December 18, 2011

Negative

Guest Post By: Manikandan Chandrasekharan (Minasco)


People say, “Be positive”. Why? Is negativity such a powerful thing? Is negativity a barrier? To succeed, must one always stay optimistic with positive energy surrounding him/ her? Do you find yourself as that individual who has faced negativity? Did that negativity make your life miserable? Didn’t you have anything to feel happy about? Didn’t you accomplish anything in the past?


I have attempted to write this article to answer these simple questions. Almost everyone who reads the first paragraph would have the answers in the form of opinions. But I am equally confident that people would still read the remaining part of the article. I am confident because of a simple fact that if everyone knew the answers then there wouldn't have been so many bestseller books on staying positive or optimism. I would just like to give my honest opinions.


People who have advised me to stay positive are ones who have been close to me. They say it because they mean it. My father, my Professors and my close friends have all said it to me. Why would they ask me to stay optimistic? The answer is simple. Every one of them faced negativity. No one can avoid it. It is very powerful. No barrier can stop it. To succeed is not about staying positive. Staying positive is like the color black. Just as the absence of white light is black, absence of negativity is positivity. To stay positive, rise above negativity.


Negativity is like the colors of the optical spectrum. The vibrant colors that I am talking about are the opinions from many people, situations faced by the individual, the time of occurrence, self-doubt, short of support, haunting images of past failures and the absence of a smile. Every individual faces any one of these striking factors at least once in their lifetime. These don’t make life miserable. They teach us something. The bottom-line of many movies like Rambo Balboa, The Pursuit of Happiness among many others also say the same thing. All they say is, “Believe in yourself and overcome negativity.” That’s all it takes to be positive and to succeed.


Let the negativity come, question your abilities and bring the negative energy along with it. You just have to believe in yourself and move forward. You have won in the past; you just have to repeat it. It takes a mammoth effort to earn the first dollar note, not thereafter. It takes a billion bucks to bring the first unit of drug into the market, not thereafter. The same way, it takes immense courage to overcome negativity once, not thereafter. And if you don’t remember a time when you succeeded, let me remind you the day when you were born. You succeeded in breathing and living on your own.


You can succeed if you have positive energy. But don’t forget, that positive energy is just the absence of negativity which you have prevailed over. This is my first blog. The grammar might not be great but I am sure it’s understandable. It took me 22 years of my life to write the first one, but I am sure the first step is always the most difficult one. I crossed this barrier today. Strangely, the moment I wrote the previous line, I had a thought of some other concept for my second blog. But I guess that’s not a surprise as I have already taken the first step.

-Minasco

December 10, 2011

Misfit!

The compartment was packed.

Full.

Full of suit clad, gadget loving, bespectacled Educated class. These were the men and women of character, or synonymously, the ones with the money. Those who walked the talk, thought out of the box and were always on the same page. These were the people that had kept the dream of a Utopian world alive-the Dream Merchants. Simply put, they were the ones with the greener grass on their side; Always. They were lost in their own world.

Pleasing. Beautiful. Cultured. Powerful. Sharp.

He was a misfit; an Anomaly, if you will. Despite being an octogenarian, he was oblivious to the pace of this world, or at least he was made to believe so. He was everything that could be wrong. He was the tragedy that though never happened, yet was remembered by all. He was the reason for disruption of world peace, recession and most of all, global warming. No one knew exactly why they hated him but he definitely was the biggest nemesis.

Too slow. Too old. Too weak. Disturbing. Unkempt. Smelly.

His very presence in the compartment was enough to invite stares. He was unwanted and uninvited despite being a law abiding ticket holder.

He looked around in anticipation of a vacant seat. There were a few, but they were swiftly taken by the expensive backpacks and coats. The whole compartment worked in perfect harmony to deny him a seat. Once again, humiliated by his own destiny, he looked down, dejected.

“Sir! Come, you can sit here”-someone called in a loud rustic voice

Suddenly his eyes saw someone who looked awfully similar- another Misfit, albeit younger, who somehow had managed to infiltrate the aristocrat class, and was sitting. His neediness found an unexpected reassured look. Although, he got some stern looks, he ignored. He too was lost in his own world.

He gathered his belongings to get up.

It’s only when he pulled out crutches from under his seat that a sizeable number of eyes dropped in shame.

