Sunday 5 June 2016

DELHI And Me

Delhi is no more safe for women. I really do not have any words to express my shame on this issue. Few lustful monsters are wondering on the dark roads of my city and robbing the greatest ornament of women. 1st of all I will make this city  safe for woman. 
                                  
                                 
  If God has a soul,
    Must have cried lot,
That was the black day,
Delhi was painted in red spot.
I just want my city back,
 Where woman could laugh in insanity,
No devil hides in the corner,
Everybody can smell smoke of humanity.


2nd problem of my city  is corruption and these politicians. I think there is not a single word left in the dictionary which is not used for the insult of these politicians. 

YES! Say no to white cloth wearing humans,


They are dark black demons,


Delhi wants few innocent faces,


Better you Don’t show us beautiful rumors.

3rd most problematic issue is pollution. every day i am seeing my city dying in black smoke. So we need to something solid to make Delhi pollution free.
       
                  मेरे  शहर को खूबसूरत बनाने का क्या लोगे ,
                       
             कुछ और पेड़ लगाने  का क्या लोगे ,

                 काले धुएं मे तड़फती दिल्ली को ,

               मरने से बचाने का क्या लोगे !
                            

4th most irritating issue is traffic. I would do some thing to solve this . I have seen an ambulance stuck in traffic. it didnt move even a single inch for 5 hour. And patient was dying in ambulance.




I am dying,
Please let me go to other side of the road,
My son is crying,
Stuck in the web of car’s code.
If I die,
Tell all the innocent people,
you killed me ,
at least let my soul go to the path god has showed.



 these 4 issues  i would consider in my manifesto while drafting. 
1.safe city for woman
2. corruption and politicians
3. pollution
4. traffic


Saturday 9 April 2016

गतिमान एक्सप्रेस : पहियों पर दौड़ता खुशनुमा डब्बा




मैंने चारों तरफ देखा लाल -लाल डब्बे पान की पीक से और भी ज्यादा लाल होते हुए और शायद साम्यवाद का प्रतीक  नजर नही आरहे थे. एक नीली ट्रेन खड़ी थी. कोट पेंट पहने लोग खड़े थे . महंगे मोबाइल लिए कुछ लोग खड़े थे . और कचौड़ी वाला उनकी ओर झांक रहा था. देश की तरक्की का सबूत गतिमान एक्सप्रेस खड़ी थी. जिसपर जापानी बुलेट ट्रेन की आत्मा हंस रही थी. मैं भी 800 रूपए का टिकट लिए लाल और नीली ट्रेन का अन्तर समझ रहा था. पहला कदम अन्दर रखते ही समझ गया की आप दिल्ली मै ही है. 8.10 बजे चलने वाली ट्रेन में लोग 7.45 बजे से ही इतनी जल्दी बजी कर रहे थे जैसे दिल्ली में लोग मेट्रो के लास्ट स्टेशन पर लिफ्ट में पहले कौन घुसेगा इस पर दौड़ लगते है . 






जगह काफी है , सामान रखने के लिए , चलने के लिए , बैठने के लिए , समझाने के लिए उस तरक्की को जिसमें फटे कपडे पहने जनरल डब्बे के फर्श पर फटी चादर बिछा कर सोने वाले की कोई जगह नहीं . 







            




सीट के बारे मे अगर कहे तो ठीक है पर शताब्दी से थोड़ी सी छोटी . हवाई जहाज की तरह समाने वाली सीट के पीछे से प्लेट बहार निकल के आजाती  है मगर जगह ज्यादा . अपनी कमर के अनुसार सीट को हिला सकते है. पैर रखने के लिए भी व्यवस्था है जोकि मैंने सोची भी नही थी . कुछ सरप्राइज की तरह एक भारतीय रेल के तारीफ़ के पुल बांधती पत्रिका सीट पर पड़ी मिलती है. बोतल रखने का स्टैंड उम्मीद से बड़ा और अब तक का सबसे अच्छा . 




