Loneliness

Not sure if everyone has goes through this phase of life, but am sure am no exception sent by God. I am a normal human, wrapped with lot of confusion and stupidly insane thoughts.

I live in dream world, either in past or in future, which is screwing up my present. Introspecting into this dreamy nature of mine, I found out that I am a loner. I have a laundry list of friends, but I dont put an extra effort to do things for them and hence they reciprocate accordingly. Life treats you in your own coin.

I ask questions to myself for which I have no answers and have no link on the source of the answers either, so this stupid mind keeps on wandering. I am of Age, wherein guys are earning, making their lives and settling down. Ask me this, you will know am actually chasing a wild goose which is not even visible, which means I don`t even know where to start from.

Optimism in me, has got extinct like a rare species of Dinosaur. Seeking that Divine intervention, that divine light. To show me the way........

Main Yahan Badalne Aaya Hoon.

Over 65 years we have been waiting for a just government. Our patience and perseverance lied in participating in those 30 and more elections, voting and choosing our representatives in the parliament. The question I raise is what has the common man got out of this? Does he deserve the treatment he is subjected to? Why is he forced to pay the govt baabu for doing his bloody job, for which the govt is as it is going to pay at the end of the month. Questions galore, answers rare.

Cut to 2011, the social-networking age. There comes a person, as simple as any simple farmer strolling down his farm in a village. He has a smile which is very honest. His intentions are clear. He is willing to give his life for his objective. He seems to be the answer for all the questions that the common man is asking all this years. He is Anna Hazare.

Lokpal movement noticed by the nation in last 15 days is a noise, that has sent tremors down the comfortable offices of corrupt officials and politicians. Yesterday, Lokpal Movement deserved its victory. But as Anna said it right, the fight has just begun.

On My march from Bandra Station to Juhu circle last week, I met a person. He was physically handicapped. His legs limped, but his intentions walked chin-up with loud thuds of confidence.

He said few words that touched my conscience. He said, "Main yahan Badalne aaya hoon". He was honest to accept that in some or the other way he had participated in corruption but today he was here, because he wanted to change. Somewhere, I deeply agreed to him. I want to thank him, but to my bad luck he escaped in the lakhs of Anna supporters before I could come back from my Soul stirring experience. How true were the words of that amazing young man. He along with lakhs have realised the real meaning of Mahatma Gandhis Words, "Be the Change, you want to see". Yes, I want to be the change, I want to see in this world. With this honest thought, I want to celebrate yesterdays success, but it pains to see a major section of media trying to question the ways and methods adopted by IAC during this movement. Why do they want to demean the efforts of honest people?

"Kachra ho to hum jhaadu uthate hai, yeh nahi dehte ki jhaadu kaun si hai-kaha se aayi hai-kisne banayi hai, kyunki hamari zarurat hoti hai Safai, Kisi bhi keemat par Safai". I want to clean my lawn(country), so I am not only supporting Anna in his movement but I have a major buy-in into his ideologies, his transparent ways of communication,his concrete stand on things. I urge, my fellow citizens, to pay no heed to such irrelevant accusations on the "ways and means"

adopted by Team Anna. Do we ever ask, How did the government manage to win the election second time around? Do we ask, how are the ministers doubling their wealth every five years? Do we ask, why is most learned politician in the country made into a dummy PM?. We don't do that, because we don't know whom to go and ask and we doubt if we could ever get an honest answer. All we can do, is protest. And in this protest no one can tell us what Gun we need to choose, what ammunition is allowed. Its our WAR and we have made the rules. Today's generation knows it all, it see things black and white, judges people in and out. So we know whats right and whats wrong. If this governments hearing has been impaired by corruption, we have chosen to make the Lokpal noise. Hence I request everybody to always be there, with your full support , because its our movement, the people`s movement.

If I want to change this Governments methods of functioning, get it right on track and make our nation a first class nation to live-in.The answer is within me. I will be the change, I want to see.

Maqsad

Woh kya hai?, Jo muje sukkon dilayega.
Who kya hai?, Jo main samaj ko de paunga
Sawalon ke Jawab dhoondta hoon main.
Kyunki, Muje Pata Nahi Mera Maqsad kya hai.

Uss behte Jharne ko dekke hairaan hoon.
Behna aur Barasna Saalon se kar raha hai woh,
Pahaadon ko cheerke, Pedh-pattiyo ko gud-guddake chalta jaa raha hai woh,
Shaayad use pata hai yahi uska Maqsad kya hai.

Uss Chup-Chap si Behti Hui Hawa ko dekke hairan hoon main.
Chattano ko Takrakar, Apna Hausla aur buland karta hai woh,
Jeev-Jantu ko Pran deta hai woh,
Shaayad use pata hai yahi uska Maqsad kya hai

Woh nukkad ka Bargad, Mujse 250 saal bada hai,
Aankdo pe jao, to shayad mere par-dada se bhi bada hai,
Par Aaj bhi Chaya dena nahi bhula hai Woh,
Uski god mein ek aadmi roj sota hai, bargad ji chaon mein uska ghar hai,
Wahi par bagal mein, Ek aurat Khilone bechti hai,
Sabko Sambalna aur apne beliyon ke neeche jageh deta hai woh,
Shaayad use pata hai yahi uska Maqsad kya hai.

Hey Prabhu, tujhse ek Binti hai,
Muje bhi kisi din bata de Mera Maqsad kya hai.
Har ek Manushya ka Janm hua hai kaam karne ke liye,
Aur main uss din ke intezaar main hoon,
Us dinka, Jis din muje pata chal jaaye,
Mera Maqsad Kya hai.

Chori ka Stationary

I had flicked a fruit from the vendor disguising my little hands amongst the shouting women, when i was 5, before I could relish on the fruit my mom noticed my theft and she tactfully returned that flicked fruit back with an explanation to avoid any embarrassment. I was reasoned first and thrashed next when i was unreasonable, however the thrill of flicking always stayed with me, you can say that was my darker side.

Cut to my degree college. I was always the back-bencher, who was very lazy to plan and organize his own things. The result of which was days when i did not carry my essentials. Some times it was the book and many-a-times it was STATIONARY. I borrowed them at days and returned them back after use. But this was just the beginning.

Cut to my Masters college. I was still the back-bencher, this time more lazier to do his own things. But with this years of studying, I had grown smarter. I borrowed STATIONARY, here too but never returned them.

My Modus Operandi was simple, as soon i entered the class, I use to scan through my bag for book and STATIONARY. The Book was my poor friend, who helped me in all my lectures, he always struggled for a identity(i used him for all my subjects). My bag was so unorganised that I didnt find a pen everytime i searched, it happened with a 100% success rate.

My immediate reaction was written all over my face. With a sincere-request-wala-expression I asked for the STATIONARY from my friends. They gave it to me relentlessly without questioning my shameless intent, because i never returned those pens. My sweet story was short-lived. These friends of mine, discoverred my modus operandi and exposed me in public. I was tagged as "STATIONARY-Chor", so much to the extent that every time those friends were searching for their lost stuff, my bag was the place to look for.

Today when i am done with MBA, i can think is of those days. I know "Chori Karna Paap Hai, par yaaro pen chori karne me jo maja hai, woh kisime nahi". Miss you friends and Thank you for letting me flick your pens :) :) :)