something on myself......

I donno whether this was to be blogged or not,still confused,but on the advice of one of my friends,its here,hope u get some scene of ur life out of it.......
tarana mein dil ka yun hi gata chala tha,
wakt ne jo samne rakha nibhata chala tha,
bachpan mein khoob mauj udai,
kanchi,khelono se bhi khoob nibhai,
pure ghar ko sir par utha lena,
doston ke gudde guddi ki sagai,
soochta hoon kya haseen wo din the,
kyon na unhi ko badhata chala tha,

fir aati hai school ki yaadein,
kash koi vo mere din vapas la dein,
jhoolon par baith a,b,c,d gana,
ma ka pump ke neche baitha kar nehlana,
rickshaw mein antakshari khelte school jana,
har roj gande kapdoon ka ek naya bahana,
dadi ki kahaniyaan,poore ghar ka pyar,
mano,koi nanha shehjada pala tha,

vo class ki masti,vo teacher pe hooting,
interval ki khichai,tiffin ki looting,
ghar par kharab numbers ke bahane,
karname kitne kiye hain, bhagwan hi jane,
exams ke dino mein bhi chhat par cricket,
plastic ki ball,aur kursi ka wicket,
subah se raat tak,cycle par ghoomna,
birthday ka cake,aur sangeet pe jhoomna,
teacher ki mimicry par,hasi ka sagar,
daant padne par,aankeh bhigata chala tha,

high school mein padhai ki jhanjhat,
model's mein videogame khelna,fir board mein aafat,
worldcup ke match dekhte board ki padhai,
jeet har par shartein,shartoon par ladai,
10th mein noida picnic par gaye the,
poore coach mein school ke students bhare the,
antakshari khelte girls-boys ladna,
train mein sardi ki ratoon ka akadna,
ladakpan ke josh,aur javani ke anushashan par
kyon mein bachpan apna bhulata chala tha,

fir aaye 11th ke maggai ke din,
JEE ki musibat mein kho gaya "tintin",
subah ki school aur sham ka tution,
FIITJEE ke test,arihant ka induction,
fir bhi masti hai khoob udai,
sector 7 school thi mauj ,masti ki khai,
na teachers ka ana,na class mein padhana,
2 peroid attent kar,school se bhaag jana,
tution aur padhai ki musibat ko,
isi tarah mauj mein jalata chala tha,

wo jee exam ke din ka excitement,
exam khatam hote hi,study room se absent,
aieee tak mama ki shadi ki dhoom,
paper ke ek din pehle khola study room,
aieee ka paper khoob makhaya,
fir bhi bheje mein,koi tension nahi aya,
jee ke result par kharab mood,
fir bhi sab ka kehna "very good"
ab lagta hai jo rank mila usi ke layak tha,
na jane kyon ummedein badhata chala tha,

dhanbad mein councelling,kgp mein admission,
is beech na jane jhele,kitne tension,
tha kya meine soocha,kya paya hai meine,
ek poora saal bhar masti mein bitaya hai meine,
hostel ki hullad,roj sham mein bhaat,
class mein der se ane par,prof ki daant
electrical ka paper,chemistry ko magna,
din mein soo jana aaur ratoon mein jagna,
fir aati hai nss camp ki yadein,
kshitij aur sf koi kaise bhulade,
hai paya bahut kutch,bahut kutch hai khoya,
jhaadu bhi lagaya,aur kapde bhi dhoya,
purana vivek kahin kho gaya hai,
collage mein raat jagkar,khud so gaya hai,
garmiyoon mein meine,dhoonda hai khud ko,
kyon lakshaya ko pal pal galata chala tha........

Ek panghat........

THIS ONE IS MEANT FOR ONLY THOSE WHO ARE POETIC AT HEART,
else it will seem to boring,rather just set of ryming word,hope u understand it.......


ek panghat ki mein baat likhoon,
kutch vyarth likhoon kutch khas likhoon,
iski ek baat badi nirali hai,
kyon barish mein bhi yeh khali hai?
jab roj dharti ma,suraj ki daah sookhti hai,
na jane kitne rahgiroon ko yeh , jane se rookti hai,
jahan door door tak ,is vishal marubhumi par ek ghas nahi,
sach poocho to sahad ke sagar mein ,iski boond si mithas nahi,
door khade mujhe ,ye adsukha panghat,dharti ka saakh dikha,
par paas gaya jab mein iske,aag nahi bas raakh dikha,
sheetalta tarasti iski sookhi bandar ka kya kehna,
bejan iski oath mein bas tapna,aur dhoop sehna,
sach poocho to yeh kavita bas ek panghat tak nahi seemit hai,
iski dararein muk nahi,saras hai,aur jivit hai,
hai hamara bhi antarman duniyadari ki barish mein suukha,
ek pal ata hai mauj bhara,duja reh jata hai ruukha
kagaj ki kashti naav bani,barish mein kab tak tik payegi,
jab tak pani ki boond ko rahi samajh,khud par na bithlayegi,
hai vyarth pasara bahut yahan,do paise ki batoon ka,
din to din bhi aise lage, jaise ho dewana ratooon ka,
aap badlo ya na badlo,ye door,zamana badal jayega,
kabhi dil khush hoga,kabhi kabhi dehel jayega,
mein kehta hoon ek baat suno,aye jo musibat tumpar,
has dena aankh mein aankh mila,chale jayegi,vo bhi haskar,
dard mitata nahi davakhane se,mitta hai dava ko khane se,
kimti samay jo nikal gaya,fir kya matlab pachtane se,
duniya badi durangi hai,har koi khata hai dhokha,
pet to logon ka bhar jata hai,par man reh jata hai bhookha,
mein shayad jo sooch raha hoon,poora na shabdoon mein likha paaun,
is panghat ki tapan ka,jeevan ki jalan ka geet na poora ga paaun,
yaaron jeven ki uljhi guthi ko,kutch shabdoon mein kya khoolein,
jo padha hai thoda vichar karna,ab isse aage kya bolein.

