वा रे जिंदगी

अच्छा खासा सो रहा था पता नहीं कहाँ से एक ब़डा ही विचित्र सपना प्रत्यक्ष आ खडा हुआ है ,भयभीत हो उठा हूँ,मन बेचैन सा हो गया है । आज सपने में दादी से जीने की वजह पूछ डाली,जो कतेही नहीं पूछनी चाहीए थी। दादी के पास इस प्रश्न का उत्तर बना बनाया प़डा था,बस इंतजार था  तो मेरे जैसे किसी जिघासा पूर्ण व्यक्ति के पूछने का, उत्तर था मरने के लिए ।एक बार के लिए  तो लगा दादी ऐसे ही हँसी दिल लगी कर रही है मुझसे ,पर नहीँ ,मुख्य बात यह थी कि वह बोली में लाख कोशिश करने के बावजूद उसमें छिपी उस मार्मिकता को छिपाने मे असक्षम रही जिसे जानने के लिए मैं बडा व्याकुल था। दादी 80 साल की है,जिंदगी की बडी अच्छी समझ लिए थी। फिर मैने दादी को विस्तार से समझाने को कहा ,मेरी यह जानने की तीव्र इच्छा थी कि दादी ने अपनी जिने की वजह मरना है इसलिए क्यों कहा ।

                                 व्यक्ति जन्म लेता है,तो मैं बीच में जट से बोल पडा. हां वो तो मैने भी लिया है। दादी मुझे फटकार कर आगे बडी, व्यक्ति जिंदगी  के हर पडाव पर एक लक्ष्य निधार्रित करता है,उसे पाने के लिए वह काम करता है,काम करता है तो उसका समय कटता है,इसलिए बिना लक्ष्य बाधें समय काटना मेरी समझ के बाहर है।और यहीं से शुरू होती होती है  जिंदगी की स्पर्धा ,समय के साथ साथ रुचियाँ बदलती है, नये नये लक्ष्य  जुडते चले जाते है , और जो व्यक्ति यह करने में नाकाम रहता है,वह आत्मदाह कर लेता है,कयोँ कि वह जिंदगी जीने की वजह ढुढने मे नाकाम रहता है। इसी दौरान ससांरिक कष्ट,वेदना ,शारीरिक पीडा जैसी विपदाएं भी समक्ष आ खडी होती चली जाती है,लेकिन इन सब से ऊपर उठकर जो जिना सिख लेता है ,वही सही मान्य़ में जीवन के रस पाने योग्य है,इसे ही जिना कहते है । जिंदगी की वास्तविकता बताने के दौरान दादी ने बडी ही अनोखी विचारधारा मेरे प्रत्यक्ष ला पटकी। व्यक्ति जिस सुख के पीछे भागता है दरअसल वह दुख के अभाव के बिना संभव नहीं।स्थायी जिंदगी नहीं जी जा सकती। दुख के आभास के बिना सुख का आभास नहीं किया जा सकता । दुख है तो उससे निकलने की एक वजह जिंदगी जिने की वजह बन जाती है और इसलिए खुदा ने दुख-सुख दोनो को साथ संजोया है। मिठा फल कडवे फल से अच्छा लगता है पर क्यों,क्यों कि वह कडवा नहीं है।बिना कडवे की पहचान के बिना फल मीठा कैसे हो सकता है।दादी के इस उदाहरण ने मुझे बडी सहजता से दुख-सुख दोनो की आवश्यकता  का बोध करा दिया। किंतु अभी भी मैं किसी निष्कर्ष पर नहीं पहुँच पाया और नहीं जान पाया कि दादी ने अपने जीने की वजह मरना है क्यों बताया। य़ह सब जानने के बाद मेरी व्याकुलता  और तीव्र हो उठी,और दादी के प्रत्यक्ष यही सवाल ला पटका।

