Martyr

It was dark,
no shadows,
don't know who was there,
may be it was only me.

Night moon was silent,
was just showing me the path with the moonlight,
I was walking with a heart filled with fears
and eyes filled with tears.

Red was the sand,
sky filled with smoke,
war had ended,
and left behind a silence,
a silence that was shouting.

I was searching for the son,
who came here to fight boldly,
he fought I am sure,
a quivering voice i heard,
I proceeded
It was the calling of a soldier.
An Indian,
I couldn't find him,
or may be I found him in everyone lying there,
with a hope to live
and eyes full of dreams for India.
Blood.Life.
they gave it all.

I found him,found him
with a photo of his mother,
clutched tightly in his hand
kissed the photo.
Mother.He filled his eyes with the image.
Saw me.took his last breathe,
and boldly he said,
JAI HIND.

Those were the last words to leave him,
he was no longer a soldier,
He was a MARTYR.....

Gogu

Its very strange that how some people touch your lives in a short time and then leave a longlasting impact.
I was in 3rd grade when i went to Goa for the very first time. My mamu (maternal uncle) stays there so there wasn't any question of going to the hotels hence we lodged to his place. He was single at that time. It was a colony in alto porvorim near panajim and there I met Gogu. He was my mamu's neighbour. His Mother and my mamu used to perform together at concerts. My mamu is a sitarist and his mother a kathak dancer.
Gogu was two years older to me. We started talking and in a few hours we became freinds. A sweet, innocent freindship we shared. Next day we went exploring Goa together with our parents. With him as a company the journey became a fun. Generally i used to feel sick while travelling in any vehical and in Goa we hired a van so it was very conjusted but with him there I forgot the sickness. I actually don't remember what talks we shared but it was interesting. We went to churches he told me about their history. Then next day it was exploring the beach. Oh for the first time I touched the sea it was an amazing experience. We collected lots of shells which I restored for a very long time. That night his family came to my mamu's place. We started sharing our school talks. I still remember one sentence of his 'see I am so handsome most of the girls in my school are after me' and I laughed thought he is kidding but he was cute. Next day it was newyear he called me to his place for some movie but my mom didn't allow me to go there because she thought he may spoil me with his talks. Funny it is I know. Then we left next day for our place but I promised to preserve our this freindship.
Next time i went there in my 8th grade. At that time some misunderstandings happened between my mamu and his mother so i wasn't allowed to talk to him. I saw him on the road I am sure he didn't recognise me. He wasn't kidding 5 years back he was really handsome. I really wanted to freshen up our sweet innocent freindship but sometimes situations become master of a man. So that year I didn't talk with him.
Two years later my dad came and told me Gogu died in a road accident in panjim bridge he was going to refill his petrol tank. A glimpse of our sweet freindship came in front of my eyes and tears flowed. I wished I had seen that movie with him that new year night then I would had more memories of our freindship to cherish.
This year I am again going to Goa and I so much wish to see Gogu there so that I don't get bored. But he is no more. As i promised our sweet freindship will remain preserved in my heart forever.

एक आदत तुमसे दिल लगाने की हो गयी,
एक आदत खूद्को दर्द पहुंचाने की हमे हो गयी,
एक अधूरी कहानी मेरी तुम्हारी न जाने कैसे बन गयी.

एक अंजना एहसास दिल पे चा रहा है,
एक अनचाहा रिश्ता जुड़ता जा रहा है.
कमबख्त इस दिल को कौन समझाए,
फासले हमारे बढ़ते जा रहे है,
हम है क दिल लगाये जा रहे है.


तुम्हारी एक मुलाकात को सपना बनाकर आंखो में बसा रखा है,
तुमसे दुबारा मिलने की उम्मीद को दिया बनके में जला रखा है.
तुम्हारे सांसो की गर्मी को आज भी महसूस करते हैं हम,
तुम्हारे साथ बिताये उन लम्हों को आज भी जिए जा रहे है हम.
इस दर्द को सहने की थो आदत थी हमे,
फिर भी क्यों ये दर्द तोड जा रही है हमे.

