Passionate Creativity in Dreams

Why should the river always flow towards the Ocean? Is it just out of love, obsession or devotion?

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Mon, 02 May 2016 20:09:00 +0000

It has often been suggested by my dear friend HariOm about the devotional obsessive behaviour of River which drives her to go and dissolve in the Ocean. Here is his couplet:

"ऐसा भी क्या दीवानापन ऐसा भी क्या प्यार नदी,

सागर से मिलने जाती है तू ही क्यों हर बार नदी ?"

This often made me wonder the emotions behind depicting this as thoughtless one side obsession of river, which consists of pristine, pure, soft water - to drift and submerge in the vast ocean, which is wild, salty, destructive, immense, unimaginably different and rough.

Well, I figured it out, that it's just a figment of human imagination, and we obviously ignore the real basis of this process. It's not love, it higher than that. It's creation. It's about making sure everything functions.

And even though it looks like a mere one-sided journey, ocean play's its fair role in creating, strengthening and charting the very path of the river.

There is always a better reason for why things happen the way they do. It's on us to decipher the code.

The code is always written on the wall. And it's for everyone. It's the actual Bible, Gita, Quran, GurGranthSahib. Every bit contains the answer. Just a matter of translation and patience.

All queries are always answered. We need to look around us.

Here is my humble submission, and this answer satisfied my internal conflicts and quenched my philosophical thirst.

"सागर खुद मिलने आए, तो प्रलय साथ मे लाता है.
सहज मिलन निर्मल होता है, तभी चली हर बार नदी.

सागर भी वैसे, मिलता ही रहता है नदिया से तो,
भाप देख लो, बारिश देखो, सब सागर का प्यार नदी....

एक चले, एक साथ मे हो चुप,
कैसा अद्भुत प्रेम प्रमाण.
सागर से बनकर, सागर में मिलना ही है प्यार नदी.

कभी तो मीठा, कभी तो खारा,
आश्रित जल पर जीवन सारा,
मानव उद्भव तेरे मिलन से,
प्राणीमात्र की निर्मल धारा,

सागर में मिलकर , सागर से बादल बन, फिर वर्षा बनकर,
जीवन चक्र की रचना करना,

तेरा प्रेम , बस प्रेम नहीं है!

तू जो रुके तो सब रुक जाए,
बहती जाए, बहाती जाए
सही-ग़लत, अस्थि-मल-जंगल
सबको साथ बहाती जाए

जीव-चक्र आधार है तेरा,
सिंधु-मिलन का कठिन परिश्रम

जीव तेरे बहने को को समझें "प्यार"
यही कम महिमा तेरी?

अद्भूत तेरा दीवानापन, निर्मल तेरा प्यार नदी
सागर से मिलने जाने में, किया जगत साकार नदी."

-पीयूष राज "सख़्त-जानी", 2011

Madaari ka Bandar

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Thu, 07 Aug 2014 18:51:00 +0000

बड़ी कशमकश है, बड़ी बुज़दिली है,
ये कैसी सज़ा जानवर को मिली है?

चन्द पैसों की खातिर, मदारी का बंदर,
तालियों पे तमाशे किए जा रहा है!

वो थक भी गया है, डरा भी हुआ है
नहीं भूख उसको, दबी प्यास उसकी

वो जंगल के आज़ाद पेड़ों का राजा,
तार पे चल तमाशे किए जा रहा है...

ज़िंदा रहने को रोटी मिली भी तो क्या है?
नींद मालिक की मर्ज़ी से मिलती, तो क्या है?

ना है छाँव घर की, ना अपने निकट में,
घनी धूप में भी घना है अंधेरा...

वतन छोड़ पीछे, डरा आँख मीचे
वो करतब पे करतब किए जा रहा है!

हमने माना की जंगल में सूखा पड़ा था,
था छोटा सा जंगल, वो प्यारा सा जंगल

वो अलबेली मीठी सी यादों का जंगल
वो अपनो का जंगल, जो सूखा पड़ा था

नहीं बच गयी थीं बहुत ढेर फलियाँ
था तालाब सूखा, थीं मुरझाईं कलियाँ

ना जाने कहाँ से मदारी के फेके
हुए जाल में वो फली ढूँढने को
अकेला चला था

वो लालच था शायद, या फिर भूख थी
जो उसे जाल मे खींच के ले गयी थी

गिरा, उठ ना पाया;
फँसा, बच ना पाया
मगर चीख कर, बाकियों को बचाया
उसे बाँधकर वो शहर लेके आया

चार दिन की चमक, रोटियों के मज़े
भूल बैठा वो रस्ता, किधर से था आया

वो यह सोचता है, अकेले मे अब भी
कहाँ को था निकला, कहाँ लौट आया!

बड़ी कशमकश है, बड़ी बुज़दिली है,
ये कैसी सज़ा जानवर को मिली है,

चाँद पैसों की खातिर, मदारी का बंदर
तालियों पे तमाशे किए जा रहा है!

-Sukhanwar "SakhtJaani"

Bheed ka Majnu, Raat ka saaya...

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Mon, 05 Aug 2013 19:04:00 +0000

भीड़ मे छुपा हुआ, भीड़ से छुपा हुआ,
मजनूओँ की फौज में, वो फिर से जा खड़ा हुआ.

इश्क़ का बहाना था, अलग कुछ फसाना था,
झूठ की मुहब्बत थी, मतलबी दीवाना था !

दिल्फ़रेबी आती थी, खुद को ही जलाना था.
खुद को मारके, अपनी लाश को छुपाना था.

अब करे तो क्या करे, वो कशमकश में जा फ़सा!

ठोकरों को खा चुका, दर्द को दबा चुका,
अश्क़ आबशार कर, वो दस बरस बहा चुका.

अब करे तो क्या करे? वो अब कहे तो क्या कहे?

कैसे वो बता सके, की सोच की बीमारी है!
एक जुनून तारी है, रोग बड़ा भारी है.
अजनबी मुहब्बत है, अजनबी से यारी है !

कुछ भी नहीं मुमकिन, बस ख्वाब की सवारी है?

ज़ख़्म भरने आई जो, छुरी उसी ने मारी है.

किसको वो बता सके, घाव को दिखा सके?
दिल के कुछ दराज़ों में दर्द फिर छुपा सके!

फिर से खिलखिला सके, फिर से मुस्कुरा सके?

फिर घनेरी शाम को, दो घूँट पीके जाम के

भीड़ मे छुपा हुआ, भीड़ से छुपा हुआ,

मजनूओँ की फौज में, वो फिर से जा खड़ा हुआ.

- सुखनवर सख़्त-जानी

Khwaahish....ek bhikhmange jaisi!!

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 21:13:00 +0000

सड़क किनारे बैठे बूढ़े

भिखमंगे की ख्वाहिश क्या है?

खाना, सोना, जीते जाना....

तू भी तो भिखमंगा ही है!

ख्वाब तेरे भिखमंगे जैसे!

खाना, उसके हाथ का खाना,

खाना, उसके हाथ से खाना,

खाना, उसके साथ ही खाना,

खाना, कभी फ़ुर्सत से खाना!

नींद की ख्वाहिश कैसी तेरी.....?

नींद वही भिखमंगे वाली,

थक कर गिरना, फट सो जाना,

सो कर उठना, ख़टते जाना,

ख्वाबों के एक महल में जाकर,

तकिया साधे झट सो जाना

अलबेले ख्वाबों के नायक

तू चाहे है जीते जाना!

जीते जाना? वो क्यूँ आख़िर....

ये जीना भी क्या जीना है?

ऐसा जीना, क्या जीना है?

वजन बढ़ाके, नींद घटाके,

चिंता, फ़िक्र, को गले लगाके?

साँस भी लेने को ना रुकना?

दिन ढलने तक दौड़ लगाना?

रात को नींद की गोली खाकर,

चाँद को तक्ना, नींद ना आना,

ना सुस्ताना, ना मुस्काना,

ना अपनों में आना जाना?

पैसे का अंबार लगाके,

बीमारी पे खर्चते जाना?

इसको तू जीना कहता है?

इससे तो भिखमंगा अच्छा...!

मेरी मान, तो बाग़ी हो जा,

कभी कभी बैरागी हो जा,

सुस्ता ले, कभी साँस भी ले ले,

जीने के माएने बदल ले,

सीख कभी भिखमंगे से भी,

वो कैसे जीता रहता है,

कम ख़ाके, कम सो के,

वो अपनी ही चाल चला करता है,

तू चाहे तो चाँद जीत ले,

या पूरा ब्रह्मांड जीत ले,

थक कर इसी धूल में,

तेरी धूल भी शामिल हो जानी है!

जीत! मगर औरों की खातिर...

जीत! तू हारे हुओं के लिए...

पर

खुद की ख्वाहिश छोटी ही रख

बिल्कुल उस भिखमंगे जैसी!

जीने का तो यही मंत्र है !

खाने, सोने, जीने की चाहत

से दूर कभी मत होना!!

- पीयूष राज सख़्त-जानी

Fear...as I know it!!

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Wed, 09 May 2012 23:54:00 +0000

Why do we get afraid? What haunts us? Is it the dark past or the uncertain future? I wish to answer myself some of my own doubts through this post.

We fall, so that we can learn how to get up. Still we are unsecure about falling. Most of the time. When we are unaware of concrete facts, and we go on thinking about it, it leads up to fear. Fear from the fact that this unawareness could lead us to darkness. If it may hamper my plans I wish to obtain. If it may lead to my failure, and victory of something I hate to see winning against me.

Often we give up on our confidence. It’s not un-natural. Not abnormal. It’s just a sinusoidal trough of our confidence level. Our daily lives, appear to be the same. But every day exposes something new to us- something which may be pleasant to our senses or simply unpleasant experiences. When these unpleasant thoughts clog up our memory, we cease to see beyond the obvious. We forget the pleasant experiences, and the achieved goals. Simply because our mind is not able to rejuvenate its working, and the fear of having more unpleasant experiences loom in front of us.

New ideas stop coming. And the matters complicate.

We start blaming our abilities. We often doubt them. We ignore the basic fact that with the same abilities, we have worked wonders in the past. We start believing that we won’t be able to achieve what we seek. Not because it is unattainable. Because it is beyond our ability to achieve it. And thats the point where we need help.

The mind needs to question and answer itself at times. When we stop having fun, avoid risks, and turn pessimistic, the chances of failing increase. And this even compounds the problem. Every new failure not only kills our confidence, it gradually starts taking over our personality. We are no longer able to look into our own eyes in the mirror. Gods seem like an escape. Prayers gain priority. And the god within gets ignored. We start believing in chances more than opportunities to create favourable chances. Isn’t it?

