अनामिका ......

Passion...

'' मैंने ज़मीन पर अपने पांव मजबूती से टिका रखे हैं। मानव इतिहास ने मुझे खुशी और आंसू, साहस और कायरता, अच्छा और बुरा , जीवन के सब रंगों वाले दौर दिखाए हैं, लेकिन मैं ज़िंदा रहा, मैं ज़िंदा रहूंगा। ''

Worshipping the Sun

I am proud of Biharis, who for thousands of years, have exhibited and demonstrated their intelligence by showing a sense of Respect to the Sun by conducting Chhath Vrat and worshipping the Sun twice in a year. There are not many cultural Units in this country or even outside who do such a sensible work of paying back for the Obligation. Pl. note that though it looks like a Hindu Vrat it is not truly that because it does not need Brahmins to conduct the programme nor it has Karmakand to follow and to my information some Muslim families also do this in Bihar. Hats off to Biharis for this great sense for time immemorial.

SCISSORS DOWN THE FOOT, NEEDLE TO THE BOSOM

SCISSORS DOWN THE FOOT, NEEDLE TO THE BOSOM read an article by the famous Tamil writer- speaker, Mr Suki Sivam. It ran like this.“ I once went abroad and on return, gifted a swiss scissor to my tailor who had requested it. Sometime later I visited him. I was upset that the expensive scissor I had presented to him was lying carelessly on the floor near his feet. I asked him why he was so careless about expensive articles. The tailor took time, and answered “ Sir, please pardon me if it hurt you. But I have to tell you this. In my shop I always keep the scissor on the floor, whatever be its cost” and before I could protest, he continued, “ Sir, look here ! ” he pointed out to his upper shirt pocket. On the pocket, a needle was neatly pinned. He said, “ do you know why I keep an in expensive needle on my bosom?” “Sir” he continued, “I give the needle respect because it joins (cloths). I threw down the scissor because it always separates and cuts”

मैं आमंत्रित करता हूं उनको जो मुझको बेटा कहते हैं,
पोता या परपोता कहते हैं,
चाचा या तईयों को भी,
जो कूछ मैंने किया उसे वे जांचे परखे-


उसको मैंने शब्दों में रख दिया सामने-
क्या मैंने आपने बुजुर्गवारों के वारिस नुफ्ते को
शर्मिंदा या बर्बाद किया है?
जिन्हें मृत्यु ने दृष्टी पारदर्शी दे रखी
वे हीं जांच परख कर सकते
अधिकारी मैं नहीं
कि अपने पर निर्णय दूं,
लेकिन मैं संतुष्ट नहीं हूं


बच्चन

Love must shut out all others than the beloved...

I have not served God from fear of hell, for i should be like a wretched hireling, If I did it from fear; nor for love of paradise, for I should be a bad servant if I served for the sake of what was given. But I have served God only for the love of Him and desire for Him.............. Rabi'a

A thing called Job satisfaction.........

मुझे उस दिन हंसी आई थी, जब किसी ने कहा था "मैं आपकी तरह नहीं हूं, मैं पूरी तरह संतुष्ट हूं आपने जॉब से"....
अब ऐसा क्यों है की मैं असंतुष्ट हूं आपने जॉब से .....

मेरी परफॉर्मेंस काफी अच्छी है , अच्छे अच्छे अनुभवी लोग भी मेरी कद्र करते हैं, उच्च अधिकारी तक मेरी बात सुनते और मानते हैं, लोगो में इज्जत है, कर्मचारी बातें मानते और इज्जत करते हैं, हर वर्ष रेल सप्ताह में पुरस्कृत होते हैं, और अकेले अपने दम पे कोई भी कार्य संभल लेता हूं फिर भी ये असंतुष्टि क्यों......

शायद पर एक बात देखिये आप संतुष्ट हैं मैं असंतुष्ट.,... अब कूछ विस्मतायें दिखता हूं ..... अपनी और आपकी स्तिथि में............

आप की एक नियमित जिंदगी है, भले हीं समय कूछ भी हो .... हमारी कोई जिंदगी नहीं है .... एक फोन और बस चल वापस पटरी पे ... दोस्तों को बुलाया और खुद पटरी पे, बेचारे कूछ देर घुमाते रहे घर से बाहर कहाँ हो कहाँ हो करते, फिर अगले दिन से बोल चल बंद ..... याद नहीं कितने को खोया.. अब इस डर से किसी को बुलाना हीं छोड़ दिया है ..... कितनो को प्रोमिस की और पहुंचे ही नहीं उनके यहाँ .... अब बोलता हूं की आया तो बस बताते हैं पहले चार बार तो खाना बना कर फेंक चुके हैं तुम्हारे नाम पे अब और क्या ......

