these lines emerged for one the most mesmerizing eyes...which have came to see...yes..i am talking about u only...now try to find out the similarity...hmmm
Uski aankhen hain chilman jaise,
mujhko dikhaati hai zhalak..
pal bhar bas uske zehen ki....
jo dekhun gaur se, to bas pakad leti hai gustaakhi meri.
uski aankhen hai nargisi..surmayi..
jaise samete ho aasman aur zameen..
jahan bitaana chahtan hu ta-umar apni...
bade saleeke se lagati hai...
wo pehra kajal ka..
jo dekhun gaur se,
to zhatak deti hai, meri nazar apni gardan ki harkat se..
uski aankhen hai meri nazm jaise
jitni asaan, utni gehri..
koi harkat ho to..ishaara karti hai, wapas laut jaane ka..
padh rahi ho..mere ye lafz..shayad..
jhuk jaayen haya se..wo aankhen bhi..shayad..
khatm nahi hoti..ye khubiaan...
so bas adhuri si lagti hai..wo aankhen uski..
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Aloneness and loneliness....
OSHO,
SINCE EACH OF US IS BORN ALONE AND DIES ALONE, AND ALONENESS IS THE
STATE OF OUR BEING, WHAT IS THE FUNCTION OF THE COMMUNE(of sannyasins)?
THE function of the commune is exactly that: to make you aware of your
absolute aloneness.
The family does not allow you that. The family gives you the fallacy
that you have a mother, you have a father, you have a husband, you
have a brother, you have a sister -- that you are not alone.
The society gives you the idea that you are a member of the rotary
club, the lions club; that you belong to this church, to that temple,
to this congregation or that congregation -- that you are not alone.
The society provides you with all kinds of crowds to mingle with. You
are republican, you are democrat, you are liberal -- but you are not
alone, all the republicans are with you.
The function of the commune basically is to destroy all these fictions.
Nobody is with you.
You are alone, and you have to understand that this aloneness is so
precious that you should not lose it.
It does not mean that you cannot relate. It only means that you don't
believe in relationships. Try to see the distinction between the two.
Relating is a flowing river. You can relate, and you can relate only
because you are alone, because you are an individual -- there is
somebody who can relate from your side. And you can relate only to the
person who understands his aloneness, otherwise you cannot relate.
If you know your aloneness, and you fall in love with a woman who does
not know her aloneness, this love is not going to go anywhere. This is
going to be finished sooner that you can imagine, because the woman is
asking for a relationship. The person who is lonely is asking for a
relationship: "Fill the gap, I am lonely. Be part of my being."
But a person who is alone knows that neither can you fill anybody's
gap, nor can anybody else fill your gap.
You can meet, but you will remain two alonenesses.
And it is beautiful that two alonenesses can meet, two individuals can
meet, but the meeting cannot be made solid, concrete. It cannot be
reduced to a relationship, it will remain a relating. It will always
remain a changing flux, a movement, because the other person is
changing and you are changing. You are not statistical -- though
that's what people expect.
When two persons get married, both are getting married to a certain
image which is going to change tomorrow. The woman you have married is
not going to be the same tomorrow. She is alive, she is growing, she
is moving -- tomorrow will be tomorrow. But if you expect her to
remain stuck here, at the moment when you signed the register in the
court, you are trying to stop the clock.
But even if you stop the clock... your clock is not running the time.
Both will carry the image stuck in their minds, and they would like
you to go on fulfilling that image. If you in some way differ from
that image, then you are deceiving, cheating. Nobody can fulfill that
image, it is impossible, it is against nature.
The function of the commune is to give you the opportunity to be
together, without any relationship.
It gives you the opportunity to relate to people without getting
fettered to people.
It gives you the opportunity to know others, feel others, but without
any bargain, without any bondage, without any imprisonment.
You remain you, the other remains the other.
It is good if we meet today, it is a joy to be together, but if it is
not going to happen tomorrow then there is no need to go on weeping
for the spilled milk. It is pointless. Perhaps this meeting was meant
to be only for this time.
You remain a stranger, the other remains a stranger, and you don't
reduce each other into acquaintances.
The strangeness is absolute, indestructible.
So the commune is not another society. It is not providing you with a
society, a club, a congregation, a party, no. It is simply providing
you a space, and an understanding that all these people are lonely,
just as you are. But don't try to fill it, because if you try to fill
it, you are trying to do something against nature and you will be
miserable. Hence, don't think in terms of loneliness; better to think
in terms of aloneness.
And to be alone is so beautiful; untrespassed, nobody trampling on
you, you are left to be yourself and you leave others to be
themselves. Yes, once in a while you meet....
India has produced a few great geniuses in this century; one of them
was Rabindranath Tagore. I love one of his novels -- The Last Poem is
the name of the novel. There are two persons: one, a young man, a
poet, a philosopher -- he actually says what Rabindranath would like
to say, he represents Rabindranath -- and a woman who is in need of
relationship. She is continually harassing him about marriage. And
particularly in India, if one woman and a man are even seen walking
together, that is enough for a scandal. They might not be doing
anything, but just walking together and it is enough for a scandal;
the whole town will be agog, and so many stories will start springing
up from nowhere. And of course the woman suffers more because
everywhere people start pointing at her.