We forget that we have a gift called time. There is always a second chance. God offers it when we expect it the least. And often, when the opportunity is back on our door knocking, we are weeping in the bathroom. Often unprepared. Ready for another defeat. Is that fair? Is this why we should be afraid?

Today, I saw myself in the mirror and realized the crisis I am going through. My problem is, I am trying to prioritize my goals over my calendar. Job to be secured by this time. Marriage to happen by this time. Loan by this time. And so on. Baah. J

And that’s when I just realized that these very priorities are functions of time itself. There is no point plucking a fruit when it is not ripe. Even if I can, the idea of tasting a unripe fruit is pointless. Life makes no meaning if we stop having fun and give our free will to time. How can we be so sure of something in the future, when I am not sure if this razor blade I am shaving with, is going to cut my cheek or not? I hardly have an idea what’s coming next.

I should be happy with the fact that I am preparing well. Good education. Great work experience. Loving family. Caring Girl friend. Supporting friends. And a nice future ahead. I should be living up every moment available with joy. Not with fear.

Quite possible that I won’t be able to achieve everything I have dreamt of. Might not get the job I have fancied. Might not get to settle down as planned. Might have trouble with my relationships. Things might change. So why should be I scared?

Don’t I have a history which taught me that not everything is possible at the same time? Haven’t I learned that failures are as inevitable as success? Haven’t I tasted failures as much as I have succeeded in life? Am not I standing right now, because I have more successful things in my life, than failure?

We don’t fail when we lose. We fail when we give up the hope to win.

Fear is for the ordinary. One needs to stand up against it and prepare for the fight. that defines the extra-ordinary. Everyday is a new fight, and as we push to sleep, it concludes a successful day that has been over. A share of life well realized. And waking up the next day, doesn’t it mean that we had won yesterday, and should win today as well?? Then, why this fear??

Sitting idle and counting on chance is an absolute wastage of time. If I want something, I should go and get it. Instead of complaining about the problems in acquiring it.

What should I be scared of? I have everything necessarily required to be successful. Just a thought of failing, which too is just a probability, cannot take away my confidence to succeed.

I am bound to win. It’s not that I can win; it’s just that I will win. I need time. And there is plenty of it available as I breathe. The world waits.

I am looking forward to tomorrow’s morning. A new day filled with challenges. And joy. J

Looks like I cut my cheek with this razor blade. Three learning’s: 1. Don’t shave at late night. 2. Change blades frequently. 3. Stop thinking too seriously. J

Remember,

तू ज्ञानी है, अभिमानी है,

सर्वस्व विजय की ठानी है,

क्यूँ व्यर्थ ध्यान में लगा हुआ?

चिंता करना बेमानी है!

होती मुश्किल की उम्र नहीं,

उसे मौत कभी तो आनी है,

है सख़्त-जानी तो वही पुरुष,

कभी हार ना जिसने मानी है,

है राह भले आसान नही,

तू पथरीला पथ चढ़! कुछ कर? J

Piyush, I hope I answered your doubts. Have a nice sleep. Good night.

Regards,

Sakhtjaani

Thank You, Jesus!!

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 01:59:00 +0000

“Gratitude is the best attitude. There is not a more pleasing exercise of the mind than gratitude. It is accompanied with such an inward satisfaction that the duty is sufficiently rewarded by the performance.”- Infamous Unknown

On this very holy night when 2000 years back Jesus claimed to have risen from the dead, with those paper lanterns burning and hanging from those tree, which I see from this window, I believe there is something else that claims to have risen from the dead. I believe it’s my urge to write. Dear Readers, this mail was a long due. My apologies for not being around for a while. Being around 6500 kms away from the land I call my home, I thing I have some time to sit down, and write. With this fresh mind, and the odd time to wake up, I have woken up, I need to pay my due.

I have suddenly started feeling this loneliness peeking in, through this very window, which is insulating me from the negative two degrees of temperature outside. Apparently, I am very much missing that messenger owl; I had always expected to bring me my letter to Hogwarts. It just never came. Silly bird. J

What else could a man of my age ask for? After years of believing that magic is for real, I matured with the bitter fact that some of the magic never materializes. No matter how hard you try. Maybe because it was never supposed to have happened. Maybe because God waits for a better miracle to take place. A miracle which partly involves my contribution too.

Not that I am complaining. Not that today I want to jot down some of that silly emotion again in a form of poetry, or a musical tune. It’s different. I actually feel like sharing about some of the miracles I am already blessed with. For which I want to pay my thanks, and regards. This mail is for you, Jesus. Read on.

I will like you to thank you for giving me the best family. And friends. And enemies. And people who matter. And people for whom I matter too.

What an amazing father I have. A man who drenched himself in rain in Tirupati, all night, just to save me and pinky from cold, by clinching us in his under-arms. A man who is selfless and courageous to stand for his family, in all the thick and thin. Yet afraid to get his eye operation done, just because I am not nearby. And because doctors told him he can’t be operated as of now due to high blood pressure. I believe though, it’s the operation thingy, which made his blood pressure thing high. He happens to be the same person na, who sat next to my bed all night, when I had my hand burned with third degree burns. One who cries watching TV soaps, and yet remains calm when biggest of calamities fall on the family. One who showers blessings with every phone call? And twice if you call him twice the same day. What a wonderful dad I have. Papa, love you. And proud to be your son.

And my mother, who is more happy that I have time to prepare my sister’s bio data for the matrimonial reasons, than the information that I earned a profit of a couple of thousand Euros, in a day. One, who is more worried about the fresh vegetables and their bargaining with the vendor, than the diabetic issues she has recently been exposed to. She cooks the best chicken in the world, and is prohibited to eat it. L One, who knows that her son is already in a committed relationship, but still never, misses to pass on every alliance she gets for her son. One who never misses to ask what I ate in the day. And how and when I managed to cook it. The lady I love and care about the most, my mom. My, sweet, sweet, mom.

My sister Pinky, whom I have seen evolving from a shy stuttering baby into a beautiful confident lady. One, who can effortlessly engage hundreds of listeners, figure out human equations, but manages to score just the bare minimum in mathematics. One who knows how to handle the computer as well as any electronic appliance, way better than anyone I know. One, who is barely 2 years younger to me biologically, but effortlessly, assumes the position of my mother, as well as my daughter. One, who is always there to hear me out. One, who is soon to get married and leave. My sister who is also my best friend. Thanks, Jesus for giving me so much.

And Chhoti, with whose birth, my starts took a spin. The one, who brought in good luck to our family. And prosperity. Who happens to be 15 years younger to me, and yet can beat me in an argument. Always. One, who loves the teddy bear as much as she loves street puppies. And one, who is never done with chocolates. Never. One, with whom I have had my best chats with, ever since she was born. My angel. My sister biologically, my daughter emotionally. One whose marriage I will be able to see as a father-figure.

My brother Atul, who has been blessed with the brain of Albert Einstein, and looks of Brad Pitt, and as idiot as I am. Equally fanatic about things I think the same way. My other three cousins, Bintu Bhaiya, Anshu bhaiya, and Ankush, replicating their style I grew up. And still am fond of. Love you guys.

And the soon to be member of our family, you, my love. Who was born thousands of miles away, just to realize that our souls were connected? One who knew through her chant-beads, about my arrival. One, who knows through telepathy when I am about to call. And understand what I didn’t speak of. One, who has been sharing this soul ever since I noticed. One, who is “fearless” but maintains a kirpan, just for 'defence'. J :)One, who now knows me as much as my family does. I mean the nitty-gritty’s of my highly illogical brain. One, who loves me. And, one who respects me. And my ideas. One, who if not would have entered my life, I was about to waste it through sweat and tears. I love you so much, my namesake. J

Thanks God for my wonderful friends. Divyanshu, Sushant, Kulvindar, Rohit, Roshan, Saurabh, Sekhar, Ankur, who happen to be brother from another mothers. Anjali, Sadaf, Vatsala, my sisters from the other life. Balan Sir, Mr. Ramanathan, Mr. Panduranga, Mr. Vittaleshwar, Mrs Sen, Shashtri Sir who shaped me much into who I am today. People whose entry in my life brought happiness. People who have always encouraged me to do good and be nice.

To the thousands of faces I know, or claim to know, and maintain a cordial interaction with. People around me, thank you so much Jesus, for creating this all in my time. Or maybe, bringing me up in times they exist. The good people. They are all around me.

Last but not the least, I am equally thankful to the people who made my life easier by leaving it, albeit forcefully. Your arrival taught me to prepare for things, and your departure prepared me for better things. Maybe you left, as you were never meant to be a part of my life. Glad you left. May god be with you always.

On this holy night of Easter, let me bow to thee, and seek happiness for all. Please feel free to debit my unlimited store of happiness, if any of the people are in need of something. You don’t need to ask me. J

People say that you bore pain for us. And were crucified, as you wanted to set an example for us. Well, even after 2000 years of that, I am unable to figure out that logic. Let’s discuss sometimes. I look forward to tight sleep. You may join me in my dreams. J

And well, thanks for the latest developments in my life. Especially, taking back that tummy gift. I consider it a miracle. J

Looks like I wrote quite a lot. Never mind. Frequent readers may skip emotional blobs. I hope to write soon again. Till then,

Regards,

Piyush Raj SakhtJaani

Open Letter to APR from within

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 21:14:00 +0000

Dear APR,

What kind of a Person should you be classified into?

A person, who is so much into a relationship, and still not able to commit time to the loved ones.

A person, who is so much of a family man, and yet finds out that its hardly twice a week a he gets to call home.

A brother, who is not that bothered to connect with his sisters and in spite being a mentor to several unknowns, is not capable to guide his own young ones. Lame, APR, very lame.

A businessman, who books losses by repeatedly spending, way more than he earns from a deal. Caring hoots about the opportunity costs. Caring hoots about the time wasted. And what not!!

This, is indeed, a time, APR, you need to look back inside you, and try to locate that soul which is somewhere, getting crushed, by the abysmal depth and the pressure from the machinery, building around yourself. I am here. Your soul.

You had a great job. Wasn’t it? It allowed you everything. Money. Time. Pleasure. And perhaps sometime also to spend it with your loved ones. You left it. You greedy man.

Though I understand your need to succeed at a fast pace, I am unable to figure out what’s your hurry? Why running when it’s just metres away. Perhaps, in this rare hour, when you have got time to look for me, and wait for the directions, I could be of some help.

