A SILVER LINING BUT NEEDED BROAD ENOUGH THIS TIME

For the past few days , a so-called crusade for Jan –Lok- Pal bill was fought and seen at its zenith. It was fought valiantly by civil society with full fledge support of all the peoples regardless of their  geographical limitation with scant intention of political advantages and equally timidly by our political leaders of the same, brimming with all  the power and privileges, laid down by our constitution for them. This odd combination, eventually,  gave us nothing  but a fallacious  civics lesson that we the  people of India are being driven by a vast democratic machinery with no  possible loopholes.

Though  ,with the fall of curtain, all possibility of  making a 'titanic law' diminished  yesterday, after a high voltage melodrama  in Rajya Sabah and a day before in Loke Sabha, yet it cannot be denied  that we as a whole nation woke up after a long slumber  of ignorance and indifference over those issues which are of national interest but have an immense impact upon us individually. All it happens very rarely that any issue which are under discussion  in parliament are discussed with same agility among common people and gets the maximum response in all possible way either  by demonstration , public debate or in other manner.

Previously ,we had become so habitual of 'nonsense clamor'  in either house of  the parliament resulting into constant declaration of adjournment  which in turn, ruins cores of rupee a day ( almost 2 core a day) that we become oblivious of the fact that our parliament is meant for discussion and to address national issues.But at least, for few days we saw  the few glimpse of  some coherent and serious debate by the members without any  foolish disruption. But it was just not adequate to  bring some new hope in the name of a law which has been  waiting its turn to come into action since may 1968, sometimes, for meager political  gain while on other  just  because of  bad politics. Yes! The things have not turned around by 360 degree but a vital shift has already been taken place which will decide the course of next step of this country.

There is no point being desolated  if jan -lok-pal bill did not receive its due response from  parliament, rather  what is much needed that  our efforts and response should keep smouldering and  remain prompt ,as we shouldn’t  forget the  very underlying fact that the whole chaos is  just revolving around corruption, deeply rooted as firmly, socially and individually as we blame upon our political system.

Every effort, no matter how desperate and vehement they are, cannot escape  the essential bracket of setbacks and comebacks. This time, possibly we have just left the stage of some setbacks in the context of Jan -Lok -Pal bill but for the next time  , we will soon be landed on the surface of  some cheerful comebacks. Anna Hazare, his well learned team and  the intelligent citizens of  this amazing nation would be aware of this fact


.Let’s keep our finger crossed until, something feasible happens………………

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN.....................

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN -

FOR ENDLESS REASONS.

LET A HEART NOT TO SUFFER

SOME PAINFUL  DIVISIONS.

WHO  WILL FOLLOW -

THIS CHARMING ILLUSION?

LET  ME REMAIN UNKNOWN-

IN THIS FLOURISHING SEASON.

HOW FAR AND HOW MORE,

I HAVE TO  RUN?

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN,

FROM SUCH A BLIND RACE OF REPETITION.

SOMEWHERE- 'A DAY' 

WILL EMBRACE 'ITS NIGHT'.

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN,

FROM THEIR VEILED DESOLATION.

THEY  ALWAYS CLAIM TO SEE-

MY VICE AND VIRTUE, ALL IN ADVANCE.

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN,

FROM THEIR  BLIND VISION.

 SOME  TEARS AND A SMILE,

HAVE JUST  ROMANCED TOGETHER

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN ,

FROM THEIR PREVIOUS SEPARATION.

LET ME REMAIN UNKNOWN -

FOR ENDLESS REASONS.

LET A HEART NOT TO SUFFER

SOME PAINFUL  DIVISIONS...............

A VOISS !!!!!

A  VOICE ALWAYS JOIN ME, 

FROM A VERY DISTANT PAST

IT SNEAKS INTO MY EARS 

TO MAKE A MEMOIR  EVER LAST 

A VOICE ALWAYS  JOIN ME, 

TO REJOICE  MY EVERY STORY

WITH A  LOVING NOTE OF MUSIC

JUST INVISIBLE, WHEN THIS LIFE WAS SO FAST.

A VOICE ALWAYS JOIN ME,

TO HOLD  MY  DESERTED WORDS.

UNTIL, THEY MEET THEIR RIGHT EMOTIONS

AND WALK TOGETHER  TILL THEY LAST.

A VOICE ALWAYS  JOIN ME, 

NO  MATTER HOW FAR I AM.

IT FINDS  ME EVERY MOMENT,

TO RESCUE  MY OWN VOICE, DESPITE IN ITS LAST.

A  VOICE ALWAYS JOIN ME, 

FROM A VERY DISTANT PAST.

IT SNEAKS INTO MY EARS ,

TO MAKE A MEMOIR  EVER LAST

.

