The Ghazal Maestro

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मूँह की बात सुने हर कोई,
दिल के दर्द को जाने कौन
आवाजों के बाज़ारों में,
खामोशी पहचाने कौन !!

सदियों-सदियों वही तमाशा,
रस्ता-रस्ता लम्बी खोज,
लेकिन जब हम मिल जाते हैं,
खो जाता हैं जाने कौन !!

वो मेरा आईना हैं,
मैं उस की परछाई हूँ,
मेरे ही घर में रहता हैं,
मुझ जैसा ही जाने कौन !!

किरन-किरन अलसाता सूरज,
पलक-पलक खुलती नींदें,
धीमे-धीमे बिखर रहा हैं,
ज़र्रा-ज़र्रा जाने कौन !!

Listen it here

Jagjit Singh

जगजीत सिंह (February 8, 1941 - October 10, 2011)

शाम से आँख में नमी सी है,
आज फिर आपकी कमी सी है,

दफ़्न कर दो हमें कि सांस मिले,
नब्ज़ कुछ देर से थमी सी है,

वक़्त रहता नहीं कहीं टिक कर,
इसकी आदत भी आदमी सी है,

कोई रिश्ता नहीं रहा फिर भी,
एक तस्लीम लाज़मी सी है.

Listen it here

P.S. – Its impossible for anyone to pick the most favourite gazals from his collection … the above two are those which came to my mind first .. Rest in Peace Sir !

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

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You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” ~ Stanford University commencement address, June 12, 2005.

Steve Jobs

Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011)

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” ~ Stanford University commencement address, June 12, 2005.

P.S. – I am writing this blog post on your Macbook, Steve … Rest In Peace !

From the pen of a Martyr

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These are lines out of a letter written by Shaheed Bhagat Singh ji to his cousin brother, 20 days before 23rd March, 1931.

उसे ये फिक्र है हरदम नया तर्जे-ज़फ़ा* क्या है,
हमें यह शौक है देखें सितम कि इन्तहा क्या है।

दहर* से क्यों खफा रहें, चर्ख* का क्यों गिला करें,
सारा ज़हां अदू* सही, आओ मुकाबला करें।

कोई दम का मेहमाँ हूँ ऐ अहले-महफ़िल,
चरागे-सहर*  हूँ  बुझा चाहता  हूँ।

हवा में रहेगी मेरे ख्याल कि बिजली,
ये मुस्ते-खाक* है फ़ानी*, रहे रहे न रहे।

~ शहीद-ए-आज़म

* ( तर्जे-ज़फ़ा – injustice; दहर – world; चर्ख – sky; अदु – enemy; सहर – morning; मुश्ते-खाक – a handful of dust/human-body; फ़ानी – fragile )

To Revolutions !

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Since past more than one month, the people in Arab world are witnessing the moments that will change the course of history for them. Here are very famous lines by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, which reflect the same passion which these people are carrying. May they all rise … Amen ! [ and btw this year is Faiz ji's birth centenary year as well; born on 13th Feb, 1911 ]

दरबारे-वतन में जब इक दिन सब जानेवाले जाएंगे,
कुछ अपनी सज़ा को पहुँचेंगे, कुछ अपनी जज़ा* ले जाएंगे !

ऐ ख़ाक-नशीनो, उठ बैठो, वह वक़्त क़रीब आ पहुँचा है,
जब तख़्त गिराए जाएंगे, जब ताज उछाले जाएंगे !

अब टूट गिरेंगी ज़ंजीरें, अब ज़िन्दानों* की ख़ैर नहीं,
जो दरिया झूम के उठे हैं, तिनकों से न टाले जाएंगे !

कटते भी चलो, बढ़ते भी चलो, बाज़ू भी बहुत हैं, सर भी बहुत,
चलते भी चलो के अब डेरे मंज़िल ही पे डाले जाएंगे !

ऐ ज़ुल्म के मातो, लब खोलो, चुप रहनेवालो, चुप कब तक,
कुछ हश्र तो उनसे उठेगा, कुछ दूर तो ना”ले* जाएंगे !

~ फ़ैज़ अहमद फ़ैज़

* ( जज़ा – prize; ज़िन्दानों – prisons; ना”ले – noise )

And here is a brilliant video about the recent Egyptian revolution, do watch it … one particular sequence in this video [ starting at 6:14 ] where the parallel is drawn between the famous Tank Man and people of Egypt will simply give you goosebumps ! Long live Gandhian Principles … Long live Democracy !

