,
nothing
else can I do,
but stare
of my window,
and keep
waiting for you,
because
love can wait forever.
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