तुमसे वफ़ा की उम्मीद थो नही रखते,
ख़ुद बेवफा न हो जाए इस बात से इतना क्यों है डरते.
सालो बाद शायद फ़िर कही मिलेंगे,
अपनी इस अधूरी कहानी को पलट के देखेंगे,
और फिर से अपनी मंजिल की ओर चल देंगे.....

yeh waqt bhi beet jayega...

[its from where i started writing in hindi is my first love my first hindi poem was written in 4th grade so its not eligible to be posted.posting some which are a bit mature i think.
and yes this poem was written after my 10th]

यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा...


यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा,
हमारी मंजिले अलग होंगी,
रस्ते अलग हो जायेंगे.
हम सब अपनी रह पर निकल पड़ेंगे,
अपनी सफलता की खोज करेंगे.
साथ हमारा टूट जाएगा,
हाथ हमारे छुट जायेंगे.
हमारी बातें हमारी दोस्ती कही गम हो जायेंगे,
हम,हम से मैं और तुम बन जायेंगे.
इतिहास के अध्यायों की तरह अपनी दोस्ती को याद करेंगे,
फ़िर से मिलने की फरियाद किया करेंगे.
यह रूठना ये मानना सब खो जायेंगे,
हम सब अलग अलग हो जायेंगे.
विचार अलग होंगे विचारधारा अलग होंगी,
नज़र अलग होंगे नजरिया अलग होगा.
एक दुसरे से बात किए बिना एक दिन नही गुजार पाते,
न जाने ऐसे गुज़र जायेंगे कितने दिन और रातें.
यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा,
हम फ़िर मिलेंगे कही,
करेंगे बातें सारी पुरानी,
सुनेंगे अपनी अपनी कहानी,
आज एक पढ़ की शाखा है,
कल हम ख़ुद एक पढ़ बन जायेंगे,
आज हिस्सा है एक ही कहानी क,
कल अपनी अलग कहानी होगी,
पर वादा हम करते है जब हमे एक दुसरे की याद आया करेगी
टैब इन दिनों क खातिर कुछ आंसू बहा लिया करेंगे,
कुछ आंसू बहा लिया करेंगे.....

Its all about me

Its a poem written by me,for me as well as against me.....


At the end of the day,
Its all about me.
Regret,celebrate,
cry,give it another try.
Alone I was when I came into this world 17th september 1989 10.13 am.
Alone I will be when I will go no one predicted the date yet.
My pa, my ma. my brother,my freinds
its all about me.
In the journey called life they walk with me,
In the chat show called life they talk with me.
I hold their hands so that i don't get lost,
I do care how much my life costs.
Not for me but for them,
how much ever i change their feelings remain the same.
I am not selfish I just love myself.
I hurt, I give smiles,
walk alone for miles.
I make mistakes and call them experience,
repeat them even if I get another chance.
People call me dumb some say far too kind,
no one knows I own a virgo mind.
I criticise still stay on a safe side,
Am not a snob but walk with my own pride.
And at the end of the day,
when i close my eyes to wake up for a new day,
Its again all about me.....

Gunda 'RAJ'
well ya i hav stolen the heading for this article from aaj tak but what can i do this is the best heading one can give to this article. Yesterday Mumbai saw the real mafiagiri on the road and public places. The goons were the member of Raj Thackre's political party MNS (maharashtra nirman sena).As per the name suggests they are supposed to do development in Maharashtra but whatever they did yesterday was really a shame to indian politics. It describes completely that how Indian politician can misuse their power.
Their was a time when politician like Mahatma Gandhi believed in peace and non-violence and now the politicians are going the other way round violence and hatred to do their work. India is the biggest democratic country so is the meaning of democracy is politicians can do anything they want. The mob actually burnt all the shops of North Indians,they attacked the taxi drivers,they boarded the trains and forced the north indians to say 'Jai maharashtra'. We have seen instances in history when muslims were thrown out of India and hindus were thrown out of Bangladesh but here west India that too only Maharashtra is standing against the North India. What they actually want to do by declaring the maharashtra great. I am an east indian and now staying in Maharashtra I myself feel from within of sayin Amchi Mumbai and Jai maharashtra but if someone force me then that feeling will die out of anger or opposition. Isn't MNS's duty is to develop Maharashtra so can't they just concentrate on their own work. I would rather say by doing this cheap deed they are just making Maharashtra look smaller. I am sure Shivaji wouldn't have ever asked for such actions. And the police they everytime say that they are there but seems like they are also helpless in front of this Mighty politicians. Why can't these politicians use their might for something fruitfull.
In such case why would even a person will like to go and vote when they know noone is better and noone can effect their lives in any way good or bad. I think Indian democracy is dieing out only because of the overgrowing power of these politicians.Why we Indian are becoming so helpless and the politicians hopeless?