 

The Square Root of Three

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I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three(√3)

The three(3) is all that’s good and right
Why must my three(3) keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root (√) sign
I wish instead I were a nine(9)
For nine(9) could thwart this evil trick
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see
Another square root of a three (√3)

As quietly co-waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs (√) become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

~ David Feinberg

किसी ने कुछ बनाया था …

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You can listen to this poem on youtube here, Prasoon Joshi himself reciting this poem.

किसी ने कुछ बनाया था, किसी ने कुछ बनाया है,
कहीं मंदिर की परछाई, कहीं मस्जिद का साया है,
न तब पूछा था हमसे और न अब पूछने आए,
हमेशा फैसले करके हमें यूं ही सुनाया है…

किसी ने कुछ बनाया था, किसी ने कुछ बनाया है…

हमें फुर्सत कहां रोटी की गोलाई के चक्कर से,
न जाने किसका मंदिर है, न जाने किसकी मस्जिद है,
न जाने कौन उलझाता है सीधे-सच्चे धागों को,
न जाने किसकी साजिश है, न जाने किसकी यह जिद है
अजब सा सिलसिला है यह, जाने किसने चलाया है।

किसी ने कुछ बनाया था, किसी ने कुछ बनाया है…

वो कहते हैं, तुम्हारा है, जरा तुम एक नजर डालो,
वो कहते हैं, बढ़ो, मांगो, जरूरी है, न तुम टालो,
मगर अपनी जरूरत तो है बिल्कुल ही अलग इससे,
जरा ठहरो, जरा सोचो, हमें सांचों में मत ढालो,
बताओ कौन यह शोला मेरे आंगन में लाया है।

किसी ने कुछ बनाया था, किसी ने कुछ बनाया है…

अगर हिंदू में आंधी है, अगर तूफान मुसलमां है,
तो आओ आंधी-तूफां यार बनके कुछ नया कर लें,
तो आओ इक नजर डालें अहम से कुछ सवालों पर,
कई कोने अंधेरे हैं, मशालों को दिया कर लें,
अब असली दर्द बोलेंगे जो दिलों में छुपाया है।

किसी ने कुछ बनाया था, किसी ने कुछ बनाया है…

~ प्रसून जोशी

Of Inception and Udaan

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Disclaimer : This post is not about the typical reviews of movies mentioned in the title. Neither this post is about the technicalities involved in the concept of Inception, nor I am comparing these two movies. This post is just one of the days out of my diary entries, published publicly !

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Going out for a movie is kinda special occasion for me. Consider this fact – I have been in NCR for past two years but till this Monday, the number of movies I had watched in these two years hadn’t touched the double-digit number, just like India’s GDP growth rate !! In most of the hollywood movies I can’t catch the english accent easily and being a victim of OCPD ( Obsessive compulsive personality disorder), it irks me like hell to miss even the single dialogue in the movies. So I better watch them on my laptop with subtitles. And in bollywood movies there is hardly anything NOT-to-miss kind of content, so its better to miss the whole movie ! Having said that, there are definitely many holly/bolly-wood brilliant movies which are if watched on laptop, that too downloaded from some pirated torrent, it would be a dishonour to the hardwork behind the movie. This year till now I had only watched ’3 Idiots’ in hall. And being a fan of Christopher Nolan, I was waiting for Inception since its first trailer came out last year and going by the so ‘convincingly’ written little status messages on FB about the awesomeness of this movie, I had to go for this movie.

So there I was with three of my friends holding excitedly the ticket for the morning show of Inception. But George Ritzer was damn correct when he wrote about ‘The McDonaldization of Society’ and since we had about some 10 minutes before the movie had to start, we decided to have a quick breakfast at the restaurant with famous ‘M’ its mark ! Despite the warnings of my OCPD compulsions that I need to watch the movie right from the first scene, in which they show film producer’s logo, Warner Bros in this case,  still we entered the hall when Leonardo was already in conversation with some old man and by the time we were on our seats the conversation between them was completely over. Nevertheless movie drama was so gripping that until that same scene came again in the end of movie, I had completely forgotten about it ! The movie ended and if somebody had looked at my face at that point, then surely would have noticed  Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’ on my face and like the painting, I was too mute. I wanted to scream “wow” but it just didn’t come out. I thought its better to make sure first that if I had understood the movie plot atleast or not. And that irkness of missing the first scene pinched me hard as it was also the last crucial scene of the movie and I thought definitely my understanding is missing something very crucial point about the plot. I didn’t dare ask any of my friends that if they were in the same state of mind as mine or they too were going to update their status msg’s with spectacular ease – “awesome movie” ! Nevertheless, we soon were in a discussion regrading whose dream, whose subconscious it was, what was limbo, how can Saito be so old in limbo while Fischer was young, was there actually a fifth level of dream and many more such technical aspects of concept. And I managed to pretend successfully as if I had got this much enough that I can understand their doubts, while my own subconscious was lost somewhere in the limbo of movie. By the intensity and enthusiasm of the debate among us, for a moment I thought that was I actually there to ‘enjoy’ a movie or I had come into some brainstorming sessions on the time-dependent perturbation theory explaining the lamb shift of fine line spectrum of hydrogen atom using theory of quantum electrodynamics !!!