आप के लोग आपको प्यार करते हैं , इज्जत देते हैं, हमारे लोग भी इज्जत देते हैं पर.... सरकारी कर्मचारी काम करने से परेशान, नौकरी जाने का खतरा नहीं, सोचते हैं कोई दूसरा बंदा रहे तो ज्यादा बढ़िया कमसे कम, काम तो कम करना पड़ेगा, इसकी तो ईमानदारी से खुद इसको भी दिक्कत और हमें भी ... अब इस व्यस्था में ....

अधिकारी.... एक नाकारा और भ्रष्ट व्यस्था के पोषक हैं, ठेके पे काम और भ्रष्टाचार.. ज्यादा नहीं कहना चाहूँगा पर मेरे सिद्धांतो को ये ठेश पहुँचाती है.. और एक घुटन तो जरुर हीं महसूस होता है काम करते वक़्त की में कहीं ना कहीं इस देश के गरीब लोगो की मेहनत की कमाई का पैसा गलत ढंग से उपयोग करने में सहायक हो रहा हूं ....

काम.. विभागीय लोगो से काम लेना वह भी रेल की पटरियों पे जहाँ गन्दगी है.... सडे गले मानव और जानवरों के अवसेष है और गन्दगी ...... काफी कोशिस करी यूनियन के द्वारा .. की कमसे काम इन लोगो को ग्लोव्स और मास्क मिल जाएँ .. पर बेकार .. मालूम है पीलिया, कलर , तपेदिक जो इन परिस्तिथियों में काम करने से हो जातें हैं, पर व्यस्था .. क्या करें ... और आपनी अंतरात्मा को छोड़ कैसे काम करें ..... कैसे अमानवीय स्तिथियों में आदमियों से काम लेना क्या बितती है आपने ऊपर मैं हीं जनता हूं.. बात ये नहीं की मैं काम करावा लेता हूं बात उस बोझ की है .. जो उसके बाद अपने ऊपर आ जाती है.....


और हजारों शिकायतें खुद से नहीं पर इस सिस्टम से ... अब ये अलग बात है की इस सिस्टम में हम अच्छा परफोर्म कर रहे हैं .. अच्छी इमेज है पर .... अंतरात्मा खुश तो नहीं है ना ..... सो असंतुष्टि अपनी हर से नहीं बल्कि अपनी जीत से है ... इस व्यस्था का अंग बनाने से है .... और जिनसे लड़ना चाहिए उनके लिए काम करने से है और उन परिस्तिथियों का विरोध ना कर पाने से है जो मेरे देखने से गलत है ....

You my sister, I respect and love you....

I broke a promise, cheated on you, lied to you
I ain't recognize the goddess thats inside of you
I know sorry ain't do it but my acts of faith
Made me over-stare, hope it's not to late
I'm sorry, swear to god, please forgive me

Sister I'm sorry, swear to god, please forgive me....

Sister I'm sorry

For all the wrong I've done

Sister I'm sorry

I'm telling everyone

Sister I'm sorry

Nothing can change the past

Sister I'm sorry

Your forgiveness is all I ask

I'm so sorry

I'm so sorry for hurting you

For mistreating you

For not loving you

I'm so sorry

****Sticky Fingaz - Sister I'm Sorry****

We are conscious of beauty when there is a harmonious relation between something in our nature and the quality of the object which delight us........

Pascal......

Atirupena wai Sita atigarbena Ravanah
Atidanat Balibaddho ati sarbartra varjayet...
Chanakya Niti

मिटाना फितरत है हमारी मिट भी गए तो क्या
दीखता नहीं कितना टूटे हैं अब और टूटे तो क्या -
प्रदीप

The Arrow of Time...

We always moves from ordered to disordered.......

moves towards randomness........

Nothing is reversible.......

So.... never try to be oversmart... ..

cause if betterness comes in life, it prevails for ever....