SOMEWHERE,,,,,,,

AN INNOCENT DESIRE HAS LOST,

AND LAST EMOTION SUNK  SOMEWHERE.

NOWHERE, IT SEEMS SUNNY-DAY OUT THERE,

BECAUSE SOMEONE SOLD IT IN THE "MARKET- OF- DARK" SOMEWHERE

OFCOURSE ! A SHIP SAILED THROUGH SEA QUITE WELL,

BUT LOST  ITS WAY IN A BRIGHT OUT-THERE SOMEWHERE.

JUST BEFORE A LOVELY SMILE DIED AND NOW IN GRAVE,

BUT SCREAMS FOR IT ARE TAKING BIRTH  UNFORTUNATELY SOMEWHERE.

PLIGHT ON FACES, AS IF EVER SINCE,

BECAUSE HARD EARNED JOY HAS DESERTED THEM, LONG AGO SOMEWHERE.

 AN INNOCENT DESIRE HAS LOST,

AND LAST EMOTION SUNK SOMEWHERE........

KAIFI AZMI....

THE WORLD I SEEK I CAN NOT FIND

A NEW EARTH, A NEW SKY I CANNOT FIND.

A NEW EARTH, A NEW SKY EVEN IF I FIND

NO TRACE OF A NEW MAN CAN I FIND.

I HAVE FOUND THE SWORD THAT WAS USED TO KILL ME

NO ONE'S FINGERPRINT  ON IT CAN I FIND.

THAT IS MY VILLAGE, THOSE MY VILLAGE HEARTHS

LET ALONE THE EMBES, SMOKE I CANNOT FIND.

IT IS NOT A GREAT CALAMITY, IF GOD CAN NOT BE FOUND

A TRACE OF MY OWN FINGERPRINTS  I CANNOT FIND.

FOR AN ETERNITY I HAVE  STOOD HERE AMONG THE CROWD

NOT A TRACE OF YOUR FACE CAN I FIND.......

( A  MASTERPIECE BY ' KAIFI AZMI'  A RENOWNED POET  TRANSLATED IN ENGLISH BY PAWAN K.  VERMA)

O MY LIFE.

O MY LIFE!  I ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

THROUGH MY EVERY BREATH ,

I ALWAYS KISS YOU

THIS WORLD WILL NEVER KNOW-

THE ETERNAL ROMANCE BETWEEN US.

IF IT WERE-

IT WOULD'NT  HAVE DESERTED YOU.

HOW FAR  WILL YOU GO WITH ME-

ALAS! I COULD KNOW.

 BUT UNTIL THEN, I CAN ONLY LOVE YOU.

ONE DAY WHEN-

A 'FINAL GOODBYE' WILL  BE A FACT  BETWEEN US.

'A SONG OF JOY' , I WILL EVER SING FOR YOU

. O MY LIFE!  I ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

THROUGH MY EVERY BREATH ,

I ALWAYS KISS YOU

.....BELIEVE.........

SOMETIMES I MISS YOU 

SOMETIMES I DONT.

BUT WHEN IT  HAPPENS 

I JUST WANDER ALONE..

THOUGH YOU DON'T

GO THROUGH THE SAME.

ALAS! YOU COULD IMAGINE 

THE GREAT SILENCE OF A VERY KNOWN..

YES THEY  PREVAILS-

SOME CHERISHED MOMENTS WITH YOU 

 HERE,RIGHT IN MY HEART.

NOW I  WONDER, WHERE HAVE THEY  GONE?.

THIS WORLD HAS TAKEN -

A WILD TURN FOR ME

BUT YOU WILL NEVER...

 MY ONLY BELIEVE FROM DUSK TO DAWN.

SOMETIMES I MISS YOU 

SOMETIMES I DONT.

BUT WHEN IT  HAPPENS 

I  JUST WANDER ALONE..

NOWDAYS........

NOWDAYS,  SOME HOT WINDS ARE GOING DOWN.

NOWDAYS, SOMEONE’S FACE IS STILL IN THE CROWD.

NOWDAYS  SOMEONE THINKS, THAT WHY IT HAPPENED?

A LOVABLE FACE IS STRANGER NOW.

NOWDAYS AS ALWAYS- LIFE IS ON;

BUT FOR WHOM ?  A QUESTION HAS’NT GONE.

NOWDAYS  SOMEONE SAYS THAT HE IS HAPPY-

IS HE REALLY? THOSE MISTY- EYES NEVER SHOWN.

  NOWDAYS, A ‘CHERISHED TIME’ SEEMS GONE TOO SOON.

AS IF A FLOWER , JUST WITHOUT ANY BOON.