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But thankfully, we soon took a break from all this and two of my friends left for home. But I was determined not to be an example of famous Hindi idiom “ghar ke buddhu, laut kar ghar ko aaye”. I thought if not Inception, I can definitely understand Udaan. I had seen its trailer and I found it pretty interesting. And Amit Trivedi’s music along with the really beautiful lyrics after a long time, was simply awesome. Plus most of the reviews had given this movie a high rating. And I had never watched two movie back to back, so that was another bonus for me.

Soon we had the tickets and my OCPD this time made sure that I happen to be in the seat, right from the beginning of the movie. And then I waited, and waited, and waited, and still waited for next 2 hr and 20 min, for finding out what was there in the script in addition to what I saw in 2 min 20 sec trailer of the movie. I agree that it was not meant to be a typical masala bollywood movie but then if not much, atleast justify my  160  bucks. As it turned out, it proved to be the ‘Intellectually Stimulating movie# 2′ of the day for me.  I seriously had to think hard what the movie was trying to show me but I simply couldn’t  match the level of director and script writer. Except a few cute scene of the small kid Arjun, there was hardly anything I could get in the movie.  Back at home I read all the reviews of Udaan again, whether the writers were sarcastic in their writings or there is some problem with my comprehension abilities. Nevertheless the music was still enjoyable. To pick up a favourite will not be easy. But just quoting few lines from two songs -

Nadi mein talab hai, Kahin jo agar, samandar kahan door hai,
Damakti garaz hai, sone mein agar, To jalna bhi manzoor hai !

and

Subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahan,
Jo khayalon pe pehre daale woh aankhein hai kahan,
Par khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke jhoomenge,
Aasman aasman aasman

But the day still had something really special for me. Twarit, my college friend, was in transit of his journey to home and it was more than about 18 months, since we had met. So I rushed to the New Delhi railway station by 9:30 PM and had a good one hour bakar session with him. The day ended on a positive note and so should this post !

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Before saying the last word about these movies, first honestly tell me do you get anything out of the next statement I am going to write – statement 1: “The commutation relationship of position operator along an axis with linear momentum operator  in same axis,  gives you iota times h-cross” ? And what if I tell you its nothing but our simple old dear Uncle Heisenberg’s Uncertainty principle, which many of us have already read – statement 2: “The product of uncertainty in position with uncertainty in momentum is equal to h-cross by two.” Both statement 1 and 2 are true, but then I would like the one which puts little pressure on my nerve cells ! The artificial difficulty introduced in the statement 1 has killed the actual beauty of this beautiful law of mother nature. Something similar has been done in both the movies I think. Both the movies were far different than the usual stuff. They tried to show something really interesting, but presentation was more difficult than required, something like statement 1. Some beautiful examples of statement-2-kind are – The Dark Knight – pretty much interesting but simple enough as well. Another example – Taare Zameen Par – somewhat similar kind of basic plot  as of Udaan but brilliant treatment of issue.

Definitely, Inception is not ‘The Dark Knight’ – not even close to it.  But if you haven’t watched Inception yet, go and enjoy this one for its visuals and thrills, even if you don’t understand ‘precisely’ whats going on in the movie ! Afterall people can still dance to the Punjabi beats without even understanding a single word of the song !

PS – Can somebody explain me the concept of ‘Limbo’ in details – any mathematical derivation explaining this shared space-time phenomenon is the most welcomed !

A Pure Bliss :)

Last Monday, it was about 6 o’clock in the morning. My mom’s voice struck on my eardrums and I came out of the beautiful dream I was having. I removed the blanket from my face and with still half-awakened eyes, I could see my parents and di sitting in my bedroom and a hot tea cup was waiting for me to grab it. Thats the usual ritual in my home how we start our day.  And sometimes just for a change neither me, nor my tea cup minds if I haven’t brushed my teeth :P .  I removed the curtains from the window behind me and light through the windows forced my eyes to close momentarily. The sun was not visible among the gray clouds, but everything was brightened up in white. The previous night when I had reached my home, it was raining heavily and it was still drizzling outside. The trees, plants and grass were reflecting  green light more than usual as if they all were feeling fresh after taking a bathe. The thick white smoke of fog was moving upwards to the mountain top, uncovering behind it the green mountains, as if the mountains were too removing the  blanket from over its body. The freshness and cleanliness  of the whole surrounding was a feast to the eyes as if someone had washed up all the dust from a glass covered scenery. Some morning birds were adding music to the ears as if they were celebrating their day off due to continuous rain. Everything seemed like a suspended animation. I was still trying to inhale all of this beauty in, when a cold breeze struck me hard on my face and a shiver made me hold my blanket more tightly around me and have my first sip of hot tea. And I thanked my mom for waking me up from my dream to realize that a more beautiful dream world was waiting outside for me.

