कुछ तेरा हो कुछ मेरा हो

 

एक देश हो अपना- सोने की चिड़िया हो
उसपे गर्व का हक़- कुछ तेरा हो कुछ मेरा हो,

एक समाज हो अपना- जहाँ जीने की सुविधा हो
और बलिदान का सौभाग्य- कुछ तेरा हो कुछ मेरा हो,

कारया प्रणाली हो- जो परिपूर्णता की संगया हो
जिसमे “कार्यपूर्ण योगदान”- कुछ तेरा हो कुछ मेरा हो,

विचारों की धारा हो,                             Image
और आंदोलन से परहेज़ नही- हर नब्ज़-ओ-ज़ररे में इंक़लाब का नज़ारा हो,
…ऐसी “प्रतिग्याओ पे ज़ोर”- कुछ तेरा हो कुछ मेरा हो,

देश के नागरिक तो हम सब हैं….
मगर इस “एहसास का शोर”
और इस “शोर” का ज़िम्मा- कुछ तेरा हो कुछ मेरा हो

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वन्दे मातरम्

फ़ितरत-ए-गुनाह नही शोर मेरा
शौक़-ए-आज़ादी इरादा है,
काग़ज़-ए-खाक़ से लगे आग- है कोशिश मेरी
जले नब्ज़ हर युवा की- ये इरादा है,
जोश-ए-रवानी है आज ऊफान पे- तू देख गौर से….
जो बिक रहा ‘शौक’ से वो मेरा ही जनाज़ा है

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मैं बढ़ाऊँगा कदम
मैं बढ़ाऊँगा कदम…

लडूँगा भी, मारूँगा भी
…आख़िर

कब-तक सहूँगा, कब-तक लडूँगा
अपने ही देशवासियों से

कँही हक़ की चोरी है- कँही नमक से गद्दारी
हर कोने में अभिशप्त-विचारों की फेली बीमारी

थक गया हूँ इनसे, हरा नही हूँ
फिर उठाऊँगा हथियार
लडूँगा भी, डटुऊँगा भी

अब खून में है इंक़लाब
और सरफरोशी का इरादा है
बहुत जीलिया घुटकर
अब जोश-ए-हिंद का सहारा है

मैं लगूँगा गले मौत से….

और मुक़्क़म्मल इरादों की शहनाई बजेगी
उठाऊँगा हथियार नमक-हारमों के ख़िलाफ

धरती माँ के लिए
लडूँगा भी, मारूँगा भी

बस हार नहीं मानूँगा

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इस देश के नौजवानों को पुकारता हूँ मैं

आज
ख़ामोश हूँ
माँ,

तेरे ज़ख़्मो पर नहीं
थक गया हूँ
चिल्लाकर
सब बहरे हैं यहाँ
इस देश के नौजवानों को पुकारता हूँ मैं

क्या तुझे कहूँ ‘माँ’?
या फ़र्ज़ अपना कहूँ-                                                              Image
बलिदान और समर्पण,
ये दर्द तेरा नही मेरा भी है
इन ज़ख़्मों में घायल काँटा हूँ मैं

कायर हैं सभी
मतलबी
विचारों की, समाजों की- जंग जारी है
हृदयों में कहीं

उसी ‘तिरंगे’ का जलता किनारा हूँ मैं
………गंगा की सूखी धारा हूँ मैं
इस देश का एक और अभागा हूँ मैं

……देश के नौजवानों को पुकारता हूँ मैं
गुज़रा वो स्वर्णिम गौरव
लौटेगा
मैं बढ़ाउँगा कदम
हर बार….हर बार

कहीं अकेला-पड़ा सहारा हूँ मैं
सरफरोशी से भरा जनाज़ा हूँ मैं
देश-प्रेम कीं असंख्य धारा हूँ मैं

माँ का राज-दुलारा हूँ मैं
……पानी में छिपी ज्वाला हूँ मैं

“ बेसब्र है होने को न्योचछावर तुझपे
रक्त की ऐसी धारा हूँ मैं ”
……..देश के नौजवानों को “ललकारता” हूँ मैं

कहीं अकेला-पड़ा सहारा हूँ मैं

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Fitrat-e-gunah nahi shor mera

Fitrat-e-gunah nahi shor mera

Showq-e-aazadi irada hai,

Kagaz-e-khaq se lage aag- hai koshish meri

Jale nabz hr yuva ki- ye- ye irada hai,

Josh-e-rawani hai aaj oofan pe- tu dekh gaur se….