                                   दादी स्तब्ध रह गई मानों वह उस सवाल का जवाब अपने अंदर ही रखना चाहती थी।उसकी आवाज. कपकपाने लगी,मार्मिकता का स्थर भी ऊपर उठ गया। अपनी दादी की आवाज. में एक डर साफ दिखाई पड रहा था मुझे।  हिम्मत करके वह बोल पडी,क्यों की मेरे पास अब कोई लक्ष्य नहीं है निश्चय करने को।य़ह कहके दादी रो पडी,मैं सब कुछ समझ गया कि आखिर कार दादी के अंतर मन में चल क्या रहा है।वह अंदर ही अंदर गुट रही थी।शरीर से तो टुट ही गई वो पर अब शायद वह अपनी मानसिकता को उस और ले जा रही थी जिसका मुझे बचपन से डर लगता है। दादी रोते रोते बोली ‘’अब मुझे जाना है,यही मेरा लक्ष्य है’’।अपनों से बिछडने का डर उसकी आँखो और बातों में साफ झलक रहा था।दादी के यह शब्द मुझे अंदर से काट रहे थे जैसे-‘’चली जाऊँगी एक दिन बिना कुछ बताए हुए’’।अब मुझे समझ आ गय़ा कि दादी कहना क्या चाहती है। जिंदगी का आखिरी पडाव वह होता है जब  जिंदगी में स्थिरता आती है,कुछ करने को कुछ सोचने को कुछ नहीं होता ,उसी को वृद्धावस्था  कहते है।और जैसा की दादी कहती है स्थिरता मतलब अब कोई लक्ष्य नही रहा ,क्यों कि उसे करने की नाही तो शारीरिक ताकत रहती है ना ही मानसिक उर्जा ।

इन शब्दों की बहुत गहराई से समीक्षा कर रहा हूँ , पुरी तरह निष्कर्ष तो नही निकाल पाया हूँ ,पर हाँ दादी की ये बातें कहीं जगह सटीक बैठती पाई है मैने।   दादी यह सब बताने के बाद सो गई और मैं भी एक गहरी सोच लिए वहाँ से चल पडा।

                                    

                                                                                      

                                                                                                वा रे जिंदगी

अच्छा खासा सो रहा था पता नहीं कहाँ से एक ब़डा ही विचित्र सपना प्रत्यक्ष आ खडा हुआ है ,भयभीत हो उठा हूँ,मन बेचैन सा हो गया है । आज सपने में दादी से जीने की वजह पूछ डाली,जो कतेही नहीं पूछनी चाहीए थी। दादी के पास इस प्रश्न का उत्तर बना बनाया प़डा था,बस इंतजार था  तो मेरे जैसे किसी जिघासा पूर्ण व्यक्ति के पूछने का, उत्तर था मरने के लिए ।एक बार के लिए  तो लगा दादी ऐसे ही हँसी दिल लगी कर रही है मुझसे ,पर नहीँ ,मुख्य बात यह थी कि वह बोली में लाख कोशिश करने के बावजूद उसमें छिपी उस मार्मिकता को छिपाने मे असक्षम रही जिसे जानने के लिए मैं बडा व्याकुल था। दादी 80 साल की है,जिंदगी की बडी अच्छी समझ लिए थी। फिर मैने दादी को विस्तार से समझाने को कहा ,मेरी यह जानने की तीव्र इच्छा थी कि दादी ने अपनी जिने की वजह मरना है इसलिए क्यों कहा ।

                                 व्यक्ति जन्म लेता है,तो मैं बीच में जट से बोल पडा. हां वो तो मैने भी लिया है। दादी मुझे फटकार कर आगे बडी, व्यक्ति जिंदगी  के हर पडाव पर एक लक्ष्य निधार्रित करता है,उसे पाने के लिए वह काम करता है,काम करता है तो उसका समय कटता है,इसलिए बिना लक्ष्य बाधें समय काटना मेरी समझ के बाहर है।और यहीं से शुरू होती होती है  जिंदगी की स्पर्धा ,समय के साथ साथ रुचियाँ बदलती है, नये नये लक्ष्य  जुडते चले जाते है , और जो व्यक्ति यह करने में नाकाम रहता है,वह आत्मदाह कर लेता है,कयोँ कि वह जिंदगी जीने की वजह ढुढने मे नाकाम रहता है। इसी दौरान ससांरिक कष्ट,वेदना ,शारीरिक पीडा जैसी विपदाएं भी समक्ष आ खडी होती चली जाती है,लेकिन इन सब से ऊपर उठकर जो जिना सिख लेता है ,वही सही मान्य़ में जीवन के रस पाने योग्य है,इसे ही जिना कहते है । जिंदगी की वास्तविकता बताने के दौरान दादी ने बडी ही अनोखी विचारधारा मेरे प्रत्यक्ष ला पटकी। व्यक्ति जिस सुख के पीछे भागता है दरअसल वह दुख के अभाव के बिना संभव नहीं।स्थायी जिंदगी नहीं जी जा सकती। दुख के आभास के बिना सुख का आभास नहीं किया जा सकता । दुख है तो उससे निकलने की एक वजह जिंदगी जिने की वजह बन जाती है और इसलिए खुदा ने दुख-सुख दोनो को साथ संजोया है। मिठा फल कडवे फल से अच्छा लगता है पर क्यों,क्यों कि वह कडवा नहीं है।बिना कडवे की पहचान के बिना फल मीठा कैसे हो सकता है।दादी के इस उदाहरण ने मुझे बडी सहजता से दुख-सुख दोनो की आवश्यकता  का बोध करा दिया। किंतु अभी भी मैं किसी निष्कर्ष पर नहीं पहुँच पाया और नहीं जान पाया कि दादी ने अपने जीने की वजह मरना है क्यों बताया। य़ह सब जानने के बाद मेरी व्याकुलता  और तीव्र हो उठी,और दादी के प्रत्यक्ष यही सवाल ला पटका।

