tHOSE 10mINS oF cONNECTION...

Aug 3 , 2009 7: 10 Am -7:20 Am ( Dubai, just finished night shift)
not in order ....

1) On a spiral (Fibonacci)

Eternally caged in this universe.
Always in search of ends.
trying to cross the matter of infinite big bangs.
journey it is ....
on a spiral (Fibonacci)

2)Andheri

Its Noise !! stated the ego
vibrations of particles
reached the judge.
was it music?
self vibrated
in divine resonance
music or noise ?
eternally unjudged.....

3) god!

Light trapped between 2 mirrors
colourless..
an unseen opaque
senseless energy
ignorant recurrence...
that's god for you....

4) The matrix
retrieve from full ..
save in empty..
Forever!!!

zoom in to absurdness
zoom out to absurdness..
system failed!!

5)random chaos embraced: stars.....

Random system generated
system imploded form outside
exploded from inside.
random system generated
random chaos embraced..

6) I am

needs 2*n refection's
to be
I am again...

7) Ego and moment..

traces of moments
still uncaptured
fluidity achieved ..
spaceless
timeless
it bothers my ego very much..
Ego :" you fool!! try harder..."

8) Thought :part 1

thought captured
noted
judged
absurd.
just lost a thought!!

thought flows; remains forever.....

9) Thought (part 2)

Mr tailor can you stitch
a beautiful red dress.
thought ! i am
"Unpicked by the receiver.
May be
in red i will find a subject"

Mr tailor: " Sure !let me note the dimensions.
smallest part is dot .
end is open .. expanding?"

At this moment Mr tailor is stitching the red dress
I caught that naked thought.
wrap it , in words.
presented to you..
Unedited!!!


PS: Blogging after a long... guess witnessed some connection... at the above mentioned time, i lost control .. and just starts texting(nokiaE51) the words coming in my mind...
and this is what i typed... like a flowing river... i just flows though me... what ever i try to capture i am presenting it to you.... honest and unedited.... not to judged ... just feel and experience...
Was that connections or just lack of sleep?... well i don't want to decided...
cause i enjoyed .. every moment of that time frame...state of bliss was that....!!?!?

भारत माता और हिन्दुस्तानी .

माँ (भारत माता) :
ये कैसी खरोच लगाके लाया बेटा ?
कि घाव हरे हैं खुरंट नहीं ।
पड़ोसी से झगड़ के आया बेटा ?
कि पहले शीशे मे झाका नहीं ।
क्यूँ मखमली चादर पे सोया बेटा?
कि खली है थाली कुछ खाया नहीं ।
ये कैसा राजा बनाया बेटा ?
राजा धरम का , प्रजा का नहीं।
ये कैसी खरोच लगा के लाया बेटा?

बेटा (हिन्दुस्तानी) :
अम्मा गोरे बोले चमक रहे हम ।
अब मुश्किलें हैं कम।
अब कभी न राज करेंगे ।
अब वो हमारे दोस्त बनेगे ।

अब वो मसाले नही मांगते ।
अब तो वो आला ज़हन लेजाते ।
बदले मे डॉलर दे जाते।

अम्मा देखो मई वर्ल्ड कप लाया।
अंग्रेजों के खेल मे उनको हराया।
सबमे सबसे अव्वल हूँ माँ ।
खेती बाडी अब नही करूँ माँ।
अब वैप्यारी बनना है माँ।
फसलें कट अब फक्ट्रियाँ उगेंगी ।
अव्वल भाषा अंग्रेज़ी रहेगी ।
अम्मा बेटा तेरा बड़ा हो गया ।
फैसले सारे अब ले लूँगा ।
चीनियों से भी आगे निकलूंगा ।


माँ (भारत माता ) :

तू तो बहुत बड़ा हो गया बेटा ।
पैरों पे खड़ा हो गया बेटा ।
संभल कर राहों मे कई हैं खाई ।
जिसकी पाताल तक गहराई ।
जमा जमा के रखना पाव ।
राहों मे फिसलन और काई ।
बस नियत साफ़ रख बेटा ।
हर मुश्किल आसान हो जाए ।
क्या करूँ ?
माँ हूँ तेरी , फिकर रहेगी ।
दुआ रहेगी , नज़र रहेगी ।
पर, आशा कि ज्योति सदा....
अमर रहेगी ।

sOLDIER oF tHE oTHER tRIBE!!

