FREE FROM RELIGION

            
Religion is an incarnation of the most childish superstitions- Albert Einstein 
  

Two weeks back I was in Bangalore for some personal work. I was enjoying my coffee while looking at fabulous lake views from the balcony in evening. I was studying about the civil-war like situation in Syria in Economist Magazine and was really petrified by the images. I started thinking about how the whole world today is fighting over the name of religion and races. Had there been no religion, there would not have been any terrorism…. 

I went through an emotional roller coaster while thinking about religion and its importance in human life.  Here I’ve tried to express my emotions through a poem titled Mezhab which is actually an urdu word and translates to dharm in Hindi and religion in English.

                                                    मजहब
                                   
                         है दुनिया ये ऐसी भंवर जिसमे फंसे दुनिया के लोग,
                चाहे अमीर या फकीर, है कौन जिसको लगा ना मजहब का ये रोग ॥

                       हिन्दू मुस्लिम सिक्ख इसाई या हो बुद्ध या हो बहावी,
                              मजहब  की  बातें  रहती हम सब पर हावी ॥

                                हम नीचे कहते महज़ब से है पहचान हमारी,
                     ईश्वर मौला यीशु वाहे गुरु के चक्कर में उलझी है ये श्रृष्टि सारी॥  

                    इंसान कहता इस जगत में हम पड़ते सब जीवों पर भारी,
      पर परिंदा हंस कर कहता, रे मुरख हमें  ना लगी तुम जैसी मजहब की बीमारी ।
        हम परिंदे गगन में उड़ते, हैं खुसनसीब जो ना मजहब के चक्कर में पड़ते॥

                                            

                  नफरत की आग में झुलस कर इंसान ही जब हैवान बने ,

                     जानवर हंस कर कहते , इंसान से हम जानवर ही भले ॥ 

                                    ले ले परिंदों  जानवरों से ये  सीख,

      महज़ब  की इस खोखली पहचान के चक्कर में, ना तोड़ अमन-चैन की ये रीत ॥

  

                                                      Mezhab   

                         Hai duniya ye aisi bhanwar jisme phase duniya ke log,

                   Chahe amir ya fakir, hai kaun jisko lagan na mezhab ka ye rog.

                       Hindu Muslim sikkh isai ya ho buddh ya ho bahawi,

                          Mezhab ki batten rehti hum sub per hawi.

                        Hum niche kehte mehzeb se hai pehchan hamari,

            Ishwar maula yishu wahe guru ke chakkar me uljhi hai ye shrishti sari.

               Insaan kehta is jagat me hum padte sub jiwon per bhari

  Per parinda hans kar kehta, re murakh hume na lagi tum jaisi mezhab ki bimari

  Hum parinde gagan me udte, hain khusnasib jo na mezhab ke chakkar me padte

                   Nafrat ki aag me jhulas kar insaan hi jub haiwan bane,

                Jaanwar hans kar kehte, insaan se hum jaanwar hi bhale.. 

                     Le parindon jaanwaron se ye sikh,

mehzeb ki is khokhli pehchan ke chakkar me, na to aman chain ki ye reet

 PS:- I've written both in Hindi and English dialects as some of my friends can speak Hindi but can't read or write it.. 

Some meanings for the convenience of readers:

khokhli- holllow

bhanwar- dark lonely space

amir-rich

fakir-poor

shristi-world

jiw- creature

bimari-disease

reet-custom

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LIFE IS VERY STRANGE

For some life is a journey, a challenge while for some life is a time-pass. Mostly spend life while few live life. I’ve come across many distinct events in my life span. While thinking about all these incidents, I get really puzzled and zero on a point that LIFE IS VERY STRANGE...

We wish to wear high end brands with flashy touch but we feel most comfortable in our simple dresses.

We look for big heavy-duty words while talking with someone to impress him/her yet few simple lines told in an innocent manner reach straight into the heart.  

We wish to sit in 7* restaurants with who’s who of the city but we relish the street food with our friends.

We wish to have big plus-size sedans or SUV and go on a long drive with smokin-hot girls but a walk with the beloved while holding his/her hands seems the best thing in the world.

We wish to own 64 GB iPod and latest gadgets loaded with songs yet sometimes a song on radio brings a smile or tears of joy whose feel are beyond words.

We run for money and fame all our life but we wish to return to our childhood when we did have no money, forget about fame. 

We want to impress our opposite sex with good looks, good body language, style and smartness but we wish for a gal/guy with an innocent heart…

We want to behave like mature persons yet inside we long badly for the childlike enthusiasm….

                             Indeed LIFE IS VERY STRANGE…………..

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Me and My Biking Craze

The desire for riding motor bikes started right after I learned to ride bicycle in Class VII. When, this desire turned into interest and from interest to passion, even I don’t know. All I know that passion for biking did not develop overnight.

I rode a Bajaj Chetak scooter when I was in Class 10th. I was absolutely thrilled by the step-by-step process of kicking- pressing clutch to change gears and pump the accelerator. The short 5 minute scooter trip in the market is indeed a life-cherishing experience. Like the First golden Touch, First kiss, I’ll also never forget my first bike trip.

As I grew up, I badly wanted to have my own bike. But, thanks to my father’s strict nature, I never gathered courage to say him to buy me a bike. So, I started teaching tuitions right after passing class 10th. I saved all the money and in June, 05 I had enough money to buy a second-hand but just three months Royal Enfield. The sound of bike coupled with its macho look made me feel happy from deep inside.

