Who is real culprit??

असली  गुनहागार कौन ??
वह जो अपराध  करता है ..या वह जो अपराध  कराने   पर मजबूर  करता  है ??
इस  देश  का हर नागरिक  एक बेहद समझदार और  भावुक है ..
पर वो उन  लोगो  के  झूठे बहकावे में आ जाता है जो  उन्हे  अपराध करने को प्रेरित करते है ..
उनकी सोच पर नफरत का एक ऐसा आवारण पहना देते है कि उनकी  सोचने समझने की शक्ती ही खत्म हो  जाती है ..
और यह नफरत देश को सालो पीछे ले जाने का काम करती है ..
देश के सामने  इतने ज्वालंत मुद्ददे है जैसे  ..बिरोजगारी ,भूखमारी और .लाचारी से  देश का इंसान बेहाल है  ..
यह सब इंसान को मजबूर कर रहा है ..गलत रास्ते पर  चलने के लिये ..
देश का मुखिया और उसके सिपहसलार अगर चाहें तो हर असभव काम भी संभव  हो सकता है ..
देश  का  मुखिया भूल जाये कि फलाँ  पार्टी का हूँ ..और सिर्फ उनको ही साथ लेकर मैं कुछ कर सकुँगा ..ऐसी  सोच उनको छोटा बनाती है ..अब  आप किसी पार्टी विषेश के  नहीं बल्की हर इंसान  के मुखिया है ..उनसे उम्मीद की जाती है कि वह सर्वोर्परी नहीं ..बल्की सारवोपरीये बने..और देश के हर नागरिक का दूख -सुख अपना समझ कर उसे दूर करें चाहे वो किसी धर्म -जाति का हो ..
जबतक देश से  नफरत का बीज उखाड़ कर नहीं फेका जायेगा तबतक आशांती का माहौल रहेगा और  उसमे सिर्फ मासूम लोग ही इसका शिकार होते रहेंगे ..
इस  दुनिया में किसी को सारी उमर नहीं  रहना ..एक ना एक दिन इस दुनिया से जाना है तो क्यौ न प्यार का बीज बोकर जायें ..

From my diary..

कुछ अलग है। ... 

सहर तो हुई हमेशा की तरह.. 

आज कुछ अलग सी थी.. 

न जाने क्यों एक कमी सी थी.. 

कुछ ज़्यादा ही सर्द थी.. 

हर तरफ एक अजीब  सी  ..

वीरानगी फैली हुई.. 

दुनिया हैरान परेशान थी.. 

सहमी कुछ -अनजान सी.. 

वाक़िफ़ न थी  .. ये दुनिया  

हुस्न ये भी है.. 

जो इसकी अलग पहचान है.. 

सहर नज़ीर 

dawn is waiting 4 new dawn: HUMANITY CALL..

dawn is waiting 4 new dawn: HUMANITY CALL..: कुछ दिनों  पहले   अनोखा वाक़्या हुआ ..एक बंदर ने कैसे अपने साथी बंदर को दी नयी ज़िंदगी..कमाल है !! यह कानपूर स्टेशन का मंज़र था 'कि कैस...

Pseudo-nationalists ..learn from Tagore..

In times of misplaced nationalism.. It's indeed ironic to remember that poet and Nobel laureate who wrote India 's national anthem' Jana gana mana..' was remarkably universal in his vision and was untrammelled by narrowness of caste,class, country and creed..

Tagore, whose 156 the birthday anniversary falls on 7 the may,wasn't a nationalist if judged by today's exaggerated standards ,flawed perception and twisted definitions..

'Tagore had an all- encompassing vision and heart that throbbed for every living and non- living creatures,' opined Saravapalli Radhakhrishan is his 'Oxford Series Lectures'.Some pseudo-nationalists may argue that Tagore just wrote poetry sitting on ivory tower and didn't participate in freedom struggle of India.. They are grossly mistaken..

Tagore wasn't an indolent lotus-eater who just sat on the fence and observed the cavalcade of history by,doing nothing.

On the contrary, he had the courage of conviction to return the Knighthood that was bestowed upon him by British following Amritsar's massacre in 1919.