Remember a girl, you used to be so much after? When was the last time you enquired about her? I personally don’t think so that the subject matters anymore, regarding this question, I am merely remarking that you have stopped looking back to the simple and soft lifestyle you used to have.

What happened to your brothers? Your Energia Team? Ankur, Shekhar, Saurabh? When was the last time you called them up and said “Bachchon”? Saurabh and Shekhar still try to keep up with you. But Ankur? The lad was here in Mumbai and you had the audacity to cancel on him?? Did you realize it must have hurt him? “He will understand my problems” can be your reply to this, but will you start understanding yourself more seriously now? Seek within.. Are you dead?

Anjali is gone. She is married and has a family to take care of. Other guys are all set to get married or are already into their own cobwebs. Rohit is always busy with his career. Kullutries to keep up but thanks to your business, you give him the “2 minutes excuse” everytime the phone rings. Divyanshu is focussing on his career goal, and focussed on giving it his best shot; but irony is, he still manages to keep up. Nilanjana, Sushant, Sagar, Siddharth, look around. Everybody is busy, still they manage to connect. But you? Having a facebook profile doesn't makes you social. It makes you, a troll, maybe. Use it judiciously. And is for talking, not feed updation or market tracking. Call your loved ones more often.

What have you thought about marriage? Delaying it till eternity? It you become a millionaire? Or till you get bald? Or till she decides of leaving you? What is it exactly you want with life? A woman can give birth to a baby in nine months. Nine women can’t do that in one month. Getting my point? Get married. Business is anyways going to be there. :))

Find time. Part off a share to your family and friends. Try living. Normally.

I am not asking you to change back into the same obnoxious evil you used to be. You certainly have evolved from that. All I am trying to tell you is that out rightly refraining from something is a not a permanent solution to addiction. Giving up gradually is.

Look around. Good things are happening. Things have improved. You are committed. You have a great loving family. And such good friends. You don’t run out of cash. You eat heartily. You share it too. All your generic wishes are becoming a reality. Slowly, but they are. And you are just 25. What’s the point in not living it, when it’s at its extreme, at its pulp?

Just don’t overdo your business. TRY TO HUMANIZE. The world was there prior to your existence and shall be there for ages after you and your race is extinct. One life? Why so serious?

I noticed, you don’t get a decent sleep nowadays. Thanks to your schedule of management lectures and business engagements.

Just curious, what made you come to me after so long time? It certainly means at the first instance that you plan to normalize. Get back to get better. Good thing to do. I appreciate.

I grant you a wish. You may have a good sleep tonight. A peaceful one. If you bunk the first lecture tomorrow, I know you got the point. :)

Good night. You aren’t that bad.

Sincerely,

Your Soul.

मद्रासी की विनती- महाकाव्य!!!! (Madraasi ki Vinati-Mahaakaavya!!

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Mon, 30 May 2011 19:25:00 +0000

जब चेन्नई की गर्मी ने सबको सुखा-सुखा के मार दिया.....

और इंद्रदेव की संसद ने, “पानी पर भ्रस्टाचार किया.....

Jab Chennai ki garmi ne sabko sukha sukha ke maar diya.....

Aur Indradev ki sansad ne, “Paani” par bhrastachar kiya.....

जब बंगलुरु भीगा रिमझिम, और चेन्नई सूख के काँप उठी,

तब चेन्नई के एक दुखी पुरुष ने, तीखा व्यंग प्रहार किया....

Jab Bangalore bheega rimjhim, aur Chennai sookh ke kaanp utthi,

Tab Chennai k ek dukhi purush ne, teekha vyang prahaar kiya....

लिख डाला उसने कटु व्यंग, प्रभु की इज़्ज़त पर बन आई,

लिख दिया था उसने फेसबुक पे, “बड़ी देखी तेरी रुसवाई!!

Likh daala usne katu vyang, prabhu ki izzat par ban aai,

Likh diya tha usne facebook pe, “badi dekhi teri ruswaai!!

पानी दो, हम भी इनसां हैं, हम लगते भले अलग से हों,

हम होते भले अलग से हों, हम दिखते भले अलग से हों?

Paani do, hum bhi insaan hain, hum lagte bhale alag se hoN,

Hum hote bhale alag se hoN, hum Dikhte bhale alag se hoN?

(Hum kaale hain to kya hua, dil waale hain!! :D)

(हम काले हैं तो क्या हुआ, दिल वाले हैं!!)

हम दारू भी कम पीते हैं, हम डिस्को भी कम जाते हैं,

हम बाहर खाने जाकरके, भी “इडली सांभर” खाते हैं!!

Hum daaru bhi kam peete hain, hum disco bhi kam jaate hain,

Hum baahar khaane jaakar ke, bhi “Idli saambhar” khaate hain!!

ये बैंगलोर वाले, तेरी कम, माल्लया की ज़्यादा गाते हैं,

हर "वीकेंड" पर उसकी बोतल पाकर के बकर मचाते हैं.

Ye Bangalore waale, teri kam, Mallya ki zyaada gaate hain,

Har weekend par uski botal paakar ke bakar machaate hain.

है रखा कृष्ण को चेन्नई में, मक्खन के नाम पर बटर मिल्क?!!

गोपियाँ ब्रिगेड पे छोड़ गये, और हमको दिया “कुमारन सिल्क”?

Hai rakha Krishna ko Chennnai mein, makkhan ke naam par butter milk?!!

Gopiyaan Brigade pe chhod gaye, aur humko diya “Kumaran Silk”?

हमने फिर भी कुछ कहा नहीं, बस तेरी शरण में पड़े रहे...

कभी तिलक पे चंदन लगवाकर, कभी “माउंट रोड” में खड़े रहे....

Humne phir bhi kucch kaha nahiin, bas teri sharan mein pade rahe...

Kabhi tilak pe chandan lagwaakar, kabhi “Mount Road” mein khade rahe....

कभी ऑटो वाले से झगड़े, कभी ट्रॅफिक पुलिस से लगवाई,

कभी DMK और जयललिता के नाम पे जम कर धुल्वाई,

Kabhi auto waale se jhagde, kabhi traffic police se lagwaai,

Kabhi DMK aur jayalalitha ke naam pe jam kar dhulwaai,

हम मुर्गा पैंसठ (65) खाते हों, या “मुरूगन इडली” खाते हों,

कभी हुआ है, तेरी मूरत पर, हम “TOTAL” मौल बनाते हों?

Hum murga painsaTh (65) khaate hoN, ya “Murugan idli” khaate hon,

Kabhi hua hai, teri moorat par, hum “Total” Mall banaate hoN?

(इन रेफरेन्स टू मुरुगेश पाल्लाया लॉर्ड शिवा आइडल )

(In reference to Murugesh pallya Lord Shiva Idol )

फिर भी तू उनको बाँट रहा, चेन्नई वालों की काट रहा,

कन्नड़ है मज़े के मौसम में, मद्रासी आँसू चाट रहा??

Phir bhi tu unko baant raha, Chennai waalon ki kaat raha,

KannaD hai maze ke mousam mein, madraasi aansu chaat raha??

अब दया करो, हमपर वरना, हम “रजनी” शरण में जाएँगे,

वो बादल नोच के लाएँगे, और गार गार बरसाएँगे!!

Ab dayaa karo, humpar warna, hum “Rajini” sharan mein jaaenge,

Wo baadal noch ke laaenge, aur gaar gaar barsaaenge!!

जग हँसेगा तोहरी महिमा पर, सब कहेंगे भक्ति सही नहीं,

जग में प्रभु की दृष्टि भी अब है सब पर एक-सी रही नहीं!!.....

Jag hansega tohri mahima par, sab kahenge bhakti sahi nahiin,

Jag mein prabhu ki drishti bhi ab hai sab par ek si rahi nahiin.....

बरसाओ अगर तुम सोए नहीं, चमकाओ बिजलियाँ थोड़ी तो....

गर नहीं जुटे बारिश तुमसे, ज़रा ठंडी हवा भी बहवा दो....

Barsaao agar tum soe nahiin, chamkaao bijliyaan thodi to....

Gar nahiin jute baarish tumse, zara thanDi hawa bhi bahwaa do....

दिखलाओ जगत को, की तुमको जब याद दिलाया जाता है,

भगवान भक्त की सुनता है, चेन्नई में वर्षा लाता है!!

Dikhlao jagat ko, ki tumko jab yaad dilaaya jaata hai,

Bhagwaan bhakt ki sunta hai, Chennai mein varshaa laata hai!!

बंगलौर के लोगों को तुम ये , पैगाम क्लियर कर ही दो आज!!

कभी धोनी जीत के लाता है, कभी ईश्वर बाँट के जाता है!!

Bangalour ke logon ko tum ye , paigaam clear kar hi do aaj!!

Kabhi Dhoni jeet ka laata hai, Kabhi ishwar baanT ke jaata hai!!

जय हो!! Jai Ho!!

-सप्रेम (With Regards)

पीयूष राज सख़्त-जानी "मद्रासवाले"

- Sukhanwar Piyush Raj Sakht-jaani “Madraswaale”

Emptiness lyrics- Rohan Rathore

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 19:23:00 +0000

"This song has a soul." That's all I can add to this great piece of creativity.

Hat's off to late Mr. Rohan Rathore, who left the world peacefully; after emptying his best of the feelings, in this one song; 'Emptyness'.

I am sharing the video with the Lyrics; for the ease of everyone.

O love of mine..

with a song and a whine..

You’re harsh and divine..

like truths and a lie.

But the tale's end not here..

I’ve nothing to fear,

for my love is yell of giving and hold on.

In the bright emptiness..

in a room full of it..

is the cruel mistress o ho....

I feel the sunrise

that nest all hollowness

for I have the way to go, not come…

And I feel so lonely yea..

There’s a better place from this, emptiness..

And I’m so lonely yea..

There’s a better place from this, emptiness.. yei yei yei ya….

Aa.. aa.. aa…..

Tune mere jaana

Kabhi nahi jana

Ishq mera dard mera.. haaye…

Tune mere jaana

Kabhi nahi jana

Ishq mera dard mera...…

Aashiq teraaa..

BheeD mein khoya rehta hai..

Jaane jahaaN..

Poochho to itna kehta hai..

And I feel so lonely yea..

There’s a better place from this, emptiness..

And I’m so lonely yea..

There’s a better place from this, emptiness......yei yei yei ye….:))

P.S: Rohan Rathore was a student from the Indian Institute of Technology, Guwhati, India. He had terminal cancer.

He wrote and sang the song 'Emptiness' for Supriya - a girl he loved more than anything and anyone in the world. Unfortunately, she didn't return his love. He sang about his hurt and longing, and even though they don't end up together, this song was something he felt he had to do. He died just 15 days after recording the song.
After his demise, Supriya got to hear this song. She committed suicide in grief. Truly a very painful love story.

