माता-पिता

बचपन और बुढापे में मन और शरीर दोनों बहुत नाज़ुक होते हैं. इसीलिए किसी बच्चे को या बुजुर्ग को संभालना, उनकी देखभाल करना बड़ा मुश्किल हो जाता हैं
वो कहते हैं की बचपन और बुढापा एक सरीखा होता हैं.
लेकिन क्या हम जो कहते हैं, उसे अपनाते हैं?

अपना बच्चा अगर बीमार हो तो उसकी देखभालमें हम रात-दिन भी गुज़ारे तो नहीं थकते.
क्या हम अपने बूढ़े माता-पिता की सेवा में उसी प्रकार तत्पर रहते हैं?

बच्चे ने जगह जगह फैलाई हुई गन्दगी, उसकी विष्ठा, उसका बहता नाक इससे हम शिकायत करे न करे
लेकिन माता-पिता का रहेन-सहेन हमारी modern lifestyle से मेल नहीं खाता हैं और घृणास्पद लगता हैं

कल मैंने एक ४ साल का बच्चा देखा जो किसी फिल्मसे प्रभावित होकर शर्ट की collar को उपर चढ़ाकर, उंगली ऊँची उठाकर “आवाज़ नहीं करनेका” ऐसे शब्दोंमें फिल्मके हीरो की नक़ल उतार रहा था. आसपास बैठे हुए सभी लोग अत्यंत विलक्षणतासे और कौतुकपूर्ण नजरोसे बच्चे को देख रहे थे.
मैंने सोचा – बीस साल बाद इन्ही हावभावोंके साथ बच्चा उंगली से इशारा कर तुम्हे घरके बाहर निकालेगा, इतिहास फिरसे दोहराएगा

बच्चा चीखे चिल्लाये, रो कर, जिद कर अपनी बात मनवाए – हम मन में कोई नाराज़गी नहीं रखते
फिर क्यों कभी माता पिता आवाज़ ऊँची चढ़ाकर या करुणता से हाथ जोड़कर कोई बात आगे रखे तो हम आगबबूले हो जाते हैं?

किसी भरी सभामें बच्चेके कुछ embarrassing कह जाने पर हम react नहीं करेंगे, थोड़ी शर्मिंदगी महसूस होगी या नहीं भी होगी. लेकिन “बच्चा ही हैं” ये सोचके बात को टाल देंगे
पर अब तो अक्सर हम माँ-बाप को कहीं लेके जाने में ही embarrassment महसूस करते हैं. उनका होना हमारे status symbol के आड़ आ जाता हैं

ऐसा नहीं की हर बच्चा निहायती नालायक और हर माता-पिता आदरणीय और सहनशील होते हैं
पर दूर दूर तक सच्चाई यही हैं की प्रेम और आदरभाव के अभाव में कई माता-पिता रोते हैं

आज हमारा लगाव हमारे बेटे के प्रति ज्यादा और माँ-बाप के प्रति कम हैं. ये परंपरा तो चलती रहेगी, हमारे बुढ़ापे में कहानी ज़रूर पलटेगी और फिर तकलीफ होगी. बुढ़ापे में बच्चे से अपेक्षाएं बढेंगी लेकिन हमारा बच्चा उसके बच्चे की अपेक्षाएं पूरी करने में व्यस्त हो जाएगा और तुम्हारी तकलीफ बढ़ेगी.

मुझे लगता हैं – काफी समस्याएं कम हो जायेंगी यदि हम – हमको जन्म देनेवालोंके प्रति स्नेह ज्यादा और हमने जिनको जन्म दिया उनके प्रति लोभ कम रखें.
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Sir Ken Robinson: Bring on the learning revolution! | Video on TED.com

Sir Ken Robinson: Bring on the learning revolution! | Video on TED.com

He talks impressively about Intelligence, Talent, Ability and Passion and how education needs an organic model than a mechanical model. With 10th and 12th results out and a new academic year about to begin, this makes a brilliant watch.

There are only lessons in Life…

Experienced a small but very defining incidence recently and hence sharing it:

Place: A Ganpati Pandal, right in the heart of a very crowded chowk (Nal Stop) in Pune.

Time: Peak Traffic Hours, 7.30PM. The traffic’s really bad at Nal stop at this time of the day.

Description: A healthy guy in his 30’s with Pan/Gutkha in his mouth, was playing very loud and irritating music at the Pandal. He looked very rowdy. I started hating him in first glance itself. Let’s call him Pandal manager.