What I wished?
I wished a chocolate
Sweetest one
I wished a racket
Long handle
I wished a school bag
With many zips
I wished a coke can
With straw
I wished a dress
Superman's
I wished a house
Complete home
I wished a hope
A support.

What I got ?
I got a brick
Broken home
I got sis body
lifeless numb
I got a goose bump
Aunts raped
I got a taste
Blood is sour.

What I picked?
I picked a pipe
Inscribed 47
I picked a pill
With metallic cap
I picked a motive
Kill the killer
No,
I want want to die
I have nothing to loose
May be a suicide
I shall die
with the people
Of "other" tribe
The holy revenge
They burn in hell
I will go to heaven
They say
God fulfils all wishes there
And there,
I will pick a chocolate
From choco-dune
And share it
With my sis.
Soldier I am
The holy one.

This one is dedicated to children of GAZA.
The voilence and blood they are watching in such a small age, will remain with them forever.So they will find bliss in vendetta.
They will be potrayed as the heros,,,the soldiers,,,
Unfortunately both the sides are preparing a brigade of soldiers .... the so called Holy Soldiers !!!!

STOP VIOLENCE IN GAZA....
LET US THEN BEGAN THE PROCESS OF HEALING......
WE ARE HUMANS FORGODSAKES!!!!

दिल, ज़हन, जुबां !!

ज़हन से दिल तक का सफर कुछ लंबा हो गया
दूर से सब मुफ्तासिर लगता है
राहों मे ही, कई सोचों की मौत हुई
बसोच हालातों का भी दम घुटा है
गिरे पड़े थे सब कहीं बीच मे
जुबां(नुख्ता) का घर कहीं आस पास पड़ता है
दावा का तर्जुमा कुछ ऐसा है कि
चमकीला कफ़न उडाकर इनको
इस जलती दुनिया मे धकेलें
जोश को होश मे बुन , कोई ऐसा पुल बनायें
दिल ज़हन ,जुबां की दूरियां मिट जाएँ
सोच हल जोते ,और हालात फसल बन लहराएं ।

होशिला शराभी!!

पैमाना नही झलका तो
आखरी बची बूंद की
मदहोशी की लालच ने
होश मे रखा मुझको ।

ज़माने ने सोचा
की मई शराबी नहीं
होश मे ज़माने को समझना चाहा तो
ज़माना गुज़र गया ।
हालातों ने कुछ इस तरह
समझाया मुझको ।
न ज़माना समझ पाया मुझको ।
न मैं ज़माने को समझ पाया ।
आखरी बूंद चख कर ।
ज़िन्दगी का नशा समझ मे आया ।

क्या पता ?

पड़ी हुई सिलवटें ।
रेत पे छपी हुई ।
रुकी हुई सी लहर ।
मोम सी जमी हुई ।
डेरा रेत का बना ।
फुक सी हवा चली ।
सब उदा बना हुआ ।
ढूंड ले गली गली ।
फिर कहीं कहर हुआ है ?
या किसी का घर बना है ?
फिर कहीं कहर हुआ है ?
क्या पता?

झुला!

झुला झूले साये साये ।
झूल झूल सिरे खुल जाएँ ।
सब मुखोटे छु हो जाएँ ।
हवा माथे से जब टकराए ।
माथे पे खिचे बल मिट जाएँ ।
डर ,मज़ा ,चीख ,पुकारें ।
चलो , बचपन की सैर कर आयें ।
झुला झूले साये साये ।

बटन और चैन !

एक बटन था बेचारा ,

दिल दे बैठा चैन को।

पता थी उसको सच्चाई सब ।

कभी सिरे न जुड़ पाएंगे ।

चैन को दूर से ताका करता ।

चैन जुड़ कर रोज़ इतराती ।

लिपट लिपट के नाच दिखाती ।

धागे के बल बंधा रहता बेचारा ।

एक दिन घुटन ने जंग जीत ली ।

धागों कि जंजीरे तोडी ।

आजाद हुआ इस लीला से वो ।

आज भी कहानी सब बटन सुनते ।

कि ,एक बटन था बेचारा ,

दिल दे बैठा चैन को...

tHE sPARROW'S sON.

Mumbai , 26 November 2008

mOM:

Remove that crawling ant.
Beware! colony follows the holy scent.
Fly my son! Remember those lesson.

(pROLOUGE : mEMORIES rEFRESHED)

You drop and fall,
and fly and crawl.
And then you glides on winds..