Photo Courtesy- Google Images



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November 20, 2011

शायद समझ जाएँ !

क्या है एक झलक जानते हैं ?
अपने पड़ोसी से दिल लगा कर देखिए
बिना मिले रोज़ मुलाकत कर के देखिए
दरवाज़े पर टकटकी लगा कर देखिए
शायद समझ जाएँ !

क्या है उम्मीद जानते हैं ?
कोई सवाल पूछ कर देखिए
शून्य की आँखों में झांक कर देखिए
किसी का इंतज़ार कर के देखिए
शायद समझ जाएँ !

क्या है फासले जानते हैं ?
किसी के करीब होने की कोशिश करके देखिए
पास और करीब होने में फर्क महसूस कर के देखिए
एक दस्तक के लिए मन के किवाड़ बंद कर के देखिए
शायद समझ जाएँ !

क्या है कविता जानते हैं ?
किसी अधूरे पन्ने को खोल कर देखिए
अनजाने शहर में अपनों को ढूँढ कर देखिए
एक झूठ को जीकर देखिए
जो कह ना सके वोह लिख कर देखिए
स्व से जुदा होकर भी सबसे जुड़ कर देखिए

नहीं तो केवल
अपने ही शब्दों में ख़ुद को ढूँढ कर देखिए
मैं वही कर रहा हूँ
शायद समझ जाएँ !

November 2, 2011

मोड़

आज युहीं सोचा
चलो यहाँ से मुड़ें
और कुछ बरस पीछे चलें
जहाँ जीवन के अंश छोड़ आए हैं
उस अतीत को टटोलें
कितने सफ़र तय किये
कितनी मंजिलें हासिल की
क्या क्या सीखा
कितनी सीढियां चढ़ी
चलो थोड़ा हिसाब करें
आओ कुछ बरस पीछे चलें

पर यह याददाश्त भी दगा दे रही है
जब पीछे देखा
तो सब धुन्दला पाया
रास्ता तो यही है
पर एक भी राही याद ना आया

यादों कि गलियां कितनी संकरी हैं

चेहरे तो हैं
पर नाम नहीं है
यहाँ रहा हूँ मैं
पर यह मेरा घर नहीं
एक मकान ही है
यहाँ से गुज़रा हूँ में
पर यह मेरी गली नहीं
यह दर सूना ही है
इस दोराहे पर खड़े
कुछ सवाल अंतर्मन से पूछें
आओ कुछ बरस पीछे चलें

जब अंतर्मन में झाँका
तो पाया ज़िन्दगी अधूरे अध्यायों का सार है
हर जगह कुछ उम्मीद छोड़ आया
किसी को अलविदा ना कहा
ना किसी को भूल पाया
कोई किताब बन्द नहीं की
ना ही कहीं पूर्णविराम लगा पाया
शायद इसलिए हर पड़ाव पर सूनापन है
चारों और फैला हुआ
एक खालीपन है
एक बड़ा सा शीशा है
जो ब्रह्मित करता है
कल को आज और आज को कल दिखाता है

उम्मीद का दामन अब थाम लूँ कैसे
पुराने रास्तों पर कदम रखूं कैसे
शायद आज कोई मुलाकात फिर हो जाये
कुछ अंतों का फिर आगाज़ हो जाये
क्या पता कोई ख़त आ जाये
या कोई साथी मिले
हाथ थम जो फिर ले चले
कुछ बरस पहले
हार्दिक आभार

October 26, 2011

दिवाली


यह मेरी अपनी रचना नहीं है...यह मैंने कहीं पढ़ी और पढ़ते ही यह मेरे मन में बस गयी...
जो भी इसके रचयिता हैं ..उसे बहुत बहुत ध्नयवाद और आभार की वोह उन सभी भावनाओ को प्रकट कर पाए जो शायद हम सब भारतीयों को भारतीय बनाती है!
दिवाली के इस पवन अवसर पर आप सभी और आपके परिवार को मेरी ओर से हार्दिक शुभकामनाये!
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अब के दिवाली पर इक काम कीजिये