                                   दादी स्तब्ध रह गई मानों वह उस सवाल का जवाब अपने अंदर ही रखना चाहती थी।उसकी आवाज. कपकपाने लगी,मार्मिकता का स्थर भी ऊपर उठ गया। अपनी दादी की आवाज. में एक डर साफ दिखाई पड रहा था मुझे।  हिम्मत करके वह बोल पडी,क्यों की मेरे पास अब कोई लक्ष्य नहीं है निश्चय करने को।य़ह कहके दादी रो पडी,मैं सब कुछ समझ गया कि आखिर कार दादी के अंतर मन में चल क्या रहा है।वह अंदर ही अंदर गुट रही थी।शरीर से तो टुट ही गई वो पर अब शायद वह अपनी मानसिकता को उस और ले जा रही थी जिसका मुझे बचपन से डर लगता है। दादी रोते रोते बोली ‘’अब मुझे जाना है,यही मेरा लक्ष्य है’’।अपनों से बिछडने का डर उसकी आँखो और बातों में साफ झलक रहा था।दादी के यह शब्द मुझे अंदर से काट रहे थे जैसे-‘’चली जाऊँगी एक दिन बिना कुछ बताए हुए’’।अब मुझे समझ आ गय़ा कि दादी कहना क्या चाहती है। जिंदगी का आखिरी पडाव वह होता है जब  जिंदगी में स्थिरता आती है,कुछ करने को कुछ सोचने को कुछ नहीं होता ,उसी को वृद्धावस्था  कहते है।और जैसा की दादी कहती है स्थिरता मतलब अब कोई लक्ष्य नही रहा ,क्यों कि उसे करने की नाही तो शारीरिक ताकत रहती है ना ही मानसिक उर्जा ।

इन शब्दों की बहुत गहराई से समीक्षा कर रहा हूँ , पुरी तरह निष्कर्ष तो नही निकाल पाया हूँ ,पर हाँ दादी की ये बातें कहीं जगह सटीक बैठती पाई है मैने।   दादी यह सब बताने के बाद सो गई और मैं भी एक गहरी सोच लिए वहाँ से चल पडा।

                                    

Answer to a common question.

I wish to share this weird dream with you,
A dream that not many can dream apart from a few!
I wanted to meet god over a cup of tea,
I wanted to find the meaning of life and its key…

So I took up my cell phone and dropped an sms,
He replied instantly and called me to his palace.
I am a shy person you know; I entered reluctantly,
“Wassup” said God showing gestures of modesty, instantly.

I had tea and now it was time for some questions,
I was eagerly waiting for his reactions.
“If you give me life, why do you bring me death?”
Life seems to be a gift that eventually becomes a surprise, sad.
“I exist but that is not till eternity.
I am happy but that is not till eternity.
Why exist if it is only temporary?
Why be happy if it is only temporary?

If humanity is the most prominent religion,
Why snatch away human relationships creating emotional friction?
I sometimes think life is no more than some illusion,
Life and death, happiness and misery… It’s always this confusion!