May your soul rest in peace, dear Rohan.

Concluding with a memorable quote I read in a bar recently "If you are in love today, you will surely visit this place tomorrow; for your Emptiness."

Regards,
Sakht Jaani

The Lady

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 17:00:00 +0000

The Lion.....on Pencil

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 16:35:00 +0000

Regards,
Piyush Raj Sakht-Jaani

Recent Sketch

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 15:05:00 +0000

Kya Khuda Krishna Nahiin hai?

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 19:06:00 +0000

Tumko jab bhi Dar sataave,

Neend bhi tukDon mein aave,

MushkileN jhakjhor dein jab,

Aatma bhi kaanp jaave,

Door baitha wo, kahiin

Chupchaap, tumko bhaanp jaave,

Us ghadi, jab door se, kisi

Baansuri ki taan aave.

Raat ki chaadar udhaakar,

Neend ka takiya banaakar,

Aankh mein sapne sajaakar,

Saans ki lori banaakar,

Jo tumhe jhat se sulaa de,

Kya khuda mein Maa nahiin hai??

Kya Khuda Krishna nahiin hai??

तुमको जब भी डर सतावे,

नींद भी टुकड़ों में आवे,

मुश्किलें झकझोर दें जब,

आत्मा भी काँप जावे,

दूर बैठा वो, कहीं,

चुपचाप, तुमको भाँप जावे,

उस घड़ी, जब दूर से, बन

बाँसुरी की तान आवे.

रात की चादर उढाकर,

नींद का तकिया बनाकर,

आँख में सपने सजाकर,

साँस की लोरी बनाकर,

जो तुम्हे झट से सुला दे,

क्या ख़ुदा में माँ नहीं है??

क्या ख़ुदा कृष्णा नहीं है??

-सुखनवर सख़्त-जानी

जीवन, युद्ध, मित्र, और मिठास.....

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 21:01:00 +0000

जीवन की जिव्हा पर मेरे,
कुछ मीठा मीठा चिपका है,

मैं मन्त्र-मुग्ध हूँ, विस्मित हूँ,
इससे ज़्यादा, मैं क्या बोलूं?

मैं योद्धा हूँ, मेरा परिचय;
मेरा जीवन संग्राम में है,

मैं अर्जुन हूँ,
हूँ देव-पुत्र,
निर्भय हूँ, और कुछ हुनर भी है,

इस युग में सारथि नहीं मेरा,
मेरा कृष्ण मुझी में बसता है.

जब साहस मेरा डोले तब,
कुछ शूर-वीर मिल जाते हैं,

जब सपना मेरा टूटे तब,
सब ढाढ़स मुझे बँधाते हैं,

हैं भाई मेरे, कुछ मित्र मेरे,
जिनका मुझमे विश्वास अटल,

इनके सम्मान का विषम कवच,
मुझे तीर भेद नहीं पाते हैं,

कभी लड़ते जब गिर जाता हूँ,
जब गिरके ठोकर खाता हूँ,

सब ईष्ट-मित्र आ जाते हैं,
मेरी जान बचा ले जाते हैं,

और सच्चा शूर-वीर कहकर,
मुझे युद्ध में वापस लाते हैं,

फिर शंख नाद बज उठता है,
फिर रण-भेरी आह्वान करे,

जब साहस वापस आ जाए,
फिर अश्त्र-शस्त्र से कौन डरे?

मैं फ़िर पूरी जी-जान लगा,
फिर युद्ध-जीतने आता हूँ,

और बरसों से जाना है यही,
हर बार जीत के जाता हूँ!!

साहस और श्रम मिलके जो,
आत्म-विश्वास की रचना करते हैं,

फिर जीत तो मानो पक्की है,
जो डरते हैं, वही मरते हैं.

ये युद्ध नहीं पौराणिक कुछ,
ये जीवन का है चक्र-युद्ध,

कुछ पाने की अभिलाषा हो,
तो करें जगत से वीर-युद्ध,

जीवन एक बहती गंगा है,
हम मीन-मनुज सब एक से हैं,

जब चट्टानों से बहना हो,
है ऊँची गिरती धार-युद्ध.

जब जीत के ख्याति मिलती है,
सब मित्र-सहोदर आते हैं,

तब जीत की मीठे रस में,
कैसे लोट-पोट हो जाते हैं.

जीवन चलता जाता है फिर,
एक युद्ध नया लड़ने के लिए,

फिर नयी बुलंदी पाने को,
मूँह मीठा करके चलते हैं.

जीवन की जिव्हा पर मेरे,
कुछ मीठा मीठा चिपका है,

मैं मन्त्र-मुग्ध हूँ, विस्मित हूँ,
इससे ज़्यादा, मैं क्या बोलूं?

मित्रों,
बस इतना कहना काफ़ी होगा की इस काव्य को सरल हिन्दी में कहना दुष्कर था, हमारी संस्कृत-निष्ट हिन्दी ने इसको इसका सच्चा सम्मान दिया...आशा है आप सब को भी पसंद आएगी ये कविता, जो की 'वीर रस' में लिखी गयी है.....और मेरा ये विश्वास है, की English के बहाव में हिन्दी हमसे अलग नहीं हुई,बल्कि इस तेज़ बहाव में वो अब तह में आ बैठी है....

कभी कभी इस हिन्दी को कुरेदना, और सतह पे लाना अच्छा लगता है!!

आप सबके दृष्टिकोण हमें आपके पत्रों और ब्लॉग पर दी गयी टिप्पणी से भली भाँति मिलते हैं......और सच्चे मन से हम आपके इस सु-व्यवहार के आभारी हैं....

आते रहिए....लिखते रहिए......ब्लॉग का आनंद बना रहे....

सुख-प्रार्थी,
'सख़्त-जानी'
Akhouri Piyush Raj 'Sakht Jaani'

Kabhi Kabhi ki MeeThi Baatein.....

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 19:05:00 +0000

Hi,
Dear Friend.

I will like to share with you, something, I have stopped doing frequently nowadays. That's Blogging. Sharing my feelings over the virtual society of web. I have my reasons to defend my absence, but if you already know, that I am just trying to hide my laziness, I won't stop you from blaming me. Yes, this Overweight and Ugly writer, my friend, has become lazy nowadays. He has been a lazy guys since his birth, but maybe he just rediscovered his true self. And he is pretty much loving it. Please pardon him. He is still the same. The way you love him.

Well, but this recent 'something' I just came up with, reflects my idea of leisure. My days of Leisure..the fine days i love to spend with just 'me'..The days when I just feel the "normal" feeling of Happiness..the happy-go-lucky loner..And I hope many people of my age (and nature) can connect to this feeling....

I hope you love this too....

कभी कभी कुछ ख़ास ख़यालों में खो जाना,
कभी कभी बच्चा बनकर, बचपन दोहराना....

कभी कभी एक मीठी नींद की झपकी आना,
कभी कभी आईना देखना, और इतराना,

कभी कभी बंदर के जैसी शक्ल बनाना.....
नाक फुलाना,बाल बिखेरे मूँह बिचकाना.....

कभी कभी कुछ भी लिख देना, खुश हो जाना.....
कभी कभी शब्दों से लड़ना, ग़ज़ल बनाना.....

कभी कभी सागर के तीरे, तन्हा होना,
और पास पड़े अख़बार से, छोटी नाव बानना,

कभी कभी सन्नाटा सुनना, शोर मचाना....
कभी कभी “जगजीत सिंह” को सुनते जाना.....

कभी कभी रातों को जागना, "Maggi” खाना,
कभी कभी, कुछ बीती यादों में खो जाना,

कभी कभी, बिछड़े यारों को फोन लगाना,
कभी कभी तो खुद के साथ ही शाम बिताना.....

कभी कभी बस देर से ऊठ्ना, पेट दर्द का झूठ बहाना,
कभी कभी आलस का आना, बिना वजह office ना जाना...

कभी कभी तन्हाई भी कितनी प्यारी लगती है “पीयूष”....
पर सारी प्यारी चीज़ें, सोचो; कभी कभी ही क्यूँ होती हैं??

For the people, who find it difficult to go through the Devnagri Script.....MS Word just made it easier....

Kabhi kabhi kucch khaas khayaalon mein kho jaana,

Kabhi kabhi bacche bankar, bachpan dohraana....

Kabhi kabhi ek meeThi neend ki jhapki aana,

Kabhi Kabhi aaina dekhna, aur itraana,

Kabhi Kabhi Bandar ke jaisi Shakal Banaana.....

Naak phulaana,Baal bikhere mooh bichkaana.....

Kabhi Kabhi kucch bhi likh dena, khush ho jaana.....

Kabhi kabhi shabdon se laDna, gazal banaana.....

Kabhi kabhi nadiya ke teere, tanha hona,

Aur paas paDe akhbaar se, choti naav baanana,

Kabhi kabhi sannaata sunna, shor machaana....

Kabhi kabhi “Jagjeet Singh” ko sunte jaana.....

Kabhi kabhi raaton ko jagna, “maggi” khaana,

Kabhi kabhi, kucch beeti yaadon mein kho jaana,

Kabhi kabhi, bicchDe yaaron ko phone lagaana,

Kabhi kabhi to khud ke saath hi sham bitaana.....

Kabhi kabhi bas der se utthna, pet dard ka Jhooth bahaana,

Kabhi kabhi aalas ka aana, bina wajah office naa jaana...

Kabhi kabhi tanhaai bhi kitni pyaari lagti hai “Piyush”....

Par saari pyaari cheezein, socho; kabhi kabhi hi kyoon hoti hain??

I must thank you for the wonderful mails, messages and comments you post as your feedback. Special thanks to those who call back after reading it. I must tell you this, you are one of the most important reasons that has preserved the "Creativity" in me. And I am deeply indebted for this.

Keep reading.Its a good habit.

Regards,

Akhouri Piyush Raj "Sakht-Jaani"

Jo bhi jitni bar likhunga.....tum par hi har baar likhunga....:))

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 14:47:00 +0000

Hi friend,
It has been a really long time i have come up with something. Here it is, as all I was wondering that what to write about?? So I wrote, what I write....A poem....

This post is for you, my beloved reader.....

जो भी जितनी बार लिखूंगा,
तुम पर ही हर बार लिखूंगा!

दिल के कोरे काग़ज़ पर,
अब नाम तेरा ‘सरकार’ लिखूंगा....