खिड़की के बारे में कहना कुछ खास जरुरी तो नहीं पर हर्ज़ भी क्या है कहने में. शानदार अच्छी खासी बड़ी एक मेट से आधी ढकी, पूरी खुल या बंद भी हो सकने वाली .  अभी तक तो साफ सुथरी . एक दर्पण की तरह जो ठन्डे डब्बे और बाहर  की गर्म दुनिया के बीच के अन्तर को महसूस कराती है. बहार खड़े कुली और अन्दर बैठा मैं एक दूसरे देख सकते है पर ये खिड़की एक जकड़न की तरह उसको और मुझे अलग अलग रोके रखती है.





ठीक 8.10 बजे हल चल होती है. सबकुछ मामूली ट्रेन की तरह ही होता है. वही पटरियां वही ट्रेन वही सब कुछ लगता है की आप तभी नीले कोट पहने अखबार और पानी की बोतल के साथ प्रकट होजाते है . मुस्कान न खोखली न ही आत्मीयता से भरी यानि काफी सधी हुयी उनके चहरे पर होती है. हम पढ़ सकते है हिंदी या अंग्रेजी आपकी चॉइस है . रेलनीर का पानी ही मिलेगा बस इस पर कोई चॉइस नहीं पर ठीक है चलता है अगर पानी साफ है. 

Sunday 3 April 2016

LIFE Always Gives 2ND Chance



Just sitting in room and was playing with TV remote. Nothing was interesting so kept on changing channels. I was bit low. It was not a good day for me. . Since long time I am living in darkness. I left social life ..dont interact much with family and relatives.. Changing jobs in every 6-7 month. Every day starts with small phone conversation with mother and finished with kind of depression. I always wish that I could get short term memory loss type disease. Life is too complicated and people say life never gives 2nd chance so never ever miss the opportunity. But I was never keen to look for any opportunity. This day too I was sitting lonely in room making life alcoholic alone. TV always gives me some kind of satisfaction I can watch all world while keeping myself hiding in small , smelly, cold Ac room. I knew that I would not find anything which could match my mood so I was just changing channel to channel. Suddenly I stuck when I saw a black man with a smile on face..Handicapped …his both legs were cut off from body. This was the live telecast of commonwealth games. A man from Jamaica came to the stage on wheelchair, smiled toward audience ..Kissed his country flag and lay down on the table. This man who had lost his both legs was about to lift up 135 kg weight.  Yes this was power lifting game. I was just shocked …he doesn’t cry ..he doesn’t hide himself.. he doesn’t cut off  himself from rest of the world. He just smiles ..his innocent smile was  clearly telling me “I don’t want to run..i want to fly”  . It killed me …killed my depressing soul..his wheelchair reminded me my bike. .my x girl friend.. just imagine if had not had legs ..would I have got these things. .never.  This handicapped guy can’t ride a bike but he knows how to be happy and how to convert his own limitations in to his strength. He finished his act but unfortunately was disqualified. He smiled again..looked at the coach ..Set on wheelchair and went off…for the next chance. He was not depressed ..not disappointed ..He knew life always gives 2nd chance…                       

Saturday 2 April 2016

DONKEY-MAN

Date -2 august 2290
Place – city hospital

“ Run run..fast.we have to save him.” Dr. Alberto almost shouted on staff.  Everybody was in rush.
“Alfa -1 , Alfa-1 our PM  has been attacked by terrorist over” security chief shouted in anger over walky-talky.
“ what? What the hell how it happened”
“ they attacked with JNX-1 virus bomb. We are in city hospital. Secure the area. We don’t want any further attack.  Bring  AVLBT ( anti-viral laser beam tanks) all around hospital. Establish virus free zone by satellite.” Security chief was ordering to all security personal.   
“ doctor how is Prime minister?”
“ virus has damaged his brain very severally  . we need to transplant the brain. But we don’t have any human brain in our neural bank at present.” Dr. Alberto said with disappointment.
“ so? Are we gonna lose him? Do you understand this mean? It will give a big boost to terrorist. We can not lose his life. We cannot lose this war.  You, doctor have to save him.”
“what you want me to do?? Should I kill somebody to get brain or should I transplant any animal’s brain ”
“I don’t  care do whatever you want just don’t let him die.”
Dr. Alberto already started thinking on it. Immediately he called the team of neurosurgeons and physicians.
“ As you all know we don’t have much time. We need to transplant brain but unfortunately there is no human brain. At any coast we have to save our PM life. I have decided to transplant non human brain. Now all of you have 1 hour go, search , do whatever you want just find what animal brain could be suitable option to transplant.  We will meet here after 1 hour.” Dr. Alberto eyes were wide open. He was looking for a new possibility. He was going to do what never did in past.