So she was desperate. She was saying, "Why do you go on postponing? --
you love me, you want to be with me. If you don't love me, I will not
force you."
And the man says, "I love you, that's why I am not going to marry
you." Now, this is very difficult for the woman. If she had been from
my commune she would have understood. But what kind of statement is
this? -- "Because I love you I cannot marry you." But she goes on and
on, so he says, "I will marry you on one condition."
They are sitting on the bank of a lake. He says, "I will make my house
on this side of the lake and you make your house on the other side of
the lake. Once in a while, walking, perhaps we may meet. Once in a
while, perhaps I may knock on your door or you may knock on my door.
Once in a while, perhaps I am in a boat and you are also in a boat,
and we meet on the lake. But it always has to be without any
prearrangement. It has not to be a dating. I will never inform you
that I am coming, you will never inform me that you are coming. I will
marry you on this condition only. For a few days we may not be able to
see each other. You will never ask me,'Where have you been?' We will
never interfere in each other's freedom. We will remain as strangers,
as we are now."
The woman said, "Then what is the purpose of marriage?" Naturally she
cannot understand what is the purpose of the marriage.
The purpose of marriage is to be on each other's head twenty-four
hours a day. The purpose of marriage is to destroy each other in the
name of love; to nag, harass, fight. The man is suggesting exactly the
right thing: "It will be a great joy suddenly seeing you on the
lake... I will not be expecting it. Unexpectedly, I will find you in
the jungle by the side of the lake...." Just to think of that
unexpected moment is relating. There is no relationship.
He cannot send a message, "You have to come tonight because you are my
wife, otherwise I am going to court." In fact the husband cannot say
to the wife, "You sleep in the other room." That is enough to create
trouble. The wife cannot say to the husband, "You cannot sleep in my
bed." That is enough for trouble, because we have completely forgotten
a simple thing, our aloneness. And we are trying to forget it as much
as possible -- the very idea should be dropped.
But aloneness is a natural phenomenon. And there is nothing painful
about it.
When you know it, it is the greatest bliss.
The function of the commune is to give you the space, to give you the
understanding, to give you the feel of aloneness, and the experience
of relating without getting into relationship.
SINCE EACH OF US IS BORN ALONE AND DIES ALONE, AND ALONENESS IS THE
STATE OF OUR BEING, WHAT IS THE FUNCTION OF THE COMMUNE(of sannyasins)?
THE function of the commune is exactly that: to make you aware of your
absolute aloneness.
The family does not allow you that. The family gives you the fallacy
that you have a mother, you have a father, you have a husband, you
have a brother, you have a sister -- that you are not alone.
The society gives you the idea that you are a member of the rotary
club, the lions club; that you belong to this church, to that temple,
to this congregation or that congregation -- that you are not alone.
The society provides you with all kinds of crowds to mingle with. You
are republican, you are democrat, you are liberal -- but you are not
alone, all the republicans are with you.
The function of the commune basically is to destroy all these fictions.
Nobody is with you.
You are alone, and you have to understand that this aloneness is so
precious that you should not lose it.
It does not mean that you cannot relate. It only means that you don't
believe in relationships. Try to see the distinction between the two.
Relating is a flowing river. You can relate, and you can relate only
because you are alone, because you are an individual -- there is
somebody who can relate from your side. And you can relate only to the
person who understands his aloneness, otherwise you cannot relate.
If you know your aloneness, and you fall in love with a woman who does
not know her aloneness, this love is not going to go anywhere. This is
going to be finished sooner that you can imagine, because the woman is
asking for a relationship. The person who is lonely is asking for a
relationship: "Fill the gap, I am lonely. Be part of my being."
But a person who is alone knows that neither can you fill anybody's
gap, nor can anybody else fill your gap.
You can meet, but you will remain two alonenesses.
And it is beautiful that two alonenesses can meet, two individuals can
meet, but the meeting cannot be made solid, concrete. It cannot be
reduced to a relationship, it will remain a relating. It will always
remain a changing flux, a movement, because the other person is
changing and you are changing. You are not statistical -- though
that's what people expect.
When two persons get married, both are getting married to a certain
image which is going to change tomorrow. The woman you have married is
not going to be the same tomorrow. She is alive, she is growing, she
is moving -- tomorrow will be tomorrow. But if you expect her to
remain stuck here, at the moment when you signed the register in the
court, you are trying to stop the clock.
But even if you stop the clock... your clock is not running the time.
Both will carry the image stuck in their minds, and they would like
you to go on fulfilling that image. If you in some way differ from
that image, then you are deceiving, cheating. Nobody can fulfill that
image, it is impossible, it is against nature.
The function of the commune is to give you the opportunity to be
together, without any relationship.
It gives you the opportunity to relate to people without getting
fettered to people.
It gives you the opportunity to know others, feel others, but without
any bargain, without any bondage, without any imprisonment.
You remain you, the other remains the other.
