Sunday, November 27, 2011

I can Dream Too ........







Dream which was destined to be a costly one !!!!
Memories transcend from the sublime past to the visionary present . As many times I crossed the lobby my eyes made their way to the painting. The painting which in its bright hues and colors adorned the hotel’s lobby in world’s tallest tower was narrating a story to the whole world. But maybe I was the one who could decipher the meaning of each shade. The painting of a man lying in pool of blood and whose soul was being carried by an angel to the heaven above. The soul rose from the whirlwind of red background to the silvery supreme power. That divine power spread its silver rays and showed the angel its path from the darkness to light,from meaningless to meaningful  from known to unknown. I don’t know that the soul reached the heaven or not but this painting was auctioned at an amazingly high price , the whopping Rs 100 crore.
Oh please don’t be mistaken by my analysis of the painting. I am neither a painter nor a lover of paintings. I don’t have any idea  knowledge of this genre of creativity. It’s just that this painting is more than a painting to me.I was here conversing with my self and the soul in the painting, and this conversation was affecting me . I hurried to my room on the third floor of hotel. I was in Dubai to deliver a lecture on film writing to students of a film institute. I  need to catch up with some sleep before I get ready for the seminar. I closed m y eyes and tried to escape those  haunting thoughts. I felt the redness of painting was smeared all over my hand and the red fluid ran through my spines.
I covered my face with a pillow, the cut off from daylight made me feel sleepy and I found myself drifting towards the horizon . I was in my room, my studio apartment in suburbs of Mumbai . Far away from the maddening crowd this cocoon gave me my space, where I weaved the beautiful images of life and its various aspects with the help of my magical pen . My experience matured into words and took the shape of stories . These stories would tingle the readers with a smile or touch the core of heart and made them cry. I was enjoying my life as a creative writer. I wrote for films and therefore could easily meet my ends. It was the age of Superheroes , people were fascinated by super powers ,they loved it when a man beyond their imagination solved all the problems, from getting their Childs homework done to solving the international wars. Superheores were in demand everywhere. And My next film  was based on a similar plot . This was my assurance to myself and market trends affirmed the same. Just to see my story transforming into reality I went on its sets one day. And to my despair I found that the film was on hold as hero had denied to shoot the climax of film . In the climax the hero had to climb the "Rooftop" tower  to rescue the heroine who was kidnapped by some terrorist.
                Although that tower  climbing scene was a risky task but it was the turning point of the movie. Deleting that scene would be  simple murder of the movie and finding a body double at this point of time was also not an easy job. My mind was travelling into unknown zones of fear . I had lot of hopes on this movie and if it is delayed or not made or worst if not successful , my dreams would be shattered. For such a long time I had been nursing this idea of being successful .
I walked out of my apartment and thought to take a short break from my work . Creative people need this kind of break to avoid the stagnation in thought process. I didn’t want my ideas to be choked by my negativity . I thought to visit my mom. Mom’s are the angels  to whom we run how much we mature , we just crave for that assurance in their eyes. I packed my bag and boarded the train.  The train moved slowly from the hustle and bustle of the Mumbai station to the panoramic view of konkan beach and mountain chains.I moved my eyes  in the compartment .It’s rightly said when we travel second class we see the real india in in its truest form , in all its beauty , mixture of various cultures .You can almost see whole of India.  Around me was sitting mother daughter duo, a boy maybe a student returning home for a weekend and a man about the same age as mine but more mature lines of age on his face. Maybe he was elder to me , I don’t know why but I felt like talking to him .As the train ran towards its destination I came to know he worked in a circus and was the lead joker there . A sense of pride reflected on his face as he described the tough shows he had performed . 
I said I am a writer and my name is aayan. He waited , I didn’t understand for what?