तुम दो उत्तर, या ना दो तुम;
ख़त मैं बारम्बार लिखूंगा....    (बारम्बार= always)

लाख़ करो तुम नफ़रत हमसे,
‘नफ़रत’ को भी ‘प्यार’ लिखूंगा......

सरल नहीं सच्चाई लिखना,
पर मैं सच हर बार लिखूंगा`.....

इश्क़ के आँसू, आँख में भरकर;
याद करूँगा, ‘प्यार लिखूंगा’....

कभी कभी मुश्ताक़ लिखूंगा,                   ( मुश्ताक़ = interested, eager)
कभी कभी बेज़ार लिखूंगा,                 ( बेज़ार=angry, displeased)

लाख पुरानी बातें हो,
‘दो’ याद करूँगा; ‘चार’ लिखूंगा.....

शेर, पुराने क़िस्से, ग़ज़लें;
अपनी कुछ गुफ्तार लिखूंगा,               (गुफ्तार=Conversation, Discourse)

छाँट लो तुम; जो भी चुनना है,
मैं पूरा बाज़ार लिखूंगा......

मेरी ग़ज़ल के सुनने वालों,
तुम सब को आभार लिखूंगा,

प्यार लिखूंगा, प्यार लिखूंगा,
तुम्हें लिखूंगा, ‘प्यार’ लिखूंगा.....

In case it gets difficult to go through the text in Devnagri, here is the English text.....let me know if you liked it.

Jo bhi jitni baar likhunga,

tum par hi har baar likhunga!

Dil ke kore kaagaz par,

ab naam tera ‘sarkaar’ likhunga....

Tum do uttar, yaa naa do tum;

Khat main baarambaar likhunga....

Laakh karo tum nafrat humse,

‘Nafrat’ ko bhi ‘pyaar’ likhunga......

Saral nahiin sacchai likhna,

par main sachh har baar likhunga.....

Ishq ke aansu, aankh mein bharkar;
Yaad karunga, ‘pyaar likhunga’....

Kabhi kabhi mushtaaq likhunga,

kabhi kabhi bezaar likhunga,

Laakh puraani baatein ho,
‘do’ yaad karunga; ‘chaar’ likhunga.....

Sher, puraane kisse, gazlein;

apni kuchh guftaar likhunga,

Chhant lo tum; jo bhi chun-na hai,

Main poora bazaar likhungaa......

Meri gazal ke sunne waaalon,

tum sab ko aabhaar likhunga,

Pyaar likhunga, pyaar likhunga,
Tumhe likhunga, ‘pyaar’ likhunga.....

With love and regards,
- सख़्त-जानी alias

Dil ki baateiN......Ek din zindaa hua dil.....

piyush.namaste@gmail.com (Akhouri Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani © ) — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 22:03:00 +0000

Ek din zindaa hua dil,

Neend se jaaga huaa.

Saans li, kucch baat ki ,

Kabhi hans paDaa, kabhi ro Padaa

wo dhaDkaneN khaamosh si,

Kucch kaagazon par likh saka,

Kuch dhaDkanoN ki chaap mein,

Kehta gaya, suntaa gaya....

tooTate tukdon ko phir se joDkar,

kahne lagaa....

'Main kabhi zinda nahiin tha,

haan, magar andhaa nahiin tha....

dekhta aaya hoon sabko,

jo mere TukDon ki khaatir,

khud ke tukDe kar chuke hain....

Dil ki chaahat mein Piyush,

tum pattharoN se jaa lage ho.

chand meeThe bol kah,

kucch baatoN pe khaamosh rah,

Ek aashiqi ka chor ban,

phir, dil pe itne Zakhm sah,

Ghut ke yahiin mar jaaoge,

Ab bhi naa sambhle,

To maano, phir se mooh ki khaaoge!!'

Maine bas itna kahaa,

'Tu bas Dhadak, aur kucch na kar!!

Tujhse jab bhi sochta hoon,

Tu bhi zakhmi, main bhi zakhmi.

Kya buraa hai, jo agar,

Tum chup raho, hum chup rahein?'

"Faisale deemaag ko lene do,

Tum kucch naa kaho."

Phir ghaneri shaam ko,

Do Ghoont peeke jaam ke,

Wo laDkhaDaaya, gir paDaa,

Aur jhoomtaa seene mein jaakar,

Raat ki aagosh mein fir so gaya.

Dil sharaabi ho chuka hai,
Roz peeke jaagta hai,
Zindagi ke ghoont peene.

-Sukhanwar Sakht-Jaani

Maa, Sapnaa, ek sundar sapnaa, ...

Kal mousam baDaa suhaana thaa,

Thii chaand se roushan sab dharti!!

Thandi purwaa, ghar ka aangan,

Kucch pakne ki meethi khushboo,

Main aangan mein yoonhi jaise,

Kucch waqt bitaane ki khaatir,

Jhoole par jaake let gaya,

Aur chaand ko dekh raha thaa ki.....

Maloom nahiin, kab aankh lagii,

Aur jhoole ke hinDolon mein,

Palne waala aabhaas milaa,

Nav-shishu mera man vashibhoot,

Nidraa ke uDan khatole mein,

Natkhat, kilkaari bhartaa thaa.....

Sahsaa, maine aawaaz suni,

Shaayad chooDi takraane kii,

Ya daal mein ChhounK lagaane ki,

Shaayad meraa dhokha tha par,

Aahat thi Maa ke aane kii....

Wo aai, bagal mein baiTh gayii,

Takiyaa saadha, Mujhko dekha,

Phir dheere se boli mujhse,

“Mera shonu beTaa jaag gayaa”

Main vismit thaa, kucch kahaa nahiin,

Bas kilkaari bhar letaa thaa,

Kabhi haath paaoN chhitraata thaa,

Kabhi mooh se Laar bahaata thaa,

Ek umr ke baad thaa maine,

Maa ka saaf saaf chehra dekha,

Maine sapne mein bachpan dekha,

Ek sundar saa sapnaa dekha...

Tabhi neend khuli, main jaag gaya,

Jhoola khaali thaa, main tanhaa,

Thaa koi nahiin, abhi paas mere,

Main ek anjaane des mein baithaa,

Kaam kaaj ke chakkar mein,

Pariwaar chhod ke aaya thaa....

Arsaa beeta, ek umr hui,

Maine ghar waalon ko arson se,

Naa mails likhe, naa baatein kii,

Ek phone paDaa thaa paas wahiin,

Bas number Dial karnaa thaa,

Mujhe Maa se baatein karni thiiN,

Par wo bhi kahaan ho paati thiiN?

Tabhi phone bajaa, maine dekha,

Meri Maa ka number flash huaa,

Ek adbhut Kshan thaa, wo jaise.....

Meri aankh mein boondein bhar aaiN,

Maa boli, beta tujhe kahiin,

Disturb to maine kiyaa nahiin?

Main bebas thii, maine abhi abhi,

Tere bachpan ka sapnaa dekhaa.

Kabhi kisi bahaane tu bhi magar,

Hamein kabhi kabhi hi, yaad to kar?

Main kya kehtaa, main vismit thaa,

Bharrae gale se, “Maa” kahkar....

Main sisak sisak kar ro baithaa.....

Maa ki mamtaa se parichit thaa,

Bas taakat se anjaana thaa.....

Mamtaa ki shakti itni hai,

Maa aankhon mein bhar jaati hai,

Maa neeNd ki lori gaati hai,

phir sapnaa banke aati hai...

Hum door rahein, yaa paas rahein,

Mamtaa ki chhaya ke neeche,

Jhat 'bacchon se' so jaatein hain.....:))

I wrote this poem almost 2.5 years back, when I was there, far away; doing my internship at TUM, Germany. And this incident, really happened with me. I am posting this today as I found it written on a piece of paper, embedded between some important looking documents, while cleaning them. How come I lost this important poetry of mine? Anyways, called up mother, shared with her. As she wanted this, I am posting this for you all. Maa says; everyone, read every one of us, can relate this to our lives, where ever we are, and whatever we are, Mother matters. I believe, she is right.

This strong sensation, applies to both, my mother, and my motherland. One of the prominent reasons why I never, ever, will be interested in settling abroad.

Respects to my mother and every mother in this world. Mummies, you rock!!

Regards,

Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani

Aaj likhun.....kucch baat likhun.....

Aaj Likhun, Kuchh Baat likhun,Tanhaa dil ke haalaat likhun,
Kuchh sher kahun, kuchh kisse; aur kuchh lafzon ki barsaat likhun..........
Jo dil ke andar dafan huin, jise gusse mein kabhi kahaa nahiin,
Jo labon pe aake rukaa kabhi, us gusse ko bohtaat likhun........

Kucch Khaas puraani baatein hain, kuch naram-garam , kucch meethi see,
Jo nagmein abhi roushan hain, main Aaj wahi nagmaat likhun.......
Dil juDa kabhi kucch logon se, kucch ToD gaye, Kucch chhoD gaye,
Jo log abhi bhi baste hain, un logon ki kucch baat likhun............

Kucch seekha to kucch bhoola bhi, Kucch yaad rakha, Maqbul kiya,
Kabhi jeet ke Josh mein itthlaaya, kab maat hua, wo baat likhun.............

Aaj likhun kucch baat likhun...........
Jab koi nahiin suntaa meri.....
Main Chaand se Baatein Karta hoon.....

Life ka musical Chair.....

Aaj kucch ajeeb ajeeb baatein likhunga. Man kar raha hai sabse share karne ko aisi baatein jo roz nahiin hotiin. Shaayad kabhi bhi nahiin.

24 saal ka ho gaya hoon. Waisa zindaa picchle kucch saalon se hi hoon. Isse pahle mein bhi bheD Chaal chal raha tha. Apni koi thinking nahiin thi. Na koi raasta dikhaata tha, naa saath chaltaa tha, naa hi mere bataae raste par chalna chaahta tha. Aaj 2-4 sunne waale mere bhi hain, abni baat to likh loon.

Ek race hai, India mein, jise musical chair kahte hain. Sab log music bajne par douDte hain, aur music band hone ka intezaar karte hain. Jaise hi music rukaa, sab log ek ek kursi pakad lete hain. Music economic recession ka hota hai, douDte hain mere jaise laakhon students. Kursi to noukri ki hi hai.

Zyaada khelne waale ho jaaen, to is musical chair ko Economic recession kahte hain.

Magar is race ke kucch niyam badle hue hain. Is race mein jo students kursi nahiin pakad paate, wo kursi ke paae pakad kar bhi agle round tak khel sakte hain. Is race mein laakhon students har saal aa rahe hain, aur khel chalta rehta hai. Kabhi kursiyaan badhti hain, kabhi ghat jaati hain. Students ka aana nahiin rukta. Aaj har kursi ke chaahne waale kam se kam 10 to hain. Elimination round nahiin hai kucch, zindagi sabko purzor khelne ka mouka deti hai.