So, I was waiting near that Pandal for a friend. We were supposed to meet at a restaurant close to the Pandal. I was in my own thoughts and had already started making judgments and heavy criticism about all the Hungama that people create in Ganesh festivals. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud ambulance siren. The signal at the chowk was Red. Huge PMTs were lined up.  I felt helpless for the ambulance ‘coz there was barely any way it could make through. Vehicles were not moving. A bumper to bumper traffic situation. And to add to the misery, the noise levels at the Pandal were so high that I doubted whether vehicles upfront could listen to the siren and make some moves for the ambulance to pass. I started cursing the Pandal manager even more. I felt like going to that Pandal manager and ask him to stop the music. And to my surprise, he had already started lowering the volume. He infact stopped the music and quickly rushed towards ambulance. I could see there that if one or two vehicles could just shift towards their left, the ambulance could have made it. I thought I should go there and help to save the situation. By then, the Pandal manager had taken the control of traffic. He made 2-3 vehicles move and Bingo! The ambulance got its away. My sophisticated and restricted mindset felt pathetic. It needed more presence of mind to save the situation. I could not stop appreciating the Pandal manager that he was quick enough to act. Who knows his quick thinking and action probably saved a life!!! Kudos to the Pandal manager.

Well, this incidence is open to interpretations, opinions and comments. I don’t want to provide any conclusion. I don’t want to make any statement on humanity, presence of mind and blah, blah either. I’ll only share what I learned through this incidence that

“There’s so much to learn even from a person whom I don’t like apparently at the first glance. What I see in a person at the first glance is just the illusion. Instead of being judgmental, I should focus upon the fact that there’s so much of learning. Just because I’m qualified, well-educated and a white-collar job holder civilian, it does not mean that I’m superior. अहम् में, गुरूर में और नफरत में काफी दरवाज़े बंद हो जाते हैं. Stay Humble, Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish!!! Let’s stop making judgments ‘coz nothing can be generalized!”

Thanks to my friend who was 5 min. late. Those 5 minutes certainly shook my beliefs to some extent.

ज़रा गौर फरमाओ

Disclaimer: I don’t mean to offend anyone by this post. With a complete respect to the working class, which is the heart of Indian Economy, I’m writing this. This post is dedicated to all those white-collar software job holders who crib about their lives 24*7

Another Disclaimer: The poem’s completely original.

शुक्र करो,
की तुम तपती धूप में पसीना बहानेवाले किसान नही बने
न तुम युद्धभूमि में जान न्योछावर करनेवाले जवान बने
तुम किस्मत के अभागे, सड़कों पे सोनेवाले भिखारी नही बने
न तुम जंगली जान्वरोंके साथ खेलनेवाले मदारी बने
तुम नींद भूख प्यास और घर छोडके के सवारी पे जानेवाले ड्राईवर नही बने
न तुम काली रातोंमे जिस्मफरोशी करनेवालों के सौदागर बने
तुम हररोज़ बासी बर्तन धोनेवाले कामवाले भैया या बाई नहीं बने
न तुम गली मोहल्लोंमे अकारण दहशत फैलानेवाले भाई बने
तुम किसी राजाके पैरों के धूल समान दास नही बने
न तुम medical college में इस्तेमाल किये जानेवाली लाश बने 
तुम न जाने क्या क्या बन सकते थे! एक बहुत ही आम ज़िन्दगी जी सकते थे! 
तुम में शारीरिक क्षमता की भी कोई कमी नहीं
फिर क्यों तुम रोते हो? अपनी किस्मत को कोसते हो? 
अपने काम की इज्ज़त नही करते? और बस निराशा और मायूसी की आहे भरते?
तुम एक काबिल engineer हो… ऐसा engineer जो AC में बैठके 9-6 duty करता हैं. वो भी सिर्फ सोमवार से शुक्रवार!!! काम से शिकायत होना लाज़मी हैं… काम से satisfied न होना भी गैर नही. बड़े और बेहेतर काम की चाह होनी चाहिए. लगे तो उस दिशा में कदम उठाओ. लेकिन काम और मेहेनत करने की तमन्ना ही न हो तो क्या रहा? सोचो तुम क्या क्या बन सकते थे और आज क्या हो? आज तुम जिन सुख-सुविधाओं में जी रहे हो; उनको पाने के लिए शायद तुम्हारे माता-पिता ने और उनकी पीढ़ी के तमाम लोगोने कई साल गुजारे होंगे. आज भी देश की अधिकतर आवाम तुम्हारे जैसी ज़िंदगी जीने को तरस रही होंगी. अगर फिर भी तुम अपनी ज़िन्दगी से खुश नही हो तो उस में बदलाव लाने की ज़रुर कोशिश करो. पर यूँ हाथ पे हाथ धरे ऑफिस के ऐशो-आराम में बैठके keyboard पे “I hate my job, Damn! Work tomorrow, Monday, Tuesday, WTF” लिखो मत ! यही तोह उम्र हैं मेहेनत करने कि, सपने सजाने की और उन सपनोमे उड़ान भरनेकी!!!