NOWDAYS, THIS WORLD SEEMS CLOSER TO SOMEONE-

EXCEPT A WORLD , THAT IS  FAR ON EVERY AFTER NOON. 


NOWDAYS, SOMEONE’S DREAM  ARE FIGHTING VERY HARD.

    WITH A  REALITY,  ALWAYS HARD TO DISCARD.

   NOWDAYS, A FEW SHARED MOMENTS  HAVE LOST IN  BLACKHOLE.

      DOES IT MATTER , WHICH ONE IS SUN  AND WHICH ONE IS STAR???              

.MY NOCTURNAL DESIRE

EVERY SINGLE NIGHT,

IN A VERY DARK SIGHT;

WHENEVER A ‘SILVER MOON LIGHT’-

 FALLS  UPON  MY DARK  AND

 ‘NOCTURNAL  DESIRE’-

 IT AWAKES IN A SMALL HOPE –

THAT  TONIGHT  IT WILL -

DANCE TOGETHER  -

WITH ITS SOULMATE- ‘THE SILVER MOON LIGHT’-

 IN THE GARDEN OF SILENT MUSIC  OF LOVE

 JUST TO  REJOICE FOREVER..

BUT THE DEVIL  DARK 'CLOUDS OF SEPARATION'

WATCH OVER THEM .

 TO KIDNAP THEIR- ‘ONE  ETERNAL LOVE’.

POOR, O DEVIL! 

UNKNOWN OF  ITS SHORT SPAN OF TIME ..

 MY NOCTURNAL DESIRES-

  KNOWS IT  VERY SILENTLY.

 AND ALWAYS UNMOVED  FROM ITS FAITH

 BELIEVES IT DEATHLESSLY THAT-

TONIGHT IT WILL FULFILL ITSELF,

IN THE LOVING ARM OF  ITS SOULMATE-

ONE AND ONLY-

 “THE  SILVER MOON LIGHT”.

EVERY SINGLE NIGHT,

IN A VERY DARK SIGHT;

WHENEVER A ‘SILVER MOON LIGHT’-

 FALLS  UPON  MY DARK  AND

 ‘NOCTURNAL  DESIRE’-

.BUT WHEN..

JOY DOES COME ,

AND SORROW  DOES GO..

BUT WHEN ?

I ALWAYS WATCH IT-

THROUGH THE WINDOW OF MY LIFE,

KEEPING ‘ONE & ONLY’ FAITH THAT-

THE WINDOW WILL NOT CLOSE TONIGHT.

ALL OF A SUDDEN-

CLOUDS OF FEELINGS JUST GOES HEAVIER.

BUT WHY?

I ALWAYS THINK-

THROUGH SOME DRIZZELES FROM MY EYES.

KEEPING ‘ONE & ONLY’ HOPE THAT-

THEY WILL NOT LOSE A DESIRE WHEN THEY CLOSE.

MY ‘TEARS & SORROW’ ALWAYS DANCE WITH HER,

AND  MY’ SMILE & PLEASURE’ JUST WITHOUT HER.

 BUT WHY?

I ALWAYS FEEL IT-

THROUGH   A ‘VIOLENT SILENCE’ IN MY LIFE.

KEEPING ONE SIMPLE DESIRE THAT –

MY ‘TEARS & SMILE’ WILL DANCE TOGETHER,

WHEN SHE WILL HOLD MY HAND.

BUT WHEN?

I ALWAYS WAIT FOR IT………

JUST WAIT FOR IT.....

YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE............

IN MY  LIVING DREAMS ,

YOU ARE ALWAYS  HERE.

BECAUSE  SOMEWHERE IN A DESERT ,

 A LOVELY RAIN IS ALWAYS THERE.

THOUGH  YOUR SPECIAL  WORDS,

  ARE NOW FOR OTHER.

BUT IN MY  TIMELESS SAGA –

YOUR MELODY  IS ALWAYS THERE.

 YES, YOU DO  BELIEVE THAT-

MY WORLD IS SO DARK,

BUT ITS  JUST BECAUSE –

YOUR GLARE IS NOT THERE.

 ALL MY WORDS  ARE   COVERING,

A BEAUTIFUL  LONG  JOURNEY.

  IT MAY BE  JUST BECAUSE-

A HOPE OF MAKING YOU MINE  IS ALWAYS THERE.

IN MY LIVING DREAMS ,

 YOU ARE ALWAYS HERE.

BECAUSE SOMEWHERE IN A DESERT,

A LOVELY RAIN IS ALWAYS THERE.