It is good if we meet today, it is a joy to be together, but if it is
not going to happen tomorrow then there is no need to go on weeping
for the spilled milk. It is pointless. Perhaps this meeting was meant
to be only for this time.
You remain a stranger, the other remains a stranger, and you don't
reduce each other into acquaintances.
The strangeness is absolute, indestructible.
So the commune is not another society. It is not providing you with a
society, a club, a congregation, a party, no. It is simply providing
you a space, and an understanding that all these people are lonely,
just as you are. But don't try to fill it, because if you try to fill
it, you are trying to do something against nature and you will be
miserable. Hence, don't think in terms of loneliness; better to think
in terms of aloneness.
And to be alone is so beautiful; untrespassed, nobody trampling on
you, you are left to be yourself and you leave others to be
themselves. Yes, once in a while you meet....
India has produced a few great geniuses in this century; one of them
was Rabindranath Tagore. I love one of his novels -- The Last Poem is
the name of the novel. There are two persons: one, a young man, a
poet, a philosopher -- he actually says what Rabindranath would like
to say, he represents Rabindranath -- and a woman who is in need of
relationship. She is continually harassing him about marriage. And
particularly in India, if one woman and a man are even seen walking
together, that is enough for a scandal. They might not be doing
anything, but just walking together and it is enough for a scandal;
the whole town will be agog, and so many stories will start springing
up from nowhere. And of course the woman suffers more because
everywhere people start pointing at her.
So she was desperate. She was saying, "Why do you go on postponing? --
you love me, you want to be with me. If you don't love me, I will not
force you."
And the man says, "I love you, that's why I am not going to marry
you." Now, this is very difficult for the woman. If she had been from
my commune she would have understood. But what kind of statement is
this? -- "Because I love you I cannot marry you." But she goes on and
on, so he says, "I will marry you on one condition."
They are sitting on the bank of a lake. He says, "I will make my house
on this side of the lake and you make your house on the other side of
the lake. Once in a while, walking, perhaps we may meet. Once in a
while, perhaps I may knock on your door or you may knock on my door.
Once in a while, perhaps I am in a boat and you are also in a boat,
and we meet on the lake. But it always has to be without any
prearrangement. It has not to be a dating. I will never inform you
that I am coming, you will never inform me that you are coming. I will
marry you on this condition only. For a few days we may not be able to
see each other. You will never ask me,'Where have you been?' We will
never interfere in each other's freedom. We will remain as strangers,
as we are now."
The woman said, "Then what is the purpose of marriage?" Naturally she
cannot understand what is the purpose of the marriage.
The purpose of marriage is to be on each other's head twenty-four
hours a day. The purpose of marriage is to destroy each other in the
name of love; to nag, harass, fight. The man is suggesting exactly the
right thing: "It will be a great joy suddenly seeing you on the
lake... I will not be expecting it. Unexpectedly, I will find you in
the jungle by the side of the lake...." Just to think of that
unexpected moment is relating. There is no relationship.
He cannot send a message, "You have to come tonight because you are my
wife, otherwise I am going to court." In fact the husband cannot say
to the wife, "You sleep in the other room." That is enough to create
trouble. The wife cannot say to the husband, "You cannot sleep in my
bed." That is enough for trouble, because we have completely forgotten
a simple thing, our aloneness. And we are trying to forget it as much
as possible -- the very idea should be dropped.
But aloneness is a natural phenomenon. And there is nothing painful
about it.
When you know it, it is the greatest bliss.
The function of the commune is to give you the space, to give you the
understanding, to give you the feel of aloneness, and the experience
of relating without getting into relationship.
Wo shaam kuch ajeeb thi....
A friend of mine has requested me to go for the translations of the songs..i hope i have found my first true reader...so i have tried to justice with this famous song of Gulzar..the tranlations are in italics..
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
the thoughts which are running in me..i owe them to that evening..
which dawned on me like a mystery...greater that the thoughts itself.
jhukii huii nigaah me.n, kahii.n meraa Kayaal thaa
dabii dabii ha.Nsii.n me.n ik, hasiin saa savaal thaa
those eyes which were dipping low..i could see my persona..
the smile which was jus visible..was laden with a serene qusetion...
your eyes were asking me a question..which i have no answer..
even if had one..i would rather be quiet..
mai.n sochataa thaa, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
na jaane kyuu.N lagaa mujhe, ke muskuraa rahii hai vo
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii ...
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still smiles thinking me..
thats why...that evening was strange...
meraa Kayaal hai.n abhii, jhukii huii nigaah me.n
khulii huii ha.Nsii bhii hai, dabii huii sii chaah me.n
mai.n jaanataa huu.N, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
yahii Kayaal hai mujhe, ke saath aa rahii hai vo
those mesemerizing eyes have still thoughts of mine...
in laughter which is free like breeze...in desires..deep like oceans
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still lingers for me..