PS: To make myself clear, the post is about those who don’t like TO work; rather than those who don’t like their work, the current work in hand.

The joy is multiplied when it is shared :)

I got my first salary today. Precious!!! Actually at moments like these, it’s not the money which is precious. It’s the pure, immense joy and satisfaction that comes with it, that’s precious!!! I had my eyes wet while coming back from the office today. I talked to my biggest inspiration, my Dad!!! Talked to my uncles and aunts… I can not even begin to express the joy they felt… and the deepest satisfaction that I got. Overwhelming! As I mentioned, the  monetary amount is no concern, It’s the purest feeling of starting with a new career, starting professional life, getting rewards of what you’ve strived for 4 years, being financially independent(or atleast the start of it). This may not be the career I’m meant to be in… This is possibly not the ultimate goal of my life. So it’s not really the joy of getting settled in the career in that sense.  It’s not like it’s the greatest accomplishment of Life. It’s just the feeling of a small little achievement that marks the start of a new phase of life… The feeling of joining the workaholic class, which is the support-system of the family, of the nation. The feeling of being a responsible human being henceforth.
Before I came home, I bought some sweets and distributed them to some beggars near a temple. I was lucky this day that I got to share my joy, my first earning with 2 very special people, my grandparents. They came from my native place a few days back. I can not thank them enough for their blessings, the moral values that they taught me.  My jiju told me to share my first earning with my family. I agree, it’s their right in every sense. It’s because of them that we all are so very capable. I was in tears again when I was offerring a small token to my grandparents. They din’t accept it though, asking me to spend the money myself. And ofcourse, I could meet a few of my best buddies too 🙂
To my fellow readers, if you’re yet to witness this joy, I wish that happens sooner. I wish you could resonate with my feelings sooner. Please don’t feel left out by this post. To all those who’re currently witnessing this joy, I urge you to share your joy with your family. Aaj unka haq banta hain. To all those who’ve already been through this, I would like you to share your experience 🙂
Take care you all…

The Last Leg

Wanted to capture this moment in words and digitally… I am not really hit by the huge tide of those emotions of “end of an era”, probably ‘coz I’m too occupied with the IT-farewell planning and a ghostly subject like SOM, which kick-starts (and kicks my ass) the last leg of engineering, the final exams tomorrow. Or it’s also because I have had enough of those nostalgic feelings and posts. I’m almost saturated.

I dunno what is this meant to be?, how is this feeling supposed to be? The feeling hasn’t really sunk in yet. I don’t feel like I’m grown up to be called an engineer. There’s so much for me to learn. I don’t feel like ending the engineering studying stupid subjects(Blame the BE syllabus). I think I have long miles to go. Engineering suddenly looks like a casual affair, like a quick ride. I just don’t want to stuff this post with the descriptions of how engineering was to me. Then too, I wanna record this moment. Who knows, I may want to cherish this moment again(virtually, if not live)! And somehow, this post will come to me as a completely different one and maybe make me cry! Although I’m not yet sentimental (which is weird!) about this whole thing, I can just think of those last 10 mins. of my last paper. Will I be in any mental state to write anything then? Plus after my exams, I have a lot to catch up with; which means not having to meet my regular friends for a while. The office joining follows quickly. And it eradicates the hope of meeting my friends on the 1st day of new semester, as it used to be. Will I be perfectly okay with the fact that there’s no more this “1st day of semester” left in my life? At the start of every semester there was this one thing I always used to look forward to: An Art Circle Meeting. That phase’s gone and I’ve to come to terms to it. I won’t feel like I will be owning the college campus anymore, like I do now. Currently, it’s my place. I’ll be a visitor tomorrow. And the time difference isn’t even big enough to let me live it off. Goosebumps! I wish I could portray my feelings well. I’m ruining this post. I should stop.

Nothing Else Matters!

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
 

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters
 

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
 

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
 

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
 

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
 

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters
 

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
 

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
 

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

 

For all those who know (and worship, therefore) or do not know, this a chartbuster track from Metallica. While I’m not much into metal, this song simply takes my breath away and mesmerizes me like anything. They call “Metallica” Gods… I don’t need to ask why, if they can boast of such heavenly compositions. I can resonate so much with the feelings expressed in the song. WOW! This is what I am, this is what I’ve done in my past four years, this is what I would call an “anthem” (As Manan puts it) for my beloved art circle. Metallica, take a bow! \m/.
 

