Wednesday, February 25, 2009

ज़न्नत की फ़िकर किसे है

ज़न्नत की फ़िकर किसे है,
हमे तो आज बस जी लेने दो.
क्या पता मयखाना रहे न रहे,
दिल खोल कर बस पी लेने दो.

हमने तो देखा है सबेरा होते,
वक़्त दिन का तो जी लेने दो.
हसीं रात होगी या कयामत होगी,
सपने रंगीन तो सी लेने दो.

बड़े जुल्म-ए-सितम देखे हैं हमने
दो घड़ी तो बेफिक्री जी लेने दो.
क्या पता मयखाना रहे न रहे,
दिल खोल कर आज पी लेने दो.

- अमित श्रीवास्तव, २५ फ़रवरी २००९

© अमित Amit

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

जुनून की तलाश में...

पांव जकड़ गए हैं, और रास्ते खो गए,
इंतेज़ार की राह में, कयामत की आश में.
हूँ मैं फिर से उस जुनून की तलाश में,
कभी इस चाह में, कभी उस आश में.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Lost my self...

...feeling lost since many weeks... and its has been so deeper that now I am getting the remorse of it. And how helpless I am on it... don't know how to tell it to near and dear one.. don't know how would they react on it.. even if I tell it anyhow. But certainly its like a night for my consciousness! I believe, am passing through the darkest part of it. Hoping the dawn's advent is not so long.

Monday, February 9, 2009

They kill and we just watch!

Massacres and Genocide were taking place in Gaza, in Sri Lanka. In fact it is still on. I could not do much this time due to some involvement in looking after a patient in AIIMS Hospital. Seeing in news, my heart was at pain and I was so helpless that I was not able to do anything on it.

Whatever reason is, killings of people can not be justify even for a great nation building. But it is pathetic to see, the practices of dark age carnage are still in process. And we proudly claim to be civilized. I have nothing much to say on it. Probably this lyrics of Bob Dylan say it properly-

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

I am backward and I need quota!

It was summer of 2006, I was going for a stroll after dinner. Just at the entrance of hostel gate I encountered one of my classmates who was furious about a joke on Arjun Singh. Yes, It was the time when HRD Minister opened his caste electoral card in forms of Quota in educational institute where entrance exams are in practice for admission.

Though it has nothing new, and already in practice, this time it was a causing concern as it would compromise over entry in top engineering and medical colleges. Initially this discrimination was for ten years, now it is extended up to endless time. The politicians find a way to keep the fire of caste burning in disguise of social justice. They know, this is not the way to being about social justice. The fact is too far from what we perceive reservations as cure of social injustice. The fellows, who got the cream of reservation, are still getting it, while much needed poor from same social group is still struggling with livelihood. These things are quite obvious to any conscious person in our society… but still they prefer to be called as backward as being backward can harness admissions and jobs in less effort or something without effort.

This is the reason why my friend was furious. He came almost bully at me: how dare you to say that!! I was really not ready to for this sudden attack, I simply asked what happened? He started lamenting about the thousands years…, backwardness… and so on… Now I got it right. I was socked. This guy is from rich family and live a life which I can imagine for me even in my dreams. And he was saying that he is backward and I am forward to him. The scream was too loud to be considered as a violent verbal attack. I dint say anything to this guy. In reply I just asked him- friend, why should you be given the reservation in admissions, hostels and in jobs and same time I have to pay more for fees and application forms? You know it better that you are from a rich background while I am lone bread earner of my family while I am studying?? This guy had not answer but to counter, he started lamenting about something like thousands years of suppression and so on. He was my classmate and we all know about the backgrounds of each other. I don’t remember even my grand father had that much of land which is currently this guy has at home. But a loud lie can’t outshine the truth. And the people who gather around us were agreed with my question.

The consequence of that debate was two months no talking terms between us. This was very interesting episode of my realization of the desperation of the people and their greed to get the education and job at the cost of poor. The same community has almost all police men, most of politicians in my state. Eventually they are the most dominant social group and very hostile to any other caste including those who are so called general class.

They don’t need any quota as they own most of resources, neither they demanded this recent quota. But they greedy politicians thinks that since they are more in number, they would vote for them. In fact, it is true too. Caste politics has become the synonyms of Indian politics.