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
the thoughts which are running in me..i owe them to that evening..
which dawned on me like a mystery...greater that the thoughts itself.
jhukii huii nigaah me.n, kahii.n meraa Kayaal thaa
dabii dabii ha.Nsii.n me.n ik, hasiin saa savaal thaa
those eyes which were dipping low..i could see my persona..
the smile which was jus visible..was laden with a serene qusetion...
your eyes were asking me a question..which i have no answer..
even if had one..i would rather be quiet..
mai.n sochataa thaa, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
na jaane kyuu.N lagaa mujhe, ke muskuraa rahii hai vo
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii ...
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still smiles thinking me..
thats why...that evening was strange...
meraa Kayaal hai.n abhii, jhukii huii nigaah me.n
khulii huii ha.Nsii bhii hai, dabii huii sii chaah me.n
mai.n jaanataa huu.N, meraa naam gunagunaa rahii hai vo
yahii Kayaal hai mujhe, ke saath aa rahii hai vo
those mesemerizing eyes have still thoughts of mine...
in laughter which is free like breeze...in desires..deep like oceans
I still think..she has my name in her songs..
i dont know why i felt...she still lingers for me..
vo shaam kuchh ajiib thii, ye shaam bhii ajiib hai
vo kal bhii paas paas thii, vo aaj bhii kariib hai
That evening was strange...this evening is even more,
that one was closer as it is now...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dekhaa huaa saa kuchh hai to sochaa huaa saa kuchh
Today i have returned to my old love...hmmm....that is poetry...so as i was surfing for that i found a very thoughtful piece by NIDA FAZLI. I am representing it as it is....so enjoy
dekhaa huaa saa kuchh hai to sochaa huaa saa kuchh
har vaqt mere saath hai ulajhaa huaa saa kuchh
hotaa hai yuu.N bhii raastaa khulataa nahii.n kahii.n
ja.ngal-saa phail jaataa hai khoyaa huaa saa kuchh
saahil kii gilii ret par bachcho.n ke khel-saa
har lamhaa mujh me.n banataa bikharataa huaa saa kuchh
[saahil=shore; giilii=wet; lamhaa=moment]
fursat ne aaj ghar ko sajaayaa kuchh is tarah
har shay se muskuraataa hai rotaa huaa saa kuchh
[fursat=leisure; shay=object/thing]
dhu.Ndhalii sii ek yaad kisii qabr kaa diyaa
aur mere aas-paas chamkataa huaa saa kuchh
[qabr=grave]
dekhaa huaa saa kuchh hai to sochaa huaa saa kuchh
har vaqt mere saath hai ulajhaa huaa saa kuchh
hotaa hai yuu.N bhii raastaa khulataa nahii.n kahii.n
ja.ngal-saa phail jaataa hai khoyaa huaa saa kuchh
saahil kii gilii ret par bachcho.n ke khel-saa
har lamhaa mujh me.n banataa bikharataa huaa saa kuchh
[saahil=shore; giilii=wet; lamhaa=moment]
fursat ne aaj ghar ko sajaayaa kuchh is tarah
har shay se muskuraataa hai rotaa huaa saa kuchh
[fursat=leisure; shay=object/thing]
dhu.Ndhalii sii ek yaad kisii qabr kaa diyaa
aur mere aas-paas chamkataa huaa saa kuchh
[qabr=grave]
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Being a woman....
I found this article while reading The Book Of Secrets by OSHO. The intresting thing is that i also think on some what the same lines.
Man and woman are not only physically different, they are psychologically different. Sex is not only a difference in the body; it is a difference in psychologies also.
A feminine mind means receptivity -- total receptivity, surrender, love.
A disciple needs a feminine psychology; otherwise he will not be able to learn. You can ask, but if you are not open then you cannot be answered. You can ask a question and still remain closed.
Then the answer cannot penetrate you. Your doors are closed; you are dead. You are not open.
A feminine receptivity means a womb-like receptivity in the inner depth, so that you can receive. And not only that -- much more is implied. A woman is not only receiving
something, the moment she receives it, it becomes a part of her body. A child is received.
A woman conceives; the moment there is conception, the child has become part of the
feminine body. It is not alien, it is not foreign. It has been absorbed. Now the child will live not as something added to the mother, but just as a part, just as the mother. And the child is not only received: the feminine body becomes creative; the child begins to grow.
Aggressiveness is the way of a man, and surrender is the way of a woman. But being incomplete men and women, as most of us are, no man is capable of being fully aggressive and no woman is capable of being surrendered. And that is why, when two
incomplete man and woman relate with each other, their relationship is paluged by struggle and strife.
Woman is passive; passive waiting is her way. She cannot be aggressive; she is very receptive. She has not only a womb in her body, even her mind is like a womb too.
The English word woman, wo-man, is very meaningful; Woman's whole makeup is receptive.Woman's receptivity turns into waiting and man's aggressively into search, into exploration.
It is interesting to note that woman never takes the initiative in proposing love to a man, she always recieves proposals from man.
Another beauty of feminine love is that it never says a straight forward yes when the man a woman loves comes to propose his love to her. While verbally she says no-which means yes she says yes with her silent gestures, with her whole being turned into love.