How safe is India???

How safe is our country for us? This was the first question that came to my mind the very first day I actually started thinking socially.
Recently the Adnan Patrawala case has shocked everyone. A 16 years old guy was first kidnapped for ransom through orkut (a social networking site) and then was murdered when media hyped the case. And the shocking thing was he was murdered by the people who claimed to be his orkut friends. My friend has recently moved to USA for pursuing higher studies and he has this fascination of meeting orkut friends and knowing them. So after the Patrawala case I warned him not to be too frank on orkut and he replied “Don’t worry I am not in India I am in a safe country now.” This reply of his banged on my head and is still banging. A guy finding other country safer than his own? Have you ever heard that a person is safer outside than in his own home no certainly not then why we are finding an unknown country so much safer?
Recently in the news it came that a girl was molested by an auto rickshaw driver who actually drove her to the school from the very first day of nursery and suddenly after 8-9 years he turned into a devil. Can’t you in India even trust on your long trusted people?
A girl in Array colony was found missing after she left her neighbor’s place for her home. A FIR was filed but the police didn’t take any initiation the girl’s body was found in a noolah after 2-3 days. Police is still clueless about what actually had happened?
These were instances related to a particular person but a mass curfew or mass strike and then violence is very common in India. During Godhra riots I was in Gujarat but where I stayed was far from Godhra. But if there is a fire is it possible the smoke won’t come? I witnessed some incidents myself like a Muslim paint shop was put on fire, because of the paints the fire lasted for 3 whole days. We informed police but they came and started enjoying the sight as if they were satisfied of whatever was happening. And then there was a curfew for fortnight. So the conclusion actually how many Muslims got affected it was only our loss, loss of country.
Recently there were riots in siliguri, reason a whacko radio jockey commented on Prashant Tamang the Indian Idol 3. And here we go the mob back in action again. I really doubt out of so many protestors how many actually voted for Tamang. Is taking part in riots for any reason (like a star being kissed by a foreigner or elimination of a contestant from a reality show) has become a hobby in India???
Next come Railways. Yes I am a daily passenger of local trains of Mumbai and I had to make a 1st class pass because 2nd class looks like a bazaar. There are only 2 ladies compartment in most of the trains whereas about 7 are general. Isn’t general means both men and women can enter into it but the moment a female enters the general compartment (which is impossible considering the crowd) all the people in there suddenly start staring at the new female entrant. At that very moment you start thinking have u done the correct thing by entering in a general compartment? If you ask me then really general compartment is not at all safe for ladies and I really don’t know any concrete reason about my this preconceptions. And this is why all the ladies just stuff into those 2 compartments.
Recently a girl fell down from the same compartment my friend was traveling, people pulled the chain but it didn’t work. Talking about the local trains one must see CST-ANDHERI local that reaches Wadala at 8.58 people just come and stick into the train as if the train is a magnet and they are iron pieces. And India spends only 2% of its whole railway budget on safety. One is traveling comfortably in a 1st class and suddenly bombs blast everyone is clueless. While asking questions on safety in local trains answers do strike like it is impossible to start more trains as there are enough, impossible to check all the passengers. Bur still somewhere we have hope that these things may get better one day. Government is surely questioned everyday but they are too busy in either their personal fights or thinking about changing Mumbai to Shanghai an impossible dream. And in my opinion it is the high time that some youth should come forward and take the charge. I know the entire youth curse the government like me but cursing and then running away to some other country is not a solution actually. We have to come ahead though we youth don’t have any experience but we have enthusiasm and a new and fresh point of view. Till then like every Indian I am also sitting in a hope that one day India will surely become a safer place to live in.