Sunday, 5 September 2010

Aashayein | आशाएं - dedicated to Pakistan's flood vicitms.




kacchi chaar deewarein theen
hara puta ek darwaaza tha
darwaaze ke peeche mera
chupa hua khazana tha
ek chota sa aala
meri saari daulat ka rakhwala tha
maa ka aakhiri khat
saat rupaye hafte ka kharch
doston ki amaanat
aur ek tabeez puarana tha!
us chaar deewari mein
mera ghar basta tha
shaam ko jab abba aate
mera dil khushi se hansta tha
wo har raat mujhe kuch kehte the
main unki baatein sunta tha!

ab har pal meri aankhon mein
unka saaya aata hai
par woh khaamosh hi rehte hain
na mujhko hansna aata hai!
kuch roz hue woh ghar mera
mujshe jaane kyun rooth gaya
aisa ek toofan aaya
mera ghar toot gaya

main tanhah nahi hun magar
mere jaise laakhon hain
jinke maa baap ki khabar nahi
ab bus unki baatein hain

ek raat jab main rone laga
abba ne samjhaya tha

"har raat ke baad savera hai
kaali raaton se mat darna
chaahe kitni tabahi ho
phir saahas se tum chalna
tinke tinke mein taakat hai
khud pe tum yakeen rakhna"

mujhko khud par hai maula
itna yakeen jitna tujh par
jo bhi hua ho jane de
waqt kabhi phir badlega
phir hoga ek ghar mera
phir honge hum sab kabiz
phir basenge shehar wahi
phir hogi dilon mein aashayein.
jo bhi hua ho jane de
waqt zaroor badlega!
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कच्ची चार दीवारें थीं
हरा पुता एक दरवाज़ा था
दरवाज़े के पीछे मेरा
छुपा हुआ खज़ाना था
एक छोटा सा आला
मेरी साड़ी दौलत का रखवाला था
माँ का आखिरी ख़त
सात रुपये हफ्ते का खर्च
दोस्तों की अमानत
और एक ताबीज़ पुँराना था

उस चार दीवारी में
मेरा घर बस्ता था
शाम को जब अब्बा आते
मेरा दिल ख़ुशी से हँसता था

अब हर पल मेरी आँखों में
उनका साया आता है
पर वो ख़ामोश ही रहते हैं
ना मुझको हँसना आता है
कुछ रोज़ हुए वो घर मेरा
मुझसे जाने क्यूँ रूठ गया
ऐसा एक तूफ़ान आया
मेरा घर टूट गया

मैं तनहाह नहीं हूँ मगर
मेरे जैसे लाखों हैं
जिनके माँ बाप की खबर नहीं
अब बस उनकी बातें हैं

एक रात जब मैं रोने लगा
अब्बा ने समझाया था

"हर रात के बाद सवेरा है
काली रातों से मत डरना
चाहे कितनी तबाही हो
फ़िर साहस से तुम चलना
तिनके तिनके में ताक़त है
खुद पे तुम यकीन रखना"

मुझको खुद पर है मौला
इतना यकीन जितना तुझ पर
जो भी हुआ हो जाने दे
वक़्त कभी फ़िर बदलेगा
फ़िर होगा एक घर मेरा
फ़िर होंगे हम सब काबिज़
फ़िर बसेंगे शहर वही
फ़िर होंगी दिलों में आशाएं
जो भी हुआ हो जाने दे
वक़्त ज़रूर बदलेगा!

Friday, 3 September 2010

Another World.

"We don't have money. Be it Sir or Madam, I can't give any money." she said recursively.

"But Maa, I need tuition.", justified Nitin. He did not know what more to say. "Its only hundred rupees Maa", he said after some thinking.

Mohanlal, Nitin's father was listening to this conversation sitting beside him. They lived in a small hut like structure on an empty plot on the other side of the gutter. The plot was the avenue which provided shelter to not just Mohanlal's family but five more families. Nitin was studying 2nd grade.

"We don't have hundred rupees." erupted Radhadevi suddenly. Radha was Ntin's mother. She has as much disgust and anger in her eyes as she was helpless. Neither could she convice her son nor she could get amount of hundred rupees every month. "Agar use padhane ka itna shauk hai to free mein padhaye warna nahi kara sakte hum tuition wution.", she told.

Mohanlal has been sitting and listening to all this without speaking a word. He seemed disturbed and yet relax at the same time. Although he seemed relax, actually if he was no more interested.

Nitin by the time all this happened has tore the button of his shirt in anger. He did not know what more to say. He repeated , " I want to study maa. Tuition is important for me." and he continued to repeat this.

On the other side of the gutter, behind a hand rickshaw sat a pale young man. As he kept eating the Chole Bhature sitting on the bench like structure besides the gutter, he looked already tensed due to the pricking sun rays. It was very hot. He had been hearing the conversation of the Mohanlal's family, while eating.

Just when he has finished his food, RadhaDevi asked, "Is it 2 p.m.?".

"Quarter to two." he replied and looked up. He saw Nitin and lowered his eyes. He paid for his meal and took way to his office which was on the next street.

He lit a cigarette as he started walking towards his office. He stopped at the corner. He looked back from behind the car at Nitin. Then his mother and father. He hid as if he was a culprit. He kept looking there with something in his mind. He was lost.

Suddenly his phone rang. He felt the vibration of the cellphone and picked up the phone. It was his wife. "How much he said." "Four thousand five hundred.", replied his wife. "Fine, I will just transfer the money" Aditya replied. She has to pay this amount at the beauty parlour per month to make her skin glow better. He started to move away towards his office after the conversation was over.

 For some reason he again got to hear in faint voice Nitin yelling at his mother, " Mujhko padhai karke kuch banna hai maa. "

 He thought of giving the fee to the child but for some reason hesitated. And started walking towards his office. "I can pay so much money to make my wife beautiful, but some people can't do even to educate. I wish to give them the fee but when I look around there are so many like them. May be this is why something is stopping me from helping.

I wish I could pay this much to make my country beautiful. " he thought as he vanished amongst the more of his kind into ANOTHER WORLD..