He wrote to the viceroy of India while returning this,a regime that doesn't have empathy for the innocent protesters, is presumed to have no empathy for decency and niceties of human existence.. I,therefore return the'honour' to the oppressive and inhuman government'.

It was Tagore who could write' jaati,dharmo nirbeshe/Ami manush,mei aamar kono dash,na kono praanto( regardless of caste and creed, I'm but an individual who doesn't belongs to any country or province.)

In his Nobel acceptance speech in 1913,Tagore said' a poet has no country, he has no community. He has a universality of vision and a profound vastnesses of sensibilities that enable him to connect on earth .'

dawn is waiting 4 new dawn: DIRECTLY FROM MY HEART..

dawn is waiting 4 new dawn: DIRECTLY FROM MY HEART..: आज का इंसान.. इंसानी पैग़ाम बहुत कुछ कहने का दिल करता।  आजकल का मौहाल देखकर क्या कहुँ -कहाँ से शरू करुँ-समझ से परे लगता है एक इंसान हो...

Agony of partition...

How Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s most famous poem came to be written

The poem with the famous line ‘This is not that dawn’ was written to commemorate Pakistan’s independence.

As the horror of partition gradually receded over the ensuing months, peace returned and poets picked up their pens once again. All of them wanted to express in their own words the sentiments of their fellow Pakistanis. Most of these poems proved transitory but in the ones that have been preserved, there is a reflection of the hope and optimism which most citizens of the new land were feeling. At last, they were free of the hated British Raj and the Muslims of the subcontinent had a land to call their own.

It was Faiz, however, from whose pen sprang one of the earliest, and most memorable, tributes to this bloody chapter in the history of the subcontinent. This is how one author later described it:]

On June 3, 1947, the partition of the subcontinent was announced. A few days later, summer vacations started…[We] came to Srinagar in August. Across the river from our houseboat was a large mansion, “Harmony”, where Dr MD Taseer and Faiz’s family were staying. Two or three days after August 14, Faiz sahib arrived there. I met him the next day at Taseer sahib’s house. Faiz, who always used to be somewhat hesitant in front of his elders, especially Taseer sahib and Bokhari sahib, remarked that he had started a poem in Lahore and finished it by the time he got to Srinagar. At Taseer sahib’s request, he recited it for us.

The poem was titled Subh-e azadi (Dawn of Independence) and it was to become one of the most enduring pieces of writing on the Partition:

Ye daagh ujala, ye shab gazeeda seher

Wo intezaar tha jiska ye wo seher tau nahi

Ye wo seher tau nahin, jis ki arzu le kar 

Chaley thay yaar ke mil jaye gi kahin na kahin 

Falak ke dasht mein taaron ki aakhri manzil 

Kahin tau hoga shab-e sust mauj ka saahil 

Kahin tau ja ke rukay ga safeena-e gham-e dil.

This stained light, this night-bitten dawn;
This is not that long-awaited day break;
This is not the dawn in whose longing,
We set out believing we would find, somewhere,
In heaven’s wide void,
The stars’ final resting place;
Somewhere the shore of night’s slow-washing tide;
Somewhere, an anchor for the ship of heartache.

Faiz ended the poem with these lines:

Abhi giraani-e shab mein kami nahin aai 
Nijaat deeda o dil ki ghadi nahin aai 
Chaley chalo ke wo manzil abhi nahin aai.

Night’s heaviness is unlessened;
The hour of the heart and spirit’s deliverance has not yet arrived;
Let us go on, that goal has not yet arrived.

The people in Faiz’s circle of friends who first heard the poem were “transfixed, especially Dr Nazir Ahmad [Faiz’s old friend, later principal of Government College, Lahore], who kept repeating the poem after Faiz finished reciting it. In between, Taseer sahib also requested Faiz to repeat some verses two or three times.”

The poem, as was usual with Faiz’s poetry, did not go unnoticed by the general public either. However, the reaction was decidedly mixed. In fact, Faiz, by gently combining lyricism with political comment and expressing his sorrow about what had happened (and perhaps his apprehension about what was to come), raised hackles on both sides of the political divide.

