Posts Tagged ‘Pain’

Insan Badal Rha Hai

Posted: July 12, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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Mombabti Ko Jalane wala, Ghee K Diye Bhul Rha Hai,
Abhinetriyo Ko Chahne wala, Maa Saraswati Ko Bhul Rha Hai.
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Ekkisive(21st) Sadi Me Pashchatya Rang Me Ranga, Yua Apne Sanskar Bhul Rha Hai,
Kisi ek Chehre Ke Khatir- Maa-Baap Ko Bhul Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Videso Ko Jane Wala, Swadesh Ko Bhul Rha Hai,
Unchaeyo Ko Chhune Wala, Apne Shikshako Ko Bhul Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Baccho K Bhavishya K Chintan me Pita, Din-Raat Parishram Kr Rha Hai,
Baccha Adhunikta ke Is Daur Me, Pita K Arman Kuchal Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Ladka Apni Jivan Sangini Ka Agyakari Ho Rha Hai,
Maa-Baap Ko Vridha Avastha me Chhod, Patni Sang Alag Reh Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Betiya Ghar Ke Lakshmi Hoti, Is Baat Ko Insan Bhool Rha Hai,
Ladki K Janam pe Dukhi, Ladke K Janam Pe Utsahit Ho Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Desh Ka Netritva Krne Wala, Rajneeti K Mayne Bhool Rha Hai,
Loktantra Ke Gangotri- ‘SANSAD’ Ko Jaane wala, Samvidhan Ke Garima Bhul Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Desh 14 February Ko Valentine Day Mana Rha Hai,
Usi Din Desh K liye Shahid Hue, Bharat Maa K Saputo Ko Bhula Rha Hai,
Insan Badal Rha Hai
Insan Badal Rha Hai.

Hey Bharat K Baccho, Jamane aur Sadi Ke Is Badal Me Tum Na Badlo,
Bharat K Chahumukhi Vikas Avam Navnirman K Liye,
Tum Apni Bhartiya Sanskriti Na Bhulo,
Tum Apni Bhartiya Sanskriti Na Bhulo…!!!

Anand Dubey

F.I.M.T. IP University, New Delhi

anandkr.dubey@outlook.com

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Are we truly Independent?

Posted: June 11, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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Patriotism isn’t my cup of tea,
‘Cause I’m not blinded by the love for my country.
Blinded to see what’s going on,
Politics, corruption and what all has gone.

Independence means free from outside control,
Written in the constitution.. For India it was a major stroll.
15th August 1947 was a big day indeed,
When our freedom fighters sow on the world map another independent seed.
They thrusted on us the future of this seed,
To make it a big flowering tree.. Or an ordinary weed.

But after 66 years I wouldn’t hesitate to say,
Alas! We took the wrong way.
Years passed by and we aren’t truly independent,
Failed to carry the vision from our descendants..

Poverty is bottom of a pyramid in this country,
‘Coz everyone wants to fill their pockets.. Be it businessmen, trader or a corrupt selfish Mantri.
Safety is another hell of an controversy,
Which we often happen to over see.

Why are girls still penalised for what they have not done?
Why does everyone still want a son?
Why aren’t some people allowed to express their opinion?
Why are the prices so high of petrol and onion?

I fail to understand what the people of this country are happy about,
While the wall between the rich and the poor is quite stout.
There is a ray of light in the darkest of caves they say,
I hope a juncture will come when we’d truly say Happy Independence Day!

Abhishek Mantri

abhishekmantri9@gmail.com

Ascetic Rummage

Posted: June 10, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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With all of this world’s pace today, many of us feel left out. Even with all the money we make, even with all the privileges we get, we feel resentful by the time we go to sleep – a feeling which doesn’t satisfy the very purpose and existence of life. Why is it so? Why are the feelings of restlessness, emptiness, isolation, the fear of being abandoned is replaced be a belief of God?

So many people I personally know have taken onto asomatous apprenticeship that sometimes it makes me wonder, if at all we are able to elicit anything on our own. I’m not generalizing, nor throwing any bad light upon any spiritual bouquet but we have become very at home with running towards someone else for help, always.

