The Insensitive Indian

Zindagi me kuch ho na ho sanak honi chahiye, Sapne ankho me aur kano me unki khanak honi chahiye.   Jab tak log na hase tum par, tumhare sapne bade nahi, Jo hakikat na lage, wo sapne hi hai sahi.   Chaar logo ki baat kano pe padni chahiye, Kuch to fusfusahat ho, esi karni chahiye.   Duniya se khud ki ladayi khud hi ladni chahiye, Zindagi me kuch ho na ho sanak honi chahiye.

This I am writing because I am not able to decipher which party is right, and which is wrong. One fine day, during rains, enroute office, I was stucked in a jam. Though the rain subsided, the jam still persisted due to some mishap in the highway. I was travelling in an ST bus, looking out trying to understand what's the problem and how much time will it take for me to reach the office. As I was looking out, I saw an Audi standing still in the middle of the jam, there entered a beggar in the scene. The beggar, a lady wrapped up in a torn saree, scanned through all the vehicles and lodged herself besides the Audi. She started her gimmicks for alms. The gentleman in the rear seat of the supercar ignored the unlucky soul for a while, and then opening the window pane called for the lady beggar, and offered her a pack of biscuit that he had, the beggar refused. She insisted on getting monetary alms. The Audi gentleman, then offered a barter, "I will give you a 100 r...

Kal shaam jab ham chai ki tapri par ham cigarette sulga rahe the, Ramdas ji us chhote se news house ki shobha badha rahe the.  Aaj ka mudda tha, gharwapasi,  Sab ne apna paksha rakha aur hua vichar manthan,  Ramdas ji bole, Bhaiya yeh Bada hi gambhir mudda jispar hoga chintan. Itne salo se Hamne mehnat kar yh ghar hai banaya, To kya AB in ke raaj me hoga hamara safaya. Sare shor sharabe k beech Ramadas ji Bina tie k Arnab najar aa rahe the, Dikhe bhale na Arnab jese par shor to utna hi macha rahe the.  Sare ho Halle ke beech ek chacha ne apna aapa kho dia, Bole kal to had hi ho gayi, kal usne mujhe kutte ki tarah dho dia.  Us par tilakdhari maharaj bole, ham apke saath puri santavana prakat karte hai,  Hamari chai khatam hui , AB ham glass table pe dharte hai. Mr. Fernandes  ne sabke upay k liye ek sujhav rakha, Ghar wapasi ki sharte nischit ho, iske bare me kya khayal hai,  Kese ho gharwapasi yahi to Sara bawal h...

Us bachhe ki siskiya!!! Maa aaj muje school nahi Jana, Chhote se monu ne aaj subah siskia bhari. Kya hua bachhe, homework na kar paane ka h Fir se yh bahana. Maa school k log bahut kharab hai, Muje waha achha nahi lagta, School Jane k dar se mai sari raat hoon jagta. Bachhe Aage badhne k liye tumhe padhna to padega hi, Nahi to tum peeche rah jaoge, Fir Aage papa jese kese ban paoge. Maa mai aap KO apni baat kese samjhau, Chhodo aap nahi samajh paoge, Sab sunkar mujse kese najar milaoge. Bhari man se bhari basta girte girte sambhala Lunch box liye bager hi school k liye nikal pada, Bhook nhi hogi bachhe KO yh soch Maa KO bhi na fark pada. Shaam KO teacher ne phone kar Maa KO khoob khari koti sunayi, Homework na kar pane par karni hogi bharpayi. Gusse se aagbaboola maa, ne baap se najre milayi, Hamare monu ki teacher ne aaj muje dapat lagayi. Aajkal monu ka man padhai me nahi lag raha hai, Jese kisi galat sangat me pal raha hai. Baap ne kisi ki ...

Maa aaj muje aane me jara der ho jaegi, Pata nhi aaj kudrat muj par kesa qahar dhayegi. Maa yahan raste pe ghana andhera hai, Samne ek bijli ke pole ko logo ka ghera hai. Maa unhe dekh kar mera ji ghabra raha, Aaspaas to koi aur hai hi nahi yaha. Dabe paao mai aage badhi jaa rahi hoon, Bas agle mod pahuch jaaoon mann hi mann mana rahi hoon. Khuda ka shukra hai, ghar saamne hi dikh raha hai, Par yeh kya koi mera peecha kar raha hai. Maa tu jara chaukhat pe aa jaa, Thodi himmat bandh jaegi, Jane yh insaniyat aaj kesa kahar dhaegi. Shayad  peechha karne wala bhi agne ghar ja rha hoga, Yahi soch kar m dil ko tassali de rahi hoon, Par chehre se tapakte paseene k beech mann hi mann ro rahi hoon. Maa ab to yeh aage aa ke mera rasta rok raha hai, Abhi samne dikhne wala mera ghar jane kaha hai. Muje jaane do bhai esi mene fariyad ki, Mann hi mann mene isht dev ki shakal yaad ki. Saamne khada rakshas mujh par dahad maar kar hasa, Uski bhayanak kaya dekh kar ...