Two more days.......

2 more days to go,n i will be back to my collage,i still doubt that whether i m happy or sad to again step out of home.......may be the world outside is my share of life,and the love,care ,food of home is a sacrifice to it, or may be god wanted me to cycle between this 2 alternatives to sholder responsibilities and passion at the same time,friends and family at the same time.

donno,i really dont want to think what's gonna come next in my life,my new hostel,its environment,people around,and the way the will interact,just wishing to have a blind date with the coming time,packed up my bags.....preparing to say good bye to my sweet little niece,i some how feel a pain in my stomach,but dont know wat its meant for.may be yes,i loved my collage life more,its very true ,i had a great time their,with lots of friends,lots of rooms to live,full independence,bhaat sessions,late night walk round the campus feeling its pleasent silence,beneath my heart ,i m somehow happy,after all i m their with a purpose,it may be diverted from studies,to interhall activities,gossip,chatting,online gaming,still i have something to do,infact loads of things to do,to keep me busy,then just sparing time.as if i m telling to myself....
"tum badlo ya na badlo,zamana badal jayega"
"kabhi dil mehkega,kabhi dehel jayega"
"naav utari hai pani mein to ,patvarr samhal mere rahi"
"nahi to lakshya aankhoon ke saamne se nikal jayega"

My poetic side...........

After a very serious talk on the dogs and their competitors,here i m with a very different vivek before u.i hope most of u who are interested of poetry would have listened to Mr.kumar vishvas and his very famous poem "koi dewana kehta hai". well ,he came to kgp and on a hindi poetry writing competition he gave the same topic to write on,to my great fate i got my poem selected among the top 3 poems selected by him....have fun reading it.

koi dewana kehta hai,koi pagal samajhta hai
mein kitna hoon tujhmein dooba,tera kajal samajhta hai,
meri majboori ka kya hai manzar na tum poocho
ye to punam ki raat ko sahil samjhta hai

kale is aasman par kyon ek hi chand khilta hai
taroon ki mehfil mein bhi yeh tumse akele milta hai
daag to hum bhi hazaroon le lete khud par,
aisa mauka hum jaise bedaag ko kahan milta hai

tere aakhon ke noor ne kutch aisa dubaya hai,
gota mar iski neeli satah par hamne sara jag paya hai,
hasrat ye hai ,ab ek pal bhi na tu door ho mujhse,
manzar ye hai mano ,meri aahat par bhi tera saaya hai,

likhta hoon is umeed se ke tumko padhaunga
tum na padhi to koi baat nahi door se hi gungunaunga,
tumhare kanoo ko jo na aaya raham mere dil par,
khuda kasam,mein teri is ek jhalak par hi saari umar je jaaunga

dharti ko chhodo ,mera to jannat par bhi gujara nahi hota
koi tujhe ghoore ,mere is dil ko gavara nahi hota
dost kehte hai laga hai rog pagal ho gaya hoon mein
mein kehta hoon,tum na hoti to mein aisa aavara nahi hota

hai rahat pai ab meine,jab sab kutch kho ke baitha hoon;
pehle behoosh rehta tha,par ab madhoosh rehta hoon
tera milne ka har ek pal,meetha gagar se lagta hai
jab door tum jati ho,to khara sagar sa lagta hai

fursat se hoon baitha aaj mein likhne teri javani
mere shabdoon ki tadpan ke bina tu hai adhoori kahani
padhenge loog,soochenge hai thandi aag ye kaisi
kehenge mujhko dewana kehenge tujhko dewani

jo aakhen band mein karta hoon,to bas ek tum hi dikhti ho
mere kore in sapnoon mein,na jane kya kya likhti ho
jo aakhen khol dunga to,ho jaoogi firse dhumil
shaan or shaukat se nahi sajti,bas tumse hai meri mehfil

bhatki meri is naav ko ,kaash tu kinara de de
kohra khoob ghana hai,teri aakhon ka sahara de de
naam ab tera hi yaad hai,khud ka bhool jata hoon
kisi ko ho jo pukarna to aashique kunvara keh de

padhenge log ,poochenge mein kyon bas pyar likhta hoon
mein to bas is anokhe jagat ka sar likhta hoon
sach kehta hoon mein bas yunhi bekaar nahi likhta
mera izhaar likhta hoon,tera inqaar likhta hoon


hope i liked it,lots more to come !!!!!! hang on.