You picks the grains,
the grasses , the cloths.
And then you builds the nests...

You hunts the inscet,
the bees ,the wheats.
And then we have the feast...

(cROWS iNTERUPTED "yOUR sON iS dEAD".....)

They chant behind ,caw caw
"You lost with death
And many other dies.
These Crows always lies!!!"

They chant behind ,caw caw
"Humans fights the war
One bohemian bullet hits your eyes.
These Crows always lies!!"


(mOM'S rEALIZATION :)

Ants smells the dead and sweet.
We nested over battlefield.


(mOM pRAYS :)

Alas!! my son you are dead.
And God I have one request
In the recurring karmatic circles.
Don't, put him in the human womb,
Let him hatch the shell again.
Cause, humans never feel the pain..
humans never feel the pain........

आस्तीन का दोस्त !!

सुई का निशान , मेरा आस्तीन का दोस्त !!
छपा हुआ है सदियों से ।
बड़ा हुआ ये मेरे संग ।
जब पहली बार मिले थे हम
तो , हल्का हल्का दर्द दिया था ।
पल्खों पे लटके थे मोती ।
खुश्क गालों की तराई हुई थी ।

तब से अब तक , साथ है मेरे ।
अब से तब तक , साथ रहेगा ।
सुई का निशान , मेरा आस्तीन का दोस्त ।

हथेली !!

ऐ हथेली कितना बोज लकीरों का ?
ला कुछ लकीरों को हल्का करे ।
कि कल का अंजान न पड़ सके इन्हे ।
और मै आज के साथ भी कुछ पल बिता लू ।

(This one only for uzzu... read the previous comments)

hundred and ten!!

Site : DS150
Sewage Treatment Plant , Dubai
Dedicated to all the labours ..........




The black smiles , under his eyes.
The marks inscribed by the burden of pictures.
The pictures of his child's dine plate.
Echoed the sounds of their mama's excuse and promises.
The orange crown he wore above the brain,
the Engineer's calls it " Helmet".
In his arms, clamped the big spoon ,
The Engineer's calls it " Shovel ".
Big Boots rooted to mud, tasting sweat ,
Crawling from his forehead.
Working as a numb human robot,
He stops , he looked around ,and he founds
Orchard of his clones , doing the same.
Waits until the clock's arms comes in line,
The siren goes on, and he goes home.
Sometimes in search of some guilt, the instant pleasure.
He masturbates watching the same picture,
Half teared , over Indian seat.
No time for timeless god , he uesd to pray,
But the gods never comes out of the frames.
Only his roommates knows his name ,
for the rest he is " Labour Number Hundred And Ten".

cigarette पीना धुएँ के लिए हानिकारक है!!

1 छल्ला , आकारहीन !

मंडरा रहा है।

हवा पे सवार ।

बिखरने को तैयार ।

बादलों से जा मिलने की खुवाइश लिए।

क्या पता उसको सिर्फ़ धुआं है ये ।

ओस को जन्म देने का माद्दा नही है ।

सिगरेट की लाल कोक से जन्मा ।

सादा,सच्चा,बेचारा धुआं ।

dROP dIES.....

Pearl hanging,

Arms streched,

Growing bigger,

Time elapsed,

Hit the ground,

The drop is dead,

Water lives......

सर्दी . .टाटा बाय बाय

कश्मीर का मौसम , भटका हुआ राही ।
दरवाज़े खटकाके सब शेहेरों से पूछ रहा है रासता ।
सबके लिए नये किरदार अपनी पोटली मे भर के लाया है ।
कोई दुबक कर ,शोल ओडे , हाथ तापता ।
कोई नन्ही कलि छुईमुई जैसे , ख़ुद मे लिपटा हुआ ।
कोई कछुऐ जैसे , घर मे कम्बल तले।
कोई चाय के चुस्कियों के सहारे ,
चाय का ग्लास दोनों हथेलियों से टिकाए ।
कोई डगमगाता डमरू , मदीरा के नशे की गरमी मे ।
कोई मुह की भाप से खेलकर , बचपन के पन्ने पलटता ।
कोई माँ कि गोद के आँगन मे खेलता हुआ ।
कोई बुना स्वेटर पहने , बताते हुए कि ,
दादी ,चची , माँ , मौसी , पड़ोसी , सब के हाथों कि गर्मी है इसमे ।
सर्दी कि इस तस्वीर को धुन्दला मत होने दो ,
ऐ भाई सुनो , अपना कान करीब लाओ ....
"सुना है ग्लोबल वार्मिंग भी रासता भटक चुकी है "।