Ek chhoti si ek sadak pe chal rha tha mai, ki ek bheed ko dekh thithak gaya. hatho me dekh bhale aur talwar mera man sisak gaya. muje dekh un bahubaliyo ne apni bhauhe chadhai, Mujh tak badhte unke kadam dekh chehre se udi hawai. Ek bhare pure insaan ne meri rooh tak mujko ghoora, Fir mudkar tilakdhari baba ko bola yh to hai insaan adhura. Hatho me dhaga h gale me cross aur gale me tabeej, Jaldi se bata kaun se kaum ka h tu beej. Mene baba se bola hindu muslim ka to pata nhi, Par kaum se mai gareeb hoon. Ishwar allah ka mureed hoon. Dar se gala saaf kar mene aage baat badhai, Apne kaumi beej k sawal pe di safai. Mandir masjid k beech chai ka thela lagata hn. Logo se kaum puche bina unko chai pilata hoon. Kal se dango ke karan mera dhanda thanda hai, Par kaam pe to nikalna tha, kyuki yahi  meri roji mera dhanda hai. Chai ke kanastar pe hath rakh kar mene kaha, Aapke irade dekh lagta h aaj bhi khali haath ghar jana padega, Aaj bhi ...

Bhookh ki koi jaat koi bisaat nahi hoti, Bhookh to unko lagti h jinki koi aukaat nahi hoti. Bhookha tan sirf roti ki ichha rakhta hai, Bhookh ke aage koi khurafaat nahi hoti. Khali pair, nange badan to koi bhi chal leta hai, Par bhookhe pet chalne ki kisi ki himaqat nhi hoti. Sone k liye chadar mile na mile, Khane ke liye do roti ki darkaar hai, Roti hi hai duniya me jiske liye sari takraar hai. Takraaro me takraar ki koi aawaaj nahi hoti, Bhookh ki koi jaat koi bisaat nahi hoti.

Yeh kahani hai meri ek bua ki, Jo ki Eeshwar par aseem shraddha rakhti hai, Hafte me chaar din upvaas , do din maun vrat, esi unki bhakti hai. Somwaar se Shanivar, unka apna hi timetable hota hai, Subah 4 baje se uth ke karti puja path, jab sara jag sota hai. 33 crore devi-devtao ke naam jabaan par ratte hain, Hamse to chemistry ke teen formulae bhi nahi pate hain. Desh ke sabhi saadhu santo ki puja yeh karti hain, Keh do in sadhuo ko kuch bhi, to muh se aag ugalti hain. Ek din buaji ek naye baba ki tasveer ghar layi, Boli Sharma ji ke gharwalo ne inse hi krupa payi. Jab bua thi baba ke Pooja mein magan, Hamne Google baba ka aashirvad liya, Aur ghar pe baithe baithe, baba ka kora chittha khulwa diya. Bua ko bulakar bole, dekho yeh inki sachhai hain, Tasveer mein dikh rahi bikini babe nahi inki lugayi hain. Inke bank account mein, tumhari 33 crore devi devtaon se jyada ki sampatti hai, Kaha se aya itna ...

It was a bright sunny morning, I woke up after a late night chat with my lady love. Suddenly at 11:00 am she called me and said she was going home, she didn’t tell me the reason rather I didn’t let her speak as the news spoilt our date plan. We used to stay in the town of Bhopal, whereas her home was at Indore, which is at a distance of 200 kms from Bhopal. I immediately got up and without doing my chores, I rushed towards the bus stand. There she was, pretty as always, bathed in bright sunlight. Seeing her, I fell in love with her again. At the very moment, I thought of embracing her with all my love for her. With a bit of thought, I decided against as I have to portray my anger. I didn’t speak to her, just stood beside, observing the surroundings, accidently touching her hand every now and then. Hardly a moment has passed, the bus arrived and she left. When I reached home on my bike, I checked my phone, which read 10 missed calls and an SMS. All were  from her. The message read...

Why marketers should not fall in love: Why marketers should not fall in love, The reason is not being lousy, not even the time, It has to do with the qualities inherent, the tuning of the chimes. When a marketer looks for  love, He goes for a market research, He thinks about the sample and the respondent, Whether it has to be a college girl or someone from the convent. He draws out an exhaustive questionnaire, Which never is to be filled. Sometimes shopping mysterily, If caught is to be killed. Now comes the analysis part, Which never comes so easy, SPSS or Excel, which software to choose, Lips pink or red, hair tied or loose. Now comes the stage so tricky, The STP can be loose or can be sticky. The segment which he chose, never pay him heed, The targeting seems never succeed. Positioning looks like a game of trial and error, Should he be amicable or try a strategy of terror. Should he try some cheesy lines, Or be a lo...