Many organizations I know, have constantly stressed at one point – that we must start cultivating a habit of undoubting the omnipresence of The Lord. I’m not an atheist, nor am I a priest. I’m a human, who believes that if you practice well being, it will be reverberated back to you.

They headline the fact of God, into us, which is not something they’re supposed to do, because that relationship we have with Him is so pure and personal that the thought of even commercializing it, demeans the intimate receptivity between the two.

They cannot instill thoughts in us to like God, or believe in God because frankly that’s such a personal and privy decision. It’s unfair that it is those money seeking corporates who dictate our spiritual journey. It is flawed fundamentally to such a large extent that it’s not even funny.

I feel that, we must believe in His Infinite Spirit because we want to, and not because we must. And that feeling should come from within us, not from those traders of religion. I strongly give credence to the point that we all must be God Loving and not God Fearing. Because then it is, when we seek His nourishment.

You’re not happy because of God, you’re not sad because of God. You are feeling emotions, which are self-inflicted. Neither can we blame Him for our miseries, nor can we thank Him for our joys. We can just work towards bettering and believing in the relationship we have with that Absolute Being, not for any sort of reward or fruit, but for the sheer bliss and positivity it brings along with it.

Devesh Baheti

Institute Of Aeronautical Engineering

deveshbaheti84@gmail.com

तन्हा हूँ मैं

Posted: May 4, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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Contestएक अँधेरी गली ,
गली में जलता बुझता एक चिराग़।
सुनसान राह , हवाओं का शोर।
एक तरफ हवाओं में घुली तुम्हारी खुशबू।
दूसरी ओर बेवफ़ाई का धुंआ।
धुएं में घुटता मैं।
एक यादों का शोर , एक एहसास।
एक विश्वास ,तुम्हारे लौट आने का।
यकीं है मुझे अभी भी।
तुम पर, अपने प्यार पर।
तन्हा-तन्हा सा हूँ मैं।
वक़्त है अभी भी , थाम लो मुझे।
इस धुएं में घुट जाऊँगा।
मैं तन्हां था , तन्हा हूँ ,और.………
तन्हा ही मर जाऊँगा। ………….

सत्यशील प्रकाश

KIIT University


पहले जो कलियाँ खिलती थी कभी अब वो खिलती क्यूँ नही
अब किसी खुशी से परिचय होता क्यूँ नही ,
रूत भी वही है , फिजा भी वही है 
मैं तो यहाँ हूँ पर मेरा अक्स और कहीं है । 

शायद वो तुझमे था समाया ,
जब मैंने अपने आप को तन्हा था पाया । 
कुछ वीराना सा था वो पल , 
जिसका साया छाया है मुझ पर आजकल । 
उफ़्फ़ तेरे बेदर्द दिल के दरिया का किनारा ,
जो मुझे न दे सका कभी सहारा । 

मेरी कश्ती थी उसमे डूबी ,
फतह-ए-इश्क थी जिसकी खूबी । 
जब तूफान आए ,तो उन किनारो को साहिल समझा हमने ,
जब मेरे हौसले डगमगाने लगे ,तब उन किनारो को दी आवाज़ हमने । 
पर फिर किसी आवाज ने मेरे दिल के दर्द को पनाह न दी , 
ऐसा लगा मैंने खुद की आवाज़ खो दी । 
फिर भी एक आवाज फिजा मे गूंज रही थी , 
फतह -ए-इश्क का पैगाम लिए घूम रही थी । 
जिन किनारो के दिल्लगी पर हमे ऐतबार था ,वो दिल्लगी दगेबाज़ थी
अब जो मैं सुन रहा था 
वो मेरी ही आवाज थी…….वो मेरी ही आवाज थी …

Vishal Maurya

Zakir Husain Delhi College, DU

Truth is Stranger…

Posted: April 13, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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This failure will vanish, so will I.

Time has marked it presence, but never did I

Everyone laughed and I wondered why?

Everything seems broken; so does thy

I am scared, what if; I never know why?

Will it be my destiny, till I die?

