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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Few poems


दिल कि गलि
दिल कि गलियों में हम ढूंडा करते है
तेरी ज़ुल्फं कि छायों  में सब खोने लगते है
कभी ये मिला तो कभी वो मिला खुश हुए सारे
तेरे आँखों के आगे सब खाली लगते है

दिल कि एक  गलियन कि मोड़ पे
मिलने का वादा जो था
तुमहारे आते आते हम गलियन भूलने लगते है

कि मानो एक धुंध सी छा गयी है
गलियों को शाम ने ओड़ रखी है
तुम्हे आना उसी गलियन के मोड़ पे
जहाँ शाम भी पता भूलने लगती है

अलविदा
जब आये थे तुम, ये अलग ही थे हम
नदियों और चांदनी में डूबा करते थे

जब गए थे तुम , ये अलग ही थे हम
तुम्हारे आँखों और होठों में खोया करते थे

जब अलविदा किये  तुम, ये अलग ही थे हम
तुम्हारे बदन कि खुशबू को ढूंडा करते थे

जब आये थे तुम, ये अलग ही थे हम
माझी  के गानों में खो जाते थे

जब गए थे तुम , ये अलग ही थे हम
तुम्हारे जुल्फों  कि छाओं में कुछ देर बैठ लेते थे

जब अलविदा किये  तुम, ये अलग ही थे हम
तुम्हारी आवाज़ को दीवारों से सुना करते थे

আকাশ
কথা ছিল বন্ধু তোমার হাথে রাখব আকাশ
উড়িয়ে দেব মনের মত ধরে রাখা পাখি
পাখির রঙ্গে আকাশ ভরে নতুন আলো উঠবে জলে
তোমার হাথে হবে আমার রঙিন ভুবন

সেই না ভেবে তোমার কাছে এসছি ছুটে কত জোরে
পারবে তুমি এই বিকেলে আমার আকাশ নিতে?

নাকি বৃষ্টি ভিজে নোংরা জলে পাতায় পাতায় পড়ব ঝরে
তোমার আকাশ আমার আকাশ মিলবে না হয় অন্য জলে ....



সুন্দর
আমার বাধা আমি জানি, রয়ছে একটা বড় ধাঁধা
কে যে  বাধা আমাকে দেয় বুঝে না পাই

লাগত ভালো আকাশ পাখি, নদী নালা পাহাড় সারি
সবই কেমন গুলিয়ে গেল ওই traffic এর ধোয়ায়ে  

কেন যেন সুন্দর আর লাগে না ভালো
সবিই যেন কোথাও  একটা ভুল মেশানো

ওই যে দেখো ওই ওপারে কমলা রঙ্গে ফুল ফুটেছে
কেউ  যেন ওকে ঘুস দিয়েছে তাই তো সে যে খুব সেজেছে

জলের ওপর ওই যে দেখো চাঁদের আলো ঢেউ তুললো
ওসব যেন duty চাঁদের, এটা  করে তার জীবিকা চলে

আবার দেখো ওই যে ধোয়া ভরে দিল আকাশটা
গাড়ির আওয়াজে  প্রান আর মনটা ভাবিয়ে তুললো আবার

এখন সুন্দর খুজবে কোথায়, রাস্তার ধারে যে নোংরা কুরয়ে ?
সেও যে  এখন আকাশে  পাখি দেখে না

আর তোমার কাছে সময় কখন mobile ছেড়ে দেখবে পাখি
তুমি না হয় tv দেখো আকাশের রং দেখলে  সময় নষ্ট হয়

আবার আমি আমাকে দেখি, ছবি আঁকবি? প্রশ্ন করি
রং তুলি নিয়ে ছবি আঁকা যাবে না

আমার সময় আমি বাছি, ভিড়  করে ওই বাসেই চাপি
সুন্দর বলে  কিছু আছে, নাকি ওসব ছিল কল্পনা



Saturday, October 31, 2009

Tumhari Baatein....

Am back... For a quick poem..

Tumne haske kuchh baat kahi thi....
Baatein hi to thi...
Kabhi galiyon ki mod pe.. kabhi bus ki bheed mein...
kabhi cofee table pe... kabhi thandi dhoop mein...
kabhi park ke ghaas pe... kabhi hall ki andhere mein...
Tumne haske kuchh baat kahi thi..
Baatein hi to thi...