कुछ खर्चा मुफलिसों के नाम कीजिये

तकदीर समझ बैठे है जो अंधरों को

आप रौशनी का वहाँ इंतजाम कीजिये

कोरी मुबारकबाद में कुछ नही हासिल

थोडा सा मीठे का भी एहतराम कीजिये

महसूस करोगे सुकून मन में दोस्तों

पैर छूकर बुजुर्गों को प्रणाम कीजिये

दौडाके नजर अपने अपने इलाकों में

जरुरतमंदों की यादगार शाम कीजिये

गुप्त दान करने का जमाना जा चुका

जो आपको करना है सरेआम कीजिये

ता- उम्र काम आएगी समझ ले बेचैन

ना ख्वाइशों का खुद को गुलाम कीजिये

October 6, 2011

A Job, Well Done!

Steve Jobs
1955-2011


"That's been one of my mantras — focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it's worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains."
– Business Week 1998

"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."

"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."

"Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle."

"Stay hungry; Stay foolish"
– Stanford commencement speech 2005

"There's nothing that makes my day more than getting an e-mail from some random person in the universe who just bought an iPad over in the UK and tells me the story about how it's the coolest product they've ever brought home in their lives. That's what keeps me going. It's what kept me five years ago [when he was diagnosed with cancer], it's what kept me going 10 years ago when the doors were almost closed. And it's what will keep me going five years from now whatever happens."
- AllThingsD Conference, 2010


Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple, passed away yesterday, a day after iPhone 4S release. A true visionary, who revolutionized how "i" see a computer, improved how "i" listen to music and literally taught me what all can "i" do with a phone. He defined the generation "i" belong to.....

It must be fate that Einstein passed away in 1955 and Steve Jobs was born in 1955, as if it was God’s way of re-assuring that “i”nnovation wouldn’t end in this world.

Thank You Mr. Steve Jobs....! R."i".P.

September 29, 2011

Grandpa!

Prologue

Shaina looked down, stretched herself, laid still in that position for a few seconds and made another desperate attempt to keep her eyes open. It’s not easy to spend a night on a hospital bench, even if the hospital looks as luxurious as a five star hotel!

If it was not for, the thought of patients suffering, doctors running frantically in and out of wards and the persistent typical hospital smell, this building could well pass as a super luxury hotel rather than a super specialty hospital. From the interiors, the expensive plants on the aisles and the even more expensive paintings on the walls, it was obvious that it was meant only for the richer than the richest of the people. Shaina’s dad, being an NRI was one of those!

The reason for such fancy architecture, on the borderline of being grotesque, was indeed simple, to give the depressed patients and families, a reason to feel better. And she was staring at those walls looking for just that reason.

Story

Shaina was here because her grandfather, or as she learnt to call him, growing up in NYC, Poppy, was admitted here. He was 72 and had aged a little earlier than the family expected. Shaina’s father was a very rich and busy man. He had made a fortune in construction business in USA and was now expanding in the Middle East. But that meant not being there for his father in his twilight years. He tried to make amends in the last 3 years by moving back to India, yet seeing his father on his death bed, brought his guilt back.

Shaina was very close to her grandfather. She was 16 and had moved back to India an year before her parents. However she used to visit India, twice every year even without her parents. That, she thought, was her father’s way of overcompensating for his shortcomings as a son.

Its funny how being with someone on his deathbed is considered a way to absolve all failings of the past. Shaina’s grandfather was surrounded by many such failed people. A failed son, three failed younger siblings and a few failed nieces and nephews constituted the family of the patriarch. Shaina felt disgusted seeing the hypocrites around; the ones she was supposed to love and call family! Tonight, she forcibly sent everyone home. She wanted some lone time with her Poppy even if he was on a life support system and couldn’t open his eyes. Her father, neck deep in his guilt, however, refused to leave.

Over the years, Shaina had developed a very special bond with her grandpa that defied the obvious generation gap and cultural difference. She thought she may be a misfit in India, especially because she was staying with an old man. But she was amazed how these things never became an issue with grandpa. She had some anger for his father that he left his widower father alone in India on the mercy of servants and relatives. But she never let that out in front of grandpa, or that’s what she thought!

Seeing him deteriorate day by day had been very hard on her. She had shut herself from everyone and every update on his heath. For her, grandpa was always the same towering figure who overshadowed everyone in his company, including his super successful son. After all, he was an ex army man! Was that the reason of his father’s drift from him? Did he feel dwarfed by his father so much that he led an escapist’s life? These questions always troubled her, all the more because they were unanswered.