 "My name is  Deepak" He said and smiled.
I looked at his face there were signs of pain. As if he said Jokers too have a name. I realized for  first time jokers too have a name. But this emotional gap didnt mar the joy of our conversation . We talked more. He was full of enthusiasm as he shared his importance in his circus. I loved his dedication and also his pride in the work he did. But slowly I realised there is something more than this accidental meeting. Maybe destiny wants me to undersatnd his signals.  I was drawn more towards the prospect . I saw the potential superhero in this joker, I imagined him climbing the tower and rescuing the heroine. I was elated and suddenly showed an eagerness in his conversation and talked more to him . although I didn’t want to show him that I had some plans taking shape in back of my mind , I didnt want to show my eagerness for him that  he would help me reach my goals. But I could not stop from throwing a question  to him , would he like to work in films?  It was unexpected and he tried to laugh it away , but I kept looking at him and he finally stopped to ask .
Are you serious ? but I am a joker with a plain looking face , I am not the Sharukh khan of Circus .The serial which took him all the way to stardom. 
I said only heroes don’t complete a film , there are different roles to be played and his talent as a joker would earn him more money than his present job. Also his work would be acclaimed and he has better prospect if  his talent is discovered.  I had planted a dream in his mind . I didn’t talk further , I had reached my destination , literally and in extended meaning both . I gave my visiting card to Deepak  and silently prayed for things to happen. As I boarded off the train , Deepak followed me to the  compartment’s door.  I shook his hand and got off.  I was feeling happy , I don’t know if this happiness was of meeting my mom or realization of my dream, where  I felt Deepak would hold my hand and help me sail thru this large waves , which could either wash away my castle of incomplete dreams or give it a shore of its own . 
I spent few days with mom and returned to Mumbai. Mumbai never allows you to wait and watch.It does not give you time to sleep on your problems. I was again engrossed in my work and its busy schedule . And One such busy afternoon I received a call .
Hello Sir ! this is Deepak here . Do you remember me? We met last week in train ? He was fearful of me forgetting him. 
Oh yes Deepak! Please tell me !  I was suddenly filled with extreme joy and  excitement , And I didn't try to hide this time.
"Sir I want to meet you" . This was something I wanted to hear .
I asked him to come to my place immediately.
Sir I had only Rs. 5 to call you up. I have left my job and my employer didn’t give me this months salary. Deepak was bit hesitant when he said this.
I asked him to hire a taxi and reach my office. I eased him as much as i could.
 Don’t know who was going to fulfills whose dream. But we both were eager for this meeting. We both had our own expectations . I met Deepak and immedialtely took him to the Director of the Movie, Mr. Sundaram.
I write stories but this time my life was moving as I wanted it to move. Mr. sundaram agreed immediately for it and asked Deepak to get ready for audition . It was all God’s plan, he passed the audition as well . We all packed for Dubai as the climax had to be shot there, in "The Rooftop" world’s tallest tower. Deepak was happy , I was happy , Hero of the film was happy , and finally all seemed moving so well .
We were shooting the climax , the agreement was being signed . for the first time I saw an uncertain fear in Deepak’s eyes . The deal said the production house or anybody involved in the movie is not responsible for any mishappenings in the shoot .And that the actor is solely responsible for his decision .  I patted Deepak’s shoulders as he signed the agreement . I was bit tensed , I don’t know why ? these agreements are part of our lives and part of these stuntsmen . I tried to overcome my fear and then saw Deepak coming to me. I tried to relax , I asked him to sit next to me. But before I said anything, he started
"Sir ! I know this is a risky game .I am going to perform for life or death. And I am not afraid . I owe this opportunity to you ". Deepak looked at me with gratitude filled eyes.
Then he paused . He starts again 
Sir ! I have a family in my village . My mother , wife and my 2 year old son . My son suffers from a grave heart disease . I need 2 lakshs for his operation . I am thankful to you as the money I get from here would solve all my problems. Deepak was sharing his life with me.

