Most Dangerous

Read this very intriguing poem here: http://publications.aidindia.org/content/view/499/102/

In admiration for the people of Bhopal, of Nandigram, of Chharanagar, and for the struggles that do not make it to newsprint, we remember three stanzas of a poem by Paash, (1950-1988) a revolutionary Punjabi poet.

Sabse Khatarnak
Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,
Police ki maar sabse khatarnak nahi hoti,
Gaddari, lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.
Baithe bithaye pakde jana bura to hai,
Sahmi si chhup me jakde jana bura to hai,
Par sabse khatarnak nahi hoti.
Sabse khatarnak hota hai murda shanti se bhar jana,
Na hona tadap ka, sab kuch sahan kar jana,
Ghar se nikalna kaam par, aur kaam se loutkar ghar aana,
Sabse khatarnak hota hai,
Hamare sapno ka mar jana.

Most Dangerous
Most treacherous is not the robbery of hard-earned wages,
Most horrible is not the torture by the police,
Most dangerous is not treason, or the fist of greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad,
surely bad is to be buried in silence,
But it is not the most dangerous.
Most dangerous is to be filled with dead peace,
Not to feel agony, simply bear it all,
Leaving home for work, and from work returning home,
Most dangerous is
the dying of our dreams.

[Adapted from the translation by Dr. Satnam Singh Sandhu.]

"NARENDARA MODI BHOSADIKA"

Got this video on someone's profile on Orkut:

With all those talks going around about how NARENDARA MODI should be the next PM. Like many even I started to believe in his great leadership qualities. This video came in at right time as an eye opener atleast for me.

When the big and mighty and the Ideals of new order like Ratan Tata, Ambani, Sunil Mittal say something a feeble nobody like me easily gets trapped.

The video brings back all the horror, anger in me which I felt during Gujrat roits. I just can't understand what is wrong with these big and mighty, they're siding with a killer a man who is a bigger sinner than Ajmal Kasab.
Narendra Modi killed many more Indians than Ajmal Kasab and still he is being projected as the next PM.

The above words don't even express a fraction of my anger, may be English will always be a secondary language for me.

Sab pagal hain yahan, ek hatyare ko desh ka karta-dharta banane pe tulley hain. Ye toh wahi baat hui ki ek balatkari balatkar kare aur fir apne shikar ke vikas aur uthhan ki baatein kare. Narendara Modi ek balatkari hai usne mere desh ka, insaniyat ka balatkar kiya hai, ek baar nahi kai baar kiya hai. Ussey koi haq nahi is desh pe raj karne kaa. Jispe jail mein daal ke mukadma chalana thaa usko raj gaddi pe baitha rahe ho. Main puchta hun jo insaan is Modi ki wakalat karta hai ussey, kya tum apni beti ke balatkari ko bhi jaruat pe aise hi izzat dogey aur sab kuch bhul ke usey sir pe baithaogey. Sayad iska bhi jawab haan hai, tabhi toh jisne is desh ka balatkar kiyaa usey sir pe baitha rahe ho.

Kuch samjh nahi aa raha bas dil karr raha hai sadakon pe jaaun aur jor-jor se chillaun

"NARENDARA MODI BHOSADIKA",

aisa karne pe sab pagal kahengey. Kya waqt hai, kya jamana hai, kya desh hai mera, main apne desh ke balatkari ko sadak pe gali dun toh main pagal aur jo usey isi desh ka karta-dharta "Pradhanmantri" banane ki baat kare wo zimmedar aur izzetdar nagrik.

Sala agar yehi hai badappan aur yehi hai duniya, mujhe fir se bachpan mein dal do, main 8-9 saal ki umar se jyada bada nahi hona chahta, mujhe mere bachpan mein wapas bhej do.

Jai Ho Bharat, Jai HO!!!

yehi duniya hai toh fir aisi ye duniya kyun hai... yehi hota hai toh akhir yehi hota kyun hai...

Kaifi Azmi sahab ki ye do pankatiyan puri tarah se meri vartman manshik stithi ko darshati hain.
I'm confused, I'm bitter something inside me is troubling me. I'm unable to understand this world.

What the fuck I'm stuck in, what kind of world is this, what should i do, what is all this madness around, I feel like doing drugs. I feel like ending this life, i don't know what to say or do, I'm fucked.

