Bharat Ek Khoj

Srushtee se pehle sat nahin thaa,
asat bhi nahinAntariksh bhi nahin,
aakaash bhin nahin thaa
chhipaa thaa kyaa kahaan, kisne dekhaa thaa
us pal to agam, atal jal bhi kahaan thaa

Shushtee kaa kaun hain kartaa
Kartaa hain yeh vaa akartaa
Oonche aasmaan mein rahtaa
Sadaaa adhyaksh banaa rahtaa
Wohin sach much mein jaantaa..Yaa nahin bhi jaanataa
Hain kisi ko nahin pataa Nahin pataa

Voh tha hiranya garbh srishti se pehle vidyamaan
Vohi to saare bhoot jaat ka swami mahaan
jo hai astitvamaana dharti aasmaan dhaaran kar
Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

Jis ke bal par tejomay hai ambar
Prithvi hari bhari sthapit sthir
Swarg aour sooraj bhi sthir
Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

Garbh mein apne agni dhaaran kar paida kar
Vyapa tha jal idhar udhar neeche upar
Jagaa chuke vo ka ekameva pran bankar
Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

Om ! Srishti nirmata swarg rachayta purvaj rakhsa kar
Satya dharma palak atul jal niyamak raksha kar
Phaili hain dishayen bahu jaisi uski sab mein sab par
Aisi hi devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

Aisi hi devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

Hi, this is Vikram... ..Hi Vikram!!!

Baldi called up today!! Just like Baniya had called up around 2 years ago! I'd be thankful to Baniya for that call then and I am thankful to Baldi for this call today.

Well we were room partners for 4 years of my college. I, Kalra, Baldi and Majhi! For 4 years we shared the same apartment, the same college, the same cricket ground, the same gossip, the same friends. We had laughed our guts out before the upcoming exam, we have sped our youth on motorbikes, gossiped about the non existant love life of Amit Bhaiya. We have argued nights after nights on whats the best out of Computers / E&TC / Mechanical and we have silently indulged in bitter competition over Moto Racer Video Game.

There were reasons why it went bad and I guess I'd take the bigger chunk of responsibility for it. The worse part is, I could see it go bad but I couldn't do anything about it. Majhi tried to salvage it and then gave up after a fight, Kalra clearly demonstrated his dissent and then gave it up a lil antagonized. Baldi simply backed out. He probably gave me that absolution through a muted withdrawl.

I could still manage contact with Majhi. He probably had a space for me where I could fit in whichever way I was. Not as close as we were in early years of our Engg and never too distant for a cold stare. He knew where I lived and I would get to know, maybe just days before he was leaving back for US, that he came to India. Baldi had disappeared, vanished with no trace. I tried looking for him. Would happen every now and then initially, then maybe I just sent a few mails to an email I though was his and then he would only surface in a thought with a "Oh and what would he be doing now?" A thought that was growing rare in itself.

And today he called up! Well, I am never been good at pulling at lost threads. Most of us are not. Most if us may not want to, but we let go. Except ofcourse people like Baniya and Baldi. They keep pulling those threads and they keep checking the line. Maybe someday a response will come and they never let go!

Well thats why they make some of the most valuable friends! :)

The Last Answer

There are so many of them who have read all of his books. So many of them who have read so many books and so many stories including stories written by him. I look at em and think that these people who have read so much must be knowing so much, they must have gone through the same life changing experience everytime you read one of those stories ... and yet they are all feel and look so ordinary.

Its like everybody must have gone through the same Maths book but not everybody was Ramanujam. Not everybody understood that what thay have infront of themselves is capable of bringing out the gods in them. Ramanujam did and he was able to do it.

Simmilarly, when we read that story, why don't we realise that what we are being presented here with is capable of shaking us out of oblivion, of stunning us so profoundly that we may subconsciously become greater than what we have set up as a limit to our infinite mind. On ocassions I feel scared that if I read all of his books and all of his stories, and I end up remaining the same, it would be such a waste. Such an enormous waste ... of his literature!

Well !! There will always be another Ramanujam - and there will always be someone who'd make more sense of the words and the statements of the stories and novels written by him!

The Best Dream of them all

This came to me from my younger cuz! and if I may add what she wrote in the
mail that accompanied it ...

hey bhaiya
this excerpt has the wondrousness of being related to in different ways every time i read it, each time making perfect congruous sense.
An ideal to live up to.
An idyll to revel in.
The best dream of them all.

For, after the gospels,
after the human and divine comedies,
after the
one thousand and one nights,
after crime and punishment, war and peace,
pride and prejudice,
the sound and the fury,
between good and evil
being and nothingness,
after the tempest, the trial
and the
wasteland
after things have fallen apart,
after the hundred years of
solitude,
after the remembrance of things past,
in the kingdom of this
world,
we can still astonish the gods in humanity
and be the stuff of
future legends,
if we but dare to be real,
and have the courage to see
that this is the time to dream
the best dream of them all."