A blind man in the bus stop. That was a sunny day, a Monday morning with sweet zephyr, The bus stop crowded with the white collared people, the color going well with the weather. To the corner of the stall there stood a man with stick in his hand, Eyes blindfolded as if harry potter wielding his magic wand. He waited for a while then tried crossing the road,   Taking one step front and two back as a hopping toad. I looked at him silently, as a passive onlooker, I had to reach my place and play snooker. The blind man called people and pleaded them, Help me cross the road and get over this mayhem. I thought helping him, then decided against, Remembering the morning news that gave me  a bad taste. A blind man snatching a woman's chain made into page six, What to do or not, i was in a fix. Thinking deeply into the matter I got lost, Peasants came and gone ignoring the unfortunate chap, I couldn’t blame others as i too ...

Jab wo chaar saal ka tha, Usne laddoo churaye. Maana wo ladakpan tha, Fir bhi use maa-baap na samjhaye. Bole wo toh man ka sachha hai, Wo to abhi bachha hai. Aath ki umar mein baap ka batua le uda, Batuye ki rakam se dosto ko film dikhayi Guthke cigarette ke liye, Chori se ki kamayi. Pata chalne par maa-baap bole, badi harkat nhi ki yeh achha hai, Sambhal jaega wo, abhi to wo bachha hai. Chaudah ki umar me, attempt to murder mein jail gya, Uska shikar hua balak, apni ek ankh se gya, Bal sudhar mein kuch waqt bita ghar pe uske kadam pade, Jang jeeti ho jese, ese maa-baap ro pade. Sambhal lo ise jab tak ghada kachha hai, Jawab mila, kya jarurat hai abhi to wo bachha hai. Aaj satrah ki umar me usne ek naari ki aabru h looti, Kaanp jae rooh esi darindagi hai failayi, Haivaniyat ke is kaand pe na baap dapta na maa chillayi, Kaanoon ke hath bandhe hai, kyuki yeh kanoon luchha h, Jo is par bhi kehta hai, use saja nhi ho sakti wo to abhi bachha h.

Aaj hum sunayenge aapko chhuttan bhaiya ki katha, Netaon ki chaplusi aur band-hadtal hai inke parivar ki pratha. Sabhi pradarshano mein shamil hote, Chahe mudde se bhi wakif na hote. Ek baar to age badh kar putle ka dahan kia, Party adhyaksha ko impress karne ka risk lia. Putla jala kar mude, aur neta ji ki ankho se ankhe milayi, Neta ji ne bhi badh kar apni hateli badhayi. Chhuttan bhaiya khushi se foole nhi samaye, Socha na jane ab kab netaji ka bulawa aye. Khushi mein doston ke sath dawat udayi, Doston ne bhi chhuttan ki khub ki khichayi. Dusre din party daftar se chhuttan ko phone aya, Chhuttan ne apna khadi ka kurta chadhaya. Chhuttan ko ese roop mein dekh log dang reh gaye, Soche is gali ke gunde ke din kese fir gaye. Kurta pehan chhuttan bhaiya ne road se sansad tak ke sapne bun liye, Samne lag nai ke board par MP ki shapath padh liye. Chhuttan khayalo se nikla to wo party daftar ke samne tha, Party daftar karyakartao se...

Black and white One fine day, when I woke up, I found it all black and white, Running haphazardly, I kept searching for my normal sight. My eyes were black, my lips were black, The only white I found, was coming from my back. I gave a thought, what is this shine, Or I am still at the hangover of last eve wine. The beaming shine grew large and started a monologue, I stood like a stone as I was under shock. I asked about his credentials and enquired about the hue, The person smiled and started giving me clue. He asked me, are you a person of noble character, I replied what it has to do with this strange chapter. He answered, this is imperative as it has the answer implied, If you answer this, destiny may take your side. I nodded in an affirmative way, As if confusion and shock blocking my say. The light replied, be a little genuine, when you answer my query, We have all the time, don’t be in a hurry. I introspected myself a...

