Wednesday 21 November 2012

Lessons from Karbala

The name “Karbala” in itself is sufficient to elicit a wide range of emotions and a multitude of questions. It not just evokes grief but also a sense of responsibility in life. It raises the level of human thought beyond the bounds of self. Yet, above all these, it also teaches a number of lessons. First of all, it tells that religion in itself is not sufficient to ensure that human values are cherished, it requires a great effort, great both in magnitude as well as perseverence to ensure that the fundamentals of freedom and equality are preserved. It tells that society will always have oppressors and oppressed and it is the duty of each and every individual to choose the right side. Those who keep quiet when people are oppressed are no less oppressors themselves.

Secondly, it tells that it does not matter what color, race, age or social or economic status you belong to, but that every individual has the capacity to make a contribution that will effect the world for ages to come. It tells that in every battle between right and wrong, it matters what side you fight for. You cannot justify your wrongs while your right action needs no explanation.

Thirdly, it tells that men of God are not those who offer prayer in a articular form. Prayer no doubt cleanses the heart, but for that the prayer should come from a heart that wishes to cleanse itself. No amount of following a tradition without meaning it can help anyone. It will be just a means to deceive one’s own self because one cannot deceive God. Men of God are those who fight against injustice and fight till their last breath.

Karbala says stand for the weak and the oppressed. It calls for action. It is not dependent on tears, what it wants is that people become better human beings.

Tuesday 20 November 2012

I wish

Mumma, I wish you were here
So that I could show you the emptiness I feel without you
Mumma, I wish you were here
So that I could share my pain
Mumma, I wish you were here
So that I wasn't so alone
Mumma, I wish you were here
So that you could make everything right again
Mumma, I wish you were here
So that you could hold me in your arms and have said its alright
Mumma, I wish you were here
So that I wasn't so afraid
Oh I wish, I wish mumma you were here with me always

Missing you, as always

I do not have words to even say what I feel. Sometimes somethings are better left unsaid. It is not even grief or a sense of loss. It is something that is beyond expression. Something that can only be felt. And yet, I want to say, but still I feel that maybe I shouldn’t. Some things can never be explained. Some don’t need explanation. Some things are made to be broken. Some to be cherished forever. Sometimes even regret brings satisfaction. Sometimes the pain is inspiring. Sometimes smiles leave you empty. Sometimes tears complete you. I do not have words to say what I feel. But wish what I feel is understood. Because sometimes you never know. Because sometimes even a life is not enough.

Monday 19 November 2012

Another disgrace


Sale of women during diwali

The custom in Rajasthan to buy young girls during diwali in order to marry them off to older men who pay the highest price is pure shameful. How can they claim they worship the goddess when they actually dishonour her likeness. Every single girl is the goddess incarnate, she is the light and the wealth, how can she be sold in the name of religion? Is humanity worth nothing? Is all that is left is greed for wealth and lust for women? Shouldn’t strict action be taken against such shameful acts of human trafficking? The Constitution protects all individuals from traffic in human, then where are the guardians of Constitution, why don’t they protect these innocent lives? It is time that we understand the worth of our fellow human beings and stand against such shameful practices.

Why I love scooty’s ads

Commercial advertisements have taken over a new role of criticising the social evils and also of awakening the citizens into taking some positive action. One of the brands advocating this belief is scooty. I really like the way they have captured the two very common issues of eve teasing and moral policing in their advertisements. While one shows boys that even you will get harassed if a group of girls surround you and make wolf calls, the other simply hits the nail when it shows that vulgarity lies in the minds of those who see it. Those who claim that only a particular dress code is respectful, should realise that no dress is wrong. It is all in the perception. Well i like it. Keep it up.

For shame


A country that cannot protect its citizen’s basic right to speech is indeed a weak nation. Where individual’s cannot even question government actions without being sent behind bars, where they dread to express is their opinion is not the nation that Tagore visualised. A nation that cannot guarantee its people’s speech needs to rethink about its own existence. How long can fear sustain life, it needs to be overcome.