Just then  Director calls Deepak . He stands to go and then turns to say . What he said stil echoes in my mind. 
"Sir! If anything happens to me please do me a favour . Please visit my village and hand over the money to my family . and tell my family I died as an actor not as a joker." Deepak went away
I was speechless.  I was speechless even when I reached his village . I found words floating in silence when I conveyed the tragic event to Deepak’s family .I was speechless when i handed over the cheque to his wife, who with dry eyes gazed at this costly piece of paper. I was unable to look into his mothers's eyes who was still looking at the entrance as if waiting for her son’s footsteps .  I was speechless even when I looked at his son , who was playing unaware of all the happenings around him. Who was unaware how his father had bartered death for his life. Today i loved the heavy rain as it washed away the tears of my eyes. As it diluted my saline tears with its heavy downpour. As it saved me from the innumerable questions . It saved me from the question How Deeapak reached Dubai.?
I didnt go that day , I stayed with the family. and when next day i came to Mumbai , I had Deepak's family with me. 

His son's heart  was operated, He was recovering.
Deepak's wife  got a job at a Fashion house. She ironed the clothes and helped in its packing . Those clothes were worn by actors of movie. she could take care of the family needs now in a better.
That day it was Birthday of her son . she came to me with some sweets.

"Saab ! today is my sons birthday , you have already blessed him with a new life . But Today i want to use this occasion to thank You". she was lost in her memories. I waited patiently for her to continue.

She spoke again , "Aayan saab , Deepak never wanted to be a joker ,
but this life needs bread. Our Deepak went to dubai because he got bread and his tag of the joker was removed."
 Audience at circus laughed when he 
enacted  a death scene in circus . But today this film has made them cry ". I gazed in her eyes . 
"Deepak has lived his dream and i donn't regret his death . He was dying every moment of his life as joker" . she stopped and asked her son to touch my feet . I gave some chocolates and money to him . 
I turned to her and said , It was I who took Deepak to Dubai . She smiled and said ,  "I  know saab !" and she showed my visiting card which i had given to Deepak. 

"You have given our family a dignity and Deepak's soul rests in peace . The day he was leaving the village , he had said I have only  Rs. 5 with me and i am going to try my luck . 

This luck can come to me as a death also". My world had stopped in this moment. 
 

"Deepak tried his luck and he won . she looked at me ,collected her son's toys and stood up to leave ." I could see the silent grace on her face, the grace of celebrating her son's birthday. The grace of seeing her husband as an actor .    

i came back in present as my phone rang. This painting in the hotel’s lobby was made by the heroine of the film dedicated to the superhero who lost his life in the process.Deepak who transferred his life to the heroine in the process of coming down from the tower. Deepak’s soul was embossed in the painting . This painting with the shades of tragic death captivated the audience of movie. This painting signed by the most beautiful herioine of Indian cinema adorns the hotel lobby . In the world’s tallest tower . On the painting it was written in bold letters , "A true actor". I felt the heaviness subliming . Deepak had died as a true actor. I knew what has happened was destined , And the biggest reality was the dream which Deepak saw . But Deepak’s dream of coming out from his joker image had paid off. He acted the best in the last shot . The way he rescued Heroine and saved her from terrorists. The way he hold her in his arms and looked in her eyes . The way he says "Death do us Part" . the tears in his eyes when the rope broke off and he let her hand go .the scene is  captured  forever. 
World would remember this hero of  few minutes for years to come. There was a call from the reception , I rose up with a determination , every dream earns a space of its own in this universe . Even if it has to be exchanged with  death .Some dreams are simply too costly . 
With Love 
Swati Sinha 

Friday, November 25, 2011


Never Explain Yourself to Any One.
- Because the person who likes you doesn't need it, and the person who dislikes you won't believed it... :-))

Saturday, November 19, 2011

क्या खुबसूरत दिन शनिवार का ........स्कूल में दिन भर की चहल पहल !
बच्चों के साथ की धमाचौकड़ी , मेहमान ..खेल तमाशे ...हँसते मुस्कुराते चेहरे !
मेरा दूरदर्शन के लिए न्यूज़ एंकर बनना ......बच्चों का साक्षात्कार लेना ....चीफ़ गेस्ट और मेहमानों के उत्साहवर्धक टिपण्णी ......
बच्चों के माँ बाप का बार बार आकर शुक्रिया कहना ...कितना अच्छा अनुभव एक शिक्षिका बनने  का  .
रात को पाँव के छाले और सरदर्द  भी बेमाने लग रहे थे  ..
सब कुछ तो मिल गया मुझे ..और क्या चाहिए इसके सिवा 

Sunday, November 13, 2011

I dream .............

Dear Page,

Hello my dear page of this blog . On your heart i wish to write my one dream. My dream of reaching to those stars. My dream of listening to those waves. My dream of touching  my destination . My dream of flying free in this sky . I dream of seeing the same bright smile i have in every face i meet. I dream of making a difference in all such lives which has a need . I dream of equality to every right man has . I dream of sharing every duty man corresponds to. I dream of rising above my selfish needs . I dream of listening compassionately every cry. I dream of aiming high and high . I dream of spreading peace to every corner my dream can fly . I  dream of fulfilling all my dreams . I believe in my dreams ...........