Abstract of Tolstoy’s RESURRECTION

Tolstoy is an outstanding writer , a philosopher and an excellent creator of the characters inhabiting the descriptions of their lives , depicting the pathetic situations prevailed in Russia in those days . He introduced the moral values and the love of God in his epic “Resurrection” as the ultimate solution for the reforming of vice that had deep rooted in the people. These preachings stand the times over. It is said that Mahatma Gandhi was inspired by writings of Tolstoy. If you read the novel , you cannot forget the characters -Katyusha Maslova and Nekhlyudov. Katyusha was born to a poor unmarried lady working in a dairy farm. In those days these maids , if they conceive, used to leave the new born babies to starve and die. But this baby was taken up by two maiden ladies, owners of a dairy farm, when one of them happened to see her. Katyusha Maslova, actually named as Katerina was thus brought up under the care of those maids and later worked as housemaid in their house. It so happens that on one day , Mr. Nekhlyudov, a prince , and nephew of the old ladies comes to spend some time with his aunts. He was attracted by the beauty of Katyusha and she falls in love with him. Nekhlyudov spends a day with her and leaves her. The story starts with a Court case where Nekhlyudov was on the Jury. There he recognizes Katyusha Maslova brought for trial for killing one Mr.Smelkov for money. Katyusha was sent out of the house of her godmothers when she was found to conceive after meeting Nekhlyudov. She suffers a lot trying to live like any normal lady but everywhere she encounters persons beginning to beset her and making amorous advances to seduce her. She reaches a brothel house where she spends time in orgies every night. She changes from one brothel to another thus living in this way for more than six years. At the instance of the mistress of a brothel house one day she goes to a hotel where Mr. Smelkov stays. It is alleged that Maslova poisoned him in the hotel for money. From here onwards her trials and turbulations are shared by the repenting Nekhlyudov . He tries to get her punishment reduced. But he was not successful. She was sent to Syberia as a prisoner. This was a capital punishment for the prisoners in those days. Nekhlyudov, sells away his properties and he also goes with the prisoners party. Katyusha first dislikes him when she was reminded of their first meet. She realises how she was wronged. But when she understands the struggles Nekhlyudov faced to get her punishment reduced, the property and the royal life that he renounced, she slowly finds a soft corner in her heart. Yet she refuses to live with him even when the term of punishment is reduced due to his efforts. She did not like to live with the haunting memory of her previous life. On the part of Nekhlyudov , first he feels it was he duty to uplift her from the pathetic life she is living to efface the memory of his sin. Later he admires his own remorse and feels self –admiration. When he understands that Katyusha did not like to live with him, he feels unwanted and ashamed. His concern now is shifted to the prisoners who are suffering in the prisons without any basic amenities. He thinks of the corrupt administration , the horrible life led by the prisoners, the silly reasons in many cases where people are imprisoned for no fault . He tries to find out philosophically what was the reason for all this. He feels that the people who preach morality and righteousness are really evil. Vicious men were trying to reform other vicious men and that too by using mechanical means. The persons in the profession of punishment and reformation of the guilty, themselves became corrupt and went on corrupting those whom they tormented. That is why things could not be set right. But still theorder in the society existed not because of these lawful criminals who judged and punished others, but because men still pitied and loved one another. Ultimately he finds his solace and also his goal from Bible. People should abide by the five laws of Bible preached by Christ- One that man should not kill and not even be angry with his fellow men. Secondly he should not commit adultery nor enjoy in the beauty of woman. If once he comes close with a woman he should not be faithless to her. The third is that man should not bind himself by oath. The fourth law is that man should forgive for any wrong done to him and should bear it humbly. He should not refuse service that is desired of him. The fifth one is that man should not hate his enemies but love them , help them and serve them. If man starts obeying these laws the kingdom of God will be established on earth. The message Tolstoy gives is very valuable even in these present day circumstances. Humanity existed only because of love and not hatred.

The Black Angel, By Michael Christopher...........