Phir bhi, inme se bhi kuchh pahle hi haar maanke nikal lete hain, game se. Aur to aur, dheere dheer aap music chair khelte hue andar ke concentric circles mein khelne pahuch jaate hain, jahaan competition aur tough hai. Isme wo log khelte hain jo promote hote hain. Kucch drugs ke nashe mein, kucch pyaar ke nashe mein, kucch dar se, to kucch aise hi apna khel khatam samajh lete hain. Inme se kucch mere jaise bhi hote hain. Ek mukammil kursi ki taak mein jaldi jaldi doudte hain, ki koi bhi ek kursi mil jaae, to jeet apni. Maine bhi apni kursi dark e mare hi pakdi thi. Warna main kabhi khelna nahiin chaahta thaa.

Main bhi, kam-o-besh aisa hi hoon. Germany gaya tha internship karne. Gore logon ki sundar duniyaa dekhne. Seekhne. Aur thodi bahut majoori karne. Sab kiya. Man lagaakar. Masti bhi kii saath saath. Acchha waqt guzaara. Recommendation letters jugaade. Papers likhe. Ek acchi firang university mein to admission bhi mil gaya M.S. Karne ka. Main khush tha.

Magar, 2008 June tak musical chair shuru ho chuka tha. Germany mein Padhaai hoti hai, magar noukri nahiin milti. Paise nahiin milenge to mera education Loan koun bharega? Engineering bhi to Koi IIT-NIT se kii nahiin. Tier 2 college ka student, wo bhi middle income group ka. Videshi M.S. ke baad bhi, agar yahaan nahiin reh paaya to India mein koun se Santre phale hain?? MS karne ki icchha to thi, but musical chair mein hissa nahiin liya, to Zindagi saari khade khade guzar jaaegi. Game jo band nahiin hota!!

Bhaag aayaa wahaan se. Musical Chair shuru hone se pahle,Campus placement mein kucch jobs mili thiin, unmse se best waali pakad lii. Logon se baat karna accha lagta hai, band kamre mein mera dam ghutata hai. So ruled out the option of RnD. Production mein magajmaari bahut thii. Learning curve bhi sapaat hotaa hai. RnD ka raasta chhod diya. Production bhi, aur Marketing le lii. Poori tarah se salesman naa dikhne lagoon, to Engineering ki laaj rakhne ko Service marketing join kar lii.

Aajkal Deputy manager lagaa hua hoon. Product performance reports banaata hoon. Log kucch khaas acchi baatein nahiin karte mere profession mein, to Internet ke zariye aap logon se mukhaatib hota hoon. Isiliye blogging bhi chal paDi.

Musical chair filhaal band chal rahi hai. Paas mein ek acchi kursi bhi pakde hue hoon 2 saalon se.

Marketing mein accha kaam kiya hai. Best trainee thaa picchle saal. Is baar bhi best rating milni chaahiye.Saal bhar mein promotion pakka. Manchaaha transfer dene ko bhi maan gaye hain office waale. Mujhe khush honaa chaahiye. Party karni chaahiye. Magar aisa nahiin hai. Main abhi bhi khush nahiin hoon.

Papa pahle Engineer banana chaahte the. Mujhe Lawyer banne ka man thaa. Yaa fir fine arts seekhne ka. Yaa architecture. Conclusion- Main Engineer ban gaya. Dil se compromise karne ke liye field baDi rahi. Mechanical Engineering kii. Jis field mein dekha, kusriyaan kam thiin. Mechanic relatively safe game tha. Kursiyaan thiin kaafi.

Maa mujhe manager dekhna chaahti hai. Deputy manager to hoon hi. But usko man hai ki main degree waala manager banoon. Certificate ke saath. Main abhi bhi kucch creative banna chaahta hoon. Magar jaanta hoon. Ab mere management karne ke baad hi ghar waale dam lenge.

Papa mummy ko koun samjhaae, ki 99 percent degree wale engineer aur manager farzi hote hain, musical chair khelne waale!!

Main khelna nahiin chaahta, magar phir bhi, ek naya musical chair phir se khlena hoga!! CAT likhna padegaa is saal. Isme kursiyaan badi kam hain.

Phir meri shaadi ho jaaegi. Arranged. Kisi musical chair khelne waali se.

Agle saalon mein mere bacche khelenge Musical Chair. Zindagi bhar.

Hehehe, saala Olympics mein musical chair kyoon nahiin hotaa?? Indians zaroor jeetate.

Musical Chair khelte hue zindagi kat jaaegi lagta hai. Din hue, chess nahiin khelaa. Wo mere mijaaz ka game hai, aaraam se baitho. Dimaag lagaao. Shah aur Maat.

Regards,

Sakht Jaani

Blog Revamped- Spread the word.....

Dear Friends, welcome back to the revamped blog. I will try to focus to be regular up on my blog now onwards. We can chat here, talk all the bullshit we are full of; right here. Apparantly, it pays.(I heard there is something called Google Adsense). Moreover, better than making Office ‘Junk’ reports.

The picture attached represents a Service Engineer. I am sure all of you agree that an already burning candle, trying to torch up its own ass for the sake of the community, to enlighten the darkness of a moonless night, is the picture perfect example of what my Job is like. It also shows that I still have some sense of humour left. And it’s wicked.

I can call me Deputy manager- Field Service. I can also call me Vice President- Field Service, Kolkata territory. Or maybe I can take it a step ahead to call it- Chairman, Kolkata Field service Engineering solutions. Whatever I call it, the fact remains the same. I am one damn stinkin’ service Engineer. My job is to make customers happy. Yes, by torching up my ass. By listening up to their complaints and their grievances. By trading my happiness with their sorrow about the product some sales lameass hoodwinked them with. Give me few more thousand salary hike and my ass is up for sale. People with my job profile are always ready to double up as Male Escorts. I love bamboozling. Gradually Customers understand that.

The moments I am not a service engineer, I double up as an office clerk. In a fashionable way. Only I can order me to take print outs of something so unimportant that only has relevance to me. Or at times to my Weasel Boss. Apparently he has finished 2 more diaries since I last time mentioned his note making habits about all the bullshit around him. Poor Soul.

And the moment I try to bring the Weasel out of me, I am here. The POS blogger you love reading. The nerd you used to hate in College. The same fat lame ass. My very self- The Sakht Jaani.

Guys, let me welcome you once again to my POS www.piyushraj.blogspot.com

Please comment on what needs to be further revamped here. (Suggestions like “Go, jump in a well and Die!!” or “please delete this blog” will be not be entertained anymore due to thousands of similar mails reaching daily and blocking my mailbox.)

And now as a complete loser cliché , I am leaving with this- LOVE YOU ALL*

(*Read as: I don’t care who you are or if you even exist anymore).

Respect.

Sakht Jaani

Slaughter.....

It happened a few days back. I was 15 minutes late to office. And in my standards, 15 minutes late is equal to 15 minutes since the super boss has arrived, and now the attendance register is in his room. So you got to enter his fortress in his observation, and sign the attendance register as he passes some sarcasm and a note, maybe. Moral of the story: Leave the taxi back in Jam, run like a horse, and reach the office sweating, possibly thinking excuses what made you late today to reach the office. Traffic Jam has nowadays become a cliché and is rarely accepted.

I left the taxi 1 km away from Beckbagan and decided to speed up through walking. I took an unknown path to reach the office. I was rushing, cursing and sweating. Given a chance, my immediate boss would love to feed me to super boss, provided he was a cannibal.

I suddenly stomped on a pile of cow dung. It was fresh cow dung. Soft like tart, warm like curry. (I really suck in explaining situations and comparing them, I know. But I enjoy tart and curry too. It’s just that I am a filthy moron, at times!!) Would it have been a rainy season, and had I been my ordinary self in leisure hours, I would have given it a smile and moved on. But this was Wednesday. Farthest from the past Sunday and the coming weekend. A day which has been rated: ‘the saddest day in a workers routine’.

The splash caused a scathe enough to mount my anger to its new heights. My pants were soiled. My shoes were dripping wet with filth. I was 20 minutes late now. And I was now going to be a minimum 40 minutes late. Bosses were surely going to shoot me down! The day was spoilt.

I cursed in the air: “Bloody %^&$#LES, someone kill the stray cows!!”

And this was the moment; I just realized where I was. This track I had chosen was a passing through mostly- Muslim settlement and I was specifically in the butcher’s lane; right mid-way. The cow I had cursed, was probably hanging right there, in front of me. She was drooping through a rope, upside down. Her head lay right beside her. She was surrounded with gat flies. She was shining as if made of plastic, and her skin was completely removed. Blood was still leaking through some pores.

The shit I had just impinged on; was maybe the last act of the petrified beast I had just cursed. I was stunned to notice. And penitent to the last-ditch.

There were more than 20 such shops. And more than 40 such beasts, goats, cows and buffaloes; hung there pleading to me, for forgiveness. Forgiveness, for a minor mistake of unmannered behaviour of losing their senses, just when the death approached them. The mistake, that should not be forgiven even after they have offered their meat, skin and bones; including their lives.

It was not the first time I had seen a dead animal up for sale. I myself have bought meat several times from the butcher market. But it definitely was the first time, my soul communicated to the soul of the thousand beasts slaughtered. I got to feel a small fraction of the pain they go through. I was completely moved.

The phone rang. It was boss on another side. “Piyush, where are you?? You know what is the time?? How many times will I have to tell you......”.

The boss can go to hell. I cut the line from my side. The next thing I was up to was taking a taxi back to home. I was done for the day. Be it a sick leave, or a loss of pay, I was going to share some good time with my soul.

Still what remains in my memoir is the head of the cow, still seeking forgiveness. I can never forget her eyes, neither the fact that you should never curse someone for causing harm to you. You never know what it might have gone through before laying shit on your path.

I don’t know a baby who was evil or jealous by birth. He gradually grew into one, in a process to adjust and succeed among us large-hearted humans.

Sometimes, it really amazes me to witness that I have everything I will ever need. It’s right here in this world. All I will have to do is exploiting it from a fellow human or Mother Nature. Both have ample to offer, it’s all up to my greed. What are we, if not a parasite??

Regards,

Sakht Jaani

Interactions with the almighty......

