Allahabadi Worldview

तुमने ठोकर सिर्फ मुझे नहीं मारा, ये ठोकर है हर उस गरीब को जो सपने देखता है अच्छे कल के । ये ठोकर है हर उस मजबूर को , जो हर सुबह उठ कर बस यही सोचता है के आज कुछ पैसे कमा लूँ  ताकि शाम को भूखा न सोना पड़े । ये ठोकर है हर उस उम्मीद को, जो उठती है मेरे साथ हर सुबह, मेहनत करती है पसीना बहाती है दिन भर और फिर थक कर दम तोड़ देती है हर शाम । पर हर सुबह फिर से आ जाती है मेरे पास , नई उम्मीद बन कर । मगर आज की ठोकर के बाद लगता नहीं की फिर से ऐसी सुबह आएगी । तुमने कहा की मै सड़क पर बैठा था जो गैरकानूनी है , सच कहा तुमने, मै तो भूल ही गया था , इस सड़क पर सिर्फ बईमान ही दूकान लगा सकते हैं , मगर मै बूढा ये समझ न पाया । बाप की उम्र का सही , गुस्सा था तो अरे दो - चार थप्पड़ ही मार लेते । हाथ जोड़े, विनती भी की, मगर तुम न माने और मार दिया  ठोकर मेरी जिंदगी को । तुमने सिर्फ टाइप-राइटर नहीं तोडा, तुमने तोडा है मेरा आज , मेरे आने वाले कल को । ये जो टुकड़े पड़े हैं ना, ये रिबन-नट-बोल्ट-स्पोक्स नहीं है, ये टुकड़े है मेरी दवा की शीशी की , ये टुकड़े है मेरे खाने के , ये टुकड़े है मेरी हर उस जरुरत की जो मुझे ज़ि

SpectoonS I ntroduction While doing engineering, I started suffering from a disease called Impatience. Which means I hated prolonged classes of Machine Design. As it is said, necessity is mother of all inventions. Same way, alongside topography I started using cartooning of machine parts. Though this habit landed me trouble with a Back in machine design. But, this made me to take cartoons seriously, In particular, political cartoons.  Yes, this sleeping lazy is me.... I have compiled 25 best cartoons that I like from year 2013. Hope you all will like it and appreciate spectoons. www.facebook.com/spectoons Twitter : @spectoons ***************************************************************************************************************************** I. Mood of the Year 2013 India Against Corruption was the the buzz word around the country which brought entire Indian youth at one stage. IAC showed us the power of common man, power of democra

What have we learnt being an Allahabadi? Its time to disconnect from Gandhi family and learn from real leaders from the great city of Allahabad..... Rajarshi Tandon, if you ask any person who belongs to Allahabad  he would say, Yes, there is an open University and a PD Tandon Park in Katra. Thats it, this is all we know about him....Shame! Following excepts from wikipedia may explain what was he in reality, who he was and what being a philanthropic meant to him : Rajarshi Purushottam Das Tandon was at the time a Member of Parliament.  Once, when he went to collect his salary cheque in the Parliament Office, he asked the clerk there to transfer the amount directly to a “Public Service Fund”.  The officials over there were pleasantly surprised by his generosity. One of his colleagues standing nearby said: “There are hardly four hundred rupees as your allowance for the whole month. And you are donating the entire amount for social service?”  Tandon ji humbly replied – “You se

After Pune Blast today i was busy on social media forums, facebook, twitter, news.....then i realised a bitter truth about us. A peculiar quality which defines our nature, behavior, thought process, basically our character.   Blame-game, yes its is blame game, this is what we Indians have mastered in.  Some sick brain says bomb was planted by Congress to deviate attention of people/media away from Jantar Mantar. Some say its done by Pakistan sponsored terrorists. Some say its not a serious blast as nobody died (what, are you waiting for dead bodies to accept the seriousness of the blast?). Some said, its an act to make a tough debut to our new Home Minister Shinde, come'on dude grow up. we say, we talk, we discuss, we criticize but one thing we dont do, which we need to do everytime, everyday, every-moment..............Stay safe, stay cool and stay calm. Its easy to panic in tough situations, this nervousness, jittery moment make us human being, a naturally emot

Part A: "You know, I am just a fone call away",he smiled and dashed the door on my face. I heard the gunning sound of engine after a while which indicated he left for office. We married last month and from strangers (thanks to arrange marriage set up), we journeyed together upto here when I don't wana see him away. This was nothing new to me, it has become a routine work to wait for him entire day, so i got busy in my mundane work.......a house wifes' work. "Trin Trin'" my phone in the living room rang. I rushed to the fone as i thought it would be Mummy as she has become fav past time for me in this city of strangers. "Hello......hellow.......who is this, hellow? i stiffened my voice tone a bit. 'Hey wify, its me', this followed with a short giggle. "i was just checking how you react". I was passing by and thought of filling up petrol so i stopped at bunk and decided to disturb my busy wife a little. You know,

“At the cash counter of civil hospital in the city of Lucknow, there was a spat going on. A young boy, (roughly around 16-17yrs old, clad in untidy clothes, unshaved and with wet eyes) was having a heated debate with the counter man, who on the opposite side of the window, was throwing typical hot-words. Nobody around were looking interested in the debate, but were firmly enjoying the drama with loads of enthusiasm. I was moving towards parking after meeting my relative who was admitted over there, but looks of the boy compelled me to get into the spat. I went to the counter & asked the boy ,”what happened, bhai”? He glanced & tried to figure out whether I am related to the hospital or not, when he failed to assess, he replied, “I need the final bills to get cleared but the counter man says to come after 3 pm”. I looked at my watch, it was 11:45 am, as is apparent, Govt. employees work only post lunch, in the similar fashion, a time of 3:30pm was wisely advised. Then I sug