Swati Sinha 

Monday, October 17, 2011


जानते तो थे  की मिले हैं बिछड़ने के लिए 
इन आँखों में मिलेंगे आंसू फिर से पीने के लिए 
मगर इस उम्मीद में जीते चले गए 
की तकदीर भी होती है पल में बदलने के लिए 


स्वाति 

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Khwab Jo(motivational hindi song)-London Dreams



ख्वाब को राग दे
नींद को आग दे

ख्वाब है सच्चा वही

शुक्रिया मेरे मौला .....
मुझे मेरी मंजिल की सीढ़ी देने के लिए

Thursday, October 13, 2011

वो परदे गिरा के  कब मिलता था 
की आज उसके नकाब का  बुरा मानूं 
उसकी खुसबू कल भी कस्तूरी थी 
आज भी खुद में तलाशती हूँ मैं 

स्वाति 

Monday, October 10, 2011

जो फैलता दमन तो खुशियाँ मिल  ही जाती 
ये गवारा नहीं था मुझको ..की भीक लूं
चाह कर भी नहीं कर पाया बेवफाई 
बोहोत चाह की तुमसे कुछ सीख लूं 



jo na mil saka usay bhool ja


ना वो आँख ही तेरी आँख थी
ना वो दिल ही तेरा दिल था

जो बिसात ए जानही उलट गया
जो रास्ते से पलट गया
उसे रोकने से वसूल क्या
उस मत बुला
उसे भूल जा


Saturday, October 08, 2011

तू साया ही था मेरे शरीर का

अंधेरों में साथ छोड़ गया

तू स्वप्न था उस रात का

सवेरे रौशनी जिसे लूट गया




स्वाति सिन्हा 
तू साया ही था मेरे शरीर का
अंधेरों में साथ छोड़ गया
तू स्वप्न था उस रात का
सवेरे रौशनी जिसे लूट गया

स्वाति सिन्हा 

Friday, September 30, 2011

http://youtu.be/BzFq_qALfsM


अरे जी बंधन है प्यार का
जे हमतुम चोरी से
बंधे एक डोरी से
जइयो कहाँ ऐ हजूर ........

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Hale Dil Hamara - Hal-e-dil Hamara Haal e dil Hamara



हाल ऐ दिल हमारा ........जाने ना जाने ना बेवफा ये ज़माना

दाग हैं दिल पर हजारों .....हम तो फिर भी साफ़ हैं
आस के दीपक जलाये......देख लो आबाद हैं !!!

Friday, September 09, 2011

jaane kyun ?????



एक लहर सी उठ रही आज
जाने क्यूँ
कुछ याद आ रहा है आज
जाने क्यूँ
जिंदगी लग रही है उधार
जाने क्यूँ
नहीं हो रहा ऐतबार
जाने क्यूँ

जाने क्यूँ ...........



एक लहर सी उठ रही आज
जाने क्यूँ
कुछ याद आ रहा है आज
जाने क्यूँ
जिंदगी लग रही है उधार
जाने क्यूँ
नहीं हो रहा ऐतबार
जाने क्यूँ


आँखें नम हैं आज
जाने क्यूँ
सौ गम हैं आज
जाने क्यूँ
जिंदगी करे सवाल
जाने क्यूँ
मिलता नहीं मगर जवाब
जाने क्यूँ

खामोश है जुबां
जाने क्यूँ
दिल है हैरान परेशां
जाने क्यूँ
दिल नहीं नादान
जाने क्यूँ
हर बात के सौ आयाम
जाने क्यूँ

चाँद तनहा सारी रात
जाने क्यूँ
लहरों में घुल गयी बात
जाने क्यूँ
कभी  मिलता नहीं तेरा साथ
जाने क्यूँ
खामोश रही मुलाक़ात
 जाने क्यूँ

कभी वक्त मिले तो आना
मिलके खोजेंगे जवाब
शायद दे पाए जिंदगी
मुझे कोई जवाब
हर बार मैं ही क्यूँ

स्वाति सिन्हा 

Monday, September 05, 2011

REHTE THE KABHI & RAHEN NA RAHEN HUM LATA MANGESHKAR FILM MAMTA [1966] R...