Sahi galat, sach jhuth ke sare mayne dhumil hote jaa rahe hain. Ek ajeeb sa andhakar dikhane lagta hai chaaro oor. Sab jhuth lagta hai, sabse nafrat ho jati hai. man karta hai ek bhayankar visphot ho, aur sab kuch khatam ho jaye. Ya fir mere dimag mein ek visphot ho aur main khatam ho jaun.

ek taswir banti hai dimag mein. kabhi lagta hai main sthir hun aur sab ghum raha hai aur kabhi lagta hai sab sthir hai aur main ghum raha hun. samajh mein nahi ata kaun si tasvir haqeekat hai.

Kya rakha hai yahan, kya paa lunga main yaha, sab ganda hai galat hai, kyun jina aise, ek napunsak zindagi ka bojh bardasht nahi ho pata kabhi-kabhi lagta hai khud ko khatam karna hi ek rasta hai.

Logon ko khus dekhta hun toh paresan ho jata hun, kaise khus hain sab yahan, kaise jo chal raha hai usko bardast kar rahe hain log.
sab bhulawe mein jite hain, sach se muh feer ke rehte hain, parr kyun pata nahi.

kisi cheez ka koi maapdand nahi humare samaj mein, humesa izzat naam ke parde se sach ko dhak ke rakha jata hai. sab ek jhuthi izzat ke liye jite hain aur marte hain. pata nahi kaise hai ye izzat, kisne banai hai iski ye jhuthi kasauti. jis samaj ki kasauti hi itni jhuthi hai kaise mann lun sach usko.

sab burey hain maa baap bhai behen chacha mama dada aur jo bhi rishta sonch sakta hun. kisi ko insaan ki parwah nahi bas ek jutha samjh aur usme apni juthi izzat ke liye jitey hain. bachpan mein jhuth bolne pe bacche ko marte hain aur bade hone pe usi bacche ko sabse pehle beimaan hona batate hain. bacchon ko kamchori buri hai ye batate hain, aur fir usi ko kehte hain sarkari naukri sabse acchi hai kyunki usmein kamm nahi karna hota, kuch karo ya na karo naukri bachi rehti hai,aur upar ki kamai alag. kaisa dhancha hai ye, kis taraf le jaa rahe ho duniya ko.

sab bhagwan ko mante hain, harr cheez jo khud nahi karr patey wo bhagwan ke matthe daal dete hain. bhagwan ko ek mante hain uski puja karte hain usko pawan aur pavitra kehte hain aur usi ke naam pe ek dusre ki jaan lete hain, sirf jaan hi nahi lete balki usi bhagwan aur dharm ke naam pe balatkar karte hain. fir ye sab karne ke badd samaj mein unchey khade hotey hain, apni maa beheno se najar milate hain aur unke liye samaj mein jine ke maap-dand tay karte hain.

dharamguru aur dharam ke thekedar jaise chahein waise dharam ko madodtey hain aur humare samne rakhtey hain aur hum apni dimag ka istemal kiye bina usi ko sach mante hain. sab ko dikhata hai ki dharamke thekedar dharm ke naam pe kya kya nahi karte, kisi ki jaan lene se leke , bacchon ke sath sambandh banana, pooja ke naam pe izzat lutna ye sab karte hue dharmguru pakade jate hain. parr hum ye sab kuch dekh ke bhi andhe bane rehte hain inhi dharam guruon ko mante hain inhi ke maapdando pe chalte hain. kaisa andhapan hai ye.

kisi ko ye nahi sunna ki kehne wala kya keh raha hai iska matlab kya hai. yahan kaun kehta hai ye jyada jaruri hai banispat ki kya kaha jaa raha hai. behre hain sab log yahan. khud kya chahte hain kisi ko koi nahi pata na koi janna chahta hai, sabko ye pata hai samaj kya chahta hai, samajh ke hisab se kaise jiye.

mansik rup se andhe beharey hain sab yahan. ek bhedon ka jhund hai jisko koi bhi danda leke hank sakta hai. koi bhi desh, koi bh sadi, koi bhi samajh, bas agar hum dekhein toh yehi payenge ki humesa humein bhedon ki tarah hanka gaya hai. kuch nahi badlta, badlta hai toh bas hankane wala aur dunda jissey hanka jata hai.