GOD seems dead, I wanna know why?

I see this world, but where am I?

Fib seems whiter, truth is like a lie.

Will that Angel with broken wings, ever fly?

I HOPE he does, so will I.

Harsh Sen

State Bank of Bikaner & Jaipur

Ascetic Rummage

Posted: March 30, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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With all of this world’s pace today, many of us feel left out. Even with all the money we make, even with all the privileges we get, we feel resentful by the time we go to sleep – a feeling which doesn’t satisfy the very purpose and existence of life. Why is it so? Why are the feelings of restlessness, emptiness, isolation, the fear of being abandoned is replaced be a belief of God?

So many people I personally know have taken onto asomatous apprenticeship that sometimes it makes me wonder, if at all we are able to elicit anything on our own. I’m not generalizing, nor throwing any bad light upon any spiritual bouquet but we have become very at home with running towards someone else for help, always.

Many organizations I know, have constantly stressed at one point – that we must start cultivating a habit of undoubting the omnipresence of The Lord. I’m not an atheist, nor am I a priest. I’m a human, who believes that if you practice well being, it will be reverberated back to you.

They headline the fact of God, into us, which is not something they’re supposed to do, because that relationship we have with Him is so pure and personal that the thought of even commercializing it, demeans the intimate receptivity between the two.

They cannot instill thoughts in us to like God, or believe in God because frankly that’s such a personal and privy decision. It’s unfair that it is those money seeking corporates who dictate our spiritual journey. It is flawed fundamentally to such a large extent that it’s not even funny.

I feel that, we must believe in His Infinite Spirit because we want to, and not because we must. And that feeling should come from within us, not from those traders of religion. I strongly give credence to the point that we all must be God Loving and not God Fearing. Because then it is, when we seek His nourishment.

You’re not happy because of God, you’re not sad because of God. You are feeling emotions, which are self-inflicted. Neither can we blame Him for our miseries, nor can we thank Him for our joys. We can just work towards bettering and believing in the relationship we have with that Absolute Being, not for any sort of reward or fruit, but for the sheer bliss and positivity it brings along with it.

Devesh Baheti

Institute of Aeronautical Engineering

deveshbaheti84@gmail.com

Pita

Posted: March 28, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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For Paa. 

“You are the best thing of my life”

Jab Duniya Me Mai Aaya,

Papa Ne Ungli Pakad Chalna Sikhaya,

Jab Pehla Kadam Bhi Na Aata Tha

Tab Good Me Utha Sansar Dhikhlaya.

Her Mushkil Me Ban Mera Saya,

Dost Ban Mujhko Samjhaya,

Jivan Kaise Jeena Hai,

Ye Papa Ne Batlaya.

Jivan ke Her Sukh- Dukh Sahke,

Pita Ka Farz Hai Nibhaya,

Meri Her chhoti – Badi Khushiyo K Liye

Apne Sukh Ko Hai Bhulaya.

Papa Aap He Meri Duniya Mera Pyar Ho,

Maa Ka Suhag Aur Mera Abhiman Ho,

Is Chhote se Parinde Ka Bada Aasman Ho,

Aap Swayam Parmatma Ka Avtar Ho.

Papa Aap Aupdarshit Annat Pyar Hai,

Aapse He Roti, Kapda aur Makan Hai,

Aapka He To Mere Sir Pe Haat Hai,

Aapke Bina Mera Jeevan Anaath Hai.

Aapse He Hai Sab Kuch Paya,

Aapne He, Mujhe Bada Banaya,

Aapko Krta Hun Mai Naman

Aap Ho To Mera Jeevan Hai Safal.

Vishav Me Kisi Bhi Devta Ka Asthan Duja Hai,

Papa Aap Ke Sewa He Sabse Badi Pooja Hai.

LOVE YOU DAD.

I MISS U.

