Allahabadi Worldview

उफनाये दरिया को देख दिल सहम सा गया , वापिस कदम खुद बा खुद चल पड़े ! रस्ते में एक बच्चा बारिश के मजे ले रहा था , गजब का  हौसला हमने कागज़ की नाव में देखा !! उसके चेहरे के सुकून से हमने जाना , हारना उसने जाना न था ! खुदा इस हौसले को यु ही बचा रखना , बड़ी मुश्किलों से इंसान तैयार होते हैं !! रात आई है तो सवेरा भी होगा , थोडा इत्मिनान रख मेरे दिल !!   दरिया कितनी भी गहरी क्यों न हो किनारा जरूर होता  है !! ***************************************

its a story in the backdrop of recent Mumbai blast at 6:53 pm in dadar, where a person dies.this is the last page of his life....... 7:30 am A lazy morning in Mumbai, sunlight is filtering through the curtains and on the bed, I am lazily thinking about priorities of my day. I have office at 9, meet with international clients at 11, prepare for tomorrows presentation till 4, then have meeting with boss at 6, hummff that’s it for the day!!! No, no I forgot one thing I have to go to car machanic for wheel alignment as well but before 7 pm at any cost. Well, after getting all the days business set in my mind, I dug my face again in the pillow and fell asleep only when a screaming sound made entry over my ear drums “aaj to Bandar-Bandariya ki shaadi ho rahi hai”(today monkey couple are marrying eachother)…..it was my little kido “Saniya” whom we all call Sana. She jumped over my belly and said,”papa, dekho na bahar kitna acha lag raha hai, barish aur dhoop sath sath”. I grazed out of

3 months back: One morning when i got up and looked at the sky out of my window......a full moon..... a full moon was grazing at me as if saying, my dear don't worry, i wont allow dark night to horrify you, i will be with you in every dark moments and will show you the way when you dont have the option of using your eyes. a day before yesterday: when i got up and looked out of my window, i din see anything, my moon was not there, it was dark black horizon where nothing was visible..........except for a ray of hope... you know, a single strand has power to keep a cloth intact.......& a single ray has the power to keep the darkness at bay. actually i had lost my moon long ago but i dint realised the darkness as i was comfortable remembering the soothing light, the cozyness and cool feeling from the moon!!! I was living in oblivion, staying away from truth which was as bigger as Himalaya is..............which had a foundation of LIE. My moon was cheating me, moon sai

An Indians’ CRY….... Marathi Manoooooos……………whats that??? I acknowledge only one manoooos…………..the common man! The common man ---R.K.LAXMAN’S COMMON MAN! Indian middle class who is always sandwiched between the rocky roughness of corruption and politics. Once again this has happening in Maharashtra. I don’t understand few things what Mr. SWAR _Raj wants to convey as Marathi pride……… 1) Where was Raj, when there were thousands of MARATHI MANOOS committing suicide in Vidarbha and Marathwada.? ( still suicides are prevalent) 2) Where was Raj, when terrorists rocked Mumbai in December last year? ( in his safe house) 3) Where was Raj, when there were 1993 riots? ( Was he a child that time, a spoon fed baby) These three questions are like triangle problem to me whose angles are so obtuse that it is difficult to figure out the area of the triangle. I don’t understand, what they gonna provide to Marathi common man? 1) an identity of ruckus? 2) an identity of mindless g