A disciple needs a womb-like receptivity. Whatsoever is received is not to be gathered as dead knowledge. It must grow in you; it must become blood and bones in you. It must become a part, now. It must grow! This growth will change you, will transform you -- the receiver. That is why tantra uses this device. Every treatise starts with Devi asking a question and Shiva replying to it. Devi is Shiva's consort, his feminine part.
One thing more.... Now modern psychology, depth psychology particularly, says that
man is both man and woman. No one is just male and no one is just female; everyone is
bi-sexual. Both sexes are there. This is a very recent research in the West, but for tantra this has been one of the most basic concepts for thousands of years. You must have seen some pictures of Shiva as ARDHANARISHWAR -- half man, half woman. There is no other concept like it in the whole history of man. Shiva is depicted as half man, half woman
Man and woman are not only physically different, they are psychologically different. Sex is not only a difference in the body; it is a difference in psychologies also.
A feminine mind means receptivity -- total receptivity, surrender, love.
A disciple needs a feminine psychology; otherwise he will not be able to learn. You can ask, but if you are not open then you cannot be answered. You can ask a question and still remain closed.
Then the answer cannot penetrate you. Your doors are closed; you are dead. You are not open.
A feminine receptivity means a womb-like receptivity in the inner depth, so that you can receive. And not only that -- much more is implied. A woman is not only receiving
something, the moment she receives it, it becomes a part of her body. A child is received.
A woman conceives; the moment there is conception, the child has become part of the
feminine body. It is not alien, it is not foreign. It has been absorbed. Now the child will live not as something added to the mother, but just as a part, just as the mother. And the child is not only received: the feminine body becomes creative; the child begins to grow.
Aggressiveness is the way of a man, and surrender is the way of a woman. But being incomplete men and women, as most of us are, no man is capable of being fully aggressive and no woman is capable of being surrendered. And that is why, when two
incomplete man and woman relate with each other, their relationship is paluged by struggle and strife.
Woman is passive; passive waiting is her way. She cannot be aggressive; she is very receptive. She has not only a womb in her body, even her mind is like a womb too.
The English word woman, wo-man, is very meaningful; Woman's whole makeup is receptive.Woman's receptivity turns into waiting and man's aggressively into search, into exploration.
It is interesting to note that woman never takes the initiative in proposing love to a man, she always recieves proposals from man.
Another beauty of feminine love is that it never says a straight forward yes when the man a woman loves comes to propose his love to her. While verbally she says no-which means yes she says yes with her silent gestures, with her whole being turned into love.
A disciple needs a womb-like receptivity. Whatsoever is received is not to be gathered as dead knowledge. It must grow in you; it must become blood and bones in you. It must become a part, now. It must grow! This growth will change you, will transform you -- the receiver. That is why tantra uses this device. Every treatise starts with Devi asking a question and Shiva replying to it. Devi is Shiva's consort, his feminine part.
One thing more.... Now modern psychology, depth psychology particularly, says that
man is both man and woman. No one is just male and no one is just female; everyone is
bi-sexual. Both sexes are there. This is a very recent research in the West, but for tantra this has been one of the most basic concepts for thousands of years. You must have seen some pictures of Shiva as ARDHANARISHWAR -- half man, half woman. There is no other concept like it in the whole history of man. Shiva is depicted as half man, half woman
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Mask....
The reason i have written this post lies somewhere in the previous post...sometimes what u wana
get is different all together what u actually gets...confusing na...dats y i have tried to
put my word through this touching song...
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
Aye dil, koi pehchaana nahin
Kisi ne yeh maana nahin
Kisi ne yeh jaana nahin
Kisi ko bataana nahin
Dard chhupa hai kahan
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
O heart, your ways are strange...
sometimes u have the happiness covered in the guise of deep sadness...
o heart, nobody has identified it yet,
nobody has acknowledged it yet...
nobody knows it yet..
and nobody should get to know..where lies the pain..
Seene mein uthte hai armaan aise
Dariya mein aate hai toofan jaise
Kabhi kabhi khud hi maajhi
Kashti ko dubota hai
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
There are storms raging in my heart...
storms which belong to vast seas..
i dnt why sometimes..u urself want to drown...
ya...i still fail to understand why sometimes..
knowing the consequences want to go to the unknown...
Hogi kisi ko pehchaan kaise
Pyaar mein hote hain kurbaan kaise
Humko yeh maaloom na tha
Pyaar bhi ek samjhauta hai
How can one get to know...
how to give away in love..
I was all wrong when i didnt took..
the love to be an agreement..
ofcourse...its the mutual consent of two souls..
itz not about only two bodies meeting..
but actually the two..dancing to a cosmic rythm..
but still...the way goes through the bodies..
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein
Aisa haal bhi hota hai
Baahar koi hansta hai
Andar koi rota hai
Aye dil, koi pehchaana nahin
Kisi ne yeh maana nahin
Kisi ne yeh jaana nahin
Kisi ko bataana nahin
Dard chhupa hai kahan
O heart, your ways are strange...
sometimes u have the happiness covered in the guise of deep sadness...
o heart, nobody has identified it yet,
nobody has acknowledged it yet...
nobody knows it yet..
and nobody should get to know..where lies the pain..
hmm..thats the tick..i keep on playing..
with myself...