The concept of forgiveness is portrayed in the powerful play, The Black Angel, by Michael Christopher. What happens to us when we forgive someone? What happens to us when we are forgiven?Christopher's play is about a former German army general, Engel, who tried to make a new life for himself and his wife outside a little French village. He had been imprisoned for 30 years, sentenced by Nuremberg war war crimes court. He hoped that people will forget and forgive he terrible past. He built a log cabin in the near by mountains he wanted to start anew.A french journalist, Morrieu, could not forget the past. His family was massacared by the generals army. There was not a single survivor in the village. For thirty years Morrieu had planned his revenge. He said to himself: "If the Nuremberg court could not sentence General Engel To die, I will pronounce his death sentence and execute it." He stoked the embers of hartred and fears in the mind of village radicals. and revolutionaries.They conspire to burn down the cabin in night, killing Angel and his wife. Morrieu as a journalist, had several question for the General: why did he do it? After thirty years in prison, what did he feel know? So he proceede to the cabin, surprised the General and his wife and spent the whole afternoon probinghis past action, trying to analyze and learn the reason for the tragedy.He found the general full of regret and repentance. He was actually waiting to download his guilt to someone, He could trust. Moved, Morrieu offered to smuggle the General and his wife to safety. He disclosed to them that he vilagers would atack his cabin at night and kill both of them. The general said: " We will accompany you only on the condition; that you forgive me." Morrieu could not forgive the general. He could save him but forgive him never! That night the villagers burnt down the cabin and shot Engel and his wife dead. The play when staged left the audience gasping for an answer.......

नफरतों के जहाँ में हमको प्यार की बस्तियां बसानी हैं,....

नफरतों के जहाँ में हमको प्यार की बस्तियां बसानी हैं,

दूर रहना कोई कमाल नहीं, पास आओ तो कोई बात बने

A young Amrita Pritam, madly in love with Sahir, wrote his name hundreds of times on a sheet of paper while addressing a press conference। They would meet without exchanging a word, Sahir would puff away; after Sahir's departure, Amrita would smoke the cigarette butts left behind by him। After his death, Amrita said she hoped the air mixed with the smoke of the butts would travel to the other world and meet Sahir! Such was their obsession and intensity।

Imroz, who was previously a friend of Amritaji, provided emotional hold and their liaison began growing। Being younger to Amrita ji and living in Indian high values society, Imroz still gave her soul companionship। Amrita ji and Imroz were great soul mates never lived but they shared the floors of same house in Delhi along with children. She used to write very long letters, poetic, full of emotions and pathos to Imroz. She used to address Imroz as “Mere Mehboob” (My beloved) and discuss many themes of the social order and society. Their love remained a ‘sacred hymn’ and became a pure platonic saga of love.

Amritaji never lived life sadly, contrary she was pensive and thoughtful person and so do Imroz, both the artistes filled their gloomy emotions in their work (Nazms, poems and Canvases) but never in their lives. I am a great admirer of both the artistes, and about their handling of delicate sort of relationship. Their love was never bound of physical terms of limits but it went beyond that in the form of words, canvas, poems,colours, ideas, thoughts etc. I feel like that their love for each other is complementary and paired to each ओथेर।

Talking about his relationship with Pritam, Imroz said: “We never used the word ‘love’ for the two of us। This concept of ‘I love you’ is very filmy, and I never fell in love with Amrita Pritam on first sight.

“We never used the word in either our letters or our works। There was never a need to tell that we loved each other. Yes, when I first met her I realised that she was the kind of woman with whom I could spend the rest of my life. And that’s precisely what we did.

“Another aspect that never existed between us was questioning: we never askedeach other where we were headed, or whom we were meeting. We just cared for each other, and that showed.”

प्यार पर बस तो नहीं है लेकिन फिर भी .
तू बता दे की मैं तुझे प्यार करुँ या ना करुँ
साहिर

Reason and Religion......

It is generally argued by the thinkers, that as science develope poetry and religion will decline, that religion and imagination will be at logger-head.

However when we turn to the history of religious thought, it appears that in last two centuries there have been major shifts in established religious thoughts, new and powerfull articulation of existing believes and rise and fall of numerous significant arrangement, pertaining to mans spiritulity. Yet God has remained as an unspoken presense in all form of civilisation, and maas waiting for God has not come to an end yet.

The source pf opposition between the two was neither really in their method of cognition nor in their vision of universe. The saint as well as scientists will admit that the absolute and radical seperation between the domain of intution and the realm of intellact is conceptually impossible as well as methodologically untunable, Spirituality and science both needs study and disciplin, and both depends upon seeker's ability to observe the phenomenon that he studies with ultimate detachment..

Romance and Religion

Romance and Religion have always been considered as the serene routes to enlighten the humane soul. Religion all over the world always advocated the idea to love one another irrespective of the ideological disparities.

Romance share many similarities with the religion......

