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मैं, मेरी बहना और ये राखी …

संग आज नहीं हो तुम मेरे
ये कैसी होनी है?
मिठास नहीं है मुख में मेरे
कलाई भी सूनी है!

उदास मन से मैंने उसे
वीडियो कॉल  लगाया
राखी पर घर में न होने की
अंतर्व्यथा बताया

सोचा था मन की व्यथा
उधर भी वैसी ही होगी
मेरी अनुपस्थिति तो शायद
उसे भी खूब खली होगी

पर शैतानी हँसी देख
मैं भौचक्का रह गया
राखी के अवसर पर डिमांड  सुनकर
मैं हक्का-बक्का हो गया

कहा उसने
“तुम हो कहीं भी, अमेज़न पर मेरे लिए
आज ही iPhone X आर्डर कर  देना
और हो सके तो मेरी तरफ से
कलाई पर, एक राखी बांध लेना”

मैंने मन में सोचा
“क्या घोर कलयुग
इतनी जल्दी ही आ गया
भाई बहन के दिव्य रिश्ते को
भौतिक iPhone X खा गया !!!

😂😂😂

………अभय…….

क्यों भाईयों, क्या आपके संग भी ऐसा ही हुआ..और बहनों अपने कुछ ऐसा ही किया …….

दीप, अंधकार, प्रकाश और मैं..

नमस्ते मित्रों, कैसे हैं आप लोग? पिछले कुछ समय से समय की व्यस्तता के कारण हिंदी कविताओं का सृजन और उनका प्रेषण नहीं कर पा रहा था. पर सिर्फ समय को दोष दूँ तो कोई ठीक बात नहीं, समय के संग संग मन में भी विचार पनपने चाहिए और खास कर तब जबकि आप कोई पेशेवर कवि न हों.
कई दिनों बाद आज कुछ विचार आया आप तक पहुँचाता हूँ, ज़रा संभालना 🙂

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जो तुम दीप बुझा दोगे अपनी
घोर अँधेरी रातों में
और सोचोगे कि मैं अब संग मौजूद नहीं
तो मैं बता दूँ आपको कि
मैं न तो प्रदीप्त प्रकाश हूँ
न ही खामोश अंधकार कोई
मेरा अस्तित्व न तो
चंद दीयों पर निर्भर करता है
दीये के जलने पर भी मैं हूँ
दीये के बुझने पर भी मैं ही
माना नज़र न आ सकूँ
पर नज़र न आना और अस्तित्व न होना
दोनों एक बात तो नहीं
बोलो, है कि नहीं ?

…….अभय…….

बस तेरा इंतज़ार है..

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धम से गिरे
धरनी पर
शिखर से,
ज़ख्म गहरा हुआ
चोट हरा हुआ
पर गिरने का यह पहला
वाक़या तो न था
कई पहले भी लुढ़के
गिरे गर्त में
वर्षों तक
सिसकते रहे
मरणासन्न रहे
संवेदनहीन रहे
निर्जीव सा गौण रहे
व्योम सा मौन रहे
पर लड़ते रहे
जूझते रहे
झुलसते रहे
आपदाओं में
विपदाओं से
लोगों की विष भरी
बोली से
आलोचकों की अगणित
टोली से
तो तुम जो गिर गए
तो इसमें नया क्या था?
कि अब तुम उठते ही नहीं
कि तन के ज़ख्म भी
जब सूखते हैं
हम उसे कुरेदते नहीं हैं
तो मन के ज़ख्म पर
ये अत्याचार क्यों?
स्मरण रहे कि
जो शिखर पर तुम पहुंचे थे
तब भी पुरुषार्थ लगा था
फिर से पुरुषार्थ लगेगा
कि तुममें जो नैसर्गिक है
वो भला तुमसे कौन लेगा?
कि अब दुर्बलता छोड़ो
कि सब तैयार हैं
हिमालय की
सबसे ऊँची चोटी को
बस तेरा इंतज़ार है

…….अभय …….

कविता का भाव आप लोगों तक पहुंचा हो, तो अपने भाव मुझ तक पहुँचाना न भूलें 🙂

शब्द सहयोग:
गौण: Subordinate, Secondary
व्योम: Sky, Space
नैसर्गिक: Inherent

My saga with Indian Railway

What is “adventure”? There can be multiple explanation of this term. According to me when you do something without much planning, will automatically become adventure. Isn’t it?