"sometimes the most laughing face is hiding the most painful heart"
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Lonely island....
Today I have realized a fundamental lesson of life..that too not by a stranger but by a person who i though
belong to me..
why a person tries to make a bond..jus to feel comfortable and to avoid day-to-day difficulty
and wat when the bond itself becomes a pain..isnt it better to leave the bond as it was
and become more alert in making the new ones..
may be this way one might end up in becoming a lonely island..but a calm and lonely na..
no doubts there will be sound..but dat too of sea and not of the inhabitants..
dats what i wana become..
tanhayion ki dhoop mein lamhey pighal gaye
humne zubaan kholi tu alfaaz jal gaye
tha band khirkiyoon k peechy khushbuoon ka dar
jhonky hawa k aye tu mosam badal gaye
barsa hy ankh se sawan kuch is tarhaan
jo khusk hogaye thy woh darya ubal gaye
ta umar jang larta raha tishna labi se mein
pani ager piya tu mere honth jal gaye.
Golden days....
U know...aaj dil thoda udaas tha..bcz an important phase in our lives has passed like..sand from hands..bas phir haath ruk nai sake..likhne ko bahut kuch tha...par...
aaj khatm ho gya..
ek kissa jo sabse lazeez tha..
itne khwabon, khwahishon ke beech bhi, dil ke kareeb tha..
is kisse main, kabhi khub hansa main,
aur kabhi roya ji-bharkar..
har roz, subah ke saath..
bhagam-bhag main kuch-n-kuch bhool jana,
kabhi koi notebook, kabhi koi pen,
to kabhi kabhi to so kar uthna hi..
to kabhi kisi din...
neend aankhon se sadiyon door hoti,
aur phir jo aankh lagti..wo exam likhte hue hi..
na jaane kitni baar choda maine
wahi sawaal jo aata tha khaas mujhe...
kabhi na socha tha..aage ki aur..
bas jee rha tha...usi ek kisse me.
koi hansi..pichkaari ki tarah chuuti
aur phata gubbaara thahaaka ka...
phir dekhne layak hoti teacher ki khisyaati-si surat..
aur na jaane kitne gud-gudaate lamhe chip gaye hain..
man ke andheron me..
jo nikalenge kisi udaas shaam me..
Coffee..ki naram chuskiyon me..
aaj khatm ho gya..
ek kissa jo sabse lazeez tha..
itne khwabon, khwahishon ke beech bhi, dil ke kareeb tha..
is kisse main, kabhi khub hansa main,
aur kabhi roya ji-bharkar..
har roz, subah ke saath..
bhagam-bhag main kuch-n-kuch bhool jana,
kabhi koi notebook, kabhi koi pen,
to kabhi kabhi to so kar uthna hi..
to kabhi kisi din...
neend aankhon se sadiyon door hoti,
aur phir jo aankh lagti..wo exam likhte hue hi..
na jaane kitni baar choda maine
wahi sawaal jo aata tha khaas mujhe...
kabhi na socha tha..aage ki aur..
bas jee rha tha...usi ek kisse me.
koi hansi..pichkaari ki tarah chuuti
aur phata gubbaara thahaaka ka...
phir dekhne layak hoti teacher ki khisyaati-si surat..
aur na jaane kitne gud-gudaate lamhe chip gaye hain..
man ke andheron me..
jo nikalenge kisi udaas shaam me..
Coffee..ki naram chuskiyon me..
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CONDEMNATION
A few posts back, one of my friends was giggling about an article on gossiping, here i have found another gem from OSHO about condemnation or simply back-biting.
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CONDEMNATION is cheap psychology, an easy way out. Your "genius" will be proven by it. And there is no cost.... There is no cost at all. There is no need to go anywhere to learn. There is no need for satsang. This is why EVERYONE IS SKILLFUL AT CONDEMNING.
You find people everywhere enjoying the mood of condemnation. Who knows, why did those who numbered the nine rasas, the nine dramatic moods, leave out the mood of condemnation? All the other moods come only now and again, THE MOOD OF CONDEMNATION COMES TO PEOPLE EVERY DAY, FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT. You read the newspaper to enjoy the feeling of condemnation. When someone is being condemned, you immediately cock your ears and start listening. If someone comes and says that the neighbor's woman has eloped with someone, how attentive you become! Your attention is so focused in that moment that you forget all matters of the world. You start digging, asking, "Say something more, tell what happened next. Elaborate a little, don't make it so brief. Where were they eloping to, tell the whole story before you go. Sit down and have some tea." You roll out the red carpet.
WHEREVER YOU NOTICE CONDEMNATION HAPPENING YOU ENJOY. You enjoy because another person is being made small and in his becoming smaller you inwardly experience that, "I am bigger." This is why if a beggar slips and falls on a banana peel on the street there is not so much enjoyment as when an emperor slips and falls on a banana peel. The heart becomes happy....