मंडी ॥

सब्जी का बाज़ार ।
किसम किसम कि सब्जियां सजी हुईं ।
आगे आगे उम्दा आला ,
पीछे पीछे कुछ पुरानी ,बची हुई ।
बाज़ार भोलता है , " फ्रेश है " ।
"बस अभी तोड़ कर लाये थे " ।
"कुछ देर पहले जान थी इसमे " ।
कुछ बोल लगता है ग्राहक ।
कुछ कीमत रखता है मालिक ।
न तेरी , न मेरी करके ,
मामला सेटल हो जाता है ।
सब्जी घर जाने को तैयार हो जाती है ।
इस बाज़ार में ,
रौशनी भी है ,अँधेरा भी ।
ईमानदारी भी है , धोखा भी ।
मज़ा भी है , चिडचिडापन भी ।
कुछ शोर भी है , और कोई चोर भी ।
बड़ी अजब हैं इसकी रस्में ।
कुछ जुदा हैं इसके कानून ।
ये एक अलग दुनिया है ।
ऐसे ही एक बाज़ार को मैं जानता हूँ ।
बस एक फरक है ,
वहां आत्मा बेचकर , जिस्म ख़रीदा जाता है ।

पगडंडी : कब बदलोगे ?

राही के पदचिन्हू की छाप , पगडंडी ही जाने ।
पक्की होके सड़क बने जब , किसी की छाप न पहचाने ।

जहाँ वो बोले मुडती जाए , राही राह बनाए रे ।
सड़क बनते ही धीट हो जाए , अपनी चाल चलाये रे ।

गाव गाव पगडंडी जोड़े , पर वो नक्शों से गायब ।
सड़कें जो नक्शों पे छापी थी , वो धरती पे ही थी कब ।

यही कहानी उपर जाती , इन्हें बनाने वालों मे ।
क्या पगडंडी , कोन सड़क है , यही कहानी इंसानों मे । ।

sTORY oF fILE nO. 129....

Cold night.....no winds......only mist covering the city.......

Running,screaming ..shouting.itching.suffocation..bleeding..puking..... ..( a fading voice:Ali !! we will make it!!just hold on!!...)........silence ..death.....

Mohan Gaur: Shabbir...I will save you......

Mohan Gaur running...holding Ali in his hands just like a mother holding her 2 years old child .....

Running..screaming ..shouting...itching..suffocation..bleeding..puking.....silence ..death.....

3 hours a go they were discussing about their children future...about their school admissions and all ..

And now they are dead..

I have heard this story from my NAANY ...I don't know this is real or fiction.... but Mohan died because the poison was
pumped into his lungs, while he was saving his friend...Ali

We can still find Their names in some old office in Bhopal , typed on a piece of paper buried in a file .
With this file ,rested many other files where thousands and thousands of names are just typed with same old typewriter.Piled together in a
shelf named "dead".

All having different stories...but... same end....DEATH...



The CEO of Union Carbide, Warren Anderson, who retired in 1986, was charged with manslaughter in the Bhopal case and declared
a fugitive from justice by the Chief Judicial Magistrate of Bhopal on February 1, 1992 for failing to appear at the court
hearings in a culpable homicide case in which he was named the chief defendant.
He went missing for several years, until he was discovered by Greenpeace “living a life of luxury in the Hamptons”. The
Bhopal Medical Appeal believe that “neither the American nor the Indian government seem interested in disturbing him with an
extradition”.

I don't know how much it will help..but at least we can try.... :
http://www.petitiononline.com/dirtydow/

gURU gHANTAAL........

Finally we reached our farm house( neebukheda )..40 Kms from bhopal..maneuvering my jeep over 15 KMs of kaacchi road ..


my conditions :
stomach : half empty( not half filled)
activities: normal


so, we reached there at 12 : 30 AM with 2 big batoleybaaz villagers ,my cousin,and his friend...

bakar session :


batola 1:" saab mey paani pi riya tha ,taalaab ka,aawwaaz aayi dekha sher bhi paani pee riya tha "
result : digested....some how


batola 2:"saab wo kajri thi na raamlaal ki dulhan , saab , usney paed ki kattai kartey hue je bada aazgar dekha"
result : digested....again.....


whole senario in one line : " TUM MUJHEY BATOLA DO, MAI TUMHEY BATOLEEY DUUNGA"


It was like bouncers of batolaas ....some how digested by me.