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Traveling in Indian Railway will also turn in to adventure when you haven’t have planned the journey in advance and booked the ticket 3-4 months prior to the departure date. The population pressure is so much on Indian Railway that getting a confirmed berth in the train on short notice is a humongous challenge. Tatkal Ticket is an option but it is very dicey. You cannot be certain that you will secure a berth due to multiple factor associated with it, such as your typing speed, internet speed, payment gateway response, server side response etc.

Recently I had to visit New Delhi from my hometown, but the concern was that I haven’t planned the journey in advance and hence getting a confirm berth was next to impossible. Even after trying on three occasions on three different days with two different devices simultaneously, I failed to get the Tatkal Ticket. I was disheartened but did not lose hope. Next day I thought to book a ticket from Howrah Junction, as it has very large number of train towards Delhi than that of my city. I checked the availability of berth in different train for next five days, but again I met with disappointment as all the AC coaches of all the trains were in waiting list. Then I searched for sleeper class, the story was more or less same. I thought what has happened to whole country, why they all are heading towards Delhi now. “Delhi Chalo” was a slogan propagated long ago. My father said that due to convergence of summer vacation of schools and colleges and the being an auspicious time for marriage (Lagan as we call it) for Hindus, getting ticket will be difficult. But then suddenly my eyes lit up on seeing that Durunto Express was having seats in sleeper class and showing RAC/103. I instantly booked the ticket hoping it will get confirmed as it has four days left before the departure.

The D-Day arrived but I became perplexed after knowing that my seat did not get confirmed and I had to share my seat with one more guy for whole 22+ hours journey (that’s what happen when your seats remains in RAC i.e. Reservation Against Cancellation). The problem with me is my height, though am not very tall but tall enough that side berths of the train coaches always seems a restrain for me to completely stretch my legs and now on side lower birth, sharing with another person, who is unknown to me for such a long journey that too in very hot summer in sleeper class was frightening for me.

I just left my luggage on my bert and ran in search of the Train Ticket Examiner (TTE). On searching multiple coaches I finally reached to him. I requested him that since my RAC number is now moved to 6 so there must be chances that I will get a confirmed berth. That TTE was very rude! He spoke in Bengali Language, which I can understand but can’t speak fluently, that no seats are available and there are no chances of getting it available. I asked why you are so sure without examining the passengers and that too my RAC is just at 6 and it’s very probable that I will get one. He responded scathingly “Don’t teach me my job”. Seeing the situation getting worse, I left the place and sat on my allocated berth.

A person in his 50s was already there. He seems to be very serious person. I thought, this journey is going to be a tough one for me. Then suddenly a gentleman came to us and asked “Would you mind giving this berth to us?” My co-passenger became furious and said “We have already got half of the seat from the government, even when we have paid for whole and you still want to relinquish this for you, do you expect me to sleep on floor?”.

That gentleman responded politely “Sir I will offer both of you a separate berth which is in different coach. We are four and two seats are here in this coach and two are in different. So if you both will vacate this seat then we will have three berths at one place and four of my family member will settle here together and you both will also get comfortable berths there”

I was simply ecstatic. Partly because I needed a sound sleep desperately because I hadn’t had any since last 24 hours and partly because, I felt very annoyed by the response of TTE. I am pretty sure that if I had offered bribe to him, he would have readily gave me the separate berth.

Anyway, I thanked the gentleman but requested him that once the TTE will come I will show my attitude to him first and then leave the place. Soon TTE came and asked for tickets, when he asked me. I presented it before him and said to the person (who offered his berth to us) next to me “some government appointed person considers himself as the king of the institution where they are supposed to serve, thank you Sir for giving me your berth I am really very grateful to you.” My only purpose was to make the TTE hear that I got a seat till Delhi that too without offering him bribe. TTE looked very disgruntled but nothing he could do about it. He left the place agonizingly. I was smiling cunningly as he was leaving the place. I was happy. My purpose was completed. I got an upper berth where I could stretch my leg without any constrain and also I had made the TTE role a little subdued.

But even though I got an upper berth, situation was not pleasing. It was very hot inside. My every attempt to dose off was in vain. People around me were also not helping the cause. Many of them were furious about the way BJP tried to “Kill the Democracy” in Karnatka and some were defending their act.

I decided to step down and thought of drenching my head and washing my face with water so to get some relief from scorching heat. Indian Railway has done a curry favor that it has let the coaches of sleeper class and AC class connected and I fully utilized this arrangement. I went straight to the washroom which was meant for the First Class for the obvious reason of its cleanliness and hygiene. Inside it, first thing which I did was to see my face and my hair which seems to be like someone after electric shock. It was flying all around. I looked towards wash basin just to get some water so as to wet my hair with it, but suddenly I saw a phone was lying on the rack just beside wash basin.