बरसों के सुलगते तम मन पर, अश्कों के तो छींटे दे ना सके 
तपते हुए दिल के जख्मों पर, बरसे भी तो अंगारों की तरह 

jagjit singh- tere khusbhu me base khat



Jinko duniya ki Nigahon se Chhupaaye rakha
Jinko Ek Umra Kaleje Se Lagaye Rakha
Deen jinko ...jinko Imaan banaye rakha ....

Saturday, September 03, 2011


उसका साया रौशनी के जवाब में था
वो मेरा हो कर भी नकाब में था
मिलता था छुप छुप कर मुझसे आधी रात वो
इस बात का  दर्द उभरा उसके आवाज़ में था

स्वाति

Friday, September 02, 2011

Wat An eye opener ...........HA ha ha ....... We emotional fools !! Indians


A REPLY LETTER WRITTEN BY:
NITIN GUPTA (RIVALDO)
B. Tech, IIT Bombay
ON Rahul Gandhi: "I feel ashamed to call myself an INDIAN after seeing
what has happened here in UP".
Dear Rahul,
YOU REALLY WANT TO FEEL ASHAMED???????
But don't be disappointed, I would give you ample reasons to feel
ashamed... You really want to feel Ashamed..?
* First Ask Pranav Mukherjee, Why isn't he giving the details of
the account holders in the Swiss Banks.
* Ask your Mother, Who is impeding the Investigation against
Hasan Ali?
* Ask her, Who got 60% Kickbacks in the 2G Scam ?
* Kalamadi is accused of a Few hundred Crores, Who Pocketed the
Rest in the Common Wealth Games?
* Ask Praful Patel what he did to the Indian Airlines? Why did
Air India let go of the Profitable Routes ?
* Why should the Tax Payer pay for the Air India losses, when
you intend to eventually DIVEST IT ANYWAY!!!
* Also, You People can't run an Airline Properly. How can we
expect you to run the Nation?
* Ask Manmohan Singh. Why/What kept him quiet for so long?
* Are Kalmadi and A Raja are Scapegoats to save Big Names like
Harshad Mehta was in the 1992 Stock Market Scandal ?
* Who let the BHOPAL GAS TRAGEDY Accused go Scot Free? (20,000
People died in that Tragedy)
* Who ordered the State Sponsored Massacre of SIKHS in 84?
* Please read more about, How Indira Gandhi pushed the Nation
Under Emergency in 76-77, after the HC declared her election to Lok
Sabha Void!
* WHY ONLY HIGHLIGHT THIS ARREST?
Dear Rahul, to refresh your memory, you were arrested/detained by the
FBI the BOSTON Airport in September 2001.
You were carrying with you $ 1,60,000 in Cash. You couldn't explain why
you were carrying so much Cash.
(Incidentally He was with his Columbian girlfriend Veronique Cartelli,
ALLEGEDLY, the Daughter of Drug Mafia. 9 HOURS he was kept at the
Airport. Later then freed on the intervention of the then Prime Minister
Mr. Vajpayee.. FBI filed an equivalent of an FIR in US and released him.
When FBI was asked to divulge the information, by Right/Freedom to
Information Activists about the reasons Rahul was arrested ...
FBI asked for a NO OBJECTION CERTIFICATE from Rahul Gandhi.
So Subramaniyam Swami wrote a Letter to Rahul Gandhi, " If you have
NOTHING to HIDE, Give us the Permission"
HE NEVER REPLIED!)
Why did that arrest not make Headlines Rahul? You could have gone to the
Media and told, "I am ashamed to call myself an INDIAN?".
Or is it that, you only do like to highlight Symbolic Arrests (like in
UP) and not Actual Arrests (In BOSTON)
Kindly Clarify.....In any case, you want to feel ashamed, Read Along...
YOUR MOTHER'S SO CALLED SACRIFICE OF GIVING UP PRIME MINISTERSHIP in
2004.
According to a Provision in the Citizenship Act, A Foreign National who
becomes a Citizen of India, is bounded by the same restrictions,
which an Indian would face, If he/she were to become a Citizen of Italy.
(Condition based on principle of reciprocity)
Now Since you can't become a PM in Italy, Unless you are born there.