Jo bik rha ‘showq se’ vo mera hi janaza hai

 

Main badhaunga kadam

Ladunga bhi, marunga bhi

…akhir

kb-tk sahunga, kb-tk ladunga

apne hi deshwasiyon se

 

kanhi haq ki chori hai- kanhi namak se gaddari

gar kone mein abhishapt-vicharon ki feli beemari

 

thak gya hun inse, hara nahi hun

fir uthaunga hathiyar

ladunga bhi, datunga bhi

 

ab khoon mein hai inqalab

aur sarfaroshi ka irada hai

bahut jeeliya ghutkr

ab josh-e-hind ka sahara hai

 

main milunga gale maut se

aur muqqammal iradon ki shehnai bajegi

uthaunga hathiyar namak-haramon ke khilaf

 

dharti maa ke liye

ladunga bhi, marunga bhi

bs haar nahi manunga

 

                                            VANDE MATARAM

 

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ressurect the feeling of Nationalism…hai dhyey jeevan ka yahi

Though, pain is a personal thing, but today, I’ll prefer toshare it with you (….mere seene mein nahi toh tere seene mein sahi…..magarye aag jalni chahiye). Its not a sudden outburst-its an over-burdened  balloon that burst today. Perhaps, newspapersare harsh reflections of what’s happening around or a false percept of someselective happenings chosen by not so worthy journalists-that directs the conscience of the country. More aggravating and painful is the dismal socialstatus of India- with widening class inequality, dire poverty, ubiquitous corruption, unscrupulous executive-class which is unperturbed about the plightof people and its repercussions. 42% children in India(the impending future ofthis nation) are malnourished, everyday about 50 farmers commit suicide &persons who sleep hungry each night are ironically, the food-growers. Long forgotten are the slogans “Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan” what reigns today is “Jai Vigyan”(which is impugnable to all possible extents of practicality) 60% people of this country are associated with agriculture-sector- do we have proportionate educational/R&D centres….population is increasing &cultivable land is decreasing at high rate…..Ask yourself- why didn’t you opted for Agricultural Engineering- and you will get alot of answers to some unasked questions. We as the citizens of Union of India are bound to follow some Duties….WE AS CITIZENS, AS ENGINEERS, HAVE SOME OBLIGATIONS &RESPONSIBILITIES TOWARDS THE VERY SOCIETY WE LIVE IN- just to pay-off the fruits of Principles Of Liberty and Freedom we enjoy.

Nothing is more disturbing & discouraging to read,everyday, the degrading moral, social & economic state of our Motherland.Frankly, it is more painful than to fail in some end-sem exam. My call to youthof this glorious & RE-emerging power is to leave the narrow parochialconfines and cross the grim-line of ‘self-centred’ ideologies and be countedamong the Flag-bearers(to be more specific, confronters). We need reasonedarguments, with oneself and others.

Amidst this fog of dismay and pessimism, I am sanguine aboutthe Shinning India.

………i believe, soon, i’ll gather the courage to read the newspaper again

aaj

khamosh  hun

maa,

tere  zakhmo  pr nahi

knhi  akela-pda  sahara hun  main

thak  gya  hun

chillakar

sb  behre  hain yanha

is  desh  ke no’wjawano  ko  pukarta hun  main

kya  tujhe  kanhu- ‘maa’

ya  farz  apna kahun-

balidaan   aur  samarpan,

ye  dard  tera nahi  mera  bhi hai

in  zakhmon  mein ghayal  kaanta hu  main

kayar  hain  sabhi

matlabi

vicharon  ki,  samajon ki- jang  jaari  hai

hridyon mein kanhi

ussi  ‘tirange’  ka  jalta kinara  hun  main

………Ganga  ki sookhi  dhara  hun main

Is  desh ka  ek  aur abhaaga  hun  main

apne  hi  ghar mein  paraya  hun  main

……..desh  ke no’wjawano  ko  pukarta hun  main

guzra  wo  swarnim gaurav

lautega

main  bad’haunga  kadam

HARBAAR

sarfaroshi  se  bhara janaza  hun  main

desh-prem  ki  asankhya dhara hun  main

maa  ka  raaj-dulaara hun  main

…….pani  mein  chhipi jwala  hun  main

“ besabr  hai  hone ko  nyochhawar  tujpe

rakt  ki  aisi dhara  hun  main ”

……..desh  ke no’wjawano  ko  “LALKARTA”  hun  main

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48 farmers commit suicide on average each day