Those on the right scorned the poem for not celebrating independence enthusiastically. This, according to them, was not the time to cry over the anguish of ordinary people but to be happy that freedom had finally arrived.

Those on the left were not too happy either. Faiz’s friend and Marxist historian Syed Sibt-e Hasan wrote:

Both those on the Right and the Left protested [about the poem]. Those on the right said outright that it was a betrayal of the cause of Independence and that Faiz was against Pakistan. His enemies were also upset that he had not criticised the Radcliffe award outright in the poem. They could never understand the depth of the metaphors “stained light” and “night bitten dawn”.

The critics on the left said the poem was too vague, claiming that if the title was removed, it would be impossible to tell if the poem was about Independence. They also protested that the romantic symbols had lessened the impact of the poem. These people are happy to extend permission to Mirza Ghalib to describe the truth in terms of wine and cup but are unwilling to extend the same to Faiz sahib.

Faiz’s friend and fellow Progressive poet, Ali Sardar Jafri, called the poem “half truth” and wrote that a poem like this could be written by both a member of an Islamist or a Hindu religious organization, that if Faiz felt that independence (and its ensuing partition) was a negation of the aspirations of common people, he should have been more forceful in his denunciation of it, etc.

Defending Faiz, Professor Fateh Mohammad Malik wrote:

It is surprising that those who were criticizing Faiz never managed to see in it his deep, undying love for his land, especially at a time when the wounds of the Radcliffe Award (Partition) were still raw, when our (Pakistan’s) leaders were bemoaning the cunning and betrayal of the British about this “moth-eaten” Pakistan.

Subh-e azadi was written on the occasion of Pakistan’s first birthday and Faiz, in his own unique way, highlighted the problems facing the new nation. From 1947 till his death in 1984, Faiz composed a total of eleven more poems to celebrate either Pakistan’s Independence Day or Republic Day. In all of these poems, Faiz spoke lovingly and sadly about his land and its long- suffering people, their hopes and fears, their joys and sorrows, their dreams and disappointments.

There is also, in these poems, both an expression of solidarity with his land and its people and also a challenge of the oppressed against their oppressors. The beauty of these poems (and Faiz’s poetry) is their melody and their message of hope, although many of them also reflect the agony of the poet in the face of life’s painful realities. Agha Nasir has noted, “These poems were written at different times and are composed in different styles and different metres but if we read them together, their internal rhythm makes them appear like a single long poem.”

Excerpted with permission from Love and Revolution: Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Life is great teacher ..

*9 short stories worth reading* ..

1. *FALL and RISE*

Today, when I slipped on the wet tile floor a boy in a wheelchair caught me before I slammed my head on the ground.  He said, “Believe it or not, that’s almost exactly how I injured my back 3 years ago .

2. *A FATHER'S ADVICE*

Today, my father told me, “Just go for it and give it a try!  You don’t have to be a professional to build a successful product.  Amateurs started Google and Apple.  Professionals built the Titanic

3. *The POWER of UNIQUENESS* .

Today, I asked my mentor – a very successful business man in his 70’s – what his top 3 tips are for success.  He smiled and said, “Read something no one else is reading, think something no one else is thinking, and do something no one else is doing.

4. *LOOKING BACK*

Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I’m working on for my Psychology class.  When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, “Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile.

5. *TRY and YOU shall KNOW*

I am blind by birth. When I was 8 years old, I wanted to play baseball. I asked my father- "Dad, can I play baseball?" He said "You'll never know until you try." When I was a teenager, I asked him, - "Dad Can I become a surgeon?". He replied "Son, you'll never know until you try." Today I am a Surgeon, just because I tried!

6. *GOODNESS & GRATITUDE*

Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug.  When I tensed up, she realized I didn’t recognize her.  She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of world trade centre.

  

7. *LOOKING BACK*

Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my mother’s hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, “I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often.”

8. *AFFECTION*

Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed.  About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.

9. *SHARING*

Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe.  He said he hadn’t eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy.  Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating.  The first thing the man said was, “We can share it.”