February 21st 2010.....Krishna Temple......A loner pays the Almighty Lord ‘Shri-Krishna’ a visit....for the five prominent reasons:
1. Its long time he has got to sit in a serene, calm environ.
2. He believes he has turned an atheist and his relationships with god are at a verge of a break up.
3. He is damn frustrated with his job.
4. Nothing great to do this ‘Sunday’. Who else to bore? Let’s try God; he thought.
5. He wants to give some time to himself for thinking.

1300 Hrs.....the temple is really empty.....There sits a round bellied half-nude man counting all the coins that were gathered in the morning Puja.......there is a sick old lady.chanting beads....2 young kids playing around the Main Building.....It’s a small nice institution...with colour shades of brown, orange and Grey....with some flower plantations around the temple; and a load of plucked flowers in front of; yes ‘God’! Sorry forgot to mention him at the first place. It’s his place, and that explains why everything is set up that way. God, and his godly ways to soothe his people!!

As he reaches, rings the bell, everybody notices him, including God, for a while. “Man, he is young, single, in pink of health, apparently Happy, with no flowers to offer; what brings him here? Must have come to meet his girlfriend; the location set at the God’s abode”; they murmur. The young man smiles at the lady, and she quickly is back to her bead-chanting. He then smiles at the priest, the priest nods for a moment and then he is back to his money counting, annoyed of one more visitor.

So, now nobody noticing, it’s between him and God now. The regular father to son chat begins.

“Hi, God!”,he says.

“Hi, Son! Long time, no see?”

“Ya, been a bit busy lately. You know I have a job to do.”

“Do you mean to say I am Jobless?”

“Nah, dad!! I am not saying that. I am just saying that my job is keeping me too busy. You know, like every regular gentleman, even I have started hating my Job, my bosses, my work so much that everything else is just ignorable. My agony is that it’s becoming unbearable. You put me in Marketing. Precisely selling and servicing trucks and buses. My customers are uneducated. They love bullying. All they understand is discount and warranty. Technology is like potato for them. They are least bothered if you are an Engineer. If it benefits them anyhow economically, you are welcome. Now you try explaining them that putting this advanced aggregate will cost this much of savings. And they will ask you, if the aggregate will deliver coins after a certain period. They will convince you that we are still far behind every educated country, just by their satisfied grin they get after irritating you.

My boss is an idiot. He loves sitting on his computer and sending reminders. His ultimate wish is to install GPS on each of his subordinates, so that he can observe there activity sitting Idle on his station. All he is good is with making Files. He has a diary with him which he maintaining since the day he was born. His first Entry Reads: “Monday, June 21, 1958. Ejaculated. Meeting with Doctor: 1 PM. Have to discuss the poor service quality architecture of the Hospital. Bath-Delayed. Nurse-Ugly.” And similar listings he has been following since then. I hate him more or pity him , I am not able to decide yet.

There are no girls in my Office. Excluding our receptionist with over-done makeup, who is semi-educated, semi-standard and reasonably cheap in flirting with everyone; My office looks like Sahara Desert. Enclosed within Walls. Our interiors suck. Our AC makes sound like Boeing-747, liberates air with zero value addition to its temperature. Every employee here is ready to eat up his sub-ordinate, boot-lick his boss, and sleep with any woman entering the office. Everyone is set to take bribe with no one to offer. We keep ogling at every female which passes by. We make bullshit reports which benefit no one. Out of eight working Hours, we attend the office for 12 hours and have a productivity of 2 hours. It’s a Gay land. Every boss is behind our arse.

God, I am pissed off. Why did you plan this Job for me? Look at you, flowers around you. Nice kids playing around. Soothing bells ringing. Incense sticks. Fresh Fruits. Sweets. 24 Hour attendant. Donations. Devotions. Ladies. And you get to satisfy everyone. You are a legend. You have an awesome resume; using which you can be worshiped anywhere in this world. You maintain an awesome dating record, in and out your Office. What else one wants?? You, apparently have the best Job profile in this world. I envy You.”

“Son, you have titillated me to an extent where I am bound to tell you what all I do all the day. Promise me you will be bold enough to bear this. I am going to tell you my Job profile.”

“Ya, Ya. Go On.”

“Beta, is it true you Joined your Job when you were 22? And will retire when you will be 58?. And your will die, may be after a decade??”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“I am doing this Job of being God since my first day of Existence. They remind me that every year by waking me up at 12 in the night, irritating me by playing songs, dipping me in milk, Washing me in chilled water. It’s called Janmashtami. You know that, don’t you? You get a holiday on that day. For me, being God is a 365 day Job, 24 hours a day. I have been doing this since thousands of years. I can’t retire. I am immortal. ”

“I understand, Almighty. It must be hurting.”

“No, No. You don’t understand. Not everyone comes down to my temple just for the sake of chilling it up like you do. People have complaints. Grievances. Everyone of them. Somebody wants a Job. Somebody wants a promotion. Somebody wants his colleague not getting promoted. Somebody wants his boss to die. Somebody wants a loan. Everyone needs money. Nobody nowadays reaches me for happiness. All they need is some material comfort. Ladies- they just hang around to show off their sarees to their friends.Most of them them do puja for a complete show off.

Trust me, 98 percent of the singers who sing prayers to me, are having a course voice; or have entirely no sense of singing. I can’t shoot them, because here I Stand, since times immemorial, holding this fake POS silver flute, which I can’t play for security reasons. You do know how to play a flute. I taught you, remember?”

“Yeah, what is with this flute? Please Elaborate.”

“Nothing great. It’s a fancy item I am supposed to hold the entire day. I can’t play it anymore. First, it won’t work. Second, even if I mend it with my magical powers, ff I am discovered playing it, there will be thousand of devotees out there to hear me for sheer publicity. Remember, some time back when your Lord Ganesha, tried sipping some milk they offer him daily. CNN, BBC and media all around the world came down to interview him and his ugly fat-bellied priests. There was so much of Hue and Cry and Hype.Priests made record revenue out of it!! I hate doing that. Even Ganesha swore to Lord Shiva he is not trying that Milk ever again!! So basically, I haven’t tried my favorite hobby since a long, long period.”

“Hmmmmm.....I understand, God!!”

“No, you don’t! Imagine if I walk up to your house everyday morning, 700 hours and ask a son, a job, or a promotion!! Imagine somebody burning Camphor, right below your nose, 4 times a day with some irritating bells, and that’s how waking you up!! I am God, not a Bartender!! Imagine sitting next to the best of the flowers and sweets, and not trying any of it; just because you are God!! At the same time, this lousy pot-belly grabbing all your offerings, selling sweets back to the shops and slipping money to his pocket. This fat bugger, you see here, counting Coins; recently bribed 2 lakhs to Gov’t Officials for his son’s job, all straight from the temple fund. Now, when his son got the Job, he keeps publicizing that it was all my miracle. Yeah, why not! Helplessly, I mumble. Even that money came from Seth DhanpatRai for his charity; for his name and tax savings at the same time. You know, donations to me are tax-free under section 80GG??”

“Now, that’s sarcastic......God!!”

“No, it’s not sarcastic. That’s plain truth. You donate money for tax saving, erect temples for Land acquisitions; fight not for temples, but for politics. You Humans invented temples and mosques for your own benefits. Sometimes I feel I shouldn't have disclosed you all my existence at the first place. First you confirm that I exist, then you learn that I am profitable, and then use me as a religious tool? Since when my abode became your concern?? Politics, corruption, and bribery, even Gods are not spared from it anymore.”

“Hey, stop abusing my Human race. Not all of us are that bad. I don’t do that to you. I never bring you flowers or sweets for some promotion or anything that weird. I don’t seek anything than happiness, which I harvest for myself. All I ask is companionship and confidence, all which you are good for. I play flute for you, whenever I get a chance to see you. See this, I got my flute with me, so that we two can chill it up. But, apparently, you are really in a bad mood today. Should I visit you some other time?”

“Son, I am not complaining. Don’t take it personally. Please understand, it’s all about adjusting. So far, I have always adjusted to everything you have offered. You offer me Gold, or Rice, it’s all the same for me. I see the feeling behind that offering. The emotion behind it! Then why do humans don’t learn the same thing ? Why do they always complain, never try to adjust or fight against the odds? Even being God, I am unable to understand. On failing, they just can’t blame me that I wasn’t supporting them. You know that, I am always supporting everyone. Diplomatically, I am least bothered about the low-performers like your boss. But those who do well, or strive to do so, you see how sure I make that they come up!! You know the 6 sigma principle, how can I make everyone perfectly happy from day one?”

“Hehehe....diplomatic you are!!”

“Stop grinning. The way you look at my Job, the way I look at yours. You boss around many people, and get a good salary. And I know you have managed to date that receptionist sometimes, and moreover, you are dating some good chicks around your office. Aren’t you??”

“Hehehe! Now that’s not good. I came here to seek happiness and advice, not these loose remarks. You yourself were pretty famous in dating around....in spite of Being in love with RadhaJi....Weren’t you?”

“Isn’t it the same thing you do, O copycat son of mine!! Listen, you know that Radha and I didn’t get to marry each other....family issues....this should not happen with you!! Dating chicks is ok, but your main focus from Lady you love shouldn’t go haywire. Men are not monogamous, but not from soul. ”

“Yeah, I understand. I am working hard on getting things back on track. Family issues are a secondary problem, ‘Pahle bandi to maan Jaae!!’ Wait for some time....perhaps time i shealing up things....anyways,, do you want to hear some Flute?”

“Why Not, first let me put this fatso priest to sleep. He anyways sleeps during these hours!! Yeah, now, play something happening!!”

“Hehehe....I wonder if people hear you saying this...you will lose a considerable market support....playing something happening...any song on request?”

“Yeah, play that ‘Noor-e-khuda’ tune from ‘My name is Khan’!! The movie rocks!!’”

“Easy....God....easy.....playing.....by the way, how is Lord Shiva doing?”

“Worse....he is completely fed up....don’t ask....he is planning to open his third-eye pretty soon.....I will tell you later...long story..concentrate on Flute now!!”

The next few hours were pure music sessions with the God. Away from the office and temple routine time-pass and tensions, both had a great time. What a delightful Sunday, it was!!

Disclaimer: Woven from complete imagination....hope it doesn't embarrass any devout from visiting a temple. Go man, temples are good, even God knows why you have come!! If he doesn't help you, he is skipping work. If you want something, go get it. Don't let anybody else tell you that you can't.

God invented man, and man re-invented god. Initially to explain the various phenomena he can't, later to explain the illogical stories he wanted the public to believe, which couldn't have been logical without assigning ultimate illogical powers to the almighty. Then he gave 'God' a name, a nomenclature. And then he weaved that very faith into style,and Called it Religion. The 'religion' had a set of rules and practices, profitable to a certain sect of masterminds, and that how the very Idea of religious politics started. The longest running Drama in history, with God participating in the play in a very small but central Role, and everybody else having a role to play.