She suddenly felt someone was standing next to her. She looked up. It was an old, tall, frail, slightly hunched figure, with a shining face, captivating smile and eyes that had nothing but content in them.

He was her grandpa!

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on your bed?”-she asked authoritatively.

“Hey! Who is the grandfather here?”-he replied with a witty smile on his wrinkly face.

“I got bored of lying there kid, so I thought I would take a walk. The doctors and nurses weren’t around, so I seized the moment!”-he said with a wink! Guess, sense of humor never ages!

“Don’t be cheeky grandpa; this could be harmful for you. Go back and rest”.

“No kid, I need to talk to you”.

“What?”

“How are you doing and how are you taking all this?”

“What all?”

“You know, me dying and all!”-he said with a straight face.

“You are not dying grandpa, you are improving everyday!”-she answered while trying her best not to look at him!

She was in Denial!

“Sweetie, the doctors beg to differ from you!”

“I don’t care!”

“But I do”

“You care about what?”

“About you dear.”

“I am fine; you are the one who is sick. Go back grandpa, will you, please! You need doctors right now.”-she pleaded.

“Yes I need doctors! But you are the one who needs a grandpa around!”

“Then don’t die!”-she stared into his eyes and said angrily. And yes, she had inherited that straight face too!

No one said anything for a while. Shaina was welling up, but she didn’t want to cry in front of him. She put her head on his chest and he embraced her.

“Honey, I am dying, accept it!”-he said after a pause

“No, you are not dying”.

“I have to, my dear.”

“What? What do you mean, you have to?”-she looked up to him in sheer amaze. What was he saying?

“Shaina, old has to go for the new to take over. It’s like a relay race; I have to pass the baton to your dad.”

“You have already done that grandpa and he has taken over the family. He takes care of the aunts and the uncles. He is the father figure to them. “

“Then, what’s my point of hanging on anyway?”

“For me, Poppy!”-she said in a louder volume, though that made her conscious about her surroundings. She sounded irritated now. These reasons weren’t enough for him to give up, she thought.

“No sweetie, you don’t want me live like this.”

“You will be ok”-she sounded more doubtful than re-assuring!

“No I won’t be, trust me. If there was any hope of me leading a normal life again, I would live, for you! I am an army man!”

“Do you understand circle of life?”- he continued after a pause

“Yes, but today, I refuse to believe in it”.

“Well, it’s not your choice you know! I have completed my circle of life Shaina. When a baby is born he can’t speak a word, cannot walk and he is totally dependent on people around him. Today, I can barely talk; half my words don’t make any sense to people; I have lost my mobility and…..”- he paused

“And, what?”

“And I am on diapers again dear!”

Shaina looked at him in shock. For the first time in the entire conversation, she could empathize with him. Last month she had a hair-line fracture in her foot and her mobility was affected. It was not the pain, but the frustration, that drove her crazy. Even though she needed help just while getting down from the bed, the idea of needing someone around all the time was choking. She lowered her eyes as she didn’t want him to feel embarrassed. But she had to re-kindle the flame in him; the flame that saw him through years of loneliness and family apathy.

“I am sorry grandpa; I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“Don’t worry kid, you won’t embarrass me! I know how much you care for me. You are my Angel! You are the reason I could survive for so long.”

Survive; bingo! He said the word. She is not going to let this go!

“So, what happened now? Where is that zeal? Where is that Colonel’s attitude? You are just 72!”- she said as she was interrogating him.

“Ha Ha Ha!”- he laughed out loudly in a typical style reminiscent of his army background. She swiftly signaled him to be quiet by putting her fingers on his mouth. He grinned sheepishly and continued-

“You sure know how to convince someone!”-both smiled! Just like the good old times!

“Tell me something”- he continued in a serious voice- “how did you feel when your parents moved here? What bothered you the most? Be honest!”

“Well, my whole life was there! My school, my friends, my routine; everything! I still miss them sometimes.”

“How many of my friends have you seen visiting me in the last 3 years?” he said with a sigh, trying to look away. Now, he noticed the walls too!

“None!”-she said in a low voice. She knew where he was getting at. She didn’t want him to get there!