If the malnourished in India formed a country, it would bethe world’s fifth largest- 237.7 million Indians (our brothers and sisters) areundernourished. 42 per cent of Indian children under-five are malnourished,painstakingly, this is the awaited future of our nation. 60 % girls are marriedbefore 18, and 78 % of them married before 15. 48 farmers commit suicide onaverage each day. Another non-descript speck in the god-forsaken landscape ofconscience. 7, 266 crore special package was announced by the PlanningCommission For backward drought prone regions of Bundelkhand. It never reachedanywhere except in the pockets of the officers and contractors (only 16.57 % ofthe total allocation has been spent so far, since 2009. Now, U.P gov. has beenfurther demanding 80,000 crore).
Remember- WE are the one who introduced ‘0’ to the world.Five thousand years ago, when humans were not entitled to be called humans,Indus-valley civilization created the system of town planning, with covereddrains and sewage. Plastic surgery was invented in India in 6thB.C.; westerners discovered it about 200 years ago.
Our national aim must be to abolish these evils and makeIndia prosperous for all. If we are not in list of ‘Best places to live’- thenevery citizen of this dilapidated nation is responsible for it. We are,indefinitely, not in position to compare ourselves to the west but still ouryouth don’t lose a single opportunity to copy their culture. You(th) can attendfests, watch movies, think of love but bear, not even a single drop ofresponsibility to the nation. You(th) can only take the easy path- can you(th)be self reliant ? can you(th), being in high-school, earn a penny ? can you really copy the west?
Such social culture also raises question on the role ofMedia (what they promote and how). Our nationis sitting on volcano and media is deliberately, at expense of vital issues,offering opium to the masses in shape of Religiousbigotry, fairy-tale films, cricket andvacuous journalism. I feel, thetrend need to be debated.
Why AFSPA is the most contentious act ever passed inParliament and why U.N Secretary General wrote letter to Attorney General ofIndia? Why Manipur is always callously riot stricken and why petrol costs Rs 200 a litre? What is the most famous caseof Keshvanand Bharti vs State of Kerela? What arbitrations were made inPreamble during Emergency ? The arbitrary exercise of power and plight inDantewada has escalated beyond the point of return. In 1972, for what cause Pt.Ravishankar performed with Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Eric Clypton at New YorkSquare that won first ever Grammy to an Indian? What did Swami Vivekanandoffered at the the World’s Parliament of Religions, Chicago on 11th September(9/11),1893 and how ‘ five words that moved thenation’ became the headline of New York Times? These questions raises darkens the strain ofscepticism about the fidelity of youth- its about Nationalism. Our interests,hobbies, entertainments and inclinations are discretionary, but at the sametime we, too, are the citizens of this majestic nation and its obligatory toharbour the sense of Nationalism. Whendo have national eye foundation-day? when do we have parents day, mother’s day,father’s day..? (very few of us couldremember these days) but unfortunately, everyone remembers valentine’sday. Noticeably disproportionate to expectations, youth is losing controlof their reins of senses. You(th) is inclined to superficial cinema which isages away from reality. We need to change trend to documentary culture(highlighting real and problematic issues which need to be addressed withurgency)
The ignited mind of youth, the untamed enthusiasm andindomitable will are the embodiments of a progressive society, fortunately, weposses it; and unfortunately, It is ambushed by vacuous media. Wher are VeerRas poems of Ramdhari Singh ‘Dinkar’ (Rashtriya kavi), Nirala and Dharam VeerBharati- Eminem and Beiber are what we know today. That’s what our media ispublicizing- nip-slip, sex scandals, nude photo-shots and what Salman said to Katto. Wher are ourrole-models? We need role-models like Budh, Vivekanand, Baba Aamte, MotherTeresa, Bhagat singh, Ustad Bismillah khan (One of his students asked “You have received India’s highest honour-BharatRatna and still, to my amazement, you wear torn and humble clothes-why so?”Khan sahib replied “I received Bharat Ratna for my dedication, for my work andfor clothes”)
The burden of reform, the responsibility of confrontation-lies on the warm veins of youth. Times are not changed by vehement voices. Weneed to stand up and Be the change. Rather we are passive even at extremelybrutal, grotesque, diabolical, revolting, or dastardly acts that invite extremeindignation of community and are potent to shock the collective conscience ofthe society. One thing that consistently degrades myintellect is the substantial cognizance and progressive ruins of Time andHonour of Humanity. The compulsive play goes on and we are vacuously hopeful ofthe inequitable chances of regularities. Be the change or humanity willcorrode. Yes, I wittingly, mean to offend you.Life is about struggling,about chasing dreams, about striving. Its about negotiating the odds. Searchyour marrow of life on the platforms of hardship, in the shadows of deceptionand in the name of Nationalism, explore the odd museum of ideas – youwill, timely, find a companion on your path.
At the end, it’s the possibility of having a dream come truethat makes life interesting.

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ek desh ho aisa…

soch rha tha..

ek desh ho apna- sone ki chidiya ho
uspe garv ka haq- kuch tera ho kuch mera ho,

ek samaj ho apna- jnha jeene ki suvidha ho
aur balidan ka saubhagya- kuch tera ho kuch mera ho,

karya pranali ho- jo paripoornta ki sangya ho
jisme “karyapoorn yogdan”- kuch tera ho kuch mera ho,

vicharon ki dhara ho,
aur aandolan se parhez nahi- hr nabz-o-zarre mein inqalab ka nazara ho,
…aisi “pratigyaon pe zor”- kuch tera ho kuch mera ho,

desh ke nagrik to hum sb hain….
magar is “ehsaas ka shor”
aur is “shor” ka zimma- kuch tera ho kuch mera ho

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