No body ever challenged this whole game plan!! What an Idea, SirJi!!
Learn Dear Friends,
Naaham Vasaami Vaikunthe, Yoginaan Hridayen Cha,
Madbhaktaah yatra gaayanti, Tatra Tisthaami Naarad!!

With no offense to religious leaders, please don't tell us how we should be treating God.When parents nowadays are our best friends, why can't God be?? Afterall, he is the ultimate father. And we all know that.

Regards,

Sakht Jaani

Main Chaand se Baatein karta hoon

A fresh poetry I wrote few nights Back....perhaps vindicates my affections to the moon.....Well, I am crazy, and you all know that!! That's what is romance, Morons!! Enjoy.....

Kabhi yoon bhi sard si raaton mein, main Chaand se Baatein karta hoon......

Jo baat koi samjha naa sake, main usse poochha karta hoon......

Kucch pyaar ki baatein hoti hain, takraar ki baatein hoti hain.....

Kucch teri khabar wo deta hai, Do chaar to baatein hoti hain.......

Teri Khidki mein kabhi kabhi, wo jhaankta hai meri khaatir,

Aur fir shaayad madhoshi mein, wo agli raat nahiin aata....

Wo bhi aashiq tera shaayad, saari baatein batlaata nahiin,

Jab teri baat chhupaata hai, bas Ghatta Badhta rehta hai.....

Ek roz mahine mein aakar, wo sab baatein batlaata hai....

Us roz chaandni hoti hai, Har taraf ujaala hota hai........

Main khaamoshi se suntaa hoon, wo chamak chamak ke kehta hai....

Aur jab Main in kisson mein khokar neend ki god mein so jaaun,

Tum sapne mein mere aati ho, Aur bilkul chaand si Dikhti ho.......

Aur phir hum dono paDe PaDe phir GhantoN baatein karte hain.....

Phir Subah ki dhoop yahaan aakar, tumhe door kahiin le jaati hai.....

Main Chaand ki khwaahish mein din bhar fir waqt guzaara karta hoon....

Shaayad tumko batlaa na sakoon, Jazbaaton ko samjhaa na sakoon,

Par chaand to meri suntaa hai!!

Gar kisi roz tum khidki se, use taank jhaank karti paao,

Use apne paas bulaa lena, dhamkaana mat, Dar jaaega,

Gar poochhogi usse, to mera haal bayaan kar paaega........

Batlaaega tumko, main Kaise waqt guzaara kartaa hoon,

Kyoonki tum baat nahiin karti, Main chaand se baatein karta hoon......!!

Kabhi isi bahaane tum bhi to mujhe kisi bahaane yaad karo??

Comments are are always heartily welcome......

Aapka,

Sakht Jaani

A blissful day....January 1st 2010....Welcome.:))

My hearty greetings to the readers of the blog!! As the day sets in, leaving behind an entire year 2009, with its good and bad memories intact; we see a new morning of 2010, bringing a set of new hopes to believe in and new commitments to fulfil. Welcoming we humans, the clock is reset for a new year.(Well, I still don’t believe even dolphins or any creature gives a damn about new year celebrations. But, then I guess, being a human, I must support our cause; and party). Basically, congratulations!!

I just woke up, and sunlight entering my room through the curtain pores (and through all the fireworks dust of last night and that further torn stratosphere), sat beside me, and asked me to write. And I asked it, why now??

It said, “It’s a new year Idiot! Act human, say grace, offer prayers, make a wish or a resolution and go out and mingle. Go do your regular acts, send new year messages, buy beer, call old lost ones, order chicken and for god’s sake clean your room. It’s a mess! Welcome the New Year with a cleaner heart and a purer mind. Come on, wake up!!”

I asked,” Mother Nature, isn’t it the exact commandment you gave me last year, minus the beer and the chicken part? Come on, something new, eh?”

She said, “that’s why I want you to write! Write about things those went well last year and things which went wrong you want to still mend. Mull over it and who knows, you may like to make a resolution!!”She smiled.

I mouthed,” Now I get your plan!! You want me to mull over the issues which kept bothering me last year, isn’t it? You want me to look back to my previous endeavours; both business and personal, and churn out a way to get things going again. May be, forgiving old enemies, looking back to lady-I-love, Looking back to the dreams I own, and learning from the mistakes I have made, isn’t it? So that’s what gift you have brought for me this year; happiness?? I love you, Mother Nature!!”

She didn’t say anything, just kissed on my cheeks and vanished. Clouds took her with them. So I woke up, and am here with my lappy on my laps.

I am going through my previous post. What all crap is that? Moving on by looking for someone else? Trying new business with new people, new acumen? Man, that was a sad post. Can’t be me. Since when did I started blaming myself, accusing my habits, or even think about marrying?? It must have been a real low point for me, gladly I don’t remember much. Ah 2009, what all you made me do last year, yaar?:-)

Business: It’s a new day, with a new start. The idea has really changed. Last idea didn’t click, but Chalta hai!! Now I am cooking something I like to eat. Computer stuff is for geeks. I am a mechanical Engineer, I should never have changed my religion by trying something I am not good at. I mean, I am not saying I shouldn’t have tried at all. But then, it was not the best Idea for my first start up. Come on, let’s cook some machine. Time for an invention, a patent (I miss my vision to glorify my resume, hehe!!). There are plenty of areas of Research. And hundreds of my areas of Interest. Let’s try this one, I am sure 2010, you aren’t planning to screw this too, eh? Prepare to see me richer this year, dude. You are not a bad year, really. Neither was 2009. It’s just that my emotional part of business man is now getting driven by sentiments, and not by emotions. Ankur, thanks for visiting Kolkata. I owe you big time, buddy!! Work is on. Returns are expected. I embrace you brothers, once again. I m back.

Love and relationships: Bla Blaaa Blaaaaa Blaaaaaaaa!! I did say that it’s time to move on, didn’t I? That was sick of me. Wasn’t it like treating my love interest just like business interest?? She never paid me to love her. Neither had she ever bothered. It was all the time me, running after her. Like a crazy guy, on the QT, spying around her place, to catch a glimpse of her. To stammer while talking to her, to imposter calls, just for the sake of hearing her voice. You catch flights, pan-India, to just steal a mobile number. To travel down a city for the first time, just to get her whereabouts. To befriend her friends. To learn what she likes, to be what she might like. And in turn of events, I find that I have learnt things I would never have known had I not fallen in love with her. To be exposed to hours of bullshit lectures, from all friends, to leave all this crap; to seek a new companion. To find a new girl in life? Anjali, I love you for being so kind to me, but again, I beg to differ. I decline to change, when it comes to her issue. Let me suffer,its really worth it!!

All these years, I have witnessed that just a glimpse of her is able to make me feel better, regain my confidence. When I am there in the group, having a debate (part of my job profile), there she is, right on my mobile wallpaper. If I miss a point, I have a glance at her pic, and I know what to say. I win. Her voice is just able to soothe up my soul, even if she isn’t aware that there is me on the other side of wire.

My poetries, my writing capability, my ability to express, sing, dance, cook, composing music; is all because of her. What I am today is very much because of her. Had I not loved her, I definitely have been a different person. I am a marketeer, and I do well; just because she is there in backdrop of my mind. And I realize that I am getting better in selling concepts just because I am preparing myself to sit someday in front of her, and convince what makes me go crazy about her. To justify my point someday; sitting over a coffee session. How a ‘Chhapri ’person of my kind, can convince someone so adamantly about it, that how humble-noble his ideas are, when it comes to love. How Romeo can turn into Michelangelo, I am yet to express. Love happens. Shit happens too. Hehehehe.

I do not claim that I haven’t tried to look for an alternative. In last 7 odd years, I befriended many girls. Dated. Drove them around beaches hiring bikes from Friends. Had Moccachino in cafe coffee day with chocolate brownies and gained weight (Never matter who paid!). Dinners. Salsa Classes. Passed tissue papers when they discussed their ‘miserable’ hostel life, nodded when they wanted an opinion, hugged when they wanted a ‘boyfriend who cares’, held their hands when in a social gathering. I did it all. I pretended being a boyfriend every time. One good thing, never got that naughty, and didn’t did that (you know what!). Integrity and Virginity preserved.:))

Then came the emotional side of relationship. When I tried to focus on any one girl, to consider the relationship seriously, there she was, amidst my thoughts, hung up everywhere. Falling from trees. Smelling from flowers. Mobile wallpaper. Orkut albums. Facebook. Thoughts. Feelings. Happiness. Sorrow. Crazy stuff. She was everywhere. Now where do I go? I never had an alternative. I never found me out of it. It was just her, the only one who ever did fit in my dreams. I am innocent and shouldn’t be hung for loving someone as cute as her. She was the only chosen one, and stays there deep within without much competition. Come on, something good as this can’t be a crime. All I want is ‘TV’, and this is the only truth I am sure about.

Chalo, I agree to never have full heartedly approached. Like a big time coward, I tried knowing her through her friends/ pals. And blew it up several times. Pissed her off several ways. God forgive me, but tell me one better way I can reach her. I just believe the very thing, I haven’t left a stone unturned. I have taken every one’s advice, then yours. It’s your turn god, if you think I am a good son of yours, help me. One more thing God Ji, just curious to ask, are we men really monogamous by nature??.....hehehe.....who knows better? You yourself are a man.....have seen many pictures of you hung around my home with various woman.....They call you Krishna, and accept your thing. They call me Krishna, and I become a pervert flirt? Not good.....not good at all......:))

God, I have things to discuss with you. It has been a really long time I have visited your place. No temples, no churches; and no confessions since a long time. Time bhi kahaan milta hai!! I will drop you a letter soon. Just learnt recently about your Mayapur ISKCON temple. Will plan to visit it this month. Ok?

I will call her and wish her a Happy New Year Today. That’s for sure. I hope this won’t be registered much negatively. Now, wishing Happy new year is a good thing, isn’t it? Even reliance guys wish happy New Year to Airtel guys. Anyone can wish anyone today. Happy New Year, folks. Love life.

What else!! I am full with happiness this morning. A blissful day indeed. Time to wake up, and wake my CAT lover flatmate who lies there in his room; damn drunk. He is a good guy, bus paisa paisa kam kare!!

Good morning to all. I am back. Full heartedly. Stay tuned to read more from me. Adios..........:))

Love and Prayers,
Sakht Jaani