भारत का परिवार

 

क्या फ़र्क़ पड़ेगा यार, आ जाए किसकी भी सरकार,
ख़ुद नहींं बदलोगे जब तक ,नहीं मिटेगा भ्रष्टाचार,
महँगाई बढ़ती जाएगी,एक दुनी दो, दो दुनी चार,
सब के सब बातों के शेर है, भाषणों में ही गुंजती है इनकी दहाड़,
रिज़ल्ट के बाद सब खोलेंगे बोटल, आख़िर है तो एक दुसरे के रिश्तेदार,
५६ इंच की छाती हो, या सेक्युलरीज़म का आचार,
या धरना बाबा आ जाए, लेकर झाड़ु हज़ार,
कोई भी आ जाओ सत्ता में, अपनी माँगे है बस चार,
के बिना रिश्वत सभी को दिलवादो,रोटी, शिक्षा, मकान, रोज़गार,
हमें अपने झमेलों में मत घसीटों, मत तोड़ो भारत का परिवार…

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A new beginning…

Wow, my first post on wordpress and I am already jumping up and down (ofcourse it causes a lot of problems while typing..but who cares).

Anyway, I find WordPress far better than blogger though for starters, blogger is a much better platform than wordpress because it’s far simpler. Ummm..something like Blogger = Microsoft windows and WordPress = Apple. Apple is technologically superior and more sophisticated…BUT Windows is simpler (atleast initially…)

Anyway…I just hope I have better inspirations and posts here. And more visits by people 🙂

There is an email subscription link there…people who like my posts and want to be updated with the new posts…please subscribe and enjoy!

good luck to me… 🙂

Adios,
Kunal

Some promises!

I have to admit – I’ve got better responses to my last post than I had thought. Though nobody was free enough to comment on the post but they responded in chat windows or while talkin’.

One thing all of ’em agree (me too) that my posts are pretty sad and depressin’. One of ’em even told me not to post him any link again if the posts are in the same “blue” writing. He wants happy posts and would love to read them (dude, I would be more than happy to write “happy” posts than you would be to read them)

Anyway, in one of my earlier posts I had mentioned I wont write anything sad. And I have stuck to my promise. If you see my earlier poems they are depressin’ with a capital “D” whereas my new one is based on optimism that I’ll be happy now and move on to explore my new life (or whatever you think)

Well, I am just startin’ to understand somethin’. So I decided when I was in the process of receiving comments that I’ll do 2 things:

1) To stop my sarcastic comments(people who know me will also know that it is really difficult for me)
2) To concentrate more on myself than others – what others do, think and project. (this is more difficult than the first one)

I have given myself a time period, till my birthday, and I hope to achieve it till then.

I still have time. I want to achieve it.

That’ll be the day when I’ll be able to justify my blog title. If I couldn’t then I’ll change it (that’ll hurt)

So expect some hard hitting, realistic but positive posts from Kunal now.

Adios.

Kunal Lodha

PS: one more thing I wanna do is to keep my posts shorter. It’s the most difficult thing. I have difficulty in cutting words when writin’!

Movin’ on!

It wasn’t easy,

Oh it never was!

I’ve wasted 3 years, fighting for a lost cause…

Finally have understood somethin’, should’ve known that long back…

When I was thrown out like a rug-o-sack,

But whatever it is, whatever it was, I have decided to move on..

We’ll meet someday again, but not as friends…

‘Cause …

Have turned away, left the past behind…

Stopped seekin’ FRIENDS I know I’ll never find…

Movin’ on – this is my END!

It is no one to be blamed but me,

You all were a part of my fantasy,

I have never been good, I have always faulted

I have always clung on to you, when you never wanted…

Finally I have learned my lesson, I promise not to repeat,

Guys so long, I’ll not bother you again, ‘cause

Have turned away, left the past behind…

Stopped seekin’ FRIENDS I know I’ll never find…

Movin’ on – this is my END!

Those were some great days, I thoroughly enjoyed them,

Some moments of ecstasy, fun and a few of shame,

I was rude, selfish, and a big time bore…

You always gave me love, but I kept askin’ for more..

Without givin it back, what was I thinkin’,

Oh! May be ‘cause I was smitten by someone, I hold on to her clingin’,

She never really liked me, I remained in hallucinations,

I suffered a lot, not ‘cause of her, but of me,

I shouldn’t have done some stuff I did,

But now,

Have turned away, left the past behind…

Stopped seekin’ FRIENDS I know I’ll never find…

Movin’ on – this is my END!

I apologize for the moments, I gave y’all trouble,

Had a lot of dreams, but reality has burst that bubble…

I always wished, if the time turns back, there are mistakes I’ll rectify ,

But now I don’t wanna do that, I’ll just say goodbye…

I had many complaints, but have realized they were all with me,

So please guys for once accept my apology, and……

Finally,

Have turned away, left the past behind…

Stopped seekin’ FRIENDS I know I’ll never find…

Movin’ on – this is my END!

Adios,

Regards,

Kunal Lodha

सब कुछ चलता हैं!

आज कल यह एक ख्वाब रात भर सताता है,
आँखें जब खुलती हैं वो ख्वाब टूट जाता है,
ख्वाब टूटता है तब दिल ज़रासा जलता है,
पर क्या करें यार, अब तो सब कुछ चलता हैं!

