January – The Past and Future…

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To retrospect what’s gone,

To plan the upcoming,

To cherish the past and,

To expect better future,

Is JANUARY.

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January reminds me of December, when I decide (firmly) to create New Year Resolution but seldom abide by it. So was the January of 2011. One winter morning in Delhi, feet mostly in socks, two layers of woolens and hot cuppa coffee in hand, I sat in the misty portico warming my brain with what resolutions I can create and follow. (I don’t have to mention it separately that most of them have gone for a toss :P)

  1. I kept a goal in front of me – To read 70 books in 2012 (I hate myself for reading only 15 😦 )

  2. Maintaining a Balance sheet of Personal expenses – I followed it for some days, but the intensity faded by the coming day

  3. Invest some amount at least in stock market – Forget about investing, I hardly had anything to even save 😦

I have managed to follow some resolutions religiously though, but not many worth a mention.

Sigh. Let it be. I think this year too in December I will create a Resolution – 2013 sheet and will try to follow it religiously 😛

The January 2011, specifically will remind me of Gurgaon. The chilly weather, fog all day long and bike rides in such a weather and the quilt I used to cover myself with to keep me warm. Also not to forget the “makke di roti and sarson da saang” – this still brings water in my mouth.

It’s almost December 2012 now. Time to look forward to January again, this time January 2013 🙂

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Written for Months of the Year Challenge – Season 3

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Kasab executed – Finally…

I don’t have to start with “Remember 26/11?” because the day is etched on the memories of every Indian. So finally, after 4 years of “delayed justice”, the sentence has been served and Kasab is hanged till death today (21 November 2012) at 07:30 in Yerwada jail, Pune.

Though “justice delayed is justice denied” (4 years delay is not a small thing), in the end, the culprit is punished, or rather “capital” punished. After feeding him biryanis (that’s what the news channels claimed continuously over a period of time) for all these years, giving him “fair” trials for proving himself “not guilty” (I don’t know how he or his lawyer would have achieved this, proving him not guilty, especially when he was caught red handed on CCTVs) and providing him lavish prison life (again claimed by news channels, indirectly may be), Indian Govt. finally decided to end this “worthless spending common man’s tax money” on a criminal, rather a terrorist.

I have seen some people, on social networking sites, argue that capital punishment is an uncalled for action. They might be observing a rather extreme humanitarian aspect on this issue. I would say, that extreme humanitarian aspect is also uncalled for.

In Mahabharata, Bhishma preached to Yudhishthira as to what should be his approach after the later won a rather murky and gory war against Kauravas. Bhishma told him, exercising a certain amount of danda aka punishment is absolutely necessary to keep the culprits in check. The nature and intensity of the punishment should be proportional to the sin or crime committed by the person.

Considering the sins of Kasab, capital punishment isn’t uncalled for. I would say, it is the apt punishment to a sinner like him.

One other thing which came into light after this completely “secret” and sudden hanging of Kasab. That too just 4-5 days before the 4th anniversary of 26/11. Home Minister of center and state both came out with statements, but that was after the action was carried out. The details of all the proceedings were kept completely secret and there was not a single mention of this anywhere.

Frankly speaking I am partly glad and partly suspicious about the act. Glad because the murky past has come to an end with this act. And suspicious because considering this much secrecy and no coverage anywhere of the news, this might as well be a farce to make people believe that Kasab is actually dead. Well, let me make myself clear here – I am in no way trying to say that Kasab is not dead. I too am believing that he is dead and I want him dead, so no question about that. But as I said earlier, it’s just a suspicion.

Another point is, it is stunning to see Indian government carrying out such missions/acts with such secrecy. It is good that secrecy was maintained, otherwise the media frenzy would have been difficult to contain. Forget media frenzy, there could have been obstacles of pro “Human Rights” people asking all sorts of wrong questions at wrong time.

Now coming to the last point, I don’t know whether this all was done keeping Winter Sessions in mind or not. It might be so, it might not be so, but whatever the case Congress has surely scored a brownie point by executing Kasab.

But this in no way should stop the Government of India to keep searching and punishing the real culprits of the terrorism. Because Kasab was just a pawn in all this games of Terrorism. Let’s rejoice a little over his execution and concentrate on the further task of bringing justice to such heinous acts as quickly as possible. Next time when another Kasab is born, we should not take 4 years to bring justice to the victims.

ना कुछ लेना, ना कुछ देना…

ना किसी से कुछ ख्वाहिश है,
ना किसी से कुछ रंजिश है,
मेरी ज़िन्दगी ही मेरा राग,
और वोही मेरी बंदिश है.

ना किसी से कुछ गिला है,
ना किसी से कुछ शिकवा है,
किस्से करू में शिकवा, गिला,
यहाँ ना कोई मेरा मितवा है.

ना किसी से प्यार है,
ना किसी से नफरत है,
जो मिला उससे दोस्ती है,
जो ना मिला उससे इबादत है.

 
— प्रसाद

ऐ दिल-ए-नादान…

ऐ दिल-ए-नादान,
क्यूँ तू इतना खुराफाती है?
अभी अभी बिखरे तुकडे सँवारे है,
और अभी फिर से बिखर रहा है?

क्यूँ तू उस गली जाता है,
जहा तेरा इंतज़ार भी नहीं होता,
जाने पहचाने रास्तों में भी,
क्यूँ है तू अंजानो की तरह खोता?

क्यूँ तेरी दिमाग से दुश्मनी है?
प्यार में क्यूँ तू इतना हावी है?
वोह हर वक़्त तुझे मना करता है,
और तू हर वक़्त उसे मनाता है

ऐ दिल-ए-नादान,
क्यूँ तू इतना खुराफाती है?
अब फिर से बिखरे है तुकडे,
चल उनको फिर से संवारना है.

 

— प्रसाद

Love Poem No. 135

This is Love Poem No. 135.
Where did previous 134 go?
Well, in the dust bins.
They weren’t bad,
Not at all.
In fact they were,
Best of my works.
But these best words,
Couldn’t describe her.
The best I could do,
Was to just praise her.
They couldn’t do the justice,
Of describing her.
Let’s see if this,
Love Poem No. 135,
Can describe her properly,
Or will see the dust bin again.
Let’s see.

Between Silences…

Between her silence,
He found words,
More loud and clear,
Profound and chaotic
Her silence,
was a lot of things for him,
Gauging the actualities,
Whether it’s demanding,
Or merely a refrain.
Her silence,
Would always make him,
Think hard and hard,
Did she mean this?
Did she want that?
But she enjoyed,
Her silence when demanding,
And got annoyed,
By it when refraining.
She wanted him to figure,
What her every silence meant,
And he too would comply,
Finding words,
In her silence…

The Wait…

He waited by the bank,

for a boat to pass by,

the silence followed,

and the blankness showered.

Some planks swam by,

bumping in the stones,

dipping and coming out,

playing a helpless bout.

The restlessness grew,

when he heard the noises,

but nothing came by and he,

started finding the calm again.

Monsoon came and went,

the water touched the ground,

and slimmed to the centre,

the wait on the bank continued.