If some emperor slips and falls, how happy the mind becomes. When you hear the news that the prime minister or the president has been caught doing some illegal activity, how the joy of condemnation spreads. What's the point? Why should anyone be concerned with it? If the prime minister has fallen in love with some woman, enough! --as if a very rare incident has occurred. So much interest spreads, people become so eager. This tells only one thing about what is inside you, indicates only one thing, that YOU WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GET CAUGHT, to fall somewhere, for a foot to slip on a banana peel, for him to fall flat. This was your heart's desire.
This is why people become eager and excited to remove someone from power when he has been in office for four or five years. It is too long, this man must fall. THEN TRIVIAL THINGS ARE BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION AND SPREAD AROUND. And people are ready to believe them.
Have you noticed something strange, IF YOU PRAISE SOMEONE NO ONE IS READY TO LISTEN, NO ONE IS READY TO ACCEPT IT. If you say, "Look at such and such person. He has become a great being." They will say, "We have seen all these great souls, these mahatmas! There is no great soul, nor has there ever been. It's all deception. Some trick is happening. Just wait, stop a little, when he is caught you will know. We have seen many falling."
But if someone says to you that such and such person is stealing, such and such person is deceiving, such and such person has taken a bribe you will never deny it saying, "No-no, how could it be?" You will immediately agree, as if you had already known it. WE HAVE ACCEPTED THAT EXCEPT OURSELVES, PEOPLE ARE ALL BAD. Some have been found out; others have not been found out and will be sometime. But except for us, all people are bad. This is our preconceived belief. Whatever supports our preconceived belief, we agree with immediately....
IT IS CONDEMNATION THAT INFLATES YOUR EGO. This is why people praise very reluctantly -- they do it very unwillingly, as if compelled. They do it when there is something to get by praising. This is why superficially they praise, but beneath they are taking revenge....
In the world whenever someone's downfall happens, people share great comfort, much lightness comes. PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR SOMEONE'S CHARACTER TO BE CORRUPTED. They are greatly supporting it.
To create character is very difficult. To bring dignity to one's life is difficult, to bring greatness is difficult. BUT IF YOU WANT TO TAKE AWAY SOMEONE'S GREATNESS, IT IS EASY TO SPREAD AND INFLATE RUMORS ABOUT HIM. The more you talk badly of him the more you feel good inside. This is the psychology of condemnation -- it is the shadow of ego and the nourishment of ego also.
OSHO
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CONDEMNATION is cheap psychology, an easy way out. Your "genius" will be proven by it. And there is no cost.... There is no cost at all. There is no need to go anywhere to learn. There is no need for satsang. This is why EVERYONE IS SKILLFUL AT CONDEMNING.
You find people everywhere enjoying the mood of condemnation. Who knows, why did those who numbered the nine rasas, the nine dramatic moods, leave out the mood of condemnation? All the other moods come only now and again, THE MOOD OF CONDEMNATION COMES TO PEOPLE EVERY DAY, FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT. You read the newspaper to enjoy the feeling of condemnation. When someone is being condemned, you immediately cock your ears and start listening. If someone comes and says that the neighbor's woman has eloped with someone, how attentive you become! Your attention is so focused in that moment that you forget all matters of the world. You start digging, asking, "Say something more, tell what happened next. Elaborate a little, don't make it so brief. Where were they eloping to, tell the whole story before you go. Sit down and have some tea." You roll out the red carpet.
WHEREVER YOU NOTICE CONDEMNATION HAPPENING YOU ENJOY. You enjoy because another person is being made small and in his becoming smaller you inwardly experience that, "I am bigger." This is why if a beggar slips and falls on a banana peel on the street there is not so much enjoyment as when an emperor slips and falls on a banana peel. The heart becomes happy....
If some emperor slips and falls, how happy the mind becomes. When you hear the news that the prime minister or the president has been caught doing some illegal activity, how the joy of condemnation spreads. What's the point? Why should anyone be concerned with it? If the prime minister has fallen in love with some woman, enough! --as if a very rare incident has occurred. So much interest spreads, people become so eager. This tells only one thing about what is inside you, indicates only one thing, that YOU WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GET CAUGHT, to fall somewhere, for a foot to slip on a banana peel, for him to fall flat. This was your heart's desire.
This is why people become eager and excited to remove someone from power when he has been in office for four or five years. It is too long, this man must fall. THEN TRIVIAL THINGS ARE BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION AND SPREAD AROUND. And people are ready to believe them.
Have you noticed something strange, IF YOU PRAISE SOMEONE NO ONE IS READY TO LISTEN, NO ONE IS READY TO ACCEPT IT. If you say, "Look at such and such person. He has become a great being." They will say, "We have seen all these great souls, these mahatmas! There is no great soul, nor has there ever been. It's all deception. Some trick is happening. Just wait, stop a little, when he is caught you will know. We have seen many falling."
But if someone says to you that such and such person is stealing, such and such person is deceiving, such and such person has taken a bribe you will never deny it saying, "No-no, how could it be?" You will immediately agree, as if you had already known it. WE HAVE ACCEPTED THAT EXCEPT OURSELVES, PEOPLE ARE ALL BAD. Some have been found out; others have not been found out and will be sometime. But except for us, all people are bad. This is our preconceived belief. Whatever supports our preconceived belief, we agree with immediately....