After 1 hour.

“yes what you have found. Tell fast.” Dr. Alberto asked curiously. He knew his world best neuro physicians team wouldn’t disappoint him.
“ sir human brain volume is 1400c.c around. So we had to find some animal which brain volume should be same as human. Luckily we got a list of animal which can be fit into it.”
“ what are they . tell all one by one.”
One doctor started pressing button one by one and name with brain volume begin to appear on screen.
“ sir 1st and best choice would be chimpanzee. Its brain volume is around 1400c.c most suitable to transplant in human skull.”
“no! no! we don’t have much time surgery itself will take 10 hour. We need some immediate option. ok leave this tell 2nd .”
“ 2nd choice could be orangutan but this animal only found in Asian jungles so difficult to get it in a short time.”
“tell next option.”
 “ donkey.”
“What? Donkey?” dr. Alberto said being little reluctant mood.
“ yes sir. Donkey also has brain volume around 1400 c.c and we can find it with in no time. It could be best option in this scenario.”
“ Hmm Ok do it. Find donkey brain as soon as you can meet me operation theater in 1 hour” dr. Alberto was almost convinced with this option.

Date – 5 august 2290
Place –city hospital

“ Chief operation is successful. We have saved our PM life. It will take few days to recover. Till than full bed rest.”
“ thank god what you did? You got human brain?” chief asked furiously with tremendous excitement.
“ no! we transplanted donkey brain. This was the 1st operation of its own kind. We got success to transplant animal brain to human body.” Dr. Alberto replied with mixed emotion of happiness and other strange one.
“ what ?? donkey brain??” chief was shocked and silent.
“ you should be happy. Somehow we saved PM life.” Dr. Alberto left the room leaving strange question on chief’s face.

Date -7 august 2290
Place- city hospital

“ how many days I slept ?” PM just woke up
“ just two days sir. You need to rest.”
“no! we have to go to work. no time for rest” PM just got up from bed.

Date – 9 august 2290
Place – public meeting

“I, The Prime Minister of this country wants to make you all sure. We won’t tolerate any –any evil , illegal activity by these separatist –terrorist .” P.M raised his hand.
“ This is our land..our country …….aah..aaa..” suddenly PM was chocked. He tried again
“ t..his  is ….aaaaa…dheechuuu.” P.M closed his mouth with hand.
Chief ran to the mike and take over the conversation.
“As you know our PM had been attacked recently. So he is not feeling well. From here our home minister will continue thank you.”
“ what happened ? why you chocked sir?”
“ dheenchuu , dheenchuu..dhiaaa” all these voice could came from PM.

Date- 10 august 2290
Place –city hospital

“ brain has started taking over his vocal cord. Now he can speak donkey voice only. He is human but he will act like donkey. We are sorry. We didn’t think but saving life was 1st priority at that time.”Dr. Alberto said with worried lines over face.
“ But problem is bigger than this. We just replaced certain part of brain only. His emotions , feeling, higher functions are human. HE WILL THINK LIKE HUMAN BUT ACT LIKE DONKY.”
                                  Imagine you want to say I love you but your body doesn’t allow you to speak. Imagine  You want to express you feeling that how much you care your beloved once but all you can do some funny donkey things. Imagine you want to cry but all you can do some funny donkey voice. You can cry because humans cry but donkeys don’t.