It had been more than a year since I had spent a week long vacations & doing almost nothing, at home. And especially, its been really really long time since I have spent time at home around ‘this time of the year’. And you even value this more, when you have come home from a place called Delhi after spending May and June there. And the bonus of  ‘this time of the year’ is the king of fruits – Mango. Not sure how many of you would have actually tasted those small-sized-mangoes which only consist of juicy fibrous seed, without any significant pulp and you can have the full seed inside your mouth in one go. The number doesn’t count, only heaps do count. Its like we turn into a mango-seed-churning machines ! Not even Alphonso can match their taste for me !

To have icing on the cake, there was a day’s trip to Shimla as well. Since I can remember from my childhood days, Shimla has been the regular ‘picnic spot’ for my family. Hardly there had been any vacations when I haven’t visited to Shimla. And still everytime I go to this place, I fall in love with this place all over again. Its not that its the most beautiful place I have ever been to but its just that I have got connected somewhere to this place. It rained heavily the moment we reached there and though I was cursing myself why I didn’t come atleast in full sleeves shirt, but I was enjoying every single shiver going through my body.  Overall a day well spent !

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One more activity, which I enjoy at home is ‘TV-Channel-Surfing’. Its mostly my mom who rules the prime time and its been since the days of ‘Kasauti …’ and ‘Kyunki …‘ that I have to bear this all. At one point of time I had a good account of how many marriages did Prerna had in that serial :D . But this time I was glad that finally mom has said bidaai to her favourite serial ‘Bidaai’ and now she is more interested in ‘Do Hanso Ka Joda’. I was amazed that mom had changed her taste to National Geographic Channel. But all this proved to be a mere illusion when I found out that this was nothing but some far relatives of Ekta Kapoor had rechristened ‘Humans’ to ‘Hans’. But anyways a little of sentiments with mom always work and soon I had the full control of TV remote, all at my discretion.

Talking about World Cup football, its like George Bush’s famous quip, “Either you are with us. Or you are against us.” You can love football or you can hate football, but certainly you can’t ignore it ! And being a great fan of Gandhiji and his philosophy, I decided to love rather than hate this game. My hostel friends better know how I had been transformed from not-even-the-12th-player of the football team to the one who played in their team in our final year  – for others it may  sound childish  but for me it was an achievement ! Watched the quarter final games, was a bit sad after Messi-Maradona combination couldn’t even put a fight against Germans and also when Ghana couldn’t convert the penalty in the dying moments. And somewhere I realized that me too was started developing those characteristics of  ‘Frivolous Football Fanatics’ [ as per the classification given by  my dear friend Mr. Mohneet Singh Ahuja ] like screaming ‘Goooaaaaalllllllllll’ everytime I sensed that there could have been a potential goal.  Watched Wimbledon too, but it was a bit boring without Federer there !

But the most interesting thing was – like Colombus ended up in America accidentally, me too ended up with a serial named Mahi Way on sony while surfing all the channels. I guess its already finished but I saw its repeat telecast every morning.  Simply loved the attitude of Mahi – the female protagonist in the serial. She knows exactly what she has, what she has not, what she wants and what she can have. The best thing about her is that although she hardly succeeds in her attempts to fulfill her dreams, almost everyone around her teases her except her two-three good buddies but she never seems like a frustrated or a sad-soul-kind of person. She enjoys whatever she is blessed with and always keeps her spirits high. For her, a piece of GulabJamun can offer more pleasure than anything else on this planet despite knowing that it will only add to her tires on her waist. Her dialogues and thoughts has always that sense of ‘wanting-something’ but still they never turn into ‘frustated-statements’. In short a total bindass and adorable character !

Thats how I spent my last week. I wish if I could have stayed up at my home for always. May be I can sell some fruits and vegetables for my living ! But for the time being I am back in Delhi again and was relaxed to know that finally heavens have opened up here as well. Sitting in my balcony, watching the farms and trees of Pusa Agriculture Institute, listening to the sound of rain, enjoying ‘garam pakoras’ and updating my blog – indeed a pure bliss !

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