Baaton hi baaton ki badti yeah mahal hai...
Tumhari baaton ki har ek eent hai...

Baaton se saji hui subah ki chai hai...
baaton ke beech main rangeen yeah shaam hai..

Baaton ki beech main pakwan ki farmaish hai..
Baaotn se odi hui kambal main raat hai...

Baaton se bhari hui chanda ka saath hai...
Baaton se saji hui srurili si dhadkan hai...

Tumne haske kuchh baat kahi thi..
Baatien hi to thi....

Baaton mein gussa hai..
Baaton mein sisak hai..
Baaton mein halki si .. man ki koi chhabi hai..

Baaton mein namak hai..
Baaton mein churan hai..
Baaton mein dabi si.. masalon ka mishran hai...

Tumne haske kuchh baat kahi thi..
Baatein hi to thi..


Baaton ki apni andaaz hai..
Baaton ki apni dosti hai...

Geheri shanti main.. baaton ki dushmani hai..

Tumhari baatein hai.. tabhi subah ka ahsaas hai..
Tumhari baatein hai tabhi zindagi chalti hai....


Tumne haske kuchh baat kahi thi..
Baatien hi to thi....

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Turning a new leaf !!

Let me introduce myself first, since I am trespassing Anirban's domain. I am his better half, and you guys know me as Priya.
I was pained to see how neglected this poor blog was. Not that Anir is a prolific blogger, but 2008 still had 5 entries, 2009 has just 2 :( . To be fair to him, he has been keeping too busy. And since I have some time and I usually have a thing or two to say, I thought I should write.
But why couldn't I have created my own blog.. Difficult to answer that, but this just seemed natural..

So FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN.. lend me your ears or should I say bandwidth.
Do leave your footprints (Comments ) here, to let us know, you have visited us and encourage this Baby Blogger.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Bengali Poem - Rituporno..

rituporno rituporno chinte amai paro??
school er bus dekha holo boish jokhon baro...

tokhon moja hojmi bori onko khata bodol...
tiffin break e tomar saathe schooler maateh tohol...

Archies card boddo daami tobu ditam duto..
aaste aaste khulte cardta thote haasi hoto..

nodir dhare oi je sedin nie gelam chhute..
bolei dilam tumi amar apon jodi hote...

rituporno rituporno chinte amai paro??
Tution e tomar jonye jaiga kortam joro...

tution pore cycle nie eksaathe haata..
kondin abar ferar pothe phhooochkai paach taka..

tomra hole transfer aar sei holo sesh dekha..
tarpor tomra chole gele ami puro eka...

tomar chhithi asto kodin besh to likhte tumi..
tarpor tumi bodo hole muchhe gelam aami...

rituporno rituporno chinte amai paro?
cholo na ektu golpo kori chinta nai karo..

cholo jai sei baristate noito coffee day..
aajkaal naki golpo korte ekhanei manachhe..

neito se park neito nodi sudhu escalator mall..
phoochka ekhon pabe na ekhon sweet corn er chol..

cholo na bose mone kori sei schooler rongin din...
tomai peyechhi obek koste aar chharchhi na konodin...

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Wonder Years.... Part 1 - Abhi

It was always the banging of doors and a recent Hindi song that used to wake me up.
Abhi has just entered my room cleaning the floor.
It used to be my Alarm clock to get up for school. His mother,a professional maid used her son to help her effectively do concurrent household work, while she was still busy completing her duties around neighborhood.

Abhi was a transformed name form of Abhoy.A joyful source of energy and a box of huge entertainment for me. I will come to the entertainment part later.
But the main reason which used to stun me was his attitude to take life head on at such a little age.
In a family of numerous brothers and sisters he was always fighting for his own survival.
Be it food or lodging. Hailing from a very poor family his only ray of hope was Ajay Devgan's stunts(widely hit acts in those times).
And he used to blindly follow his dialogs as words from GOD.

Every morning my mother had to really shout at him to shut his fluent hindi songs.
No matter he had enough food last night or not but he won't show any less enrgy in dancing to the songs while working.