hum filmein dekhtey hain jo switzerland aur london mein shoot ki jati hain, jisme sab amir hotey hain sab khus hotey, aisi filmein jo humare bhulawe ko majboot karti hain. in filmon ka sacchai se koi wasta nahi hota ye bas sapne ki duniya banati hain aur humein bhulawe ko badhawa deti hain. hummein itni bhi shakti nahi ki apni sacchai ko parde pe dekh shake. sab kuch se muh pher lete hain aur raat ke adnhere mein jine wale hazaron rakchason ko zindagi dete hain. hum mante hi nahi ki buraiyan hain toh unko badlengey ya ladenge khaak. isi bhulawe mein jina rakchason ko janam deta hai. ye buraiye rakchas kahin aur se nahi aate bas humare beech se paida hotey hain, balki humare andar se hi paida hotey hain. kyun, kyunki hum kuch cheezon ko nazar andaz karte hain, manna hi nahi chahte ki unka astitav bhi hai. agar kuch dikhta bhi hai toh aandekha karr dete hain unsuna karr dete hain.

jo galat ho bura ho jisse ladne se paresani ho sab bhagwan ke bharosey daal do aur zindagi ko ek aramgah mein beetao. marte rehte hain roz roz thoda thoda, apne aap ko zinda rakhne ki kosis mein.

pata nahi ye sab kya likh raha hun, kyun likh raha hun, parr likhne se shakun milta hai toh likh deta hun. sayad kisi din kuch karunga, nahi bhi karr paya toh kam se kam in saab ka hissa nahi banunga.

"Up above if something like God exists, tell him I don't believe in him."

It's not in the temples, it's not in the mosque, it's not in the church.
It's not at all in the rituals, nor in the prayers. Not in the religions, not in the statues and images nor in those palces they visit.
don't follow, don't practise. Question, realize, understand.
I found mine, it's in me, it's me, it's I...

My favourite quotes..

"Yes, I'm full of shit and so are yoU."

"The real essence of Life lies in extremes."

"Google is the new God."

"This world ain't a logical place, so you always need something more than logic to survive." - Chacha

"Family is dirty word, it only causes pain in the Ass. The worst thing about it is you just can't get away from it." -

"There are exceptions to everything." "There are exceptions to exceptions." "There are exceptions to above 2 rules"

"Assuming there is a god. Earth became a failed/ uncontrollable experiment for him (something like Jurassic Park) so, he abandoned us long ago."

"The world wouldn't be same within the reach of my hands." - Clarice Starling (Silence of Lambs)

When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion. - C.P. Snow

"A support system always helps."

"Never let your sense of Morales prevent you from doing what is right" - Isac Asimov

"I'm stupid and contagious." - Kurt Cobain

"I hate myself and I want to die." - Kurt Cobain

Rather be dead than cool. - Kurt Cobain

I won't eat anything green. - Kurt Cobain

It's better to burn out than fade away. - Kurt Cobain

I was looking for something a lot heavier, yet melodic at the same time. Something different from heavy metal, a different attitude. - Kurt Cobain

I started being really proud of the fact that I was gay even though I wasn't. - Kurt Cobain

The worst crime is faking it. - Kurt Cobain

I have come here to say that I do not recognize anyone's right to one minute of my life.... It had to be said. The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrificing. - The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand

“Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self esteem.” Kurt Cobain

Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. - Kurt Cobain

“I bought a gun and chose drugs instead.” - Kurt Cobain

“My generation's apathy. I'm disgusted with it. I'm disgusted with my own apathy too, for being spineless and not always standing up against racism, sexism and all those other -isms the counterculture has been whinning about for years.” - Kurt Cobain

I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn't identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music, they just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male. - Kurt Cobain

"If any of you don't like gays or women or blacks, please leave us the alone." - Kurt Cobain

Monster

Before thoughts...
I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm full of pain, my heart aches, my head is going bang bang. Tomorrow I'll see the monster itself. The 3 legged monster which killed the half of me. I never wanted this day to come in my life but still it's there and I've to face it. I want to kill the monster with bare hands, I want to cause him the pain which no living creature has ever witnessed. I want to him to cause ever lasting pain in his life. I want him to live a life where he begs to die.