पता नहीं क्यूँ पर तन्हा घूमना रास आता हैं,
पता नहीं क्यूँ भीड़ में दिल घबराता है,
फिर भी दूसरो को खुश देखके मनन में कुछ खलता है,
पर क्या करें यार, अब तो सब कुछ चलता हैं!

तू अगर अच्छा है, सच्चा है, तो तेरी यहाँ जगह नहीं,
यही आज की रीत है, इसकी कोई वजह नहीं,
सबको अपनाने वाला आखिर में सिर्फ हाथ मलता हैं,
पर क्या करें यार, अब तो सब कुछ चलता हैं!

दुनिया अब किसी की नहीं रही, सब अपने में मस्त है,
दोस्ती एक नाकामयाबी है, ख़ुशी गंगा में अस्त हैं,
दोस्तों, सिर्फ अपनी सोचो, अब इसी में सफलता है,
क्या करें यार, अब सिर्फ यही चलता है!!

मिलना है तुमसे, बहुत कुछ कहना है
जुदाई यह कुछ भी नहीं, आगे बहुत कुछ सहना है
मिएँगे कभी, साथ रहेंगे, यह अरमान दिल में पलता है,
पर क्या करें यार, अब तो सब कुछ चलता हैं!

Adios.
Regards,
Kunal Lodha

The Child!

Before writing anything, I would like to thank Mr. Varun Gandhi for reminding me if this incident that i had forgotten in the mundane activities of life. His “famous” speech led me back to those dreadful time after the bomb blasts in mumbai in 2007. It was a small incident i want to share here!

it was a week after hundreds of people lost their lives in the mumbai local train bomb blasts. things were getting back to normal, people had resumed their work, lives and were slowly coming out of the terror caused by the blasts. i can’t recall the exact day or date, its been a long time now. but what happened is still etched very clearly in my mind. i was standing near the gate in the first class compartment of a churchgate bound virar local in the morning at around 7:50. the compartment was not even half filled of what it is generally. things were not still good. some of the daily commuters had lost their friends or colleagues or family members, and the heaviness of their hearts could be felt in the small compartment. everything was silent, the silence which people long for in a normal – all good day! but not today. everyone was uneasy.

suddenly i noticed a muslim family sitting in the train. the old uncle, aunt and a small child , probably around 2-3 years old. he was crying aloud but they didn’t do anything. they were afraid of all the eyes looking at them. the hatred which was never shown on the news channel during those days in fear of causing more troubles, was being felt by them (on them) and many others at that time. the fellow passengers who used to sing bhajans and play cards were all silently staring at the crying kid. their eyes were moving from him to the guardians (or probably grandparents). it wasn’t a scene that was observed daily. a beautiful, innocent child crying and people just ignoring him!

the train haulted at andheri station and in came a haughty mister whom i had noticed quite a number of times in this local. he was an extreminst hindu and was known to pass strange, unnecessary and abusive comments on the muslims and be proud about it. when he entered, i had a strange feeling – an uneasiness, a fear that something bad is about to happen. and something did happen. but not what i had expected…

the mister went inside and stood near the opposite side of where the scared family of three was sitting. he heard the cries of the child and turned back. i was observing each and every second of this event and i swear, my heart was skipping beats. you must be thinking why! because the mister had entered shouting abuses on the muslim community and all the things the people inside he train were already feeling. i was afraid that his one comment or action might spark off a fire that could have burnt the whole train that day. the mister was in an aggressive mood. (i later came to know that he had lost his friend in the blasts and it was his first day to office after the horrible events). he turned back and saw the child crying – the child’s eyes red with tears, his cheeks all swollen up and probably he was also hungry.

the mister stood staring at the child. everyone could feel that he was getting disturbed at the sound and that the volcano in his mind might just burst. but it was not to be. nobody knows why but he started whistling. whistling the complete song – “aa chal ke tujhey main leke chalun aek aise gagan ke tale. Jahan gham bhi na ho aansoon bhi na ho, bass pyar hi pyar pale“. i was shocked. amazed. and i could not believe what was happening. it was in a minute or two the child stopped crying. he was looking at the mister (who was not looking at him). and everyone was looking at them.

the uneasiness had started to lift and the atmosphere was becoming light. dadar came. the grandparents got up and started to leave. it was here their eyes met the mister. it was at this time the mister really saw the child.

and it was here the child smiled!!! that innocent smile lit up the faces of all the fellow passengers. i could see they were just as happy as the child was. the mister smiled back. it all happened in two minutes and the child and the grandparents were lost in the crowd as the train started moving.

the child who could have been the victim of the hate that day had brought happiness in the small train compartment. by the time we reached churchgate, i am sure everyone had that innocent smile in his heart and i am also sure that their day was brightened with the sunshine of a smile. oh i forgot to add. the smile of a muslim child!

how can i believe you mr. varun gandhi, or for that matter any person who is trying to propagate hatred in our hearts. i agree that our innocence has been lost in the attacks that have happened in all these years. but there is still innocence in the smile of every child, and that innocence is what the world needs today. the mister was a hater like you mr. gandhi, but in front of a child, even he could not show his feelings. the feelings vanished with that smile.

the smile that was neither hindu, nor muslim, or any other religion. it was the proof that we all still are the same and that just because people like you and others for their political and other benefits try to bring in the divide among people. i just wish you would get a chance to see that kind of smile. and i hope it is soon.

adios.
regards,
Kunal Lodha