My mother used to advise her mother,Natthi not to send him for work and get him to some school instead. But Natthi was too clever to do that. She was using him as a source of income very easily.

So my mother got a bit agitated one day and took on the plunge to educate Abhi.So after the daily work my mother started teaching him alphabets,words,etc.
Slowly in a couple of months time he was able to write his own name and read english words.
He came running home one day."Behenji, maine aaj dukan main apna naam likh diya. dukaan wala dekhke pagal ho gaya".

My mother told "good now I will teach you how to write Bengali".
Though she said it lighly, in a couple of years he used to speak with us in fluent Bengali.

So much influence was Ajay Devgan having on his life that he started keeping similar hair style and used to talk in similar fashion.
He used to relate to one of his movies - Footpath.
On every occasion he used to deliver a dialog from that movie.

One day he came running home."Behenji , ab main kya karu" he said and started crying.
After many attempts we came to know he was riding his new cycle to home.
One guy asked for a lift. But later punched him down to take away his cycle.

I said "why didn't you use the Devgan flat kicks?".
"Bhaiya ,usko to main dhundke marunga . kahan jayega"

Well he could never find the guy but his father did his duties pretty hard on Abhi.


For next 10 days he was untraceable. His mother used to cry every day.They almost lost hope.

Suddenly one Sunday he arrived at our house.
"Kahan tha tu" I asked.

The answer really stunned me.
"Bapu ne maara to ghar chhodke Mumabi ka train pakad liya tha"
And then came his adventure story.

How he eloped, and managed to reach Mumbai dodging the ticket checker.
With no money fell into a trap of fish sellers and had to run away.
Last but not least.Went on to search the house of Ajay Devgan.

When he really had enough came back home.
"Bhaiya yeah film sab bakwas dikhate hai" He profoundly declared.

As usual I always used to say " nahin nahin sab asli hota hai"

I saw his excitement in his eyes have turned down.
He has just experienced the real world in a hard way.


The incident changed that guy.
Suddenly as if he has realized his poverty, his helplessness.

Suddenly he could quantify his position.


Years passed on. Now when I visit Mathura he is still there and always make a point to meet us.
Now he has 2 daughters.He makes sure all of them are going to school.
He has really matured.

I asked him "Kya hua tera devgan ka style kyon chhod diya"

"Chhodo Bhaiya , abhi pet chalana hai"


There were many incidents which happened with him but he still remembers me , my mother who perhaps enlightened him to knowledge as much as possible.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Oh Mumbai!!!!

I saw the day..
Blood all around..
People on ground...
Chaos redefined...
I saw the day...

I saw the men...
NSG waving in..
Water flushing in..
Fire all over..
I saw the men...

I saw the child...
Innocence on the cheeks..
Sudden in a fix..
Clinging to the lap..
I saw the child..

I saw the rage...
People yelling down...
Politicians made clown..
Revolution to make...
I saw the rage...

I saw the world...
Diplomatic mission..
Pakistani reason...
Helpless on the fence...
I saw the world...

I saw the media...
Thirsty for so long...
Coverage with song...
SMSing our grief...
I saw the media...

I saw the leaders...
Few exist though...
Running for the show...
Inquiries and commission about to go...
I saw the leaders...

I saw the candle..
Lighting with hope..
Wind trying to elope...
Firm on the palm of the orphan...
I saw the candle...

Then I saw my face..
Crippled with anger...
Cooled with calmness..
Puzzled with peace...
Control is so bleak...
Nothing will change..
I say to myself...
Another day to come ..
To bring many more to death...
Sitting as we are...
Nothing matters much..
Perhaps a cricket win..
Perhaps the sensex rush...
Perhaps a child in well..
We go ahead....


I see the nation...
Bleeding like hell..
I see the nation...
Waiting for the one who will have the cat on bell....

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Is Mamta the real culprit in Singur?

It was the day when TATA said Mamta has triggered the gun.
Singur was seen as the bright hope for West Bengal which could create not only thousands of jobs but also uplift the nearby areas of Singur.

But it didn't happen. At least it's like that for so now.Who's to blame? Mamta.. I doubt that.
She has just shown the same game the leftists played in Bengal for ages.
To be precise left lost their own battle.