I love some people, I will lose them.
How to value life? When I lose them.
I want them, but I lose them.
I’m happy, if I have them.

I have no power; I am going to die,
Why live when I am going to die?
How should I live when I am going to die?
How to be alive when I am going to die?”

God was a patient listener all throughout this session,
But now it was time for his intervention.
He had to begin from the basics of life and death,
“Listen to me carefully now’, he said.

“Physical death is definitely the ultimate reality of life, truth it is,
And no one can escape corporal death, fact it is.
But there is definitely some twist in the tale,
Without knowing which, in the examination of life, you might fail.

In life, do not miss out to select the profession of your interest,
Only then would you be able to enjoy it to its best.
Make sure you put in infinite amount of love in your work,
That passion must reflect in the quality of your work.

When you attach a cause to your life, you become immortal,
Your work lives through ages though physically you are mortal.
You always live in the hearts of many; the purest form of victory,
I have created many men who did it this way; haven’t you studied history?

Break free from the shackles of dependency on the result; get over it,
It is simple, put in love and derive happiness from it; sleep over it
Your work becomes the cause behind your life before you realize,
Your life is incomplete without it, with time you recognize.
It becomes the reason for your existence and you were born to do it,
Breathe your passion, sleep it, eat it, talk it, be it and live it!

You have all the power, you will remain forever,
Live to fulfill the reason for your being, to remain forever.
This is all that I wanted to share with you, you see,
Wanna have a drink together or will you have some more tea?

I left his palace with a lot of admiration for his creation,
God has got brains! He taught me to live my passion.
From his palace I entered my sleep which was now disturbed in the dream’s presence,
So I woke up to give words to this weird dream; this poem after all is the cause behind my existence!

Answer to a common question.

I wish to share this weird dream with you,
A dream that not many can dream apart from a few!
I wanted to meet god over a cup of tea,
I wanted to find the meaning of life and its key…

So I took up my cell phone and dropped an sms,
He replied instantly and called me to his palace.
I am a shy person you know; I entered reluctantly,
“Wassup” said God showing gestures of modesty, instantly.

I had tea and now it was time for some questions,
I was eagerly waiting for his reactions.
“If you give me life, why do you bring me death?”
Life seems to be a gift that eventually becomes a surprise, sad.
“I exist but that is not till eternity.
I am happy but that is not till eternity.
Why exist if it is only temporary?
Why be happy if it is only temporary?

If humanity is the most prominent religion,
Why snatch away human relationships creating emotional friction?
I sometimes think life is no more than some illusion,
Life and death, happiness and misery… It’s always this confusion!

I love some people, I will lose them.
How to value life? When I lose them.
I want them, but I lose them.
I’m happy, if I have them.

I have no power; I am going to die,
Why live when I am going to die?
How should I live when I am going to die?
How to be alive when I am going to die?”

God was a patient listener all throughout this session,
But now it was time for his intervention.
He had to begin from the basics of life and death,
“Listen to me carefully now’, he said.

“Physical death is definitely the ultimate reality of life, truth it is,
And no one can escape corporal death, fact it is.
But there is definitely some twist in the tale,
Without knowing which, in the examination of life, you might fail.

In life, do not miss out to select the profession of your interest,
Only then would you be able to enjoy it to its best.
Make sure you put in infinite amount of love in your work,
That passion must reflect in the quality of your work.

When you attach a cause to your life, you become immortal,
Your work lives through ages though physically you are mortal.
You always live in the hearts of many; the purest form of victory,
I have created many men who did it this way; haven’t you studied history?

Break free from the shackles of dependency on the result; get over it,
It is simple, put in love and derive happiness from it; sleep over it
Your work becomes the cause behind your life before you realize,
Your life is incomplete without it, with time you recognize.
It becomes the reason for your existence and you were born to do it,
Breathe your passion, sleep it, eat it, talk it, be it and live it!

You have all the power, you will remain forever,
Live to fulfill the reason for your being, to remain forever.
This is all that I wanted to share with you, you see,
Wanna have a drink together or will you have some more tea?

I left his palace with a lot of admiration for his creation,
God has got brains! He taught me to live my passion.
From his palace I entered my sleep which was now disturbed in the dream’s presence,
So I woke up to give words to this weird dream; this poem after all is the cause behind my existence!