Likewise an Italian Citizen can't become Indian PM,
unless He/She is not born here!
Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Man who Exposed the 2G Scam) sent a letter
to the PRESIDENT OF INDIA bringing the same to his Notice.
PRESIDENT OF INDIA sent a letter to Sonia Gandhi to this effect, 3:30
PM, May 17th, 2004.
Swearing Ceremony was scheduled for 5 PM the same Day. Manmohan Singh
was brought in the Picture at the last moment to Save Face!!
Rest of the SACRIFICE DRAMA which she choreographed was an EYE WASH!!!
In fact Sonia Gandhi had sent, 340 letters, each signed by different MP
to the PRESIDENT KALAM, supporting her candidacy for PM.
One of those letters read, "I Sonia Gandhi, elected Member from Rai
Bareli, hereby propose Sonia Gandhi as Prime Minister."
So SHE was Pretty INTERESTED! Until She came to know the Facts! She
didn't make any Sacrifice, It so happens that SONIA GANDHI
couldn't have become the PM of INDIA that time.
You could be Ashamed about that Dear Rahul!! One Credential Sonia G had,
Even that was a HOAX!
THINK ABOUT YOURSELF.
You go to Harvard on Donation Quota. ( Hindujas Gave HARVARD 11 million
dollars the same year, when Rajiv Gandhi was in Power)
Then you are expelled in 3 Months/ You Dropped out in 3 Months....
(Sadly Manmohan Singh wasn't the Dean of Harvard that time, else
you might have had a chance... Too Bad, there is only one Manmohan
Singh!)
Then Why did you go about lying about being Masters in Economics from
Harvard .. before finally taking it off your Resume upon questioning
by Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Gentlemen who exposed the 2G Scam)
At St. Stephens.. You Fail the Hindi Exam. Hindi Exam!!!
And you are representing the Biggest Hindi Speaking State of the
Country?
SONIA GANDHI's EDUCATIONAL QUALIFICATIONS
Sonia G gave a sworn affidavit as a Candidate that She Studied English
at University of Cambridge
According to Cambridge University, there is no such Student EVER! Upon
a Case by Dr. Subramaniyam Swami filed against her, She subsequently
Dropped the CAMBRIDGE CREDENTIAL from her Affidavit.
Sonia Gandhi didn't even pass High School. She is just 5th class Pass!
In this sense, She shares a common Educational Background with her 2G
Partner
In Crime, Karunanidhi.
You Fake your Educational Degree, Your Mother Fakes her Educational
Degree. And then you go out saying, " We want Educated Youth into
Politics!"
WHY LIE ABOUT EDUCATIONAL CREDENTIALS?
Not that Education is a Prerequisite for being a great Leader, but then
you shouldn't have lied about your qualifications!
You could feel a little ashamed about Lying about your Educational
Qualifications. You had your reasons I know, Because in India, WE
RESPECT
EDUCATION!
But who cares about Education, When you are a Youth Icon!!
YOUTH ICON
You traveled in the Local Train for the first time at the Age of 38.
You went to some Villages as a part of Election Campaign. And You won a
Youth Icon!! ... That's why You are my Youth Icon.
For 25 Million People travel by Train Every day. You are the First
Person to win a Youth Icon for boarding a Train.
Thousands of Postmen go to remotest of Villages. None of them have yet
gotten a Youth Icon. You were neither YOUNG Nor ICONIC!
Still You became a Youth Icon beating Iconic and Younger Contenders like
RAHUL DRAVID.
SURNAME
Shakespeare said, What's in a Name?
Little did he knew, It's all in the Name, Especially the Surname!
Speaking of Surname, Sir DO YOU REALLY RESPECT GANDHI, OR IS IT JUST TO
CASH IN ON THE GOODWILL OF MAHATMA?
Because the Name on your Passport is RAUL VINCI. Not RAHUL GANDHI..
