Being A Rebel

आँखियां भी अब निंदियारी हैं , रात के इस घुप्प अँधेरे में। लेकिन सपने जाग रहे हैं , नयी कहानियाँ लिखने नए सबेरे से। *** वे हमारे टूट कर बिखरने का इंतज़ार करते रहे , हम जितनी बार टूटे और मजबूत होते गए। *** उजाले में तो सब साथ होते हैं , कद से बड़ी परछाइयाँ होती हैं... अंधेरे में तो साथ भी नहीं दिखता , खुद के हाथों से रुसवाईया होती हैं। *** चलती साँसों की अठखेली है जिंदगी , मुहब्बत तो यूँ ही बदनाम हो जाती है। *** सच्चा प्यार तो एक स्वयंसिद्ध प्रमेय है , शर्तों और स्वार्थों की सीमाओं से अजेय है। *** रात के अँधेरे में जो न साथ रह सका , वो भरी दोपहरी में छांव मांगता है... *** वक़्त बहुत कम हो गया है लोगों के पास , सबका हिसाब हाथों - हाथ होना चाहिए। ~ अमित श्रीवास्तव  (C) (सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित)

How to define, Being me, you or this world...? Everything changing with time, Have seen people dying...  Every day, Every moment, We get closer to the death. Observing self with each breath...  Yet, the illusion of pride and shame, Unsatisfying the achievement flame... Is it right to rise on ruins of someone's life, Is it right to hoard the lust and grieves?  A rat-race, or just a random epoch of time... A divine planning or just mixture of ammonia and lime? Life has lots to answer... I seek answers in meditation and solitude, I ask to the nature and its magnitude... As little time, life has been spent, The opaque idea is intervened by the sprout of vision. By the time of death only, I would come to know the life and its reason. ~  Amit, 20th July 2013 Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel

कितनी बड़ी विडम्बना है जीवन की, हम एक बड़े कल की उम्मीद रखते है... और जिंदगी हर दिन सिमटती जाती है॥ सपने हमेँ सोने नहीं देते, और बेबसी जीने नहीं देती... दुनियादारी में मानवीय मूल्योँ की बोली लगती है, देवता बनाने वाला प्यार, बंदिशेँ बना देता है.  अपनी गलतियाँ अच्छी लगती हैँ... क्या हम 'हम' रह जाते हैँ?  या खुद़ से अनजान बन जाते हैँ.. ॥ ~ अमित, १७ मार्च २०१३, लखनऊ (सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित) Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel

This time I am not going to ask myself: 'Who am I' Budhha did that and he gave a solution to us: the middle path. I would rather ask 'where am I?' Not at this place where caste, religion identities are the only thing that matter... Not at this place where I am a part of huge crowd, trying to live like a commoner... Was not contained by the ambitions or dream, Hence this place where I am, Does not impress with its outlook of identities, rush or crime. I am well behold by my karma and thought. Seeking own salvation, but in my own way. Wherever I am, I there to extend helping hands to my extent. Understanding them but not being their part. They can create troubles in their ways... But I have my own path of vogue, and I must go on. Some nice people called me friend... Some not so nice people saw me as enemy. But I am what I am. It might take a bit longer... As I am by my own. I must carry own. I am not here to stay,...

On 29th June, 2012 One more year passed by,  while I remained the one... Staying and counting by. Life has been a space in time.. Where people come and go,  They have to go and they do so. While being me, most of the time, into the thoughts and reality...  I Seldom forgot,  when to dim, when to shine.  It was only me,  lived in dark age and waited for the renaissance..  held on ups and stood through down, Lived through guilt,  Survived thorough innocence  who am I? the dream chaser? or own record breaker... Let it be, imperfect me with myself,  (just like this poem) Incomplete yet total in run, Let life be "coming soon" with fun...