STRUGGLE -AN UNWANTING BOON

It is well established belief  that  life  comprises of  quantum  of  small and big struggles. And in the  backdrop  of these  various  challenges,  we face them  quite  internally &  externally.  More clearly,  at one time, we  have to lead the front against our own massively damaged  self-reliance  in order to regain & retain the lost ground. While on the other , we actually struggle or  more precisely,  we fight against  quite visible oddities gifted by  our  thunderously massive  opponents.

By & large, we take the charge against our struggle  with all our  varying potential in every walk of  life. Well! To keep away  just superficial  talks , lets  plumb into some real-time  examples , not too far  from our time  but   some contemporary ones, which will  ensure us that  it takes just a small effort to conjure up some extraordinary stories out of our struggles , if we mean it.

Its not too  late, to discuss a cricket league match  of  world cup-2011, Ireland v/s  England. In  that match  Ireland beat England , which was not more than an unforeseen  result  for  most of  the people. But what if , we  try to see the collective effort against one kind of struggle ( a sporting struggle) by Irish,  to derive a monumental victory for  themselves who were  far behind to catch all this.

There were three stages for the chasing party – first when they suffered a 'collateral damage'  inflicted by  the bowling attack, second :- when they were leading by their protagonist ( batsman)  Neil- O-  Brian,, who  consolidated the confidence to chase the target. And third when they kept their nerves  calm , which executed  rest of the task. Now if we go parallel with these three stages , then we will find that we often face these stages in  our life,  in different faces –in different cases. First some initial setbacks  followed by some comebacks, followed by the final  execution ( whatever it may be).

Ironically, we don’t face the  problem  and struggle  in the same fashion. Life gives us n numbers of patterns to struggle  against our problems. And this world is overwhelmed with such unique examples  which spells out  that sometimes,  struggle  becomes  internal  phenomena , which can be dealt with  utmost grace.

The story of Deniela Gracia  from Chile specifies the same , who  had encountered   with a lethal  & heart rendering rail accident ,which  inflicted her body  severely & left her  both pair of hands & legs amputed. There  wasn’t  even an  iota of chance to bring her back in normal life. In this situation she had two clear options , either  to allow herself, to be governed by a downtrodden soul  or to lead her life with ample grit and sheer character. And  finally, inspiring by her great struggle,  she chose the later one and became world’s first quadrilateral amputee physician.  She is now the author of best selling book-“eligi-vivir”( I chose to live).She is just the single hero among the zillions, who have fought a crusade in all their life just to win a  struggle internally.

No matter whether we win our struggle  externally for professional  achievements or internally to  become an inspiration to our own soul  and for other , all it does matter that life becomes what we do with it   after  realizing the nature of struggle  against a problem.

EUTHANASIA-MAY BE MAY NOT BE

            If  one can visualize oneself mired in a pathetic condition, in which neither one can move one’s body parts nor can even utter a single word of need, then undoubtedly , one can easily assume that how traumatic and painstaking it would have been for aruna shan bagh for last thirty years. Her case recently pushed up to the  centre stage , when a plea for passive euthanasia was filed in apex court, which was turned down ,considering the future ramifications once it becomes a law.

Well!  This  fragile and sensitive subject goes beyond  any religious, social, legal aspect because when it comes to the issues like-“euthanasia”, it directly picturize a person who suffers   from a terminal disease deathlessly , which unfortunately, has no cure and hope for a normal life and who may or may not  put his words on the table of discussion- what  is his/her, ultimate desire?

Though apex court has starkly denied all possibility of euthanasia, but around the globe , some countries finds it quite legal to become a law –what netherland did in -2002. Despite  of it, global majority considers it unethical to reward somebody with mercy killing.

The worst  use of euthanasia was seen in 1939, by Hitler in nazi germany when he allowed mercy killing of sick & disabled, which was later extended to newborns & older disabled. That time euthanasia had become an instrument of inhumane actions , in Nazi germany.

Since then, ranging from most developed  to developing countries – euthanasia  is considered as devil’s act-as we don’t have any authority to take lives of any individual, but ironically  capital punishment, doesn’t considered with same perception, I which life of  an individual is taken on account of some offence. Moreover, in some sections of Indian society, like-every single day through the year , a jain  somewhere in the country embrace “santhara”, which resembles to an act of euthanasia.or in other words –a n act of suicide,(which is an offence in IPC-309 of Indian constitution till date) . these are the exceptions draped in religious act prevails in various sections of other religions as wall.

Unfortunately the ripples of  issues like euthanasia will setle down in near future but unfortunately the timeless suffering of  aruna shanbagh and many more like her, will never.

Supreme court upholds its humane and path-breaking  verdict by quoting a couplet from mirza ghalib-“marte hein aarzoo mein marne ki;maut aati hai par nahin aati.(one longs to embrace death but death is such that it comes & yet eludes).