After thoughts...
I faced the monster. It appeared so human, the third leg was no where in sight, all I saw was a vulnerable human, ho craved for sympathy. The monster touched, may be touched was not to cause pain but it pained it pained in my heart. I feel castrated, I felt like my hands were tied to something, I couldn't say a thing, I couldn't cause no pain. The monster talked he spoke to me in direct and I replied it, I couldn't do a thing. I never felt that helpless before. I don't have answers, I'm full of questions, I cry, I go weep like a child, it's inside it's causing pain. The monster is not alone, he has everyone with him, the friends, the society. And I'm alone this battle is alone for me. How should I fight, I want a way, it's not that I lack courage but it's just not possible. I have a way and it's important for me to get over this monster, I need understanding, will you be with me. I hate myself, I hate life, I hate society, I hate the world, I hate all those who look happy but I love you...

The monster and me...
I got to know of it's existence a sometime before, I had heard that such monsters exist but never knew I'll face one in my life. The day I heard of him, I wanted to kill him. This monster didn't kill, it killed the existence, it killed inside, it made to die a slow death. His touch caused pain, so much pain that death looks better but all don't die, brave have to live. He has 3 legs it beat with all 3 but the touch of 3rd was the one which hurt the most. I feel my only comfort will be when I expose it to light and made him to die or to live a life full of pain and humiliation. I always make horrendous imaginations about how it looks and how will I go and manage to kill it.

Chutiyee

Chutiyon se paresan hun , haarr aadmi ke chutiyape se paresan hun. harr jagah badi badi minarey khadi hain chutiyon ki, niche se lekar upoar tk sare chutiya hain in minaro mein.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai bina chutiya bane gujara nahi, sala 10-20 hajar rupaye ke liye ek dusre ki marr lete hain insaniyat bhul jate hain, aur ye koi chor daku nahi humare shabhya samaj ke izzatdar nagrik hain. bure insaan se ladna asan hai parr insaan ki andar ki burayi se kaise ladogey.
Iski maro , uskio maro , apni bachao kya gandagi hai ye.

Sala sab apna kyun nahi dekhtey , kyun jo deserve karte ho ussey jyada pane ki chahat rakhte ho. Kyun apne imandar kamm ke alawa harr tarike se aage badhna chahte ho, dusre ko pichadne k liye unko dhakka dena tarika nahi, ye kyun nahi samjhte, daud ke unse aage nikal sakte hoto nikalo warna dusre tumse accha hai ye mano. Pata nahi kya kaise hota jaa raha hai, sala ajeeb dhancha hai samaj ka.

Kamal toh ye hai ki harr chutiyaa morality pe 1 ghante ka lecture se sakta hai, harr dusri line mein kehta hai ki aajkal kaisa jamana aa gaya hai, logon ko kya ho gaya hai.

Sala marr ke rakh li hai insaan ne insaan ki , duniya ki , society ki , harr ek cheez ki.

Sala, isi chutiyape se apne aap ko bacha ke rakhna chahta hun, parr jaise haarr taraf se chtiyon ka jaal banta jaa raha hai jo mujhe jakad ke apne andar shamil karr lena chahta hai....

On my way to the promised land...

On my way to the promised land, I was stuck in a hell, with a killing believe to remain in the hell forever and ever.

On one fine day, I saw a man standing in the crowd. I didn't knew he was a magician.
I saw him smiling, I saw him laughing. He saw me too, but he saw more, he called me, he wanted to meet me in alone.

Confused at his offer, I went to him. I could feel some wrongness in him. His ways were different, his words were not typical, there was something which bound me to go.

We meet in a beautiful garden, the garden resembled paradise. There were smiles all around, and it troubled me, it can never be so good. I hated such gardens, I hated them because they seemed fake, they seemed to good to be real and true. The man and me meet as friends. We meet we roamed, we discussed, and we discussed. We talked about our hell. I was horrified, I wept, I was scarred. The heat and pain in my hell multiplied. I looked to him with an awe, how could he live with such a hell.

Still not knowing my friend was a magician; I decided to share his hell and lighted it. I spoke to him with promise, I spoke to him with assurance, I gave my words to be with him and divide his hell.

My friend smiled, he kissed me. He showed me his magicians hat, he said, he has some magic to vanish the hell and make our journey beautiful, all he need is me.

He gave me three magical words. The words eased me, they made things beautiful, the hell alleviated. I saw hope. I was weak, I pledged my life.

And we vowed to be together on our way to the promised land...