                                                                     

                                                                    A girl at Age of 6

She was a girl of age 6 ,age where girls usually have  their  own world where they  have a basket of dreams and imaginations .They are the  princess of  castles  having rosy red roses in  lawns  to stare, races  and admire their  beauties. This happens to every girl despite of rich or  poor,  black or white but the girl I met is uncommon ,farthest of all dreams and virtual perspectives  which a common girl  does. Suppressing or rather denying her own choices ,she is helping her father at age of 6 ,just at a age of 6 where being a boy i could never think of, doing is far to apply. She is a  girl with short baby cut hair mounted over her  fair glow  face  serving food at one restaurant .I was  screamed  as I saw her serving food  to  some gentlemen  .It was a Jain restaurant  where people usually take their meal  after getting  their work off  before sun sets. later i gotta know that she was helping her  physically challenged father voluntarily ,with full heart and joy .Offering food to each and every gentleman  eating there  ,describing the menu  from salad to end meal  and in between the segregation of same type of items  seems as she has been doing this from a quite long time. Her father doesn't own the restaurant ,he has been a cashier  there .As it was a small restaurant where  along with  cashing he has to deal with customer  ,their satisfaction  and service of demand .Being physically challenged he could not take frequent move as he has to crawl  down the floor to reach each and every customer. She goes to every customer, while the time she came to a table beside my friend   where she  has been called by a gentleman .

Girl -yes uncle, do yu need anything??(she asked politely)

Gentleman - no beta ,i am done .

I have something for yu.

He put his hand inside the pocket, take out his wallet and offered some money to her .

Girl- No uncle, my father told me to not take anything from anyone.(she requested and refused with her own kindness.)

Gentleman -No beta, it’s yur gift or blessings. (He urged)

He reiterates but girl keep on refusing .Later he asked to call her father.

They both went to cashier window.

Gentleman - I want to give her something ,right now i am having only money ,she can buy what she wants from that ,i request yu to please allow her to take .

Father- No, it's fine. (He adulates)

Her father didn’t like that someone offers money to her daughter.

Gentleman again made a humble request.

Gentleman -I am doing this just because she is doing a great job ,not just impressed by her serving the food or  for sake of sympathy  but for  being a daughter and voluntarily helping yu  ,is something that aroused me  .

Later he allowed her daughter to take.

Just at age of 6 ,she is a girl who is helping her father ,I don't think her father would have ever thought  perhaps he could be blessed  by fate for having a son .People appraises him for having a daughter, soft hearten ,  deluge of caring  and inspiring of being  non self seeking person,  far better than a boy. Her father was cursed by fate but blessed by a daughter like her. This is something that can be medicinal to the ill minded people who prefers son over a daughter.

Women are   more submissive, courteous, polite and have  a big heart and  care , about others  than they actually should. They are beautifully complicated and terrifyingly simple in a world that has no idea how to love them, respect them, praise them.

Her  courtesy for people, assistance for her father, imprinted in my friend’s mind. After having meal ,he came out with the gentleman and requested to ask her favorite fruits, and as per her liking he brought oranges and gave to the pretty girl .She happily accepted and went inside the restaurant.

                                                                     

                                                                    A girl at Age of 6

She was a girl of age 6 ,age where girls usually have  their  own world where they  have a basket of dreams and imaginations .They are the  princess of  castles  having rosy red roses in  lawns  to stare, races  and admire their  beauties. This happens to every girl despite of rich or  poor,  black or white but the girl I met is uncommon ,farthest of all dreams and virtual perspectives  which a common girl  does. Suppressing or rather denying her own choices ,she is helping her father at age of 6 ,just at a age of 6 where being a boy i could never think of, doing is far to apply. She is a  girl with short baby cut hair mounted over her  fair glow  face  serving food at one restaurant .I was  screamed  as I saw her serving food  to  some gentlemen  .It was a Jain restaurant  where people usually take their meal  after getting  their work off  before sun sets. later i gotta know that she was helping her  physically challenged father voluntarily ,with full heart and joy .Offering food to each and every gentleman  eating there  ,describing the menu  from salad to end meal  and in between the segregation of same type of items  seems as she has been doing this from a quite long time. Her father doesn't own the restaurant ,he has been a cashier  there .As it was a small restaurant where  along with  cashing he has to deal with customer  ,their satisfaction  and service of demand .Being physically challenged he could not take frequent move as he has to crawl  down the floor to reach each and every customer. She goes to every customer, while the time she came to a table beside my friend   where she  has been called by a gentleman .