“You know why? Because they are either dead or sick or so far that I can’t travel due to my ripe age and same for them. Now, I know, at this age, with a beautiful family around, I shouldn’t be complaining. But, kid, sometimes I have to be selfish.”

Beautiful family! Really!” she said in disbelief, stressing on the adjective he used!

“Aha! There comes the taboo topic. You think my family has failed me, including your father. Isn’t it?”

She didn’t say anything. She was about to accuse her father. She has avoided this talk for long, but now was the time!

“Yes!”-she finally gathered enough courage to have this conversation.

“Ok! Let me get it straight Shaina. They didn’t fail me. You can trust me. I needn’t protect anyone because I am dying. I wasn’t perfect either dear. I always put my duty before my family. I wasn’t there for him for most of his childhood and youth. I tried to be a part of his life later, but by then, I guess, I had already inflicted enough pain. And the rest of them, I really don’t care, neither should you!”

He tried to convince his granddaughter how bad a father he was! Talk about caring!

“But dad tried to get back at you by leaving you alone here”

There it was; the final blow!

“No kid! Initially, he wanted me to move. It was me who didn’t want to come out of the comfort zone. Then, he gave up.”

For the first time Shaina saw her dad in a different light. She could now interpret his quiet and self-indulgent escapist behavior. No one was at fault; neither her grandpa, who was just serving his country, nor her father, who was coping with an empty childhood.

“He used to force me to visit you.”- she said in a low voice, though smiling. “I know! He is a good kid. Shaina, don’t resent your father. He could take my indifference while growing up, but he wouldn’t be able to take the same from you when he is ageing.”- he said with a heavy voice.

Shaina nodded her head in affirmative. The silent gesture of gratitude by her father towards grandpa was now becoming clear to her.

“Shaina, one more thing.”

“What”?

“Let go, Angel!”

She looked at him. No words were required. Think about what you are asking grandpa, she wanted to say. You are asking me to keep this mental image for the rest of my life and that’s all. But for the first time she could see a content old man in the strong image of her grandfather; the old man who, at this point, was asking for death from life; the old man who could see positives in all the negativity around. He wanted to meet his old friends and his wife; he wanted the ability to take control of his life, in a strange way though. From the helpless state of immobility he wanted to transcend into the state where he could fly! It was time for her to grow up!

She started crying and hugged her grandfather. She wanted to hold him tight, even though she knew he wanted to escape, forever! She fumbled for words but said while being in his embrace-

“Yes! I would let go grandpa, for your peace, when the time comes. But promise me, you won’t give up. Now, please go back and rest, or rather fight, my army man!”- she smiled at her last word.

“Shaina, look around, where am I?”- he lifted her head up.

She was shocked at his question and looked up unsure what was she looking for!

“What do you mean? You are sitting in front of me!”

“Then who is that person lying on the bed?”-he pointed at a room

There was a man lying there, with tubes and machines all around him. He looked as if he was in deep slumber, unaware and peaceful. Her dad had fallen asleep next to him, holding his hand. He looked like her grandpa! She looked over the glass door and then looked back the person sitting in front of him. They were the same people!

“What is happening grandpa?”-she asked in disbelief.

“I am already dead Shaina, but I couldn’t go leaving you in denial and resenting your father. I couldn’t have handled that even in the beyond. I had to wait.”

She was taken aback. Was she dreaming? What was real?

But it took her only a moment to realize that it was her grandfather’s love and care for her that even after his “death” he couldn’t leave her reeling in pain and loaded with questions. Most importantly, he had to convince her that letting go was best for her.

She looked up at him and tried to say something but could manage only a few tears! Seeing her getting lost for words, he said calmly-

“Now, I can go peacefully. Take care of your father kid!”

He kissed her forehead, got up and started walking. She kept looking till she lost his sight.

Grandpa was gone. Grandpa was at peace.

Epilogue

“Shaina!”-someone called her name. She wiped her tears and looked around, it was her dad.

“Shaina, grandpa is gone”-he said with a lump in his throat, fighting back his tears.

“I know dad”-she said composing herself, “and he went peacefully”-she added while looking over her shoulder in the direction where he walked off and mumbled- “rest in peace, Poppy!”