May be if you wrote your Surname as Gandhi, you would have experienced,
what Gandhi feels like, LITERALLY ( Pun Intended)
You People don't seem to use Gandhi much, except when you are fighting
Elections. ( There it makes complete sense).
Imagine fighting elections by the Name Raul Vinci...
You use the name GANDHI at will and then say, " Mujhe yeh YUVRAJ shabd
Insulting lagta hai! Kyonki aaj Hindustan mein Democracy hai, aur is
shabd
ka koi matlab nahin hai! YUVRAJ, Itna hi Insulting lagta hai, to lad lo
RAUL VINCI ke Naam se!!! Jin Kisano ke saath photo khinchate ho woh bhi
isliye entertain karte hain ki GANDHI ho.. RAUL VINCI bol ke Jao... Ghar
mein nahin ghusaenge!!!
You could feel ashamed for your Double Standards.
YOUTH INTO POLITICS.
Now You want Youth to Join Politics.
I say First you Join Politics. Because you haven't Joined Politics. You
have Joined a Family Business.
First you Join Politics. Win an Election fighting as RAUL VINCI and Not
Rahul Gandhi, then come and ask the youth and the Educated Brass for
more
involvement in Politics.
Also till then, Please don't give me examples of Sachin Pilot and Milind
Deora and Naveen Jindal as youth who have joined Politics. They are not
Politicians. They Just happen to be Politicians.
Much Like Abhishek Bachchan and other Star Sons are not Actors. They
just happen to be Actors (For Obvious Reasons)
So, We would appreciate if you stop requesting the Youth to Join
Politics till you establish your credentials...
WHY WE CAN'T JOIN POLITICS!
Rahul Baba, Please understand, Your Father had a lot of money in your
Family account ( in Swiss Bank) when he died.
Ordinary Youth has to WORK FOR A LIVING. YOUR FAMILY just needs to
NETWORK FOR A LIVING
If our Father had left thousands of Crores with us, We might consider
doing the same. But we have to Work. Not just for ourselves.
But also for you. So that we can pay 30% of our Income to the Govt.
which can then be channelized to the Swiss Banks and your Personal
Accounts under
some Pseudo Names.
So Rahul, Please don't mind If the Youth doesn't Join Politics.
We are doing our best to fund your Election Campaigns and your Chopper
Trips to the Villages.
Somebody has to Earn the Money that Politicians Feed On.
NO WONDER YOU ARE NOT GANDHIs. YOU ARE SO CALLED GANDHIs!!
Air India, KG Gas Division, 2G, CWG, SWISS BANK Account Details... Hasan
Ali, KGB., FBI Arrest..
You want to feel ashamed..?
Feel Ashamed for what the First Family of Politics has been reduced
to... A Money Laundering Enterprise.
NO WONDER YOU ARE NOT GANDHI'S BY BLOOD. GANDHI is an adopted Name. For
Indira didn't marry Mahatma Gandhi's Son.
For even if you had one GENE OF GANDHI JI in your DNA. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE
BEEN PLAGUED BY SUCH 'POVERTY OF AMBITION'
(Ambition of only EARNING MONEY)
You really want to feel Ashamed?
Feel Ashamed for what you ' SO CALLED GANDHI'S' have done to MAHATMA'S
Legacy..
I so wish GANDHI JI had Copyrighted his Name!
Meanwhile, I would request Sonia Gandhi to change her name to $ONIA
GANDHI, and you could replace
the 'R' in RAHUL/RAUL by the New Rupee Symbol!!!
RAUL VINCI : I am ashamed to call myself an Indian.
Even we are ashamed to call you so!
P.S: Popular Media is either bought or blackmailed, controlled to
Manufacture Consent! My Guess is Social Media is still a Democratic
Platform.
(Now they are trying to put legislations to censor that too!!).
Meanwhile, Let's ask these questions, for we deserve some Answers.
YOURS SINCERELY
NITIN GUPTA ( RIVALDO)
B. Tech, IIT Bombay