Girl -yes uncle, do yu need anything??(she asked politely)

Gentleman - no beta ,i am done .

I have something for yu.

He put his hand inside the pocket, take out his wallet and offered some money to her .

Girl- No uncle, my father told me to not take anything from anyone.(she requested and refused with her own kindness.)

Gentleman -No beta, it’s yur gift or blessings. (He urged)

He reiterates but girl keep on refusing .Later he asked to call her father.

They both went to cashier window.

Gentleman - I want to give her something ,right now i am having only money ,she can buy what she wants from that ,i request yu to please allow her to take .

Father- No, it's fine. (He adulates)

Her father didn’t like that someone offers money to her daughter.

Gentleman again made a humble request.

Gentleman -I am doing this just because she is doing a great job ,not just impressed by her serving the food or  for sake of sympathy  but for  being a daughter and voluntarily helping yu  ,is something that aroused me  .

Later he allowed her daughter to take.

Just at age of 6 ,she is a girl who is helping her father ,I don't think her father would have ever thought  perhaps he could be blessed  by fate for having a son .People appraises him for having a daughter, soft hearten ,  deluge of caring  and inspiring of being  non self seeking person,  far better than a boy. Her father was cursed by fate but blessed by a daughter like her. This is something that can be medicinal to the ill minded people who prefers son over a daughter.

Women are   more submissive, courteous, polite and have  a big heart and  care , about others  than they actually should. They are beautifully complicated and terrifyingly simple in a world that has no idea how to love them, respect them, praise them.

Her  courtesy for people, assistance for her father, imprinted in my friend’s mind. After having meal ,he came out with the gentleman and requested to ask her favorite fruits, and as per her liking he brought oranges and gave to the pretty girl .She happily accepted and went inside the restaurant.

                                                  
                                                          Old man with his radio

                                                                  Lake site kankria .


Well summer reached ,people love to pass their time ,at the shore of the sea ,bank of the river or at the lake site .Being old ,he could not go to goa to lay down on  beach and put his radio on with romatic melodies of  his time .He  can't search for river banks as they are mostly occupied by  young couples and he couldn't  interrupt them  .At  the best  he can approach to near by lake ,where  he can cheers  himself with   old music of the time.
He was an old man had a fringe of white hair around his balding ,formally dressed  with clean shaved  sitting on a bench with  a dull posture,  denying  the  posterior support  ,  facing the dawning   of sun  with lake in front and passenger train at the back .i was sitting right in the front of him as i always get confused  whenever i visit public place ,i mean where to go ,how to go so at last i used to decide to just sit and enjoy.Sound with troughs  and crest in the frequency striking after a regular interval of time  ,first it was assumed as public park usually plays  this type of music but later  i noticed the old man adjusting the frequency  with the consistency to foreplay.His radio sound seems to be at the level of 80 db ,to it's maximum ,sounding like he is interested to play for all .Screening sound from his   radio on the lake site  ,buzzing   of whistle of passenger carrier adding a perfect effect  on the early night  with twinkling stars in the    fade moon light  .The kind of combination he set to the flowing waves with  low breeze at lake site adding a adorable scene with sound to the play.I haven't seen such kind of fantastic mood and fascinating moment created by a old man just by adjusting music and pinching it to the best level to the surrounding.
People love to enjoy their time in the way they themselves want it to  be enjoyed .They doesn't care what do yu feel or what do i feel about them .  Old man with his  radio ,playing old melodies in public place could be a sign  of free leaving ,no one can  dictate neither his daughter in law resists. No grandchildren to stop. He could feel his own presence in the world ,he imazined,far from the people in between the people. Remembering his old time ,his friends

People love to spend their time with their own friends .Time changes but the thing which always brings happiness with a sarcastic smile are the moments spent together with our old friends .Old music  bridges a person to those memorable moments which couldn't be bring back but can be  virtually seen ,heard and felt. We love old music ,old houses ,crafts ,idols and foremost the history of our own creativity ,activities which are incorporated by our friends .People supress their choice ,try to be obedient as per todays  sophisticated culture  but however it erupts  like the old man does at the lake site.