Like romance is not less relevent to one conscience than religion itself. Romance is also arguably more tempting than religious choices requesting perhaps more internal debate.

And in last we may say that if it is true that religion should be romantic then it is equally true that romance should be religious......

There is no common blueprint of change

Each and every country's internal situation is completely different and there is no common blueprint of change................. Prachanda..

Mr. Karat, am ashamed in saying that you and your's gang of loyal comrades failed to understand this massage completely...

CP: only exempted for Pe....

It is a very old debate that whether capital punishment should be abolished or not. Sum people are in favor, sum in against of it. I am always against it as a mean to establish law. It never solves any problem with the society. The biggest problem is that, if after execution we finds that the person is innocent, we failed to deliver the correct verdict or the evidence are manipulated, or evidences failed to come in sight at right time resulting in erroneous judgment, we have left with no way to correct it.

Also the very much virtue of our life…. Ahimsa is against us killing someone to avenge some misdeeds.

So what I think that Capital punishment should be abolished in all cases except one….. Pedophiles……

These people have no right to live because they have hardly any chance to change or we have nothing to detect that they are now changed. Also they not only makes life of a person hell but also left him to suffer for life… a life not better than Hell… have gone through recent surveys … a maximum of prostitutes are victims of child sexual abuse so the criminals and persons engaged in unlawful activities. Therefore the person responsible for all this certainly deserves CP…. That too in full public view…..

Am not against the abortion but......

Mother Teresa of Calcutta once said that "the fruits of abortion are nuclear war." She was indicating that the complete disrespect for life, especially the lives of the unborn, would bring about a nuclear war... not only it will take life but also live far more dangerous effects...

More from Mother Teresa: "Abortion is really a war against the child, and I hate the killing of the innocent child, murder by the mother herself. And if we accept that the mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another?"

I am not against the abortion, it becomes a must in case of rape where the mother will certainly not want to bring the child in the earth to remember again and again the agony, suffering of that heinous act of a dirty man, or when the child unborn is diagnosed with sum extreme abnormalities, that may trouble him for life or where the chances of survival of child is less etc...

But in general I am against the killing of an unborn child, there are a no of precautions available, and nearly all of us are aware of them. Government provides them free at the government run hospitals. So it is better to use them instead of using killing as a mean of controlling population...

Now a day’s life becomes more challenging and to provide children with better education you need a lot of money. We preplan every thing in our life... so it is better to plan in advance that how many children we are going to have and how much difference we are supposed to have in between them. It is far better to plan in advance than after the child get conceived in womb.

Abortion as we know is the prime reason behind the unbalancing male-female ratio in many regions of our country. It is better to stop abortion on consensus of public than by forcing by law.

Why We Should Do This............

Just finished watching a film, named "Wednesday". A nice one in term of performance by both the legends Anupam kher saab and ever green, brilliant Naseer Saab. This film got a very fine ranking and reviews in Sundays Newspapers. Almost every body praised it and have given 4* ranking. Really it deserves when we see both the geniuses perform. In the multiplexes (thanks God in Mumbai hardly any single screen is left where you get the review of masses), public coming out, have all appraisal for them...

No doubt I am not having courage to go against the mass verdict, I am from middle class background so I am born with this gene that force me to moves with the masses......

But after viewing the movie, I remembered the day when there were massive ballasts in Mulund station and I was there.. Remembered the days when there were ballasts on Western railway network... again am there returning from Borivali.....

Have witnessed them, am not a coward, Have tried a few times for CDS and NDA to get inside military.... have all the courage to sacrifice life for the country....

But still, am not agreed with the way it shows....

what ever we the consequence we must have faith in law enforcement agencies.. They are doing there job in a finer way... giving tremendous good results... It is not right to kill a Nagouri, Yousuf or Taufeeq to avenge the terror the have propagated of which we are the victims.....

Just a few months before we have watched another movie, named "Red & White" made by Subash Ghai... A very fine one... nice thing, certainly propagating the thing that is in the very much 'Soul' of our society... Still I remembered the last scene when my Boss started to weep.....

That is the virtue of ahimsa... the virtue of love.... No one have given us a right to kill, or take law in our hand. Our constitution have provided the law enforcement agencies with the enough power, freedom and they are capable enough to do the needful....

The best we can do is that awaken ours soul, be honest towards the nation, towards the society, we helpful to the poor and oppressed, try our best to bring the socialist values, and first of all stop giving lectures to others, and weep on others that they are not doing anything for the society...