CHEER'S TO THE DOGS

WELL , surprised by the heading, aren't u .but for myself, i m shocked , taken aback and disturbed by the incident that took before my eye's this noon. As to everydays schedule, my MA took the food for the stray dog , living nearby , who was anxieously waiting for the stuff.
i was standing at the door observing the clear blue sky . then something very unexpected turned up . as my mom kept the roti and other stuff wrapped on the floor just outside the door and made a noise to call the dog , A short heighted , sulky , dusty man came in no time , from where i donno and grabbd the food from the rain wet floor and ran.
The dog chased him a bit as though the only legitimate owner of the food passed by my mom,but the human (i donno whether that man realy was) horrified the dog with his stick,
and began to eat as if he had seen the food for the very first time in his life.
his horrified face is what i cant forget,as if i was some alien to him,his sunken eye's made me feel some sort of pity , his bend back , trembling body unveiled the frustration in his heart
.wid nothing to comment on his clothes , i can only say , the moment my eyes caught his face i was lost in some world unknown ,or rather unnoticed . if this be the human condition's in the land of epics , where at times we cant even figure out the difference between a man and a dog,
for even the dog showd some emotions ,we better not boast our developments.
Cheers to the 2nd highest economic grown rate of india , for this is what we get outta it . Cheers to the 60 yeas of independence , for we fought for this big deed , while the britishes kept"DOGS AND INDIANS NOT ALLOWED" , WE somehow have maintained their tradition alive,
cheer's to my neighbours for this incident was a source of amusement and gossip to them,unaware of the realities of the world , cheers to the media who's engaged to make taj one of the seven wonder's , motivating people to spend money on sms , for they are very much unaware of the wonderful living conditions on motherland,they are busy wid various sting operation, shooting every part of mallika's body while she dance,b'cos there is no need to catch the dark show of poverty in every corner of state ,what's the need,this news wont fetch them any money,hail to the dogs for even the had enough emotions to pity on the man,
for them is the kingdom of heaven,lets rejoice the achievement of our country in various fields of science,for this is what they end up in.......haaaaa..
i may sound errotic to the reader,but yes this is the irony of life.for some of u may find this a filthy pour of my mind,i m damn serious,for once vivekanand said "give me 100 dedicated indians and i will change the country",i guess 100 may not be the number we need this time.......
here i pleadge that what all be my savings as i start to earn i will spent 5-10% of it on these nomadic conditions of my countrymen....
and i invite u to join the club,as we youth are to reep the seeds of a fruitful future.
for this unwinds one more mystry of life ,as to what exactly is happiness,think abt it........each and every induvidual has his owm measure of happiness ..
isn't it...for my mom the food was of no use... for the dog i had great value...for the man it was no less that a gift from heaven,wisely said,for a five rupees of dairymilk may not be of any value to me,but if i give it to my little niece,her joys would feel no bound,the whole day he will mop around and recite"CHAHU NE CHOCLATE DI".
donno whether i m right or wrong.donno what i meant to convey to u through this blog has come up rightly through the words but,yes u would have felt the fire,now its up to u to turn ur face off or burn the holy bright.
"may god help and prosper the DOGS of my country,for the humans too have joined their race.................".

why this blog????????

Yes,the very correct question?
god knows wat made me create thsi blog space,but as i type these letter on my laptop screen,i feel a world unknown being unwrapped.still at this midnight of my summer hols i find it much comfortable to do this very unexpected job(atleast for myself).struck hard wid the boredom of unending summer hols,i feel pain to pass my time or rather kill time.....passing my whole day wandering .......playing wid my sweet niece.chatting whole long eve wid my friends and killing time on my laptop,i feel there are times when we are so short of even a second that it can turn mountains in the journey of life,and now here i m finally on my blog which i will surely use to post my poems and articles on various evedent happenings in my collage(IIT KHARAGPUR) sparing time soo lavishly as if its no worth to me now.i remember time of my jee paper when even a single minute could have made a huge diffrence to my life and consecuences,time when just a delay of few seconds prevented me from myself having a memorable trip to goa(i missed the train) and now i have it in soo excess?........god.......THIS IS LIFE....u neverr know the fuss it can make..........even the sudden turn it can take.......at times we sit doing things just for sake.........passing and playing,give and take...yet we observe even very important things face out fake......and then we are on a thoughtless dry lake.......cheers to my friends .......have a choclate cake.......and just continue this unending chaotic life's bake.