Anand Dubey

F.I.M.T. IP University, New Delhi

anandkr.dubey@outlook.com

Maybelline or Loreal

Posted: March 7, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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This is another article from my profound surveillance during travelling. I havn’t been to abroad hitherto so with respect to INDIA , poverty standards are miles behind

the usage or some even awareness of mobile phones, 

coutures of GUCCI,FCUK,PETER ENGLAND or other denumerable brands….

and if i put a glint over girl power , which cannot be underestimated ever if contended by skin (lightening,brightening or which may sometimes sanguine when needs to be blushed) products like OLAY,PONDS,LAKME dovetailing with manicured highlightining products like MAYBELLINE, ELLE18 conversing with assorted products of winter moisturisation and some SPF protections / blemishes,pores or denumerable skin problems removing products….atleast i would be…:))

but apart from all luring and giving ostentatious looks to other sexes, i witnessed a girl

with hair which never had a spa ever or even combed somehow , every strand badly entangled with another…

with pale eyes which were not made colossal by liner or mascaras but were calm and contended but still require something….may be the few bucks in the vessel she was holding,actually that vessel already had some coins which could hardly buy a one time meal…

and those eyes whisper….

i am contended towards what i have but the world forces me to desire for more…

with the skin which doesnot require any moisturisation but the warmth touch of few bucks…

with the nails badly manicured with the accumulated dust and any sanitiser cannot do wonders..

Her summer attire in extreme winters made me shiver one could not configure the colour of her mired clothing.Her footwear darned badly just to make it last longer, may be a bit more longer than i would think…

is there anyone who must be blamed for this kid …me (who was just staring her to add another post), you (who simply reading),her parents, government,she herself 0r GOD…..i myself couldn’t configure….

P.S. i wish every such child gets an angel who could get them rid of this condition soon….ufff GOD bless our country…

Shefali Arora

shefaliarora340@gmail.com

DELHI, WITH RESPECT, I HATE YOU

Posted: February 23, 2014 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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This is Delhi. Where one of my people got assaulted and killed on Wednesday. Where two women were humiliated and assaulted a few days before that. Where my chief minister sits on dharna’s and my neighbours smash my car’s window so they can take over a parking spot because I’m not a Delhite. A city so full of intolerance and malice its shocking to the core. Or maybe I am just a bit too naive to have ever thought I liked this place.

This is Delhi, a city that no one can truly call their own when you think about it. A city that is supposed to be the capital of the biggest democracy in the world. A city where money and bling carry all the weight. A city whose women make me wonder if there women can still have substance and men make me wonder if my gender ever did. A city whose denizens call themselves Dil Wale and will stone you the moment you cross their path. It is a city I like and a people I hate.

I have felt lost living in so many parts of this country. In Bombay the Sena wanted me out and in Delhi I feel much like an outsider again. People keep telling me to relax, this city is full of your people, trying to hint at my Bihari origins but don’t they realise my people are from all ends of this nation. I feel scared for my friend when she is out shopping or coming back home. Every day I worry that my girl takes a cab from office back to her home. I feel scared for my people in what is supposed to be the capital of my country. We are a disgusting people.

We objectify our women but the women from the north east or even those who are thought to be from the north east are objectified and willified worse than anyone else. Yesterday there was the news about Nido being beaten to death at Lajpat Nagar in broad day light. What were you doing then Delhi? Letting a son of India be killed. What were the people standing by dong. Apparently just a few days before that another incident took place at Kotla Mubarakpur. A girl, again a north eastern student, went to her friends shop to buy some Manipuri herbs when she was verbally assaulted. Then one of the Delhites goes and ties a dogs leash on her leg. The nerve!! The scared women starts kicking to free herself when the man slaps her. When her friend shouts for help they pull her hair and beat her. Their friends come to stop them and are treat ‘like nepalis’-Delhi style. Broken and bruised they allegedly go to a police station but no FIR’s are registered till eventually hi gher authorities are called in to intervene. Read here. Also read this piece by a woman who came to Delhi a few years ago only to realise what deep seated violence and lust lurks in the underbelly of Delhi. 

It’s just an itsy bit frustrating that more than the police I hate the people who make up this city. Because every time I hear about any similar instance, and there is a lot to hear, I know, in Delhi it’s always possible. Its a city of disgust.

Ankit Lal

Vallinor.Com