And remembered one thing in no way we can end violence by violence... We needs to understand the grievances of the persons, who are doing this.... To take care of there sentiments a little certainly they will change themselves...

उसकी आँखें ..................

जाने क्यों ऐसा होता है
जब भी में उससे मिलता हूं,
होंठ नहीं खुलते उसके पर
बोलती है उसकी आँखें

शर्मो हया रिश्तो के बंधन
रोक नहीं पाते मुझको,
अक्सर जब एक खास अदा से
उठती है उसकी आँखें


जब भी कभी मेरी आँखों से
मिलती है उसकी आँखें,
जाने क्या मेरी आँखों में
ढून्ढ़ती है उसकी आँखें....

Absolutely Clear..

Absolutely Clear..

Don't surrender

Your loneliness So quickly.

Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you

As few human

Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight

Has made my eyes so soft,

My voice So tender,

My need of GOd

Absolutely Clear.

Hafiz......

Why I Am A Left Liberal......................

Why am i a left liberal?

I am a left-liberal...........

Because, I believe that ordinary people should have more
power and not be mere clay to be shaped by the rich and elite.

I am a left-liberal...........

Because, I don't think that in our world there should be first-class
and second-class citizens. All of us are created equal.

I am left-liberal..............

Because, I don't want the edicts of any one religion to be superimposed
on all citizens.

I am a left-liberal............

Because, I believe that all present constitutions should be interpreted
in light of modern events.

प्यार पर बस तो नहीं है लेकिन फिर भी ...............................

My rebellious notes make the world thinkthat my heart abhors the lyrics of love,that I find solace in strife and war,that my very nature relishes blood-letting,that my world cares not for life's finer things,that the noise of revolt is music to me.

These lines, translated from Urdu, were written more than 50 years ago, under the title Mere Geet. They remain largely obscure because they are not among the work their author became more famous for: film lyrics. The above lines -- and the reason the poet gives for that state of mind -- reflect, however, an important facet of his personality. The author of these lines, Sahir Ludhianvi, was different. Unable to sing hymns to Khuda (God), Husn (beauty) and Jaam (wine), his pen would rather pour out his anguish and bitterness over social inequities, political cynicism, the artificial barriers that divide mankind, the senselessness of war, the domination of materialism over love.

His loves, and love poems, were tinged with sorrow, with the realisation that there are stark realities more important than romantic love. This facet was seen in his lines for the film Didi:

ज़िन्दगी सिर्फ मोहब्बत नहीं कूछ और भी है
जुल्फ-ओ-रुखसार की जन्नत नहीं कूछ और भी है
भूख और प्यास की मारी हुई इस दुनीया में इश्क हि
एक हकीकत नहीं कूछ और भी है.

And in

प्यार पर बस तो नहीं है लेकिन फिर भी .

तू बता दे की मैं तुझे प्यार करुँ या ना करुँ

in the film Sone Ki Chidiya (1958).

Born Abdul Hayee on March 8, 1921, Sahir was the only son of a Ludhiana zamindar. His parents' estrangement and the Partition made him shuttle between India and Pakistan. It also brought him face to face with a struggle called life. A member of the Progressive Writers' Association, he edited Adab-e-Latif, Pritlari, Savera and Shahrab. An arrest warrant issued by the Pakistani government of the day made him flee to Bombay in 1949. By now, he had managed to publish his anthology Talkhiyaan (Bitternesses). Besides Talkhiyaan and the hundreds of film songs he penned in a career spanning three decades, Sahir also authored the anthologies Parchaiyaan, Ao Ki Koi Khwab Buney and Gaata Jaaye Banjara.

Sahir debuted in films with his lyrics for Naujawan (1951). Even today, the film's lilting song Thandi Hawayen Lehrake Aaye makes hearts flutter. His first major success came the same year with Guru Dutt's directorial debut, Baazi, again pairing him with composer S.D. Burman. Together, S.D. Burman and Sahir created some of the most popular songs ever: Yeh Raat Yeh Chandni Phir Kahaan - Jaal (1952); Jaaye to Jaaye Kahaan - Taxi Driver (1954); Teri Duniya Mein Jeene se Behtar Ho Ki Mar Jaayen - House Number 44 (1955); and Jeevan ke Safar Mein Rahi - Munimji (1955). The duo reached their creative zenith with Pyaasa (1957).