I was told, truth prevails... But lairs got most of it. I was told honesty sails, But cheats made most of it. I was told, love wins all, But found it was nothing but calculations... They said, hard work pays, And by preaching they made millions. They call up on to help the suppressed, And they always wanted to be their leader... They call for justice, But saved the 'references' for own self purpose. They call up on revolution, But only as their power solution! Who are they?! Why can't they call the spade a spade?! They are made of all ourselves, The self core means and hidden agenda. The ethics are for 'others' 'Someone else' should speak the truth. Get me rich, suppressed will always be poor... That double faced bastard live though our situational hypocrisy. Let's get it straight, Be the mean but don't lie. Tell the truth that you do sell dreams... Tell people that one's self is best well-wishes. No preaching, no dream selling! Let...

17th August 2011, 3.35 AM The whole day I went running as protester, as there is a mass scale uprising in India. Since Anna Hazare was arrested, all of us were very, very angered - therefore protests were organized in many locations of Delhi.       When it came to personal time, I turned to my work - but things where churning in my mind. When the night came I tried remembering past events. I led a similar kind of movement, tried my best to keep it a ‘collective leadership’ model. Thus, I have some mixed experiences from my past. Same things coming in my mind… Tonight in this strange situation I am forced to remain awake for the rest of the night.        I tried earlier to boost-up a friend who is like a younger brother to me - he was in need of spiritual, moral, and psychological support. Since the conversation/explanation lasted long, I decided to stay awake for the rest of the night. First, I Watched a Si-Fi thriller movie, but than I had not...

All passion and obsessions are matter of time. The love, care and relation… everything is time bound. The society, culture and politics too dependent on ever changing time. The change is only constant. And time is only dimension. Every thing will pass away, not to wait, not to watch… play your part at best… rest will be history in your name. Because, human history is history of few men, who believed in themselves!

मैं वो नहीं जो आपने समझ रखा है... वो 'मैं' कोई और था, ये 'मैं' कोई और. तो हम आज की बात करते हैं - मुझे आज भी तन्हाईयाँ पसंद तो हैं लेकिन महफ़िल से कोई गुरेज नहीं.  मैं ज़माने की बात तो करता हूँ आज भी, लेकिन खुद से अब परहेज नहीं. पहले बस सोचता था - अब समझ चूका हूँ, मैं हूँ तो दुनिया है नहीं तो बाकी सब कहानी है!  -  अमित   © Amit   14 October 2010

The history of this enterprise goes back to pre-independence times. The psychological approach of British rulers was well-planned for implanting a servitude mindset among Indians to sustain their exploitative regime for longer time. Though Gandhiji’s bias for prospective first prime minister of India was insatiable, however, he knew the large scale misuse of the poster name of Indian Freedom struggle. He suggested dismantling Indian National Congress and starting afresh political structures for India to be multi-party democratic country. It is a widely accepted fact that this fellow wanted to keep the power in his own hand and this unconvincing desire also helped in the formation of two states out of India, based on religion and religious fanaticism (‘direct action’ of MuslimLeague). The partition was culmination of British strategy to divide and rule. The electoral reservations were the tool they used for. The ruling class of India has been using the same deadly techn...

Ssu-ma Ch`ien gives the following biography of Sun Tzu: Sun Tzu Wu was a native of the Ch`i State. His Art of War brought him to the notice of Ho Lu, King of Wu. Ho Lu said to him: “I have carefully perused your 13 chapters. May I submit your theory of managing soldiers to a slight test?” Sun Tzu replied: “You may.” Ho Lu asked: “May the test be applied to women?” The answer was again in the affirmative, so arrangements were made to bring 180 ladies out of the Palace. Sun Tzu divided them into two companies, and placed one of the King’s favorite concubines at the head of each. He then bade them all take spears in their hands, and addressed them thus: “I presume you know the difference between front and back, right hand and left hand?” The girls replied: “Yes.” Sun Tzu went on: “When I say ‘Eyes front’, you must look straight ahead. When I say ‘Left turn’, you must face towards your left hand. When I say ‘Right turn’, you must face towards your right hand. When I say ‘About turn’, you m...

I got to read this verse from Geeta: The supreme Lord said: "You are grieving for that which is not to be grieved for. Yet you are speaking like a great scholar. A true scholar would not worry about life that has ended or not ended." [Chapter 2 Verse 11] If we think seriously on this, it really provide solution of all tensions and depression. De attachment is a very good strategy.