She hugged her dad who couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Let it out dad, let it out! I love you! “

She looked at the paintings on the wall again. Now she knew, they were there for the departing souls too!



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September 25, 2011

Two Walking Sticks


By: Venkatesh Sathyanarayanan

It was a temple. A very modern one built with marble floor tiles having electrical bells for aarthi, direction boards detailing where the various gods are, running messages about auspicious days and the schedules on LCD displays etc. It was one such auspicious day and one could see the place buzzing with activity, the priest distributing the Kumkum and Tulasi, a group of people mumbling prayers fervently trying to reach out to the almighty, another group trying for the same by circling around the main deity and yet another group chanting the beautiful sounding sama veda.

A bit away from this scene you could spot a queue in front of the cafeteria (madapalli) which was my next destination. One can get the greatest tasting food at the lowest price with the food served in the most innovative bowls, one made out of leaf which is recyclable, cost efficient and user friendly. As I got the food I wanted, I settled down in a quiet place in the verandah. Facing me were the vivid paintings on the wall - detailing the acts of god as told in the scriptures. I was engrossed in those paintings when a young man came that way and sat beside me with prasadam in hand. He must have been in his late twenties neatly dressed in a white shirt and a khaki pant and with the ashes applied across his forehead. He was lost in thoughts with signs of anxiety on his face indicative of some troubled times in life. He seemed to be trying to find answers for his current state or just seeking divine support to cross through the period, and he was completely oblivious of me noticing him.

A good ten minutes later a shabbily clothed, very old gentleman was walking past us literally trying to drag his body along. I started sympathizing with the old man’s plight. When the body loses all its vigor, tired after decades spent on the rhetoric pursuits of life, it needs a support to cling on to, to enable itself to do one of the simplest things in life – i.e to walk. I made it a point that I would get him a walking stick the next time I come to the temple. As I was pondering, I realized that the young guy also needed a walking stick – one for his mind for it not to limp and cross through periods of trouble in life. I sat next to him and started a conversation.

August 7, 2011

हम में आज भी कहीं एक बच्चा बसता है

हम में आज भी कहीं एक बच्चा बसता है
वोह हकीकत से बेफिक्रे है
अजब अजब उसके नखरे हैं

दिन
भर की दौड़ धूप के बाद
छल कपट और झूठ के बाद
मेरा अंतर्मन आज भी सच्चा है
हम में आज भी कहीं एक बच्चा बसता है

भीड़ में छुपा हुआ सहमा हुआ डरा सा
अकेले में शान्त सही तेजस्वी आलोक सा
आज उसे खिलोनों और चाँद तारों की ख्वाइश नहीं शायद
लेकिन दादी नानी के किस्सों और माँ की गोद की हसरत रखता है
भाई बहिन के दुलार के सपनों में खोया
हम में आज भी कहीं एक बच्चा बसता है

इसकी चंचलता का कोई सानी नहीं
कीमती कपड़ों,लम्बी गाडी और महंगे बंगलों के बीच
आँखों की कोर से,चुपके से पुरानी गली में दोस्तों को ढूँढता है
ज़िद्द पे अड़ जाये तो अब भी आफत है
पर पिता की डांट की गुंजाईश ज़रूर रखता है
हम में आज भी कहीं एक बच्चा बसता है

यह बच्चा चुपके से हम पर हंस रहा है
इशारों में कुछ सवाल पूछ रहा है

सांसारिकता में उलझा हुआ
स्वाभाविकता भूल रहा है तू
जीवन शैली के अधीन हो
जीना भूल रहा है तू
इतना व्यावहारिक हो गया है
कि वास्तविकता से परे है तू

दीवारों में चुने हुए
खाईओं से घिरे हुए
हे! आधुनिक इंसान
दो पल रुक,साँस ले
और भूल यह स्वार्थी,अभिमानी और भौतिकी शान

झांक अपने अन्दर और सुन उस दबी हुई मासूम आवाज़ को
जो अब भी उम्मीद से तुझे यह याद दिलाती है

खिड़की से बाहर सावन के झूलों को देख

मन तो तेरा आज भी मचलता है
इस यांत्रिकी मानव के आखिर दिल तो धड़कता है
हम में,हम सब में,आज भी कहीं एक बच्चा बसता है





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