Date – 12 august 2290
Place – BBCN News center 

“ breaking news. From the reliable sources it is confirmed now our Prime Minister is no more human. Yes you heard correct. After attack his brain is replaced by donkey’s brain. Our country is at biggest risk ever in the hand of donkey-man. DONKEY-MAN.” News anchor was reading the news breathlessly.

Date -13 August 2290
Place – social meeting somewhere in city

“ that’s horrible ! our country is going through worst days ever. And in that our PM is out of use now. A donkey-man can not save us in such a crucial point.” One respected country man said.
“yes ! terrorist attacks are more lethal now . they have got viral weapons too. Their military forces are coming near to border. And our P.M is now donkey-man.”
“ what he will do just dheenchuu dheenchuuu?” all laughed.

This was the most shocking news ever faced by country. It just sparked tremendous ridiculous rumors all around. The Most respected leader in the history of country who fought war of freedom. Who gave his entire life for country suddenly became just matter of fun? Matter of hate?  How insensitive, unemotional is this.

Date – 14 august 2290
Place-  All political party meet

“  I , chairman, announces that our current P.M is no more functional with immediate effect. Decision has been taken by selected committee which has proposed to remove current P.M. With the consent of all party leaders we approve the decision.” All party members appreciated the decision and clapped in favour.
PM was sitting in corner chair. He was silent like a dead man. His heart was sinking in deep pain.  He wanted to shout .he wanted to cry. Such an apathy, ungrateful behaviour by his own party members . He should have died. It was really indecent exit from politics.  He smiled, raised his hand like he also accepted the decision and went out from the room.

Date – 15 august 2290
Place – donkey-man house


It was a dark room. No sign of light and hope in the room. One dead body was hanging from the roof. A great leader, great man had gone from the world. They all need just a man who can play with words, play with spirit, play with soul of country. They don’t need, they don’t deserve innocent donkey-man and yes donkeys also cry, feel pain and die in ignorance. 

Wednesday 9 March 2016

"LAST SEEN"

Hi
What’s up dr.”
I checked my whatsapp. It was unknown number. So I replied
“I am fine
Who is this”
“ I am Rini.  I came to you for hair problem”
“ ok Tell how can I help you” I was bit surprised. Nobody ever whatsapp me till now.
“ Dr. problem still there . so much hair fall every day” she also added few worried emoji.
“hmmmm” it was my favourite trick to show that I am not much interested in chatting.
“ what hmmmm. I am worried sir”
“did I prescribed some test ?” I knew she won’t let me ignore her.
“ Ya . blood test. Haemoglobin . It is 4.8 mg/dl”
“ What? Only 4.8. do you what is normal range?” I suddenly bit shocked and typed the text. I thought she is taking this report carelessly.
“ ya I know above 11 is normal?”
“ then how could you have such a low haemoglobin” although I was not interested but now it was necessary to tell her that she has to go another specialist for such a low haemoglobin.
“ You just don’t sit an ignore this report go to doctor” I texted again.
“ Ya Ya I know I already met. I have blood cancerJ” she put smiling emoji with that.
“ what which one??” of course not all blood cancer are lethal. I just wanted to know which cancer she has.