Manjile hai bahut, Aur raste bhi. Jindagi jeene ke falsafe bhi. Kisi ko milta yaha bahut kuch, Aur kisi ke hatho mein mushkile bhi. Koi khushiyon batata hai yaha, To kisi ki ankho me palte hai khwab bhi. Kisi ke hote hai sapne pure, To kisi ki ankho mein palte hai khwab bhi. Koi mitata hai apno par, To kisi ko naseeb nahi apno ka sath bhi. Mil jaye gar apna koi, Gum jata hai bheed main kahin. Kisi ki barat mein khush hone ko mil jate hai hajaro, To kisi ke janaje ko nahi milte chaar kandhe bhi. Kisi ko bhukh hai ek niwale k, Mil jata hai use mej-o- darokht par khana, Sath mein shano-o shaukat ke liye sharab bhi. Bhookhe pet pade gareeb ko nahi milti do jun ki roti, Tan ko kapda ki kya bisaat, yaha nahi milta pyaas bujhane ko aab bhi. Pairo mein pehene jane wale juto ke liye hai shamiyana lagaya, Jara gaur se dekho yaha lakho ko naseeb nahi fati juraab bhi. Yaha gairo ke liye rakhi jati hai dawat, Jaha budhe maa-baap...

The Insensitive Indian: Rikshewala Ameer Ho Gaya Ek din ek rikshewale k g... : Rikshewala Ameer Ho Gaya Ek din ek rikshewale k ghar pe sarkari babu aye, Adhe tute huye darwaje ko jor se khatkhataye Rikshawala...

Rikshewala Ameer Ho Gaya Ek din ek rikshewale k ghar pe sarkari babu aye, Adhe tute huye darwaje ko jor se khatkhataye Rikshawala dauda-dauda aya, aur sankal hatayi, Dekh kar samne suit-boot wale babu, uski buddhhi chakrayi. Usne socha ki ye shayad koi survey karne aye hai, Ya bachho ko polio ki do boond pilane aye hai. Bade aadar se usne unhe andar bulaya, Andar tooti mej aur fati chatayi dekh sarkari babu jhallaya. Bola hum baithne nahi aye hai, Bus tumse kuch sawal karne aye hai. Yeh sun ke rikshawala ghabraya, Socha ye kesa sankat hai aya. Babu ne pucha, ghar me kitne log hai, Sabhi maujud h yahan, yeh bhi kya kam sanyog hai. Babu ne charo taraf najar daudayi, To teen bachhe aur yeh h tumhari lugayi. Rikshewale ne sir hilakar hami bhari, Aur ek budhi ma hai jo khat par h padi. Babu ne pucha, mahine m kitna kama leta hai, Mai-baap mahine ka nahi, hamara to din bhar ka theka hai. Achha to din m kitna kama leta hai, Malik yeh to is par ...

Corruption has its Intangible roots People talk of tackling/fighting corruption, only to find themselves engulfed in it that it has become an inevitable part of the system. Media always talk about corruption being so rampant in the society that people always give it positive thumbs up. This is a small, stupid incident with which I have to live up with during the last four years my college life. During my college, there was a provision for students belonging to SC, ST, OBC to avail a scholarship. The scholarship can go as high as Rs.350000/- per annum while the fee for a year was variable from 38000 to 43000. The only eligibility for the scholarship was that the student should belong to an SC ,ST, OBC( non creamy layer) with an annual family income as less as 50000. There were around 12-13 friends of mine who were all lined up for the scholarship. These friends of mine were the party throwers, lavish expenders of our class who used to show off their latest gadgets. Though the p...

India against corruption “Practise what preach”, this is an ideology which is taught to us from our childhood. But it seems like an outdated concept in this real world. Our politicians preach living a simple life while driving in a SUV and that too on public expense; our cricketers preach playing fair, while the winners fall to the bottom of fair play table. Our actors preach, “No to drugs” while Caught in camera in inebriated state. Media preaches fair jurisdiction and jurisdiction for all while carrying out “incriminate the accused campaign” and the list goes on. But this is not about the actors, politicians, cricketers, media; it is about the common man. This is about an incident which I came across in a small town in M.P, last year. During the month of April 2011,there was a large hue and cry regarding the anticorruption campaign and the Lokpal bill. The rage reached to the level of a revolution, where the whole country seems to be united under one agenda. Although the m...

The great Indian political league Politics is one dimension of an ordinary Indian which is the most insensitive one. Whether it is attack on the country or a defeat in the cricket field, we find politics in everything, every sphere. From Mamta di taking political mileage of KKR’s victory in IPL and stealing the limelight turning it into a subject of Bengal’s pride as opposed to that of a club’s which doesn’t have anything to do with Bengal. Also there has been a case of taking advantage of Dr. Ambedkar’s cartoon row. Of all the recent political activities, one which baffled me the most is the controversy around Shankar’s Dr. Ambedkar Cartoon. When we look at the whole development, we find it rather ridiculous. The cartoon if looked from the prospect of its timing, it was a very appropriate one, for it showed Dr. Ambedkar riding a snail named “Constitution” which symbolises its slow pace. Baba sahib had a whip in his hand that shows Ambedkar want to steer the process. Then ...