Please give a listen to this song, if you haven’t! If you’ve missed it, it’s like missing living in the era when the God of Cricket played (and still playing), like missing the monsoons of Mumbai, like missing your Birthday Cake, like missing so much!

Here’s the link to the song, it’s S & M version, the best by Metallica. Courtesy: Manan
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAsA00-5KoI

Happy Mother’s Day

“अरे प्रतीक, उठ जरा! जा, जाऊन भाजी आण!”

“ए झोपू दे न ग आई! काल उशीर झाला झोपायला…” (मी आपला रात्री gtalk  आणि facebook वर ‘busy ‘ असल्यामुळे साहजिक च सकाळी उशिरा उठणार)
माझी किरकिर सुरु च होती. नव्हतं जायचं मला!

“अरे उठ ना रे! मी काय रोज जायला सांगते का तुला?”

“मी रोज गेलो पण नसतो” मी ठामपणे सांगितले. असली कामं नाही जमत मला. कशाला सांगत असतेस? मी मनातच बोललो.

“अरे म्हणूनच! आज चे दिवस तरी जा”

“बंर! ठीके! काय काय आणायचंय?” मी चिडचिड करत उठलो.

“ही घे list. नीट बघून आण भाज्या. खालच्या stalls वर चांगल्या मिळतात भाज्या”

झोपेचं खोबरं झालं म्हणून स्वतःशीच चीडचीड करत मी जवळ च्या Reliance Store मध्ये गेलो. Stallsच काही बुवा आपल्याला कळत नाही, तिथे आई करते तशी bargaining काही आपल्याला जमत नाही, ह्या विचाराने मी Reliance वर “Rely ” करायचे ठरवले. तिथे खूप भाज्या होत्या. List बघितली. भाज्या निवडताना कुठली चांगली कुठली खराब हे कळतच नव्हतं. “वास घ्यावा का?” मी मनाशीच म्हटलं. तेवढ्यात एक काका आले. माझ्यासमोरच्या भाजी च्या टोपल्यातील भाजी पटापट निवडून पुढे गेले. मला काही कळलंच नाही. “ह्यांनी काय बघून भाजी निवडली?”. आई ची आठवण आली. “आई ला बरं कळतं भाज्यांचं. आपलं कधी डोकं चालणार? कि मला अनुभव नसल्यामुळे “confusion” होतंय? जाऊ दे! जास्त डोकं नको लावायला” असा विचार करीत मग मी पटपट भाजी घेतली. एखाद्या भाजी समोर म्हणजे कोबी दिसली तेव्हा उगाच कोबी हातात धरून तिचे चौफेर निरीक्षण करून “ही दिसायला तर shape मध्ये uniform दिसते आणि रंग पण कसा हिरवागार आहे!” असे निरीक्षण लावून मी “मला पण कळतं. मी जिंकलोय”  ह्या आविर्भावात भाजी घेतली आणि घरी गेलो.

दुपारी जेवणात कोबी होती. खूप चरबट लागली. चव जरा वेगळीच होती. मी आई कडे त्याची complaint सुरु केली. आई, “थांब भाजी जरा ठीक करून देते” म्हणाली. तेवढ्यात मला सकाळी भाजी आणल्यानंतर आई ने केलेली तक्रार आठवली. “भाजी fresh बघून का नाही आणली? कोबी निव्वळ कच्ची आहे.” पुढच्या terms मला काही कळाल्या नाहीत. “मग असली कामं मला सांगत नको जाऊ” असे मी तिला निक्षून सांगत पुढचे conversation ignore केले. ह्या सगळ्यांचा विचार करत असताना आईने परत शिजवलेली भाजी समोर ठेवली. मला स्वतःचीच लाज वाटली. मीच भाजी आणली होती आणि मीच आता complaint करतोय.  मला कळायला हवं. आई सोबत चारदा जाऊन भाजी आणली तर च कळेल, कसं असतं ते? भाज्यांचंच काय? कुठून श्रीरामपूरचेच पापड मागव. नाशिककडचाच भात आण. अमुक ठिकाणचेच तमुक मागव and so on! अशी सगळी धडपड सुरु च असते तिची. बायकांची कामं mindless असतात असा बर्याच पुरुषांचा (गैर)समज आहे. पण आज भाजी आणल्यावर मला कळालं कि आमच्या “so called ” brain ला योग्य “खुराक” पोचवण्यासाठी बनवलेल्या जेवणासाठी पण किती विचार करावा लागतो! रोज चा मेनू विचारपूर्वक वेगळा ठेवणे. अमुक गोष्टी सोबत तमुक खाल्ल्यास ते बाधते ह्याचे लक्ष ठेवणे. परीक्षेच्या वेळी, गरमागरम पण सुस्ती न आणणारे पौष्टिक जेवण घालणे, हे सगळं आईलाच कसं भारी कळत. घरातली प्रत्येक वस्तू, खायची, वापरायची, आई किती काळजीने आणि विचारपूर्वक आणते. मला complaint करायला सोपं आहे कि “हा कप च हिडीस आहे. आज जेवण च नाही आवडलं. घरात घाण च किती.” complaints काही थांबत नाहीत. पण शेवटी आई आमच्याच सोयी साठी तर झटते.  धन्य आहे स्त्री जात. कमाल आहे आई ची. मी आई ला मनातल्या मनात “sorry” म्हटलं आणि खूप धन्यवाद दिले.

