Ibaadat

Hai aisa nahi ki ye sunta nahi hai,
kabhi kabhi haan par, ye kehta "nahi" hai

zarurat hamari, isey har pata hai,
jo maange agar kuchh, tasalli dili hai

hai lagta hamein, intezar kuchh lamba,
par timing to iski hi sabse sahi hai

jo sochein, hamein chhod sab hai ye soche,
tab bhi soch iski hi sabse badi hai

jo poochhein, ibaadat, karein hum ye kab tak,
ibaadat to har saans se hi judi hai

sada pyaar karna, hai ye hi ibaadat,
namaazein to bas guftagu ki ghadi hain

A common among Specials

This poem was written by my younger brother, who has just entered into IIT Roorkee this year, in august end. It beautifully describes the experience of a new IITian.

Here it goes :

Destiny has given me an awakening shower

and the dreams of complexes are over

No superiority , No inferiority

arosen in me a feeling of equality

The qualities have turned into normalities

The casualities have turned into formalities

No more I am in the limelight

rather am shining as one of the stars in night

Deep inside me is a deep desire

trying to built again a strong empire

But my shadow is wandering like blinds

and I don't know when I will give up against the masterminds

I have forgotten to live alone among crouds

but am learning to be humble among prouds

Gradually time is passing by

and I have realised that I have become

A common among specials

Do Kaanch ke tukde

Zameen par pade kaanch ke tukde ko na dutkaaro,
shaayad kisi ke aasmaan ka wo taara hoga

dikhta hai jo tumhare jahaan mein karkat saa,
kisi ke jahaan ka kiya roshan usney nazaara hoga

tumhaari zameen par jagah banaane ki koshish ne
kiya taraashney ka kaam usey saara hoga

dekhoge gar uski taraf zaraa gaur se,
uski adni si chamak ka tumhari aankhon mein bhi taara hoga

aur li tumne gar ye chamak har tukde se,
to bhara roshni se tumhara har kinaara hoga

har raah mein tumhaari bikhraa laakh taara hoga,
kyonki aise tukdon se to bhara jahaan saara hoga

aur maana jo har taare ko kaanch ka tukda,
tumhaari band aankhon ko na naseeb wo har sitaara hoga

zindagi galat hogi bas chamak se bachne mein,
kyonki aise tukdon se to bhara jahaan saara hoga.

Agar tum mil jaao

Recently I returned from my home. I had to undergo Uretroscopy since I had a stone in my ureter. This was indeed a very thrilling and good experience, and I felt a couple of things I would like to mention.

Your treatment at the hospital is an experience, which indirectly and very nicely teaches u a small but important lesson. When we are being treated at the hospital, we completely submit ourselves to the Doctor and the staff. We let them do whatever they are doing with our bodies, however pain it causes to us, because we know that in the end, there is long term(hopefully) happiness and freedom from pain waiting for us. We don't care about money, spend whatever amount the Doctor asks us to.Also, we submit our mind to him, moulding our eating or other wishes according to his advice. All this because we have faith in the Doctor. And the future.
In the meanwhile, during the treatment, though having submitted fully to Doctor's will, we still have our wisdom and intellect working for us, though guided totally by his advice. When the drip bottle starts to finish, we call the doctor, when the drip channel tries to go off, we know we have to hold it. In short, we do all those things which the doctor has put on us, and let the doctor do whatever he has kept for himself to do, and is out of our hands.

This observation made me think of our conduct when something happens in life against our wish. Though we know that God is supreme, and surely the Best Doctor(Planner), still we don't submit fully to him, and occasionally complain for many things. We do not focus on the work he has handed on to us.
If we can submit to God's will as easily as in case of Doctor, we can have a much more satisfied and happy life.
And all this is not killing our wishes, it is remoulding our wishes in line with his will.


Quite a heavy dose! Had a few other things, but ok, in the next post

Now for some comedy..
In July,my brother showed me one of his comic poems, which goes as:

Pyaar

Saalon se dekhte they usey, lagi rahi lukka chhippi,
par bolte na they kuchh munh se, baandhe rahe chuupi
phir ek din kya hua, apna bheja satak gaya,
jo kuchh dil, me tha, munh se gatak gaya,
tere phool ke intezaar me, tere ghar ki pipe se latak gaya,
maathe par lahu, chehre par ret,
kyunki sajni ne phool fenka gamle samet,
socha, ki is kahaani ka yahin ho jaaye the end,
par tere bhaiyon ki panchayat ne, baja diya band,
hosh aaaya, to dard se badan oongh raha tha,
pada tha dustbin me, awara kutta soongh raha tha,
phir le ke gaya municipality ka Truck,
aur kachre me rakha kai ghanton tak,
fir pahuncha aspataal, hua 15 din school ka naaga,
wo bhi pahunchi kambakht, saath me le raakhi ka dhaaga,
shukr hai khuda ka, dono haathon me tha palastar,
aur uske naapaak iraaadon ne baandh liya bistar,
tab se usey dekh kar, dil dar saa jaata hai,
pyaar uth ta hai jo gar, dil me hi dab jaata hai.

So here I am on the blogspot...

Here goes my first thing on blogspot:


Jaante hain ki jo bhi ye karta hai, usme raaz kuchh khaas hota hai,
par fir bhi,
kisi na kisi kami ka insaan ko, hamesha ehsaas hota hai,
ye bhi, wo bhi, sab aa jaaye, hamesha ye prayaas hota hai.
ismein kuchh achha hga, ye aksar hamein nagawaar hota hai.

kabhi jab iski marzi ke chalte, asafal koi kaaj hota hai,
tab hi vishvaaas ki kasauti ka, imtihaan khaas hota hai.
khud ko agar sab kuchh maana, to hi nakaami ki yaas hoti hai,
aur ispar agar sab chhod diya, to man mein hamesha mithas hoti hai.

khudi ko buland karne se, man hamesha niraash hota hai,
chahe koi kuchh kahe, iski razaa ka hamesha raaj hota hai.
razaa ka hamesha raaj hota hai, razaa mein raaz kuchh khaas hota hai,
rehte hain jo razaa mein iski, unka kuchh alag hi mijaaz hota hai.

anguli mein chot se, kurbaani bachti hai raaja ki,
aur fir bhi uska man, kuchh din tak hi reh paaya ehsaanmand,
bhool gaya ki iski hi marzi se saab hota hai,
aur jo bhi ye karta hai, usme raaz kuchh khaas hota hai.



Next : My first ever poem....