Well it happens. When US economy can turn socialist, why can't a communist turn capitalist.
But these are pure terms and jargon.

When we read the paper or see those gory images of Singur on our breakfast table we really curse Mamta for her stupidity.

But for me it looks like blaming the driver of a train put on wrong track by the linesman which caused the accident.

I know villages in Bengal are divided under party lines.
I know if you are not in shelter of left you are going to have a B Grade status.

Mamta challenged that and to her political game plan she has removed the unconditional support regime of villagers earlier given to Left parties.

Time has changed. But the attitude has not.
Singur land row is not new.
TATA and Bengal Govt were well aware of the issue that part of land was forcefully acquired from the beginning.

To be frank I don't know how I would react if somebody asks to vacate my Flat saying it would be turned to a commercial clubhouse.
I may still agree if I get another Flat. But I should be given the option.

Land is the only thing that these poor ,neglected and brushed aside people have.
And its a world wide known fact when its on land , humans are fierce fighters.

Mamta very well knew her plans and perhaps she is doing only for political mileage.
But who will speak for these poor people.

Our well educated channels are busy interviewing corporate bigwigs showing their loss of 1000 crores in the Singur industry.

I saw hardly 1 channel actually interviewing the farmers.

Perhaps our thought process is too much biased with media.

We like to make a comment sitting in our drawing room.We really don't bother where exactly Singur is?

And this phenomena is rising everywhere. We are providing the very soft ground required to promote naxal mindsets among farmers.

What we see in Orissa is nothing less than that.

People farming are not even having valid docs to prove they own that land.So it becomes very easy to take that land away and gift to some commercial hub.

But we need industrialization don't we?
yes, but only through consensus you can get land.Not on kicking the livelihood of the farmers.

Our right to education bill is not passed in parliament. Today where China has given tremendous impetus on basic health care and education we are lagging far behind.And we don't even bother.

Probably left should see what they have not done to what Mamta has done.

I doubt educated farmers would have reacted the same way in Singur.
We are trying to woo the farmers showing lustrous flourishing dreams.

The farmer knows what he has got in his tenure from the government. How can you expect he will agree to your commitment when you can't even commit to make a water or electric supply.

To have the farmers on table the Govt should be credible. And when the Govt is not credible enough Farmers will always be jittery.

But the Govt never wants to have any focus on to gain political commitment.
perhaps that's why we have allowed several chemical factories to set up in different states which can pollute the waters to any extent but provide sufficient tax to the exchequer.

We know industrialization in turn makes the state strong on having more money to spend. but when the State Govt cant even implement their own commitments how are they going to utilize that money.



We want to be a developed country fast. That's the problem. Probably Amrtya Sen puts it right.
A country's success or development can't be just measured on its SENSEX or GDP score.

I know I may need a small car to reach office.
But more than that I need assured ration in my house.

When tomatoes are being wasted in one part of the country the other part faces the most steepest cost.
Other than Punjab as a state none of the state has been serious with Farmers.

We need tremendous agricultural reforms. Promote them . Talk about them.

Farmers are those who built our nation to this date. We are among very few countries which faced no famine after our independence.

Protest these groups. Protect our farmers. Let them breathe and live with dignity.

Do not relate them with politics of Mamta or Left.
We owe much more to them.

I can survive watching my sensex portfolio crash but I won't survive by importing my food.

Singur was a badly managed project by West Bengal Govt.Mamta just showed the leakages.
Lets accept this fact and be aware of some basic rights a Farmer can expect from our educated lot.
Its easy to give away 1000 of acres in states with less cultivation, but very difficult in states like Bengal with most of the land cultivable.

Basic education and agricultural reform among farmers is the only key to dive with industrialization in Bengal.

Come lets Ullas

Ullas - is the word for cheers...


In a time when we don't even know who stays in our neighborhood but have 97 friends in the orkut the cheer is missing.
The time is missing when you were really in physical company of many people who can really cheer with you.
Now people are just stressed out if they don't receive a scrap on his/her new posted pics.
Really what a time we are living in...

This blog is my personal experiences with finding new people and friends not on orkut and yahoo but on the journey called life.....