Oh , BTW , Happy Mother ‘s Day …!!! Respect your Mother and care for her. We have no idea how much she cares for us, in small and little ways!

Boondein…

Life at 1.45 am, Place: My Bedroom, State of mind: Stateless…
Life is found to be at perfect bliss! Finished watching my favourite shot from movie ‘Wake Up Sid!’. It’s the climax scene where in Ranbir realises his love for Konkona while reading her dream article in Ranbir’s dream magazine when Mumbai’s aah-so-beautiful first rain descends. They both meet at Nariman Point – one place I would always want to be at, to experience the rains! Cudos to the director! He’s captured the rain so beautifully! And to make the scene even more lovely, you have 2 wonderful, fresh n full-of-life actors, Konkona and Ranbir. Adorable! Okay, back to me n my room! There’s amazing weather outside. The Nature God dawned upon us today. Very soothing and surreal breeze was flowing in the evening taking away the scorching heat. A perfect time to hang around with close friends. Not just hang around! Roam around!!! Where do we find ourselves? Khadakwasla. Crowded place. (We later realized it was a Sunday :)). Nonetheless, it din’t stop us from having our share of fun. Rain started pouring in. My very first experience to be so much near the water and  be blessed by the divinity of Rain-God! Could I ask for more?
Kaash hum har lamha dil me kaid rakh paate? Kyaa Kare… Dil toh baccha hain jee…!

On a different note, why look for joy elsewhere and be sad for not finding it, when it is “showered” upon you in small and little ways?

and now I switch back to the super-awesssome track of the movie,

“Jo Barse Sapne Boon-Boond, Naino ko Moond-Moond
Kaise Main Chalu? Dekh Na Saku! Anjaane Raaste…….”


Photo-courtesy: Anuj Kolekar.
PS: I recommend everyone watching the movie Wake Up Sid! – a very coming-of-age film. Not the typical one!

PPS: I just realised, I’ve finished one year of blogging. Anniversary! Reasons to celebrate. YAY! I’ll do the year-roundup soon 🙂

दिल आज शायर हैं!

My poetic venture after a long long time… Hence special to me 🙂
ये मेरी धडकनों का शोर हैं?
        या तुमने चुपकेसे कुछ कहा हैं?

ये मेरी चाहतों की हैं खुशबु?
        या तुम्हारे आने से आँगन महका हैं?

ये मेरे इश्क की आंधी हैं?
        या तुम्हारे एहसास से मौसम बहका हैं?

क्या जानू? कैसा जहां लुट गया हैं?
        और मेरे दिल का क्या हाल हैं?

अब तो साँसे भी चलती नहीं
        बिना तुम्हारी आहटों की इज़ाज़त पाके

दिल भी क्यूँ बहलता नही?
        बिना तुम्हारी निगाहोंसे निगेबान होके

सब कुछ कितना अधुरासा धुंधलासा खोया खोया

सारा समा जैसे करवटे बदलता, न जागा न सोया

तुम शह्जादी सी, ख्वाबों के आशियाने से उतरके हकीकत में आई
कोई नीलमपरी अप्सरा सी मेरी सारी दुनिया पर छा गई

अब ऐसा आलम पाया हैं…
        की मेरी हस्ती मिट गयी
        और मेरा न मुझ में कुछ रहा

बस अब तुम्हारा साया हैं
        तुम्हारी धुप से ही ज़िन्दगी निखरी हैं
        और सोनेको हैं तुम्हारी ही छाया

तुम्हारे आने से ज़िंदगी का मायना बदल गया हैं
और ये आवारा प्रतीक फिर आज शायर बना हैं…

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