All good things, as they say, come to an end. S.D. Burman and Sahir parted ways after Pyaasa and never worked together again. Sahir, already a stalwart as the sixties approached, wrote gems for films like Hum Dono (1961), Gumraah (1963), Taj Mahal (1963), Waqt (1965), Humraaz (1967) and Neel Kamal (1968), teaming up with composers Ravi, Jaidev, N. Datta, Roshan, Khayyam, R.D. Burman and Laxmikant-Pyarelal. Sahir's work in the 1970s was mainly restricted to films directed by Yash Chopra. Though his output in terms of number of films had thinned out, the quality of his writings commanded immense respect. Kabhi Kabhie (1976) saw him return to sparkling form. These songs won him his second Filmfare award, the first one being for Taj Mahal.

Sahir's poetry had a Faizian quality. Like Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Sahir too gave Hindustani/Urdu poetry an intellectual element that caught the imagination of the youth of the forties and fifties and sixties. He helped them to discover their spine. Sahir asked questions, was not afraid of calling a spade a bloody spade, and roused people from an independence-induced smugness. He would pick on the self-appointed custodian of religion, the self-serving politician, the exploitative capitalist, the war-mongering big powers. Aren't they familiar? Close to Sahir's heart were the farmer crushed by debt, the young man sent to the border to fight somebody's dirty war, the lass forced to sell her body, the youth frustrated by unemployment, families living in dire poverty... The underdog remains; his bard is gone.

Whether it was the arrest of progressive writers in Pakistan, the launch of the satellite Sputnik, or the discovery of Ghalib by a government lusting minority votes, Sahir reacted with a verve not seen in many writers' work. Kahat-e-Bangal (The Famine of Bengal), written by a 25-year-old Sahir, bespeaks maturity that came early. His Subah-e-Navroz (Dawn of a New Day), mocks the concept of celebration when the poor exist in squalor.

Writing for films occupied much of Sahir's time and energy in and after the fifties. Never one to compromise while writing for a "lesser" medium, Sahir wrote such gems like Aurat ne Janam Diya Mardon ko Mardon ne Use Bazaar Diya for Sadhana (1958) and Tu Hindu Banega na Musalmaan Banega Insaan ki Aulaad Hai, Insaan Banega for Dhool Ka Phool (1959). Then who can ever forget Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai or Jinhe Naaz Hai Hind Par Woh Kahaan Hain from Pyaasa? Pyaasa, a movie that many suspect was his biography, was the high point of Sahir's genius. By now, Sahir was disillusioned over the state of the nation. His dissatisfaction with Congress policies found voice in songs like Jinhe Naaz Hai Hind Par Woh Kahaan Hain and Chino Arab Humara - Phir Subah Hogi (1958). This combination of political awareness and humanitarian compassion is found all through in Sahir's poetry, whether written for films or not.

Ever a sensitive soul, Sahir reacted to the world around him, pouring his sentiments into the songs he penned for films. Coming from his pen, even the most mundane would have a message. For example, this song from Neelkamal: Khali Dabba Khali Botal Le Le Mere Yaar Khali se Mat Nafrat Karna, Khali Sab Sansar. His poetry could at once be sublime - Tora Man Darpan Ehlaye Bhale Bure Sare Karmo ko Dekhe Aur Dikhaye from Kajal (1965), introspective - Man Re Tu Kahe Na Dheer Dhare from Chitralekha(1964), invoking - Allah Tero Naam Ishwar Tero Naam Sabko Sanmati de Bhagwan from Hum Dono, esoteric - Khuda-e-Bartar Teri Zameen Par Zameen ki Khatir Jung Kyon Hai from Taj Mahal, and philosophical - Jahan Mein Aisa Kaun Hai Ki Jisko Gham Mila Nahin again from Hum Dono. There lay Sahir's spirituality. Ingrained in this spirituality was a quest for a greater humanity, better people, a livable world. Paradoxically, it always involved, and was about, the material rather than the metaphysical.

A colossus among song writers, Sahir fought for, and became the first film lyricist to get, royalty from music companies. He would deeply involve himself in the setting of tunes for his songs. Any wonder why they are extra melodious? There was a negative trait too: Sahir would insist he be paid a rupee more for each song than Lata Mangeshkar was. Call it a left-over of his zamindar background, or an example of success gone to the head, this egotism of Sahir has been heard of and written about.