“ Dr. says I have aplastic anaemic named condition. Which is in grade 4 now”
I hardly remembered her face. Was she beautiful or not??  Was she very talkative? I was chatting a unknown lady who was dying. I didn’t know what  should I send in reply. Chatting doesn’t show pain. Her emoji are fake. She must be crying in bone pain while chatting with me.
“ what else dr. said?”I knew dr must have given some dead line.
“ I have less than 1 month . I don’t wanna die bald. Hehehe;) ;)”
Some times chatting says what figure says not your heart. I really doubt that she really laughed while texting “”hehehe””
“ you won’t be. I guarantee you J
“ so I am dying” she texted it so casually that it triggered some cold wave in me. I just closed the watsapp and started remembering her face. This was a strange day for me. an  unknown lady dying. I just had chat with her. I mean I was not chatting with robot. She was human. She has emotions.
Next morning I replied her.
“ don’t think about it. Enjoy whatever you got ..and you have.” Actually I wanted to see her photo. I wanted to ask for her photo. But I was afraid. I don’t want to see anybody in my life who is gonna die in next few days.
“ thanks. What’s up” with this she sent 2-3 jokes too.
I don’t know  what should I say. What should I chat. Should I ask about her boy friend? or about her family? Or about her job . but these all questions seem irrelevant and useless. 
“ what are you doing?” I just texted.
“ nothing” small reply came.
I saw her status.  “ in hospital.. life is beautiful”
I have seen many people they keep some complicated, highly intellectual kind of status. But life becomes just simple.. beautiful .. for a dying person. No word other than this can describe the life. Indeed life is beautiful. Just a one line introduction is enough.  
“ Are you in hospital?”
“ yes! Had bleeding from nose. Now stopped”
Social networking, chatting is fake. It spreads fake emotions.  No dying lady can smile or joke. But for a moment I felt I am chatting with the truest heart exist on earth. And chatting was exploring her true inner emotion which she can’t express in real word.  
“ what’s your age?” I was still struggling to remember her face. I completely forgot when she came to my clinic.
“ 18”
“ how you feeling now?”
“ its bit pain full now.my every part of every bone paining”
“I understand” I knew she would be in pain since the very 1st day of chat.
“ but it’s not as painful as dying like this.” She was typing …..typing ….typing…
“ I feel very empty. I wanted to study lot. I wanted to have boy friend. I wanted to enjoy all thing whatever teenage girl does.” She kept on typing..without waiting my reply. It was like somebody shouting after many-many years.   
“ Hmmmm” I just could  type this only.
“ but I am dying on half way.”
Somebody was about to finish her life journey in middle. Dreams about to shatter. Somebody was really dying. And I was just “ hmmm”. Was it insensitive and apathetic or I just lost my sense of chat. I couldn’t sleep that night. I read many times whatever small 2 days chatting we did. I was preparing myself. Preparing to say few good, motivating, inspiring words as I became almost text less in previous conversation.
“ hello good morning” although she was not online. But I was keen to chat.
“ hello” I texted again and waited few minutes.
“ hello you there?” I didn’t get any reply even after few hours.
“ hello??” I typed again.