_Cheers to life_

*One of the best posts, ....thanks to all those who decided to share these real life experiences*

It's time to be grateful..

   Stay Positive.. Alwz..
The lyf you're living now..is also a dream of millions..
So alwz be satisfied wid your lyf..
Be happy in every moment ..
     Sometimes, we get engrossed wid our lives and become so self- centered and egocentric dat we slowly start forgetting dat we have been provided wid everything dat we need to survive in dis world..
Yet we start to complaining..and comparing ourselves wid others.. Dis creates disharmony and imbalance in the environment and our selves..
    Slowly, those who are close to us will get to know about our insecurities and emotional turmoil..dey will either stay wid us and  use their wisdom to change us while keeping their distance ..while others might disengage completely from us to keep their sanity intact..
  To keep yourself happy and fulfilled ..start thinking Positive..
Stop comparing urself to others ..
  Visualize the things dat u wanna to change and attract those things towards urself wid a pure intention!!
         Soon ,there will be magical change in ur lyf..it's tym to be grateful..!!

Desire to be loved..alwzz..

💮 _*हरिवंशराय बच्चन की एक सुंदर कविता*_ ...

*खवाहिश  नही  मुझे  मशहूर  होने  की*।
*आप  मुझे  पहचानते  हो  बस  इतना  ही  काफी  है*।

*अच्छे  ने  अच्छा  और  बुरे  ने  बुरा  जाना  मुझे*।
*क्यों  कि  जिसकी  जितनी  जरुरत  थी  उसने  उतना  ही  पहचाना  मुझे*।

*ज़िन्दगी  का  फ़लसफ़ा  भी   कितना  अजीब  है*,
*शामें  कटती  नहीं,  और  साल  गुज़रते  चले  जा  रहे  हैं*....!!

*एक  अजीब  सी  दौड़  है  ये  ज़िन्दगी*,
*जीत  जाओ  तो  कई  अपने  पीछे  छूट  जाते  हैं*,
*और  हार  जाओ  तो  अपने  ही  पीछे  छोड़  जाते  हैं*।

*बैठ जाता हूं मिट्टी पे अक्सर*...
*क्योंकि मुझे अपनी औकात अच्छी लगती है*..

*मैंने समंदर से सीखा है जीने का सलीक़ा*,
*चुपचाप से बहना और अपनी मौज में रहना*।।

*ऐसा नहीं है कि मुझमें कोई ऐब नहीं है*
*पर सच कहता हूँ मुझमे कोई फरेब नहीं है*

*जल जाते हैं मेरे अंदाज़ से मेरे दुश्मन क्यूंकि एक मुद्दत से मैंने*
*न मोहब्बत बदली और न दोस्त बदले* .!!.

*एक घड़ी ख़रीदकर हाथ मे क्या बाँध ली*..
*वक़्त पीछे ही पड़ गया मेरे*..!!

*सोचा था घर बना कर बैठुंगा सुकून से*..
*पर घर की ज़रूरतों ने मुसाफ़िर बना डाला* !!!

*सुकून की बात मत कर ऐ ग़ालिब*....
*बचपन वाला 'इतवार' अब नहीं आता*

*जीवन की भाग-दौड़ में*
*क्यूँ वक़्त के साथ रंगत खो जाती है* ?
*हँसती-खेलती ज़िन्दगी भी आम हो जाती है*..

*एक सवेरा था जब हँस कर उठते थे हम और*
*आज कई बार बिना मुस्कुराये ही शाम हो जाती है*..

*कितने दूर निकल गए*,
*रिश्तो को निभाते निभाते*..
*खुद को खो दिया हमने, अपनों को पाते पाते*..

*लोग कहते है हम मुस्कुराते बहोत है*,
*और हम थक गए दर्द छुपाते छुपाते*..

*खुश* *हूँ और* *सबको खुश* *रखता हूँ*,
*लापरवाह* *हूँ फिर भी सबकी परवाह*
*करता हूँ*..

*मालूम है कोई मोल नहीं मेरा, फिर भी*,
*कुछ अनमोल लोगो से रिश्ता रखता हूँ*...!..😊😊