For me, biking was never about high speeds, tashanbazi or reckless road acts. I bike because I just love it. The sweet slap of air on face, air-tight hold of my girlfriend, the roaring sound, the adrenaline rush at high speeds, the feel of aimless long road cruise and the list of heavenly experience will keep going on. If anyone says to express my feelings about biking in words, I won’t be able to do justice to it.

Just press ignition button, press clutch, change gears and head out to rove on the road….

Written for “The Castrol Power1 Blogging Contest” 
For cool information on biking visit www.facebook.com/CastrolBiking

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THE GOD OF PERFORMERS- MICHAEL JACKSON

I am writing this blog purely with a sense of impulse and not with any thought process. It is something straight from heart…

Just few minutes back at my work station I felt a bit stressed due to work pressure. So, while working, I hopped into YouTube to see videos of the God of Performers- Michael Jackson. I watched Beat It video from Thriller Album and the same song video of MJ’s Munich Show. 

The original video is one of my all time favorites but for the first time I saw about nine minutes long live performance of Beat it which stormed the audience in Munich. As I saw this video, I could clearly sense an adrenaline rush inside me. I saw girls and boys both young and old screaming, crying and singing with MJ. The guitaring in the performance coupled with a riot-like scene on the stage really gave me goose bumps. I am still thrilled and adrenalined as I am writing this. The connect of Performer God with his audience is something that I can’t explain in words. In fact. I feel that words will diminish the real emotions which I am feeling right now.

I also saw the They don't care about us video which was dubbed as Highly Controversial. As the music reached my ears, I could literally feel the angst, hatred and a sense of discrimination.   

I still remember I was studying in British Council library on June 25, 2009 and suddenly I thought about listening to MJ. I downloaded few of his songs in my cell phone and started listening to it. Trust me, I did not even think about him in last five years before that day. When I reached home, I heard the news of his death. My elder brother told me in a joking manner, “May Be, he’s died because you started listening him again.” My brother knew how crazy I was for MJ in my childhood. I myself don’t know how I stopped thinking about MJ for such a long time and his name struck my mind only on his death day.

But reality is that deep down inside, I find myself guilty. I often think that had I not listened to him on that day, he would have been alive even today….

AnywayS MJ was, is and always will be THE PERFORMANCE GOD FOR ME….

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The Passion- Endeavor for Excellence

Everyone dreams to win but there are not many who wish to try to win. Among these not-so many, some give up after few attempts while some keep trying. Trying is not at all about winning only but it’s more or less related to self-satisfaction and inner delight.

I was interested in music ever since I feel my existence on earth. This interest gradually turned into passion when I started thinking that being a part of music will give me more joy. In order to learn music, I defied my parents. I did not have a music system but my passion to learn instruments made everything possible. Forgive me, if I sound eccentric….

But for passion, you don’t need big names like a Sachin Tendulkar or a Lance Armstrong to get inspired to strive for passion. Just look around and you will find many people with such attributes.

So, In order to inspire me and my readers I’ve tried to shape my thoughts through a hindi poem titled Jazba. 

 

           

जज्बा
हस्ती  बनती  जाएगी कसीदे गढ़े जाएंगे
हो अगर जज्बा तो सितारों के आगे हम जहां  बनायेंगे ।

उम्मीद की उड़ान जब हकीक़त से टकराएगी, ज़रूर डगमगाएगी,
गर सच्चा हो जज्बा तो हकीक़त भी बदलती नज़र आएगी।

कर ईरादा कर कोशिश, पर कोशिश की इन्तहां बड़ी मुश्किल,
माना कोशिश है मुश्किल,पर गर  हो जज्बे  की चाह मुक़म्मिल,
कोशिश-ईरादे की जुगलबंदी  हो तामिल ।

वक़्त गुजरता दौर बदलता, बदलते दौर के साथ इंसान बदलता ,
बदलते  रीश्ते,बदलती फितरत और बदल जाती तकदीर ।

फूटी तकदीर या चमकी तकदीर, ना जाने क्या कहती हाथ की लकीर,
कर लो ऊँची जज्बा-ए-तक़रीर, बदल जाएगी ख्वाबों की ताबीर॥

Jazba (PASSION)

Hasti banti Jayegi, kaside gadhe jayenge,
Ho agar jazba to sitaron ke aage hum jahan banayenge.

Ummid ki udaan jub haqiqat se takrayegi, zaroor dagmagayegi,
Gar sachcha ho jazba to haqiqat bhi badalti nazar aayegi.

Kar irada kar koshish, per koshish ki intehan badi mushkil,
Mana koshish hai mushkil, per gar ho jazbe ki chah muqammil
Koshish-irade ki jugalbandi ho tamil.

Waqt gujarta, daur badalta, badalte daur ke saath insaan badalta,
Badalte rishte, badalti fitrat or badal jati taqdeer.

Futi taqdeer ya chamki taqdeer, na jane kya kahti haath ki laqeer,
Kar lo unchi jazba-ae-taqreer, badal jayegi khwabon ki tabeer … 
                                                            

PS:- I've written both in Hindi and English dialects as some of my friends can speak Hindi but can't read or write it.. 

Some meanings for the convenience of readers:

Taqreer- to speak, speech

Tabeer- fulfillment

Tamil-  to obey

Muqammil- honest

 

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