gOD !!

God is inhuman.
God is in human.
Nothing is accidental.
What say?

iMAGINE pEACE!!

wHAT a bEAUTIFUL..

What a beautiful ...

Usually we end this statement with our " desires".
just forget about any desires ......
float in the bliss of infinite desireless, possibilities...

tHE hISTORY oF bARRUKAT!!

GOOGLE " BARRUKAT" @ 9 :10 PM 4/01/2008
ZERO RESULTS....
barrukat is a especial word used for hardcore bhopaliis...
I was searching its origin for months now...
finally i find it in the book called " The Begums of Bhopal"
by Shaharyar.M.Khan
It goes like this -- p11

"Thus one day around 1712 , a phalanx of 50 Mirazi-Khel tribesmen , fiercely loyal to the young pathan and his family , together with his father , wife and five brothers rode into berasia to the sound of welcoming drums and joyous celebration. This event saw a new chapter being written in Bhopal's history as these Mirazi-khel tribesmen became the pioneer settlers of Bhopal. They were called barru-kat pathans of Bhopal .(literally the shrub dwellers) who initially made their homes with thatched reeds.It was they who fought for , made sacrifices for and loyally served Dost Mohammed Khan and his descendants to become the original pioneering families of Bhopal.Apart from his father and Mehraj bibi, five of Dost's brothers joined him in Bhopal.They were Sher , Alif , Shah ,Mir Ahmed and Aqil . All expect Aqil died in Battle."

Now google it ......

अमा !!

" अमा !! बैरी की गुठली , चौराहे पर मत थूकना , उग गया तो, राहियों को पत्थरों से बचना होगा । "
- दानिश

बिस्कुट बाबा .

वादियों सी जमी बरनियों के बीच ।
उगा एक चेहरा सूरज जैसा।
ज्ञानी झुर्रियां जमुना सी बहती।
ऐनक टिकाई नाक के कोने से ।
सुस्त,मद्धम रौशनी
बरनोयों से थक कर निकलती ।
बरनियों मे बंद सेव,
मुरमुरे, दालमोठ , मठरियां
चुडा मीठा वाला , खट्टा वाला ।
काजू वाला , किशमिश वाला ।
कि कब पुडिया मे सवार होना पड़ जाए।
बिस्कुट कि बरनी भी वहीँ खड़ी थी ।
मीठा मीठा क्रीम बिस्कुट ।
बचों का चहेता क्रीम बिस्कुट ।
शर्तों का इनाम , दोस्ती का निशान , क्रीम बिस्कुट ।

बाबा आखें पड़ कर बोले ।
" १ रूपए के ३ बिस्कुट "
नन्ही हथेली हौले हौले ।
जेब के भीतर आन्दोलन करती ।
कुछ सिक्कों का मार्च निकला ।
हिसाब लगाया , आधा रूपया ।
हलकी मुस्कराहट , बरनी खोली ।
दो बिस्कुटों को अखबार पहेना कर ।
हवाले करा नन्हे मालिक के।
उस दिन कितनी खुशी मिली थी ।
तब से नाम मे बिस्कुट लगा था।
बाबा बने थे बिस्कुट बाबा ।

आज जब सालों बाद उधर गया तो ।
नया नवेला मॉल खड़ा है ।
मौसम भी बदला बदला है।
उपर देखा , सोचा या बोला ।
"बिस्कुट बाबा , आधा बिस्कुट उधार रहा !"

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........