A bachelor to the end, Sahir fell in love with writer Amrita Pritam and singer Sudha Malhotra, relationships that never fructified in the conventional sense and left him sad. Ironically, the two ladies' fathers wouldn't accept Sahir, an atheist, because of his perceived religion. Had they seen the iconoclast in him, that would have been worse; being an atheist was worse than belonging to the 'other' religion. Sahir, perhaps, had an answer to such artificial barriers in these lines written for Naya Raasta (1970):

नफरतों के जहाँ में हमको प्यार की बस्तियां बसानी हैं
दूर रहना कोई कमाल नहीं, पास आओ तो कोई बात बने

A young Amrita Pritam, madly in love with Sahir, wrote his name hundreds of times on a sheet of paper while addressing a press conference. They would meet without exchanging a word, Sahir would puff away; after Sahir's departure, Amrita would smoke the cigarette butts left behind by him. After his death, Amrita said she hoped the air mixed with the smoke of the butts would travel to the other world and meet Sahir! Such was their obsession and intensity.

Over two decades after his death, Sahir's songs remain immensely popular. His poetry continues to inspire radical groups and individuals and strikes a chord in sensitive people, leftist or not. Why else would a Vajpayee invoke Sahir while taking a dig at Pakistan?

वह वक़्त गया वह दौर गया जब दो कौमों का नारा था

वह लोग गये इस धरती से जिनका मकसद बटवारा था

Sahir died after a heart attack he suffered while playing cards. One suspects the poet, whose heart bled for others, never paid enough attention to his own life. There was a card-player nonchalance about himself, as seen in this Hum Dono song:

मैं ज़िन्दगी का साथ निभाता चला गया, हर फ़िक्र को धुवें में उडाता चला गया .............

Had Sahir (whose 22nd death anniversary falls on October 25) not allowed drink and cigarette smoke to consume himself, had he lived a fuller life like contemporaries Majrooh Sultanpuri and kaifi Azmi did, it would have been interesting to watch him react to changing social values, to politics touching its nadir, to 'secular' becoming a dirty word, to the abuse of religion to spread hatred and get votes, to the supposed failure of communism, to the never-ending dowry deaths, to the intellectual inertia of the intelligentsia.... Perhaps he would have influenced thought as he did in the past. Maybe his message to the masses would have been the same as it was decades ago:

तुमसे कुव्वत लेकर, मैं तुमको राह दिखाऊँगा
तुम परचम लहराना साथी , मैं बर्बत पर गाऊँगा
आज से मेरे फन का मकसद जंजीरे पिघलाना है
आज से मैं शबनम के बदले अंगारे बरसाऊगा .

You..... Supreme Power whom I revere...

O You!

I hope, You

To be here.

To Help Me,

To Be.

But...........

Light at Dawn.....

Awaking by my inner spirit.....
Just trying to stand tall....
Not in a mood to give any one shock & awe......
Just trying to get faith.....
..... faith..........
Love, caring just.....................
To ease others of there suffering by acquiring them myself...
Nuthing else......

Silence...

When hearts are apart, words are needed to communicate, when hearts are together no words are needed... Words create distances and differences. Silence binds and brings harmony. Silence in its purest form is one's own self. It is feeling of GOD within. Silence is meditation, silence is energy. Without words, without mind, it help us to find answers to the questions and path of destination...

God does not speak.

God does not speak, yet he communicate with all, all the time. Words are not necessary to communicate. it is the feeling that can vibrate and reach others, without having utter a word. For the unspoken has greater power than spoken.

To Most Lovely Person Of my Life....

We need to awaken to a common consciousness. This is not found in some distance place on a computer screen. In losing our heart, in our ability to share the pain of our fellow human beings. It is the spirit that says, “As long as you are suffering, whoever you are and what ever your suffering may be, I suffer also” Let me suffer your pain.....

सच कहूं तो......
सोचना अच्छा लगता है....................
यायावर की तरह विचरना...................
और फिर विचरते हुए खो जाना अच्छा लगता है......
रात की गुमनामी और फिर दिन की चुनौति अच्छी लगती है.........
जीवन से प्रेम और जीवन का संघर्ष अच्छा लगता है.........
और सच कहूं तो लड़ना अच्छा लगता है......
यही मैं और मेरी दूनिया है.......

***** O You! *****