Without hesitation I picked up the phone and you won’t believe it was of the same brand which is considered best in the world. Yes! The same which you may have thought. Someone must have forgotten it. Frankly speaking, N number of thoughts came to my mind. Who’s phone it might be. Even if, I would like to return it, then whom to return? If I will ask any person they will surely stake a claim. If I give it to the TTE, he will surely devour it. Why should not I keep this phone with me as it’s me who have found it and in any case if I give it authorized one(TTE), every chances are there that they will not let this phone to reach the right person. Then a parallel though came that how the person would feel if he will come to know that he has lost his phone.

After entertaining all these thoughts, I finally decided that I will wait near the door of the coach just near by the washroom and if any person will come searching for it then I will return to him/her by asking the security code to unlock the phone. I waited there for 15-20 minutes. Nobody came with that intention, I became puzzled and though what to do now?

I picked up the phone in my hand and pressed the unlock button. I was flabbergasted to see that phone didn’t have any security code and it got unlocked. Now a hell lot of option opened in front of me. I can dial any numbers from it to anyone in the contact list. I searched the recent call and dialed a number which was named as “Son Mohsin”. The man picked up the call and I narrated him the whole story. He sounded very much desperate as well as grateful to me. He said that he has recently gifted this phone to his dad on his 55th birthday. But the question was not solved. How I will recognize his father? He was also unaware of the coach and berth number. He asked to wait me for 5 minutes so that he can get the details from his younger brother who came there to see off his father at the station.

Within few minutes I got the call and details and it was Coach A1 Berth-4. Again the man showed his gratitude and said that it is very rare gesture these days which I have shown. To tell you the truth I also felt very happy as my ego was gratified by hearing my praise. I went straight into the compartment with the intention of returning the phone. As if destiny has more surprises for me, the person on A1-4 was none other than my Physics teacher of 12th standard Imran Ali!!!

On seeing me he immediately recognized and expressed his happiness. Then I asked him “Sir! Have you lost anything”? Then he searched his pocket and brought out one basic phone and his wallet from it and said no everything is with him. Then I showed him the phone and he was shocked and said “Oh! Yes this is also mine. My son has gifted me few days back. I almost forget it, but where did you get it”? I narrated the whole story and he said “Thanks to Allah! In the holy month of Ramzan he chose this method to bring you in front of him. God is great”! He again continued “Do you know this is very costly phone. I scolded my son when he gave me such a big phone, as this small phone is sufficient to fulfill all my needs. If anyone else has got this phone surely he would not have returned it. I am proud of you, not because this phone belonged to me but because you chose right path, this is the success of a teacher”. We talked for another half an hour and I touched his feet on leaving the coach. He patted on my back. I smiled back.

I was very satisfied and smiling, but when I was exiting the coach and returning towards my sleeper class another person was looking at me with cunning smile, he was the same TTE. He asked “you were in AC first class compartment, show me your ticket” And whatever happened after that was embarrassing for me. Rest is up to you to imagine what might have happened to me….

Hope you would have liked the narration. Do let me know your views!!!

माँ ..

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कोई विश्व विजय को जाता है
पर सब कुछ हार वो आता है
संचित सारा धन खो जाता है
वर्षों का ज्ञान व्यर्थ नज़र आता है
सम्मान धरा पर सोता है
पुरुषार्थ प्रश्न में होता है
अपने मुख से भी वो डरता है
न वो जीता है न मरता है
बस एक आश्रय अब बच जाता है
वो माँ की शरण में आता है
जहाँ धन, सम्मान औ’ ज्ञान की बातें
सभी फीकी हो जाती है
क्या जीत है, हार है क्या
माँ को दोनों, एक नज़र आती हैं
गोद में माँ के सर रखकर
चैन की नींद वो सोता है
जिस विश्व विजय को निकला था वो
सारा सुख उसी गोद में होता है
अनायास ही आर्शीवचन से
उसमे शक्ति संचरण होता है
जीवन के व्यापक अर्थ का
ज्ञान प्रकाशित होता है
अनाशक्त अविचल भाव से
वो फिर खड़ा हो जाता है
अगले समर की रणचंडी को
फिर से वो जगाता है
फिर विश्व विजय को जाता है

……..अभय ……..

P.S. Generally mother’s are recognized as personification of Love, Kindness, Compassion, Affection and Attachment, I tried to portray them in different shade in this poetry. Incidentally, tomorrow being the Mother’s Day, when this platform will be flooded with the gratitude towards Mom, I hope you will find this post relevant. Do let me know about your valuable views on my writing.