And then I realized that in this process of digestion...my food(aalu ki sabzi/daal/roti @ 6 PM ) was also digested ... I can hear..strange sounds from my stomach (put put,,buum) ... saying "calender khaana do".. And I know I need some food Urgently.....but I was late...we dont have food there...


This was the time when my cousins friend, {peeep} (name censored ) ...Offered me GURU pouch..tambaakhuuu.... gutka

{Peeep}:" ye khaa lo bhuuk nahi lageygi....GURU "

FlashBack :
my first hukkha puff.....ahu ahu ahu...
my first ciggetette puff....ahu ahu ahu ahu ahu--> infinity
my first sip.....sorry I dont drink..never!! ( usuaLly my eyes and deeds shows something else, which many of my acquaintances never believes..Once again..(in chorus) I dont drink.. )

Now I have red coloured pouch in my hand...I opened it...poured it in to my mouth (typical bhopali ishtyle) ....and then hmmmmm my mouth was burning....uuuuaaaaa... bitter taste.. but to my surprise I was enjoying it.... ( so L.S...Danish) and seriosly ..hunger was over by now....


Me:bhai 1 aur pouch dena..
{Peeep}: "ye lo yaar 5 pouch, rakho" (he was having 20 pouches)
when I was about to take the fourth pouch..that too with in 20 mins...

{peeep} :" yaar ander toh nahi le rahe na..."


Me :"haan bhai,,,sab ander ja raha hai.." (shit!! I have swallowed it...)

{peeep} :" bhai aapney city ki deewaroon per,taakizoo per laal laal nishaan dekhey hain,ye saab bahar hi jaata hai,issey ander nahi lete..bhai peek do(spit it).......kuch ander mat leena.."

but it was too late....
and rest they say... is history....


At 8 :30 AM (next day)
my conditions :
nausea ,migrane
puked 5 times....
stomach : not responding...
activies : ALt + ctr + del....but still not responding...

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Now at home..feeling better....
kahani mey twist --
my mom afer washing my jeans......" beta aapki jeans se ye laal pouch nikla...kya naam hai... GURUuuuu" without saying a word... I locked my room...opened my comp...and stared typing this post.... GURU GHANTAAL ...............
THE REAL STORY HAS JUST BEGAN..............................waaaaaaaat lag gayi saloooooon!!!
my heartly advise to everyone : pls dont try this anywhere!!

this is the pouch..................................stay away.......

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

from blogger : this is my first hinglish post...... just give it a thought !!

in 1992....
maccharoon ki mehfil :::

kirigi: chalo hamla....me sardaar!! per attack karoonga ..jaswinder hi naam hai na uska....

tatanka: saaley .... gandi naali ki upaj....pehley mota waala choose kar liya sahi hai .... chalo mera topi waaala ismail bhai...

kachri: saaley insaanoon(maccharoon ki gaali) , tumhey jo chaliye le lo.... mai to chikney mohan ko 1 lambhi chummi dungi ..bada maaza aayega ..

chamaka : haan haan bol lo beta.. ... mey to anthony ke gaal per aisa dank maaroonga ...ki khujla khujla kar laal ho jaeega.....saala frenchy...

15 years later....
they all died when one day...a moody ..boy(me) was reading the book... unable to concentrate... he was opening and closing the book again and again...and in that.."again and again"..they all died,,,,

In anonymous book....
between p 167 - 168 : tatanka ..with one leg on letter '7' and another on 8.. of 167-168... he was bout to make it....but..unluky fellow..
between 203-204 : kachri..
between 266-267 : chamaka and kirigi..... best friends...glued at the extreme left of paper it was...p 266...
and in the same book....at the last page.... I have written a poem it goes like this....


डंक मारे, खून चूसे..
जात ,धरम ना जाने ये...

मोहन बाबू , जसविंदर जी ,अन्थोंनि और इस्माईल साब..
सब का ख़ून 1 ही रंग का, सबके ख़ून का 1 हि स्वाद....

कृपया ये बात किसी को ना बताए
क्या पता अगले चुनावों मे इसी के मुद्दे बन जाए ...

अग्नी दें या दफ्नाएं ...
कहीं इस बात पर इन्सान ना बट जाए ...

shhhhhhhhhhhh!!
कृपया ये बात किसी को ना बताए....