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

अजनबी मुझे तुम बहुत याद आ रहे हो !!!!


अजनबी तुम बहुत याद आ रहे हो
मेरी धडकनों के संग तुम भी गुनगुना रहे हो
बहुत मचल रहा है दिल की देखूं तुम्हे
क्यूँ मेरे दिल को इतना तड़पा रहे हो

क्यूँ लग रहा है आस पास मेरे हो
मेरी बेचैनी पे मुस्कुरा रहे हो
आ जाओगे अगले पल बाहों में मेरी
मगर न जाने क्यूँ मुझे तुम सता रहे हो

इस सुबह की अंगडाई में भी तुम हो
तकिये में छुपाती मेरी हंसी में भी तुम हो
खुश हूँ तुम्हे चुपके से याद करके
की सुबह की किरणों और खुशबू में तुम हो

अगर कहूँ मेरी तन्हाई को तुम सजाते हो
मैं उदास हूँ अगर तो मुझे हंसते हो
कोई सपना टूटा अगर मेरा कभी
अगले ही पल इन पलकों पे एक ख्वाब दे जाते हो


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Sunday, August 28, 2011

क्या यही है प्यार .......

शब् भर जाग कर चाँद निहारा 
हथेली पे कई बार तेरा नाम उकेरा 
तेरे सन्देश पढ़े कई कई बार 
हमदम क्या इसी को कहते हैं प्यार
                          
                      सपनो में रही जब मैं खोयी 
                      बिन बात जब मैं रात भर रोई 
                      रहा मेरे हर सुबह को तेरा इन्तेज़ार 
                      हमदम क्या इसी को कहते हैं प्यार 

जब मीलों दूर से तेरी धडकन सुनूँ 
जब हर दुआ में तेरी खुशियाँ चुनू 
इस मौन प्यार का इश्वर को दूं आभार 
हमदम क्या इसी को कहते हैं प्यार 

                     जब तुने कभी भी न मुझे छुआ 
                     मगर मुझे बरहा ये अनुभव हुआ 
                     इस मन और तन पे ना रहा कोई इख्तियार 
                     हमदम क्या इसी को कहते हैं प्यार 

मुझे किसी जवाब का इन्तेज़ार नहीं 
मेरा प्यार तेरे जवाब का तलबगार नहीं 
ये स्पर्श ये हर्ष ये इन्तेज़ार बेइख्तियार 
बयां करती है की यही है प्यार, यही है प्यार 



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Saturday, August 27, 2011

रिश्ते महज व्यापार हो गए

कभी सुना था मैंने
बीवी गले की हार
माँ बाप भार हो गए
मगर आज देखो तो
सारे रिश्ते व्यापार हो गए
अगर ना रहा मोल
माँ के अंचल का
तो शादी के बंधन भी
सामाजिक व्यवहार हो गए
दोस्ती दूर से ही अच्छी है
वरना तो निभाना दुस्वार हो गए
कोरे कागज पे लिखते थे नाम तेरा
आज उसी कागज पे रिश्ते निसार हो गए

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Monday, August 22, 2011

kayi kisse ab bhi baaki hain


काफिला दूर से चलके आया है मगर मंजिल अभी बाकी है 
कोई कह दे मेरे दोस्त से की दोस्ती का भरम अभी बाकी है 

पढते रहे तेरी आँखों में झलकते हर बात का मतलब
मगर  कैसे कहें किताब में कई और पन्ने अभी बाकी हैं 

तेरी बातों की धुन में गुज़र होती आज कल 
आज फिर दिन तो  गुज़रा मगर रात अभी बाकी है 

चौखट पे सजी है आज फिर उस याद की रंगोली
मिटती क्यूँ  नहीं ये रंग या तेरी याद अब भी बाकी है 

सुनती हूँ मैं रोज ही कई किस्से बहार से 
खुश हूँ फिजाओं में तेरी महक अब भी बाकी है 

इत्र की शीशी सा है तेरा वजूद की कैसे जुदा करूँ 
बिखरा तो टूट कर मगर  खुशबू अभी बाकी है 

फिर इन्तेज़ार रहेगा अपनी हंसी से मिलने का मुझे  
की दुःख तो सौ हैं मगर खुशी की चाह अभी बाकी  है 

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घास पे पड़ी ओस नहीं हो

धुप निकला और खो गए तुम

याद तुम्हरी किरने हैं सूरज चाँद की

दिन हो तो तुम रात हो तो तुम


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Sunday, August 21, 2011


आन बसो इस दिल में प्रीतम 
है नैनों में जैसे  छवि तुम्हारी 
अधूरा है सोलह श्रृंगार प्रीतम
जो ना पड़े नज़र तिहारी 
कैसे कहूँ की कौन हो तुम 
मधुबान में जैसे फूलों की क्यारी 
क्या अस्तित्व उस चकोर  की 
जो ना चाँद को हो प्यारी 



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