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उत्तर दक्षिण, पूरब पक्षिम,
यहाँ बोध गया, यहाँ झाँसी है,
कुछ ऐसा है दफ्तर मेरा,
कुछ ऐसे इसके वासी हैं।

एक को है लड़की न मिलती,
हांफ-हांफ दूजे का बुरा हाल,
कोई ऊंचा है जैसे खम्बा,
गुसाए होत कोई जगदम्बा।

कोई दिखती है झांसी रानी,
कोई रोज़ सुनाता नयी कहानी,
एक बनता बड़ा है हिप हॉप,
सबको लगता पर लल्लन टॉप।

किसी को भ्रमण का चढ़ा शौक,
दूजा लगा वॉस-ऐप्प, जी-टॉक,
कोई अपने पे दम्भ दिखा रहा,
कोई जीवन जीना सिखा रहा।

हर बात पे एक रोता रहता,
दूजे की हसीं ही न रूकती,
वो गोलू मोलू बच्चे जैसा,
कोई करता है पैसा पैसा।

एक है रहता हर पल सोता,
दोनों बाजू वाले दादा पोता,
कोई खम्बे से प्यार जाता रहा,
कोई मेरे दिमाग की हटा रहा।

हर एक की है अपनी ही धुन,
सब खुश, न कोई उदासी है,
कुछ ऐसा है दफ्तर मेरा,
कुछ ऐसे इसके वासी हैं।।

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April 8, 2014 at 12:33 am

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मेला वोट का

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देखो फिर से लगा है मेला,
तरह तरह के हैं नट-खेल,
कोई है पत्तों का जादूगर,
कोई सौदागर किस्मत का।

कोई दंगों के डर से डरा रहा,
कोई है घोटाले सुना रहा,
जात-पात की देता दुहाई,
कोई धर्म का हाथ भड़ा रहा।

एक करतबी मिला मुझे,
जो रस्सी पे चलता था,
इस ओर नहीं, उस ओर नहीं,
बीच रास्ते निकलता सा।

था एक मदारी वादों का,
बस वादों का, न इरादों का,
सब बंदर बनकर उछल रहे,
पैसे बटोर वो निकल लिया।

दाढ़ी वाला बाबा आया,
साथ अपने कुछ सपने लाया,
नयी तरक्की, दिशा नयी,
न हो बड़े व्यापारी की ढाल कहीं।

एक गोरा चिट्टा बच्चा आया,
बड़ा नाम और इतिहास लाया,
हर हाथ शक्ति की बात करी,
घोटालों का आरोप, न हुआ बरी।

हुंकार भरी एक बैरी ने,
कहता है मैं हूँ पाक साफ़,
जनता के मन में संशय है,
किस करवट ऊँठ ये बैठेगा।

सब हैं मेले की मस्ती में,
हर चीज़ बिके है सस्ती में,
जिसे भी मिले बंपर इनाम,
कर के देगा वो कुछ काम?

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March 21, 2014 at 4:13 pm

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सायें सायें

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सोचा मैंने एक दिन ऐसा,
होता होगा नर्क भी कैसा,
जहाँ गर्म सर्द का भेद न हो,
चलती हो हवा बस सायें सायें।

चीख हलक से न निकले,
जहाँ लौह भी बन बर्फ पिघले,
हर ओर सन्नाटा पसरा हो,
कौआ भी चुप, न काएं काएं।

घनघोर तबाही मंजर हो,
बस खूनी भूतानी खंडर हो,
ढहते सपने, बहते अपने,
फिस्स होता महल, टाएं टाएं।

बस मार काट और सर्वनाश,
जलते से बदन, उड़ते चिथड़े,
गर कुछ समझायी आता है,
ढिशुम ढिशुम और धायें धायें।

सोने को नसीब न तल कोई,
खाने को फक्त कंकड़ हो,
पीने को मिले बस अपना लहू,
ज्वालामुखी में लावा से नहाएं।

जहाँ दर्द की कोई थाह न हो,
हो यातनाएं बस दिन औ रात,
नुचता हो बदन, रूह भी कापें,
जिन्दा शरीर गिद्ध खाएं जाएँ।

सोच के ही मैं सहम गया,
क्या ऐसा नर्क हो सकता है?
जहाँ गर्म सर्द का भेद न हो,
चलती हो हवा बस सायें सायें।।

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March 18, 2014 at 3:08 pm

Posted in Hindi, Poetry

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Over Sell

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I have heard this a few times in my life, “Don’t over sell”. They say it has a negative effect. Instead of the desired increased value, the product at times is relegated to the junk grade. When we oversell things, we try and convince the buyer of all the good qualities of the product. We try and try and try. And try and try and try. We think that if we keep coming back hard, the buyer will show interest. Might even offer the inflated price we demand.

We are driven here by our own psychology. Under the trance of making money, we tend to overlook the customers mindset. What we don’t realize is our persistence will in turn make the other person skeptical. It also gives a sense of security that we are not able to sell it elsewhere. This becomes a sore point. If one does not have to fight and bargain for something, it sounds less sweet.

A better way is no hard-sell, no bargain. Just like in the supermarkets. Products are displayed with pricetags. You like it; you drop it in your shopping cart. No one tries to convince you; No one is after your life.

Similar is the case with relationships. When you are in love with someone and the other person is not responding equally, you tend to woo him/her. It starts with the presents. Doing what he/she likes; trying to impress; Making jokes and what not. The fact they don’t have to try a bit and got you all on the platter, never gives them a sense of insecurity. A sense of insecurity which is vital for relationships to remain alive.