IT IS CONDEMNATION THAT INFLATES YOUR EGO. This is why people praise very reluctantly -- they do it very unwillingly, as if compelled. They do it when there is something to get by praising. This is why superficially they praise, but beneath they are taking revenge....
In the world whenever someone's downfall happens, people share great comfort, much lightness comes. PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR SOMEONE'S CHARACTER TO BE CORRUPTED. They are greatly supporting it.
To create character is very difficult. To bring dignity to one's life is difficult, to bring greatness is difficult. BUT IF YOU WANT TO TAKE AWAY SOMEONE'S GREATNESS, IT IS EASY TO SPREAD AND INFLATE RUMORS ABOUT HIM. The more you talk badly of him the more you feel good inside. This is the psychology of condemnation -- it is the shadow of ego and the nourishment of ego also.
OSHO
Monday, December 8, 2008
A celebration of Love...
These days this song is echoing in my ears.Very well sung by Pankaj Udhaas.
It aptly captures the spirit of a Belle mad in love for her beloved, but if carefully givena thought it is equally applicable to all of us,
who are in the charisma called LOVE..
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Today I feel no shame for this world,
I danced so deeply, that my anklets have given up...
Simply this belle has become the dance itself.
Kuch mujh pe naya joban bhi tha
Kuch pyaar ka paagalpan bhi tha
Ek palak meri teer bani
Ek zulf meri zanzeer bani
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Vo chede payaliya ne geet
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
A little i have the vigour of my ripe age,
a little i have the taste of this madness called love,
a brow of mine pierced like an arrow...
a strand of my hair held you like shackles,,
such that i won the heart of my beloved..
by the music of my rythm..
and my anklets have given up...
Main basi thi jiske sapnon mein
Vo ginega aub mujhe apnon mein
Kehti hai meri har angdaayi
Main piya ki need chura layi
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Ki meri paayal thi kamzor
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
The habitat of whose dream was me,,,
now he is accepting me as a reality...
and i have now realized that
i have taken with me ur sleep o beloved...
I went there as a thief...but my anklets were weak..
and they have given up...
I this stanza..jus feel the magic of Pankaj Udhaas..his mesmerizing voice.and his emphasis on the word "gair lage"
Dharti pe na mere pair lage
Bin piya mujhe sub gair lage
Mujhe ang mile armanon ke
Mujhe pankh mile parvanon ke
Jub mila piya ka gaon
Jub mila piya ka gaon
To aisa latchka mera paon
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
Now, my feet are not on the earth..
without you i feel every thing out of this earth(..actually i wanted to use alien.but cudnt match)
my organs have become of what i have always dreamt of..
i have got the wings of fireflies..
with all this splendour..as ireached ur place o beloved..
my feet had given up..so did my anklets...
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
I have tried not to disturb the beauty of this song..but english is far behind in poetry than Hindi and urdu so a few places i have run short of words..dont mind that..
It aptly captures the spirit of a Belle mad in love for her beloved, but if carefully givena thought it is equally applicable to all of us,
who are in the charisma called LOVE..
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Today I feel no shame for this world,
I danced so deeply, that my anklets have given up...
Simply this belle has become the dance itself.
Kuch mujh pe naya joban bhi tha
Kuch pyaar ka paagalpan bhi tha
Ek palak meri teer bani
Ek zulf meri zanzeer bani
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Liya dil saajan ka jeet
Vo chede payaliya ne geet
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
A little i have the vigour of my ripe age,
a little i have the taste of this madness called love,
a brow of mine pierced like an arrow...
a strand of my hair held you like shackles,,
such that i won the heart of my beloved..
by the music of my rythm..
and my anklets have given up...
Main basi thi jiske sapnon mein
Vo ginega aub mujhe apnon mein
Kehti hai meri har angdaayi
Main piya ki need chura layi
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Main ban ke gayi thi chor
Ki meri paayal thi kamzor
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
The habitat of whose dream was me,,,
now he is accepting me as a reality...
and i have now realized that
i have taken with me ur sleep o beloved...
I went there as a thief...but my anklets were weak..
and they have given up...
I this stanza..jus feel the magic of Pankaj Udhaas..his mesmerizing voice.and his emphasis on the word "gair lage"
Dharti pe na mere pair lage
Bin piya mujhe sub gair lage
Mujhe ang mile armanon ke
Mujhe pankh mile parvanon ke
Jub mila piya ka gaon
Jub mila piya ka gaon
To aisa latchka mera paon
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
Now, my feet are not on the earth..
without you i feel every thing out of this earth(..actually i wanted to use alien.but cudnt match)
my organs have become of what i have always dreamt of..
i have got the wings of fireflies..
with all this splendour..as ireached ur place o beloved..
my feet had given up..so did my anklets...
Mohe aayi na jag se laaj
Main itna zor se naachi aaj, ki ghungroo toot gaye
Ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye, ki ghungroo toot gaye,
ki ghungroo toot gaye
I have tried not to disturb the beauty of this song..but english is far behind in poetry than Hindi and urdu so a few places i have run short of words..dont mind that..
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