Right to live

A young woman dies in a hospital because the doctors refuse to terminate her pregnancy. The doctors say that abortion is unlawful as it takes one life. Little do they care about the life that is lost in order to preserve what cannot be saved. It is the moral duty of a doctor to terminate a pregnancy that can kill the mother, specially when the unborn child cannot be saved in any circumstance. Just waiting for the fetal heart to stop and risking the mother's life is a crime and a sin. An innocent life was lost just because the false notions of religion make a man's heart stone. Religion should not be brutal, it should be humanitarian. A religion that cannot accept the basic rights of an individual is not a religion. It is means of deceiving the masses. Right to live is basic of all rights and it cannot be taken away for that which is not even there.

Tuesday 13 November 2012

Will love- jab tak hai jaan!!

When the masters of romance come together one can expect nothing short of true love. Anyone who has ever touched or seen or felt love can easily identify with the intensity of emotions showcased. Moving like a poetry, the story of love and loss, of pain and hope flowed. Love that can be pure and selfless, yet full of darkness and heartache. Love that is faith yet despair. Love that is beautiful yet scarring. Love that gives life yet prefers death. A true romance. A well made movie indeed.

Ability to love

It seems strange when something I believed in came up in front of me from the most unexpected source. An innocent discussion on the definition of love raised the issue about self love. Loving oneself does not mean being selfish or self centered. It just means that the vessel is so full that it is brimming over. The only person deserving our love is we ourself. If we cannot love ourselves then whom can we love. The only love that can be complete and pure and without any selfish reason is the love for our own selves. To love others we need to love to love ourselves first. Otherwise, everything else is incomplete, just a mirage.

Wednesday 7 November 2012


Main koi begana nahi, anjana nahi

Par mere apno ne mujhe pehchana nahi

Main musafir hoon teri galiyon ka

Haqeeqat hoon koi afsana nahi

Tu noor hai, haya hai, adaa hai

Main aise hi tera deewaana nahi

Sajde kiye hain tere darr ke

Par tune mujhe kabhi sambhaala nahi

Tuesday 6 November 2012

Kal shab hum phir tere intezaar mein bathe
Kal shab bhi phir chiraag sang chand pighal gaya
Kal shab phir sajaye humne do jaam mai ke
Kal shab phir bin chuye paymana chalak gaya
Unko na aana tha woh na aaye lekin
Kal shab phir kiske rukh se ghoonghat dhalak gaya
Kal shab phir dil ki dhadkano ne dastak di
Kal shab phir koi saaya aake guzar gaya
Na jaane aur kya hua maloom nahi
Kal shab hosh na aaya, bas dum nikal gaya

Sunday 4 November 2012

Tere jaane se mere dil mein kuch ajab si uljhan hai
Na aarzoo baqi hai, na hi koi gila hai
Tu hai mera ya nahi, yeh dil jaanta nahi
Par kuch toh hai jo tujhe dil bhulta nahi
Na janmo mein bandha, na palko pe saja
Bas dard se bana aur dard mein raha
Aansoo aur aanhein aur tadap to hai
Mayoosi hai koi ghuli fiza mein
Ab khwabon ke bhi parvaz nahi
Na jaane yeh koi rishta hai bhi ya nahi

Saturday 3 November 2012

It is you


It is you

You do not know

How much I am hurt

How much in pain

It is you

But you do not know

Why I cry all night

And suffer all day

It is you

But you do not know

What you mean to me

Why I care so much

It is you

But you do not know

That it is you

And only you

Friday 2 November 2012


Yunhi teri yaad aati hai

Ab bhi dil mein ek tees si lagati hai

Tootte huye sapno ki awaaz

Ab bhi dil ko bechain kar jaati hai

Dard mein dooba hua who rishta

Yaad jiski har pal tadpati hai

Tujhse duur reh kar yahan

Zindagi se badh maut bha jaati hai

Kaise tumhe bataye tum bin

Kitni kali ghata cha jaati hai

Oss ki maddhim boondein bhi

Kis tarah se aag lagati hain

Na tu samjha, na samjhega

Yeh raat kaise darati hai

Kabhi aansoo ban kar behti hai

Kabhi aahein ban kar ke aati hai