In adversity, you might find the other person being just that, “The Other”. “You won’t understand”. “I will talk to my family, when I get time”. “It’s not proper this way”. ”No…no…no…no…no”. “My family has seen a lot of sadness; I can’t bring another one upon them”. “What my father said is right. You just don’t get it out of your myopic view”. “You have no right to say anything against my sister. What she said is correct”. “I need more time”. “I can’t commit unless my father agrees”. “I have promises to keep with my family”. “You don’t listen to me. You won’t ever listen to me”.

They pound you and pound you and pound you. Till the last drop of love and compassion drips out of you. You become dead inside. You just stroll along. You still care for the person, enough to get going. But love? Not sure how much left. One positive though, you become what you wished all along; someone unaffected by emotions. That’s the evolution of humans. We grow immunity to prolonged sicknesses.

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March 17, 2014 at 1:00 pm

Posted in Love, Personal

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What could have been?

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Have you ever wondered, what your life could have been had you taken a few different decisions in the past? Maybe it is different in a parallel universe for all we know. But this line of thinking opens up some compelling scenarios. Let me go down the path and gauge the impact of few decisions in my life differently.

1. Had I lost my first race to the million other little fellows, I would never have been born. Poof! What a relief that would have been. Never having witnessed this wicked world.

2. This dates back to when I was 3 years old. My parents visited my Uncle’s place in Surat. I got lost for few hours. Some family located me stranded and helped return me. What could have been was I not returned? I would have grown up in Surat, became a Gujju. Maybe adopted by someone. Maybe not! Maybe a beggar, Maybe a rich guy. Lot’s of Maybe’s. But life would have been totally different. I can imagine in a parallel universe, me selling ice-creams in Surat. An ice –cream vendor.

3. A point in time when my father decided to move to a better suburb, with more exposure and atmosphere conducive to studies. What could have been have we never moved? I might have opened a sweet shop for all I know. Never moved out of my hometown. I am not sure if it would have been for better or worse.

4. The decision of which college to go to. I chose IIT Guwahati as I was getting Comp Science stream there. What could have been, had I chose n some other college? My college is so dear to me; I don’t even want to go into alternatives.

5. There were a few infatuations/first dates, which remained just that. What could have been had any of them gone further. I am sure that would have been worse; coz there was always a reason to let it be. A sensitive topic, won’t elaborate much.

I know these are not so fortunate scenarios as missing a train, which met with an accident, But are good enough to put the point across. However there is one thing I firmly believe in, whatever happened in the Past has led to the Present. If I wish to change something Yesterday, my Today will change too. Now would I really want that?

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January 30, 2014 at 3:22 am

A Romantic Evening

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Someone asked me recently about how I would treat my loved one to a romantic evening. Here’s how it pans out. I’ll start with Don’ts and move towards Do’s.

A five star, candle light, and by the pool dinner is a big No-No for me. A romantic evening with my loved one can’t be at a public place. I won’t be comfortable enough to make the evening romantic. Sitting by the rocks at Band-stand or soaking in the wind at Marine drive are okay, but not exactly there for me.

My Do’s starts from a private setting, my home. I would start by cooking the food of her liking, by myself. Might not be the perfect definition of taste, but with a lots of love. A candle light setting on a low table with couple of bean bags on the floor.

The room should be lit by few candles along the wall. When the bell rings, the living room, dimly lit leaves a lot for her to guess, and not much revealed. Red roses carefully chosen, laid across the room. She will take some time to recognize their presence and that’s the essence of it.

Nice romantic melodies chosen for the occasion should be playing at a low tone on the laptop in some corner. Loud enough to hear the humming and low enough not to become a distraction. This sets the mood going.

Starters, Drinks, Food should have been prepared in advance and be kept handy. I don’t want to get up again and again to destroy the mood. It should be kept within arms distance. I’ll be the server and my hands the one to feed her.

The talks, I will leave to chance, for them to be free flowing. We’ll sit there relaxed on bean bags, with food around in a dimly candle-lit room, with roses scattered on the floor; And let the evening unwind.

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January 19, 2014 at 10:00 pm

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Happily Ever After!

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One upon a time there lived a princess in a place which looked just like heaven. She used to be always sad. World and even God has been mean to her. She used to roam around the lanes of that place of all luxury; still nothing was enough to make her cheer.

One day, a Prince came into her life. He was handsome and charming. But she kept pushing him away, wary of what may happen. The more she pushed him away, the more he was pulled towards her. He kept on persisting, till heavens broke loose. Finally the Princess relented but still there was a hitch.

Her coldness drove him mad. One fine day Prince decided to go to a land far-far away. Far enough from the warmth of her breath; far enough from the comfort of her touch; far enough from the pain of her disinterest. No sooner the Prince left, than the Princess felt weak. She realized that though she has been sad before, it was the first time she really cried. That night, she dreamt of the Prince. She slept peacefully for the first time in years.

She wanted to meet the Prince badly. She ran all the way to the land far-far away. She ran through the rivers, up the hills, braved the rough weathers and treacherous jungles. She finally met him once again. She cried and cried and cried, till oceans felt shy. He held her into his arms. She felt alive again. He too gave a silent tear.

And they lived happily ever after!

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Written by arpitgarg

December 26, 2013 at 8:59 pm

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