The Insensitive Indian

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 ...