I never saw her online since last conversation. Her last seen was really a last seen and my hello is still waiting for her in chat box. 

"क्योकि आदमी कभी रोता नहीं"

 
 खर्च कर दिए हजारो चहरे पर कभी रोया नहीं,
कितने ही ख्वाब टूटे पर कभी सोया नहीं,
बंद मुट्ठी से फिसल गयी ख्वाईशे, 
मैं मुस्कुराता हूँ क्योकि आदमी कभी रोता नहीं

किस्मत आजमाते हुये ,
डूबता ही गया किनारों पर, 
सूखी आँखों में प्यास के सहारे, 
मैं चलता रहा क्योकि आदमी कभी रोता नहीं.


एक झटके से सामने से गुजर गए,
मैं पास रहकर भी छू न सका,
चुप रहने की कोशिश बेकार है,
मैं चिल्लाता हूँ क्योकि आदमी कभी रोता नहीं.


कड़वी हवाओं का घूंट पीकर,
बंद सीने में जलन सी होती है,
साँसे लेना भी हल्की हल्की चुभन देती है,
मैं जिन्दा रहा क्योकि आदमी कभी रोता नहीं .

Tuesday 1 March 2016

जनरल डब्बा और ....

आज कुछ युही मूड किया तो दिल्ली से आगरा जाने वाली ट्रेन के जनरल डिब्बे में चढ़ गया. नजारा कुछ ऐसा था जैसे टीवी में 1947 के दंगो के ऊपर कोई फिल्म चल रही है और ये ट्रेन अभी अभी पाकिस्तान से भर कर आई हो. मैगी और पिज़्ज़ा की तूती बोलने वाले देश में अब भी मूंगफली जिन्दा है देख कर अच्छा लगा. मैंने टिकेट ले रखी थी और शायद यही बात मुझे अमीर होने का एहसास दिला रही थी वरना मोबाइल और शकल दोनों मेरी इनके जैसी ही है. मगर मैं ये नहीं कहता  की इस देश का गरीब बिना टिकेट यात्रा करता है पर इस बदबू से भरे डिब्बे के लिए एक गरीब आदमी भला टिकेट ले भी क्यों. लेगा तो फ़िज़ूल खर्ची ही मानी जाएगी. तीन की सीट पर हमेशा चार ही बैठते है.  अगर थोडा सा और खिसक लिया एडजस्टमेंट कर लिया तो पांच भी बैठ जाते है. कभी-कभी अगर सारे लोग बहुत ही दयावान है तो छठे के लिए भी जगह बन ही जाती है. कुछ लोग डिब्बे के फर्श पर ऐसे ही सो रहे थे और कुछ लोगों ने अख़बार बिछा रखा था. कुल मिला कर अगर आप खड़े रहना चाहते है तो मुश्किल से ही सही पर पैर रखने की जगह जरुर मिल जाएगी. मुझे पता नहीं की खिड़की के पास बैठे भाई साब ने इतने तेज हवा में बीड़ी कैसे जलाई पर निसंदेह ये तारीफ की बात है. अगर कही और होता तो भाई साब मत पियो धुँआ लग रहा है कहके टोक तो देता ही पर आज ऐसा लग रहा था जैसे ये उसका हक है. उसी ही सीट पर बैठी महिला बिना किसी झंझट के बच्चे को बिस्कुट के नाम पर बहला रही थी. मुझे याद नहीं आखिरी बार वो पारले  –जी का बिस्कुट कब खाया था पर इस डिब्बे में दो रूपए के परले-जी ने महँगी-महँगी चोकलेटो की जगह ले ली थी. मुझे सीट मिलेगी इतना तो स्पेशल नहीं था मैं और फर्श पर बैठने की हिम्मत नहीं हो रही थी क्योकि कभी बैठा नहीं आज तक. गरीबी एक मानसिक अवस्था है ऐसा कुछ किसी नेता ने कहा दिया था बाद में बयान से पलट गए थे. पर मैं खड़ा- खड़ा सोच रहा था अगर गरीबी सिर्फ एक मन की अवस्था है तो वो कोने में बैठी बूढी दादी के साड़ी का फटा हुआ पल्लू क्या सिर्फ उसके मन की सोच को दर्शाता है. कुछ मिनट ही वक्त गुजरा था की सीट को लेकर दो लोगो की आपस में कहा सुनी होगई. बात गली गलौच तक आयी . दोनों से ने अपनी खिसियाहट जम के निकाली और ऐसे चुप होगये जैसे बरसों के प्यासों को ठंडा ठंडा पानी मिला हो. मुझे लगा शायद हाथ पायी होजाएगी पर दिन भर की मजदूरी के बाद जो चीज़ बिना थकी रहा गयी थी वो सिर्फ जुबान थी. ये पंखा भी गरीब सा लग रहा था चलते चलते बंद होजाता था. ऊपर ही लेटा पंद्रह सोलह साल का लड़का हर बार किसी अनुभवी मेकेनिक की तरह बार बार झटक कर चालू कर देता था. बुलेट ट्रेन और वाईफाई का वादा करने वाले इस पंखे को भूल गए थे क्योकि वो ऐसी में बैठा करते है. आपको लगेगा मैं बताऊंगा ट्रेन के गंदे बाथरूम के बारे में, गन्दगी के बारे में, सूखे नल के बारे में, ख़राब बल्ब के बारे में, टूटी सीटों के बारे में और बार बार बंद होती खिड़कियो के बारे में पर यकीन मानिये कुछ फर्क नहीं पड़ता इनसब से. अगर वास्तव में कुछ ठीक करना है तो चलिए ऐसा करते है ये जो बच्चा फर्श पर बेसुध सो रहा है जरुर कोई सपना देख रहा होगा. उस सपने में गरीबी न हो, ख़ुशी से मुस्कुराने की आवाज हो और उज्जवल भविष्य हो इतना ही काफी है ट्रेन का जनरल डिब्बा तो ये एडजस्ट करलेगा कोई बड़ी बात नहीं है.